Warning: smut ahead.

And seriously, am I posting too fast again? Maybe I should wait more than 24 hours between chapters...


Eponine was nervous as hell. She had never planned sex with someone before, and she seriously doubted that Enjolras had, either. This was probably going to be the most awkward, ridiculous night of their lives.

Around six o'clock, Eponine heard Cosette calling her name from the kitchen. Eponine had been holed up in her room all day waiting for Cosette to leave so she could run to the store and get some wine. She thought if she could maybe get Enjolras a little bit tipsy things might turn out better, and the only white wine in the house wouldn't do for someone that preferred red like Enjolras.

She tentatively opened her bedroom door and stuck her head into the hallway. "Yeah?"

"Can you come out here for a second?"

"Uh, sure..." Eponine steeled herself and took a deep breath. She didn't want to give away that anything unusual was happening and Cosette had an uncanny and alarming way of reading her. Though they were as different as night and day, Cosette understood her. Now that Eponine was past her feelings for Cosette's boyfriend, the two were close, or at least as close as Eponine allowed herself to be to another human being that wasn't one of her siblings.

She made her way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, nonchalantly grabbing a magazine. "What do you need, Cosette?"

"I just wondered which pair of shoes you like better – the black heels or the tan wedges?" Cosette was wearing one of each shoe.

"Uh, I don't know? They're both nice."

"Which would you wear?"

"The wedges are probably more comfortable..."

"Yeah, you're right. I should wear the heels then. They're fancier."

Eponine raised her eyebrows. "Glad I could help," she said sarcastically.

Cosette laughed and shrugged. "He's taking me to Commander's Palace. You have to dress fancy or they don't even let you in."

"I've never been there."

"Honestly, it's nothing special, but Marius seemed really excited that he thought of it," Cosette said fondly. "He means well. I'll find a way to slip it into our conversation eventually that it's not my favorite place in the world."

"And he probably won't even be offended by it," Eponine mused. Cosette had a natural way about her – she could charm even the hardest heart, and it was absolutely impossible to be mean to her. She was just too damn genuinely nice. Eponine always noticed that even Enjolras was more subdued and soft-spoken around Cosette and she never seemed to annoy him like most other females, including herself.

"What are your plans for tonight? Going out?"

"No. Enjolras is coming over, actually. I need his help on an essay for my poli-sci class."

"On a Friday night? You never do work on Friday nights!"

"Oh, but he does. And apparently this is the only night he's willing to give up for me," Eponine explained.

She had thought of this whole story earlier and texted Enjolras to tell everyone that asked this same thing, as well. There was no point about in lying about actually being together, she figured; it would be way less complicated to just admit they were hanging out or working on assignments. What they were actually doingwhen they were together was what needed to be concealed.

Cosette frowned. "You should try and get him to go out sometime, maybe go to Frenchman Street with you. He always enjoys himself when he actually loosens up a little bit. And I know he likes jazz."

"Me, get him to socialize like a normal person? Right, like he listens to me. It would just turn into an argument."

Cosette smiled and cocked her head, studying Eponine. "You two do argue a lot, but I think it's just because you intimidate him a little bit."

Eponine blinked owlishly, thinking Cosette was out of her mind. "Seriously? That could not be farther from the truth. No one intimidates him. I certainly don't, he hates..." She stopped. She knew that wasn't true. He didn't hate her; he had been perfectly clear about that several times in the last few weeks and the way he selflessly helped her get her scholarship money proved it. "Okay, he doesn't hate me. But I really get on his nerves."

"If you say so, Eponine." Cosette grabbed her purse and walked to the front door. "I'll be back tomorrow at some point. Or maybe even not until Sunday," she said sheepishly. "Don't work too hard tonight!"

"I won't. Have fun with Marius." She waved as Cosette closed the door and then leaned back against the couch with a groan. Inviting Enjolras over suddenly seemed like a really, really bad idea.


The bottle of wine in Enjolras' backpack seemed much heavier than it really was. Part of him felt like an idiot for bringing it, since it seemed an awful lot like some sort of romantic gesture, but if there was one thing Grantaire had taught him in college, it was that when all else failed, turn to alcohol. Enjolras had a feeling he may need it tonight, though he didn't usually indulge, and wine just seemed a better choice than the cheep beer Eponine probably had in her fridge.

