"You sure have a lot of pillows." Who: Éponine Thénardier and Scootaloo What: She needs comforting. He’s more than willing. When: After these texts Where: The Thénardiers’ flat. Or, well, the one they now share with Seiya. Rating: Assume the worst. NC-17 for swearing, making out and kind of sexytimes. Trigger warnings for abuse, references to prostitution. Status: Complete.
God, she hated this. Éponine had been fine with this insanity when she and Gavroche had just been singing the most ridiculous songs they could think of, but now... that last one had been painful, and she hadn’t been able to stop it. She was damn near on the verge of a trigger, and it was only the thought that, maybe, Scoot could help that was keeping her from it.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t take too long to get there...
As stated in the last text, he was there and waiting by the door. He knew better than to knock. He’d brought with him something he hoped would help. Inside a little bag, was a stuffed cat. Just a black kitty with a red bow. It was old, seemingly nearly as old as Scoot was. And part of the ear looked like it had to have been sewn shut. He’d had it with him every night, every house, every long car ride or plane ride to another foster family. And it smelled of... him. So it might help if he left it with her when he couldn’t get to her.
Éponine forced herself to send a quick text in response before she got up, still trying to keep her mind focused away from the... terribleness she’d ended up singing. She couldn’t even explain it. She could only hope it wouldn’t happen again.
When she answered the door, it took all of her strength not to just... well, tacklehug him. She needed human contact right now, something to ground herself with, and she just wasn’t sure how she was going to get that. “I’m so glad you’re here...”
Scoot gently took her hand and stepped in, locking the main door, and the many deadbolts to make sure she heard them before gently and rather slowly wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her pushed his cheek to her ear and gently traced patterns over her upper back to comfort her. “Shh... It’s okay.” With the other hand he still held the plastic bag with the stuffed cat in it.
This was nice... it’d help, in the long run, but right now... well, Éponine could try and force herself to focus on his touch. She could ignore the associations, just focus on it being him. “Thank you... so much.”
True, he hadn't done much yet, but he’d come over when she asked. That was definitely what mattered.
“Where do you want me to hold you? You choose, then I give you what I brought. You’ll like it. I promise...” Held it up. She wouldn't be able to see through the bag, but she could see that it wasn’t the shape of anything sexual or bad. “And I will hold you for as long as you need...”
And that, really, was an important thing. Éponine wouldn’t be able to handle anything terrible, or even remotely sexual, until she’d calmed down. “I... you don’t mind taking this to my bedroom, right? I’m... it’s safe in there.”
Everyone had their own safe zones. Hers just happened to be her bedroom.
“That’s alright. Wherever you are most comfortable.” He smiled and held her shoulders as they headed to the bedroom, the only article of clothing he removed was his jacket. It was warmer in here than it had been in the coolness of the night.
He took seat on her bed, moving the pillows to accommodate them both and there were... loads. “You sure have a lot of pillows.” He wasn’t trying to tease, just making a general statement.
She had her reasons, and it made for good pillow fights with Gavroche. Not that Éponine was going to admit they were so ridiculous sometimes... “I can make a pretty impressive pillow fort when I want to.”
“Pillow forts are fun!” He set things as he wanted before holding his arms out for her to sit against him. “Come here, angel... I’ll keep you safe from whatever haunts you.” He’d protect her with his life if he had to. Take any pain.
She wouldn’t want him to do that. Éponine had been through more than her fair share of pain in her life, taken so much for her siblings, that she wouldn’t want to put anyone else through anything even close. She shifted to sit against him, just his presence and his closeness managing to help.
“That’s a big job to take on...” Honestly, the things that haunted her... it’d probably be years before their therapist even made a dent in it.
“Then I’m willing to hold that responsibility...” Scoot said with a smile and tucked her ever closer before handing the bag with the plushie inside. “I had this... Every day since I became an orphan. I was seven or so... It was a gift from my mother to hold onto when things scared me...” bit his lip and watched her open it. “Take good care of him, okay?”
