sirenspull_logs | Old habits die hard...

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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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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."

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He doesn't mean that, and Eponine isn't fooled for a second. But she makes herself smile anyway; not that it's difficult. If she wasn't such a professional, she'd be laughing at him trying to hide his reaction to her.

"Monsieur... it is a normal thing, I think."

She moves closer again, and kneels back on the couch, concealing her own private area. She leans over him though, and brushes his hair out of his face tenderly. It's an invitation to touch, if he wants to. After all, that's what he's paying for.

"This is your first time, Monsieur? You do feel well enough, yes?"

She'll check first, before she does anything too stimulating. She doesn't want another sick episode.

His face goes red again at that question. He'd love to deny it, or act casual enough that she wouldn't need to ask, but he's still shaking, and a little shy. A little miserably, he bites his lip, closes his eyes, and nods. Yeah. Okay. She caught him.

"I promise I'll be gentle, though." Yosuke adds, knowing that he's supposed to do that much. But how to answer the rest? Does he feel well? No, but...but there's no way he's going to say that. She'll definitely stop if he does, and he can't think of anything he's ever wanted more in his life than for her to keep going. So, he fibs a bit. But even so, it's partly the truth. She's picked his spirits up a lot, even before she started taking her clothes off and kissing him.

"I feel great. Awesome. Much better already."

She laughs a little at his reassurances.

"Oh monsieur... But for that, I will be grateful."

She leans back over him, this time pressing her breasts against his chest whilst she kisses him. And slowly, slowly, she draws her kisses lower and lower over his body, and back up to his mouth, arching her back now so that he is able to touch her as he likes. She kneels with her legs apart, slowly crawling so that she is knelt over him.

Yosuke pants and whimpers again, much to his embarrassment. It feels so good, though, that even when he bites his tongue a soft sigh still escapes him. Anyway, he prefers his tongue to be free for Eponine to do as she likes with.

He alternates between staring hungrily and trying to look off to the side. He feels like he shouldn't stare at her, but it's so hard not to. There's a girl kneeling over him, and she's naked. She's kissing him. He's half certain that he must have hit his head in the park and passed out or something, because this is a dream come true. He'd never be so lucky.

Tentatively, he reaches up and touches her side. Along the ribs, near to but not quite daring to close the distance for a breast. It's nice, anyway. Her skin is feminine and freshly washed. It feels wonderful under his palm. She's warm and moving and breathing and undeniably real. He groans again, quietly.

"That's really nice."

She smiles softly at his touch.

"Go on, Monsieur. You may touch." She'd never been with such an inexperienced person before. Usually, the men just had her, treated her as nothing more than an object for their own satisfaction, but Yosuke... he needed help.

But Eponine didn't want to pressure him, either. She wanted him to find his own way. Never, ever would she wish her own introduction to sexual intercourse on anybody. And if that meant slow, then slow she would be.

But as she waited, she tried to figure out how to ask for money. Yes. Perhaps robbery would be better... Or she could ask him again. Or leave a note. But then he'd see that she couldn't spell properly. Robbery... Poor Yosuke. Eponine bit her lip. She really did like him.

Permission granted, Yosuke finally reached for the object of his desire. First he just ran the pad of his thumb over Eponine's nipple. It didn't feel that much different from one of his own, but if that was true then it probably felt tingly when it was brushed. He studied her face curiously to see if that would get a reaction. At the same time, he kissed the inside of her bicep, experimentally.

Hesitation cleared away, Yosuke cupped Eponine's breast in his palm. His hands were a little big for his body, but paired with her modest breasts they were a perfect fit. He could get her whole teat in his hand. It felt soft, but firm. Surprisingly malleable, like the world's most exquisite clay. He caressed it, and rubbed at the nipple again, fascinated. He'd never had anything so wonderful in his hand before.

"Is it..if I um. If I licked it?"

It did tingle, and Eponine closed her eyes as Yosuke began to touch. It was easier to disengage from reality when her eyes were closed, and it was easier to make believe that it was Marius who was touching her. Though, she supposed, Yosuke was a nice boy. Still, she sighed as he stroked, and her nipple hardened beneath his touch, and she sighed quietly again as he kissed her arm.

She reached her own hand to play with his hair, her eyes always either shut or looking past him and into the apartment. But hopefully now, Yosuke would be too preoccupied to notice.

At his question though, her eyes flicked back to him. Lick.

"Monsieur... Yosuke... you may do as you wish. There is no need to ask. I cannot say no to you."

