I lay back in the bed a few minutes letting the mind numbing sensation that the climax left go down. I feel Enjolras watching the rise and fall of my breasts.
"I thought you didn't want to have sex." He tried to joke. I didn't appreciate the comment, it felt like he was judging me. Why couldn't he just let the moment be.
"That wasn't sex. That was masturbation." I say rolling over on my stomach so he couldn't see my breasts any longer. I see his face drop. He turns from his side facing me, to lie on his back. I turn my head towards him and watch the pink color on his chest slowly begin to fade away. I remove an eyelash from his cheek, I bring it to my face and blow it. I don't make a wish, I'm too lazy to think of anything. Enjolras watches me again when I sit up in the bed. I turn towards him and run my knuckles over his face to wipe off the sweat. He looks up at me confused. It's best that he doesn't know where he stands, I have the control in our interactions this way.
I run my fingers down his strong nose, his defined cheekbones. I brush his eyebrows upwards with my thumbs. He sits up and catches my mouth. He moves against my lips harder when he doesn't feel me respond. I pull away first.
"You taste like pussy." I offer. I didn't actually mind the smell, it turned me on that all he could smell and taste was me.
"You smell like pot." He says thinking it'll make me upset. I laugh in response.
"I also probably smell like your cum. It's drying hard on my hand. You got some on my ass too." I see him noticeably swallow his spit. He also liked the idea of his fluids on me.
I look over at the clock. 6:03 A.M. Shit. I get off the bed and gather my clothes worrying someone might catch us.
"What's wrong?" Enjolras asks getting up to put on his underwear.
"I should leave before anyone sees me coming out of your room."
"Why? Afraid Marius would see?"
"No? Why would I be afraid if Marius saw?" I say grabbing my leotard from under the bed.
"Because you guys are dating." He said with an unsure look on his face.
"No. Well not anymore. We did for a few.."
"Stop. I don't need to hear anymore." He said scrunching up his face.
"Well I'm just thinking about the sorority girls. Don't want to get a reputation y'know. That I'm straight now and have started fucking men with a future. They nearly scratched my eyes out for dating Marius. They'd probably cut me up for having you too. Have you seen my underwear?" Enjolras shakes his head.
"Wait. You fucked me thinking I was going out with Marius? Where's your loyalty?" I laugh out a bit too hard. He looks down at the mess on his comforter when I say this. I finish putting on my clothes. I wait for him to respond. He doesn't.
"Whatever. Not fucking right? Do you mind throwing away my tights. They have a bunch of holes now. My underwear too if you find them." Enjolras just lays back down, looking a bit defeated. I don't really know why. I feel guilty for some reason. I go over to him and run my fingers through his hair. It makes him soften his face.
"You're not going to say anything right?" I whisper in his ear.
"You're fucking serious? You're so embarrassed to sleep…" I cut him off by locking lips with his and without missing a beat, he fully reciprocates. God he was so childish. It was just a handjob. I pull away when his body had relaxed from the angry outburst. I pat his cheek and make my way to his door quietly shutting it behind me. I grab my car keys from the living room and leave the house. I look at the trashed front yard as I pull my car out the driveway. That will be fun to clean up.
I get home and undress from my clothes that smell like sex. I step in the shower and let the hot water run over my ass to clean away the dried cum. I don't feel dirty, in fact for the first time in weeks I feel refreshed. I get out of the shower and shoot Neelia and Cosette a text telling them I got home fine. I then collapse naked on by bed. I was so hungover and my arms were so tired from Enjolras that all I wanted to do was to sleep for 48 hours, or maybe just die if I couldn't sleep through this hangover.
In what felt like ten minutes after I fell asleep I get a call from Marius. I look at the time, it's already 2:00 P.M.
"Marius?" I answer. I wipe the drool from my jaw.
"No. Grantaire actually. Marius wouldn't give me your number so I took his phone."
"What do you need?" I'm kind of happy Marius protects my privacy for me but I make a mental note to give Grantaire my number.
"Since our kitchen is trashed we were thinking we'd all go to Waffle House to get our hangover cures. Do you want to come along, we'll pick you up on our way.
