I'm sorry this took forever! I had so much trouble writing it, this is my first real attempt at a drawn-out love scene and I'm pretty happy with the results. Let me know that you think, but don't be too honest or I might lock myself in my room and never come out :)
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M for (100% consensual) sexy times! I AM WARNING YOU NOW! I AM A GROWN-UP NOW AND THIS IS MORE GRAPHIC THAN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN HAD I ACTUALLY WRITTEN THIS FOUR YEARS AGO!
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"And when you wake up, there will be presents waiting for you. You have to come wake me first, no peeking or Father Christmas will take the gifts back, do you understand?"
"Yes Maman," Nicolas squirmed excitedly underneath the blankets Eponine had pulled up to his chin.
"Goodnight love," Eponine kissed his forehead and left him to sleep, closing the bedroom door behind her. She crossed the hallway to the bathroom, retrieving a small pile of packages wrapped in brown paper from the linen cabinet where she had hid them a few days prior. Lord knows those boys would never accidentally stumble upon anything hidden where the washcloths were.
Eponine made her way to the living room to lay out the gifts, trying her best to artfully arrange the parcels, aware of a familiar gaze burning holes in her back.
"Eponine," Enjolras finally said, his voice low. She rose and turned to meet the eyes that had been watching her all night.
"What's going on with you?" Eponine asked, "You've been acting strangely."
"Nothing," Enjolras mumbled, looking away and moving around her towards the hallway, He had been waiting for her to put Nicolas to bed, but suddenly he didn't want to talk to her, he didn't want to talk to anyone.
"No," Eponine moved forward to stop him from brushing past her, "It's not nothing. Talk to me, is this about Annette?" Eponine swallowed, unsure of what she wanted his answer to be.
"What?" Enjolras was temporarily distracted from how unsettled her closeness made him by his confusion, "What does Annette have to do with anything?"
"Well, I don't know," Eponine crossed her arms over her chest, "She's very beautiful; is she not?"
"I guess" Enjolras said uncertainty. Eponine tried to hide her disappointment; She was a fool, why would anyone look at her when there were more beautiful women at every turn? First Cosette, now Annette. How cruel a world to give her a taste of happiness, only to rip it away.
Enjolras didn't understand why she would be asking about Annette. Enjolras admired her kindness, but if he was being entirely truthful he hadn't taken much notice of Annette. Her quiet, pleasing manner not being engaging enough to develop a relationship past a casual friendship.
"You should go back to the party," Eponine said. She suddenly very much wanted to be alone, "Annette would be happy to see you."
"What about Marius?" Enjolras said, harsher than she had expected from him. "I'm sure he would love to see you trailing after him like a heartsick shadow, thought I had hoped you had grown from that by now. I suppose I was wrong."
"What are you talking about" Eponine reached out to grab his arm, "Why are you acting like this?"
Enjolras grew more agitated with her touch; just being near her unsettled him more than he was comfortable.
"Just go back to the stupid party. Or anywhere really, I have more important tasks to attend to than talking with you."
The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back.
She released his arm as if it had burned her, tears formed into her eyes as she stared at him in a mixture of anger and hurt.
"Eponine-" She didn't let him finish, pushing past him roughly, to move towards the room where Nicolas was asleep, "Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving," Her voice sounded raw, "I'll take Nicolas and go. I wouldn't want the likes of us to trespass upon you for a moment longer."
"Stop," Now it was Enjolras grasping her arm, halting her progress down the hall, "Don't be ridiculous, where will you go?"
"Why do you care," Eponine said angrily, "Like you said, you have more important matters to attend to."
"I'm an idiot," He drew her closer to grasp both her arms, "Don't leave, don't take the boy. I want you here."
"You just told me to leave," Eponine said, less angry than sad. A few traitorous tears slipped down her cheek.
"I'm a jealous fool," Enjolras wiped the tears away with his thumbs, "I saw you dancing with him, and could hardly stomach the sight. I'm an idiot who can't understand how to regulate my own emotions. Please stay." Eponine flushed at his closeness, hands gripping the front of his dress shirt.
