I kinda done it already, right? Well, have more kissing then!
Also, I am torn. Do you want me to write smut and go into explicit rating or should it stay mature?
There is something in kissing Grantaire that makes Enjolras dizzy. They brath in unison now, tongues tangled, lips sliding, he has his hands in R's hair, and his height makes him need to bow his head as they kiss and all these connected facts together make him lightheaded and, he thinks, is it even possible to faint from kissing someone for the first time?
They part for air again and Enjolras stares into Grantaire's eyes and there's whole universe there but also the void and it's frightening and wonderful at the same time.
"Hi." R smiles at him.
"Uhm. Hello." Damn it, words have never failed him before, and now he is suddenly lacking all his abilites, left vunerable and exposed and the most terryfing thing about it is that he never felt better in his whole life.
"We could save so much time, E." Grantaire says, always pessimist. That makes Enjolras want to wipe the uncertainty from his eyes but also argue with him, make him change his mind with just passionate words. He is lacking words now though. So he settles with the kiss, kiss that erases that fear in Grantaire's eyes.
Then he stands up, takes his hand and leads him to bedroom gently, but with no doubt about his intentions.
Later, much more kisses, moans and sighs later, as they lay tangled together, Enjolras cathes this glimpse of fear in his lovers eyes again.
He doesn't know yet, has no idea, that it will become his life's pursuit, to erase this look in R's eyes, that many, many moments later he will gaze into his husband's eyes and kiss him to make that look disappear.
But now is now and as they rest Grantaire starts to talk, and all he says is at the same time beautiful and scary, just like always, like all he says.
And then: "I loved you for so long, it's impossible not to love you, perfection, angel from heaven, but how come you even looked at me this way, it's so unlikely, so impossible..."
"You love me." Enjolras interrupts, his eyes huge, his words whispered.
"Of course I love you." Grantaire shrughs.
And though it's just the first of their days, though it's so early, what to wait for when it's already so obvious to him?
But he lacks words, still.
So his "Me too. You know. Love you." gets swallowed in passionate kiss.
UPDATE: I did not abandoned this fic. I have broken wrist, so it's on hiatus for two weeks since I cannot write. Sorry :(