Éponine Thénardier is secretly a badass (alittlefall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-03 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
"Or I could use them as a bribery tool."
Who: Éponine Thénardier and Scootaloo
What: Making up for teasing him.
When: After these texts
Where: Haruka and Michiru’s place
Rating: Assume the worst. NC-17 for sexings, of the somewhat kinky kind, mild TW for references to prostitution and abuse.
Status: Complete!
To say Éponine felt bad about this would be an understatement. She hadn’t meant to tip him off like this, hadn’t meant to make him feel bad about... well, anything. He’d been nothing but a good boyfriend to her, even with the occasional impatient ripping of underthings, and... she’d gone and done this.
It’d taken a lot of effort to not just tuck herself into a little ball and forget the world as a whole. She’d forced herself out in an attempt to fix this... somehow. She’d never been more glad that Haruka and Michiru didn’t seem to be around when she let herself in, which meant she could just lightly knock on his door with no interruptions. “...Can I come in? Please?”
“I said do whatever you want.” His voice grouchy as he focused on killing everything in the game. And well, with the theme of the game he’d have to pause for her sake and switch to another. “But let me change the game...” Last thing she needed was the sounds of screams and someone being called a slut and a whore and other variations of that. He changed it to Assassin’s Creed. Something he figures would be fine with her before easing back down on his bed.
He should really eat, he hadn’t all day after all and he needs to eat at least 5000cal a day or the changes in his body mess him over something fierce. That and he’s way too active sometimes.
She would’ve been able to take it, honestly. Éponine wasn’t some kind of damsel in distress when it came to her triggers... sure, they were bad when they happened, but she had some control over them.
“...Have you managed to eat today?” He worried about her when it came to things like that, so she was entirely entitled to turn it around sometimes. “I know it’s easy to lose track of time with... things like this.”
“Yes. I have. I don’t feel like getting anything.” And really, he had every right. It was a lot of food he had to always prepare or order in and took him at least 20 minutes to cook if not longer and it just wasn’t worth his time. He just focused on his game dammit and when he died he growled out a long string of swears.
“God fucking dammit you piece of shit guards go fucking yourself with a goddamn fucking cactus up your asses.” Rage and went to try again.
Well, whilst he was raging so hard, he wouldn’t notice if she left the room again, right? Éponine could probably make him something to eat and get back before he even stopped swearing at this rate...
Nope, he didn’t even notice she left, too frustrated that he kept goddamn dying. Part way through he just tossed the controller on the end of the bed and let out a frustrated growl.
It’d taken Éponine a little while to figure out what to make for him, but she could more than hear the swearing and raging from the kitchen. The food here was always a little out of her usual range, but she could pick up a few things... mostly a thing full of sweet buns, a bag of crisps and some of the spaghetti that she’d found.
It was something, and that’s what mattered. She brought it into his room, half-hoping he was done with the all-encompassing rage. “Here. Eat this, please?”
Scoot look to her and gave a weak smile before taking it and starting to eat. She was very right, he needed to eat. He was not the same man when he was not at his best meal wise. He finished off most the spaghetti before looking up to her. “Thank you...” He set the plate aside and grabbed one of the sweet buns. “Have you had one of these before?”
Éponine shook her head. Honestly, she’d never seen anything like them before. “I don’t think it’s really something they had where we were growing up.”
“Here...” Handed her one. “Just try you might like it. The red bean paste is acquired taste but this one has chocolate inside.” He went for one with the red bean paste, obviously getting a lot better in mood now that he’s actually eaten.
Clearly, Éponine was going to have to drop by and make sure he ate more often. Him being in a better mood was a very good thing. “...This actually isn’t that bad. May have to steal some from you.”
The face he gave could only be described as a grumpy cat face. Giving her one was one thing, her stealing them was another. He took the plate and shoved it behind him. “Nu.”
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay, they’re yours. I’ll find someplace to get my own.”
“Michiru makes them from scratch so, maybe ask her?” Yeah, Michiru is an amazing cook. Scoot finished off the rest of the spaghetti before sighing handing her the last of the chocolate ones to her. He smiled sweetly and leaned back against the pillows, grabbing the bag of snacks!
Michiru was clearly more incredible than Éponine had first thought, and she’d already been convinced the woman had to be one of the best people on the entire planet. “I’ll think about it. Maybe she could teach me how to make them...”
It’d be a handy thing to know, especially since she was more than set on keeping Scoot as her own for as long as possible.
Scoot chuckled and began munching happily, talking with food in his mouth all the same. “Yeah. Then you could make them for me if we ever got married.” He said, half teasing half meaning.
Well, you never knew, did you? He was certainly one of those rare men that Éponine would actually consider that with... “Or I could use them as a bribery tool. ‘Take out Gav to do something and I’ll give you all of them’.”
That would be cheating. “Couldn’t I just find someone to take him out so I could spend the time with you?” He winked with a smirk.
