Did those words really leave his mouth? No. Yes. I had no idea what to say, how to react. I was almost eighteen, I was still too young to get married. Unless, of course, Maman gave her consent. Don't get me wrong, I was madly in love with Enjolras. But were we really ready for this? For marriage? And if I was to marry him, I was to move out of my home and into a home where he and I would live. Unless, of course, he wanted to live with my mére and her new fiancé.

I looked to him, one hand grasped around my wrist. I wondered how long I had kept him waiting for my answer. I swallowed.

"I-I…."

He held up a finger, reaching into his pocket. "I have a ring," he said, getting down on one knee. One hand raised up, revealing to me a red velvet box. A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn't speak — even giving him my answer seemed to be an effort. The box was opened to reveal a beautiful ring, with black gold with some white cold squares on it.

"Nicholas Grantaire," Enjolras said, a gentle, loving smile on his face, "will you marry me?"

I covered my mouth with my hand, still finding it impossible to speak. I just nodded, a tear falling from my eyes. After a moment, I found my words. "Y-Yes…Yes, I-I'll marry you…" As it were, my dialogue was muffled by my hands, still blocking my mouth.

He stood slowly, reaching for my hand. His fingers were warm, but then again I was so accustomed to holding something cold. His cool lips touched my knuckles, my palm, the scars on my wrist. And finally, he took the ring out of the little box and held it up to me.

"It's engraved too," he whispered.

I gingerly took the ring, looking at it closely. Sure enough, on the underside of the ring, was a small engraving. 'FREEDOMSEEKER and ABARRICADEBUILDER.' Our Tumblr URLs. How we met. After a moment, he held out his hand again.

"May I put it on you?" he asked.

I nodded. He took the ring in one hand, my other hand in his other. My heart was beating rapidly as he slipped the small band on my ring finger. A couple more tears escaped my eyes, and I had trouble finding more words. But after a moment I threw myself in his arms, burying my face in his neck. I held tightly onto him, smiling like an idiot.

"I should check with Maman first, to make sure that this is okay with her—"

"I already got her permission," he chuckled, his arms tight around my waist. "She gave us her blessing."

I looked up at him, eyes wide. "Really? She did?" That made my heart swell, maybe even do a jump for joy. She gave us her blessing! Nothing could be better.

And suddenly I needed him. Now that we were engaged, I wanted him more than I ever had. I tugged on his hand, leading him back towards the house just as Maman and Claude were exiting. I beamed up at her, and she raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"So he proposed, chéri?" she asked, chuckling. "You're staying with Monsieur France?"

Of course she had taken to calling him Monsieur France — I mean, he was so passionate about France and demonstrated it enough during the past two meals that she had given him a nickname. It was her sign of affection, nevertheless. I hugged her and nodded, then tore away and pushed Enjolras inside. Claude looked at me.

"We are about to go to the airport, where are you going?" he asked.

I looked at him as Enjolras slipped his arms around my waist, chest pressed up against my back. Claude raised an eyebrow, and Maman shoved a bag at him as though to send him to finish putting things in the car.

"Grantaire, we have to go to Spain."

I glanced back at Enjolras before looking to her. "Frankly, Maman, fuck Spain. I'm about to be fucked by France!"

Her face turned bright red, and behind me Enjolras's chest shook with silent laughter. She glanced from my face to the ground, and she turned her back to us.

"Too much information, I really didn't need to know that. Use a condom, be safe, boys." She quickly hurried to the car, and I noticed her face was still red.

Enjolras and I waited in the doorway, his arms still around my waist and his chin now resting on my shoulder. The car pulled out, and we waved goodbye. But once the car was out of sight, he pushed his hips forward to grind against me, and an arm darted out to grab the doorframe as I gasped. I closed my eyes as he repeated the motion with more pressure.

"E-Enjolras…."

"Let's move this to the bedroom, okay?"

His tone turned me on, and I pushed back against him. There was no denying the erection he had, and it sent chills down my spine. He closed the door, and I turned around to find him already kissing me. I put one arm around his neck, the other gently pressing it against his chest.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed against my lips, hand sliding under my shirt. "Let me be the your fulfiller of dreams."

There was one fantasy I had always had; I explained it briefly and we both quickly set to work. In a short amount of time, we had built a huge-ass fort. We had taken the mattress from my room and put it on the living room floor after moving the table and the couch. Chairs and the couch acted as the supports for extra sheets we had to act as a canopy, and pillows surrounded the edges of the mattress, like a barrier. There were a few blankets in case we wanted them, but he assured me I wouldn't be cold — I'd be warm as ever. We curled up in the fort, his hands on my waist.

"I didn't think we'd be doing anything, so I don't have any condoms," he admitted.

I shook my head and kissed him. "I don't care. You said it yourself about a month ago, we don't need a condom."

He nodded, returning my kiss. As he had before we had set to working on the fort, his hands rubbed against my sides and slipped under my shirt. I relished the warm feeling of his touch, and kissed him deeply. After a moment, he lifted the base of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I did the same to him, and I swallowed nervously.

"Don't be afraid," he mumbled. "It's just me."

I nuzzled his jaw and groaned suddenly when I felt his hips against mine. I grasped his shoulders, and accidentally dug my fingers in. He kissed me fiercely, his hand sliding down to my waist. Each caress brought me closer, wanting to indulge more in him. I shifted a little as he pulled my trousers off, and I quickly moved to do the same.

