Éponine had honestly been so glad for his company Who: Scootaloo and Éponine Thénardier What: Someone has a bit of a problem. When: Backdated 2 weeks. Where: His flat. Rating: NC-17 for terribly awkward naughty things. Status: Complete!
Scoot did his best to help her throughout her three weeks of being in the damn hospital. Coming by to cheer her up and hell he brings her flowers every day he comes to visit! Seems right and rather adorable. When she is mostly healed she’s allowed out and he took her hand without realising it to lead her the way, “Come on! I got you a bunch of stuff and got girl stuff and.. stuff!” Grinned and picked her up to fly. Was easier than scary cars okay?
Éponine had honestly been so glad for his company over the past few weeks. Cut off from her siblings, she was entirely alone here... and he’d become somewhat of a light in the darkness for her, someone she could focus on. Someone who she honestly enjoyed being around.
Him taking her hand was one thing, but him actually picking her up... it wasn’t what she’d expected, to say the least! “Don’t know if I’ll... know how some of that stuff works. I mean. Different technologies must’ve happened since I ‘died’.”
“I will help! Somehow!” When they landed his flat is actually in a very decent place and he led her up the stairs. Unlocking it he led her in and shut and locked the door behind. “So... I decided I can have the couch and you can get the bed!” Looked to her. “And don’t worry about rent or anything. I figured out some things and learned how things work and I apparently make a lot! Kind of scary!”
Was it really right to turf him out of his own bed? Éponine was used to sleeping in uncomfortable and sometimes-strange places, largely to stay outside the influence of certain malevolent people, and she had no objections to continuing that... although, staying inside whilst she slept would be a notable upgrade.
“I... wouldn’t feel right, taking your bed from you.” He’d already given her so much. She didn’t want to push her luck.
“No, no! It’s okay!” Took her hand gently again and showed her the bedroom. The bed is all made up like it showed in the picture on the bag and there are so many pillows. “Here! Try it!” Pulled her onto the bed and laid beside her, not realising she was actually laying on his arm close! He’s just comfy now! “Super mega comfortable bed!” Sure, sleeping on a bed would be nice. But she was still recovering and dammit he would not take no for an answer on this matter. She needed it.
It still didn’t feel right! Éponine had never actually had a bed to herself, which was putting even more points against accepting his offer as it stood... she bit her lip, a thought occurring to her. “We could... share the bed? It’s big enough.”
“SURE!” Grinned and moved onto his side to look at her. “And don’t worry, I don’t kick or move too much in my sleep!”
Well, that was something. It meant there’d be no... unexpected groping during the night. Not that Éponine much expected it from a man who so readily announced that he was actually a pony... despite that, though, she’d honestly found herself growing fond of him.
She pushed herself up to press a kiss against his cheek, quick and simple. “Thank you. Don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
Scoot’s cheeks might’ve turned several shades of pink and he sat up a little, his wings doing this weird flutter they’ve never done before. uh.. that’s new! “You.. Uh. you don’t have to! Ever! I just like helping you!” What gives. He never liked icky gooshy stuff. Ew.. and yet. No what was he thinking!? Then again... Damn human bodies made no sense.
They were in an entirely new universe and they could understand each other. What said anything about this had to make sense? Éponine had rather given up on that concept whilst she was in hospital, still being tended to by this amazing winged man. “If you insist... gonna find a way, though.”
And well, because she did it, he was going to as well! Scoot leaned over and just gently kissed her cheek before standing to show the closet with all brand new clothes for her. Mostly to avoid seeing her reaction to him doing that. THIS WAS THE STUFF HIS FELLOW CMCS LIKED! NOT FOR HIM!
And despite herself, Éponine couldn’t help a slight blush. She hadn’t expected any sort of reaction to that! Maybe her angel (could she call him that? He’d never said he wasn’t one) was more special than she’d first considered...
“So... Uhm. I’ll go get my clothes and bring it in here then!” Went off to the living room and brought back a big box of stuff. He set it aside and slipped off his shirt, just so he can actually put on a better one that wasn’t so hot.
Éponine had to rather forcibly avert her eyes then, just to keep some sense of logic in her head. He was handsome, yes, but now was neither the time nor the place. It just wasn’t right, even if it wasn’t like she hadn’t done things like that before...
Now him not being used to clothes or proper order between undressing. He slipped everything from the waist down off to put new things on! He doesn’t see anything wrong with it, doesn’t know otherwise.
Oh. Oh Sweet Jesus. If anything, that meant Éponine was now practically burning a hole in the wall with how intently she was avoiding looking. Sure, she’d glanced, but... that was it. Curiosity well and truly dealt with.
