And here we have chapter 2. This one is a lot more detailed than the first chapter and it took me quite a long time to write it.
A quick reminder, that some modifications have been made to chapter 1. It's not 100% necessary to read it, but it would make the story flow better.
A big thank you to the awesome ThinksInWords for looking the chapter over and to all the people over at our Enjonine forum for helping me stay motivated and being a great inspiration to me.
Chapter 2
April 22nd 1832
"Get out!"
"But Monsieur – "
"No buts, Éponine! Get out now!" Enjolras bellowed as he tried to drag the gamine out of his flat.
Enough was enough. They had been playing this ridiculous game of theirs for the better part of three months now, and the rules were always the same: Éponine would come knocking at his apartment door, begging him to, as she so eloquently put it, 'make her feel good'; Enjolras would try to reason with her and argue why they should abstain from making any more mistakes; Éponine, being the intelligent, cunning woman she was, always managed to make him cave; and Enjolras always ended up being the loser, never able to deny her needs, or his own.
He had to end this; he could not take it anymore. Yes, the sex was incredible, and it would be a lie if he claimed he did not enjoy it. He actually enjoyed it very much, but the fact of the matter was that it was clouding his mind; becoming preoccupied with a woman in such a way was not part of his plans. The only thing Enjolras needed to focus on was France. His impoverished country that was enslaved by this accursed constitutional monarchy, its miserable people, the need for freedom and justice… these were the things that needed his undivided attention, not the carnal needs of a woman.
There was also the problem of his constant craving for this girl. He found himself thinking of her at inopportune moments, and sometimes he even found it difficult to hold back from seeking her out himself. Enjolras had never before felt the need, nor desire, to be intimate with another person. Intercourse had always been a subject in which he had found absolutely nothing of interest; that is until that fateful night in which he and Éponine had first been together. Since then, his views had been completely and irrevocably altered. He now found the act extremely enjoyable, almost addicting, and a particularly excellent way to relieve pent-up stress, of which he was commonly known to suffer.
But no matter how agreeable he found their time spent together, the fact remained that it was not healthy. They were not in a relationship, they knew very little about each other, and being in love was completely out of the question. Furthermore, he knew for a fact that Éponine was merely using him. He was nothing more than a second-rate substitution for Pontmercy, and that infuriated him more than he would ever admit. To this girl, he was a means to escape the wretched existence their sordid society had forced upon her, and had circumstances been different, he would have gladly offered her his full support, but as things were right now he could not afford to do so.
No, this needed to end, and it needed to end now.
Éponine was still staring up at him with those large brown eyes he liked so much; it was difficult, but he needed to be strict with her.
Enjolras opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by a flash of blinding light, followed by a loud cracking sound from outside.
"It appears tonight will be a wet one" Éponine commented distractedly, her eyes still completely focused on his face.
They contemplated each other for a moment, the sound of thunder being the only thing that would now and then break the silence that had fallen upon the room.
Éponine was the one to break their eye contact. She lowered her head, trying to hide the smirk on her face. "Well then, I suppose I should be on my way" she said, and turned to leave.
Enjolras followed her with his gaze, an insecure expression shadowing his features. He could hear the wind pick up outside and the thunder getting louder. His jaw clenched.
She was just about to go through the door when he suddenly called after her, stopping the gamine in her tracks. Her smile widened, but she quickly repressed it and turned around on her heels to face the young man, raising her eyebrows in fake confusion.
"Yes, Monsieur?" she asked in the most innocent tone she could achieve.
Enjolras really did not like that tone.
"Just come in" he grumbled, gritting his teeth in annoyance. There was no way Enjolras could possibly let the poor girl go out on the streets in this sort of weather; besides being ungentlemanly, it was inhumane. He sighed in defeat.
"Thank you" Éponine quipped and almost skipped her way back inside the apartment, a large, pretty smile decorating her face.
Even though her current mien annoyed him, he liked it when she smiled like that. He looked at her bemusedly as she slowly approached him with a childish, yet mischievous look in her eyes.
The gamine moved to embrace him, but was stopped by Enjolras holding up his palms in front of her, the stern look returning brusquely to his face
"Sofa" he gestured towards the red loveseat that was the centerpiece of the sitting room they found themselves in. It was one of the few pieces of furniture Enjolras owned that looked remotely elegant and expensive. Though it was fairly small in size, it was more than enough for Éponine's small body to be able to rest comfortably.
She stared at him in disbelief. She wanted to protest, but it was clear that he was not going to waver on the matter.
