Grantaire has a vague amibition (drinkwithme) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-02-25 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *briege, *rachel, enjolras, grantaire |
ENJOLRAS AND GRANTAIRE
JANUARY 1ST
GRANTAIRE'S ROOM
PG-13
COMPLETE |
Grantaire blinked his eyes awake, groaning. His head wasn’t pounding as much as it would normally be in the morning. And, considering he was at a party last night, he found that especially confusing. Stretching, he rolled over onto his back. And, it was then that he noticed blonde curls on the nearby pillow. He’d missed waking up next to his Apollo. But, back in Mount Weather, they had still slept in their nightclothes. Even while in eachothers arms. This time, however, there seemed to be a distinct lack of clothes. And, it took a few minutes for him to remember what happened. It had been unexpected to say the least. But, if his angel wanted to, who was Grantaire to say no. Rolling over, he cuddled up to the perfectly sculpted chest of his paramore. Nestling his dark curls on a marble shoulder. Waiting for his Apollo to wake. He’d slept remarkably soundly. He hadn’t slept that soundly in a long time. And things were...different. He could feel it. And Grantaire in his arms, while not unusual for where they had been before, it hadn’t happened here as much. And of course.. “Good morning.” he said with unusual softness. It was of course different now and he hoped he hadn’t ruined things. But then he didn’t feel worse for what they had done. He didn’t know what he felt as yet but he suspected he’d made Grantaire happy and that meant more, meant enough. Grantaire smiled softly, tilting his head up to look at Enjolras’s face. He’d noticed the softness in his voice, and couldn’t help but be pleased that he’d done that. He’d had an affect on the Amis fearless leader. “Morning, ‘Pollo” he murmured, his gaze soft with emotion, and the early morning. It being the soberest part of his day, afterall. Stretching his neck, he shifted enough to place a surprisingly chaste kiss to the blond's lips. “How are you feeling, this morning?” “Good. I...I feel good” he said simply, not quite sure how else to phrase it. He wasn’t sure that he had enjoyed the act as much as Grantaire but it had been...unexpectedly intimate. Different than he had expected. He hadn’t ever wanted it before. He hadn’t thought about it really. But he did not regret a second of his choice from the night before. He turned his head enough that he was facing him more. “Kiss me again R. You need not be so chaste” Grantaire’s eyes examined his love's face, before smiling widely at his answer. Enjolras had been one of his closest friends for a long time, and he knew this had not been something the other had ever been interested in before. The fact that he wanted to with Grantaire, and was not regretting the decision was a dream come true to the artist. “Your wish is my command, mon amour.” He replied, his eyes glinting with happiness. As he shifted into a better position to kiss the law student deeply. After a while, pulling back slightly, with a cheeky grin. “Better, mon ange?” “Better” he said once the other man had pulled back. “Then last night was not just a wonderful dream.” he said, reaching up to run fingers through Grantaire’s messy as ever hair. It seemed to grow more tousled in the mornings. “What do...what happens now. I mean, do we go about our day as ever. I expect you did not keep your partners around as long.” He was genuinely not sure how this part went, Grantaire had steered him through the rest of it. He must have an answer for this too. Grantaire couldn’t help but kiss him again, as Enjolras’s fingers ran through his hair. Put all of his love and devotion into that one intimate moment. Wrapping his arms tightly around his partner’s waist. “In some ways, this is new for me too. As you said, I didn’t not keep them around for long. A quick tumble, and then au revoir. But, it is different with you.” And it was, so very different. “Although, I think someone mentioned something about January 1st being a day off. So, we can likely stay here for a while longer yet.” “Then I’m different, I suppose I’m grateful for that.” He was almost more invested in the next kiss, it seemed more passionate he supposed. Though he supposed that was to be expected. There was nothing like that. No quick..tumble. What an odd turn of phrase. “Then we stay here. I am in no rush to leave and I don’t believe you are either.” he replied, the embrace comforting as it had started to become. And the kisses. Yes he could get used to those. There had been no one that had held his interest before Grantaire and he knew well there would be no one else that ever would. He supposed he had felt for him before he’d known how. And then the man had gone and died for him. If ever there was an eye opener. “It is new to both of us. And as such we will navigate it together, until then though…” “You have always been different, Apollo.” Grantaire had never felt so deeply for anyone, before Enjolras. He had fallen for him the moment he saw him speak. His beauty, his passion. It was the opposite of everything he was. And, he needed him. The younger man was his other half, and every second he had spent with him, he fell even further. “Until then…” The artist smiled, as he once again captured his lovers lips with his own. Determined to continue what had been interrupted by that inconvenient need to sleep. |