Or so she was trying to convince herself. It wasn’t working out quite as well as she’d hoped.
“There we go! Much better!” Sure, these were looser and hung a bit lower but they were comfortable. You know what, screw the shirt! Until the AC was fixed he was not wearing one. “Let me just bring in a few more things okay?” Left the room to go grab a few of the other things for her as well.
Was this man intent on making her give into more... base urges? He was handsome, yes, and charming and... Éponine was going to stop thinking on that, before the thoughts ran on too far.
Maybe sharing a bed wasn’t her best idea.
He wouldn’t know! He’s new to all things remotely romantic. He hadn’t even known where foals came from! He stepped back in with a box of ‘products’ the lady at the store said she might need, alongside shampoo and stuff. His own box he set beside the side of the bed he was claiming as his own. When he bent over his back leading up to his wings had the slight shine from sweat...
Scoot leaned back up and opened the door to the balcony and hopped to lean on the edge and hang his legs over. Did he suddenly decide to go super attractive?
He was far, far too attractive, to Éponine at least. She was just going to have to find a way to cope, probably have to take advantage of every time she was alone... it was the safer, more sane option out of the few choices she had.
He took off for just a quick flight.. quick being until the sun finally went down. He stepped back in with of all things a single red rose and smiled. She liked it when he gave her flowers before! “The bed still just as comfy?”
A rose? Dear God... Éponine couldn’t help a slight smile as she took it from him, careful of the thorns. It stirred a memory, somewhere in the back of her mind, of herself and Azelma being described using roses... she couldn’t remember the exact wording, though. “It’s wonderful. I didn’t know beds could be this comfortable.”
“Good! Because I found the biggest and comfiest one!” He grinned and yawned. “I need to sleep though! So.. Night! Let me just change!” Well, by change he meant taking off his shirt and shorts and just leaving boxers on! He eased into the bed facing towards her because last thing she needs is feathers in her face!
“Sleep well...” Éponine was going to wait until it at least looked like he was asleep before changing herself. True, she usually had no concept of modesty, but... this felt different. This felt unique.
Let it be known that Scoot fell asleep quickly! Only 30 minutes in and he had to find a more comfortable position, said position being on his back. Something felt a little weird. He groaned awake and looked down and he might have a slight look of horror. “I.. uh..What.. do I need a doctor?!” Is she even awake?!
Éponine had always been a light sleeper, so that more than awoke her. When she saw what was causing him the issues... well, she couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, settling back down on the bed now she knew it wasn’t anything life-threatening.
She’d never known a man to die of it yet, at least. “That’s completely natural and normal.”
“I... Uh.” Internally flailing a little! Scoot reached down to try and make it go down because it felt awkward to have and he froze. That was new! If she had as good of hearing as she says she has, Éponine would have heard a faint moan. Not that he’d admit to doing. He didn’t even understand why.
He simply jerked his hand back up above his head and tried to shove a pillow over it so he could go back to bed.
Éponine certainly did hear that! It was good to know that he was, at least, entirely capable of... doing things involving that. Or so she assumed. Not that she was going to put that into practice any time soon! “Don’t worry about it, okay?”
“I... alright.” He is not going to admit what he was wanting to get back to in dream world. Didn’t seem right. Sure, it was nothing more than just her in less clothes but... Hell he didn’t even know why he was dreaming it in the first place. But it had been nice. “Do girls uhm.. Well.” Blushed and just hid under the blankets.
It was probably only right to answer his questions, if he was so confused. Éponine didn’t want him constantly flailing over things as simple as this. “Do girls... do what?”
“I... Well... Uhm. Girls and boys are different here right? Then again I never learned about...stuff back where I’m from so... Uh.” Someone might be unintentionally looking down her shirt. He keeps pushing his gaze away from it as best he can.
She would’ve have to have been blind to have not noticed that. He wasn’t exactly subtle, was he? Éponine briefly considered just taking her shirt off and getting it over with, but decided against it. It’d probably break him, even with the myriad scars. “We’re different, yeah. Men have things that women don’t, and the other way around too.”
“Oh, okay.” Nodded and just went back to hiding. Well, acting like hiding! He might be trying to reach back down to it without her noticing! It felt good and he wanted to see what it was there. Sure, he knew what it was there for in regards to bathroom stuff, but he’d never once heard of it getting like this. Male body is not so cool anymore now! Or so he’s starting to feel.
He wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it, really. Éponine had seen more subtlety from Grantaire, and he’d been drunk for practically the entire time she’d known him. “...You’re obviously having... issues with that.”
