Hello everyone! As you can see, I've decided to make this one-shot of mine into a multi-chaptered fic. A lot of people have asked me to continue this story, so here I am obliging.

Before you start reading, please take note that this fic is mostly a medium for me to spew out my smutty ideas and the main focus of the story will be the sexual relationship my mind has created for these two characters. For now at least. I swear there is a plot, even though it will be a while until we get there, but as I said, this is first and foremost a smutfic. Also, it is worth mentioning that I will go fully AU with the story, so some of the things I will write may not seem 100% plausible. As I said, I want to focus more on their relationship than the world around them.

Regarding the actual sex scenes, they WILL become explicit and detailed, so if you are uncomfortable with that, then I suggest you stop reading right now. Also, I doubt any dubious sex will take place within my fic, but if I decide that it fits, I will not hesitate to add it in, whether I condone of such behavior or not. But don't worry, I will make sure to post warnings if the need arises.

THERE HAVE BEEN SLIGHT MODIFICATIONS MADE TO THE FIRST CHAPTER. IT'S NOT 100% NECESSARY TO READ IT AGAIN IF YOU ALREADY HAVE, BUT IT WILL HELP MAKE THE STORY FLOW BETTER.

I'd like to thank to the awesome ThinksInWords for looking the chapter over and to all the people over at our Enjonine forum for helping me stay motivated and being a great inspiration to me.

Anyway, enough chit-chat, let's get on with the story. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

April 16th 1832

"Please Monsieur" she begged, pulling on his shirt sleeve as the man tried to release himself from her grip.

"No Éponine!" Enjolras grumbled, pushing the gamine off of him, but gently enough so as not to cause any more injuries than she was already sporting on her small, malnourished body. His eyes roamed over her petite frame, counting the new cuts and bruises that had appeared since the last time she had invaded his apartment. He sighed, willing himself not to cave in and indulge the girl, if only out of pity.

"But Monsieur!" Éponine whined in protest and placed her hands on his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and pressed her body against his. She nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, savoring his scent; she loved how he always smelled so clean compared to the filthy and repulsive men she usually associated herself with.

"Please" the gamine breathed against his skin. "You're the only one who can make me feel good. Please."

Ignoring the shiver Éponine's closeness sent down his spine, Enjolras grabbed the girl by the arms and shoved her away.

"That's only because your precious Pontmercy won't have you…" he spat and glared at her with such intensity that she involuntarily took a few steps back.

He scowled for a few more moments before turning his back on her and sauntering off to his bed; he jumped in and closed his eyes as he lay on his back with his limbs outstretched on either side of his body.

Éponine smiled hopefully and moved to join him before his cold voice made her stop in her tracks.

"You can let yourself out" he said, not even bothering to lift his head from the pillow.

She scoffed. 'Why is he being so difficult?' she thought. She knew he wanted this just as much as she did. Why did he have to let his stupid pride get in the way of their fun?

Éponine couldn't help but take a moment to admire the young man's form as he lay defenseless on his bed; she gazed at his mind-numbingly gorgeous face that made her go weak in the knees, his strong yet lean body that she adored, his blond curls that she loved running her fingers through. Enjolras may not have had Marius' sweet and kind demeanor, but there was something about him that enchanted her to the point of intoxication, he ignited a burning desire within her like no other man had ever managed, not even her beloved Marius. And she truly loved Marius, he was the one her heart belonged to, but Enjolras was like an addiction she could not rid herself of.

She felt the familiar ache in her lower abdomen as she stared at his sprawled frame, and without even giving it a second thought she unlaced her dress and let it fall in a heap around her ankles. The gamine stood completely bare, except for the thin layer of sweat that covered her entire body, hoping he would open his eyes and see her. When he didn't, she scoffed once again and purposefully walked towards the bed.

"Enjolras" she cooed, fishing desperately for his attention.

"Leave Éponine!" he deadpanned, not moving a muscle.

Enjolras frowned when he felt the bed dip. "Éponine I told you, I'm not going to – " he began, but froze when he felt something soft and wet graze the fingertips of one of his hands. He swallowed.

Éponine wanted to giggle, but all she managed were soft whimpers as she perched herself on her shins, which were stationed on either side of his hand and lowered herself so her throbbing core brushed against his large fingers.

