e/e femslash, enjolras is asexual and they are just beginning to establish their relationship
Thunderstorms
Enjolras buries closer into Éponine’s side. The younger girl smiled as Enjolras squeezes the brunette in her embrace. Her lips turn up slightly against the girl’s curls. Outside the storm rages, hungry and bloodthirsty. Thirty cars ruined. But Éponine and Enjolras are safe.
Éponine places a soft kiss to Enjolras’ red lips. This is one of their rare moments; when blood still pounds but they are in each other’s arms instead of arguing.
Éponine nuzzles gently into Enjolras’ throat, purring. “I hate storms,” Enjolras grumbles.
“Me too.” Because many a night has Éponine spent in cardboard boxes hiding from rainfall. Too many children has she seen die from hypothermia.
As if to stop the memory, Éponine jams her fingers into Enjolras’ shirt. The blonde sighs, and her girlfriend curls her fists into Enjolras’ spine. A pang of thunder sounds outside and the eighteen-year-old brunette squeals, muffling it against Enjolras’ shirt.
The goddess sighs, reluctantly shifting her arms around Éponine. “You know I never pegged you to be the… girl type of girl.”
“I’m bi, you twat.” Enjolras, ironically, has to stifle a chuckle.
“I know, I know. Just like I’m ace. I just didn’t know that about you at the time.”
Another strum of the storm guitar and Éponine yelps. “I never thought you’d be scared of storms either,” the revolutionary remarks.
“Only fools aren’t.” Enjolras frowns, realising the gamine is talking from experience.
“Well you won’t have to worry about that with me,” Enjolras smiles, curling a strand of dark hair around her index.
