A/N: Well, here is a little two-shot I cooked up back in January, and it has finally been finished! Yay!
So I'm posting it today - July 26 - since I'm 20 today. And well, I wanted to do something to make me a littler happier today. I'm kinda bummed to be 20...but I guess it is what it is, I just don't want to grow older in all honesty. So if you left me a review, that might make me a little happier as well! ...just saying...
So, I got the idea for this story from a line in a song entitled Cop Car by Keith Urban (Sam Hunt sings it better, btw). So I pulled ideas from that song and put them in Part 2 and decided to call this fic, Cop Car, in its honor. And thus, the summary is the chorus of the song with the lyrics changed a bit to fit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables or Cop Car by Keith Urban.
Warnings: Rated T because things get a little heated and Éponine says a few dirty things... So enjoy!
[Modern AU TwoShot]
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Cop Car
Part 1
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Love. Single-handedly, that is the most absurd, repugnant, confusing, stubborn, overused, yet delightful, mind-blowing, craziest piece of BS in our lives. Just think about it, we say it all the time, we talk about it, we write songs and stories about it, we make it, and we pray to find that one person who will eventually utter those three heart-shattering words to us.
But love can happen anywhere. It can hold a blatant obvious sign in front of your face and wave it around until you give it the time of day or it can even sneak up on you in a place you never expected to find it. And heck, when it sneaks up on you, it can happen in the most inconvenient of places.
So this story here, is about how our very own, Gabriel Enjolras, fell in love in the back of a cop car. And it all started on a warm, breezy, July night...
With the windows rolled down - to more than his liking - Éponine's hair spewed in all different crazy directions from the passenger seat. Enjolras drove on, hiking the windows up slightly from his driver's side door only to be protested by Éponine's indignant reply of rolling them right back down again.
This time as she rolled the windows down all the way again, she unlatched her seatbelt, stood up, and stuck her head out the window screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Jesus, 'Ponine! Are you mad?!" Enjolras scolded as he removed his eyes from the road and pulled her back in the car by the hem of her shirt. Luckily, they were driving on a quieter, two lane street on the outskirts of town, so she probably wasn't disturbing too many people with her noise. And thankfully, there wasn't much traffic around to wonder what an idiot she was either.
Éponine fell back in her seat giggling and laughing. "I'm not mad," she slurred, "I'm actually quiet happy right now."
"That's not what I meant," he deadpanned. She only responded by cackling with laughter at his obvious non-joke. "Look, I promised the guys I'd get you home safe, so I don't need you flying out of cars before I even get you home, okay?"
"Okay..." Éponine mumbled. Unbeknownst to Enjolras, she was playing up her drunkenness. Truthfully, she was a bit tipsy after everything she had drunk that night with the guys but she also knew how much fun it would be to mess with Enjolras. She would be able to do anything she wanted to him all under the protection of "being drunk" and "not knowing what she was doing." Besides, what kind of a friend would she be if she didn't mess with him every once in a while and pull that stick out of his ass.
In truth, everyone knew how remarkably good-looking Enjolras was and that any girl would be lucky to sport him around on their arm. So Éponine saw this as her chance to just have some fun with him for the night and then they both could return to their normal lives after he dropped her off at home. Even still, he was the one who did volunteer to drive her home from Grantaire's party, so he was kind of asking for it, Éponine reasoned.
Enjolras sighed and rolled up all the windows completely, putting the air conditioning on, and this time, she didn't protest. Instead she smirked as she thought about her next move. Her fingers danced across the gear shift between them and then jumped to his biceps. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch and she knew that even this amount of contact was getting to him.
She traced her fingers up and down his arm and sighed loudly mimicking a sigh of pleasure.
Enjolras shifted in his seat, "Éponine, I'm trying to drive...stop that."
Éponine scooted herself closer to the side of her seat and wrapped her arm around his. She rested her head against his bicep and moaned, "But you're so warm...and I'm sooo co-ol-ld."
Enjolras removed his hand from the wheel, with her still attached to it, and turned off the car's air conditioning. "Better?" he shook his arm and she reluctantly loosened her grip, "Now get off."
Éponine pouted. But she was far from done yet. She smirked and sighed dramatically. His head turned to look at her for the briefest of seconds before completely ignoring her. So Éponine sighed obnoxiously again which earned her a big whopping nothing from him. But then, her hand found her own knee and she started rubbing it slowly in circles, she traveled her hand up her thigh as she melted into her seat.
She closed her eyes and drifted her hands across her stomach, crossing her arms over each other and rubbing all over. She peeked her eyes open to look at him. He was still very much staring straight ahead but she could see him trying to watch her from the corner of his eye.
This was it. Her hands gripped the own breasts and she squeezed them all while moaning and whimpering.
"Éponine!" she heard him yell. But she didn't open her eyes, knowing that he was fully watching her now. Her hands kept massaging her breasts while she arched her back, sighing heavily.
She snapped her eyes open as his hand roughly grabbed her wrist. "Stop it, Éponine!" he scolded. His hand held her wrist firmly and she didn't protest him.
"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?" she purred letting her other hand trace up his arm.