"Oh, thanks but I don't think I can stand to get out of the house. I'll just suffer by myself."
"I have a better idea then. Why don't we all go over to your house for breakfast. We'll bring the groceries, just give us your kitchen."
"I haven't showered or anything. To be honest I just woke up when you called me."
"Come on 'ponine, it's free food."
"Ok. Ok. Come over. Why not?" I say defeatedly.
"Great! Because we're fifteen minutes away."
"Sneaky fucker." I snicker.
"Language Eponine!" Grantaire says in mock horror. I hang up the phone and rush to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I head back to my room and throw on a t shirt and bicycle shorts. I run to the kitchen and clean the dishes so that there'll be enough plates for everyone. I get a knock on my door right as I finish rinsing off the last one. I open the door and find all the guys come piling in. Cosette and Enjolras, to my surprise, was part of that pile. I smile at Cosette, both of us knowing that the only reason she was here was because she spent the night with Marius. I didn't look at Enjolras. I didn't want to raise suspicion but in doing so I forgot how we acted around each other before. I decide that we never really talked before so I can just make it up along the way.
"Thank you for having us in your home." Said Courfeyrac sweetly.
"I didn't have much of a choice did I?" I laugh.
"Grantaire said you invited us." Courfeyrac says looking over at the guilty party.
"She did end up inviting us, didn't she?" Grantaire claims innocently.
"It's only fair, right? You guys have a rager at your house, you come over for breakfast. It works out." The guys head towards the kitchen and start getting to work to make breakfast.
"How about some music Eponine?" Suggests Feuilly. I don't really know what everyone wants so I decide to play some relaxing Toro Y Moi.
"Your place looks so empty now." said Courfeyrac making his way to the couch.
"Yeah it does look a bigger without…" I cut myself off thinking about Cosette and how the guys are kind of ball busters.
"Hopefully it won't stay like that for long. I'm looking for a roommate right now." I continue.
"Any luck?" Courfeyrac asks picking up my phone to change the station.
"No. Not really. I was thinking of asking this guy Gabe from work." At this Marius interrupts.
"Don't do that Ep. You know he's been trying to get with you since you started working there." Marius says in a very fatherly way, if it was possible with ex boyfriend best friends. My eyes drift over to Enjolras, no reaction.
"Yeah but Gabe tries to get with everyone, he even tried with Neelia. Plus I need the rent money." I say shifting in my seat.
"How soon are you looking for a roommate?" Cosette asks looking at me wide eyed.
"Umm...if someone were to come knocking at my door right now, I'd kick all of you out to let them move in." I say half joking.
"What if I were to move in?"
"Don't you live with your dad?"
"I do but the house is so far out of the way, I've been thinking of moving closer to campus. I kind of need to get away too. He's been stressing me out. He's more worried about my classes than I am." She laughs.
"Well if you find the room big enough and my mess manageable, Welcome." I say pinching her cheeks.
"Whatever Poni, this place looks like the set of Monk." She had a point. I tried to live a very minimal lifestyle. A little way to distance myself from the clutter I grew up with. I distract myself with something else before my mind tries to make me relive my memories. I get up from my stool and walk towards Courfeyrac who was still messing with my phone.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask looking at my phone over Courfeyrac's shoulder.
"Paranoid much? I'm trying to find something a little more...non existential to listen to."
"What? This is good!" I say trying not to be offended by his comment. The music did make you feel kind of sorrowful but only if you're the type of person to wallow in it did it become a problem.
"I'm sure it sounds good to you." He says in a condescending way.
"Leave it. It's relaxing, you don't have to think about it. Good for hungover Sunday afternoons." Enjolras commanded while looking through my art books on the shelf. At least he got why I liked it.
"Well if the chief likes it, I can't argue much." Said Courfeyrac putting down my phone to go help Grantaire in the kitchen.
"Don't call me that."
I laid down on the couch still feeling weak and hungover. I feel like my bones are made of pumice. I close my eyes and try to block my nose from smelling the frying bacon. I hated the smell of pork. I feel my throat tighten as I try to block the bile from coming up. Something moves in front of me and blocks the sunlight coming through the windows. I know who it is before I open my eyes because of their scent.
