Eponine stirred the cream into her coffee until it was nearly white. Coffee was usually too strong for her, but with enough packets of sugar and cream, she could sip down the bitter drink.
Enjolras didn't remember and Eponine was still tired. Somehow, it had seemed like less of a burden as the days went on, but pain still twinged on in her heart. They had small conversations and when they did talk it would usually consist of "Do you want me to iron that?" or "Pass the salt, please."
Enjolras had shot down the idea of going to Alcoholics Anonymous. 'I'm not an alchoholic!' he had shouted after Eponine had handed him the brochure for the program, 'I'm just stressed. That's it. And it isn't any of your business,'
That had hurt more than anything. It was a casual comment, but ever the nosy, Eponine had always tried to help. But maybe it was futile. She stirred the coffee once again, the milk swirling around; a sea of light brown.
It was midnight and Eponine could practically feel the bags growing under her eyes. Enjolras had grumbled that he was 'visiting Marius' at around 8:00, but she knew that was a blatant lie. She stared at the phone, the idea of calling the man growing before she shot down her own suggestion. That would seem clingy and as he seemed to constantly remind her, she wasn't his mother.
"But I am your girlfriend," Eponine muttered to herself. It was cold in the apartment and she rubbed her palms on her upper arms, the friction barely warming her goose-bump covered arms. The only noise in the house was the grandfather clock ticking slowly in the kitchen corner.
Suddenly, the door swung open and feet stumbled in from the mudroom. Eponine's heart seemed to sink and soar at the same time. It soared that he was home and safe instead out of the cold, dark world. But she could also sense his drunkeness from the kitchen.
Her instincts proved to be correct. Enjolras walked in, a small stretched across his face, tripping over his own feet.
"Heyy Eppp," He slurred and Eponine rolled her eyes, "Howw iss myy favoriteee girlll feelinggg?"
"Enjolras, you're drunk. You should go to bed," Eponine muttered and for some reason, she found it hard to stare him directly in the eyes. For a moment, he swayed in his spot before offering a shaking hand to the girl.
"Comee onn, Eppp," He muttered, "I-I wannaa showw youuu somethinngg coollll," Eponine was reluctant, but she grabbed his hand to stand herself up.
Before she could do anything else, he had his lips pressed against hers. It caught her by surprise and she almost stopped herself, but it felt so good to be feeling some sense of familiarity. It wasn't like Enjolras though. Not her Enjolras at least. His breath smelled like whiskey and gin and she missed his old scent of spearmint gum.
But, it was better than nothing, she assumed.
He went to take off his shirt and Eponine's heart stopped. She had slept with Enjolras many times before, but it wasn't really him. It almost felt like she was cheating on the memory of what he used to be.
He pulled off his shirt and broke the kiss, a stupid grin filling his face.
"You know Eponine... You're really, really hot. In the way that you deserve to show it off a bit more," He said with a wink and Eponine tried not to gag, but he lead her to the bderoom and onto the bed, throwing his shirt to the side.
His hands ran down her waist and up her shirt, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled hers off, scruffing her hair andand he kissed her hard, probably leaving her with a fat lip by morning.
(A/N: M-RATED BEYOND THIS POINT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
He squeezed her breast in his hand, kissing down her jaw, nibbling at her neck. He pulled off his pants and Eponine knew that this wasn't really Enjolras. Sure, it was his body and his hands, but maybe things were different. Things that even his memory couldn't bring back.
He pulled off her panties and there was no foreplay. No feeling. It wasn't love and Eponine knew that.
After a moment, he stuck himself inside of her and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out. She wrapped her legs around his back as slowly, he filled her, pumping in and out of her pussy.
"Jesus, Enjolras," She moaned as he picked up pace and her hands had found his back, already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She dug her nails into his back, surely leaving a mark, but Enjolras didn't seem to care and he pulled her by the waist, closing the distance between them.
"Shit, Enj! Harder, please," She muttered and he pushed harder, the only noise being her moans and their bodies slapping together, finding a rhythm that suited them both. Suddenly, his breathing became more labored as they went on and Eponine began to feel a peaking feeling and soon, she cried out in pleasure as he pushed his thumb down hard on her clit as he came inside of her, sticky cum coating her cunt. It was a warm feeling and Eponine gripped her legs harder around his thighs as he rolled off of her.
He didn't kiss her on the forehead. He didn't even look at her. Not even a wink. He simply laid back on the bed and after several moments, his snoring filled the room.
And Eponine had never felt worse.