Éponine Thénardier is secretly a badass (alittlefall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-20 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
"You’re gorgeous, and I’m lucky to have you... you know?"
Who: Scootaloo and Éponine Thénardier
What: Romance of the epic kind.
When: After these texts
Where: The flat Éponine and Gav share with Seiya.
Rating: Assume the worst. At least NC-17 for sexual actions, mild trigger warning for references to abuse and prostitution.
Status: Complete. :v
Scoot had made plans to send Gavroche out to a movie. When he got to their flat, or well Seiya’s. He was glad Seiya was not there, and he quietly handed Gav the money and sent him on his way. He picked the tightest pants, yes, just to show off the packer. And a wife beater to show off his arms.
He didn't text her that he got there, or that he was even coming over. So he gently tapped at the door. “Mon ange, je entrer dans votre chambre?” What? He liked that she liked French so much.
Éponine had very, very good reasons to love him speaking in French! It wasn’t often she got to hear other people talking in it, and... well, the accent, on him, was incredibly hot. For once, the knock on the door didn’t make her tense.
Probably just because some part of her knew it’d be him. Call it intuition or something. “I should’ve known you’d come by... come in, it’s fine.”
Looked at her when he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Scoot smiled and moved to dim her lights and light a candle he brought over on the desk beside her bed before sitting at the foot of her bed. “You’re gorgeous, and I’m lucky to have you... you know?”
What was he planning? He’d never answered when she’d asked, and Éponine couldn’t help but feel... well, slightly nervous about this whole thing. She knew he was a romantic at heart, and that he’d likely never hurt her, but that didn’t help much. “I think I might be starting to believe that.”
“Remember what I said I wanted to do.... When I finally saw a picture of you? There?” Gave her a gentle expression that he hoped would calm most of her nerves. “I want to do that... I want to see you. Touch you. Feel the softness of your skin...”Rubbed slightly at his neck, just looking at her face, nothing lower.
Like she could really forget what he’d said. He’d been the first man to even remotely say something like that to her... let it be said that Éponine’s luck with men, prior to him, had been pretty damn abysmal. “I... suppose that’d be okay? I do trust you.”
It’d be more than a little awkward to not return the favour in some way, but she’d figure something out. She always did.
“But you need to promise... Not touch anywhere my arms, shoulder, and head.” Bit his lip, continuing to just look into her eyes as best he could. “This is about you... I want to start making up for the bad that men have done to you in the past. It ends now.” Sure, Gav had told him there were times men forced themselves to go there orally and that she’d plead for something else.
How much had Gavroche told him? Éponine really was going to have to have words with her darling baby brother about just how much she was comfortable with him telling her boyfriend. There were certain things that, really, should’ve been left for her to explain to him.
Then again, if she’d had her own way, he never would’ve known. She hated admitting what’d happened to her. “Shoulders at lowest, I know. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Scoot leaned over and was gentle as he began brushing at just her feet and shins, brushing patterns over the fabric so all she’d feel was a soft sensation over the skin. “This is... for you. If ever I go too fast, you tell me. If ever I do something you don’t like, tell me. You tell me when to go further.” For now, he’d just massage and touch at her lower legs.
So far? This was nice. It was strange to be afforded such gentleness, such... kindness, especially when it came to matters of the bedroom. Éponine couldn’t help a contented little noise, because hey, it felt pretty damn good. “I... think it’s completely fine to go further.”
Not too much further, because that’d just make her flinch away and potentially trigger, but she was fairly sure that didn’t need to be said. Not with him.
The only further he’d go would be to go under the cloth of her pants, guiding fingertips up to her knees then around behind them and down over her calf. Scoot leaned down to push a kiss to her knee on top of the fabric, eyes closed as he focused on just getting her content and relaxed.
It was working rather well, had to be said. It helped immensely that nobody else had ever tried anything like this with her. It gave Éponine a blank slate, something she could easily build on, which wasn’t something she could often say was true.
“You amaze me so much...”