"Can you show me where the restroom is?" He says with sharp, serious eyes.
"There's one in my room…" I say turning my back towards him
"No. Can you show me where the restroom is?" He gestures to my room.
I slowly peel myself off the couch and lead him towards my room. Stopping in front of my bed.
"The bathroom." I dramatically make a gesture to the porcelain room. He pulls my hand into the restroom and closes the door shut behind us.
"The guys might know about this morning." He says in a low voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I smile at him.
"Cute." He says slightly annoyed.
"I thought I'd give you a heads up since you cared about keeping it a secret so much." His voice sounded harsh.
"Why do you think they know?"
"Some of the guys saw me washing my sheets earlier. They made a joke about it."
"Oh that's nothing. You could have slept with anybody." I say as I adjust my bra. It started to feel a little tight. I look up and see Enjolras eyeing my tits. I think about how he said it was hard for him to look at me. He really shouldn't be so honest with me. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out my tights and panties.
"I didn't want to risk them finding it in the trash." He said not looking me in the eye. I knew it was a lie. I could smell the detergent on the little garments. He even folded them neatly for me. He planned on giving them back all along.
"You didn't want to keep them? Maybe as a memento." I say unfolding the panties and studying them.
"Well these are one of my favorite pairs anyways. Lots of coverage." I say answering my own question. I look at Enjolras and he steps forward towards me. I look at him challengingly. He plays with the ends of my hair like he had before, he smooths down my dark hair and runs his hand over my back letting his hand stop where my hair stops, at my hip. I study his face. He hadn't shaved yet, little brown hair had begun growing along his jaw and chin. I look at his thick eyelashes and wish I would have kissed them that morning when we were together, that was my time to be intimate, I don't want to send him mixed signals. I await his next move. I look into his eyes and see his eyes looking questioningly back into mine trying to figure out my blank stare. He slowly bends down and sucks on my earlobe. I love hearing his heavy breath in my ear, having his warmth near my neck, his clean woody scent overtaking the smell of bleach and windex in the bathroom.
He moves his lips down to meet mine while lifting me up to sit me down on the countertop of the sink. He didn't have to lean down as much. He pushed his pelvis against my inner thigh slowly shifting towards my center, one of his hands on my hip, the other one curved around my cheek pushing my head towards him. His lips moved against mine, perfectly sealing my lips under his, not letting a breath escape. His minty tongue darted around my tongue, just barely making contact. My mouth wasn't as clean as his. I still had morning breath. My morning had been full of surprises and brushing my teeth was not on my list of priorities. The bristles of his early formed beard tickled my cheeks. I'm sitting on my hands to keep me from being tempted to touch him. I'm letting him get out whatever he needs to. I wasn't responding to anything. Well I wasn't until I felt his hand snaking up my ribs under my shirt. At this I squeeze my legs around his hips letting his groin press hard into me. I feel his breathing become harder as he plays with the fabric of my bra. My breasts get hard feeling his warmth so close by.
I feel the gentle thud of footsteps approaching my room. I shove Enjolras off of me letting our lips make a light pop as they part. I slide off the counter, ignoring Enjolras's confusion of the situation, I ask him to hold my hair as I kneel in front of the toilet. I shove my fingers down my throat and roughly try to invoke my gag reflex. I start gagging right as the footsteps stop in front of the bathroom door. They knock on the door and open it. It's Joly and he walks in as my vomit spills out into the porcelain bowl. He looks up at Enjolras, sees him holding my hair, he shudders, turns around and closes the door. From the other side of the door he asks
"Do you need anything? Ginger ale?"
"No.I'm fine, just give me a minute." I say followed by some choking sounds to make him go away. When I hear his footsteps reach the kitchen, I get off my knees, flush the toilet and get to brushing my teeth. While brushing my teeth I turn to Enjolras and catch him watching me intently.