Something about that reply didn't quite sit right, but he already had his face halfway to her chest before he realized it. Yosuke's eyes flickered to Eponine too, uncertainly. Still, he'd never have such a chance again, so he took her nipple into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it. Then he discreetly nuzzled her breast for a second, before he let it go and gave her another curious look.

If this was something the island did, then he couldn't go through with it. And that would be terrible. He ached already. Having to help Eponine find her clothes and send her on her way at the moment would be torture. His throat was dry at the thought, and his voice came out strange and husky when he finally worked up the will to ask.

"...You're not under some kind of spell, are you?"

It had happened to him once, after all.

"A spell? No!" Eponine opened her eyes again, and looked down at Yosuke. When she saw his troubled face, she smiled, and bent down to him, kissing him lightly.

"No, Yosuke. No spell. So do not be scared. You are good at what you do."

And Eponine wasn't lying. She had never felt emotionally connected to anyone she had slept with before (except Montparnasse, and as they were mostly negative emotions, they don't count here), and though she had known Yosuke all of a couple of hours, she knew, somehow, that they could be friends. She wanted to help him; she didn't even mind sleeping with him. And he in turn, was acting as if Eponine was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, as if she might break. Eponine had never felt more loved than she did with Yosuke. And her body was reacting appropriately. She could feel herself getting hotter, actually wanting it now.

"So don't you fret, Yosuke. It is fine."

That was definitely something he hadn't expected to hear. The hand Yosuke had been hiding himself behind curled, so that he was gripping himself instead. The idea that he was giving her pleasure too made him throb.

"Yeah?" He gasped at her, after the kiss. "You like that?" Eagerly, he leaned into her bosom again. His tongue flicked along her nipple hopefully for a second, and then he gave into the strange, instinctual desire to mock suckle her. He moved his tongue over her again while he worked his mouth against her breast, which he supported with his palm. Man, sucking on a girl's breasts had to be weird. She probably thought he was freaky. Self-consciously, he let her go with a wet popping sound. Though he couldn't help nuzzling up to her once more and giving a pleased, needy hum. He really wished he knew what he should be doing. What if she told all her friends he got kinky with her?

"I, uh...just. Uh. Let me know what feels good, alright?"

"Yes." Eponine's rely came as a hiss as his tongue caressed her nipple. She adjusted herself slightly to allow him better access to her breasts. She did think that the mock suckling was strange - not something she had experienced before - but it was a good strange. A very good strange. She reacheed to brush his hair, to encourage him to nuzzle deeper, if that is what he wanted.
She moaned as he continued to work, and blushed.It should be him moaning through pleasure, not her. It should be him beginning to grow damp with want. Though he seemed to like making her happy.

She leaned up and away when she felt Yosuke pulling away. And she was completely genuinewhen she said,

"Oh Monsieur Yosuke. You are talented at what you do. That felt amazing. But now, allow me to spoil you."

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in again, and kissed Yosuke on the neck, before moving down to lay a trail of kisses right down to his groin, breasts crushing against his body. She fingered his length too, warming it, before planting a kiss at it's base. On her haunches between his legs now, she licked her way along, before kissing his tip. She looked up, inquiring. Did he want her to continue? Some men preferred her not to; they enjoyed her discomfort.

Yosuke's biting his lip, hard. His face is red and he's doing his best not to squirm or gasp again. Even so, a low groan sounds in his throat, and his eyes roll back again. "H-hhhhnnn." Yosuke responds intelligently.

"Uh-huh. I-h-huh." He adds, and instantly hates himself for it. Damn it, why can't he even get a single coherent thought out?

"Yes. Please don't-"

Stop. But can he really say that? Yosuke whimpers, and then coughs to cover it up, embarrassed. "Please." He says again.

With her eyes still fixed on his face, she gently kissed his tip before opening her mouth.

She began to suck, ever so gently at first, allowing Yosuke time to get used to the sensation. She allowed her tongue to run allow the short length in her mouth, twirling and rubbing against him. Her hands worked efficiently too, massaging the rest of his length.

And, as Yosuke grew more used to the sensation, as Eponine could see he was enjoying it, she would slide more and more into her mouth, still sucking and rubbing, still massaging.

There was no comparison. Nothing in all of his life had ever felt so good. It was almost too good, it sort of hurt in some exhilarating way. Every nerve in his body seemed to buzz with electricity. The warmth of Eponine's mouth made him shudder and sigh, and it was a battle with his own willpower not to buck in her face against the sensation. He hissed out a quiet series of encouraging curses, not intentionally meaning to say any of it, but having trouble restraining his reaction completely.

