Hi guys, this fic is based on a prompt by the beautiful Hannah, who wanted a fic based on the song Jag Kommer by Veronica Maggio.

I completely fell in love with the song, and it inspired probably the best fic I've ever written (I say this, even though I'm still currently writing it). And yes, I've had this prompt since August, and since I'm so fucking slow, I decided I might as well just post the first part and pray that it'll motivate me to write faster.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a oneshot, but it's getting too long, so I decided to divide it into smaller parts.

So, without further ado, here is the first one, and Hannah, you better like it.

Rated T for swearing and crude language. (For now).

Part 1

Being high on the aftermath of you (How did we even get here?)

Lots of people have told him that it's a crime against nature for a 26 year-old bachelor, who's said to have the face of an angel and the body of a marble statue – bunch of bullshit if you ask him – to spend Friday night tucked in his bed, away from the psychedelic lights and ear infecting music of the Parisian nightlife. And yeah, Enjolras was never the wild party-animal – hell, he wasn't even the domestic party-animal – but after the seventh phone call and twelfth text, normal people would sorta get the picture that he isn't interested in painting the town vomit with Grantaire or getting his ass felt up by dubious men or women with similarly low morals as his good buddy Courfeyrac.

Oh wait… yeah, normal people would. What was he thinking?

But why in God's holy garden should he leave his apartment when he's lying contentedly nude in his comfy as clouds queen-sized bed, with the lights set to low so he can see the twelve stars that are out tonight, and the LSD trip that's the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album playing softly in the background? 'Picture yourself in a train in a station, with plasticine porters with looking glass ties, suddenly someone is there at the turnstile, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes' – Seriously, 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' is such a good fucking song. And it goes so well with the gorgeous brunette sleeping just as awesomely nude beside him, in a position that's not only worthy of the most immense of boners, but makes you feel that want-to-grab-her-in-your-arms-and-snuggle-like-a-C are-Bear kind of thing.

She's resting on her back, with her legs spread open in an almost obscene way, and he isn't sure if he's grateful or frustrated as fuck that the sheet is still barely covering her crotch. Well, at least her boobs are still on full glorious display.

But it's the way one of her hands clings to his bicep and refuses to let go that really gets his heart going.

Weird.

It's so fucking weird.

Not once in his life has he ever looked at a man or woman like some sort of ravenous wolf, wanting them sexually and emotionally, needing them like a junkie needs his crack, and never has he actually felt himself fall like he's falling now. It's like he's falling through this black hole, but there's something like a light at the end of it. It's weird. And as he's staring at Éponine, who's snoring lightly and looking like the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen, this shit feels even weirder.

It's even weirder because they've been friends for such a long time. They've known each other for years, they've seen each other every day, they've talked, they've joked, they've kicked R in the ballsack – not at the same time though, that wouldn't have been cool – and were just about as close as all les Amis were. So why the fuck has he never realized how truly beautiful and amazing this girl really was until today?

Seriously… one day… it took just one day for Éponine to turn from best girl-ami – yeah, she definitely wins over Musichetta and Marius' Courgette – to the girl he just lost his virginity to and is probably starting to fall in love with? How the hell?

Well, it all started out as…

Yes, I know, douchey of me to end it like that, but if you know me, then you'll also know I'm evil. I'd love to read your opinions, so please review if you can and want to.

Thanks for reading.