He continued kissing, massaging, working his way slowly up till he was at the upper hem of her pants. If she didn’t notice he’d done so, it would mean triumph for him. If not, it wouldn’t change anything he had planned. “I just try and be what you deserve...”
Éponine’d noticed, yes, but that was largely because of how hyperaware she got at times like this. There were reasons, and they were mostly good ones, but none of them applied in this situation - she knew he wasn’t planning anything bad, or anything even remotely against her will.
“You’re so much more than I deserve...” Even when their family had been relatively well-off, she’d never gotten all that much from it. Especially not after Cosette struck it lucky and managed to get adopted.
“May I go further? I’d love to see more of your Olive pink skin...” He gently ran his fingers between the hem of her pants and her skin, making sure not to go under her panties at all. “You deserve more than you give yourself credit... And I will spend the rest of my life showing you, convincing you, making sure you understand just how much you mean to the people who care for you properly. Show you that your worth surpasses the heavens, the stars. The universe. At least in my eyes..”
Dear God, how did he get away with being so romantic? Éponine never would’ve expected this from him, especially considering how focused he was on his manly bravado... that was part of why it was so nice, though. “I... think I can allow that.”
Scoot smiled and gently pulled just the pants off and folded them neatly. Standing he set them on the clothes hamper before walking back to sit so that he was beside her chest. Once there he ran his fingers through her hair and gently began to rub and massage her shoulders.
That made Éponine let out a contented little noise. God, this man... she could see herself quite easily falling completely, utterly and madly in love with him, if she hadn’t already.
Trailed his hands down to the hem of her shirt, lifting his hands up to just push and trace patterns along her stomach. He didn’t ask to take her shirt off, having spent at least three minutes just rubbing and touching every inch of her torso he could hidden by the fabric of her shirt. Scoot simply lifted it off, curious to see if she was wearing a bra or not, he hadn’t reached that high up.
Indeed, she was, and Éponine was so glad the light in her bedroom was fairly dim. There were certain things she wasn’t entirely comfortable with him seeing yet, and the light in here tended to do wonders for concealing them...
Scoot sighed and gently leaned down to gently kiss her lips, pulling away to smile. “This is where you decide... Do you want me to touch your chest, feel the flesh, your warmth. Or would you rather I focus my attentions lower.”
That wasn’t exactly the easiest decision for Éponine to make. Letting him focus on her chest ran the risk of him seeing... but it wasn’t like anything lower was any better. Her issues with her body were pretty much uniform and all, in her opinion, perfectly legitimate ones. “I don’t want to rush this... stay with my chest for now?”
“As you wish.” He gently reached back to unclasp her bra, able to see scars but he wouldn’t comment on them. It wasn’t his place. He began kneading and massaging the flesh that were her breasts, shifting them around and not getting anywhere close to touching her nipples. Not just yet. There would come a time for it soon enough, but for now he was enjoying the softness and the subtle firmness in his grasp.
Damn, that felt good... Éponine couldn’t help a little moan, her back instinctively arching into his touch. Even though the pleasure, though, one thing was quite clear... “You have to be the first man who just... focuses on my face rather than my body...”
“You’re body is nice, but it’s your eyes and the curve your smile that leave me breathless. The flutter of your eyes when I do this... I could get used to seeing it.” Daring to inch closer to just pushing his thumbs around her nipples. Not touching directly, just around the soft pink of the areola.
Éponine could honestly get used to flattery like this. The gentleness, the slowness, was so unlike what she’d been pretty much forced to get used to over the years... maybe that was part of why she was enjoying this so much. “Got nothing against you doing this more often...”
“Then I will...” moved to gently take hold of each nipple. And he simply stilled his hands and smiled to her “You are... the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”
If he hadn’t stopped, Éponine may well have ended up flinching away. Not that it felt bad or anything, just... rushing had a lot of unfortunate implications. “You... really mean that?”
