"What are you hungry for?" Who: Scootaloo and Éponine Thénardier, with a bonus appearance by Tenoh Haruka What: Him finally telling her he loves her. When: 2nd April Where: Various places! Mostly Haruka and Michiru’s place. Rating: NC-17. These two can’t keep their hands off each other. Mild TW for references to abuse and prostitution, as ever. Status: Complete.
Scoot woke up feeling rather... uncomfortable. Of all dreams for him to have. He groaned and went over to grab his phone and send a text 'Hey. Something else is up this morning besides me. Can you come over?’.
Éponine couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that text. Of all the ways to ask her... he was most definitely lucky she liked him. Her return text was simple, just 'I guess I could...'
Wouldn’t do to give him everything straight away, after all.
He sat up to wake up properly, stretching his legs a little whilst moving his feet out. Stupid creaky mornings without the T to help his muscles. 'I'll make it worth your while~'.
He was so subtle today! Not that Éponine would’ve had him any other way... 'Details! Please?'
He smirked 'Do I have to?' Sending the text he shifted the packer slightly so it wasn’t directly over things. Damn it and things making him horny as all hell.
'Well, if you want me to come over...' Éponine, evil? What would’ve given you that idea?
Scoot rolled his eyes. 'I want to go down on you, finger you, and eventually fuck you till you're moaning underneath me and any other position we can come up with’ a very nice idea in his eyes. He chuckled to himself, thinking on it a bit more and couldn’t help but shift his hips awkwardly.
Damn her. Damn her good and she wasn’t even here.
Well, Éponine would admit that sounded more than a little tempting. The man was good at what he did, after all... ‘As long as we figure out something ~interesting~...’
What? It was fun to tempt him!
He thought for a moment. 'You can tie me up? Drive me insane?' It seemed like a nice enough idea to him after all. Not like they hadn’t thought of it. And he did have those restraints after all. so it’s not like it wouldn’t be difficult.
Ooh. That was a nice mental image... it wasn’t often that Éponine got a chance to have power over him. 'Tempting. You know I'm evil, though.'
‘Of course. It's what makes me like you so much... sometimes' he teased with the text, reaching to shift things again. Damn his dreams and the hormones raging. Why did he even have to stop the T for the surgery?!
Only sometimes? Bah. He was no fun sometimes... 'I make up for it. <3'
'Of course you do' He blinked at the heart before smiling and letting go just a tiny bit.. '<3' A huge thing for him, yes. But he was getting more open in his emotions with her. Well, for the most part. Still hadn’t said the big L word.
It can’t have been that big a shock that she’d used a heart! Éponine’d used them in the past, but this was admittedly the first time she’d gotten one in response... it was kind of nice, to be honest. 'I'll be around in five minutes. -Probably- through the window, because doors are for losers'
He couldn't help but laugh 'Wear a low cut shirt so I can watch your chest hang down a bit' What can he say they were nice. And sure, it seemed weird doing this when he still kept dreaming he was a little kiddy pony. But... this was who he was now.
Éponine couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that. Honestly, terrible... but, just this once, she was going to oblige him. Simply because it was fun to make his brain explode.
Scoot had started without her because he could, stroking the packer and holding the base firmly against him, moaning and trying not to get too intense into it or else he’d drive himself too insane and come before she managed to get there.
It'd always surprised Éponine how easy it was to get into the house through that window. For a place that seemed to boast such high security, she could find a way up without any problem at all... then again, she was a Thénardier.
Coming in through the window to that sight, she couldn’t help a slight smirk. “Couldn't keep your hands off, huh?”
“I was thinking of you the whole while...” He said with a low moan, pushing it down firmly against himself, eyes looking at her chest directly.
Really now? Éponine’s curiosity was well and truly piqued. “In what kind of way?”
Scoot thought for a moment about keeping it to himself but decided to just tell her. “Fucking you against the wall...” It was a nice idea to him!
Éponine couldn’t even remember the last time she’d done something like that. Considering it was Scoot, though, she was pretty sure he’d make sure it was amazing. “Could be arranged...”
“Like... I want to see how rough I can get with you but don't want to trigger you.” He said sitting up a little bit, that little tuft of hair on the front flipping slightly to the side.
There was a short pause. Éponine bit her lip, still not used to being able to say this. “...I trust you.”
He smirked and stood up and yanked her into a fierce kiss pushing her up against the wall, his knee pushing between her legs, hands gently holding her in place so she wouldn’t move too much.
Naturally, Éponine responded as fiercely as she could to the kiss, instinctively tangling a hand in his hair to keep him close. So far so good, right?
Scoot reached down and pulled something from his drawer and reached down to slide it inside her and well... Pulled away from the kiss. “But first. We go out to dinner.” A devious smirk may very well be on his lips.
...what. Éponine had known he was evil, but this... well, it was a step beyond. A massive step beyond. “...Seriously?”