"You will be the death of me," Eponine said, "If Azelma doesn't kill us both first." She yanked on his cravat, pulling his mouth down to join with hers, and no more words were said.
If Enjolras was shocked by this turn of events, he didn't let it affect him for long. Her hands tangled themselves in his necktie and his fisted into her hair, pulling out the pins and causing her hair to tumble over her shoulders. Her backed her into the wall behind them and pushed his body against hers, feeling her melt against him. She sighed into his mouth, her fingers beginning to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, her mouth pushing back against his kisses with a driving force.
He tried to note every detail as his mouth slanted over hers. She smelled faintly like the flowery shampoos now lining the bathtub in his washroom, her could taste the burn of alcohol on her tongue. Enjolras hesitated slightly, she had been drinking. Was this right, was he taking advantage of her? He considered pulling away, ending this before he went through with what she could possibly regret.
"Stop thinking," Eponine gave up on the buttons and simply tore the shirt open, she nibbled at his jaw in a delicious teasing, "In the name of Christ, for once in your life. Just stop thinking." She permeated each breath of her command with a kiss to his jaw, suckling on his skin. Her hands fanned over the hard pans on his chest as he obeyed her order and drew her up, pulling her by the hair to kiss her again and stepping between her thighs to press himself against her. Her legs wrapped around him and her nails dug into his shoulder blades as he peeled off the wall, making way towards the more suitable bedroom rather than the present wall with a sleeping four-year-old on the other side.
After kicking the door closed behind them he set her down. She stepped back with a grin to allow him to fling his now ruined shirt to the ground. He advanced towards her, she was wearing far too many clothes. His hands reaching around her neck and he fumbled with the elaborate tie, cursing under his breath and the complexity of the damned thing.
"Don't you dare rip it," Eponine paused in sucking a new mark on his collarbone while her hands continued their appreciative exploration of his abdomen.
"You ripped mine," Enjolras said indignantly, still struggling with the dress.
"You have dozens of shirts, this is my nicest dress," Eponine responded.
"I'll buy you a new one," Enjolras growled.
"This was a gift!"
"Then I'll pay to have it repaired," he grabbed a knife from his desk drawer, and turned her around to rip at the tie, "Don't take offence Eponine, but as beautiful as you look in this dress," he severed the ties and yanked the back open, allowing the dress to fall and Eponine to step out of it, now only in her shift, "I want nothing more than for it to be off." Eponine laughed and reached for him as he let the knife fall, kissing her again and steering them towards the bed. Eponine's hands drifted southward; far more dexterous, she easily untied the laces of his breeches, sliding a hand down the front.
"Wait," Enjolras held her wrist before she reached her goal, drawing it away, "Slow down." He kissed her again, slower, drinking her in as if he had all the time in the world. Eponine let him guide her to the bed, laying on the duvet and willing herself to enjoy his newfound gentleness. Enjolras explored her over her shift, palming her breasts through the thin fabric, pinching her nipples and reveling in the unbidden moans and gasps that fell from her mouth. His hands grazed up her thighs, drawing her stockings down her legs to discard and making a show of removing her shoes. He knelt at the edge of the bed, gently drawing her knees up in a bent position. His eyes met hers as he positioned his hands and her knees, sliding them down the inside of her thighs and spreading her legs to his ministrations. His hand probed the slick flesh between her legs and Eponine moaned loudly, arching her back from the bed and curling her toes. She had never been touched like this before, none of her previous experiences (she refused to call them lovers, or even partners) had ever bothered to consider her pleasure. Enjolras slid a finger inside, then two, studying her reactions with the same determination as he would the text in one of his law books. She was the most fascinating subject he had ever chosen to study, and he intended to determine exactly the best ways to get her to make that sound again.
His fingers withdrew and Eponine opened her eyes to see his smirk before his head ducked down to the junction of her thighs.
"What are you-oh," Eponine's head fell back when she felt his mouth on her. It was an indescribably new sensation, one she wasn't even aware existed. His tongue darted inside of her and he nibbled lightly on her sensitive bud above her opening.