"Want to kiss me now." I tease tasting the horrible traces of vomit in my mouth. I use my sleeve to wipe off my spit from his lips. There is very minimal swelling on his lips, thankfully. I turn around and rinse out my mouth. I study my face in the mirror and see my lips look red and fat. My lips were still numb from his vacuum makeout. I brush my teeth a couple of times, decide to put on some brown lipstick to conceal the bruising red color and to distract from the puffiness of my lips.
I walk out of the bathroom first, put my stockings and underwear in a drawer, and take a seat next to Cosette in the kitchen.
"How are you feeling?" She rubs my back. I assume Joly told everyone I threw up.
"A lot better now that it's out of my system." I say honestly. My body felt a lot more stable, the only downside was that my throat was sore from me being so rough with it and from the bile. The pork smell didn't bother me anymore. Enjolras quietly comes into the kitchen and stands in a corner.
"Isn't he just an angel." Grantaire says clapping his hand on Enjolras's shoulder.
"Bosuett give your seat to Enjolras." Grantaire spit out.
"Why should I?" He argued.
"Did you hold Eponine's hair as she threw up?" Bosuett reluctantly got off the chair and let Enjolras sit. Bosuett's chair just happened to be across from mine.
"Thanks." I mutter to Enjolras without looking up. I remember I once told Grantaire I'd make him an omelette. I head to the stove and use up the rest of the eggs. Good thing the guys brought the 36 pack of eggs. While in the kitchen Grantaire shares with me the mimosa he had made for himself. It was enough for everyone but nobody was up for alcohol.
After another twenty minutes all the food was ready to eat. Everyone shoveled greasy carbohydrates into their mouths. I picked around the bacon on my plate and quietly let the texture of the grits envelop my mouth.
"Who was it Eponine?" Asked Grantaire.
"Who what?" I was not paying attention to what they were saying.
"Who was in Enjolras's room last night? Didn't you fall asleep on the couch? You must've seen them." My brain had a mini panic attack. I think they're onto me.
"I don't know. I left kind of early this morning. Didn't see anyone." I muster my most uninterested voice that I can manage. It wasn't a lie either. I did leave early. I peek at Enjolras and see him biting on his cheeks. He didn't look mad just….frustrated maybe?
"I told you no one stayed over." Enjolras says firmly.
"No one stayed over my ass. We could hear you practically yelling from the second floor. 'Ah, ah, of fuuuck.'" At this Cosette and I laugh at Grantaire's very convincing performance. I knew Enjolras was being loud.
"And she was all 'mmm, ooo, oh oh uuugggghhhh'" Grantaire said trying to continue the joke.
"A lot of grunting, no words." Combeferre adds. I see Enjolras try to conceal a smile while he takes a drink of his orange juice. He's real proud of himself.
"Look at these hickies." Grantaire says pushing back Enjolras's hair to better expose the area. I look down at my omelette and run my tongue over my teeth remembering what it felt like to have the soft skin between my teeth. I guess I might have sucked a bit too hard.
"I bet it was Anabelle. She was following you around all night. She practically shoved a condom down your pants." Said Jehan.
"Or Whitney. She was asking me about you for fifteen minutes." Courfeyrac follows.
"That's creepy. Which one is she again?" Enjolras answers.
"She's the cute little blonde from the Delta house."
"Must be nice to lose track of which girls chase you around." Grantaire jokes. The guys then proceed to start shouting random names, Samantha, Cindy, the other Cyndie, Jade. I look up at Enjolras and give him a mock surprise look. He glares back at me while biting his lip.
"Caroline!" Exclaims Jehan.
"She disappeared while everyone was singing karaoke. Coincidentally Enjolras was nowhere to be found either."
"Great attention to detail." Grantaire says patting Jehan's back.
"It's not Caroline." Enjolras says seriously.
"You denying it makes me think that it is her even more."Grantaire says playfully. Enjolras gives him a tight look.
"You guys run together every morning. You finally closed the deal." I'm kind of grossed out by how they are talking about these girls, who hadn't even done anything with Enjolras. I'll be dead before they ever get the satisfaction of finding out who slept with Enjolras.
"That's not by choice. Look it really doesn't matter. It's done." Enjolras says very matter of fact. I'm happy that even though he seems upset to be so secretive that he's respecting what I want.