“I don’t know much of anything of this body other than basic stuff and my wings.” Lacking modesty through innocence alone he pulled the blankets down and pulled his boxers off. someone is a little too gifted for being as clueless as he is.
Dear God. Could this get any more awkward? Éponine forced herself to look away, largely to keep herself from getting any more ideas. “Do you have any idea what it’s for? I... might be able to help.”
“Well.. I go to the toilet and... That’s all it’s for, right?” He’s looking down her shirt again and something twitches. That meant flailing and grabbing a pillow to hide it. Agh!
Éponine shook her head. Oh, the innocence was endearing, but... in this case, it was going to be more a pain than anything else. “It’s used for sex too. Pretty sure you don’t have a clue what that is.”
Scoot just gave a quick shake of his head,. “Uh-uh.” Blinked. “What is it?”
Well. How to explain sex to someone who clearly had no idea... this was something Éponine had honestly thought she’d never have to do, short of having to do it to Marius. “How a man and a woman make children, for one.”
“Oh... I thought they just came from the hospital to be honest.” Ran a hand over his neck, feeling a little sheepish. “Is that all it’s for?”
If you asked some people, yes. Thankfully, the company Éponine kept meant she had no such illusions about sex and all that came with it. “It also feels amazing. At least, it does on your side of things.”
Men in her time weren’t exactly the most considerate lovers, it had to be said.
“How is that fair?” Tipped his head slightly. didn’t sound right. If something between two people was meant to feel amazing, why didn’t both parties get to enjoy it?
Éponine shrugged. “I suppose it isn’t. I’ve never questioned it, though.”
This is said as innocently as someone can ask. “Can we... and uh... Well.” That did not come out well first try. Second maybe? He took in a breath and tried a different way. “How does sex go?”
Did he actually want to...? Oh, God. Éponine didn’t know exactly how to respond to that, especially since it wasn’t exactly a usual question to be asked... “You just... listen to your body’s instincts. If you want it to be anything close to decent, that is.”
Well if it’s instinct he’s meant to act on, he does what he’s wanted to do several times while she was in the hospital and that is gently hold her cheek and push his lips to hers. Sure, he’s not practiced but he is far from terrible at it!
This just proved that acting on instinct was a good thing! Éponine responded as best she could to the kiss, more than a little awkward herself - it wasn’t like her previous encounters had involved much of this. None of them had ever been the type to much care what she did.
Scoot inched just a little closer and moved both hands to hold her waist. Kissing was good in his book so far! Even more so when she bit down at his lip and he moved in closer. That was different. The good kind of different. The kind that actually made him shudder.
Instinct drove Éponine to lightly tangle a hand in his hair, slowly running the other down his chest. She may have been using her nails, just a little, to see what kind of reaction that got from him.
The reaction that got was him pinning her down and making the kiss deeper. Something in him just wants to have her in that position. Scoot pulled away from the kiss to breathe a bit. “I...” Okay, screw words for now. He breathed down her neck before kissing. Mostly thinking if kissing her lips was nice, why not see if other places were nice to kiss too!
That might’ve been the best reaction ever, and one that made Éponine let out a low moan into the kiss. She’d been just about to complain about him pulling away when he went for her neck, the complaints dissolving into a little moan that sounded remarkably like his name.
Scoot swallowed hard and gripped into the sheets. Mostly because what his instinct is actually telling him to do he’s not certain how to accomplish it. He sucked in his breath and tugged her shirt up and just high enough before just staring. Someone has lost a little brain function.
...Was the staring a good thing? Éponine wasn’t quite sure. She bit her lip, unsure of what she could really say. “...You okay?”
Well, that worked. Kind of. Not the best thing she could’ve said, but it was something.
“...These are nice.” So much so that he reached to take ahold of them. Warm and soft and nrgh. He’s even more uncomfortable now! All the same he went back to kissing her neck, it felt nice to do. Without realising it he brushed over her nipples and when she breathed in he jerked away. “Are you okay?”
Considering she practically whimpered when he pulled away, Éponine had to hope he had some idea. That’d been more than okay. “Completely fine... promise.”
“Okay...” Went back to her neck and took to paying close attention to her nipples. If just brushing against them had such a reaction maybe just gently flicking his thumbs over them would do even more?
Éponine couldn’t help another low moan, her back arching instinctively against his touch. Why couldn’t more people pay attention to them like this? It was something she’d only really ever gotten when dealing with herself...
He kept at it for a few moments before getting an idea. Kissing! Only there! He moved to to just kiss at one before something in him told him to run his tongue along one. He looked up for her reaction.
