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Old habits die hard...

Who: Eponine and anyone who happens upon her
When: May 21st
Where: Sector 5
Summary: Eponine, terrified that the luxury of the newcomers' apartments will be snatched away from her, is up to her old tricks. She's found the richest area of town she could, and is on the look out for anyone she can pickpocket or who would be interested in 'entertainment'.
Warnings: Eponine will try her best to pick your pockets. So, I guess, if you're the type to swear... language?

Eponine had been in Sirens Port for a few days now. She didn't really understand what had happened, how she'd ended up here, or why. Or really, where here was.
But in her opinion, ANYWHERE was better than France. Especially when that 'anywhere' provided her with the most luxurious room she had ever had all to herself, AND gave her food. It was more than Eponine had ever dared to dream would become a reality for herself.

But Eponine was all too aware that dreams ended. And she was determined, that when this dream ended, she wouldn't be thrown back into a nightmare empty handed.

Which was why she was stood in the shadows of Region 5. After exploring, she had determined that this was a more affluent area of town, and the people here more likely to be carrying valuables. She stood, waiting patiently, for a target to walk past. And then, on silent feet, and with a featherlight touch, Eponine would be pushing her hand into their pockets to take anything she could.

((ooc: So Eponine is pickpocketing. Feel free to catch her nicking your stuff; I have an open-write policy, so I will go with whatever you dream up for her!))

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Yosuke didn't know the tune or the game, but he understood taking comfort in remembering a mother's gentle touch. Maybe he'd been reading the signals wrong. Maybe she didn't want to cuddle. Maybe she'd just seen a sick man on his own and felt motherly toward him. In that case, it definitely wouldn't do to ask if he could kiss her.

So he licked his lips again, and tried to come up with a way to test her without being too obvious. Given that he wasn't thinking clearly, it was more difficult than usual to be clever and subtle. Honestly, subtle had never been his thing in the first place. But he hummed appreciatively at the gesture, and cupped her face with one slightly clammy hand.

Never motherly was Eponine. Mme Thenardier wasn't exactly a good role model for a mother. And so, when he cupped her face, she did what was expected of her, and bent her face to his, kissing first his forehead, and then his lips.

His heart kicked up almost immediately. Right, okay. She wasn't here to mother him. Now, what was he supposed to do? His eyes went wide for a second, panicked, but rather than try to slow things down he leapt eagerly in. Okay, so he should kiss back. How did it go? Move his lips against hers, right? He could do that.

So he did, sitting forward a bit and by instinct finding a slightly better angle. But where should he put his other hand? On her waist, maybe? He tried it, and braced himself for a slap.

It was sad, really. Eponine had begun to hope that Yosuke wasn't like other men, that he actually wanted her friendship rather than her body. But having seen the way he stared when she had appeared after the shower - it was over.

She didn't slap his hand away, and rested her own hands on him, one in his hair, and the other on his shoulder. She continued to kiss him, not pressing him any further. He was paying her, after all, and so it was only right that he dictated his entertainment.

Yosuke took the reciprocation and general lack of slapping as encouragement. He would have felt guilty if he'd been able to see Eponine's thoughts of course, but since he couldn't, he was thrilled instead. Practically tingling with excitement, and the same urges that all healthy young men his age shared. As far as he was concerned, it was simply his lucky day at long, long last. Even after a horrible string of unfortunate incidents, if there were girls willing to kiss him in the world, it was suddenly a brighter place.

He ran his fingers up and down her flank, gently, as he broke the kiss off to catch his breath for a second. But rather than pulling away from her, he leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, forgetting that his fever probably made that uncomfortable for her, rather than pleasant.

"You're so soft." He mumbled, meaning it as a compliment. It was only half trus, given her callouses and the fact that she was easily as bony as he was, maybe even worse under all those clothes. But she had a woman's curves, and long hair that would be luxurious if it were healthier, better cared for. In fact, he was pretty sure shed be beautiful all over once she got settled in and was taking proper care of herself.

Soft? Eponine had never been called soft before. Her body was angular beneath her clothes, with ribs and hip bones jutting. But if he didn't mind bendy...

"Thank you, monsieur... And you are a good kisser. Amazing."

She let him touch her, and put up with the sweaty grip... Maybe if she gets a cold, she can demand more money? She herself moved her hands, stroking though his hair, and along his collar bone. She was kneeling right over him now, waiting for his next move.

"You like it?" Yosuke's heart leaped in his chest again at the compliment. He'd been hoping it wasn't too bad for her, and that didn't sound bad at all. He was too excited by the comment to wait for an answer, and went back to kissing her fervently, both hands at her waist now. He mist be better at this than he thought, thank the gods. He definitely didn't want to dossapoint her, after she'd been so kind to him.