"Of course it matters. You never do anything with girls at home. This one must have been on some other level." Jehan pushes. I kind of feel bad for putting Enjolras in this situation. I didn't really give him a chance to say no to me. I just walked in his room and did what I wanted without so much as a discussion. I didn't know he had some kind of rule.
"Let's just be happy that I got laid and that others got laid thanks to our party." Enjolras puts his glass up in a toast. I think about Neelia and look over at Cossette and realize that we all had a very fun night.
"Cheers" everybody clinks their glasses. A good three minutes of silence passes. The only sound is of forks hitting plates and the music which I notice somebody changed.
"All in all we had fun right?" I say breaking the silence and trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, you and Neelia were the funnest people at the party." Grantaire nods to me.
"I'm so happy that you thought that too." I jokingly say.
"Marius you're kind of a bad dancer." Combeferre nudges him.
"I'm not bad. It's just hard coming up with a dance on the spot." Marius tries to defend himself.
"Neelia was something else though.." Combeferre says letting little pieces of egg fly out his mouth.
"Yeah. She almost tried to become professional. It's just a hobby for her now." I say wondering if she opened the bar today.
"You're pretty good yourself, Eponine." Grantaire says taking a swig of my mimosa.
"Get your own." I take back my glass.
"Don't you think so?" Grantaire says.
"I guess I'm ok." I respond.
"Ok? Enjolras what do you think? She good?" I look up at Enjolras keeping my composure, but really I am screaming on the inside. It doesn't matter it was just a dance, I think to myself.
"Why would Enjolras know?" asked Feuilly.
"Because they danced together." Marius says with a mouthful of waffle. I mentally pull his hair for unknowingly playing Grantaire's little game.
"Really? Does Enjolras even know how to dance? I mean stuff other than what you learn at cotillion." Feuilly jabs. I softly scoff. I hate that I know he comes from a privileged, refined background without actually knowing anything about him. It's just something that you can pick up from how he carries himself. There's a smugness about him even when there is nothing to be smug about.
"How does Eponine dance?" Grantaire asks Enjolras again.
"She's very fun to dance with." Combeferre interjects. I breathe an internal sigh of relief remembering he danced with Neelia and I. I danced just as close to him as I did with Enjolras. Grantaire's little game didn't work this time.
"Really? I thought she was kind of stiff." Enjolras states. It sounded kind of playful?
"I take offense to that." I say giving him my signature what the fuck? look. The only thing that was stiff was your prick against my ass.
"Don't listen to him Ep. I think you're a good dancer. Right Cossette?" Marius says innocently. I flash him and Cossette my most toothy smile. And turn to Enjolras whose face had dropped to a scowl.
"3 out of 4 think I'm a good dancer. The numbers don't lie." I say finishing my grits, ignoring Enjolras's not very well concealed intense stare.
After we finished our late breakfast, everyone wanted to watch a movie.
"Since we're in Eponine's house, she gets to choose the movie." States Combeferre.
"I really don't think you want that. Ask Marius" I say.
"What was that movie you guys were watching a couple of weeks ago?" He asks Cosette.
"Wetlands. It was good. It's more of an acquired taste though." Cossette says as nicely as she can.
"Is that the movie where the girl dates her nurse?" Feuilly asks.
"Yeah! You've seen it? What did you think?" I say a little too excited.
"No. I didn't see it. Enjolras saw it a couple of months ago. I didn't see all of it. It was confusing. Like some parts were kind of hot and then it got like really gross." Feuilly says confirming why I loved the movie in the first place. It fucked with the male gaze.
"Well I have Netflix. Just choose whatever." I say handing them the control. I sit back on the couch and watch them choose some Vince Vaughn movie. I really hate his movies. I choose to fall asleep instead of watching the movie any longer. I wake up in my bed with Cossette softly stroking my hair till I'm awake.
"Hey we're all heading out. We cleaned up the kitchen. Just make sure you lock the door." Cossette whispered.
"Just lock the bottom knob." I say to Cosette.
"Thank you Cossette. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Go back to sleep Poni."