Yosuke bit his lip to shut himself up, and stroked Eponine's hair. He moaned again, low and soft and rumbling in his throat. He was going to buy her a new dress. And some nice shoes. And dinner, a really good dinner, and she could have his dessert too. He'd get her some really nice soap, too. So what if he had to admit to Shika that he gave that money away in a moment of desperation? Shike had never done anything like this for him. The guy would just have to understand.

"It's good, that's...yeah. Good. Mmm. It's good. You're good. You're beautiful..."

She keeps on sucking at him, massaging his length as he cries out. And slowly, slowly, she draws back, and takes her mouth away from his member. She does, however, keep massaging him as she speaks.

"Monsieur - do you wish to go further? To proper sex? And if you do - do you wish me to go on top or below?"

Because this is for Yosuke. He will pay her. He gets to call the shots.

What? Why is she asking him questions? How is he supposed to think right now? It's so unfair.

The chill of the air on him after the warmth of her mouth sends a shiver up his spine, and he squirms. Shit. Shit, no. He's close. Way too close, and the idea of sex with her doesn't help.

"Wait!" It's a strangled, desperate cry. He's not even sure if it's directed at himself or at her, but it doesn't matter. As soon as the idea of her spread beneath him-no, over him, tits bouncing, warm and velvety soft like her mouth but even slicker, moaning-it's no use. There's nothing to do but ride it out. Yosuke gasps, thrusting into Eponine's hand instinctively a couple times, "I can't-!" ...and spilling over her fingers.

It's got to be the hardest he's ever come. He should be apologizing, offering her a towel, anything. Praying he didn't accidentally get any on her face or hair or something horrible like that. But he can't, every muscle in his body has gone slack and he's actually seeing stars. That last part might be from the sickness, or the panting. He can't catch his breath. Either way, that was fantastic for him and a total disappointment for her...crap.

"Nnn...I uh...hnn. S-sorry. Are you alright?"

Well that was... She'd had worse. So she smiled gently and resisted the urge to wipe her fingers whilst he could still see her. What's more concerning is that she has upset Yosuke somehow.

"Monsieur? You are okay? It was not too much, was it? You wished me slower?"

She leant up a little. "You wish to continue, or you are spent?"

Which was kind of a disappointment, only because him being finished now meant less money for her. If she took the money. She still hadn't decided what she should do...

Holy shit, she still wanted a go? This girl really was an angel. Yosuke gawked stupidly for a minute, and then nodded. Ugh, his head swam at that. But it wasn't important.

"Continue! B-but pause, first. For five minutes, okay?"

He's not totally sure it's possible, but he's going to give it 100% anyway. He knows for a fact he can go at least three times a day. Before school, after school, after work...it can't be that much different to try for twice in the same hour, can it?

Except that just then, something terrible happens. The sloshing feeling in his stomach he's been trying to ignore goes ominously still. His mouth waters. His throat tickles. No! Crap, no. Not now!

But rebellious organs wait for no man, and the most Yosuke can do is cry out for Eponine to move, and shove her gently to one side. After that his full attention is occupied by hanging over the edge of the sofa and miserably emptying the contents of said organ right on the carpet.

Great. Keigo's going to murder him, and Eponine will definitely never have sex with him. He'll be lucky if she ever even speaks to him again.

So, Eponine is sprawled on the floor of the apartment. And for a minute, she's dazed. How did she end up on the floor?

And then she looks up and she sees Yosuke spilling his guts. Right where she just was. At least he was nice enough to push her out of the way.

"Monsieur? Yosuke?" She scrambles to her feet, and perches next to him, gently stroking his head.
"Monsieur, you are okay? I made you sick again, did I not? Oh M'sieur, I am sorry. I will leave if you wish - no charge. Oh Monsieur, I am sorry."

Yosuke groans, and not for the first time in his life wishes the floor would just open up and swallow him already. He couldn't have been less cool if he'd tried.

...Wait, what? No what?

"Huh?"

When he gets his stomach under control again -ugh, gross- he turns to Eponine, wide-eyed.

"I mean, yeah, you don't have to stay. This is gross...man. Really gross. Sorry about that. I thought it was going away. B-but, I don't get the joke. Or, I get it, but, it's a little sad right? No charge? C'mon, like my self esteem hasn't suffered enough."

She has no idea what he's talking about, and looks at him in confusion.

"I make no joke, Monsieur. But I will stay as long as you wish me to. If you want to carry on..."

She shrugs. "We must find a new place, I fear. I will clean it later. It is the least I can do, Monsieur."

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