I know, I know! This is incredibly short. This is also the last chapter of this story! I decided to end it here, so I could work on some other stuff. I have so many ideas. Just bare with me, you guys, I promise I will start writing my next story soon.
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Chapter 8: We Are the Garrison
Aramis watched his son play, a smile forming on his face. Turning around, he slowly walked behind a pillar, where the Queen herself was standing. She was looking at him with loving, gentle eyes. He walked up to her, pulling her into his arms. Anne happily placed her hand on his chest, her gaze traveling to his lips.
She leaned in, and Aramis met her halfway. She sighed, placing her hands on his forearms when he took hold of her face. When they pulled away, Aramis kept his head against hers, nuzzling her nose.
Anne raised her hand to trace the scar he had gotten protecting her from that ill man. Aramis shivered at her touch and grunted quietly. "I never had a chance to thank you," she whispered.
"Just doing my duty, Your Majesty," Aramis replied.
"Please," she said. "Call me Anne."
He nodded. "Alright … Anne."
A smile appeared on the Queen's face as she came in for another kiss. She knotted her fingers in his curly locks with one hand, cupping his face with the other. "You know, Aramis," she said. "Blue is definitely not your color."
Aramis pulled away and smirked. "Then I guess I will have to change," he said teasingly.
Quickly and quietly, the two made their way to Aramis' bedroom, and the minute they closed the door, they found themselves in another kiss, this time much more passionate. Aramis picked her up and spun her around, laughing. His real, heartwarming laugh, Anne thought.
He pulled on top of him as he fell on the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
In a few hours, Anne was lying beside a shirtless Aramis, her hand on his strong chest. She felt him stroking the top of her head gently while her hand glided up and down his arm.
"You know, Anne," he suddenly said. "If anyone finds out about this …."
"Nobody will find out, Aramis," the Queen interrupted. "And if they do … they won't have a say in it. Now that you're my Minister, everything has changed. And now that Louis is … dead … nothing is stopping us."
She kissed him again, taking his hand.
"God, I love you," Aramis muttered.
Anne pulled away, staring at him in shock. "What?"
"I said I love you, Anne," he said again. "I really do."
He reached for her hand and planted a small kiss on her knuckles.
"Well then I love you too," she replied, kissing him one more time and then cuddling up against the man.
Aramis planted a kiss on her forehead and then wrapped his arms around her small form. "If anything ever happened to you, I would never be able to forgive myself," he said quietly.
"And that is why you're never going to let anything happen to me," Anne told him. "That is why I'm always going to be safe."
The Musketeer smiled. "I hope so."
"I know so," Anne replied, kissing him one more time.
Aramis happily kissed his lover back with equal passion, if not more.