“Of course I do. I can’t lie to the woman I...” He paused and let his hands fall slightly to the side. It’s a hard thing to say, so thinking of a way to put it that didn’t trigger himself took a short time. Less time than he thought though! He reached back up to gently pinch before leaning in to kiss her ear. “La femme que je peut tomber pour...”
God. Okay, that... was hotter than it should’ve been. Damn her inexplicable weakness for his goddamn perfect French accent. Éponine couldn’t help a gasp at the pinch, her back arching again against his touch. He just got more and more amazing, didn’t he?
Scoot chuckled and just kept at pinching, occasionally shifting his fingers in a twisting motion before just going back to the pinching. He leaned down to pepper kisses at her neck, everything gently, everything just show lo-... showing affection.
Any form of affection like this was clearly more than good enough. Éponine may well’ve let out a fairly loud moan at the twisting, trying to tip her head in a way that’d give him better access to her neck.
Under his breath, a whisper that not even he could hear, and she’d probably deem it as her imagination he spoke. “Mon amour...” Before biting down gently at her neck to distract himself from what he just said. He couldn’t say it loud, couldn’t even begin to say it in English, in anything he knew. He did. He felt so strongly for her. But he was afraid of it. All the same he kissed down her neck before gently capturing a nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tiny mound of pink flesh.
Éponine was going to put that entirely down to her imagination. It wouldn’t do to get her hopes up, especially not this early on. What he did earned a low moan, and she couldn’t help but tangle a hand in his hair.
He focused on each nipple for 5 minutes at a time, circling around them with his tongue at intervals biting down slightly, suckling gently into roughly. He kept his hands at his side, making her need to wait for the other nipple to be stimulated as he worked the one in his mouth.
This was quite possibly evil. Enough to earn a frustrated little noise, and a tug at his hair. “I swear, if you don’t do something more...”
Not that she could blame him for wanting to take his time.
“Alright...” He moved to kiss between the swell of her breasts, inching lower until he was licking and kissing at her navel and the space between where her underwear lay and her belly button. Running his hands down her side to trace patterns at her inner and outer thighs. Wanting to keep the energy that he was here to make her feel good. Make her feel safe and... lo- cared for.
So far? This was really nice. Éponine arched into his touch slightly, a contented little noise escaping her lips... she was more than convinced that he was here to make her feel good. She’d not felt this safe during sex for... well, years.
Scoot kept at it, just brushing his fingers along her inner thighs before gently pushing a kiss to her fold above the fabric. Not being the least bit dirty about it. It as a kiss, just of affection, just to show her that he cherished her and what she was letting him do.
Dear God, this man... that earned a soft moan from Éponine. “You’re still sure you want to do this...?”
She was allowed her insecurities, especially at this point. Hopefully, he’d understand that.
“I do. But only if you want it...” He sat up and traced her name into her thighs with the softest touch, not looking down at her body much as he wanted to. Scoot simply gazed up at her face, the tinge of pink her cheeks had turned, the brightness of her eyes. “I live to make you feel good...”
There weren’t words for how much Éponine wanted this, how much she wanted him. “I want you. However you want to take that...” She knew it’d be a long time before they actually got down to full-on sex, but this was definitely going to help with things.
Maybe for both of them, if she got her own way.
Scoot smiled and gently reached to pulled her panties down, not once looking down as he set them aside. He was still looking at her face, watching her expressions until he felt it was the right time to look down and see it in person.
Just how incredible was he going to get? True, Éponine had hardly slept with any winners in the past, but... he was definitely the only one to not immediately look. She was fairly sure he’d avoid the usual lewd comments too.
Of course he’d avoid them, he was that awesome of a boyfriend. Not that he’d admit that right now. He slowly panned his gaze down, and when he saw her finally in person his jaw may have hung slightly open. Eyes in a gentle expression. He didn’t speak a word, simply letting out a breathed noise of content satisfaction.
...Really? God, Éponine could’ve kissed him for reacting like that. It certainly made her blush, just slightly. “You... really approve that much?”
