Aramis is an alcoholic. Sorry. (amongthebravest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-07 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aramis, porthos |
Who: Aramis and Porthos.
When: December 19.
Where: Sort of all around the county.
What: Porthos pops the question.
Rating/Warnings: Low/none.
Status: Complete!
To say a lot has happened over the last few days would be an understatement. Aramis is still reeling from the news. He goes through fits of anxiety and then happiness, usually coupled with some feeling of guilt either for Sharon or, honestly, for Porthos. Because Porthos has been so sweet and understanding, and Aramis, honestly, has never felt more in love with him.
Currently, it's a moment of anxiety. To keep from fidgeting on the couch, Aramis gets up and wanders into the kitchen, where he aimlessly and despondently looks through the fridge. And the cupboards. And back to the fridge. All just for something to do.
It had all had to come together very quickly, but Porthos is very pleased that it has. The ring is in his pocket, the reservations at both the restaurant are set, all he has to do is get Aramis dressed and out the door. He sweeps into the house and turns Aramis around, dipping him in a passionate kiss. "I have plans for us tonight. Pack an overnight bag and be dressed and ready for a nice night out in an hour."
Aramis makes a startled sound that gets muffled against the kiss. Then he laughs, despite himself, wrapping an arm around Porthos's shoulders. "Is that so?" he asks, going in for another kiss. "What's the occasion?"
"I just need to -- god, I don't know. Whisk you away for a while. I need to be with you, just you and me, for a night. For the whole weekend if we can. Will you come away with me?" He wraps his arms tight around Aramis's waist and kisses him again with a quiet desperation. "Please Aramis. Will you?"
He slides his fingers through Porthos's hair, nudging their noses together. "How can I say no when you ask me so sweetly?" It's easy for him to say yes, much easier than usual. "I'll go wherever you take me. Let me pack and make sure Bazin has plenty of food and water."
"Will he be all right for a night, if we leave him?" He hadn't thought of that, in his swift planning. "We could drop him with someone."
"He's resilient. All he does is sleep and bat around his toys. We'll make sure to put something next to the bed so he can climb up there if he wants to snuggle." Aramis gives Porthos's beard a gentle tug. "Why don't you go give him some last minute snuggles."
Porthos hums at the tug and kisses Aramis again. "I'll snuggle him until it's my turn in the shower. One hour, all right? Be ready."
"One hour." He gives Porthos an amused look. "Should I wear a tie?" he asks, on his way up the stairs.
"A tie is absolutely required for tonight, yes," Porthos calls back and scoops Bazin up to cuddle against his chest while he coos apologies to him and scratches his ears.
Aramis heaves a loud and dramatic sigh, but he dutifully gets ready. He has a quick shower and shaves, then smooths his hair back into a bun otherwise it'll never behave on such short notice. Quickly, and a bit excitedly, he packs an overnight bag. Then unpacks it and packs it again, because he wants to make sure he's ready for any situation. He's ready in just a bit under an hour and sets the bag by the door. "Do I get to know where we're going now?"
Porthos dresses as well, and carefully packs the ring into an inner compartment of his overnight bag so it doesn't get lost. Heaven forbid. He gives Aramis another kiss, practically beaming in excitement. "You know that Italian place we went when we first moved in together? We're going there."
The sentiment isn't lost on Aramis. He can't help but grin, walking his fingers over the buttons of Porthos's waistcoat. "You're impossible. I love you." He presses a kiss to the corner of Porthos's mouth. "Are we taking one of our cars?"
"Why don't we take mine?" Porthos takes Aramis's hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles with an adoring smile. "I love you, too. I feel like we don't get time alone anymore."
"I know." He gives Porthos's hand a squeeze, heading outside. "But in a couple of weeks we'll be flying out east for Christmas and we'll have plenty of time to catch up. Even with my manic family."
"I'll have to break out the flashcards before I visit your family." On the drive to the restaurant, he rests a hand against Aramis's thigh, leaning over to kiss him at a stop light. "This will be good. Even just for the night."