He writhed under her touch but didn't release her wrist. With her finger now circling around his ear, he was having a heard time focusing on the black road ahead of him.
Éponine scooted her legs up onto the seat so she was sitting on her calves facing him. Her fingers traced lazy patterns down his jawline and she could feel him gulp. His hand momentarily tightened around her wrist before he roughly released it, pushing her off of him in the process. "Enough...Éponine." But his words weren't convincing. It sounded like he was having a hard time even getting those words out.
However, Éponine was still nowhere near finished. He was not as nearly aroused as she would like. So her fingers touched his seatbelt and quickly unlatched it.
As it snapped back, he jumped. "Seriously, Éponine! Are you crazy? I'm trying to drive." As his hand worked to pull his seatbelt back, Éponine tangled her fingers with his to stop him.
Her other hand teasingly tickled his thigh before beginning to rub his knee. The car lurched forward, reflexing at her touch and causing her to fall against the seat. She only giggled in response.
Éponine looked between his legs and she could just about see his jeans tightening the more she teased his thigh. But this wasn't yet enough. She linked her arm around his and leaned her face only centimeters from his ear. She breathed longingly into his ears and whispered, "I'm so wet right now."
Enjolras' breath hitched in his throat as he squirmed about. "Éponine..." he warned. He could barely keep his mind focused on anything else now with that mental picture burned in his brain. His palms were becoming sweaty as he tried to keep his hands tight on the wheel. His right hand slipped from the wheel causing the car to jerk right and into the shoulder. He cursed as he quickly corrected the car.
Éponine smirked, realizing she was finally getting the reaction she wanted. But why stop now? She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and cupped his cheek with the other. Her mouth kissed beneath his ear and she tenderly kissed down his neck. She moved her head to suck at his collar bone after opening up the buttons to his red polo shirt.
He craned his head to see over hers. "Éponine," he gulped in a weak voice, "S-St-top...t-this..." Oh, but she knew she wouldn't. There was no way he really wanted her to stop. He was even stuttering now. Perfect.
She could feel the car swaying between the edge of the road and the double-yellow line as he tried to keep it steady. But his muscles were turning to jell-o right before him.
Her lips came back around to the side of his neck and she licked him passionately before closing her eyes and sucking on him like there was no tomorrow. All she wanted was to leave a mark on him. Perhaps what she really wanted was to mark her territory. Lord knew just how bad she really wanted him but she never told him; she never had the courage to. After her Marius incident, she never thought she could be open about her feelings again. So this right now couldn't be more perfect. She could get her fix and blame the alcohol later.
"You taste so good," she murmured against his skin.
The car sped up again and he knew he was doing way above the speed limit. But he needed to get her home as fast at he could. Not to say he wasn't enjoying this, but come on, it was Éponine for Christ's sake. For as long as he known her, she was just a friend, that's all she was and all she should be. Anything more would only make their lives more complicated and she, for one, didn't need any more complications in her life. So he couldn't let this go any further than it should. And she was drunk right now, so to take advantage of her would only be unfair.
Oh, but the way her lips felt against his skin, and the way her tongue left no part of his neck unexplored... He could only imagine what her tongue would feel like on his...
His arm muscle twitched causing the car to slip over the double yellow line and the on-coming car honked loudly bringing him out of his obscene thoughts.
"Jesus," he muttered as they narrowly missed the other car. He couldn't even hide the smirk playing on his lips at that moment.
Yet, her hands and her tongue didn't stop. She hooked one leg over the gear shift in between them and rested half of herself between his legs.
"Éponine!" he cried in a more excited tone rather than a warning one.
While sitting in a very uncomfortable position, Éponine pressed herself right up against him. She traced her hands down his chest until one jumped and grabbed his length.
"Éponine!" he yelled out again louder than he had before. "God! Oh, God! ...Éponine!" he yelled and sighed as her fingers worked in their magical ways to massage him.
He hadn't realized how far he was driving in the shoulder until the tire slipped from the road and into the dirt. "Crap," he groused as he corrected the car back onto the road. He moaned again as her fingers squeezed his tip between his jeans and he let the car pick up speed again.
He could barely keep the car straight anymore. The only reason he didn't pull over at this very second and ravish her until she couldn't walk was because his mind kept yelling at him that this was wrong. Don't give in, it screamed, You're only friends.
"You're so hard, Gabriel..." she moaned, grinding her center along his thigh.
But friends don't say things like that.
Her hand continued pressing against him and gripping it, all while she made these beautiful sounds of ecstasy in his ear. And his name just sounded perfect when it came from her lips.
"Éponine..." he whimpered with his mouth hanging open.
But all too soon, he heard the familiar sounds of sirens behind him. He looked in his rearview mirror over the top of Éponine's head and saw the flashing red and blue lights.
"Shhh..." he muttered trying hard not to say the full word.
Éponine lifted her head from Enjolras' neck and saw out the back window as she felt the car slow down. All she could do was smirk as she gave him one final peck and slid off of him, but still keeping her one leg hooked over his.
Well, if the cops had a plan to ruin her fun, she surely wasn't going to let that happen.
They were all certainly in for a treat...