“I do... You’re beautiful...” He continued brushing his fingertips along her inner thighs, inching closer each time he went down before looking up into her eyes. “I’m going to touch you... if you will still let me.”
The closer he got, the higher the risk of her flinching away became... and yet, Éponine somewhat doubted she would. She trusted this man, probably more than she should’ve. “We’ve come this far... I don’t think it’d hurt to take one more step.”
Scoot gently pushed both of his thumbs to her folds, rubbing up and down both sides of her outer labia not daring to move inward any further. He would simply massage the flesh that protected the internal parts with both thumb and forefinger, wanting to take even longer with this.
If he took too long, Éponine might well hit him. Much as this felt pretty damned nice. “Can’t believe you approve this much...”
He gently pulled them apart moving to just gently massage and softly tug at her inner folds, driven insane but the texture and and feel of it between his fingers. The warmth and dear God was she wet. “My God...” Eased his fingers inside to feel the swollen area around her entrance everything soaked and warm and so soft to the touch. He reached one hand up to gently rub and tease at her clit, pinching the tip gently.
Scoot then began rubbing just outside her entrance circling around it and occasionally pushing upward on just the first centimeter of her entrance, rubbing upwards.
He’d been teasing her for what felt like an age now. It can’t have been much of a surprise at all that she was so wet, so ready for this. Éponine couldn’t help a low moan at the pinch, her hips jerking up just slightly. “Please...”
She’d beg him if she had to. Her body was practically screaming at her for more, and she could hardly deny it.
He’d only teased as long as he did because dammit he would not have her flinch, not at this. He lo- cared for her so much it was insane. He gently eased a single finger inside her, before leaning down to capture her clit into his mouth. After a few moment of just pushing her clit around in his mouth with his tongue he began fucking her with it.
God, yes. Éponine couldn’t help a rough moan, instinctively tangling a hand in his hair. This was a far cry from what she was used to, and... honestly, she could get more than used to it.
Scoot reached over with his free hand and searched and found in the bottom drawer the thing she had. He moved his finger away, and only briefly his mouth before easing it slowly inside. Once inside, he said a rather fast, but gentle pace and went back to suckling and nibbling gently at her clit. Bent on driving her insane at this point.
Insane was going to be an understatement! Éponine couldn’t help a louder moan, a rougher jerk of her hips. “Oh, fuck...”
Scoot chuckled out in triumph and went a little harder, turning it on and flicked his tongue quickly over her clit. Thing is? He’s never done this before. It’s all off instinct. Hell, he’d never actually gotten off before other than rubbing though boxers before the packers. So...
Some people were clearly just naturals in the bedroom. Éponine could only thank whatever deity there was that Scoot seemed to be one of those people... that touch to her clit made her gasp, barely keeping her hips from jerking upwards too roughly.
“Tu si bon goût ...” He breathed out before taking her clit into his mouth once more, turning the toy up and fucked her faster and harder with it. He may have turned it all the way up, and was now going for getting her to come. He’d been teasing for nearly an hour before starting this. He would hope she was close enough..
He was really enjoying how much the French got to her, wasn’t he? Evil bastard. Éponine had been more than close enough before he’d started this, considering the ridiculous amount of teasing he’d put her through, so... it wasn’t that much longer until she came, and pretty damn hard, with a scream of his name.
That scream may have made him wish he’d been male so that he’d actually have a dick to use. Even if he would have been uncomfortable, he could actually do things properly. He groaned and eased her down before pulling his mouth away and slipped it out, slightly shocked at the trail of her fluid that stayed connected to the toy as he moved it further away. “Wow...”
It can’t have been that big a surprise... it took Éponine a moment or two to remember quite which way up was. He’d really surpassed her expectations, considering she was fairly sure he’d done nothing like this in the past. “That was... damn...”
“I’m glad... I wanted you to feel good.” He put the toy back in the drawer in the little cloth she had before moving up to pull her into his arms. Sure, that aroused him to know end but... there was only so much he’d be comfortable with really.