The young man tried to pull his hand away, but she swiftly stopped him by leaning forward and grabbing his forearm with one hand and his bicep with the other, keeping his arm in place, all the while never stopping her rhythmic hip movements above his fingers.

His hand was drenched in her juices in a matter of seconds, and he could feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight, his own arousal already beginning to ache for release.

Éponine moaned as she began grinding harder against his fingers, stimulating her clit with each rocking motion, letting the thrilling sensation wash over her and relishing in the rapture that coursed through her entire body. She heard Enjolras' fast and shallow breaths and she couldn't help but smirk at seeing his reddened cheeks and his brow glistening with sweat. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but the frown on his face and the clenched jaw were a clear sign of his internal struggle and pure sexual frustration.

"Please Monsieur!" Éponine whined, pressing her sex down hard on his soaked hand and bucking her hips, trying desperately to show him just how much she needed him.

She cried out as Enjolras finally relented and slipped a finger shallowly inside of her, a guttural moan escaping his own lips as he felt the warmth of her walls envelop him.

Using his arm as support, Éponine pressed down on his hand allowing his finger to penetrate deeper; she began raising herself then coming back down, slowly withering away with each torturous motion.

When he added a second finger she moaned loudly and dug her nails into his skin as he started thrusting in and out of her wet depths, making her delirious with pleasure.

Enjolras could finally stand it no longer. He could feel her pulse around his fingers, her moans and whimpers music to his ears, and he desperately wanted more. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the gamine.

The young man couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips at the sight of Éponine, bent forward towards him, riding his hand slowly and sensually, her face contorted in ecstasy as she responded to his touch. She was breathtaking and he shook with anticipation at the thought of replacing his fingers with his aching shaft. He took his free hand and hastily undid his pants, sliding them to his thighs, releasing his throbbing erection from the constricting garment.

Éponine grinned hungrily at the sight of him and began slowly leaning forward until her face was only a few inches away from his arousal. She flicked her tongue lightly against his tip, which earned her a deep groan from the revolutionary.

She did this a few more times and would have wanted to tease him longer, but her own needs won over her desire for revenge so she plunged her head down and took him into her mouth, greedily licking and sucking as she bobbed her head up and down his erection.

Enjolras cried out as ecstasy spread throughout his body; he buried his hand - the one that wasn't still thrusting inside of her - into her dark brown tresses, pushing her head lower onto his arousal until his full length was inside her mouth. She moaned and the vibration of her throat almost sent him over the edge. He swiftly pulled her up by the hair and brought her head to his, crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

She mewled into his mouth as his tongue swept inside of her and his fingers relentlessly pumped into her slit, making her world spin. She felt weak, yet her body was electrified with each thrust, with each touch; she was so close, yet he wouldn't let her finish.

Enjolras grinned. He loved keeping her on the tip of arousal, raising the tension inside of her then ruthlessly bringing her back down, her squirms and whimpers of protest making him quiver with sadistic delight. He added a third finger and thrust hard inside of her while his thumb began gently circling her clit.

Éponine screamed and jerked up at the overwhelming sensation. "Enjolras, please!" she begged, not even able to respond to his kisses anymore. "Please! Please! Please!" she panted to the rhythm of his strokes and managed to bring her hand to his pelvis, grabbing his arousal by the tip, squeezing it lightly.

He hissed and bucked his hips against her palm, his throbbing erection screaming, begging for blessed release as she stroked his length eagerly. It took every ounce of control he had to keep himself from erupting, so without waiting any longer Enjolras quickly removed his hand form her center and guided the gamine to his lap, placing her so that she was now straddling him, her sex brushing against his own.

They stared at each other for a second, and the young man couldn't help but be stricken by how beautiful Éponine looked as she hovered over his tip, her face flushed and glistening from the heat emanating from her body, her eyes hooded, filled with want, her juices dripping down her things and onto his own. He hungered for her more than he ever thought possible.

Éponine was thinking much of the same thing. The sight of Enjolras lying underneath, breathing harshly and gazing at her like a starving beast sent shivers to her core.

Without breaking eye contact, he took the hand that had been inside of her and brought it to his mouth, brushing his drenched fingers on his lips, smearing them with her juices. He then stuck his tongue out and licked his lips clean, savoring the sweetness of her arousal. He slid his other hand around her stomach and glided it up to her chest, cupping her left breast and brushing her nipple with his thumb.