That was a big, big thing to give her. Éponine wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to top that, ever be able to... well, give him anything that meant even remotely as much. She hadn’t brought much from her past when she’d run away, for obvious reasons. “...I’ll take incredibly good care of him. I promise.”
“His name is Chitter... So. Yeah.” Stroked the stuffed kitten’s ear before pushing it closer to her. “He’s yours now... He’ll keep you safe when I can’t come over...” Not that there would be many times where he couldn't!
Something that Éponine would be eternally grateful for! “I can’t thank you enough... I don’t know if I’ll be able to top this, you know.”
“You don’t have to...” He set both arms around her. “Want to talk about what song it was?”
It wouldn’t hurt to talk about it, would it? Especially not now that he was here... being in his arms made Éponine feel safe, and protected, and that was clearly what mattered right now. “I’d never even heard it before. It’s... unpleasant.”
In fact, that may well have been an understatement. She never wanted to hear anything even remotely like that ever again.
“There’s sadly a lot of music like that...” Moved a hand up to run his fingers through her hair, smiling and gently humming something to soothe and comfort her. Just a lullaby he knew by tune alone.
Whatever it was, it certainly worked. Éponine could feel herself relaxing in his arms, the fingers through her hair making her let out a contented little noise. This man knew how to work her already, how to calm her down when everything seemed terrible and beyond hope.
Most definitely a keeper. No matter what else the universe threw at them.
“Mind telling me what song? You’re safe here, they’re just words. Words written by some shitty person obviously.” He continued brushing fingers through her hair, trying to keep her calm and relaxed as he possibly could.
Considering Éponine’d never heard the damn thing before, it wasn’t exactly like she should know what it was. Maybe it was by some quirk of the universe that she did - some kind of awareness brought on by the inexplicable singing. “I think it’s called... Down with the Sickness? Wasn’t pleasant. Don’t ever want to hear it again.”
Scoot went quiet for a second, thinking on if he’d heard it... The one part I did know made him cringe. “Oh Angel...”He pulled her even closer, and because it felt right to do, he tipped his head and gently kissed her. Nothing too firm, but definitely not the little gentle pecks they had been doing over the course of dating.
Now, that was nice. It was a surprise, yes, but one that Éponine could honestly become more than used to. She instinctively tangled a hand in his hair, trying to respond as best she could to the kiss.
Kissed her a bit deeper, moving a hand down to brushing down her side and to her hip. He only pulled it away for fear of it either having triggered her already, or triggering her if he left it there too long.
Actually, it’d been having the exact opposite sort of reaction. Not breaking the kiss, and if anything trying to match his little improvements, she gently took his hand, guiding it back to her hip. If that wasn’t enough to convince him that she was perfectly fine with this, she wasn’t sure what else would.
Scoot’s eyes went wide despite continuing the kiss, more shock that he’d managed to get her this calm in such short amount of time. He took a gentle hold at her hip, moving behind her back and pushed her against his hips. Only firm enough that she could feel the packer there and he could feel pressure against it. Just something to help his manliness in his mind. He softened his expression and closed his eyes again, daring to flick his tongue over her bottom lip.
Kissing was pretty much the ultimate distraction in Éponine’s eyes. It was a luxury she’d rarely been allowed, something that was almost completely and utterly free of any negative implications - the occasional ‘client’ who’d forced it and bitten her aside. Scoot was... completely different. Gentle and loving and everything she could ask for.
It was completely instinctive that she rocked her hips up against his, and she’d apologise profusely if that made him dysphoric. As focused as she was on the kiss, she wasn’t really entirely aware she’d done it...
The light rocking against him pushed it just so against him and his broke the kiss to moan and look at her with little shock. It was different okay, and not something he was really used to. “Éponine...” Not that he really minded, and there was a little idea forming in his head of what they could possibly do.
The moan seemed to at least imply that was a good thing. Éponine lightly ran her fingers through his hair, just for the absolute hell of it... she liked doing it. It was a good kind of contact, one she wanted to make the most of. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I made you feel... strange.”