“Yep! You said ~interesting~”Turned it on the very lowest setting and pulled his hand up to salute her with a playful smile. Stepping all the way back.
Dear God, this man was a bastard... at least it felt good. “You’re so lucky I like you.”
Scoot laughed. “I know.” Kissed her and went to pushed things back in and got dressed. Once ready he took her hand, pocketed the remote and went walking. “So.. Where should we eat?” Anywhere was totally fine with him, all what she wanted.
He expected her to think with that thing inside her? Truly, his evil knew no bounds... especially since Éponine wasn’t exactly fantastic at making decisions to begin with. “I... really don't know.”
“What're you hungry for?” An easy enough question right?
An easy enough question to turn sexual, certainly! “Nothing that's appropriate to say in public.”
Scoot coughed and turned a rather dark shade of pink. “Éponine!”
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Well, you asked!”
“Seriously?!” Still blushing, he paused to think on it “...could be arranged.” He liked the way things looked in her mouth after all.
Éponine knew that look. Honestly... and he said she was bad. “You're just as bad as I am, aren't you?”
“Maybe? Hey! Pizza or Chinese?” Pizza place on one side of the street, Chinese right beside them. It was as easy as A or B!
It was certainly easier than choosing between everything this place had to offer! Éponine paused for a moment, thinking it over. “...Chinese, I guess?”
“ That works for me. I could show you my large eggroll with dumplings later.” In came immature chuckling from such a manly guy as he. He couldn’t help it!
That was just terrible! Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “That's the worst one you've come out with yet!”
“But I got you to laugh, that's what matters!” Soot cupped her cheek and gently kissed her.
As much as the kiss was nice, Éponine wasn’t done gently mocking him yet. “Still terrible...”
“Can I see your wanton later?” More laughing and this time running so she doesn't slap him for being terrible.
Dear God, that one was even worse! She wasn’t going to slap him for his terribleness, but dear god, she was set on making him regret that one once she got him alone... at least it was relatively easy to catch up to him. Being a Thénardier had its occasional benefits.
Scoot ordered his food and turned to her “Get whatever you want. As much as you want. I got it covered!”
Éponine was never going to get used to things like this. After so long of having to survive on fairly limited food, of being pretty much banned from eating on certain days, this was some kind of insane luxury. “I'm still not used to that being allowed, you know...”
“I know. Just remember I will never restrict what you can eat or how much or little you want to eat. You are in control of your own body. I'm just lucky enough to call your heart mine.” Blinked, ohgod did he just say that?!
Why yes, he did just say that, and Éponine was more than a little surprised by it! How many more ways could this man prove he was perfect? “You’re an amazing man...”
“ And you're an amazing woman.”
Time for Éponine’s cripplingly low self-esteem to kick in. Even for all Scoot’s best efforts, she still struggled to see herself as anything even remotely worthwhile. “I don't know about that.”
“You are too me.. Can that be all that matters?” He looked at her rather concerned.
Much as it wasn’t an easy thing, Éponine nodded. “...I can try and make it that way.”
“Thank you...” Wrapped his arms around her waist while they waited for food, gently rocking side to side. Most affectionate boyfriend evah! Seriously. And if she ever needed a hug, ever! She only need ask.
He really was the best boyfriend ever! Éponine doubted she’d ever get used to it... or, at least, she wouldn’t get used to it for a long time to come. It was such a far cry from the years of abuse that she’d become so used to... “I know you're all that should matter when it comes to things like that... it'll just take me a while.”
“I can wait... you know. I think in the future another girl will be in my life. And I'll want her there.” Pulled her even closer.
Maybe it was just Éponine, but that sounded more than a little ominous. She felt her heart tighten in her chest, mind automatically jumping to the worst kind of conclusions. She barely stopped herself from actually saying them. “...wait, what?”
“Yep. She'll call you mom.” kissed her neck softly.
Well, that’d been a small-scale heart-attack that Éponine would’ve rather liked to avoid. Much as the idea of children with him was more than a little appealing, she couldn’t help but wish he’d brought it up in a better way. “Maybe one day...”
“Hey. Calm down please...” Scoot could feel her heart rate dammit. Oops He hadn’t meant to scare her. Not something he enjoyed doing.
He could actually feel...? Well, now Éponine just felt bad for making him worry. “Sorry... didn't think you could feel that.”
“I'm sorry if that scared you... Have it be known the only reason I'd ever leave you is if you cheated on me.” It would seriously break him if she ever did that.
As if Éponine would ever even consider that. She knew a good thing when she had one, and wasn’t about to lose him by doing something so utterly stupid. “I never would. I... I'm not that type of person, even if some people might think that because of the...”
Okay, she couldn’t even say it. At least not in a public place like this.
“I know what you were going to say. Just because of that doesn't mean you will... I just know I'm not..” He went to a whisper because public place and stuff they didn’t need to hear. “The type of man I guess you thought to be with... not fully a man...”
