Scootaloo is not a chicken (notachicken) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-13 18:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
Who: Scoot and Éponine Thénardier
What:Talking about serious stuff, proposal, then NSFW stuff.
When: Backdated to after this
Where:Slightly crappy hotel.
Rating:MA for Smut and serious talk. Slight TW for stressful things.
Status:Complete
This was not how he expected anything to go, not what he expected at all for anything. He had gotten the hotel room but hadn’t gone in just yet. He picked up some road side Mexican food and a bottle of tequila before stepping in properly. He threw his coat and shirt off and got a quick shower before flopping down onto the bed and grabbing the remote.
He wondered if there was actually porn he could look into. He finished his food and rested his eyes for just a minute, not even drinking any of what he got himself.
What woke him was a knock at the door and he shouted. “DO NOT DISTURB! IT SAYS ON THE GODDAMN SIGN!”
Since when did Éponine pay attention to signs like that? It was almost like he didn’t know her... “It’s me, Scoot. Dr Croft sent me a message, and... I had to come.”
Well fuck Lara too. “Go back home.” He said a bit softer, not wanting to face her. Mostly because some of his body had changed with it. His jawline a little more defined, shoulders broader. His chest had lost the scars and were even more defined than usual and his wings were bigger. He was as if he’d been born male. And it scared him for her to see him.
Lara certainly would’ve turned that down, at least if she was half the woman Éponine thought she was. “I’m not leaving you... please, let me see you, at least.”
Scoot stood up and pushed the wrappers from his food on the floor and brushed his hair back. He moved slowly to the door and unlocked it enough for her to see. “There. You can see. Now please g-”
“I’m not going anywhere.” No matter what he said, no matter what he did, Éponine wasn’t going to leave him here on his own. She loved him, dammit, and that meant that it didn’t matter to her that he looked just a little more manly... and that he was a lot more manly in certain departments. “...You look really good, you know.”
“If you say so...” Rolled his eyes back and just moved out of the way and over to flop back onto the bed. He didn’t want to deal with much of anything right now. Too frustrated and unsure about his body. Hell, he hasn’t even tried touching down there more than to take that picture. Partially afraid it will disappear, the other part getting too attached and doing something stupid.
Éponine dared to move into the room, shutting the door behind herself. This really wasn’t a situation she’d ever expected herself to be in... Scoot had been easier to deal with because he wasn’t the average man, but this... it was so hard to reason this out in her head. “...How does it feel? I mean... to actually be in the right body...”
“I don’t know. Been too worried about how you’d react to really focus on myself. Too worried that even the knowledge of me having this now would trigger you.” There may very well be a little strain in his voice as he kept it together as best he could. Wouldn’t do much good to cry now would it?
Maybe that was exactly what he needed to do? It couldn’t hurt at this point... “Well, I know, and I’m here in front of you. I’m not triggered. Not in the slightest.”
“I... Can’t.” Scoot said as he turned his face away and down, pulling his legs up to his chest and rested his arms across them folded over each other. He really just has no idea what to do or where to go from this. Doesn’t help he hasn’t taken his medicine for his IED and its making him struggled to not explode at her for showing up.
No matter what he decided to do, Éponine was going to be with him. There was no changing that... “...Have you taken your medicine today? Just asking, because you always ask me...”
“No... Haven’t since I left last night.” Let out a heavy sigh and kept his eyes away from her which were now a similar shade of purple to his hair, if not a little lighter. Scoot tucked his wings around his shoulders and bit his lip rather hard.
“Good thing I brought it with me, then.” It’d made sense to her to do that, considering the amount of time he’d been gone. Éponine knew for a fact that he tended to skip out on his medication when things got stressful... “Please. Take it?”
Scoot sighed and went for the bottle of tequila to take it with, mostly because the water here tastes like shit and he didn’t want to take the pill down dry. That and he didn’t get a drink with his food.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea, you know.” Didn’t medicine and alcohol tend to mix pretty damn badly? That was Éponine’s experience, at very least... “I can go get you a drink. One that isn’t alcoholic.”