“...Is there any chance I could make you feel good?” Éponine knew there probably wouldn’t be much of a chance, but dammit, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to ask. It didn’t feel right to get something without giving in return...
“I... don’t really know.” There was only so much he could do, even on his own. So her asking just made it sink in how limited he was. He thought for a few more moments before closing his eyes and reaching down. Scoot unzipped his pants, and unbuttoned just enough to make it so she wouldn’t cut herself on zipper prongs, then reached to take hold of the half flaccid packer. “You could...” Heavy cringe filled sigh because this was taking a lot of trust. “A hand job....”
“I don’t want to force you.” Because hell, he’d taken such care with her, and Éponine wasn’t exactly in any great hurry to make him uncomfortable... it just wouldn’t be right. “Much as I want to make you feel good... I want to make sure that it’s okay with you too.”
“I can’t avoid it forever...” He’s not so much dysphoric as he nervous. No one had ever... wanted to do something like that to him. Well, him being portraying his true gender. As a girl he got so many catcalls and whistles and people trying to feel him up at high schools that being wanted in this way, while being male is just something he’s not used to.
Éponine moved to kiss him, just to keep him from focusing too much on anything negative, and wrapped a hand around him, trying to press back in the ways that Michiru’d told her would work.
Scoot groaned into the kiss, kissing was nice after all. He then moved to try and shift his hips to help her and when he moved just right, paired with the pushing down he couldn’t help but moan. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny packet of lube, similar to the cloudy one he’d used in the picture to her and moved her hand away so he could pull it out and drip the lube onto the head, as if giving the illusion of precum before putting his hand back to his side.
That more than added to the image. Éponine lightly nipped at his lower lip, stroking him a little faster and a tiny bit rougher, trying to keep that angle (and way of pressing down) that worked.
His moans have gotten lower, eyes rolling back when she got things just right. It was amazing, she was amazing, and fucking her like he had got too him more than he’d even come anywhere close to commenting on.
God, this was far too hot. Éponine couldn’t understand how doing that to her had gotten to him so damned much, but she wasn’t going to complain... anything that made him feel good was clearly a good thing.
Scoot shuddered and jerked her hips up into her hand, gripping tight to the sheets. “Éponine...” She was going to make him come quickly at this rate, how had she figured out the right angle to rub that thing when it took him 8 hours to find it himself.
Simple intuition and instinct? Éponine had no idea either, to be entirely honest! “Feel good?” She stroked that little bit faster and rougher, nipping lightly at his jawline for the sheer hell of it.
He got to bite her all the time. It was only fair that she return the favour.
Moaned out louder, jerking his hips up and shuddered. “God... Éponine .... I’m gonna...” Hissed out in pleasure and gritted his teeth.
“Come on... come for me.” Éponine bit at his neck roughly, stroking him faster and rougher still. She wanted to make this memorable for him, dammit, and this seemed like one of the better ways to do it.
It was amazing, yes, but not quite enough to get him over the edge. He grunted and gripped tighter to the sheets, desperate to come at this point. Damn her, damn her good.
Éponine was going to find a way to get him off, dammit, no matter how long it took. He’d made her feel amazing, so... maybe if she went for something that’d make him feel more of a man? “Come on. Blow your load. I know you need to.”
And that was more than enough. He groaned and jerked up roughly into her hand before relaxing down, having come hard with a growl of her name. Goddamn, woman was fucking amazing.
God. That was far too hot. Once she was sure he was done, she pulled her hand away, smirking just slightly. “That better?”
And he’s asleep. Out cold and making the cutest face of contentment as he slept. Mouth slightly hanging open, his breathing slowing to a comfortable pace and his cheeks still slightly flushed from the orgasm.
Éponine was going to take that as the best compliment possible. Especially since he was goddamn adorable whilst he slept... although, she couldn’t help but hope that when they actually came down to it, she didn’t make him pass out via sex.
Twice was really enough.