Honestly, Éponine thought more highly of him than any actual man out there. Him being a little ‘different’ didn’t change things. “More a man than anyone else I've been with.”
“At least they have an actual...” Okay. Causing dysphoria on his own. Shit he hated when he did this. When he got so stuck on the fact his body was just wrong that he made himself squirm from unpleasant feelings.
Was this really going back to talking about what he had in his pants? Éponine’d grown used to him, to the slightly different feel of things, rather quickly - hell, she didn’t really even notice any difference anymore. “Not really something I've noticed... you're a man. My handsome, charming and completely insane boyfriend.”
Scoot sighed, deciding to go silent on the topic. she just wouldn't get it. Or at least it’s what was stuck in his head on the topic. He looked up to see the lady bring their food to the counter.
The silence was definitely not a good thing. Éponine bit her lip, daring to speak up “...Is there anything I can do to help you feel a little better...?”
“Why don't we get the food and have them wrap it to go and we just go back home?” He asked, tucking his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels.
Going home would probably be the best kind of idea for the both of them. Privacy was important, especially when it came to the more... sensitive issues in their lives. “Whatever works for you.”
“Alright.” He grabbed the food and he's insanely quiet on the walk home, too lost in thought to really bring up a form of conversation starters that weren’t ‘the weather’s nice’ or cliche stuff like that.
Éponine didn’t like this. Him being so silent was... almost uncharacteristic. “I'm sorry... really.”
“You didn't do it... I did. So please don’t...” Held the food in front of him and let out a heavy sigh, feeling weight on his shoulders from the intense sense of just wrong and anxiety from it all.
Even with that said, Éponine couldn’t help but blame herself. It was a problem, yes, but it was one she was working on. “Came up because of something I said, so...”
“No... It's me. Not you. You’re not the one just...” Stopped right there, not wanting to guilt her at all. Not something he wanted to do. He was a good boyfriend dammit!
This was probably a good time to drop that particular subject. As much as Éponine felt guilty, she didn’t want to make any of this worse for him... he was going through enough as it was. “...I want to help. Somehow.”
“I don't know how you can help.” He opened the front door and headed for the hallway that led to the half of the house they’d let him take company in. It was a huge half, and he kept it decently clean. But lonely because of how far from the other side of the house it was.
The size of this house had always baffled Éponine to some level. How could three people live here without getting lonely? It was insane... which, really, summed up her thoughts on Scoot’s guardians as a whole. “There'll be something. Always is.”
“I guess so.” Scoot shrugged and stepped inside his room when they got there setting the food on the desk beside and went looking for a towel he could lay on the bed so they didn’t get food on fabric of his bed sheets.
In all honestly, Éponine didn’t have a clue what she could do. Touching him seemed too dangerous an option right now, and words obviously weren’t helping.. she felt more than a little useless.
Definitely not touch. In fact. He handed her the remote. “ Take it out whenever...” He didn’t feel like anything remotely to sex or foreplay at this point in time. Could change but right now he was just too dysphoric for words.
Him being too dysphoric for sex was... certainly something. Éponine slipped into the bathroom to remove that thing, just setting it to one side before coming back out. “...If you think of anything I can do for you, let me know.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Just focused on eating for now. It was something he knew was the right thing to do right now.
At least he was eating. That was something Éponine could definitely be thankful for... especially since she’d seen how bad he could get if he didn’t.
He was eating until he dropped his head further down in hopes she won't see the tears dripping down his cheeks. unfortunately for him they drip down his nose some too. The salty droplets falling onto his pant leg and the styrofoam container the food came in.
That was something that Éponine was bound to notice. “...Scoot...” Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she could do... especially since he was likely still in the ‘don’t touch me or else’ stage of this.
“I'm scared, Éponine... What if it isn't what I think it will be. What if... when I take the bandages off... it will still feel wrong...” Looked up at her, biting his lip. These were things he’d been asking himself for the past week or so since he found out.
If Éponine had known the answers to things like that, she would’ve been all too ready to tell him. She hated seeing him like this... “You'll be one step closer to how you want to be... believe me.”
Scoot continued to cry. “But what if...” He felt the lump in his throat get a little bigger, making it difficult to swallow the rice but he managed enough. He had to keep eating... Or felt he had to. If he was eating he didn’t have to talk. He so badly wanted to feel normal.
Why did people always seem to focus on the negative? Not that Éponine could exactly blame Scoot, considering he’d hardly had the easiest time of things... “You can't always focus on the 'what if's.”
“I just... You don't get it.”
Éponine sighed. “You keep saying that. It isn't like I don't want to understand...”
Honestly, she would’ve given anything to be able to. She didn’t want him going through this alone, even if one of his guardians did seem to be pretty good at talking him down from this kind of thing...
“You...Urgh.” Set the food down and went to go out. He needs Haruka, his nameless puppy went to the door and started to whine and paw at the door, wanting its ‘daddy’ to come back and show him attention instead of being a moody ass.