“If you want...” Set the bottle down beside the table again and looked at her and smiled only slightly before willing it down and putting his head back down. Someone is more than a little confused over everything.
Slight as it was, that smile was actually fairly comforting. Éponine was barely gone five minutes, having opted to grab him a drink from one of the vending machines - it was easier than going any further out, and it meant he was on his own less, so it was all good.
“Here...” Hopefully, this’d help him. She hated to see him like this.
Scoot took it and was quick with actually taking the medicine. He drank more than half before setting it on the desk beside him. “Can I say something that slightly doubles as a question?”
That was an odd way of phrasing it. “I don’t see why not?”
“I... want you to be the first to actually... touch there properly.” Nervously chewed at the inside of his cheeks.
Honestly, Éponine was surprised that he’d managed to avoid doing anything to himself... but didn’t that just prove that he wasn’t like other men? “Maybe I could...”
Sat up and went to strip off when an envelope slipped from under the pillow and onto the ground and he reached to grab it.
Éponine couldn’t help but be more than a little curious. What was that? “Is that something you can share with me, or...?”
“Don’t know... Haven’t opened it. All I know is it’s from my aunt.” That alone should be a red flag towards Éponine that he really should open it and read it.
From what little Scoot had told Éponine about his family, it certainly was a red flag. “I think you should read it. It could say something important...”
“Don’t want to. I mean... The bitch just left me at the court office without even so much as a goodbye.” And he’s going to shut up now because he has no room to talk when it comes to family. Hers was worse. Nothing in his past could ever come close to what she went though.
Yes, Éponine’s family was terrible but that didn’t mean she didn’t want Scoot to vent about his own experiences and issues. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Please. It might answer the question of why.”
Scoot looked at her before sighing and grabbed the letter and ripped it open. He unfolded it and started. “Stephanie...” That start alone was enough to make him cringe and not want to keep going. He hated that name so very, very much.
That name just wasn’t him. Maybe, just maybe, Éponine could work with that kind of thing on him... she wasn’t sure how, but she’d figure it out. “That’s not you any more, Scoot... I don’t think she’d know your actual name.”
He wouldn’t focus too much on it, just kept reading. “You should be about seventeen or older when you get this. I told the mail service to deliver it to you at a certain place, but if this is farther along in your age then it means you were moved around too much - no shit...” He mumbled and slouched down. “This is to tell you exactly what happened the events leading up, the day before, and the day after your parents’ death. It’s something you deserve to know, but weren’t allowed to until now for the sake of your safety.” Scoot arched an eyebrow and looked up to Éponine.
This was... strange. And also more than slightly ominous. Éponine wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “This has to be one of the oddest things I’ve heard for a while.”
Scoot turned back to it and continued reading this. “There were problems with your father. He never quite could get himself to get your mother pregnant. They tried anything natural they could because neither of them actually had a proper job that could afford much in the way of fertility help from a professional. .There was a man, that your father described of beer, piss, and cheap dime store cologne. He said that this man overheard their plight and was willing to offer a deal. A shady loan to get the IVF, that he’d have to repay over the course of three years. Desperate the give your mother the child she always wanted, he agreed and four months of the therapy for it, your mother became pregnant with you. And I’d never seen your father more proud, or your mother so happy as I did when they showed you to me.” His hands might be shaking just a little.
Whilst that description sounded more than a little... familiar to Éponine, she wasn’t about to comment. It wouldn’t do to jump to conclusions, not when it came to something as sensitive as this... especially when she could only assume things were about to go rather downhill.
