He's a clumsy lover, with slender fingers and lovely, thick golden hair that is perfect for grabbing and tugging. His blue eyes hold her gaze as he enters her, fingers bruising her hips and breath ghosting her lips.
She's experienced, to say the least. But all the other men, they had a passion for snoring as soon as the deed was done, satisfaction be damned. But Enjolras...
The first time they make love, it's at her apartment, and despite his clever fingers and quick tongue, she senses a slight hesitation every time his lips touch hers. She guides hm in and his voice, low and sensual, is only part of what drives her over the edge. Then after...
His hands-oh god, his hands- stroke her stomach, her breasts, her lower lips, anything they can reach. It is almost an unconscious action, the way his fingers dance. She lets out a soft moan as they travel lower and lower, eyes partially closing in sweet, sweet satiation-
His fingers jerk back, as if he had done something wrong. Eponine wants to grab his arm and pull him back, back to where his magic fingers had been completely unraveling her, but he's already out of bed and pulling on his pants, mumbling excuses. Eponine is speechless, amazed that this greater orator (bad word to use, bad word) is dissolving right before her eyes, his tongue (ohhh, such a good word to use) melting into a million pieces.
She pushes the blanket away from her naked body, and gives herself a moment of pleasure as Enjolras' eyes wander up and down, making love to her with solely by looking at her. Her eyes stray down to his jeans, and she smiles as his reaction.
"Come back to bed," she says, patting the mattress, her brown eyes growing dark under the moonlight that's swimming in and covering them both in a blanket of silver.
"I...uh, I..." He shifts his hands from his pockets, to the air, then to rub his neck. With an ever-growing smile, Eponine slides off of the mattress and takes two long, slow steps to Enjolras.
"Come back to me," she whispers, and gently takes his hands in hers. She places one on her breasta and the other between her thighs. His fingers begin moving automatically. His right hand fondles her breast and gently thumbs her sensitive nub as the other reaches in and curls inside of her.
"Ohhh yes," Eponine moans, and her eyes open just enough to see his devilish grin. She barely has time to let out a gasp before he closes the gap between their mouths and sneaks his tongue through her lips. They fall back onto the bed, with his fingers still inside her, rubbing her clit and sending her through the ceiling and soaring through the heavens.
His mouth begins to move down, down, and the heat from his hands lingers as they begin to roam her body much more confidently. Eponine gasps and moans loudly as Enjolras' tongue finds its way down to her abdomen, her inner thighs, her clit...
Then his tongue is tasting and licking and loving her and she's screaming to whoever is listening because this is absolute heaven as his fingers linger confidently upon her thighs.