Éponine wasn’t even going to bother going after him. She knew well enough that going after him whilst he was in this kind of state was just going to end in disaster... besides, someone had to take care of the still-nameless little fluffball pawing at the door.
Scoot knocked on the cave door, fixing the binder because it was pushing a fold into the sensitive part of his stomach and it was very uncomfortable.
It wasn’t often that people came to the door of the Harukacave. Michiru didn’t tend to knock, which meant... “It’s open!”
He came in and shut the door behind him, trying to hold back the tears in front of her for fear of manly pride. “Help... I need someone to talk to who gets it.” Not that he didn’t think Éponine didn’t try. It was just hard for someone to understand unless they were going through it too.
Haruka would’ve completely understood if he had cried. It took a big man to do things like that... of course, these thoughts couldn’t have been further from her mind at that particular moment. She wanted to help him. “...Alright. Maybe I can help...”
“I'm afraid when the surgery is done, that there is no turning back... It's a big step... a big change and I... I'm scared of sudden change. The T I can see it slowly do it but this.. This is something I honestly never thought would happen for years.. Well into my thirties because of how life was going for me.”
Even as someone who’d never wanted to transition, Haruka could understand that. “You want it, though.” That was something she knew for damn sure, especially since she was paying for it. “I know it's a big step, but... sometimes, we have to take things like that. It's either that or we get stuck.”
“But what if... Its not enough... Not enough to make me feel anything close...” Ran a hand over his neck and put his hand down, bringing it forward to run through his hair.
“In what kind of way?”
“If I look in the mirror and still... I want to be normal.” Looked over to her, dread and fear of the unknown in his eyes. He really should have said this stuff to the psych who gave the A-Okay on the surgery to begin with but he’d been too excited at the idea of it to show his worries.
Well, that was something that Haruka had to comment on. If he wasn’t normal, then what the hell was she? Other than the obvious ‘genderfuck’. “There's nothing about you that -isn't- normal, you know...”
Scoot sat down beside her and put his head in his hands, pulling rather firmly at his hair, his shoulders tense and knuckles turning white from how locked he had them.
There really wasn’t much Haruka could do for him when it came to that. She did have a sneaking suspicion that Michiru had occasionally been using her powers to soothe him at times like this... “Things will turn out okay...”
“I'm so scared and I don't even know why....”Scoot really couldn’t place why it scared him. He’d done his research, figured out what they were going to do. He had that Doctor who’d survey the process and make sure everything went well. The head doctor had told him they were skilled.
Haruka shrugged. “It's the great unknown, I guess. Surgery's never easy to face.”
“Can I tell you something else?” Let out a heavy sigh and tried to relax his shoulders and failed rather horribly. What was he even going to do. The surgery was so close already. So soon. Things were going very fast and all his concerns from growing up were coming to the surface.
What was this going to be? Haruka really did have to wonder... “Go ahead.”
“I can never give her children properly.” His voice nearly cracking as he spoke. Could Haruka really blame him for wanting kids? For wanting to show that he cared about someone he helped create and to want to protect him or her. And yet as of yet, he’d never get that chance properly without the help of a lot of science.
It was definitely something Haruka couldn’t even remotely blame him for. She understood, at least a little, what it was like to want kids... sometimes, she regretted not taking advantage of that inexplicable genderswap. “Well... depends what you mean by 'properly', you know.”
“Where they're actually related to us both.” He felt he had to clarify.
Well, you never knew, with the insanity this place regularly seemed to throw up... how would a genderswap work on a trans* guy, though? Haruka had to wonder. “Could still happen... this state does a lot of strange things.”
Scoot sighed. “I guess I can't focus on it. I can't even tell her I love her. Why am I so stuck on children... Began to wring his hands around themselves. His shoulders tensing once more from it all.
Was part of this just him flailing over being unable to say ‘love’? Oh, the stories Haruka could tell him about that subject... “It took me a long time to tell Michiru, you know.”
The man arched an eyebrow, looking in disbelief. “Really?”
Haruka nodded, more than a little amused by his look of disbelief. Considering they were romantic to the point of ridiculousness now, she could understand it. “Really. She'd pretty much given up on hearing it from me by the time I finally said it.”
“It's just hard because I don't want to use the word unless I.. know... I mean I do. but... I don't want it to be just something I say to say it.” Though the more he thought about it. The more it was starting to be a thing he really wanted to. Wanted to give her that.
Clearly, Scoot and Haruka had more in common on that subject than she’d first thought. Maybe being awkward with certain L words was part of being outside the typical sort of binaries. “Take as much time as you need to. I'm sure she'll understand.”
“She deserves better.” Scoot dropped his shoulders down and pushed his eyebrows down with stress. He was going to making himself ill at this rate.