Oh, like he’d really complain about anything that ended in him getting sweet buns. Éponine rolled her eyes, poking his shoulder. “That’d be cheating, but I guess it’d work...”
“So... Is the set I purchased you comfortable?” He set the bag of crisps aside and brushed his hands off before making it to where they might be able to actually do things. He wanted her now at last, her in any way she’d give herself up to him.
“I’m still surprised you managed to get them to make it in my size... very comfortable.” In fact, she may well have had the foresight to put it on before she came over here. Éponine knew his ways, terrible (and incredible) as they were.
“I’m glad. They wrote down the measurements I remembered and what I could remember from my hands, so if you want some more we can take you in and you can choose styles and we can preorder and have them shipped in.” Smiled and reached up to rest his head on his hands, angling his legs in such a way that the packer shifted to sticking up and against his jeans, creating an obvious bulge.
He was damned subtle, wasn’t he. “I think I’d like that... more things to drive you mad with, right?” Éponine slipped a hand down to push against him, the slightest smirk on her lips. “I think the thought alone gets to you.”
He groaned and pushed his hips up a little more firmly, gripping at her wrist slightly. “You tease... So what if it does? Did you bring that lube too? I want to try it out on you...” There’s a reason he chose cinnamon and not the cookie flavour. His preference and everything. He wanted to drive her mad.
Well, she’d only brought it out of a sense of curiosity. Éponine had to admit that it looked... interesting. In a really good way. “I did, actually. Sounds like it might be fun.”
“It should be. It’s why I purchased it.” He leaned back again, jerking his hips up against her hand and the packer may have slid up to show the head of it past his boxers and lounge pants. Oops.
Like it was really that big an ‘oops’. “Do you need me to do something for you first?”
“Nah...” Not that he would really stop her if she went to try. He’s terrible. He realises this.
There was no denying that, but Éponine loved him all the same. Not that she was in any great hurry to admit that. She slipped her hand to take hold of him, making quite a show of rolling her eyes. “You’re this hard and I’ve barely touched you?”
“I can’t help it. You’re that hot...” Bit his lip to stifle a moan. This woman would be the death of him, and he would love every minute of it.
Éponine laughed softly, pressing firmer back against him. “You okay with just my hand? I can do more...”
“Do what you want, you’re in charge today..” Scoot moaned and shifted his hips upwards to just get her to do more. He can’t help it okay! She’s hot, he’s a horny bastard, and he’d say they were made for each other if he weren’t so distracted by arousal.
It wasn’t often that Éponine got that sort of freedom. She was used to the men she was with demanding things be a certain way, or else she’d have to face the consequences... just one more reason why this man was incredible to her.
For now, she kept with what she’d been doing, stroking him faster and making sure to press back rougher. “Guess this means I get to drive you mad if I want to?”
“You get to do whatever. You are in control of this. You get to decide what is done, and if it involves you feeling pleasure. What we do... Together.” Gently smiled, trying to show her this wasn’t her using him, but rather them both enjoying something and getting some enjoyment out of it.
Most amazing man ever. Éponine couldn’t quite find the words to express that... so, in their place, she moved to kiss him, as passionately as she dared.
Tangled a hand in her hair and returned the kiss, jerking his hips up into her hand and moaned. This felt great, okay?
Éponine would hope it felt great, considering that was entirely what she was going for! Nipping lightly at his lower lip, she sped up the movements of her hand slightly, trying to angle things a tiny bit better.
When she found the perfect angle, Scoot had to keep from biting her bottom lip during the kissing. Mostly for fear of it spooking her. He never wanted to trigger her during something as simple as this.
It wasn’t like Éponine wouldn’t have been able to take it. She trusted him, possibly a little too much, and that meant she could take just that little bit more for him... making sure to keep that angle, she stroked him faster, rougher, breaking the kiss so she could bite at his neck.
He’d liked it during the party, she seemed to remember. Why would now be any exception?
His eyes rolled back, jerking his hips up into her hand. This woman. He groaned and breathed out her name heavily . “You’re going to make me come...”
“Kind of what I was going for.” As she’d told Bahorel in her drunken stupor, Éponine knew Scoot had crazy stamina. She was pretty sure he could recover from a handjob.
And yeah, not too much more of that and he came with a growl of her name, jerking hips up roughly and trying not to go too insane with it all. Damn her something fierce.
He could damn her all he wanted, Éponine knew he loved it. She eased him down with a smirk, pulling her hand away. “There... are we feeling better now?”
Scoot shook his head and quickly pinned her back against the bed before roughly biting at her neck and pushing his knee between her legs. He was allowed to do this, she got him riled up and itching for more than just a simple handjob. No matter how good said handjob was.
That was one way to make Éponine moan. She couldn’t help a jerk of her hips, half-tempted to just yank him into another kiss... how could he drive her mad so easily?
