He's trying to work, goddamnit. Finals are in two weeks, he needs to be prepared. God, why can't he concentrate?
He knows that stress gets to people in different ways, and that people deal with that stress in certain way too. But, seriously, this way is too much for him to handle.
"Oh, god, yes!"
He presses his eyes together, squeezing his hands into fists. Do they have to do it here? In the goddamn library? He tries to focus on the words in his history textbook, but his eyes are blurry.
He hears a giggle over the rhythmic pounding on the stacks of books behind him. He looks up, glaring at the girls across the table.
"No, Éponine, this is not amusing."
She's smirking at him, her own art textbook long forgotten. "Come on, 'Jolras, it is quite funny."
He fold his arms across his chest and glares at the table, anywhere but at her. "It is distracting."
"You didn't say that last week."
He glares up at her. "Éponine, we were alone in here last week! We weren't jeopardising other people's grades by doing... that!" He gestures to the book case behind him, sighing loudly. Why weren't they stopping?
"I bet if you were that guy right now, you wouldn't be complaining about grades. You wouldn't be complaining at all." She stands up then, walking around the table until she next to him. She leans against the table.
"Getting full marks on my exam is much more important than my libido, thank you very much."
She smirks at him. "Enjolras." The way she says it is almost taunting.
"I mean, imagine what I would say to my parents. Sorry, mother, my girlfriend was on top of me while I was supposed to be studying, my bad? It wouldn't go down well."
The bangs on the stacks start to increase in speed, and he frowns when he hears sighs and grunts. "Oh, this is hilarious to watch."
He looks up at her, glaring when she sits in his lap, one knee on either side of him. He frowns at her, but leans back nonetheless, his hands settling on her hips. "Excuse me? How is this hilarious?"
"You're so obviously turned on and you just don't want to admit it."
He startles. "I am not turned on, I am far from-"
She shifts in his lap and it cuts off his voice, turning it into a gasp.
She smirks again. "Your body begs to differ. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural. We're practically listening to live porn, it's bound to turn you on."
He grumbles under his breath, his grip on her waist tightening.
She leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Besides, I'm turned on. You're not going to let your girlfriend sit in such discomfort, are you?"
His throat runs dry, so he just shakes his head with an open mouth. Turning his head to the side, he kisses her, making sure to place a hand on her head to keep her there. She moves again, pressing herself onto him even harder, and he fights a groan louder than expected.
There's a shout from behind him, a mix of pleasure and pain, and it makes Éponine speed up on top of him. Tugging on his curls, she starts kissing him furiously.
It's short, but I've had this saved for a while. Thanks for reading!