He knocked on the door a little too loudly and winced as he waited for Eponine to open it. How were you supposed to go about casually sleeping with a friend for the first time, anyway? Was he supposed to act nice and romantic or would they just...do it?

The door opened after only a few seconds and Eponine stood there looking as cool and collected as always, not a trace of nervousness anywhere about her. It figured. She was never unsettled, no matter what Enjolras did to try and get under her skin. She smiled and opened the door wider to allow him to step in. "Hey. I didn't know if you'd eaten or not, so I made some pasta. Hope you like Alfredo sauce."

"Oh. That's...good. Yeah." Enjolras unzipped his backpack and grabbed the wine. "I brought some wine. I don't really know the protocol for this kind of thing, so..."

Eponine looked at it for a second and then laughed, gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen. She pointed to the counter. "You can put it next to the identical bottle I bought earlier then."

Enjolras felt himself relax a bit as he put the bottle of red down. Maybe that meant she was a little nervous, too? "We might as well have some then. Where are your glasses?"

"Cabinet to the right of the sink." Eponine finished plating the pasta and carried it to the table, watching him intently as he poured the wine. He sat down across from her and took a sip, finally meeting her eyes.

"I think this is only the third time I've seen you drink since we met. I must absolutely scare the shit out of you."

Enjolras narrowed his eyes, embarrassed at being so clearly called out and the fact that she was basically right. "You don't scare me."

"Liar."

"Am not." Quite a comeback, dumbass.

"Mmhmm, sure." Eponine took a few bites of pasta and Enjolras did the same, a not totally uncomfortable silence falling over them. Finally, she said sincerely, "We don't have to do this, you know. If you've come to think it might be a bad idea, I completely understand and I won't hold it against you. We don't have to talk about it ever again."

He knew she meant it. This was just a blip on her radar, something she could easily sweep under the rug and not think about ever again. The rational, adult side of his brain knew he probably should call this off now before things went any further – leave right now and put her out of his mind. The side that had never done anything remotely exciting when it came to women or sex, however, disagreed. This was his last semester of undergrad, his classes were surprisingly easy for the first time in four years, and his college experience, while extremely gratifying, was not necessarily that exciting. Now was the time he should take to explore. And in six months, give or take, he would move on to a new city and the start of law school. She was giving him a perfect opportunity to let loose a little bit, and damn it if he wasn't going to take it.

And, if he was perfectly honest, he was incredibly attracted to Eponine, at least physically. He had no interest in dating her or being a boyfriend – just the thought disgusted him – but sex? Sex with no ties and no real feelings, with a girl as disinterested as him in the thought of a relationship? Sex with a girl who wasn't offended by his somewhat cold and distant personality and accepted his propensity for being alone? Sex with a girl who hadn't once, in the year he had known her, tried to change him? He would be an idiot to pass that up.

"No, I want to," he said firmly.

"Okay then." She nudged his foot under the table. "Don't be weird with me, though. This doesn't change anything. It's just sex. And, judging only by the limited experience we have together in a closet, it might be really, really good sex."

"I believe you promised 'the most mind-blowing sex of my life,' if I remember correctly," Enjolras teased, feeling himself loosen up. She was acting so normal, just like she always did.

Eponine smirked. "I don't think it will take much to make this the most mind-blowing sex of your life, Enj."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're not exactly Don Juan."

"No, but...I mean, I've done it before." He felt a bit offended that she obviously thought so little of him.

"Good. Then I'll teach you to do it better."

He rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh, please teach me everything you know, Enlightened One. And how much experience do you have? I'm not judging," he quickly added. "I'm just curious."

"Probably too much," Eponine admitted honestly. "I started way too young. I'm lucky nothing serious happened to me, truthfully. But I don't just casually sleep around now. It's been a while, to be honest, which is probably why you started to look really good."

Enjolras scoffed. "Right. Thanks."

Eponine finished her wine and reached over to pluck his glass from his hand, finishing his off, too. She then slid off her chair and walked around the table to stand in front of him, leaning down to casually brush her lips against his and tangle her fist in his hair. The mood of the room changed decisively as Enjolras felt sparks fly between them. Whatever they were or would be after tonight, there was no doubt they had chemistry.

Eponine took his hand and gently tugged him to his feet, keeping a gentle hold on his arm as he followed her to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and leaned against it, reaching up to wrap her arms around Enjolras' neck. He leaned down and kissed her, letting his hands travel under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her sides and back.