She kissed him back, to commute that she did indeed like it - nay love it. One of her hands went back to his hair, and she stroked through it, feeling his burning forehead. This boy was ill. Obviously. But if this would take his mind off the fever, perhaps...

She allowed her hand to trail down from his hair, and down his side, and then back to his chest. She closed her eyes, imagining, as always, Marius' face. Marius' body.

Yosuke hummed softly and rubbed circles around Eponine's hip bone with the pad of his thumb. He tilted his head, still trying out angles, eager to touch as much of her as possible, kiss as much of her as possible. He didn't attempt to deepen the kiss yet, since he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. But his other hand stroked her side as she trailed hers over him, almost a pet, just a gentle and rather obviously inexperienced caress.

"Thank you." he mumbled belatedly against her lips. But he didn't even mean for the compliment, although that had been nice to hear. He meant for the walk home, and the help up the stairs, and the water, and the kiss itself.

If Eponine hadn't learned a long time ago that men - and especially inexperienced or nervous men - didn't like being laughed at, she'd be giggling now. He was so nervous, obviously inexperienced. She leaned up a little - the last thing she wanted was to be accused of taking advantage of a sick teenager.

"Monsieur, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Oh...you don't?" Yosuke glances at his hand to make sure, but nope, he didn't accidentally touch her breast or anything. That's good. And maybe too bad, but mostly good. His face was flushed with fever and excitement, cheeks a rosy pink. He was the sort of boy that had better luck attracting the unwanted attentions of men than the desired affection of girls. So it wasn't a huge surprise to him if this one had changed her mind.

Yosuke did his best not to look too disappointed as he pried his slightly sweat damp palms off of her -maybe he was a little gross at the moment, she had a point- and leaned back, trying to get his senses together. Even just from a bit of kissing, he was obviously pretty revved up, though he would have been embarrassed to know that it showed.

"I should probably be taking that shower anyway, I guess."

"I do if you want to -"

Eponine catches herself with a slight sigh. She was bad at this. She wasn't supposed to give him the option to stop - especially after all of this time she'd spent with him.

She sits up from him, but reaches out to catch his hand.

"What I mean is, monsieur, I do not want to pressure you into something you do not want to do. But of course, I am more than willing to be with you if you would like me to be."

She glances down. "You would like that, yes? I just.... I do not want you to change your mind and call the police."

"The police? What? No, don't worry. I'm almost old enough anyway. And anyway, my ID says I'm 20. It's totally fine."

Wait, that sounds a little too forward, doesn't it? It sounds like he's expecting...well. He hopes, but. "Um! I mean. I mean, I like you. I know we just met, but this is nice, right? I-it is for me. Nice. I think you're...nice. So don't worry. You're safe with me. Okay?"

Eponine half smiles at his protests. She doesn't know what the legal age is - come to that, she probably doesn't realise that a 'legal' age exists. And quite frankly, she doesn't care. But Yosuke makes her giggle.

"Do not worry, monsieur. Lie back now."

And then she leans over him again, kissing him, urging him to lean back. Her fingers, meanwhile, find the edge of his shirt, and creep up onto the bare skin of his stomach.

Yosuke gasps into Eponine's kiss, and shivers a bit under her touch. But he finally lies back obediently as requested. His hands roam up to tangle gently in her damp hair and he kisses back fervently, hoping she doesn't mind the shivering. It's probably really uncool, but suddenly he's all tingly adrenaline and hazy desire.

Quite honestly, right now, Eponine isn't thinking about Yosuke so much as the money - or whether she would charge him, and how to charge him.

She let her hands roam up his body - he is nervous; a virgin? - and then removed them so that she could unbutton his shirt. She continued to kiss him, using her own tongue to part his lips, guide him onwards.

Money is by far the last thing on Yosuke's mind, not that he's expecting a transaction to take place here anyway. He bucks up a bit accidentally, definitely too eager, not sure what to do with himself. But he can follow a lead, so he parts his lips to allow Eponine access to his mouth.

He's a little embarrassed to have her stripping his shirt off-he's all ribs underneath. He hasn't had time to gain back the weight that he lost, and he's just plain skinny. But she's a thin girl too, so maybe she'll forgive him. Either way, he trembles and tries not to rut against her. That's definitely no way to impress a girl. Besides, he's hoping she won't realize yet that he's so easily turned on. It's really uncool to act too eager.

Edited 2012-06-30 20:35 (UTC)

She leans into him as much as she is able to, pressing her chest against his, whilst her hands drop down to his trousers. She traces along his waistband, before dipping her fingers below the material of his pants. Of course she can feel how eager he is - of course she can; Eponine is, unfortunately, far too experienced in all of this. But getting him excited is definitely part of her job so that's ok.