"I will see you in the morning" he said tersely. "Good night."
And without another word he turned on his heels, marched towards his bedroom, and disappeared behind the door, slamming it shut behind him.
The gamine was left alone to stare at the spot where Enjolras had stood only seconds ago. She clicked her tongue. 'Poor man' she smirked, 'how can you possibly believe I would give up so easily?'
'There is no chance she will give up so easily' Enjolras pondered as he went about removing his clothes and changing into his sleepwear. He was certain Éponine would somehow try to get her way; she was very stubborn like that. He just needed to ascertain there would be no opening for her to take advantage of.
There was no lock on the door, so shutting himself in was not a possibility. He looked around the room, hoping to find something of use in the matter, but of course he was out of luck. Enjolras knew he really did not have many options, but if there was one thing he could do, it was learn from his mistakes.
Remembering their last encounter, the blond plopped down on his bed, took the duvet and covered himself up to his neck. He turned to his side and buried his hands underneath the pillow, making sure they were completely out of reach.
There was nothing more he could do now, except pray that she would have the decency to respect his wishes and not come barging into his room, trying to force herself upon him again.
After several minutes, Enjolras was still alone, and he could feel the numbness of sleep begin to take over his body. 'Perhaps she will actually behave this time' he thought as he felt his consciousness slowly slip away.
It proved to be only wishful thinking however, as not a minute later he heard the sound of the door creaking open and someone slowly entering his bedroom. His hands clenched into fists underneath the pillow. 'Oh, for the love of God!' he thought as he gritted his teeth in frustration.
He considered getting up and yelling at her to get out, but decided against it and took to just lie there unmoving, pretending he was asleep. Enjolras did not want to be too harsh with her, no matter how exasperating she could be; he did not want to scare her, or make her hate him. He hoped that if he just ignored her and pretended to be in deep slumber, she would give up and return to her own bed.
He felt the bed dip next to him, and he fought to suppress a groan. 'Of course she would not give up.'
There was some odd shifting on the mattress; Enjolras had no clue what she was up to, but he was not particularly keen on finding out. He kept his eyes firmly shut, and tried to pretend Éponine was not there.
Suddenly, he felt the bed dip on both sides of his head and frowned. 'What in the world is she doing?'
Cursing his curiosity, Enjolras covertly opened one eye to see what exactly was happening. He was surprised to be met by the sight of a small foot standing directly in front of his face. He almost wrinkled his brows in a frown, but remembered he was supposed to be asleep and hastily closed his eye and resumed his feigning.
"Don't pretend to be asleep, Monsieur, stealth and deceit are my forte, not yours" he heard Éponine chuckle from somewhere up above.
Enjolras had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying anything rude. Knowing there was no point in keeping up this pretense any longer he opened both eyes and rolled over to lie on his back, with the intent of admonishing her for once again going against his wishes. Or at least he would have, had he not been frozen on the spot and rendered completely speechless by the sight that greeted him as he looked up.
Éponine was standing directly above him with both feet planted firmly on the mattress on either side of his head and her hands holding onto on the bed's headboard for support. She was also completely naked, and all Enjolras could actually see was the bare flesh between her legs. She was facing the wall and she was staring down at him with a bemused expression. "Are you all right?" she asked innocently.
He swallowed hard and found that his throat had gone unexpectedly dry. He could also feel his manhood slowly hardening under the covers as he stared up at her center, unable to take his eyes away. He could have done with a drink right now.
Éponine chuckled as she gazed down at him through hooded eyes. Seeing the blush slowly spread on his cheeks and his mouth hang open as he stared up at her sex told her she had already won. Knowing she was the only one who could bring out such expressions out of this stoic man who only knew revolution and politics made her feel empowered. Her heart couldn't help but flutter with pride and the ache in the pit of her stomach could only grow in intensity as this so-called marble man gazed at her with such obvious ravenous lust. She could not wait for him to put that desire to good use.
She needed this man to make her feel good, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Éponine needed to feel wanted, and right now, Enjolras wanted her.
"Get off the bed, 'Ponine" Enjolras said tersely all of a sudden.
It surprised her. 'He is being more stubborn than usual' she thought and clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Enjolras was not pleased with the situation he found himself in. He was trying hard to keep himself from caving and taking the girl right then and there. He was actually clutching his bed sheets so tightly his knuckles had turned while, all the while trying to force his erection away by sheer will-power. "Get off the bed, Éponine" he repeated himself, and he cringed when he heard the hoarseness of his voice. He really needed a drink.