He soon felt Eponine's fingers unbuttoning his shirt and he pulled away to shrug it off his shoulders and then help her pull her own shirt over her head. She wasted no more time and quickly unbuttoned his pants, too. Enjolras could feel his skin turning red, a reaction he wished he had more control of, but it was dark enough to not be too noticeable. He jumped when Eponine immediately pulled down his boxers, as well.

"Jesus, Eponine, it's not a race..."

"Look, I've been thinking about this since that fucking closet. I'm not playing games, Enjolras."

"Clearly," he mumbled, and swallowed heavily when he felt her hands wrap around his growing erection, expertly pulling and stroking him. She definitely knew what she was doing, and he sucked in a breath as she moved her lips to his chest, licking and nipping at his skin. Enjolras led Eponine to the bed and pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling up next to her. He tried to fake like he knew exactly what he was doing and tentatively moved a hand to her breast, cupping her through her bra.

She must have sensed his hesitation.

"You're thinking too much," Eponine mumbled, kissing his jaw. "Stop thinking and just do what you want to do."

"I don't know how to not think."

Eponine smirked. "Well, we'll have to work on that." She kissed his jaw again, then moved her lips to his collarbone. Then her hands were on his cock again and Enjolras groaned, burying his face in her neck. He rocked his hips against her and nipped at her neck as she squeezed him. She tasted so good.

Eponine soon pushed his weight off her just enough to slip her bra off and Enjolras let out a breath as he finally got a look at her breasts. Her cleavage was always distracting him, her damn low-cut tops and push-up bras acting like some sort of torture device whenever she sat near him in the Musain. It took everything he had not to stare at her like a hormonal teenage boy all those times, and it was satisfying finally being able to see all of her with no shame involved. Enjolras reached up and cupped her breasts, lowering his mouth to her right nipple. He swirled his tongue and bit gently and was satisfied to feel her nipples hardening into peaks at his touch. She sighed and tugged on his hair, and Enjolras moved his mouth to her stomach, placing gentle, teasing kisses all over her skin while his hands continued to massage her breasts. His touch was more sure now as his confidence grew. It was obvious he was having an effect on her and it made him feel a bit more powerful.

Eponine reached down and slid her panties off, grabbing his hand and placing it between her thighs. "Touch me," she said quietly, and Enjolras felt another quick moment of panic. He wasn't quite sure what to do down there, and his hesitation must have shown.

Eponine kissed him slowly and put her hand over his, guiding him with her own fingers and showing him where and how to please her. Her head was soon thrown back against the pillows as her hips writhed against him, and Enjolras watched her in amazement. He was throbbing with need by this point and leaned forward, pressing his erection against her and kissing her chest.

Eponine reached over and fumbled for a minute with something on the nightstand, then pushed Enjolras to his knees. She ripped open a condom and began sliding it onto his length, biting her lip when her eyes met his.

When she laid back down on the bed, Enjolras carefully climbed on top of her, kissing her ardently. She wrapped her fingers around his length and carefully guided him inside of her, letting out a sigh as he entered her completely. He had never felt anything so good, and Enjolras was a little afraid he wouldn't be able to last very long, considering how long it had been since he'd done this. They began to move together seamlessly, and Eponine soon wrapped her legs around his back, locking her ankles together. She then grabbed a pillow and raised her hips long enough to slip it underneath her back, allowing Enjolras to push deeper inside of her.

"Go faster," Eponine commanded breathlessly, and Enjolras complied with a low moan. Eponine pressed her lips against his, their tongues tangling together. After a few minutes, he felt Eponine begin to shudder beneath him and her hands gripped his shoulders as she climaxed.

She cursed in typical Eponine fashion and Enjolras grinned, leaning down to bite her neck. "Language, Eponine," he teased and nipped at her again as she playfully slapped his ass.

"Shut up, asshole. And go harder." Her legs gripped him tighter and Enjolras didn't speak again, closing his eyes and pushing into her as hard as he could. In only a few more thrusts, he came, Eponine's name on his lips.

She smiled and reached up to brush his hair back when his movement finally stopped. "Good?" she asked quietly.

