[Closed Log]

[but_civilization]

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...
NOTES:



[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.]

Comments

[but_civilization]

Indeed.

[And so Combeferre is continuing there, finding the spot he needs, by feel mostly, making a small exclamation of success as he locates his first clitoris! He'll be taking his time then, spurred on by Eponine's reaction and request.

Those nails digging in are...actually, he quite enjoys those, moaning a little at that too, and then at all of her. Take that, Victorian medical school!]

[jondrette]

[Whatever's going on in the room, Eponine doesn't know. Eponine doesn't care. She's too happy, feelings coursing through her that she had not felt before. Her entire body was on fire, tingling, ready to take flight. Words were impossible as she gasped open-mouthed, her legs clasped around Michel's head to keep him between them, her nails carving half-moons in her palm, tied above her head.

She wants to use them, to reach out and touch this man, to pull his hair and keep him satisfied between her legs. But, that, she supposes, is the point of being tied up. And she loves it.]

God- Michel-!

[but_civilization]

[Nor does Combeferre, really. At Eponine's gasp, the heat in his stomach begins to travel downward and he finds that if he thrusts his hips just right, there's an ideal friction that makes him gasp, so he rocks back and forth, content to leave Eponine's hands where they are. All of that can come later. For now, this is amazing, this is perfect and...]

Not quite God, I assure you. But thank you all the same.

[jondrette]

[He's saying words, and each move of his lips sends vibrations through her body. She groans again, struggling to find something to say rather than noises to make.

Nope, she can stick with noises, twisting her hands back and fourth. She shifted her hips up, eyes closed as she felt as though her entire body would lift up off of the bed and float towards the ceiling.

It doesn't take long, as he keeps working like that, for Eponine to cry out, waves of pleasure rocking through her as she came against Combeferre's lips and tongue.]

[but_civilization]

[And then Combeferre is tasting her, all of her and gasping at the same time. This is, well, nothing like he might have expected. He's not sure what he expected but Christ, this is amazing all the time. When he looks up, finally, he's smirking.]

[jondrette]

[She's breathing heavily, laying there in the after glow when she opens her eyes to look down at Combeferre.]

I have- never felt like that before.

[She raises her chin, indicating he should lean up.] Kiss me. Kiss me, make love to me. Let me feel heaven.

[but_civilization]

Oh no?

[Combeferre is scooting up beside her for a kiss then, and grinning at her state. A part of him had been so worried about this, recalling unpleasant circumstances, or crossing any sort of traumas with sex, so it is something of a big relief to find this worked so well.

His kiss now lingers and a hand slips to her breast.]

I do think that can be arranged.

[jondrette]

[She can taste herself on his lips, grinning into it. It's not bad, the way she tastes.]

Good. I should hope so. [Her hands still tied, she arches into his hand.]

[but_civilization]

What do you think? [There's a hand trailing to one of her wrists now, rather gently.] Should you like to be set free now, or to wait a bit longer on that?]

[jondrette]

You must keep me bound.

[She longs for him to be in her, for him to hold her.] I wish to be yours, for you to love me as you see fit, to taste myself on your tongue. I- [She breaks off, looking at him, her dark eyes wide and clear.]

I love you. With you, I know what that word means.

[but_civilization]

Ah that I certainly can do.

[For now, Combeferre is nipping at her neck, then turning that into a string of kisses back up to her lips.]

And I love you. You saved me, do you know? You came to us just as...when I needed a friend the most. And then, [And then,he is kissing Eponine again, more tenderly.] And then, you loved me. There is not much else to say than that, but it does mean everything.

[jondrette]

I did nothing of the sort, [she tells him, lowering her head to try to rest against his shoulder, even as he kissed her.] But I will accept it. You, too, have saved me. Your love, with it I feel... Whole.

[but_civilization]

As do I with yours and you.

[He's scooting closer to make that easier for her to manage after the kiss.]

You have...I have a world again, and that is down to, and thanks to you.

[jondrette]

No, m'sieur. We have more than a world here. We have the stars, and a universe stretched out in front of us. Together.

[but_civilization]

A universe. Much more vast and better able to fit the possibilities it brings us, no?

[jondrette]

Perfect. [She kisses him again, slowly.]

[but_civilization]

[Combeferre is returning that kiss deeply and then grinding himself against her there.]

Yes, isn't it?

[jondrette]

[She groans, arching against him.]

Oh yes.

Michel- hold me down. As you enter me.

[but_civilization]

I...that can most certainly be arranged.

[He's a bit nervous that it may hurt her, but then again, she'll stop him if it does, won't she?]

[jondrette]

[Will she? That question has yet to be answered as she braces herself for it, feeling far too free on top of the bed, if he is to truly tie her up.]

[but_civilization]

[Well, he certainly does hope so. For now as a bit of a test run, he'll use his body to pin her, as suggested, though, admittedly, this is a little awkward but he's getting the hang of it after a moment, doing his best not to press on the areas he's already tied but further down.]

Like this, then? When I do?

[jondrette]

Yes, yes, like that. [She tenses slightly, but reminds herself it is Combeferre.] It is easier, to be tied, when I cannot move as much.

[but_civilization]

Is it?

[He notices that tensing and stops, considering a moment.]

I do have a few scarves that might...would you like to try that? For me to tie you a bit more?

I wish you to feel safe, first of all. If being tied, instead of pinned will make it better...I am glad to try.

[jondrette]

[She looks away from him, biting her lower lip.] No, it is alright. I am safe here with you. Do not fear.

[but_civilization]

You are safe, yes.

[Combeferre is pressing a bit tighter, experimenting with holding her down a bit.]

More like this, perhaps?