onemorelie (onemorelie) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2016-03-01 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | enjolras : franceb4pants, grantaire : onemorelie |
Who: Grantaire, Enjolras
What: Preparations
Where: Their rooms
When: about a month ago
Rating: High
Status: Closed
Grantaire hummed to himself as he brought his brush down in straight line, mapping out the streets he knew so well. He had a large rough version propped against the wall near him. They wouldn’t be bringing the baby up in their Paris, but he wanted her to know it, all the same.
He stepped back to check the lines were as straight as they should be, chewing on the end of his paintbrush.
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Enjolras had been in the kitchen. He had learned how to cook, baby food mostly but a few other proper meals too. He had learned how to make a French casserole from Frank and cooked some for himself and Grantaire. He walked back to the room with a tray in his hand. He set it down on the coffee table and walked to the door of the nursery. He smiled when he saw his husband painting. "That looks wonderful, my love."
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Grantaire turned around to face him. He took the brush out of his mouth and smiled. “Thanks. It’s … getting there.” He slid a hand through his hair, forgetting it was covered in paint. “I realised how soon she will be here this morning, thought I should get working on it properly.”
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Enjolras smiled and stepped inside the room toward Grantaire. He reached out to brush his fingers through Grantaire's hair. "You look even more handsome with paint in your hair." He leaned in and kissed him softly.
He smiled after he broke the kiss. "Yes, she will be here very soon. Would you like to take a break from painting and have dinner? I cooked us a meal."
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He grinned up at Enjolras, trying not to touch him with his paint covered hands.
“Yes. That sounds delicious. Let me wash my hands, I’ll join you in a minute.”
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"Of course," he said. He kissed Grantaire's cheek and walked back into the living room. He took a seat and waited for Grantaire.
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Grantaire joined him a minute or two later, having changed into clothes that wouldn’t get paint everywhere as well. He inhaled deeply. “Mm, that smells incredible.”
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"It is a French casserole. I believe it is the same as the one Frank made the first time he cooked for Trixie. Though I doubt it is a good as the one he made. However, it should be edible."
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“It smells more than edible. And it’s more than I could have done.”
He took a plate. “Thank you for feeding me.”
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"You are most welcome, my love," he said, smiling at him. He took his own plate and started to eat.
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Grantaire leaned against him as he started to eat.
“She'll be here in a few weeks. It's so close.” He grinned at the thought.
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He nuzzled his head against Grantaire's. "Yes, it is so close. I can still hardly believe it is happening. I am not sure I will fully believe it until we see her."
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Grantaire nodded. “I don't think I'll fully believe she's ours until then. But there's so much to do. The room is only part of it…”
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Enjolras nodded his head. Grantaire was right. There was so much to be done. "Yes, there is," he said. He worried a lot about whether he would be a good father. He wanted to be but he had no experience and was worried he would let Grantaire and the baby down.
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“Marius and Cosette said we could have some clothes Fantine wore. We’ll have to sort through them. And get more. Brooke said she would but she's already done so much.”
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"Yes, she has. Though she did request that she get to dress her," he said, smiling. "Perhaps when she is well rested and recovered she can do so."
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Grantaire smiled. “Wouldn’t hurt to let her pick some things out. Fantine’s clothes are beautiful but … frilly.”
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Enjolras wrinkled his nose. "Yes, they are rather frilly," he said. "Our daughter, Grantaire. Can you believe it?"
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Grantaire shook his head. “No. I really, really can’t.” He smiled as he finished his food.
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Enjolras finished his food also and then nuzzled close to Grantaire. "I love you, so very much."
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He smiled and kissed Enjolras back. “Love you too.” He leaned against him.
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"And she will be loved so much, too. She will always be loved. And well taken care of and protected."
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Grantaire nodded. “Exactly. As long as we do that right, we can dress her in anything that keeps her warm.”
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"Yes, we certainly can. Our child will want for nothing. We will make certain of that."
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He smiled. “She will be very well-fed. That was delicious.”
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"I am glad you enjoyed it, my love. I know you know much more about babies than I do but I want to be able to do something for her," he said.
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“I know a little but having one all the time… needing to know everything… that will be different. And you’ll learn.”
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"We will learn together as parents do," he said, smiling warmly and kissing Grantaire's cheek. "Do you need me to help with the nursery?"
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“Yes, if you want. There are three other walls to paint. And we’ll have to put furniture together when that’s done…”
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"Well I cannot paint well at all so I will leave that to you perhaps but I can do the furniture," he said.
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“Well those walls will be just plain. But the furniture would help too.”
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"Ah, in that case I can certainly help with painting the walls," he said.
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“It would be nice if we both did it. Together.”
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"Yes, it would definitely be nice," he said.
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“We could start this afternoon. I like the idea of having you around while I work.” He smiled fondly.
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"I like that idea too, and I will do my best to resist ravishing you," he said.
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Grantaire gasped. “In the baby’s room?” He said teasingly, leaning closer to him.
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"Surely you should know by now I have little problem ravishing you almost anywhere. However, I shall control myself when we are in her room."
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Grantaire laughed, sliding his arm around Enjolras’ waist. “I think, to be safe, you should ravish me before we get started. Get it out of your system.”
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He looked over at Grantaire and grinned. "That is a wonderful idea," he said.