“The morning of your third birthday, there was a knock at the door and three men grabbed you and your father and took you to their building. He was questioned and he pleaded for a little more time That he had just been promoted and would be able to give him double if he’d just give them more time. The man seemed pleased with the prospect of double, but not before giving you that tiny little scar at the hairline behind your ear.” Instantly moved to hold at it. Scoot really didn’t want to read any more but he had to. He’d gone this far after all. “Three more years past and your parents were having horrible money troubles because of a foreclosure of their house for a missed payment. You were given into my care for a few days while they pleaded with this man and his wife. The next day, they took you and sat you down with a group of girls in hopes that maybe it would get to their hearts. But it was quite obvious, he told me, that they didn’t have one. They fled with you while their men chased after and gave you into my care again. They explained what was happening, and what they were going to do. I begged them not to at first, but there was no convincing them not to. They got into the car and cut the brake line before and just took off after kissing you goodbye as you slept.” Bit his lip rather hard. This is not pleasant at all to read.
“...What the hell.” Something about this was... vaguely, vaguely familiar to Éponine. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it... and honestly, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to.
“I knew that there was only so much I could do, my name was already imprinted in their book. The Thénardier family not that well favoured in letting just anyone close to the family they were after live. So... I dropped you off at the courthouse, signing off all rights. I know it sounds heartless, but I had to. I jumped off a bridge not too many weeks after, after setting all your father, your mother, and myself owned into a little warehouse where no one could find it. Enclosed is the key and the location. We figure they wouldn’t go looking for you all over the country, you were just a child. And if they did, you would be moved around so much that they would hopefully grow tired of looking. This is my hope. And the hope that you can forgive us for what we did in the name of your safety. With all the love and hope I can give to you, in the honour of your parents. Goodbye, good life. Your aunt Hilary.” And it’s the name that’s making his shoulders tense and slightly pull away.
...So, that was why it’d seemed familiar. Éponine knew that there wasn’t much she could’ve done at the time, but... it didn’t stop her from feeling terrible about it. “Scoot, I... I’m sorry. For what my parents did.”
Scoot shook his head and threw the paper across the room and pulled entirely away from her. He’s really not sure how to react. Anger? Frustration? Confusion? Or how about all of the above. He went to the bathroom and slammed the door shut before stripping down and turning the cold water on alone and let the frigidness of it attempt to shock him out of anything he would do or say that he’d regret in the long run.
Éponine had no idea what she could do. Her parents, her family, had been responsible for... almost everything that’d happened to Scoot. It certainly wasn’t good for her mental state in the slightest, but... dammit, she could be strong, even if only this once.
He had enough to deal with right now. She didn’t want to be adding to it.
On one hand, he was grateful that he was even here, even close to living because of the situation he was in. But if her parents had been anything close to decent, he could have had a normal life. As normal as a trans* man’s life could be. The cold water helped a little bit and he dried off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and came out dabbing a towel over his face. Setting the cloth aside he just looked at her. “Does this mean we met when we were younger?”
Éponine could only shrug. “We might’ve. I don’t remember a lot.”
“You should know I don’t put any blame on you at all...” Moved to sit next to her and picked up the key from the envelope. “Just means I don’t like how much more of a connection I have to your family. And am now terrified of them finding out...”
“That’s why I’m trying to keep them from finding out anything about us. I can’t risk either of my parents finding us, or finding my siblings...” Honestly, Éponine was more than a little terrified of what they might do - they’d always abused the power they’d had over them, and if they found them again...
It was going to be even worse. She knew that much.
“I’ll be honest... Part of me is scared to continue being with you now.” Put his head down and dared not look at her at all. It’s not like she had any control over her parents and what they found out. But it was still too close for comfort.
Oh God. No. Not like this. Éponine wasn’t going to allow herself to cry, to do anything like that... not when there was still a chance that she could fix this. “Please. Don’t.... don’t put me in with them. I’m not like them, you know I’m not...”
“I know you’re not... But if they found you, and I went to protect you... They’d know because I look like my father in the only picture I found and they’d kill me on the spot. Then who’d protect you?” The slight tinge in her voice is starting to distract him, at very least.
“I wouldn’t let them hurt you... they’ve hurt too many people already, and if they just hurt me... it’s nothing they haven’t done before.” Éponine could take a lot of pain for the sake of the people she loved. Scoot was, naturally, no exception.