“She obviously doesn't think that.” It was blatantly obvious to Haruka, at least. Éponine clearly adored Scoot, probably beyond all logical sense.
“Maybe I'm too hard on myself.” He said simply and waved goodbye before he headed back for the room and opened the door. “Hey... Sorry about that. Haruka is sometimes easier to talk to about this kind of stuff.” Ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I... Have a few things I need to tell you.
Éponine was mostly just glad he’d come back. She’d been a little worried that he might’ve bolted for one reason or another... but that largely boiled down to her experiences with Gavroche and his occasional moments. “You know you can tell me anything...”
“I'm... Concerned that I don't have an actual penis and that... If anyone finds out you'll be ridiculed for it. That because I don't actually have one... It's selfish of me to want children because I can't give them to you and we'd have to do things with help. And I'm afraid you'll leave me for a guy who actually does. I know and heard what you said.” Scoot rubbed his shoulder. “But they're still things that haunt my nightmares...”
He honestly thought that’d matter to Éponine? Again, Thénardier - no matter what anyone came up with, it was pretty much guaranteed that she’d have heard worse at some other point in her life. “People could ridicule me all they wanted. I wouldn't care... it shouldn't put you off wanting to have children.”
“I would want them to be actually ours. From me and you. DNA from me... But they wouldn't be.” Laid on the bed on his back, trying to find a position to better relieve the stress building up on his chest and stomach.
“Technology can achieve a lot, you know.” Éponine had certainly seen things in the news that seemed more than promising on this kind of front.
Scoot took a quick glance to see the food had been put away before rolling his eyes. “Dammit just kiss me.” Pinned her down and kissed her with more passion than he thought he could ever muster. He needs this before he spirals down into depression. To anyone, sex would seem better than depression. Possibly even to an asexual but he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t one so he figures he shouldn’t make such assumptions.
If this was going to help him, then Éponine was more than okay with this. She lightly tangled a hand in his hair, responding as fiercely and passionately as she could to the kiss.
He may very well have ripped her pants off her, easing a hand down her panties to rub rather roughly at her clit while his free hand works at his jeans, trying to get the buckle undone with one hand and was failing rather horribly. Maybe rubbing her with his dominant hand wasn’t the smartest of ideas.
He was going to be replacing those pants, dammit! Éponine couldn’t help a low moan at his touch, her hips jerking upwards slightly.
He'll replace them. He reached down to check and see how wet she was, kicking off his jeans and pulled the packer out. It might be the one that's meant to fully feel to the touch like a real one. Things inside the 'sac' and everything. It makes him feel better okay. More like it was actually something that could be his.
That was definitely something that Éponine couldn’t even remotely blame him or judge him for. Anything that helped him feel more masculine was clearly a good thing... honestly, she wasn’t quite wet enough for him yet, largely due to the issue of that little mood-killing situation earlier.
Scoot could deal with that! He rips off her shirt too. Oops. Mostly because dominance and aggression and needing to get this out. He quickly captures a nipple in his mouth, roughly sucking on it whilst pinching at the other.
Éponine couldn’t help a rough moan, her back arching instinctively. Was this man sent to drive her completely and utterly mad?
He roughly circled his tongue around it before moving to the other but not before licking between her breasts and twisting both nipples rather roughly, twisting and tugging at the tender flesh between his fingers in hopes of driving her absolutely insane before he got further into it.
“Oh, you bastard...” Sure, it felt good, but that wasn’t going to change anything. Especially not Éponine’s opinions on him and his blatant bastardy.
Scoot kept at it before kissing down her body slowly stopping at her navel to flick his tongue around it, inching closer before going back up. He repeated the process several times, feeling her body quiver and push up each time he went lower. But he wouldn’t give in to her movements, not yet. Even if his mind was screaming for him to just get on with it himself.
“You're so evil...” If Éponine had been anything close to assertive right now, she would’ve been so tempted to just shove him down... he’d gotten her to that state of comfortable submission, which was certainly a good thing.
Chuckling he inched closer, flicking his tongue over her clit a few times after opening her folds to make access to her easier. And he could already feel how wet she was getting. It was insane and it took him a bit of grip to keep his fingers from slipping. “Damn...”
Éponine couldn’t help a low moan, now more than tempted to tangle a hand in his hair to keep him there. If he was going to drive her mad, she wanted at least some control over it.
Scoot smirked and did it a few more times before running his tongue around her entrance and pushed it deep inside her, trying to hook upwards to search out her g-spot. It would be great if he found it. Do something some men fail horribly at doing.
Well, Scoot definitely wasn’t ‘some’ men. He was goddamn amazing, if anything. When he found it, Éponine couldn’t help tangling a hand in his hair, a gasp escaping her lips and her hips jerking just slightly.
He swirled his tongue around inside her before up to suckle at her clit for a few short moments then it was back down inside her. She tasted amazing and he only hoped it felt amazing for her.
