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CHARACTERS: Combeferre and Eponine
LOCATION: Their Room
WARNINGS: Sexual Content and discussion (so far) of Bondage. R, so far for themes. Will update when it gets to NC-17.
SUMMARY: Combeferre has a fun new idea to talk about...
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[For all that Combeferre appears to be the calm, collected member of his little friend group, the one you would not consider to have any secret vices and pretty standard tastes, that is not entirely true. Combeferre, you see, reads everything, and on the ship, that has included quite a lot. Including a fairly terrible novel regarding some extremely dubious vampire erotica with loosely defined consent, and downright abusive tactics. The novel disgusted him enough that he actually smashed the pad, rather than return it to the media library. but it HAS given him something of an idea, awkward as it is.

For some reason, despite it being awkward, he does very much wonder how Eponine might react to his proposal, though he finds himself hedging around it a little, until one afternoon when they are both very much alone for a few hours. Smiling, a little nervously, he's pausing to perch on a bed, then getting up and walking again, clearly anxious, and clearly with something to say. And he's aware he looks like an idiot, but for the moment he is clearing his throat, then glancing at Eponine, finally opening his mouth.]

You do know how much I care for you, yes? And that I should never wish to harm you, and for you to always have a say in...in everything? Even if it seems as though...No, never mind. Perhaps I should not say...

[He's frowning again, unsure of how to get this out, but wanting to try.]

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[Eponine had enjoyed their time together. The nightmares of the past few weeks were quelled some by waking up to feel Michel's arms around her. It was something she'd never known, and was glad to have him.

Sleeping with him, sex, meanwhile, was enjoyable. He made sure she was happy, focused on her over himself. Every time was a new experience with him, and it was often that she was the one who started it with kisses and touches and whispers.

She still thought of Marius. Quite often. But Michel loved her. He was here. And that was one of the things that drew her to him. It didn't seen that others would join them, so she was content.

When he began to pace, Eponine sat up, frowning at her boyfriend.]

No, you have said it now! You must continue. Tell me, Michel. You need not worry. I have told you many things. It is your turn. Come now and say it, my sweet.

[It was part of that concern for her that had Combeferre worried about what he might say, or the potential outcomes of this. Really, it was hard to find a way to launch into this, but he would try.]

I...have been reading.

[he managed at last.] And it is not that I do not love you, and that you are not enough as you are, but I have been wondering...might you enjoy taking things...our relationship to a different sort of level? One with...added dimensions?

You have been reading! So I've summized! Is this what you have come here to say?

[Teased, gently, her smile wide. But the next part made her pause.]

What do you mean? We are already sleeping together, in two ways. You say you love me, and that it is not that you don't, so I cannot imagine you mean to propose to me- no no one would ever marry me- but what is it that you do propose? Speak plainly, though I am a smart woman, I am not as educated as your peers.

I...not quite only that.

[Combeferre is eyedarting there, flushing a little, because well as much as the ideal is appealing for him, there are a lot of factors, particularly the 'victorian' aspect working against him and his ability to really discuss this sort of an issue.]

That would be nice, at some point, if we are ready, but no I...

There are activities some people enjoy adding to lovemaking at times. Elements that they might include...

Oh? Of what sorts? I know there are men who enjoy being buggered by other men. Some that enjoy women's clothing. You would not fit into my dresses, so what elements do you mean?

[Well, Combeferre certainly could hardly fit into any of HER dresses, true... That said, if there is a pause after she points that out, well, it is only there because that is a story he hopes to never need to repeat. And since he found the whole process a pain in the ass as it was, it is not as though he liked it. Well, the horrible wig was kind of amusing. But not in the way she suggests.]

Oh this is...quite another matter. Some people seem to enjoy ah...being tied up or tying people up and such... I...would that potentially be something you might like to try?

[Hey, she's just happy to have stalker dresses.]

You wish to tie me up as we fuck.

[You're so blunt, Eponine.

Truth be told, she's not sure what she thinks about it. It was never something that came up. Montparnasse would sometimes hold his knife to her, and the rush only added to pleasure, or he would wrap his arms around her throat. Others would, too, if need-be. She was given as a gift, freely, after all.

If Combeferre wanted to try it...]

I shall try it with you, yes.

I...rather, yes.

[Well, at least Combeferre is shocked out of stammering anything about it NOW. So that is something.]

Or that is...I'd wished to bring up the possibility, not...I understand it takes a bit more working up to than just that. Decisions to be made and all of that and you do not...

If you are at all uncomfortable it would stop at once.

[Though he is smiling, a little less nervous about the idea now, more relieved she does not think he is totally depraved or insane. Because, believe him, he'd rather not thought most people DID that sort of thing at home, followers of a certain Marquis de Sade excepted.]

I...would very much like that. Thank you.

[He said if she was uncomfortable, they would stop. But Eponine would never have let him know if she was uncomfortable. It still, after all this time with him, was not in her vocabulary. It would take years, perhaps never happen, for her to be able to say when she was or wasn't uncomfortable.