“And I wouldn’t want that to happen... Éponine, do you honestly think its safe for either of us to be together?” Looked at her, dead serious in his question. He’s really thinking of their safety... It’s part of loving her. And even if it would kill him, her being safe is all that matters to him.
“I don’t care if it’s safe or not!” It was steadily taking more and more effort for Éponine to keep herself even remotely calm. He had to know what she felt about things like this, had to... “I don’t care if the whole world goes to hell, just as long as we can be together...”
“Éponine...” It’s all he can really say, part of him is still stuck in wanting to keep her safe, the other part is slowly getting rather guilty.
There wasn’t much more Éponine could really say. Instead of words, she moved to yank him down into a kiss - it may’ve been almost bruisingly hard, but she didn’t care. Anything to get the message through.
The kiss was a huge surprise, one that completely threw him off guard. He moved to tangle a hand in her hair and kiss back in kind, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling he was having to just jump her right now. But that may be his other brain talking. Which was easily ignored, of course.
When he pulled away he got rather worried. “Oh god... Please don’t cry. Please don’t.” Tried to brush her tears away as quickly as they poured from her eyes.
“Please... don’t leave me...” Éponine hated the fact that this’d gotten her to cry, but... it wasn’t like she could help it. Not at this point. “I need you in my life, and I don’t want to think about it without you, and... please...”
“Oh... Éponine.” Scoot took in a deep breath and looked at her. “You want to stay with me forever, right?”
Éponine nodded. “As long as you’ll let me be with you...”
Scoot nodded and kissed her cheek before standing to grab his overnight bag for this trip and pulled out something. It wasn’t a box, just a little velvet purple bag... He handed it to her. Inside it was a ring, only the engagement ring. The wedding band was at home on its own for a surprise when the time came after, hopefully, a long engagement. This to help her mind, and to set in his mind that it was forever. “Look inside. And if I have to ask it, I will.”
What in the world...? It’d seemed a little odd at first, but then, after Éponine had opened up that little bag... she may have briefly forgotten that the world, as a whole, existed. He honestly thought she was worthy of something like this? It was... almost impossible to believe. “Is this what I think it is...?”
She didn’t want to jump to conclusions. She had to be sure.
“An engagement ring? Yeah.” Gently took her hand and the ring and slipped it onto her finger before kissing just above it. “I know it’s a shitty time to bring it up...And we might not go through with everything for a while...” He has to get his gender legally changed after all! “But... Will you marry me?”
Things like that were why they had a lawyer. Or, well, why Michiru had a lawyer that she kind of loaned out to the two of them... not that thoughts like that were anywhere near Éponine’s mind at that particular moment in time. In place of an answer, she simply yanked him into a kiss, as fierce and passionate as she could manage.
Words were overrated. Clearly.
Kissed back and rested his hands on her hips before pulling away. Like her, he needs to hear it. Just to make it real. “Can I please hear your answer?” Bit his lip and sucked in his breath. He needed it just as much as she did.
Éponine could understand that. Hearing it always made things feel that little bit more real, made it seem like less of a dream. “Of course I’ll marry you...”
Smiled and kissed her forehead. “Can we... celebrate? I can go get.. protection while you go flail at your sister and brother?” Smirked.
He was so subtle. Éponine rolled her eyes and poked him in the shoulder, just for good measure. “You go do that. I’ll go text pretty much everyone I know...”
Scoot just chuckled and got dressed quickly as he could and headed out.
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When he came back, he brought with him dinner for both of them, lube, and more than plenty condoms for what he’d need. The lady at the counter must have turned several bright shades of red as she rang it all up. Which amused him to no end.
He got into the hotel room to find her in only panties and bra and he coughed. “Éponine...”
What, he’d expected her to keep her clothes on? That just wasn’t Éponine’s way! Especially not when she was left on her own for any amount of time... “Yes, Scoot?”