Instead of gracing him with a reply, Éponine smirked. She began slowly lowering her body until she was perched on her shins, her hands remaining on the bed's headboard for support and her center stopping merely inches above his face.
Enjolras was about to voice his indignation about her continuous disregard of his requests when his nostrils were suddenly hit by her womanly scent and all words escaped him. He couldn't help himself from letting out a guttural breath after inhaling her sweet fragrance, and his mind blanked as his eyes gazed up at her tempting womanhood.
Éponine shivered as she felt his hot breath hit her center. She bit her lip and it took such a large amount of self-control to remain in the same position and not thrust herself upon his face. "Monsieur Enjolras" she said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper, "please."
The blond gritted his teeth as a massive internal struggle went on inside of him. His rationality and reason fought against his more basic, animalistic urges, rendering him at a loss for what he should do.
"Please" she begged once more and lowered herself slightly, until his nose slightly grazed her clit, causing a soft whimper to escape her throat.
Enjolras closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his senses become overwhelmed by the aroma of her arousal and the feeling of her heat only a breath away from his lips. He opened his eyes and admired the soft flesh of her sex. Without even truly realizing what he was doing, he lifted his head slightly and brushed the tip of his nose against her swollen clit. He grinned when Éponine started with a yelp.
"It tickles" she giggled and bit her lower lip, trying to hide the satisfied smirk on her face. Her mind was slowly becoming clouded with desire and all she wanted was to feel more of him. She positioned herself so that the little bundle of nerves between her legs was directly above his mouth and slowly began swaying her hips, brushing her folds against his soft lips. She mewled and whimpered as the contact sent small shocks of pleasure through her body. "Please, Enjolras."
"What am I going to do with you, 'Ponine?" Enjolras sighed against her folds, his mouth twitching in a smirk as he felt the moistness or her desire wet his lips. Without warning, he stuck his tongue out and ran it through the entirety of her sex, tasting her sweetness and appreciating the sound of her pleasured shriek that only he knew how to elicit.
He let his tongue tenderly trace each fold a few times, letting himself enjoy the softness of their flesh, before moving it to her clit and flicking the little bundle a few times with its tip. He slowly began circling the swollen bud clockwise, then counterclockwise, and then repeated the process several times, before returning his attention to her folds again.
Éponine groaned and shuddered as Enjolras fed on her center. Her hold on the headboard tightened as the sheer force of the pleasure he was causing made her feel dizzy and weak. She could hardly believe such bliss was even possible; it was astounding how he managed to lift her to new heights every time they were intimate, and so easily at that. It was incredible. He was incredible.
"ENJOLRAS!" she screamed as she felt him take her clit between his lips and suck it gently. She threw her head back and her body shook uncontrollably the more suction he applied. She removed a hand from its place on the bedpost and brought it to one of her breasts, kneading and caressing the soft flesh of her mound. She caught her nipple between two fingers and began pinching and twisting it, adding to the ecstasy the man underneath her was already producing. She lightly pressed herself downwards and began slowly gyrating her hips against his mouth as he licked her.
Enjolras groaned against Éponine's pulsating core as she swayed against his lips; he was so aroused he could barely contain the overwhelming desire that was bubbling within him. Her juices were dripping down his chin and throat, quenching the thirst that had consumed him before. He swallowed every drop of her; he was insatiable and he felt like he could never have enough of her taste.
A loud moan escaped her lips as she moved her center lower on his face and his chin suddenly hit her opening, pressing against her slightly. Éponine's eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she gasped at the overwhelming sensation.
His sucking and licking of her clit, his lips kissing her folds, the point of his chin adding pressure to her slit made her body tremble. She was so close to heaven it felt like she was soaring, but she didn't want to reach it; not yet. She was not that selfish.
Unexpectedly, Éponine briskly lifted her hips and gingerly got to her feet, leaving a perplexed Enjolras to follow her with his eyes.
The blond looked at her questioningly, and worried that he had done something wrong. He did not get the opportunity to ask however, as she hastily turned her body around so her back was now facing the wall and lowered herself back down upon him.
Enjolras happily reclaimed her sex with his mouth, but faltered as he felt her bending forward and her hands began fiddling with the buttons of his pants. He groaned loudly against her folds when Éponine released his hardened member from the constriction of his trousers and wrapped her small hand around it.
She began slowly running her fingers up and down his shaft, letting them linger on his tip and squeezing it gently in her palm.
His breaths started coming in harsher, and it took everything he had to remain focused on his own task. His tongue lapped at her center, while his lips would pinch her soft folds or suck on her swollen clit which made Éponine struggle with staying concentrated as well.