Well, that was one way to drive her rather -mad-! She instinctively tightened her grip in his hair, unable to keep herself from moaning just that little bit louder.
Scoot dug his nails into her outer thighs, getting rougher with things by pushing his chin up against the patch of flesh right under her entrance. For some woman it was sensitive and would feel good. And well, he had facial hair there so it would be a little prickly in the good sense!
Well, that was certainly something! It more than earned him a louder moan, her hips jerking just slightly... she was definitely more than okay with this level of roughness!
He suckled at her clit before pushing his tongue in as deep as he could get it, reaching around and up so that he could rub at her clit in time with the movements of his tongue inside her. Scoot could get addicted to this, if only she let him just eat her out more often.
“God... fuck me, please...” What? She really wanted more! Hopefully, swearing would still have the usual kind of reaction on him...
Scoot rolled his eyes back and pulled up to look at her, hovering over. “How badly do you need it? How badly do you need me tofuck you?”
He expected her to go into detail? Was there no end to his complete and utter bastardy? Éponine bit her lip, just so she could attempt to speak. “So badly... I need you.”
And he’s still going to be evil~ “You need -what-?” How many more times does he have to ask, honestly? He’d keep asking! It was just in him to be slightly evil today. Moreso than usual really.
Bastard of the goddamn century, seriously. He was damned lucky Éponine liked him. “I need you. Inside me, fucking me, making me feel so good...”
Scoot not close enough still, honestly what was he going to do with her? “But what of me do you need... What in you?” He needs to hear it okay? It’s just something inside him that means he need to hear that word in reference to him.
Well, that was more than a little frustrating, but Éponine could understand. Vaguely. “I need your cock inside me. Before I go mad.”
And that was it. He moaned and thrust deep inside her, rough, hard, fast before slowing down and keeping a rhythm of in three times slow twice fast. He could be even more evil than before, as this very much proved. He rolled his eyes back after taking a glance down to see it push inside her, see her folds move and shift around the packer.
That really was a bastard move. Not that Éponine could complain, because dammit, it felt so good. “So much better...”
Scoot loves this particular packer because he can feel the sac part move with each thrust, and feel the bump of it against her when he goes all the way in. It helps more than he thought it would. As such he can’t help but go harder and faster. He was so glad they could get custom made ones. The best part of being with Tenoh and his inability to control flailing of money.
That made Éponine swear under her breath, her hips roughly jerking up against him. This man was far too good in bed sometimes...
He went even rougher, digging his nails into her hips and pulling her down hard each time he slams into her, his eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging slightly open. He grunted and nearly growled as she tried his best to angle things so she would feel amazing. It’s what he wanted after all.
That was far, far too hot. Éponine couldn’t exactly help getting steadily louder, trying to somehow match the movements of her hips to his thrusts. Sure, he’d already taken control of that, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to try.
Scoot he's totally fine if he doesn't manage to come at this. So long as she does he’ll be totally fine with it. He moved his hands up and yank at her hair so he can bit down hard at the flesh of her neck. Jerking roughly into her. His own clit getting brushed occasionally and he moaned.
ohfuck. That made Éponine gasp, her eyes briefly rolling up in her head. “Oh fuck, I'm... fuck...” Words? What were those? She really couldn’t remember.
“Fucking come around my cock! He bit down harder and went harder, faster, rougher... and well tried something new by twisting his hips around. Mostly just to see what that would do, really. It was hot seeing her beneath him like that. Squirming and moaning and bucking her hips up whenever he got inside her just so.
Well, that was one way to drive her completely and utterly insane! Éponine didn’t last out much longer at all, coming with a veritable scream of his name... she may have completely forgotten which way up is.
Scoot eased her down as best he could, smirking. Sadly it wasn't enough... But he knows full well that was a satisfying ass orgasm he got her too. And as such he is insanely proud of himself.
Satisfying may have been an understatement. Especially since Éponine was still rather blissed out. “You... should definitely get more dominant more often...”
“Heh... glad you like it that much...” He trailed off, brushing his hands down her thighs just to help her still stay calm and blissful after that. He loved making her feel good... Both physically and emotionally.
He did more than make her feel good. Not that Éponine could even remotely find the words to explain it, or describe it. “It was amazing...”
Scoot kissed her neck softly and pulled out of her, leaving a slight trail of her as it rested on the bed beneath them. “Wow...” And nrgh. Why couldn’t he have come during that, seriously? He was fine with it though, because he got her to.
Éponine felt that she had to ask. It wasn’t fair that he could give her such mindblowing pleasure and not get anything in return. “Is... there anything I can do for you? I know that probably wasn't all that good for you...”
“ Give me head?” Simple enough answer right?
Just the answer that Éponine had been expecting too! “I could do that.”
Scoot moved beside her and held the base of it. “I’m too hard after all...” Looked down at it and tried not to hump the air.
Éponine chuckled softly, shaking her head. He was so, so subtle. “Wouldn't want you to be stuck with that thing.”