“Y-you... Just.” The more Scoot looked, the more it became very obvious being properly male was going to take some getting used to. Because now things were very uncomfortable. His face surely showed it at very least. He set everything down beside the bed and sat on the covers beside her, putting his hands into his lap to hide it. “Didn’t expect you to be... Mostly naked is all.”
He wasn’t complaining, was he? Normally he liked her like this... then again, he’d never had an actual... thing to deal with. “I can get dressed again. I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable...”
“N-no... It’s really okay. Might seem weird but... The uncomfortableness is rather nice.” Ran a hand over his neck, guessing that makes no sense whatsoever. His eyes may very well just be scanning over her entire body, taking in every tingle of warmth down there looking at her is causing.
It didn’t actually seem that weird. Éponine could realise that actually being able to feel something like that would make him feel... well, more manly, more convinced that he was actually in this body. “If you insist. Offer’s still there.”
“I got you something to eat. “ Reached over to pull the sub sandwich for her first, before grabbing his and the cheetos for them to split. “You like the ring, right?” He’s a little worried about it, okay?
That was something that Éponine couldn’t understand. The ring was beyond gorgeous... “I love it, Scoot. Even if I’m not sure I deserve anything like it.”
Scoot squinched up his face and looked at her. “Now look here, missy! You deserve a whole lot and if you don’t start believing me I am going to tickle you to death.” Nodded once rather sage like.
...Seriously? Éponine couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Fine... I’ll work on it.”
“Good girl!” And that was said without any negative tone in his voice. He was being extremely playful now!
Playful could definitely be a good thing, even if it might not exactly be conductive to them ‘celebrating’. “If we’re going to get married, I kind of have to work on believing you...”
And that made him smile wider than was probably expected. He focused on eating and just looking at her. “I love you... Sorry for being an emo face and debating anything close to breaking up with you.”
“I love you too. Even with your occasional emo moments.” They didn’t happen often! Just often enough that Éponine knew how to help sometimes.
Scoot dared reach his hand over to run up and down her thigh, smiling at her. “You’re seriously amazing and I don’t know what I’d do without you... Seriously.”
That was actually kind of a nice feeling... something that Éponine had, honestly, never thought she’d think when with a man. Yet more proof that Scoot was unique? “There are more amazing people than me out there. I just try my best.”
“You’re the most amazing to me? Does that count for something?” He’s still rather unsure of actually doing this because of everything he’s heard from her and from Gav about cismen. Part of him still wanted it to actually go away because then she wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
“I guess it does.” Honestly, for all Éponine’s bad experiences... she didn’t group Scoot in with those kinds of men. He’d always been fantastic at ignoring his own desires and needs if he ever did anything that made her uncomfortable, always been incredible at making her feel safe and wanted. “...Are you okay?”
He just seemed... off slightly. Was she just imagining things, or...?
Scoot sighed and focused on his food still before talking. He kept his head down of course, and a lot of what he says is only a little louder than a murmur. “My head is telling me yay, that it’s finally where it should be and that everything is finally perfect... But my heart is saying no because every man you’ve been with has hurt you and I don’t want to be grouped there or seen as that because I actually have male parts. I’d rather still have the packer than...” Swallowed hard. “Than this if it meant you being perfectly comfortable with me in every way.”
Éponine bit her lip. Was there even an easy way to go about this...? She kind of doubted it, really. “You’re still you, Scoot. Still the man I love. Things might be a little different, but... that doesn’t change how I feel about you. Doesn’t change that I feel safe with you.”
He just shook his head and set the foot aside before going over to lean on the window, looking at the park across from the building. He knows he’s being rather depressing, he can’t help it. Just when he was getting used to the packer, of it being something to help calm the dysphoria if he looked the right way at it, this shows up and changed everything. It didn’t change the way he feels about her, nothing could, and he’s never going to leave her... But he doesn’t know if he will ever feel comfortable enough sleeping with her that way. Feel comfortable enough to actually use it. Leaned to set his elbows on the ledge and dropped his head into his open palms.