That? That was new. That also made Éponine’s eyes roll up in her head, just briefly, a louder moan escaping her lips.
Liking the way that made her move and sound he kept at it and began getting a little rougher with the moving of his thumb over her other nipple. At this point he’s getting a little bit impatient to deal with how uncomfortable he is. But... she had said it only was amazing for the guy usually. He’d change that somehow! He pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “So... “
He’d already made it pretty amazing for her. More than any other man had. That alone meant Éponine had no qualms about pressing further ahead with this. “So... want me to... help you?”
“Only if you get amazing from it too...” All the same his breathing is heavier and it might be obvious how painfully hard he is. He just... wanted it to be better. Even if he didn’t know what IT was.
Somehow, Éponine didn’t doubt that she would get ‘amazing’ from this, at very least. He wasn’t like the other men she’d been with, she knew that much. “I’ll guide you. Make it good for both of us.”
“...is there a way of doing this that doesn’t end in a baby because... I... Maybe when I’m a little older but...” Bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair.
That was actually a good question. Éponine had heard of ways, yes, but she’d never actually had any experience with... well, anything of the sort. “I honestly don’t know..”
Scoot tipped his head and gave a faint smile. “If a baby happens it’ll be okay. I’ll figure out how to do things somehow!” Leaned down to kiss her again and wrapped an arm around to hold her close.
That was almost a relief to hear. Éponine was just going to focus on that kiss for now, finding it a lot easier to deal with than... well, anything else at the moment. At least the closeness was nice!
Out of complete curiosity, Scoot reached down to her panties to see exactly what she had there. And the warmth he felt was nice.. the wetness was unusual. “Your clothes are wet...”
Ah. Right. She had to explain that too, didn’t she? At least it was a tiny bit easier than having to explain just what the thing between his legs was. “That’s just... how my body prepares for things like this. Makes it easier for the both of us.”
“Is it a good thing?” Bit his lip and reached down her panties this time to get a feel. It sure is different than his! He leaned up and pulled her panties down to look at it. He’s super curious okay?
“It’s definitely a good thing...” His curiosity was probably a good thing, but Éponine couldn’t help that sudden rush of nerves when he did that, half-tempted to just hide herself from him.
Probably doesn’t help that he just stares down there for a good thirty seconds before reacting. his reaction being moved to moving and shift things just to get a feel for... What it was. The fact it felt nice to do and was making it even harder to think straight was an added thing.
After a short while his attention moved to something that was swelling slightly, he moved his fingers up and down it and looked up to see if she was okay...
That was actually more than okay. So much more than okay that Éponine couldn’t help a little moan, her hips instinctively jerking up against that touch.
That just made him feel awesome! He continued to do that before his fingers slipped down and pushed up against something else. Curiosity got the better of him again and he pushed there again. “What is this?”
Éponine had to bite her lip to even remotely allow herself to speak, as caught up as she was in how this felt. This was... so unlike anything she’d been through before. “Believe it or not... that’s the answer to your painful problem.”
Thought for a few moments before looking to her. “This goes in there, right?” See, he can be smart! Even before she answers he moves to kneel between her spread legs on bent knees, running his fingers down her inner thighs. Simply because it felt right to do.
It was a good thing he’d understood, because Éponine wasn’t really sure about how else to describe what they were about to to. “It does, yeah...” His touch was... rather nice, actually, enough to make her let out a contented little noise.
“Can we? I mean..I’d really like for this to go away and maybe you can feel amazing too.” Moved to hover over her and for some reason he has a sudden wave of nerves. “This won’t hurt you, right? Could never forgive myself if it did... if you think it will, I don’t want to.”
“It shouldn’t hurt me. It’s... not like I haven’t done this before.” True, none of the others had been quite as gifted as Scoot, but Éponine wasn’t about to bring that up. It wasn’t the time or the place. “I trust you.”
Scoot kissed her once before pulling away to look down and make sure things were going where she showed they should. The moment he touched with just the head his shoulders tensed. Okay, that was nice. He took in a breath and ever so gently eased in partially, stopping to grip at the sheets because oh holy Celestia...
So far, this was actually pretty damned good. Éponine did what she could to keep her hips still, not wanting to rush him, but couldn’t help a soft moan of his name, just lightly running her nails down his back for the sheer hell of it.
“Feel okay?” Something in him wants to make sure that she is okay with this above him. No idea why.
“More than okay.” It was certainly beating the hell out of Éponine’s other experiences already. Was that the wonder of a caring lover?”
