A/N: Ah, yes. What many of you have been waiting for but deny it. This scene is detrimental to the plot because...I would have to keep referring back to it. So consider it a one shot. If it had been in the story, though, I'd like to note this is my longest chapter. Just goes to show where my values are.
Darkness flooded the inn, an eerie silence creeping throughout the decrepit corridors. The only notion of life inside was the thin shadow of Montparnasse, bathed in moonlight shafting in through the windows. Thenardier's gang had gone out for the night; they'd told him he was still "too young" for the job, but he figured they simply didn't want him around. They don't mind the sow, though...
A bit of perplexity hung around Montparnasse. He had not seen Eponine leave with her father, but nor had he seen her about the inn. Ah, well. He breathed in the calming air of night, slowly relaxing. A sudden rustling alerted him, and he held his breath. The faint sound seemed to have originated upstairs. With the concise caution of walking on ice, Montparnasse made his way upstairs, the rustling sound growing louder. Silently, he neared Eponine's room and gently pushed open the door. He found Eponine writhing in her bed, tearing at empty space and muttering nonsense. Fraught with worry, Montparnasse bounded to her side.
"'Ponine! 'Ponine, listen to me!"
Eponine did no such thing. Trapped in some horrible, fanatical dream her mind was contocting, the girl was unaware of her friend's presence and so continued to squirm. Without thinking, Montparnasse climbed onto the bed, straddling Eponine to stop her struggling. He held his weight up on his knees, knowing he was far larger than the girl, and pulled Eponine closer. For once, Eponie did not resist. Though her mind was still reeling, she was now conscious of the situation. Montparnasse lowered himself into a more comfortable position, weight rested on his elbows. He felt Eponine's frail, icy form beneath him; the girl was always cold, always shivering. Eyes fluttering, Eponine caught sight of who had awoken her and whispered hoarsely, "'Parnasse..."
"Shh, relax."
Eponine clawed around blindly until she found the collar of Montparnasse's shirt. Pulling at the fabric, she brought Montparnasse's face closer to her own, to which he had no objections. Tentatively, Eponine touched her lips to Montparnasse's, who completed the action in a less gentle manner. Eponine tasted faint liquor on Montparnasse's tongue, still lingering enough to be bitter. Moving her hands from Montparnasse's collar, Eponine fumbled with the buttons on the young man's shirt. Now it was Montparnasse's turn to be surprised. But not for long. He slipped the ragged blouse from Eponine's bony shoulders and continued to kiss her fiercely, making it more difficult for the girl to finish her task of unbuttoning. Once Montparnasse's shirt was undone, he felt Eponine's hands against his bare chest and jolted.
"God, your hands're cold."
Eponine laughed weakly and moved her hands to Montparnasse's neck. The young man gritted his teeth, but relaxed once the chill had gone from Eponine's hands. He felt her entwine her fingers in his hair, weaving her fingers through the tousled black locks. Montparnasse moved his own hands to unlace the makeshift corset Eponine worse, but the girl took her hands from Montparnasse's head and placed them on his shoulders, preventing him.
"Please, ah..."
Montparnasse only laughed and purred in her ear, "My turn."
With that he continued his job, Eponine accepting it and running her hands up to Montparnasse's neck again. Eponine's corset fell free, allowing her and Montparnasse's bare skin to come in contact for the first time. Eponine suddenly began to worry, but could not dwell on it much longer before Montparnasse enveloped her in a passionate kiss, diverting her thoughts and making her heart race. She felt the heat of her friend's body covering her completely, turning the cold on her own skin to a numb tingle. She felt Montparnasse's hands drift downward and settle on her hips. Eponine followed in suite, preferring to work at unfastening the time-worn belt around Montparnasse's waist. This arose quite a reaction in Montparnasse, who let out a throaty growl of pleasure. Amused by the noise, Eponine muffled a giggle that came to her mouth.
"Think that's funny, huh?" Montparnasse demanded jokingly, beginning to kiss Eponine's neck. Eponine flinched each time the man's lips brushed her skin, squirming and allowing a soft moan to escape her lips. Despite the games, Eponine managed to unbuckle Montparnasse's belt. Bit by bit Montparnasse was able to wriggle out of his trousers, further freeing himself of clothing. In turn, he slid Eponine's skirt down off her legs. Eponine felt how wonderfully they fit in the contours of each other's bodies, the tingling feeling of flesh on flesh. And for one time in her life, it was not the Pontmercy boy that ruled her thoughts. No, it was Montparnasse, filling every one of her senses with sweet desire.
Once unoppressed by any garments, the two savored the giddy feeling brought on by such closeness. A part of Eponine was panged with guilt, knowing she had slipped to be further devoid of innocence. But this guilt was soon swallowed by the wonderful, lustful feeling at hand. Nothing entered Montparnasse's mind, nothing from the outside world. None of it mattered. His mind was in too thick a haze to operate properly. A sudden sharp pain heightened Eponine's senses. She let out a pitiful cry, emitted a barely audible moan when the pain subsided. It did not cease, but was reduced to a dull throb, a numb twinge. Almost enjoyable, the bit of pain. Eponine's breathing accelerated, her heart beating itself against her ribs. As Montparnasse pressed himself further against Eponine, the pain increased. A whimper escaped Eponine, making her pain known to her friend.
"Don't worry, 'Ponine, calm yourself." The soft words of reassurance were spoken directly into Eponine's ear, making her shudder. A slight frown creased Montparnasse's face; Eponine was so very frail, even the slightest pressure on her bony frame brought discomfort. In a single motion, Montparnasse rearranged himself so Eponine could rest above him. Eponine was greatly exhausted, eyelids drooping and head resting on Montparnasse's chest. Slowly her hands drifted down, fingertips tracing her their path. Montparnasse groaned shakily, due mostly in part to the current position of Eponine's hands. Having gotten a reaction out of Montparnasse, Eponine returned her hands to the young man's shoulders. The pain had now stopped; Eponine resumed nuzzling her head into Montparnasse's chest, using her finger tips to trace nonsensical lines on his skin. Her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed.
"I love you," she murmured, becoming drowsy. The words brought a soft smile to Montparnasse's face. It was most likely that the girl was speaking with half a mind. And what a laughable sight they were, two ragged adolescents entangled in a game they hardly knew. Yet the words sent a feeling through Montparnasse so very different from any he had felt before. It felt that, for a moment, so much silent suffering had been uplifted. He did not reply; there was no need to. He simply let it be. As Eponine slipped back into sleep, she slid off of Montparnasse and huddled herself next to him. Montparnasse took Eponine up in his arms, cradling the girl as she fell asleep. Slowly, he himself succumbed to his weariness. Their breathing fell into syncopation. And two hearts beat as one.