“...At least talk to me, please. Let me know how I can help you.” There had to be a way. Éponine wasn’t going to let him struggle with this alone.
“I really don’t know if there’s a way you can. This is all in my head and not even I understand it. I just know that... I had just gotten used to being with you sexually. How to work the packer just right to get you. And that... I understood it wasn’t actually me. I understood it wasn’t the same. That it was colder and felt different. And I accepted that.”
“And now, things are... well, far more real?” Surely there’d be some kind of link between how good he was with the packer and his new-found dick. It wasn’t like you could unlearn things like that. “Some things might be the same. Others... we can learn, right?”
He kept his head down, digging his nails down his scalp. For the longest time there was always dysphoria blocking any and all other deeper emotions. And with that gone, with his body being right it was all there able to be felt and coping with it was more than a little overwhelming.
Éponine pushed herself up off the bed, coming up behind him and gently wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know it can’t be easy... but I’m here. And I want to help.”
Softly closed his eyes and just leaned a little more into her embrace. “I know you’re here, you’ve always been here for me. Can I turn around and kiss you?”
“Of course you can...” Kissing had always been pretty safe in Éponine’s mind. Mostly because it was very, very rare that anyone would try to force it.
Scoot pulled her hands off his waist and turned around. He ran his fingers from her temple, down to her chin before tipping her head up so he only had to lean down a few inches to gently press his lips to hers. It wasn’t anything too intense, nothing more than their lips just being pushed together.
Did they really need intensity at this point? Éponine was mostly just concerned with helping him, with somehow getting him to feel better about himself... gentle kissing was clearly a good way of distracting him, at very least.
He let out a little purr into the kiss, moving his hands to take a gentle hold of her waist and pulled her closer. Sure there was the chance she’d feel him, but he just wanted her close as she could get.
It was certainly a... different sort of feeling, she’d give it that much. Éponine was refusing to think too hard on it, mostly for the sake of her own sanity, but also because it just wouldn’t do to get distracted right now.
Scoot pulled from the kiss and pushed his face to her neck. If she as sensitive there as she was when they made love, she’d feel the droplets of tears. He really can’t help it. Years of everything being wrong finally becoming right that his mind was just not coping well.
Maybe it was a good thing that he was crying. Éponine knew the value of being able to vent like that, crying out the worst of it all... she’d done it often enough throughout her life. “If there’s anything more I can do...”
“It’s something that might be difficult for you though...” He knows what can and can’t mess with her mind.
“Sometimes, we have to take that risk.” If they avoided everything that might be difficult for her, Éponine was fairly sure they’d do nothing.
“Let me undress and you just look at me nude...” Bit his lip and just looked at her. He knows this is taking a risk. “We don’t have to at all...”
It was a risk, yes, but it was one that she was very much willing to take. “Alright. We can do this.”
Scoot moved her to sitting on the couch before pulling away and lifting his shirt off again. He actually had the lights on now she’d see things properly. Next came pushing both boxers and jeans down and off and kicked to the side. He’s not even going to look down, not feeling well enough to. The expression on his face may very well be terrified, if not a little less than that.
Well. He was certainly... impressive, Éponine would give him that much. In all honesty, he wasn’t too different from how he’d been before... sure, there was the occasional thing that’d become more masculine, but... largely? He wasn’t all that different. “You still look pretty damn good. If you ask me.”
“Really? Nothing that will trigger you at all?” Yet again, his only concern is how she was, how her mind was. It’s all he really cared about in all honesty.
It was so strange, even now, that he cared more about her than almost anything else. Éponine would probably never adjust to it completely, considering how long she’d had to put up with the exact opposite for. “You’re still you. Shouldn’t be any risk of triggering me.”
Scoot let out a little sigh and slowly moved closer. “Éponine... My fiancée... Can we make love as if it were entirely your first time. As if nothing happened in your past. Your first time with me properly as a man, my first time with a woman as one. Letting go of all past times. Just you and I, together...” If she said no, he would still be perfectly okay with it.