It's funny how a few weeks ago, Aramis was starting to get distressed with the level of affection Porthos was showing him. Now he finds he doesn't mind it. In fact, he doesn't even really think about it and he's all too happy to return kisses when they're given to him. "You know I'm a sucker for romance. I've been swooning for the last hour."
"I'm glad to hear it, because I've an incredibly romantic evening planned." The restaurant is, as hoped, just as good as the first time they'd visited. Porthos resisted ordering champagne, since he'd asked that that be ready for them when they get to the room. Speaking of which, he excuses himself just after dinner to make sure all the specifics he'd wanted were put in place in time for their arrival. Then it's off to catch the ferry out to the island.
Aramis is delighted when they have to take a ferry. He tucks up against Porthos to block some of the chill and grins up at him, kissing his chin. "Just when I think you can't come up with something better, you prove me wrong. It's like a vacation without even going anywhere."
Porthos wraps his arms around Aramis and rubs at his back a little to keep him warm. "We needed that, I think. A little bit of a vacation, just get away from everything for a day or two. Don't you think?"
He hums into Porthos's neck. "I do think so. I can't believe how sweet you are, doing all this." Aramis presses a kiss to the spot below Porthos's ear. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me just yet." He's completely nervous about how the rest of the evening, but hopefully it will all go well.
After they've checked in, Porthos peeks into the room to make sure it all looks good, which it does. He takes a deep breath and opens the door to reveal dim lights and candles lit, with a scattering of flower petals on the bed. "Here we are."
Aramis stands in the hall, looking amused as Porthos peeks inside. He can tell Porthos is feeling anxious about something, which has Aramis vaguely suspicious. Porthos is usually all confidence. When the door's opened, though, Aramis lets out a surprised laugh as he steps inside.
"Porthos!" He walks around to look at the petals and the candles, then turns to give Porthos a look that is beyond pleased. "You did this for me? I don't believe at all this is last minute. You've been plotting this, I know you have." Aramis holds out his arms, though. "Come kiss me."
Well that's a load off his shoulders, at least. Aramis looks pleased, and Porthos couldn't be happier. Now all he has left to do is the actual proposal. He picks Aramis up and twirls him before setting him down with a passionate kiss. "Are you very happy, my love?"
He laughs again, wrapping his arms around Porthos's neck and nuzzling their noses together. "I am. You always make me happy."
"I have one more thing, and then I swear I'm done for the evening. Are you ready?"
"One more?" Aramis raises his eyebrows. "What on earth have I done to deserve all this as it is?"
"Just one." Porthos takes a deep breath and gets down on his knee, with the ring box. He can feel his hands shaking a little as he takes Aramis's hand in his. "We've had a very stressful time of it the past few months, I know. But we've come through it all, and I am very much looking forward to being a father with you. But more than anything, it's made me realize that I want you for my husband. If you'll have me."
Normally, Aramis's panic mode would have set in by now, but for some reason he feels ... Not at all worried. If anything, he realizes he feels suddenly delighted and so very touched that someone wants to spend the rest of their life with him. "Yes," he says, without any hesitation. "Yes, of course yes, I'll have you."
"Oh god." Porthos feels a bit faint, actually, and he wraps his arms around Aramis's waist, resting his forehead against his stomach for a moment before he collects himself enough to put the ring on Aramis's finger. "Thank you. This means the world to me."
The ring is a very surreal weight on Aramis's finger. He looks at it for a moment, as if trying to figure out of this has actually just happened, and runs his fingers through Porthos's hair. "Mama is going to have a heart attack."
"Mama? I might have a heart attack," he laughs and turns to kiss Aramis's palm before standing and kissing him properly. "You've made me the happiest man in the world, Aramis. I love you. More than anything."
He wraps his arms around Porthos, kissing back. "I love you, too. You absolutely crazy man." Aramis settles his fingers up into Porthos's hair, peppering kisses along his jaw. "René du Vallon has a good ring to it."
"God, what an amazing few months. We're going to have a baby with Sharon, we're going to get married. We'll have a little family, won't we? I can't tell you how thrilled I am."
"We will." He rests his head on Porthos's shoulder. "I feel so grown up, suddenly."