She breaks the kiss with his lips, and instead begins to trail them down, from his lips over his chin, and down his neck to his chest. She sucks gently as her fingers work beneath his pants to tease him into excitement.

Yosuke lets out little pants and breathy moans, try as he might to bite his tongue and not do anything stupid. The shivering increases, and he writhes a bit, not quite able to hold still under Eponine's ministrations. Holy shit, a girl has her hand in his pants. Yosuke's eyelashes flutter in a dorky, kind of effeminate way, then his eyes briefly roll up in his head and he grunts quietly.

"T-that's nice...feels good..."

"Good." Eponine leans away from him long enough to say that, before she bends her head to kiss one of his nipples.
She eases one of her hands free from his pants, pleased with his movements, so that she could unbutton and unzip his trousers. Having done this, she cups him gently, feeling him through the thin material of his underpants, , whilst her other hand continues to explore his hip and the top of his thigh.

Yosuke gasps again, and when Eponine cups him he goes still for a second, until he loses the battle of will with himself and bucks against her again. His cheeks flush even brighter than they had been with the fever, and he pants, hot and quiet against the curve of her shoulder.

"Sorry. Gods. W-we can take it slower if you-oh. H-hnn. I don't mind."

He bites his lip, then, to shut himself up before she really does decide to stop what she's doing.

Edited 2012-06-30 21:26 (UTC)

Should she stop? The last thing she wants is for him to call for the police. But he said 'never mind', so surely that means he wants her to continue?

"You will tell me if you do not like it, Monsieur. And then I will stop."

She looks up, making her eyes as big and wide as possible; all the better to play the innocent.

And then, with practised ease, she slipped a hand beneath his underwear to stroke his member. She continued to kiss his chest too, and to massage at his thigh, working upwards to his waistband so that she could remove his pants - if he didn't protest.Her own clothes were damp against him from her shower, and her soaking hair will have wet his chest when it swung forward with her bent head. She too was trembling, from nerves, and quite frankly, through her own pure disgust at herself, but still she kept going. Once Yosuke's pants were down, she would lean away to undress herself. After all, the men did not only like to be touched, they liked to touch her themselves too.

Was that a joke? How could anyone not like it? Yosuke squirmed, stomach full of butterflies in spite of himself. If only he could stop shaking and panting like a loser, he'd be less nervous. He's sure of it.

But then he realizes, when he puts a trembling palm over Eponine's hip clumsily, that he's not the only one who's a little nervous. Yosuke frowns a little, and tries to sit up for a second, but he feels dizzy. The movement comes out as more of a weak jerking motion.

"Hey, are you-" Ecxept that by then she's exposing him, and he quiets, waiting for her reaction when she sees him. What if she's not impressed? Oh, man, why the hell are they doing this in daylight? Yosuke shudders again, covered in gooseflesh now. "Um, it's...it's pretty normal, for where I'm from, you know? T-the other boys, in PE class...not that I was looking! Uh!"

Damn it. Why couldn't laryngitis have been one of his symptoms?

And that was part of her job, too. Making a man feel like he was the best in the world. She focused her eyes on his length.

"Monsieur, you are beautiful. So handsome."

She reaches out to stroke along his penis, before leaning away properly, so that she can drag her own top over her head and the skirt down. She stands naked in front of him, resisting the urge to try to cover herself. Because men like to touch too.

"You like what you see?"

It had happened before; men had seen her body and had thrown her out. Yosuke was quite within his rights to do the same. She forced her face to be expressionless.

Yosuke's eyes roll back again when she strokes him, embarrassingly enough. He's dripping already, and she's only just now naked. But that fact-she's naked-gets his full attention. He tries to sit up again, but when he can't do it he rolls onto his side, pressing a palm to his stomach to try and still the sloshing and nerves in it.

He stares openly, reaching his hands down to cover his own physical reaction to the sight. Eponine is pale, bony and clearly in need of some tenderness, as far as he can see. Her hips jut out like his, unlike the smooth curves of most girls. He wants to run his hand across them, wants to buy her something nice to eat.

He takes in her breasts. They're smaller than the ones girls have in magazines, but still beautiful. Sort of humble and sweet. They give him the oddest desire to taste them, touch them. There's something impossibly gravitational about the tug they cause in his chest. He wants to nuzzle up to them.

He doesn't quite dare to let his eyes wander farther down at first. He has to work up his nerves for it. He's never seen a girl naked before, and it's mostly what he expected, but slightly different. It leaves him twitching under the cover of his own palms, with blatant desire. His eyes go a bit glassy. But he remembers, eventually, to seek out her eyes and return the compliment that she paid him, in all sincerity.

"You're beautiful."

Edited 2012-06-30 23:41 (UTC)

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