"Enjolras" she moaned and her legs shook underneath her.

"Go ahead" he breathed and looked at her darkly, incapable of refusing her any longer.

Éponine smiled in gratitude and began slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing erection, pressing his tip against her folds. She groaned when his head finally entered her.

Enjolras bit his lip as he slid inside her slowly, forcing himself not to explode as he felt her wet walls embrace him. She was so tight it almost hurt. He grabbed her by the waist and thrust his hips upwards, shoving the rest of himself inside of her all at once and they both cried out at the blissful sensation.

Éponine's mind could no longer keep up, so she let her body take over. She started moving up and down his length, the friction sending shocks throughout her core. She lifted herself, letting him almost slip out and then pushed him back in, throwing her head back and whimpering in the process. She did this a few more times, before Enjolras stopped her and held her in place by the hips.

His breathing was harsh and labored, and the pulsating vein in his temple told her that he was close to breaking too.

Before she knew what was happening she was lying on her back, screaming as he pounded into her fast, hard and in a steady rhythm. His large hands roamed all over her body caressing her skin, cupping her breasts and his fingers pinching her nipples. His lips found hers and he kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of her crevice, his teeth nibbling on her lower lip.

This was why Éponine came to him. Enjolras may have been a ruthless revolutionary, a terrible young man who only thought of liberty and uprisings, but here with her, on his bed, he was nothing but a passionate, thorough lover. He was not Marius, she did not love him, but being with this man somehow gave her an odd sense of fulfillment. While she would spend her days aimlessly walking through filthy alleys , begging or stealing to keep herself alive, her nights would be salvaged by this fiery man who made her feel wanted, if merely for a few hours and if only in her head.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she concentrated on the sounds that came from his body meeting hers and the bed that was creaking from the force of his thrusts. She mewled in his mouth with every push, and she felt the pressure inside of her build up.

He pulled his head back and stared at her face. Her expression was twisted in pleasure and the soft cries she made while he pumped inside of her made his heart drum violently in his chest; he loved seeing her this way, knowing that it was he and he alone who could make her scream and shudder in ecstasy like this. He increased his tempo to match his speeding pulse and he could feel himself slowly slipping into the abyss.

Éponine raised her pelvis and lifted her legs, placing them on his hips, hugging him and inviting him to go in deeper. She cried out as he pushed at the new angle, hitting spots within her that she never knew existed.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop" she pleaded and Enjolras obliged, pounding ferociously into her until she screamed out and her whole body shuddered uncontrollably as the intense waves of pleasure washed over, her orgasm frenzied and violent.

Enjolras groaned loudly as her body clenched around him, and after a few more thrusts he joined her in delirium and finally let go, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he flooded himself inside of her.

They panted in unison for a few moments, both of their bodies heavy and weak with exhaustion. They held each other tight until they regained their senses, snapping out of the blissful daze that always came after the hysteria of sex and rapture of release.

"Thank you, Monsieur" Éponine whispered, truly content and, for the first time in days, relaxed.

Enjolras lifted his head to gaze at her face with a thoughtful expression. He did this for a few moments before silently extracting himself from within her and rolling off her body, landing on his back beside her.

She sighed when he didn't say a word and began moving to get out of bed and on her way; she didn't want to bother him more than necessary, fearing that next time he would reject her even more adamantly.

She got to her feet, making sure not to touch him again and went about dressing herself. It didn't take her long, as her outfit consisted only of a ratty old skirt and a filthy chemise that was a bit too large for her, so after only a couple of minutes she was ready to leave. She glanced back at him one last time before making her way to the door.

"We will not be doing this again, 'Ponine. Do you understand?" Enjolras said suddenly, still keeping his eyes fixed on the sealing.

She smirked. "Whatever you say, Monsieur." And with that, she disappeared behind the door and shut it closed behind her.

Enjolras listened to the sound of Éponine traversing the sitting room and sighed after he heard the familiar slam of his front door. 'I will have to be sterner with her next time' he thought lazily as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a relaxed slumber.

Hope you enjoyed, the second chapter will be coming up soon. Reviews are very much appreciated.