“It would be painful.” Scoot loved just how much she was willing to play off this, how much she was willing to help his gender and how he felt about it and reacted to it.
“Can't have that.” Éponine shifted to a better position, making damned sure he was watching before slowly trailing her tongue along the underside of his cock. If she was going to do this, she might as well make his brain explode.
He groaned and gently tangled a hand in her hair. “So hot...”
Éponine smirked, just slightly. “Glad you approve so much...” With that, she took him into her mouth, just slightly. Wouldn’t do to rush.
Scoot rolled his eyes back a moment before before staring back down. “Wow...You're amazing for doing this you know.”
It probably shouldn’t have amused Éponine quite so much that it was so easy to drive him mad. She wrapped a hand around the base, pressing back firmly against him as she took him in a little bit deeper.
“God... Yeah baby. Suck my cock.” Yay swears!
Éponine rolled her eyes, but did take him in deeper... and a fair bit too. Being evil was, after all, incredibly fun.
Scoot held her hair roughly, swallowing hard. She is such an amazing woman. Seriously.
The roughness of that made Éponine moan, just a little, and press back firmer against him. It was a weakness, okay? One she was totally fine with him exploiting.
“God... Your mouth...”
And, just because Éponine was just as capable of being a bitch as he was, she pulled back and off him, a smirk on her lips. “Have something to say?”
Scoot tried to push her mouth back. “It feels good...Don't stop.”
That was nowhere near enough. A girl could honestly get the wrong idea... “Only 'good'?”
“Amazing. Wonderful. The greatest. Fantastic. Just don't fucking stop. I need you to keep going.” Jerked his hips up several times, obviously desperate and needing just a little more.
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “You're lucky I like you so much...” With that, she took him back in, perhaps even a little deeper than before, making sure to press back against him a tiny bit rougher too.
Yeah, all he needed. He came -hard- with a growl of her name, jerking his hips roughly up and keeping the grip in her hair insanely firm, roughly tightening his grip whenever he felt the spasms.
Well, that was easy! Just to make him feel the tiniest bit more manly, she made a point of ‘swallowing’ before pulling away, the slightest smirk on her lips. “Better?”
“So much better...” She has no idea how much that helps. How effective to things that really is. If he could put it into words he would. But sometimes he fails at words.
Well, she could certainly imagine! I'm glad... I like being able to make you feel good.
“Your legs are still shaking...” What an ego boost to himself. Seriously. He got her to come that hard?
It can’t have been that big a surprise, right? Scoot was most definitely good at what he did... “You got me good.”
“I see that... C'mere.” Held his arms open for cuddling. Cuddling was nice after all and he knew full well it helped her greatly in terms of her head and mental stability.
Cuddling was definitely a good thing. Éponine was quick to shift into his arms, mostly because... well, she could never turn this down. It felt too good to.
Scoot pulled the blanket over them both... and closed his eyes before looking into hers. This wasn’t forced, it was what he wanted to say. what he’d been wanting to say for quite some time but been too scared to. “I love you...”
For a brief moment, Éponine wasn’t sure if she’d heard that right. Had he really...? “I... really?” Sure, he’d been showing love in what he did, but him saying it... it’s so different. “I love you too...”
Being able to finally say that was a massive, massive relief.
He kissed her rather passionately, holding her gently by the small of her back. This was always so nice.
Éponine still couldn’t quite believe this! All the same, she responded as passionately as she could, daring to press a tiny bit closer to him.
Scoot pulled away and began kissing different spots on her face. “ I love you. “ Kiss. “I love you” kiss. “I love you.” kiss and so on and so forth for several more times.
Well, that was one way to make her believe him! Much as this still seemed so like a dream to Éponine...”You have no idea how much that means...”
“I have a faint idea...” He knew a lot of her past after all. He pushed himself up a little bit and pulled her in closer, kissing the top of her head.
It was nothing short of a miracle, in Éponine’s eyes, that he still loved her despite knowing so much. She couldn’t quite believe it. “You know... so much of what I did, what I went through, and... you still love me. It's... something I never thought I'd have a chance at.”
“What you did is in the past... You have a future with me. One where I keep you safe and happy and where you never have to do anything against your will.” And Scoot very much meant that. He was going to do anything in his power to keep her protected and comfortable. no matter the cost.
That made Éponine pause. How did she even remotely deserve this man? “You're incredible...”
“Why? Because I'm treating you like a human being?”
That may well’ve actually been part of it. It wasn’t exactly something that Éponine was used to. “You're more than I ever thought I'd get... more than I deserve.”
Scoot frowned, finding it took all his power not to make a very displeased noise.
Éponine knew that look well enough. It wasn’t like she meant to be so self-critical. “...I'm working on that, I promise, it's just... you don't hear it for almost all your life and get away from it that easily.”