Some part of Éponine did want to say no, but that was the part that always seemed to... have issues with the concept of being intimate like this. Certainly a part she could ignore, and one she planned on ignoring until it went away entirely. “I’d like that...”
“I’m glad for that...” Smiled and moved to clear the bed off and dim the lights only slightly before pulling her into a deep kiss, his hands staying above chest level at just her shoulders. He knew to start slow, to keep his hands up until she showed any sign of her allowing him to go any further.
That was just part of why Éponine loved him. She lightly tangled a hand in his hair, responding as best she could to the kiss... this was already rather nice, she’d admit that much.
The hand in his hair was nice, and it’s not long before he relaxed completely and warmed into the kiss. The touch of her lips more than enough to make him let out a contented purr. He loved this woman so, so much.
God, she loved it when he made noises like that. Something about being able to make him feel good just... seemed right to her. Not just in a sexual sense, obviously.
Pushed a little closer, tilting his head so he can start to deepen the kiss. He smiled and ever so gently bit on her lip whilst brushing one hand up and down her upper arm. Scoot was determined to make this good.
Éponine didn’t doubt that he’d make this amazing. She couldn’t help a little moan at the bite, gentle as it was - it was just one of those many weakpoints of hers, ones that she had no objections to Scoot exploiting as and when he desired.
Scoot pulled away and nipped down her jaw line before nibbling at her ear a few times, daring to brush up to cup at her breasts. He hoped that wasn’t too much of a jump for how he usually did things. He just missed touching her.
It wasn’t that much of a jump. It was certainly something that Éponine could more than cope with. She let out a low moan, her back arching slightly into his touch - if that wasn’t enough of a hint that things were okay, she had no idea what would be.
Sucked in his breath and kissed down her neck before capturing a nipple in his mouth and used his free hand that wasn’t holding him up to pinch and twist roughly at her nipple. This was always a bit addictive to do to her.
Éponine couldn’t help a rough moan, or the slightest jerk of her hips. The man knew how to get to her good, it had to be said...
Of course he did! How many nights had they spent rolling in the sheets after all? Scoot gently bit down once before pulling away and blowing where his spit would still be slick along her. Just for a reaction of course!
Many, many nights. Éponine’d certainly lost count somewhere along the way... him doing that made her gasp, her back arching slightly, just to try and somehow regain that all-too-brief sensation.
“Heh... You need something, babe?” Gave a little evil smirk.
Evil bastard. He was clearly lucky that she loved him. “I swear, if you don’t do something more...”
“What do you want? I will do anything you want me to...” Kissed down her neck and reached to just pinch and twist at her nipples...
Which was actually kind of cruel, in a way. Éponine’s instincts largely took hold, her back arching into his touch as a rough moan escaped her lips. “I... just want you. Can’t think of any other way to put it...”
“I want you too.. But there are things I want to do that I don’t know if you will let me do.” Ran a hand through her hair and kissed down her neck, trying to coax her into saying exactly what he can do.
There had to be specifics? That was oddly evil. “I’d let you do almost anything, Scoot. I know you’re not like... other men.” And the less Éponine thought on that, the better. The last thing she needed to do was end up triggering herself. “How about we start with you just... making love to me?”
“I can more than handle that...” Kissed her cheek before moving to kiss her as he reached for a condom and slipped it on his hard cock. Easing her legs gently apart he rubbed the head of it up and down her slit to separate the folds to make entry easier. He wouldn’t enter just yet, despite how amazing it felt already. He was better than that.
He was better than damn near every man on the planet. That he was willing to be patient with her, and gentle, and kind and... everything Éponine could ask for... it just made him the most incredible man in the world to her. “How does it feel? Just... curious.”
“Like nothing I ever dreamed it to be... And yet better than I ever hoped.” Scoot dared to push the head in only an inch at max, kissing down her neck and running hands up and down her sides and tried to resist his most carnal instincts to push in and just start fucking her.
