The problem with writing kissing is that, no matter how many other fics I read, I still can't seem to have any easier a time with this. One day, it won't be so awkward. At least, I can hope so.

So yeah, anyway, I upped the rating to T because this has a bit more implied references.

The press of the mattress had been soft, at least, but everything else was hard. The force of the kiss, the wind knocked out of her chest when they'd fallen backward. The knock of teeth; too much teeth, not enough tongue, but god was it desperate. Eponine grasped at the back of Shinonome's clothes, pulling, dragging him closer. They were flush against each other, and she could feel every little crease and wrinkle of his clothing as he moved over her, onto the bed. Closer.

His hands were at either side of her head. He pulled himself up until his knees were on the bed, straddled around her hips, and he had to pull away to keep himself mildly comfortable. If there was ever a disadvantage to Eponine's height, it was right now. He wanted everything, to feel her against him, to kiss her, and to just hover over her like he was ready to pounce. It was only a moment, to catch breath. Eponine had barely swallowed a bit of air before she pulled Shinonome back down. They bumped noses, hard, but she only repositioned his head and pressed a kiss to his lips. Soft, initially, but she started it up just as quick as the last one had been.

Shinonome was more than happy to oblige her pace, tilting her head just slightly to slot their mouths together. His hands were at her neck, the curve of her jaw, and he could feel every crick as she parted her lips. Kiss. Kiss. And then her tongue was in his mouth. Hot and warm and intense. Shinonome's arms were shaking, and it was all he could do to part from her. Just one moment, and he slipped to the side and crashed next to her. She was on him again in a second, yanking him close by the back of his neck.

Her kisses were fast, passionate, just like she was. In everything she did. Everything she cared about got everything she was, and this was no different. She pressed her entire body in to him, moving and arching with each new kiss. Shinonome slid his hand along her stomach, to her side, where he took leverage to keep her close. The way she kissed with her whole body was overwhelming, but so warm. Her mouth was hot and wet against his, and her tongue worked along his with some practiced ease, if he'd known better, he would've never believed he had been her first kiss.

His hand slid lower, maybe on accident, maybe not, and ghosted over her hip. She let out a pleasant hum, sliding impossibly closer until their hips slotted together. Everything she did was just begging for more. Eponine moved her own hand down, grasping at whatever she could reach, until she'd pulled apart at his clothes, and her hands were at his chest. He was hot, so hot, and her hands were cold and welcomed relief. He hummed, moving his kisses to the edge of her lips, to her chin, anything he could reach. It was a mess of spit and limbs, but something was just so right about it.

Eponine giggled through the kisses, squeezing what bit of skin she could get her hands on. And then, oh god, then her hips rolled, and Shinonome let out some godless sound he had no idea he was capable of. Whatever it was seemed to only spurn her on, and she tilted her head to slide their lips together. An easy kiss, at first, but it heated up just like all the others. Like she was trying to start him slow and work him into it. He fell for it every time, oxygen be dammed.

"Mmm…" kiss. "Eponine," kiss. "Hey."

Eponine pulled back, eyes half lidded and hair coming loose from her braids. She slid her fingers along the side of his face, a gleeful little grin over her lips.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure this is okay?" because it wouldn't be proper not to ask.

Eponine wanted to slap him, for that, and pushed at his chest until he was on his back. In an instantly, she was on top of him, straddling his waist and leaning over him. A devious little smirk on her face as her hands slid along his cheeks, neck, and ended at his chest. She pressed down on him to keep him still.

"Why are you always asking stupid questions?"

Before he had a chance to answer, or worse, ask another question, she pressed into another kiss. It was slow, rocking in rhythm with her hips. He rested his hands there, trying to hold her still, maybe, before this got out of hand. But she didn't seem to mind the touch, not with the little noises escaping her throat. They were beautiful, and stopped abruptly with the sound of a door.

"Shit," she hissed, pulling back immediately.

"Who is that? I thought you said Alcira was out—"

"Come on," Eponine jumped off the bed and pulled Shinonome with her. She kept his wrist tightly in her own hand and made her way over to the window.

"Eponine, we are not jumping out of a tre—"

"If you ever want to kiss me again, we are jumping out of this treehouse," she said. Her face was deadpan, like she really meant it, and god kissing her would be worth all the broken legs he could handle.

"Just roll, yeah?" she gestured with her fingers. It was meant to be funny, probably, but her face was red, her lips shiny with saliva. It was too much, and Shinonome was helpless but to say yes. Don't stick the landing, just roll. He continued to repeat that in his head as he jumped out the window first. It wasn't a huge tree, wasn't a huge drop, and when Eponine fell, he caught her.

There, in the grass, she attacked him again. He was breathless, and his arm hurt from the landing, but he pressed back into her with just as much vigor as he could muster. She would get him into so much trouble, and it was more than definitely worth it.

Do not jump out of trees. Even if your girlfriend wants you to.