Note: I don't normally write sexual scenes, so I may have cut it off a bit early and I apologize. Hope you enjoy! Also, I'm not sure if the multi-chapter I'm about to start should be in that time period or if it should modernized. Any feedback on that would be greatly appreciated, thank you all so much for the follows and favs. It makes me smile. :)
Rain
"I think we should call a cab," Enjolras said as he and Éponine stood under the awning of the Corinthe. When they had arrived for drinks with their friends, there had been a slight drizzle, nothing they couldn't walk in. A few hours later, and several drinks in, it was full out pouring rain. The street was barely recognizable even from the doorway. "We don't live too far," Éponine pointed out as she zipped up her coat, "I think we should make a run for it." She's grinning at him, eyes ablaze with that glint he knows so well. Before he can respond, she's running down the street, splashing in puddles and laughing. She stops in the middle of the empty street and turns to him, "You're coming aren't you?" she calls out, "Or do I have to get out of these wet clothes by myself?" She's teasing him, and truth be told, Enjolras kind of likes it.
Then he's running, they're running, and laughing. Sure, it's a bit childish, but it's freeing. The rain soaks their clothes, it tangles in their hair, and it coats their skin. As they near their apartment, the slow down, holding hands and shivering. They head up the stairs, teeth chattering, huddled together for warmth. Enjolras tries several times to unlock the door, but all he can concentrate on is the way Éponine's fingers have slipped under the hem of his shirt, brushing against the top of his jeans. He finally opens the door and pulls her in, dropping the keys haphazardly on the floor. It's dark inside the apartment, the rain tapping the window rhythmically. He's staring at her intently as he moves towards her cautiously, backing her into the door. She's slowly unzipping his jacket as he leans in, lightly grazing his lips against hers. He plants kisses along her jaw, down her neck, against her ear, each kiss leaving sparks of heat on her skin. Éponine's heart was beating fast now as she tugs his jacket off him and starts unzipping hers. They subconsciously move towards the bedroom, leaving behind a trail of jackets and shoes, hands barely leaving each other.
He slowly pulls her shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers ghost along her spine and she's on fire. She loops her finger through his belt loops, drawing him even closer. She slides her hands under his shirt, running her hands up his back and pulls him down to her, lips melding together as they fall back on the bed. He straddles her and pulls his shirt off, throwing it across the room and leaning back down to kiss the length of her collarbone. Éponine arches into him, dragging her nails down his back. There's a fire in his eyes that she's seen before, that absolute passion and total focus. He trails kisses down her chest, her stomach before stopping at the top of her jeans. He stops and glances up, smirking.
Several hours later, the sun is just beginning to rise. Éponine is wrapped up in the sheets, tucked against Enjolras. She draws lazy circles on his arm and smiles to herself. No one can say he isn't passionate, that's for sure she thinks. She kisses his shoulder and slowly climbs out of bed, careful not to wake him. She grabs his shirt off the ground and glances out the window. The rain had finally stopped, probably after they had fallen asleep. Slipping on his shirt, she tiptoes out of the room. She follows the trail of shoes and jackets to her purse and grabs her camera, sneaking back into the room. The remnants of rain remained on the window, a perfect memory of last night and she snaps the picture. "I hope you plan on coming back to bed," Enjolras mumbles, looking at her with half open eyes and a smile playing on his lips. "Definitely," she smirks, setting the camera down and crawling back into bed.