“It did the far opposite of it...” His cheeks might be a few shades of pink. Scoot leaned into the touch of her hand before gently moving to pin her down by gently holding her shoulders. He smiled and went back to kiss her and ever so gently eased her legs slowly apart and pushed his hips to hers to make contact. They could do things whilst still fully clothed, right? It was a way he learned in sex ed one time so.
That they could do! It’d be one way to vent Éponine’s terrible, terrible frustration... she gasped into the kiss when he pressed just right, her hips jerking up against him.
Scoot smirked in triumph through the kiss, daring to yet again flick his tongue over her lips and push between them if she’d let him. He continued that angle, just gently brushing up against her, mostly focused on just her pleasure above all else. And it helped with his dysphoria, which was always a plus.
Something that Éponine would more than allow. She parted her lips, unable to hold back a soft moan. He’d gotten her to what she could only call a comfortable state of submission... anything he wanted, any desire, she’d be more than willing. Trying to force herself into a more active role, she jerked her hips up against him, trying to remember the exact way Michiru’d told her would work... sure, she’d meant for it to be done during sex, but you never knew.
She didn’t want this to be entirely about her, after all.
Eased his tongue further in, searching out hers to play with before moaning and having to jerk his hips up more firmly. It might not have been perfect, but it was something and it was nice. He kept the angle, trying to help her whilst still helping himself and it was working. The fact this was their first time attempting this meant the naughty erotic aspect would be stronger.
Scoot broke the kiss to moan a little louder, this time her name in a very low and rough voice.
That might’ve been far too hot. Éponine couldn’t help a soft moan of his name, almost in answer, before she tugged him back into the kiss, still trying to find that angle that worked for the both of them... even if things were pretty damned amazing at this point.
He grunted and rubbed a little rougher, firmly planting his knees so keeping a rather steady pressure against her was easier. He broke the kiss to gently kiss down her neck nipping occasionally. “Ah... This feels good... I’m so.. Hard.” Yeah saying that may have broken his brain.
God, that felt good. Éponine couldn’t help a low moan, or a rougher jerk of her hips. Self-control was quickly becoming an issue... she dug her nails into his shoulders, just lightly. “Amazed you can even think... never felt anything this hard...”
That was one way to break his thinking right there. He just brushed it firmer against and with it all they managed to find an angle that worked for them both. “Oh fuck...”
That’d been half the point of saying it! That new angle made her swear under her breath, digging her nails in a tiny bit rougher. “God, yes...”
“Feel good? Me rubbing against you? I know it’s not... Sex but...” Bit down harder at her neck, feeling the friction increase. This felt far too good, seriously. Amazing in his book.
It was close enough to sex by Éponine’s standards. She knew that it’d likely be months before they actually... committed to that kind of level. The bite made her let out a rough moan, tipping her head back to give him better access. “It feels incredible... might have to do things like this more often...”
They really should do this more often. He’s so insanely close from this that the humping of his hips is faster and harder, biting down roughly at her neck until he came rather hard with a growl of her name right in her ear.
It was the growl that set Éponine off, combined with that bite. When she came, it was with a scream, her hips roughly jerking up against him... her breathing was more than a little screwed up, to say the least. “Fucking... hell.”
That bite was going to mark, she was fairly sure, but she didn’t care. She could cover it up if she had to, and it’d be fun to traumatise Gavroche with the sight of it.
Scoot breathed out heavily, gasping and moaning as he did his best to ease them both down. He rolled beside her and looked up to the ceiling slightly dazed and hoping the poor kid next room over didn’t hear too much. “Holy fucking shit, baby...”
With any luck, he wouldn’t have... and if he had, he’d hopefully understand. It took Éponine a moment or two to regain her ability to think - it’d been better than she’d expected, she’d admit that much. “Guess you liked it too?”
And he may be rather passed out. He can’t help it. Scoot’s more than adorable when asleep though, so should make up for falling asleep.
Definitely the most adorable thing Éponine had ever seen. Seeing him so... content in the world honestly helped her more than she could put into words. Maybe, just maybe, even she’d be able to manage a restful sleep...