[Eponine grins into the hungry kisses, resting her head against his forehead when he takes a quick pause.
It's easy to shift under him, being as small as she is, and he helps her far more than others would have. As he pulls away, she leans up, trying to capture his lips again.
You're sure? The words send a strange surge through her. Of course she was sure. Why was he asking? Was it not implied with the way she kissed him? How she had asked? But if he wanted an answer, he would get it.]
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It's easy to shift under him, being as small as she is, and he helps her far more than others would have. As he pulls away, she leans up, trying to capture his lips again.
You're sure? The words send a strange surge through her. Of course she was sure. Why was he asking? Was it not implied with the way she kissed him? How she had asked? But if he wanted an answer, he would get it.]
Oui, m'sieur Costigan. I am sure.