It wasn't unusual for Eponine to turn up on doorsteps unannounced. In fact, that was normally how she visited friends, no matter what time of day. After moving out from her parents she had lived in a variety of different apartments, most of them shabby and damp and if Joly had known he probably would have had a heart attack. After finding out, Jehan had insisted she stay with him in his spare room. Begrudgingly she had accepted but her only issue was that Joly often visited and today was one of those days and she had a cold. Not fancying another lecture off the medical student she had quickly left the flat and wandered through the rain until she came to the first of their friends apartments.

She knocked on the door, her hair plastered to her face from the rain and after a few moments Combeferre appeared, looking her over with a frown. "You're going to catch a cold," he scolded her lightly.

"I already have one," she shrugged as she ducked under her arm and made her way over to the sofa, slumping down and swinging her legs up onto the coffee table as Combeferre stared after her before rolling his eyes and following her. "Where's Blondie?"

"At the library," he told her simply. "If you already have a cold you could catch hypothermia."

"Then I guess you'll have to look after me, Doc," she told him as she turned the volume up on the television. He smiled fondly at the nickname as she he slipped into his room and quickly began to search through his draws for some warm clothes for her to wear. They'd been friends for a few years now, ever since she had somehow wormed her way into their friendship group and out of them all, he was one of the few she was close to.

After a few minutes he returned with a pair of pj bottoms and a jumper for her along with a pile of blankets. She raised her eyebrow at him as he placed them down beside her. "You need to get warm," he told her as he headed for the bathroom.

With a couple of towels in his hands, assuming she'd want to dry off of her hair as well, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room, instantly stopping in his tracks. Eponine stood in the middle of the room, she'd dumped her jacket on the back of the sofa, leaving her in the green vest top that stuck to her frame, clinging to her skinny waist and the swell of her breasts beneath it. His mouth fell open as he blushed, instantly dropping his eyes to the floor.

She grinned as she watched him, purposely putting a hand on her hip as she eyed him. "Like what you see, Doc?" She teased as she grabbed the towels out of his arms, brushing up against him. His cheeks turned even redder as he averted his eyes, very aware of the sound of material hitting the ground as she shed her clothes.

She cleared her throat and he instantly looked up, expecting her to be dressed but as he quickly lifted his eyes he found her stood instead in the centre of the room only in the underwear. Seeing her like that was enough to make his member twitch and he found himself looking at her mischievous grin before he hurried out the room and into his bedroom, trying to get rid of that image that was stuck in his mind.

Ten minutes later he heard the faint knock on his door and he cursed under his breath before he opened it, finding the girl dressed in his clothes on the other side, her hair now damp hung in loose curls around her face.

"Hey," he forced a smile as he stepped past her and headed for the sofa, quickly grabbing the blanket. Seeing her like that only made him ache even more. "Sit down, we need to get you warm."

She obediently sat down before sliding under the blanket, relieved that she was now covered in the blanket he sat beside her, trying to force himself to watch the television before her voice interrupted him. "How do you treat hypothermia?"

He raised his eyebrow as he glanced at her out of the corner of her eyes, curious as to whether this was another of her games or whether she was genuinely wanting to know. "You have to warm the body up, not the arms or legs, that pushes cold blood towards the heart and that just makes things worse. If we have to, we use someone elses body heat."

She was silent for a moment before she moved closer to him, throwing the blanket over him as she well as she leant against him. "I think I have hypothermia."

He swallowed hard as he tried to stay still, fully aware of the girls underwear that sat in a pile on the carpet in front of them, certain she had left it there on purpose. "I don't think you're sick, Ep."

She pouted as she moved even closer to him. "You don't know that, better safe than sorry," she told him, grinning to herself as Combeferre tried to focus on the screen. Suddenly she moved onto his lap and straddled him, blocking his view completely.

"Ep, what are you-" he stopped midsentence as she leaned closer to him and he was all too aware of the effect she was having on his body as he felt himself grow hard beneath her and he could only hope she hadn't noticed.

"So.. if you don't warm and legs up, where do you warm up?" She grinned at him.

He closed his eyes and lay his head back against the sofa as he tried to distract himself, picturing his lecturer as he spoke but the feel of her warm breath so close to his lips was driving him insane. "The head, chest, neck and.. and groin.." He managed to get out.