That he could ignore those instincts just made him all the more amazing. Éponine couldn’t help a soft moan, tipping her head to give him better access to her neck - she liked it when he did things like that, okay? It was something that most men she’d had the misfortune to sleep with just didn’t bother with.
He pulled his face away to look at her. “May I go further in, gorgeous?” Scoot felt it would help her to not only ask... But also to call her that. In fact.... “On second thought. You move my hips. As far in as I’m allowed in, you pull me... You do the work.”
That was power that Éponine hadn’t expected to ever be given. It felt... odd, really - to suddenly have all the power in a situation like this... that was almost unheard of. “You never stop amazing me...”
She slipped her hands to rest on his hips, tugging him a little deeper inside. So far? This felt pretty damned amazing.
Scoot groaned but kept himself in control, it wasn’t in him to go any further than she would allow. He loved her too much to give her anything less than that.
Well. It was now or never. Éponine bit her lip slightly, just to focus herself, and pulled him the rest of the way inside her, unable to help a soft moan - okay, that felt so much better than the packer...
And of course it felt better for him because it was his actual dick! He pulled from the kiss and looked down at it, mostly still in awe that he had one. “Oh god this feels incredible... Never thought I’d...”
“Kind of amazing, huh...?” The simple idea of being with a man like this, at any other time, probably would’ve triggered Éponine to hell and back... but with Scoot, things were so, so different. The past honestly didn’t matter right now.
“Just a lot. Thank you for letting me do this. I love you so, so much.” Kissed down her neck, trying not to move just yet, waiting for her to signal that he could.
“I love you too...” More than Éponine could ever put into words, honestly. She didn’t keep him waiting too long, moving to wrap her arms around his neck, just so she could lightly drag her nails along his shoulders. “I think I’m okay.”
This wasn’t rushing it. This was simply what it felt natural to do.
Scoot slowly began moving his hips to start some friction, nothing too much, nothing to fast - just savouring and enjoying every inch of her. Every fold, every rough spot that tugged on his, the warmth, the wetness, the tightness. It was incredible and something he thought he’d never feel.
For Éponine, this was nothing short of a miracle. A damned amazing one at that, one that seemed incredibly likely to drive her insane before too long... whenever he angled just right, she couldn’t keep herself from moaning - just soft little moans, nothing too loud.
Kissed down her neck, biting down gently when he felt like it. He sped up just a little and tried to move his hips and body in such a way that his lower stomach brushed against her clit while he fucked her.
When he managed the angle to exploit all that just right, Éponine couldn’t help a louder moan, digging her nails into his shoulders slightly. God, he was good with that thing...
Breathed heavily against her ear, trying not to get to loud himself with rough moans and low grunts. But try as he might it was unavoidable. It felt incredible, beyond that really. Daring to speed up a little, he helped her by reaching up to twist and gently pull at one of her nipples, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth.
Dear God, he was intent on driving her completely and utterly insane. Éponine couldn’t help moaning out his name, her hips instinctively jerking up against him.
“Oh god...Babe...” Gritted his teeth and pushed his face to her neck, going faster and harder. Because oh fuck this was great. He’s so insanely close, but holding out for her sake, no matter how much it rather hurt keeping back.
It wasn’t like Éponine wanted him to hold back, or hold out, or... anything like that. She wanted him, in as many ways as she could have him, and that... well, it was just part of it all, wasn’t it?
Not that she wasn’t close or anything. In fact... it wasn’t much longer at all until she came, and pretty hard, with a veritable scream of his name.
It was the scream that set him off, giving three very hard thrusts in before biting her neck to keep the growl of her name he let out too loud. Holy hell that was good. When the waves of endorphins lessened even a little he push his forehead to her shoulder and just tried to catch his breath.
That’d certainly been... something else. Éponine wasn’t quite sure of how to phrase that... or, indeed, how to make any coherent sense at this precise moment in time. “...Damn.”
Scoot took her close and lifting the hotel’s blankets over them and gently kissed her neck. “I love you...” As he spoke he drifted off to sleep, still holding rather tightly.