The waves of pleasure that were washing over her core while he devoured her were so powerful she could barely breathe. She was dying to drown in ecstasy, but she also did not want to go alone. Using both hands, she caressed his throbbing erection, one stroking his length in eager motions, while the other traveled south until it found his testicles.
He hissed when her fingers gently brushed against his testicles and his body tensed. When he felt her tongue flick against his tip, he was no longer able to contain low growls from escaping his lips.
Éponine could taste the pre-cum on the apex of his manhood and she smiled as she licked him clean, enjoying the salty taste of his seed as well as his blissful moans against her slit. She loved pleasing him. He was always very vocal during sex; hearing his sighs and groans was one of the things Éponine enjoyed most.
When she opened his mouth and suddenly took half his shaft in at once, Enjolras cried out so loudly that it made sounds come out of her own lips. She began bobbing her head up and down his hardness, taking more of him in, bit by bit. For the part she couldn't get in her throat, she used her hand to compensate, stroking and squeezing him as she furiously sucked him off. All of this and her other hand that was still massaging his testicles made Enjolras see stars before his eyes.
He had to give it his all to keep himself from erupting right then and there; the only thing that kept him grounded was his own task of keeping Éponine at the same level of heaven he was on.
He maneuvered his own arms in such a way that they were now underneath her, spreading her folds apart and allowing him better access to her slick heat. His tongue swept against the pink flesh as he explored every inch of her core, until it finally rested on her opening. Slowly, he inserted his tongue inside of her, forcing as much of it in as he could. After finding the limit of his reach, he gently retracted his tongue, only to push it back in with greater force.
The unexpected intrusion made Éponine gasp. She shivered as her skin became covered in goose bumps and the ache deep down in her lower abdomen became unbearable. She couldn't stop moaning as he tormented her; even as she shoved the entirety of his length down her throat, she could not stop screaming. Even though her harsh pants and groans were muffled by his member that filled her mouth to the brim she could not stop vocalizing her euphoria.
They both knew they were slowly reaching their breaking point. Their mouths fed furiously on each other's sex, the pair anxious to push the other over the edge of ecstasy as soon as possible. They both let out loud guttural moans as he ravished her between her legs and she swallowed his length to the hilt.
When Enjolras brought his fingers to her clit and gently pinched it, Éponine shuddered so violently one would think she was having a seizure. His index finger began making circular motions around the small bundle of nerves while his tongue thrust inside of her and his lips caressed her folds. He could feel she was close, as her breathing became shallower and her body began clenching around him. Feeling her on the brink of erupting, he wrapped his arms around her backside and forced her down harder onto his face. His mouth opened wide and covered the whole of her sex as if he did not want a single inch left out. He sucked hard and his tongue danced furiously around her wet heat as her juices ran down his throat. He drank every single drop of her, while the excess drizzled down his chin and all the way to his throat, staining his nightshirt in the process.
Éponine's body convulsed as rapture finally took over; her vision went blurry and her ecstatic scream would have rang throughout the bedroom had her mouth not been filled to the brim with his throbbing arousal.
Enjolras could feel the tremor in her throat around his shaft and it made him start losing control as well. He quickly withdrew his lips from her spent sex and barely managed to breathe out: "'Ponine, I'm…" before the overwhelming bliss made him lose his voice.
But that was all she needed to hear. Dazed as she was, she could clearly understand what he was trying to express. She removed his straining member from her mouth and hastily replaced it with her eager hand. She stroked his length in frenzied motions while her other hand was still busy caressing his testicles. She rubbed him so hard and fast her arms were beginning to hurt, but no matter how straining it was she would not have stopped even if her life depended on it.
"God…" Enjolras groaned as he squeezed her backside and buried his head between her legs. His hips bucked and his body shuddered as rapture flowed through his body. His eyes went up into his head, and with a scream, he finally exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. As he came, his hot stream hit Éponine, who had not been fast enough to dodge, square in the face.
They both remained in the same positions until they were finally able to get their breathing under control and get back in contact with reality.
It was Éponine who moved first. She gingerly rose off of Enjolras' body and settled herself beside him in a seated position.
After he finally regained his thinking capacity, he turned his head to look at her, ready to deliver his usual speech on why what they had done should never happen again, but immediately froze as his eyes fell upon the young girl's form.
Éponine was gazing at him with a dazed smile on her lips; her body was shining with sweat, her cheeks were flushed and her pretty face soiled white by his dripping ejaculate. His semen drizzled off her face down to her perky breasts and Enjolras could not help but stare at her in awe.