"Think you can do that for me, Doc?" The only reply he gave was a moan as he felt her rock her hips in lap and he suddenly regretted giving her clothes to change into. Her lips were against his in an instant, her tongue running across his lip before seeking permission to enter his mouth. He hurriedly accommodated her, allowing her access as he quickly moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer to him as she continued to grind her hips down against him.

She broke the kiss only to take his lip between her teeth as she caught his eye before pushing off of his lap. He let out an embarrassing whine at the loss and watched as she hurriedly began to pull the jumper over her head. Realising what was happening he stood up as she well as he began to pull his own jumper off before dropping his jeans to the floor, finding himself stood in front of the naked girl in only his boxers.

Eponine smirked as she pushed him back down on the sofa and straddled him, reaching down to stroke him through his boxers. He arched up into her hand as he began to cover her neck in kisses, occasionally leaving small bites before sucking the skin, encouraged by her small whimpers.

After a few moments she let go of him and he watched as she sunk to her knees in front of him and pulled his boxers off. She looked up at him as she wrapped her small hand around his length and flicked her tongue across the tip, tracing the bead of precome. Too slow for Combeferres taste, she slowly wrapped her mouth around the head of his length and ran her tongue over the slit, drawing out a low moan from him.

His hands found her damp hair as he closed his eyes, her mouth making its way down his length. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking the space that her mouth didn't reach. He bucked his hips up as he moaned, his eyes flying open as he looked at her worriedly. "Sorry, I- oh god…" He moaned at the sight of her, her swollen lips wrapped around him whilst her other hand moved between her legs. She bobbed her head slowly, allowing her tongue to trace a vein until she reached her hand. After to doing so a few more times he swallowed hard. "I think we've warmed you face enough now…"

She smirked as she pulled off of him with an obscene pop, staying between his legs as she looked up at him. "So where do you want to try next?"

"I think… chest…" He breathed as he watched her. She moved back onto his lap expectantly, giving him that mischievous smile again. He ran his fingers lightly over her skin, tracing the swell of her breast before he captured her nipple between his fingers and rolled it, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure. He smirked to himself as he did the same with the other before replacing of his hands with his lips, graving his teeth over her.

With one hand now free he ran it down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before he found the heat between her legs. Without warning he slipped a finger inside of her which rewarded him with another moan. He slowly began to move his finger, adding a second before his thumb found her sensitive clit and circled it slowly before he began to rub her.

Eponine grasped at his shoulders tightly as she tried to support herself, a steady stream of curses escaping her lips as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers and mouth. Soon her moans turned to whimpers. "Please… Ferre…" She begged as she moved her fingers to his hair, running her nails over his scalp and causing him to shudder. "I need you. I need you inside of me."

He didn't need telling twice as he quickly moved both of his hands down to her hips and placed a kiss on her breast. Before he had chance to move she had his length in her hand and slowly lowered herself down. They moaned in unison as her tight heat surrounded him and he hurriedly pulled her into a kiss.

She rocked her hips against his, his hands on her hips helped her move on his length as one of her hands remained tangled in his hair and the other rubbing herself in just the right way. He kissed her jaw, trailing more down her neck and to her collarbone. Each one was gentle, something she was not used to. She was used to rough men, men that didn't care how pleasurable she was finding it. She caught his lips with her own, kissing him softly.

He chuckled as he broke away, brushing the hair away from her face that was sticking to her forehead. She looked at him questioningly as she moaned, tugging on his hair. "Joly will kill us if you get us both sick."

She grinned at him wickedly in return. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll isolate us together," she told him, suddenly moving her lips to his collarbone and biting down lightly. He let out a strangled moan as he bucked his hips up into her, pulling her down to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly the door flew open and Eponine squealed, pressing herself into Combeferres arms as he tried to grab a blanket to cover them with. Enjolras stood in the door way, looking at the two of them and the various clothes scattered across the floor as he tried to make sense of the scene.

"Can you shut the door Blondie, there's a bit of a draft?" Eponine told him wickedly as she moved her hips, causing Combeferre to let out an involuntary moan as both men turned bright red.