She had years of contrary experience to make up for.

But he smiles, and she wants him to be happy, and Eponine leans forwards, brushing his hair off his forehead and kissing him there.]

I would do anything to make you happy, my love. We will procure ropes, then. There must be some here.

[Well. Combeferre does intend to do something most unlike the characters in the book he's read, after doing a bit more practical research. Not hands on, of course, but he HAS been making an interesting use of the section of the media library that discusses ways to help couples grow more intimate toward each other, and he intends to set some boundaries and get Eponine to agree to them. Whether or not she follows through, he supposes he cannot dictate, but he will be very careful here.]

You make me happy no matter what you do. But I am so glad that we might go ahead with this. Although, ropes are likely not the best of ideas to start. Or rather, not of the traditional sort. Softer ones might be suggested at first, or, in lieu of those, something much softer at least. Scarves, perhaps?

Scarves, yes! Perhaps our friends have some that I will steal for us. Hardly a better thief in Paris, I will have you know! [Okay, so there were some who were better. But she was still very talented.]

I have a few, as well. In the wardrobe. [She gestured towards it needlessly.] If you should wish to move ahead.

Yes, I would imagine that they do. We do have some rather fashionable friends here. [And then there's Jehan...

I think that it could be arranged rather easily.

And oh good. Hmm...we might try a little. Although, before that, perhaps we should...it is important that we have a signal word...one to use if either of us needs to stop.

Yes, we might.

[A word to make them stop. Curious.] Does stop not work?

I believe that it is something more like... Sometimes the word "stop" is meant to be part of the game a couple plays. I am not QUITE sure how or why that works, but...

[But Combeferre is shrugging slightly. Go figure? Sex and its rituals are sometimes odd.]

I suppose we COULD simply try and see what suits us?

Strange. When I say stop it is because I wish for someone to do just that.

[and they did not.]

We could. It will be trial and error, but I shall happily do it for you.

And I should hope that enough people would understand that that is what it means. Along with respecting it.

[He HOPES but he is rather certain that has not happened to Eponine before. And he's frowning, his face wrinkling a little as he realizes how clear that really is.]

I think in that case that "stop" will work pretty well then, yes? And I think that, hmm we ought to start slowly and not try having you tied for very long. It would be bad for your muscles. However...

[There is a very fond smile.] I so dearly love the idea of tying you up and making you enjoy yourself. I suppose we ought to start by looking for something with which we can begin attempting it.

They did not, as I am sure you are aware. [She was a whore. A prostitue. such things took far too long to exit her blood.]

However? Yes, [She should blush at the idea of enjoying herself.] whatever it is you wish. I am here, and I shall enjoy it.

I had rather thought so, yes.

[Combeferre would point out that prostitutes should also be treated with enough respect by their customers to not be harmed or made to do things they personally found uncomfortable, but it is a reality he knows too much of to consider that ideals are anywhere near the truth.

Enough women came into Necker during problems with delivering or with...attempting not to remain pregnant that the aspect of men holding power over women was made clearer for him than society had even managed to do before, and there had been others besides, who les amis had tried to help, but had not fully understood. Either way, it's an ideal he's not going to spit out now because of how grossly disrespectful it is to Eponine. Instead, he will be nodding and leaning over to give her a gentle kiss.]

Well then, let us see what I might find about the room?

[They had tried. Gold stars were rewarded in the form of bullet holes. They'd gone about it wrong, of course, hadn't fully understood. She did not expect them ever to do so, after all.]

Yes. Maybe ribbons, I have those for my hair.

[They had, at that. Combeferre, especially, had wanted to manage more, but well. There had been not much to do, especially in the days when politics shifted to the point that the rebellions they had long spoken of igniting were happening in the streets around them. It was at that point some other actions had fallen to the wayside in preparation and....well, things had gone on from there, now hadn't they?

Though no. Combeferre suspected it would take another who had been in the same position to really understand. He felt badly about it, but at least there was here and now, and Eponine in his arms.]

Ribbons. I think that those ought to help considerably.

Wonderful. [She returns his kiss, before settling back on the bed.]

They are with my dresses. I shall wait.

Ah, very good then.

[And he'll be getting up to go and check her ribbons, mostly looking for those thick and soft enough that they should not cause damage and can withstand being used for this purpose. Soon enough, he has a few good candidates that he is bringing back over for inspection.]

Are there any of these you should rather not risk?

[She picks up a pale pink one.] We must keep this one nice. I feel most beautiful in it. The others, it does not matter. I am sure our friends will find more for us.

Pink isquite lovely on you.

[There are a few more basic black ones which look like they might hold up, so Combeferre is checking those for strength, tugging a little, and then grinning at Eponine.]

These?

[She blushes, watching him test her ribbons.]

Yes, those will be lovely, I am sure.

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