Éponine grimaced at the light flooding in through her window when she woke up the next morning. With a soft groan she rolled over to escape the light only to roll into another person that was asleep in her bed. Her eyes shot up and she was greeted by the sight of Enjolras sleeping peacefully next to her, his lips parted and his breathing steady. It was probably the most relaxed she had seen him. She relaxed against her pillow as she looked over his features, her eyes closing in slight frustration when she started to remember everything that had happened the night before.
"Oh god," she groaned rolling away from the blonde in her bed, trying not to remember what almost happened last night and why it didn't. She sat up carefully and rubbed her eyes, looking back at the sleeping man once more before standing up and quietly making her way from the room. She let out a big yawn as she walked down the hallway and into the kitchen where she immediately froze at what she saw.
"Cosette?," she questioned and the blonde turned to give her a smile along with Marius.
Combeferre looked up from a book he was reading and offered her a warm smile, "Good morning, Éponine."
"Morning," she replied and he returned his attention to the book in his hands.
"Morning 'Ponine," Marius said with a smile, "Cosette came back to see if she could borrow some coffee and we just got to talking."
The brunette nodded and walked over the coffee pot, "Some consider it rude to invite people into another's home."
"I'm sorry," he offered with side eyes causing her to give him a teasing smile.
"I'm just," she chuckled and poured herself a cup of coffee, "Relax."
There was a soft groan from the floor and they all looked over to see Courfeyrac rising and sitting up to leaning back on his elbows, both his date and Jehan curled up against him.
"Morning all," he said sleepily and looked around the room, "Did Enjolras leave already?"
"I believe he stayed in Éponine's room last night," Combeferre answered before the brunette had a chance.
She shut her eyes and let out a sigh before turning and seeing three pairs of eyes on her, "Nothing happened."
A snort and chuckle came from the most passed out Grantaire who was propped up against the wall.
"She's not lying," came a voice from the hallway. Enjolras walked into view and ran a hand through his hair. He had his jacket in his hand and his shoes were back on, "I passed out when I was putting her in bed."
Another snort came from Grantaire but it soon turned into snoring. As soon as things were quiet, a loud alarm started to go off. Courfeyrac groaned and fell back, bringing his pillow up to his face to shield him from the sound. Both Jehan and the girl were startled away and brought their hands to their ears. Marius held his face in his hands and shook his head while Cosette rubbed his shoulder and tried not to seem to amused by the situation. Combeferre casually brought his coffee to his lips, completely unaffected by the sound. Enjolras merely closed his eyes tightly, but otherwise seemed fine, and Éponine let out a sigh and closed her eyes as well. She had experienced worse hangovers. Musichetta jumped up from her place on the couch and nearly fell onto Bossuet as she grabbed her phone.
"Joly!," she shook him while turning off the alarm, "You need to take me home so I can get ready for work." Éponine watched in amusement as the got both her boyfriends to wake up.
"Oh," Marius said looking at the time on his phone and looking over at Cosette, "I should probably get going so I can get cleaned up before lunch."
"What?," Éponine asked pulling her attention away from the three way pairing and to the couple sitting in front of her.
"Marius is taking me out to lunch today," Cosette answered excitedly and Éponine's jaw clenched a little bit and she offered the blonde a smile.
"Oh," she cleared her throat and nodded, "That's cool." She looked over at Enjolras who was sipping on his own cup of coffee and eyeing her with a curious gaze. She wanted to let out another groan, he probably remembered what happened last night. Everyone was shuffling around and getting up. She said goodbye to Joly, Musichetta, and Bossuet as the woman shuffled her two boyfriends from the apartment in a rush. She welcomed a warm hug from Marius before he left and then stood looking over the remainder of her guests. Courfeyrac, his date, and Jehan were all getting ready to leave too, Grantaire was still passed out against the wall, and Enjolras was angrily talking to Combeferre about something in the newspaper.
"Well since I'm sure everyone will be heading out soon, I really need to get a shower," she looked over everyone, "Does anyone mind?"
Her answer came in the form of a shrug from Enjolras and no one else seemed to care too much. Courfeyrac walked over and picked up her hand to press a kiss against the back of it, "Until next time, Éponine."
She giggled and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, "I'll see you soon, Courf." She gave Jehan a hug and watched them leave before looking over the last four people in her apartment and turning to walk back down the hallway and into the bathroom. She was in the shower a little bit longer than she intended to be, but part of her just wanted to stay in there and let everyone leave. After about twenty minutes she turned off the water and stepped out, drying herself off quickly with a towel before pull on her robe. She combed out her hair and smiled hearing nothing but silence in the rest of the apartment.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she heard clinking and shut her eyes mumbling a curse. She walked down the hallway and looked into the living room to see Enjolras picking up the glasses that were strewn all over the room.
"What are you still doing here?," she asked, almost startling him. He took a minute to look over her, and promptly look away when he decided her robe was too short.
"Just helping to clean up," he answered stacking the glasses inside each other and carrying them into the kitchen.
"You don't have to do that," she said following him.
"I suppose I'm just one to finish what I start," he shrugged, "Combeferre, Cosette, and I thought it was be nice of us."
"And they just left you here to finish up," she perked an eyebrow at him as he moved around.
"Combeferre left to go study when Joly called him about some rumors of a pop quiz in one of their classes, and Marius came to pick up Cosette," he finally tuned to look at her, if only to see her reaction to the second part of his answer.
"Oh," she shrugged and crossed her arms looking around the room.
"Are you jealous," he asked and her eyes snapped back to him.
"Excuse me?," she seemed annoyed at his question but he just tilted his head as he looked at her.