She was beautiful. And the thought that he was the one who made her look like that made his heart pound inside his chest. Were he not so tired, he would yank her to him and ravish her again on the spot.
"What are you staring at?" she asked teasingly.
He considered not answering her question, but for some reason, he decided to go with the truth this time. "You."
Her smile faltered for a short moment, and she looked at him confusedly. Then it widened and she lowered her gaze and Enjolras could have sworn she looked embarrassed.
The blond finally managed to get up and sit in front of her. As he did so, he grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside table and handed it to her.
Éponine stared at the piece of fabric but did not move to take it. Instead, she brought her index finger to her breast and scooped a few drops of his seed on its tip. She stuck out her tongue and licked his ejaculate off her finger as she glanced up at him with a challenging expression.
She was about to repeat the action when Enjolras suddenly grabbed her by the wrist. He stared at her with a dark expression, and she shuddered at the intensity of his gaze. His breathing had become labored once again and the throbbing vein in his temple told her that he was already aroused.
But instead of throwing himself upon her like Éponine had hoped, the blond took the handkerchief and shoved it in her face. He rubbed her skin harshly, wiping the semen off as if he were cleaning a child who had dirtied himself after a meal.
The gamine protested and tried to escape his hold, but his hand on her wrist kept her firmly in place.
"Stay still" he admonished as he rubbed the last of his seed off her face. He then brought the handkerchief down to wipe at her neck, chest and finally at the swell of her breasts.
Éponine inhaled sharply as the soft fabric came in contact with the skin of her mounds. She glanced at him as he busied himself with cleaning his own ejaculate and couldn't help but want to laugh at his serious expression. She loved seeing how focused he was on his task, his eyes fixed on her chest, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly parted. She wanted to kiss those lips so badly.
When he finally finished, he looked up to find her staring at him intently, her bottom lip between her teeth and a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Before Éponine knew it, Enjolras had grabbed her by the nape of the neck and yanked her body to his own, capturing her mouth in a deep, needy kiss.
She mewled against his lips and immediately opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. She could still taste herself on his lips, and she could feel the familiar pressure in her lower regions beginning to surface again. Éponine brought her fingers to his head and buried them in his soft hair, tugging at the blond locks as their lips danced against each other.
He cupped her face in his large hands and let his tongue sweep inside her warm cavern. When all the air had completely left his lungs, he begrudgingly pulled his lips away and gazed into her large brown eyes.
They stared at each other for a while, both panting and red faced from the heat that had enveloped their bodies.
Éponine was eager for him to once again make her his and braced herself for Enjolras to take her right then and there. She was shocked when, instead of pouncing on her, he swiftly buttoned up his trousers and fell back onto his bed with a satisfied sigh.
"Sofa" was all he said before shutting his eyes closed and letting his exhaustion get the best of him. A few short moments later and his chest was rising slowly as he finally drifted off to sleep.
The gamine shook her head in surprise and stared blank-faced at the slumbering man. She could not believe he could so easily ignore his obvious needs and choose to sleep rather than satisfy them.
She considered waking him and forcing herself upon him again, but after glancing at the dark circles under his eyes she thought better of it. He looked so serene and peaceful as he slept that she could not bring herself to bother him.
She shot the window a quick look and realized the rain had finally ceased. With a sigh, the gamine slowly got off the bed and carefully made her way back towards the sitting room. She gently closed the door behind her and, after finding her clothes which she had unceremoniously discarded on the floor, made work of dressing herself. 'No point in staying in this flat any longer' she thought as she pulled her skirt up her thighs.
It was still not very late yet; perhaps if she went home now, she would still catch Marius before he went to bed. A smile crept on the girl's lips as the image of the young man's gentle face and the memory of his kind voice bidding her 'good night' flooded her mind.
She hastily finished dressing herself, eager to leave Enjolras' home and run back to her own. Before letting herself out, she stopped by the table where the owner ate his meals, upon which a large bowl of red apples was placed in its center. She pocketed the two handsomest ones she could find and grinned. 'Perhaps Marius will appreciate it and smile at me' she thought wistfully.
Without so much as another glance back, Éponine ran out the front door and out into the dark, damp streets of Paris. Her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her handsome dark-haired neighbor, while all memories of the blond man she had given herself to only a few minutes ago disappeared into the night.
Thank you very much for reading, the third chapter will take some time to get here, as I'm still writing it, but hopefully it won't take me exceedingly long to get it done. Reviews are very much appreciated.