Enjolras groaned as he woke up, rubbing his eyes. It took him a few minutes to work out how he had ended up in his bed in only his boxers with his clothes thrown carelessly over the floor. He let out another moan as he remembered. Or was it imagined, he was quite sure. He sat up, putting his head in his hands for a moment as he debated going back to sleep but it was no use. He slipped out of bed and grabbed a cold shower. Combeferre had gone home for his mums birthday a few days before meaning he had the flat to himself and meaning no one was here the night before, except for perhaps Eponine, to see him in his embarrassing state.
With only his towel wrapped around his waist he wandered back into his bedroom and quickly began grabbing his clothes from the night before and shoving them into the basket to be washed when he found a slip of paper in his trousers pocket. He frowned as he unfolded it, the towel dropping to the floor as he stared at the words scrawled across the paper. 'Call me'. Last night was not simply just part of his imagination after all.
Throughout the day he found himself picking his phone up, his thumb hovering over the call button as he looked at Eponines number on the screen. He had no idea what had gotten into him, he didn't have feelings for her and sex had never interested him but still, he couldn't stop himself. He tried various methods to distract himself but none of them worked and finally he had decided enough was enough, he was ending this now.
He sent Eponine a simple text, requesting that she came over as soon as she was free. He read it over a few times, making sure that there was no way she could read anything into it before he sent it. Within twenty minutes he heard a car pull up outside and Eponines voice thanking whoever it was that had drove her as he waited, exactly a minute later there was a knock on the door and Eponine pushed it open, wearing nothing special and with her hair messily hanging around her face yet still all he could imagine was him pulling her top over her head and unclasping her- No! No, he wouldn't do this. This is why it needed to stop, he shouldn't be having these thoughts.
"I don't care about sex," he told her sternly before she could even greet him. "I don't care about any of that stuff. I don't care about girls, guys, anything. I have to concentrate on my work in order to complete university with a good degree and get a good job."
Eponine raised her eyebrow, trying to resist smirking as she looked at him. During his little rant he had stepped closer and closer until they were stood with their chests touching and he was staring down into her eyes with a burning passion. "Yet here you are," she whispered.
He turned away and stalked over to the sofa, sitting down on it. "This ridiculous behaviour has to stop, you're acting like Grantaire! Can't you go flirt with Courfeyrac?"
"What if I don't want to?" She grinned. He shook his head in exasperation as she sat down next to him. "How do you even know you don't want this?"
"I just… don't!" He groaned, putting his head in his hands with a sigh. He was starting to regret inviting her over. He was torn between banning her from him life and tying her to the bed and never letting her leave, neither were healthy thoughts but he much preferred the later. As if reading her thoughts she stood up, waiting for his attention. "What are you doing now?"
"I'll do you a deal," she smirked at him. "If you can tell me to leave when I have nothing on, I'll go. If not, well…" Before he got chance to reply and tell her it was the most ridiculous suggestion ever she had her top up and over her head, leaving her stood in her bra and jeans. He instantly averted his eyes, keeping them on the floor.
She laughed to herself as she removed her jeans, adding them to the pile of now growing clothes. She hooked her thumbs under her panties, about to slip them down when his head suddenly shot up, curiosity getting the better of him. "Stop," he croaked, blushing as he looked at her.
"Tell me," she smirked as she moved closer to him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to find the words to tell her but he couldn't. "I dare you."
Eponine had managed to coax him out of his clothes and for a second time he remained in just in his boxers. Knowing that Combeferre was out she hadn't bothered to shut the door behind them as she pushed him down on the bed, kissing him passionately. He lay awkwardly, letting her move his hands and place them on her hips. After a few minutes she moved her lips away from him with a smirk. "You can take it off, you know," she breathed, rolling her eyes at his confusion. "My bra, I mean."
"Oh…" He nodded as he moved his hand up her back, tracing his fingers over the clasp as he tried to work it out. Being his first experience with a bra he was clumsy and struggling and after a few minutes eponine sat up straight, still straddling him as she removed the bra and let it fall to the floor. His mouth fell open as he looked at her breasts, his length stirring in his boxers.
She smirked at him as she moved her hand to her breast, kneading it with a moan. "I hope you're taking notes," she breathed as she tilted her head back. After a few minutes of watching her he hesitantly reached out and cupped her breast in her hand, trying to be gentle until she growled, taking him by surprise. "Harder."
He nodded his head as he did as she said, growing more confident as she moaned. Soon he had hold of both of her breasts, leaving her hands to roam over his body, tracing over the muscles and then back up, pulling and tugging at his hair which only made him painfully harder.
He sat up suddenly and grabbed her waist, rolling her underneath him as she squealed in surprise. She frowned as he knelt between her legs, about to question him when he took hold of her underwear and pulled them off quickly. She pushed herself up on her elbows as she watched him take her legs and part them further before he leant forward, pressing his tongue against her clit and looking at her for approval. The moan as she screwed up her face in pleasure was enough confirmation as he continued, gently sucking on her clit until he felt her fingers in his hair, tugging sharply.
"Enj… I thought you said… you'd never…" She panted as she threw her head back, bucking her hips up. He smirked as he slowly dragged his tongue towards her entrance before slowly pushing inside of her, causing another moan. Each thrust of his tongue pushed her further and further towards her orgasm until he finally used his finger to rub her clit. She squirmed underneath him as her toes curled into the bed and the moment he pinched the sensitive nub she was gone. Her vision turned white as she felt her orgasm rip through her body but Enjolras continued the thrusting of his tongue, her moans and cries encouraging him. She lay panting on the bed, Enjolras' tongue still thrusting inside of her until she finally found the strength to pull his head back by his hair. "You said you'd never…"
"I'm a quick learner," he smirked at her as he crawled up the bed and lay on top of her. "And I read a few books…"
He laughed was cut off as he suddenly kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. She moved her hips, brushing up against his hard length still trapped inside of his boxers as she kissed him, her hands managing to tangle in his hair as he moaned against her lips.
After a few moments she broke the kiss and gripped his length tightly through his boxers, running her thumb over the head of his length where there was already a wet patch on the material, drawing out a strangled moan. "Take these off," she ordered.
"Not yet," Combeferres voice at the door took them both by surprise and Enjolras quickly jumped back. Neither of them had been aware of Combeferre standing there since Eponines orgasm and out of the three of them, Enjolras was the only one of them to blush. "Do I get to take you up on your offer, Ep?"
She smirked at Combeferre as she lay down on the bed, ignoring Enjolras awkwardly knelt at the end as she looked at Combeferre. "You don't even have to ask."