"You like him, don't you?," she let out a scoff and he stepped towards her, "You called me his name last night."
She went to say something but stopped. Part of her was angry that he brought that up, "Attractions are feelings, but I guess someone called The Marble Statue wouldn't understand that."
He looked amused at her comeback, "Like I said last night, you're not nearly as good at lying as you think you are."
"I seem to have everyone else fooled," she replied, practically giving up any argument that would come from this.
"Clearly I'm not like everyone else," a smirk played on the edges of his lips and they were now barely half a foot away from each other.
"Clearly," she practically whispered as she looked up at him. She wasn't sure why she did it, maybe it was jealousy or maybe just good old hormones, but as soon as she was pulling him down to her by his shirt she knew there wasn't any going back. His lips were still against hers and only responded briefly before he pushed her away with a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder.
"What are you doing?," he gasped out, still surprised by her actions.
"Kissing you," she answered sarcastically and he just looked at her with a knowing looking. She leaned closer to him, "You said you were the type to finish what you started, didn't you?"
She moved forward to capture his lips once again, this time his lips instantly reacted and he pulled her closer to him. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but moments later they were barreling into her bedroom and he was pinning her against the now closed door. She was quick to undo his shirt and pushed it off his shoulder, letting her hands run down his chest slowly. Once she started fiddling with his belt, his hands slid up her thighs and pulled them up around his waist, keeping a hand on one as he started to kiss down her jaw and then her collarbone. His hand made it's way up the inside of her thigh and he smiled against her skin at the realization that she wasn't wearing anything under the robe. She let out a gasp and tilted her head back as his fingers started to rub and tease her. Her own hand was between their bodies, pulling off his belt and undoing his jeans.
"I swear," he grumbled as he nipped her neck, "If you call me his name..."
She brought one hand to tilt his head so she could meet his eyes, "Enjolras. I want you." Her other hand slithered into his jeans and grabbed hold of him as she finished her statement. His lips were attacking hers and he carried her to lay her on the bed. He crawled up her body, his hand firmly gripping her thighs as he kissed the inside of them. Her breathing deepened as he got closer and closer to her heat, and with a teasing smirk he passed over the spot and kissed at the bottom of her abdomen causing a groan of frustration to escape her lips.
His hands slowly ran up her body and untied the robe, revealing her body to him. His continued kissing up her stomach and then between her breasts, trailing kisses in a neat line up her neck. One hand slid down and started to rub her, causing soft moans to escape her lips.
"Ep," he breathed huskily into her ear and she nodded as her hand reached over and search the bedside drawer for a condom. She pulled one out and he eagerly took it from her and took mere seconds to slide it on. He pulled on her thighs a little, spreading her legs open more for him, and positioned himself. He leaned on one arm and guided himself slowly into her.
She arched her back and let out a moan as he filled her up, and her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. As soon as he was fully inside her, a groan escaped his lips and his head dropped to kiss at her neck. His hips started to move against hers, slow at first but soon picking up speed. She was quickly able to match his speed and thrusts, scratching down his back and then digging her nails into his ass while her legs came up to and he thrusted into her even harder.
"God," she groaned arched her back up again, "Enjolras...mmm... fuck." She could feel his heavy breaths against the skin of her neck as each thrust brought them both closer to their climaxes. He was still propped up on one arm allowing him to thrust hard and deep, and his free hand went down the side of her body and then started to quickly rub her bundle of nerves, causing her to go over the edge. Her nails dug in harder and she let out a loud moan, her legs wrapping around his waist and pushing him even deeper inside of her. With one last deep thrust, he reached his own climax and moaned out her name. His hand nuzzled into her neck and they both were breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.
Enjolras rolled off of her and removed the condom then laid there in silence for a couple minutes before Éponine started chuckling. He looked over at her feeling insulted.
"No," she said when she saw his face, "Trust me, there was nothing about that to laugh at."
He perked and eyebrow and smirked, "Care to share your train of thought then?"
She rolled over on her side and faced him, "All your friends think you're some kind of virginal ken doll."
He shrugged a little, "I keep my private life to myself."
"And the jokes never bother you?," she questioned trailing a finger up his arm.
"Why should they?," he replied simply, "I know the truth."
She kissed the skin of his shoulder and the looked up at his face, "Maybe we should just keep this between us."
He looked over and met her gaze, "If that's what you would like."
"I think it would be best," she said quietly.
"Meaning you don't want Marius to find out," his words stung her a little bit and she sat up, pulling her sheets up to her. He sat up too and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "You don't have to pretend with me, Éponine."
She let out a sigh and turned to face him, "I'm not ashamed of what just happened, and I'm not scared of Marius finding out." He perked an eyebrow, but stayed silent and let her talk, "Imagine how distracted your friends will be if they found out your not a ken doll." She smiled teasingly at him, but the truth was her father was be pissed if he found out that she was gave it away for free when he's planning on making money off of her. He had a rule with his girls, no boyfriends just clients. Once her father brought in a dancer's boyfriend and offered him a discount when he found out she had one. The thought made her cringe and the she suddenly felt disgusted with herself, but tried her hardest not to make it seem obvious.
His eyes were narrowed at her for a moment, he knew that wasn't it but always didn't want to push, "I suppose your right about that."
"Of course I am," she chuckled and ran a hand through her still damp hair, "I probably have to get another shower now."
Another smirk played on his lips and he ran his fingers up her spine, "Do you think you'll need any help in there?"
A/N This took a while, and I don't know why. Yes. Look. Sex! I got some seriously writer's block and lack of inspiration during this, but I think it's because this is the last chapter before things really start to take off. Anywho, enjoy and there will be another update asap.