He put a leg on either side of me, straddling me. Leaning forward, he kissed me again quickly. My mind began racing. Would he be easy with me? Or would he go a little rough? I assumed he would go easy, what with it being my first time. And he was already catering to my needs, considering he created this fort because I wanted my first time to be in a fort.

Childish, I know. Do not mock me.

"Grantaire, I must warn you. It can be painful the first time."

I nodded my understanding. "I've heard."

He raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

I blushed a little. "Tumblr…"

He snorted, kissing me again, this time grabbing the bulge in my boxers. My breath hitched and I closed my eyes. His hand hadn't even directly groped me, but all the same it felt good to be touched. He moved his lips down to my neck, nibbling here and there until he finally bit with a little more pressure - and then he sucked a hickey onto my neck. I groaned, unable to suppress it.

His lips went lower once they had marked me, kissing my chest now. My fingers clutched at the sheets below us as I felt him going lower, the gentle caresses now moving from my stomach to just below my navel. He nuzzled my skin there, and I looked down at him.

"Your face is bright red," he teased gently as he pulled my undergarments down. And if I had been blushing before, I was blushing more than before as I became exposed to him. I heard him hum what I thought was his approval.

"You've been hiding this gorgeous piece of yours from me, haven't you? Wanted to keep it to yourself. I see how it is, you selfish brat."

I squirmed, chuckling. Leave it to him to try and ease my nerves with a little joke by that. He smiled at me.

"I love you."

"Enjolras, I love you too."

And it seemed that was all I needed to say. He took me in his mouth and I tensed, fingers clenching the sheets tighter. It was so warm, so wet, so...perfect. He took me deeper, and I began to question the existence of his gag reflex; but he did stop, and I realised his gag reflex was nonexistent because I felt the back of his throat. He placed his hands on my hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles.

His tongue moved around a bit before he swallowed and I groaned louder than planned, writhing under him. A feeling began to form in the pit of my stomach - but it was a good feeling. With a pop! he pulled off and leaned up again to kiss me, his hand stroking me again.

"E-Enjolras," I groaned, pleaded, "guerrier, I need you…"

He smirked. I noticed how aroused he was, and I tugged down his briefs. The sight before me was so beautiful, and in that moment I knew he must have been a reincarnation of Apollo. I would no longer be calling him my warrior, but rather, my Apollo.

His fingers touched my lips. "Suchez," he whispered. I nodded, obeying without question, and took his digits into my mouth. They tasted so good! My tongue moved around, making sure to cover every surface - his knuckles, the underside of his fingers, and even between his fingers. I wanted to be sure I didn't miss a spot. When he pulled his fingers back, I whined at the loss. But soon the feeling of emptiness was taken away, as he had pushed a finger inside me.

It was unusual, but I wanted more quickly. The initial pain wasn't as bad as I had thought (I expected more because of how "excruciating" the pain was in the fanfictions I read). It was a little...stimulating. I wriggled a bit and he added a second finger, and the moment I began to squirm under the attention he scissored his fingers.

"Enjolras, I beg of you," I gasped, "fuck me, fuck me now…"

He moved his fingers a few more times, stretching me, before pulling them back. He kissed me again, my arms going around his neck.

"You will tell me if you want me to stop," he breathed. "I do not want you hurting."

I nodded. "But you won't hurt me, I know you won't."

He kissed me again, gently parting my legs. He seemed to be talking to himself, maybe uttering some reassurances to himself. I knew him well, I knew he wouldn't hurt me; and even if he did, it was more likely he would not have done it on purpose. With our lips still locked in a passionate kiss, he pushed his hips forward.

The sensation I felt was amazing. My grip on him tightened and I kissed him fervently, moving my legs around his waist. His hips moved gently at first, picking up speed a little and adding a little more force. He wrapped his fingers around my mandhood, stroking me again. I threw my head back, closing my eyes as I found myself panting.

"So tight, Grantaire," he murmured. He nipped at my jaw. "I'm so glad I could be the one to…" He kissed the mark. "…to penetrate your barricade."

The sound I made was no ordinary sex sound, even surprising me. He made another odd sound, but it sounded a little more normal and more human than my own. His hips pushed forth in a strong thrust, causing a cry I had been suppressing to escape. I moved my own hips to meet his, and he gasped.

This went on for a long time. To have him inside me at long last…It is a bliss I can remember, even to this day. Even as my memory fails me, I will never forget the day Enjolras, my Apollo, "penetrated my barricade" for the first time.

After a long time, that feeling that had been in my stomach began to pulse. I clutched on to him tighter, whimpering.

"Mon Apollo," I murmured, "I…"

He kissed me tenderly. "It's okay, Grantaire. Me too." His hips thrust again. "Come on, love. Come for me."

I couldn't resist, there was no way I could. I felt myself release, my orgasm causing my entire body to tremble violently. I fell limp in his arms, still holding onto him. After a moment or so, his own orgasm hit him. He groaned.

That feeling made my entire body buzz with delight. This was it. It was better than I expected. He pulled back from me, and I curled up beside him, still holding tight. He was mine, and I was his.

"Grantaire, mon ange," he murmured, kissing my temple, "c'est magnifique."

I buried my face in his neck. "Je t'adore, mon Apollo," I breathed. "Enjolras, promets-moi de ne jamais me laisser aller."

He pulled me tighter. "I won't. I've got you. I've got you…"