|By The River
Author: twostrandsofmelody PM
Neither Éponine nor Enjolras want to be alone. Books and daydreams, both live their lives in fantasies. Who will wake up to the real world first? Enjolras/ÉponineRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Enjolras & Eponine - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,855 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 53 - Follows: 20 - Published: 01-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6621615
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"I can't believe him. All these years he has pretended to like me despite my lack of pleasantries. I know I am dirty and unkempt, unattractive."
"You are not unattractive." He corrected, stroking her cheek compassionately. "You are beautiful."
"You keep telling me that, but I have been told for too long that I am not."
"You are to kind." She smiled, leaned into him. Éponine couldn't believe how comfortable she felt wrapped in his arms, "I didn't get to say what I wanted to before."
"What was that?"
Éponine chuckled, stroking Enjolras' cheek. "Give me a book."
Enjolras groaned, "I'm comfortable." She pouted, "You have to get up then."
Éponine uncurled herself from his lap, sitting next to him on his bed. He leaned down and picked up a book. "Will this work?"
"Yes." She pulled the book from his hands, sitting close beside him. "Let me spell it for you."
"I," He read as she pointed to each letter. "L. U. V. E. E. W. E." Enjolras burst out with a hearty chuckle.
"Lucky sheep." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a deep kiss.
"What did I spell?" She asked concerned, reluctantly pulling back from the kiss.
"That "you love sheep" You meant to spell I. L. O.V.E. Y.O.U., right?"
"Well that is what I meant." She gave him a cheeky grin, "I love you."
"I like the way those words sound."
"They sound very different from alone don't they?" She laid back on his bed, pulling him down atop of her.
"What are you suggesting?" He arched a brow, running his hands down her bare arms. Settling himself comfortably over him.
"I'm not spelling this one out for you." She quipped, pulling him down to her. "I don't want to just be with you, I want to be with you. Like people who love each other are together."
"You're sure?" He pressed again, slowly sliding down the straps of her shirt.
She responded by pushing her hips up against his. She ran her hands across his chest, tugging at his cravat.
"You're not as innocent as you pretend to be are you?"
"I am but that book you read me put so many thoughts in my mind." Éponine gave him a seductive smile. "I see how some of the women who hang around get the other's attention. I think I have a pretty good idea."
He groaned as she pushed her hips against him again, "Minx."
"I can be whatever you want," she grinned as she leaned up to capture his lips.
"I just want you to be you. I want to lose myself in you." He nipped against her neck, letting his teeth graze her skin. "As long as you are certain you want to be with me."
"This bird is fine as long as she's caged up with you forever."