"Wait, Enjolras- oh God," Eponine bit her lip as the sensations intensified. Encouraged by her vocal response, Enjolras increased his attentions, sucking harshly at her bundle of nerves. Stars erupted in front of her eyes as Eponine let out a cry.
"Enjolras stop, stop!" He drew back immediately and Eponine snapped her legs together, trembling.
"Are you alright?" Enjolras drew away from her, concerned but careful not to touch her lest she initiate contact. Eponine crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling like she wanted to cry.
"That was, I mean, I've never..." Eponine stumbled to find the right words, a blush creeping up her neck as her embarrassment grew. Enjolras rose from his knees to sit on the edge of the bed, stil careful not to touch her.
"We can stop," Enjolras said, "Nothing will happen that goes against your wishes, all you have to do is say so. You have control." Eponine considered this, she had never been given a choice before. She was almost tempted to accept his offer. To use that powerful, evasive "no" just to taste the sound of it on her tongue. However, one look at Enjolras and she decided against it. She drew herself up to sit next him, leaning forward to kiss him, coaxing him to now lay down as she arranged herself on top of him.
"I have control," Eponine smiled at him, hooking her fingers into his waistband to pull his trousers and underclothes off.
"Yes," Enjolras confirmed, kicking off the last of his clothing, "You have control."
"I have control," Eponine said again, mostly to herself. She caught the hem of her slip, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. He let her explore him, raking her hands down his chest and grasping at his length experimentally. He brought his hands to her hips and, encouraged when she didn't protest, they rose to cup her breasts, pebbling her nipples between his fingers, Eponine, sighed, her head falling back slightly, causing her hair to fall to her back. Enjolras stilled, his fingers tracing the now visible scar extending from the nape of her neck to her shoulder, maring the otherwise smooth skin of her chest. Eponine paused, her eyes meeting his uncertainty. Her drew himself up to a sitting position, pulling her flush against him, he kissed along the scar, following the trail from her shoulder to her neck, before finally cupping her face and drawing her in for a kiss. After a moment, Eponine drew back, raising up on her knees and sinking down along his length. Enjolras groaned, ravishing her with kisses on her neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. He didn't consider himself a Godly man, but if he were to imagine what heaven was like, he would guess it would pale in comparison to this. Eponine let out a shuddering breath and started to move, tangling one hand in his curls and digging the nails of the other into his back. Enjolras savored every tug, each scratch, filing them away in his brain as infinite snapshots of this perfect moment. He grasped at her hips and thrust forward experimentally, she mewled in his ear appreciatively and he did it again, and again. Over and over in a perfect rhythm until Eponine's cries filled the room and she clenched around him, clinging to him desperately as his own pleasure peaked. He fell back among the pillows and dragged her with him, sweaty and panting and wholly sated.
Eponine lay on his chest for a long while, listening to the frantic beating of his heart eventually slow to a more human tempo. When confident she could still move her limbs she stirred, propping herself up on her arms to look at Enjolras. She could practically see the gears whirring in his head, starting to overthink as the afterglow wore off.
"Don't panic," Eponine said quickly as soon as he opened his mouth.
"I'm... not panicking." Enjolras said, trying not to panic.
She laughed, and he smiled too. She was radiant, all tousled hair and swollen lips.
"We've really made a mess of things now, haven't we?" Eponine said.
"I guess we have," Enjolras said, turned, carefully depositing her in a more comfortable position next to him rather than on top, "I'm too tired to think about it now." Eponine kissed him, almost shyly, before settling into the blankets he drew over them.
"Goodnight Enjolras."
"Alexandre," Enjolras said suddenly, "My name is Alexandre."
"Alexandre," Eponine tried it, "It's a nice name. Goodnight Alexandre."
"Goodnight Eponine."
So there it is! Again sorry for the long wait but I rewrote this thing like three times before I was satisfied. I thought about making this longer but decided I just wanted a short and sweet sex chapter. It's the little things.
Until next time xoxo