“I love you. you are beautiful. Worth so much. Perfect to me. Amazing. Smart. Clean. Pure. Innocent. Genuine. Intuitive. Resourceful. Caring. Wonderful.” Brushed down her cheek. “ Something to cherish, hold on to. Someone to care for, show the wonders of the world, be shown attention, affection.”
Words didn’t really work when faced with something like that. In their place, Éponine pulled him down into a passionate kiss.
Scoot kissed in return until he felt tears against his cheek and hands and he had to pull away. “...What's wrong?” He didn’t like the idea of her crying over him, dammit. Had he done something wrong?
He can’t have possibly thought they were bad tears, right? Éponine didn’t want him to worry over something like that. “Nothing... honest.”
“No.. tell me. Please?” His eyes full of concern as they danced over her face.
“Happy tears. I promise...” As if there were any other kind of tears that could come out of an admission like that. “I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you.”
“I still don't like seeing you cry...” Brushed her tears away with his thumb. “I'm the lucky one. I get to look into the eyes of an angel most every day. Hear her voice. And be able to hold and caress her.”
“Can't we just say we're both lucky? Easier that way.” It’d also keep them from having ridiculous arguments over it, which was also a good thing!
Scoot smiled. “That works.” Kissed her gently and ran his fingers through her hair, letting out a contented noise as he yet against kissed her forehead. He loved being gentle, sweet, and affectionate with her as much, if not more, than he liked having sex with her.
That made Éponine let out a contented little noise of her own. God, this man... was it any wonder she loved him? “Saves us having to have a ten-hour-long debate over it.”
“Yep. I love you.” He can't get over saying that, and he probably will overdo it the first week or so.
Not that Éponine could even remotely blame him for overdoing it! It was so nice to hear it from him. “I love you too. You amazing, incredible man.”
Scoot smiled and cuddled next to her, a the puppy giving him a haughty look. “What, jealous? You have an ego or something... Hmm. Ego?” The puppy’s ears perked up.
Of all the names for a dog to want to be called. Éponine arched an eyebrow. “...Does he seriously want to be called that?”
“C'mere Ego?” And there he comes, bounding over their legs to squish between them and lick their faces. “ Ohgod.. Down. Ego down. Let us get dressed first. We can take you for a walk.” Chuckled and tried to push the puppy down.
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “Can't blame him for being impatient!”
Scoot rolled his eyes and went to get dressed when for once he felt hands around to hold his shoulders from behind and a face pushed against his neck. “Éponine...”
You couldn’t blame her for doing this, right? It was something she’d felt a tiny bit awkward with earlier, but now that he’d said that to her... well. “What? Can't I do this every now and then?”
“It's nice.. Really nice.” He loved her so very much, never thought he’d get so lucky to have a woman that understood him so well and was so supportive of what he needed to do to get the right body.
She would’ve been a terrible girlfriend if she wasn’t so supportive. Sure, Scoot wasn’t exactly a typical guy, but Éponine adored him all the same. “I like it... being able to be this close to you.”
Scoot reached around to brush at her hair, pulling it forward and running fingers over the base of her neck then down again.
That made Éponine let out a contented little noise. God, she loved this man... more than anything, really.
He pulled away only so he could pull his pants up and a new shirt when he realised.. her ripped her clothes. “Uh.... Let me go see if Michiru has something.”
It was about time he realised! Sure, she could understand doing things in the heat of passion, but she’d kind of needed those clothes. “I was wondering when you'd realise... I don't mind, though. It was fun-.”
Scoot left for a while. When he came back, he had a denim skirt, tennis shoes and socks, ad a t-shirt. “She says you can just have these. Something about her chest and hips not filling it out right and didn't feel the need to go and turn it in for the four hundred it all cost.”
“...Seriously?” That was an insane amount of money for something that seemed that simple... not that Éponine was going to turn it down or anything.
“Uh... Yeah, why?”Tipped his head and rested his hands on his knees.
“I'll never get used to the insane amounts of money she can spend...” Quite often, it seemed to be more money than Éponine had ever had in her life... well, at least prior to Seiya deciding to employ her.
“Well... In all fairness. They give a lot to charities. And well.. they took me in when I would have been homeless. She paints and performs all over the world. Haruka has won every race in the business for the past five years. and they invest and own stock in Apple, several research facilities, coffee beans, and some other stuff I can't remember. Overheard them talking about it one day.”
“See, that's just insane.” In a Tony Stark kind of way, mostly. It wasn’t all bad, she supposed, considering it gave Scoot so much freedom.
“Yeah a bit. Hey. What colour do you prefer?” He has plans!
Well, that seemed a completely random sort of question. “...In what kind of way?”
“Just in like colour. Purple? Greens?”
Éponine paused for a moment, thinking it over. “ I like more fiery colours. Not only because your brain explodes when I'm wearing red.”
Even though that was definitely a big part of it.
Scoot nodded. “Browns, red, oranges?” That he can do... So much to make over by tomorrow.