Watching the man as he nuzzled her, eyes blinking a few more tears out, Athos blushed a bit at the kiss-she blushed when a man, of course she would get colour in her cheeks as a woman. A hand came up to brush her fingertips along Aramis' jaw and she leaned up to press their lips together more. The feel of her chest pressing to Aramis', breasts between them, was odd, but then, so was the lacking even lower, and Athos had to just stop thinking about it before she just turned herself off of contact completely.