Enjolras nodded and slowly pulled out of her, carefully removing the now full condom and putting it in the trash next to the bed. "Good..."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, surprised to feel Eponine's hands tracing a gentle pattern on his chest and stomach. He soon rolled over and faced her. She was already on her side facing him. He pulled the blanket up to cover them and said a little awkwardly, "So...I don't plan on staying or anything..."

Eponine smirked. "Of course not. Rule number one of our casual sex is no sleeping over. Unless there's an adequate excuse that no one will question."

"Right. No sleepovers, I can agree to that." He was quiet for a minute, then asked uncertainly (and a little embarrassed to even need to), "So, was that...okay? For you?"

Eponine's eyes sparkled as she laughed. "Yes, Enj. I came, didn't I? So you did something right."

He blushed and shrugged. "Just checking."

"You were good, Enj. Trust me." She leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his lips, then slipped out of bed and grabbed a fuzzy robe, slipping it on. It seemed she was serious about the no sleeping over rule. "You can get dressed and clean up a little so no one suspects anything when you get home. I'll be in the kitchen."

"Okay." Enjolras watched her as she left the bedroom, then turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. This was...interesting. It was good. Definitely the best sex he'd ever had, though that wasn't saying much. But he also kind of sensed that maybe she had held back a little bit, and it left him curious and wanting more. Maybe he had been too unsure or nervous. He glanced over at the nightstand and saw the box of condoms still laying there. He pulled one out and stood, leaving his clothes laying on the floor of Eponine's bedroom.

Enjolras took a deep breath and threw his shoulders back, stepping confidently into the darkened living room. He followed the light spilling into the hallway from the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, watching Eponine as she stood at the sink washing the dishes from earlier. Her hair fell down her back in thick waves and she hummed quietly as she worked.

Enjolras quickly crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pushing her hair aside and kissing the back of her neck.

She gasped and froze for a second, then quickly relaxed at his touch. "You scared me..."

"Sorry," he mumbled, and quickly reached into her robe, caressing her stomach and thighs with steady, confident hands. She leaned back against him, pressing her hips into his and leaning her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.

"I think I like it when you take charge," she admitted. "It's kind of hot."

Enjolras grinned against her throat and sucked at her ear. Good. He was right. This was better, once he stopped being so self-conscious. He slipped his hand further down her body between her legs and began to touch and stroke Eponine just like she had shown him earlier. He was a quick study, and she was soon moaning, her body twisting and turning under his hands.

"Oh my God, you...you learn fast."

Eponine pushed him back and turned in his arms, shrugging her robe off her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her flush against him in a heated kiss. His erection pressed against her stomach and he couldn't help rubbing against her. This time was different. His hands were rough, moving over her body quickly and leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. She was louder, too, hissing and gasping as he sucked and licked at her skin. Part of Enjolras was surprised that she submitted to him so easily – he had thought she might fight him a little more in the bedroom, just like she did in everything else, but in a way, he was glad she didn't. He liked this feeling, one he was completely unfamiliar with, of a soft and supple woman pressed against him. It was primal and heady.

Enjolras pushed Eponine roughly against the counter, reaching down to position himself to enter her after he rolled the condom on. He pushed into her quickly as Eponine braced herself with one arm on the countertop and the other around his shoulders. She curled one leg around his hips and met him thrust for thrust, gasping each time their bodies connected.

Enjolras gently grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. He wanted to look at her, to see how she felt, and was gratified to see her cheeks turn a deep scarlet as she looked boldly back at him.

They came close together this time as Eponine cried out loudly. Enjolras pulled her closer and thrust into her a final time as he came. He liked the way she felt against him, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, her breasts flushed as red as her face. He leaned down and kissed each one gently, then kissed his way back up to her lips. They were both sweating this time, and Eponine was looking at him with something akin to wonder in her eyes.

He knew he had surprised her and felt extremely satisfied with himself.

"Shower?" she asked quietly. He met her eyes and laughed at the playful gleam in them, then kissed her again.

"Please."


Hope that satisfied everyone...these two are too freaking fun to write.

I have plans for this story and a nice outline ready; however, I am known to throw things in that readers might want to see, such as particular scenes, arguments over something specific, a character trait you love showing through, or even an actual even that effects the plot (if it makes sense and inspires me.) So please, if you have ANYTHING you'd like to read, please let me know. (Even E/e sex scenarios, cause seriously, guys...smut is difficult.)

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