“I’m glad then...” Moved his face down to kiss at her neck as he eased all the way into her, stopping when he couldn’t go in anymore. And well, of course, the instinct is there. He started to moves hips, slowly and with only the slightest roughness to it. He has never done this before and doesn’t quite have his own rhythm yet.
He’d figure out his own rhythm soon enough, Éponine was sure. He’d already shown more aptitude for the act than several supposedly ‘experienced’ men she’d been with, and she didn’t doubt that was going to continue.
The edge of roughness was a good thing, definitely. It made her moans that tiniest bit louder, and made her jerk her hips up against him, almost an attempt to somehow get him in deeper.
That made him breathe out heavier and go harder, angling down a little. Half of him is bent on making her feel ‘amazing’, the other half is screaming to just fuck with wild abandon. Telling that latter half to shut up meant he kissed and bit down her neck and tried to just follow whenever she’d move.
Someone has a natural affinity for knowing another person’s body movements.
The bite earned an even louder moan, and a rougher jerk of her hips. So far... this was definitely beating damn near everything else she’d done. Considering they’d barely begun, that probably meant a lot.
The louder her moans got, the harder it was to ignore that other half. Struggling to find a way to decide, he chose to blend the two. He went as hard and fast as he felt he needed at the time, while also angling and going rough for her.
Does that work? He hoped it worked.
That more than definitely worked! Éponine practically gasped out his name, instinctively tightening around him as she dragged her nails down his back. Sweet Jesus, this was... were there even words? She wasn’t sure.
He took this and kept that pace for quite a while, twenty minutes or more of just switching the levels of everything without going over. It feels too good and he kind of doesn’t want to stop but something is screaming for him to.
He half wonders if she’s as... frustrated as he is now? Should he do more now?
Éponine was getting more and more frustrated as time went by. Sure, this felt incredible and amazing and... still really beyond words, she needed more. She needed him in his entirety, not held back by whatever concerns he had about this.
Attempting to vocalise that, however... “Scoot... please...”
“O...Okay.” Grunted out and just pinned her down and let everything go to the wind. Hard, fast, rough as he can get at this point in time - he will get better. he hopes. He put his head down and just moved his hips, gritting his teeth and trying to get them both feeling good.
She was right. This is amazing on his end.
Good was a bit of an understatement in Éponine’s case. She dug her nails into his back just a little rougher, daring to run them over his wings too. She’d never felt like this with a man before...
Nrgh! The touch to his wings made him shudder and go even rougher, moving to capture her lips to his own for a brief moment. He pushed his head into the crook of her neck and moaned her name low in his throat as he came and jerked ever harder into her. One hand moving to drag nails up her thigh as he moved it to wrap around him.
Instinct he swears!
Instinct was definitely working out well for him so far! Almost as soon as he did that, Éponine couldn’t hold back, coming with a rough moan of his name, almost a growl. Dear God.
Scoot pulled his face away, struggling to keep himself supported because damn. “That was.. a-” Groaned, trying to finish his own sentence.
“Amazing...?” Éponine managed a small smile, just lightly running her fingers over his wings. So, these things were sensitive? Something to keep in mind... “Just... God...”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. He moved to pull out of her so he could lay beside her but stopped when she took hold of his hips. “Éponine ...?”
“I’m not letting you slip away from me...” That’d happened all too many times to her. She’d been left alone so often, with only her thoughts for company, and she was determined to not let it happen again. Not in this new world.
“I wasn’t going to leave the bed... I was just going to make it more comfortable so.. we can like.. Sleep closer together. that’s all... But if you want to keep me inside, that’s okay.” Shifted them onto their side, legs in a position to accommodate that and pulled the blankets over them. It was starting to feel cold after all.
Instinctively, Éponine pressed closer to him, allowing the warmth to calm and soothe her. It wasn’t often she had a chance like this... “Thank you...”
“What for...” Pulled her even closer and nuzzled the top of her head. This is nice... and he doesn’t know the feeling. Can you have that kind of feeling after only 4 weeks or so? Maybe? He wouldn’t know.
If you could have the feeling after a moment, after meeting eyes across a square, having it after four weeks wasn’t too out of the question. Not that Éponine was going to bring that up, not any time soon. “For... being so kind. Staying with me.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to stay. You’re sweet and kind and smart and funny and pretty.” Poked his nose to hers before resting down to actually sleeping. He’s tired okay. and even in the dim light the outline of his jaw, neck, and shoulders are more than obvious. She lucked out didn’t she?
She honestly did... he was the sweetest, kindest man, and Éponine doubted she’d ever truly get used to it. This was a contentment she couldn’t recall ever feeling before... and honestly? She wouldn’t complain if that feeling was here to stay.