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He grinned. “Sometimes I have those,” he said teasingly, leaning in to kiss enjolras’ neck.
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"Should we move this to our room?" he asked, moaning as Grantaire kissed his neck.
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He grinned, biting Enjolras’ neck lightly.
“I think you should ravish me right here,” he murmured.
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He let out a growl when Grantaire bit his neck.
"As you wish," he said, leaning in and kissing Grantaire deeply, fingers sliding through his hair and tugging on it.
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Grantaire moaned against Enjolras’ lips, shifting to lie back against the couch and tugging Enjolras over him.
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He shifted so he was straddling Grantaire, his fingers tugging more roughly as his hair as he grew more and more aroused.
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Grantaire arched up against him, rocking his hips against Enjolras’. He was already almost fully hard, and he could feel Enjolras get harder too. Even fully clothed, it felt amazing.
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Enjolras rocked his hips down against Grantaire eagerly, groaning against his lips. "You feel so amazing."
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“Fuck, you too. So good.” He reached down and slid his hand over the front of Enjolras’ trousers, rubbing it for a second before working it open quickly.
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He groaned loudly as Grantaire rubbed the front of his trousers. He moved his own hands to work on the fly of Grantaire's fly. He undid it and tugged his trousers down as much as he could, along with his boxers. He wrapped his fingers around Grantaire's cock and stroked him firmly.
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Grantaire gasped as he closed his fingers around Enjolras’ cock. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.”
He shifted, wriggling and tugging his trousers down further, kicking them away as he bent his knee to hook it around Enjolras’ waist. “I want you to ravish me,” he murmured.
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He gasped and moaned loudly at the feel of Grantaire's fingers on his cock.
"And I shall. I just need to get you all ready for me, first." He found the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the lube. He poured some on his fingers and moved them to Grantaire's entrance, sliding his finger inside the other man. He kissed along Grantaire neck.
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Grantaire groaned, arching against him and shuddering. “Fuck, fuck, yes,” he moaned, still stroking Enjolras firmly.
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He worked his finger slowly in and out of Grantaire and then added a second finger, moaning against the flesh of Grantaire's neck.
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Grantaire gasped, rocking eagerly against his hand. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Enjolras…”
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"I can't wait to be inside you, feeling you surrounding me. God, Grantaire, the way you make me feel. Nothing will ever feel this amazing."
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He shook his head. “It won’t. Never. I’m ready, Enjolras, so ready for you.”
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He removed his fingers from inside Grantaire and then grabbed the lube again, slicking up his cock. He moved into position and pushed himself inside Grantaire, grunting as he did.
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Grantaire moaned and tossed his head back. “Enjolras! God I love you, love you so much…”
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"Love you too. So so much. God, Grantaire. So amazing," he groaned, thrusting in and out of Grantaire.
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Grantaire nodded, his hands sliding roughly along Enjolras’ back. “Yes. More, please, Enjolras…”
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He picked up the pace and thrust hard and roughly inside Grantaire. He wrapped his fingers around Grantaire's cock and stroked him firmly.
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Grantaire gasped, nodding. “Yes, yes, like that. Fuck, Enjolras, so fucking good.”
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"You feel so good. God, oh, God," he grunted. He used his free hand to grip Grantaire's shoulder and moved even harder inside him and continued to stroke him.
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He shuddered. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. As hard as you can, as deep as you can, please…”
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He grunted and did as Grantaire requested, going as hard and deep as he could, gripping his shoulder tighter and biting down on the flesh of Grantaire's neck.
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Grantaire moaned, shuddering underneath him. He loved this, loved every second of this. Giving himself completely to Enjolras. Feeling Enjolras so deep inside him.
He groaned, hands gripping Enjolras’ hips and shuddering. He was so close.
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"Let go for me, love. I want to feel you come all over me," he groaned.
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Grantaire tossed his head back and cried out loudly as he came. He shuddered, nails digging into Enjolras’ skin.
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Enjolras followed him over the edge, crying out his name loudly as he came hard inside Grantaire, shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.
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Grantaire nuzzled his chest as he panted, recovering. “Mmm. Amazing. So fucking good.”
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"Yes," he said, breathlessly. "So good. God, it seems like it still keeps getting better. I didn't think that was possible."
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Grantaire smiled. “We’ve had a lot of practice,” he murmured, running a hand along Enjolras’ side.
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"That is true. We have. And I know it will be different when our baby girl is born but I hope we don't stop this."
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“Of course we won’t. We’ll find the time. Though it could be a while before we have much of a chance. She will take over everything, at least at first.” He nuzzled Enjolras’ cheek.
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"Oh I know. And I am perfectly okay with that. She's going to be so wonderful."
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Grantaire smiled. “We should finish our preparations, and then spend every moment until she’s born in bed together,” he said teasingly.
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"That sounds like a great idea," he said, nuzzling close to Grantaire.
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Grantaire kissed him softly then gently sat up. “Mmm, come on. Let’s get her room finished, then.”
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He got to his feet and pulled his pants up again, doing them up again. "Yes, let's," he said. "She is going to love her room and all the effort you've put into it."
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“We put into it,” Grantaire said, reaching to tug his clothes back on. He took Enjolras’ hand and led him into the nursery again.