It was just something he was best at. He sucked in his breath and pulled away to look into her eyes. Just in case this backfired. “Can I lick that pretty little pussy of yours, baby?”
For any other man, that may well’ve still been a trigger. With Scoot, though... Éponine trusted him, and, well, he’d done it before, so... “I don’t see why not...”
Scoot smirked and quickly pulled off the top layer of clothes, stopping because goddamn the set look amazing on her, and if he actually had male parts... he would be very uncomfortable again. “...wow.”
Éponine couldn’t help a smirk. “Does it look better on me than you thought it would?”
“Just a lot...” In fact, she’s not taking it off. Scoot kissed down her body and moved to just push the panties aside began gently licking over her slit, taking in her taste and the feel of her flesh. It was so incredible.
Well, if he really wanted to keep it on her, Éponine wouldn’t complain... she couldn’t help a soft moan, instinctively tangling a hand in his hair. Maybe he’d take the hint and... you know, do a little more.
He’s the kind of guy who can take a hint! Scoot quickly moved to capture her clit in his mouth, expertly sucking whilst flicking his tongue over it at the same time. Trying to drive her mad with that working alone before roughly easing two fingers deep inside her and fucking rather firmly and rough from the start, hooking back to finger her g-spot each time her pulled out, making sure to trail his fingers along every inch of her insides, feeling for all the good spots he’s memorised.
Which was probably more than a little more. Éponine may well have forgotten how to think for a moment or two... damn him. Damn him good. “God, yes...”
She could damn him and still enjoy it, right?
Sucked a little rougher, rotating his tongue all around her clit whilst going a little faster with his fingers. He hated that he had such small hands. Dammit. He eased a third finger inside and went harder. Scoot pulled his mouth away only to moan and lick several times at the very tip of her clit before burying his face between her folds again and sucking a little more rapidly. Occasionally he’d nibble down gently, enough to give her just that little bit different of sensation before well... Adding a fourth finger. His hand would only be about the size of the packer he chose, if not a tiny bit bigger. So...
Jesus Christ. Was he so set on driving her completely and utterly insane? Éponine could assume what he might’ve been planning, and... honestly, she doubted she’d refuse him if he tried it. He’d made her feel beyond incredible so far, so...
Scoot pulled away to look up at her. “I want all of my hand inside you....” It was one way to feel her envelop something entirely. Since he didn’t have an actual penis to experience it. “Can I? I’ll be gentle...”
He was just the tiniest bit predictable, wasn’t he? Not that Éponine minded... it made things that little bit easier to mentally prepare for. “As long as you’re gentle, I think I can take it.”
He gave a devious smirk and worked on getting a fourth finger in, letting her adjust before spitting on his hand and against her entrance and turned his thumb to ease inside her. Once all the way he, he moaned and gently moved to make a fist, stilling his fingers and hand to wait.
It was at times like this where Éponine could be absolutely convinced that this man was sent to drive her mad in the most evil of ways. Even with the slight discomfort, she couldn’t help a little moan, doing her best to keep her hips still. She didn’t want to rush this.
Scoot reached up to gently brush his fingers over her clit several times, getting a pace that worked well enough that he soon felt her relax more around his hand. The relaxing meant he could just start by flexing his fingers a little bit to see what kind of reaction that would receive.
The reaction that earned was a low moan, and a slight jerk of her hips. Éponine wouldn’t even pretend she knew why this felt so good... but she couldn’t complain in the slightest. She’d always loved his hands...
Slowly began moving his fist in and out of her, occasionally flexing his fingers and dared rotating his hand around a little. He may be moaning rather loudly, she felt incredible, it was tight and he could only imagine what it would be like if he could get her to come like this.
At this rate, he was definitely going to make her come like this. Éponine couldn’t help a rough moan, her hips jerking up against his hand just a little. “God, this... this is good...”
Understatement of the century? Quite possibly.
“I’m glad.” Went just the tiniest bit faster with his fist, flexing his fingers and moved up to suckle and lick at her clit again. Because yeah, he wants her to come. Hard. Around his hand enough that he may lose feeling in it for a little bit.
It didn’t take much of that at all until she just... couldn’t hold back any longer. She came with a scream of his name, and hard... somewhere, deep down inside, Éponine was fairly sure she’d never experienced anything quite like that before.
And that caused Scoot to moan and keep his hand in there, the tight wetness cramped around his fist and he just relished in that moment of being inside her in a way. What he’d kill to actually have that ability to be properly inside her.
With the strangeness that seemed to go on around here, Éponine wouldn’t be surprised if, one day, he got that chance... and honestly, she’d welcome it, much as she loved him how he was. “Dear God...”
“That was good?” He asked, smiling up to her and ever so gently pulled his arm and eventual hand out, eyes wide at just how wet his hand was. “....wow. I think I need to go wash my hand...” Chuckled and looked to his bathroom.
Even if she still couldn’t quite figure out which way up was, Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “Not surprised, really... that was amazing.”