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A Corner of the Park, Sunday Afternoon

Éponine was still leather-jacket-clad and apparently American, but no longer working at the Perk. It seemed some fans ~~like her player years and years ago but those fics are never seeing the internet so don't even ask~~ were of the opinion that as much as her life tended to suck, a good number of her problems (if not all of them) would be solved or at least obscured if a really nice guy came into her life and swept her off her feet.

This weekend being what it was one had, and swept her right out of the coffee shop besides, and they'd been having a great time. Making one-upmanship games out of petty theft, going to restaurants half for the fun of running out on the bill, and generally enjoying everything.

They'd just snuck out of a particularly pricey lunch, and Éponine was still riding the rush of that; she was laughing as they turned onto Minotaur Lane.

"Oh my god, that was so much fun," she got out between giggles. "What next?"

[OOC: For one specifically. This is going to be simultaneously hilarious and weird.]

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"Whatever makes you happy, babe," Frank said, squeezing her hand. This was totes love, okay? "But first, I want to give you something."

Aw yeah. Stolen gifts. So romantic.

He withdrew something from his back pocket, apologizing, "Sorry I couldn't get a box for it - the saleswoman started looking at me funny after a while and I decided I shouldn't risk it."

Then he held out a necklace (http://thumbs3.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/mZQWHslNQtwtWBmUr-prgyQ.jpg) to her, the heart pointing at Éponine from where it sat in Frank's palm.

"I've never felt as free as when I'm with you, 'Ponine," he said sincerely. "I'll steal you a whole mine of diamonds some day, but for now, this is how I can show you how I feel."

"Well, I"m not bailing you out if you get caught --" which was a lie, she so would -- "so it's a good thing you did't take that risk," Éponine said, mock-glaring at him.

She dropped the cynical front when she spotted the necklace, though, and -- all right, reached for it fairly eagerly. "Oh my god, Frank, I've always wanted one just like this," she breathed as she held it up to inspect it, then lifted her hair away from her neck as she turned. "Help me put it on? Then I can thank you properly."

"'Course," Frank said, unclasping the necklace and lifting it up until he could gently clasp it around Éponine's neck. Then he leaned back to evaluate it, noting, "It looks beautiful on you. But of course you could make anything look beautiful."

Oh god, that was so cheesy.

Painfully cheesy, even, but please. Like she cared if it was. This was what she'd been missing her whole life, you know.

"You're so full of shit," she said, laughing, but reached up to fling her arms around his neck anyway. "But you're pretty. Where have you been my whole life, huh?"

"Having adventures," Frank said, with a lopsided cocky-little-shit sort of grin. "Seeing the world. Not that any of it compares to you right now."

To be fair to the fic writer responsible for this, that was almost a canon quote.

"You know, you remind me of these rubies," he commented as he drew back, gently fingering the pendant around her neck. "You're tough, and not any less for your flaws. And you stand out. Anyone sensible would notice you."

Yep, the fic author had done about ten minutes of research on rubies and decided that all of it was information Frank would know.

"I like the way you talk," Éponine told him, which was also a canon quote if you decided to go by musical canon instead. "No one ever noticed me before you did, though."

She had completely, conveniently forgotten anyone else she might have a thing for. It was much less messy that way, and you could skip right to the cute stuff. (To be fair, she'd enjoy the flattery under any circumstances.)

"You have to tell me all about your adventures," she added. "Maybe over dinner?"

"That just means I'm the luckiest one," Frank concluded, and he leaned forward to try to kiss her nose. That was really romantic, right?

...Well, it was if you were a fifteen-year-old writer with limited exposure to the outside world, maybe. Shh.

"You probably don't know this," Frank added, "but in addition to being a talented pilot, I can also make up a mean bouillabaisse."

Which, even though Éponine was American now, gosh, the writer still somehow expected her to be impressed by.

It was totally romantic, shut up. Éponine giggled -- yes, giggled -- and tried to snuggle up to him.

"Can you, really?" Yes, it was still impressive because somehow she still knew what it was. "God, Frank, is there anything you can't do?"

This was meant to be sly innuendo. Obviously.

"I haven't gotten any complaints yet," Frank teased, going along with the innuendo easily. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, snuggling up closer. "'Course, you'll have to let me know if I ever need humbling."

"Yet," laughed Éponine. "I'm not taking anyone else's word for it, I'm just going to have to find out for myself. And I plan to, you better believe it."

Smoothest seduction tactic ever? Sure, if you asked the writer.

"Right here in the park?" Frank teased, twirling a strand of Éponine's hair around his finger. "We have broken a lot of laws today..."

Of course right here in the park. That was ~way edgy~ to this writer (who possibly hadn't thought the logistics through).

"Yeah, but we've got a lot more to go," she said, walking her fingertips down his chest. "And we're just getting started, aren't we?"

Epic love at first sight romance right here, everybody.

"I sure hope so," Frank replied, leaning closer to kiss her neck. Just because, really. "Because--" kiss-- "criminal couples are the best kind."

Yep, they were a regular dining-and-dashing Bonnie and Clyde.

Because absolutely nothing about that reference would imply, accidentally or otherwise, that this could possibly end badly, right?

Éponine made a low growling noise in her throat and reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair. "And you want to be the best of the best, don't you?"

Yeah, she knew him well enough already. Just go with it.

"It's almost like you've known me for more than a few days," Frank murmured against her lips, then kissed her hard.

Like, hard enough to be kind of indecent in the middle of a public park. Guys. Guys.

Edited 2013-07-28 22:58 (UTC)

"I feel like I've known you my whole life," Éponine said, and this was clearly audible despite being said mid-kiss. Clearly audible, but not at all ridiculously hyperbolic, really. "No one ever really understood me before, especially not my family."

Kids, can you maybe watch what you're doing with your hands there? Or take it somewhere else?

"Idiots, all of them," Frank murmured, doing some more stuff with his hands that the fic writer wasn't really paying that much attention to and which shouldn't really all be possible unless they kept shifting positions. "You're like a work of art, Epie. Anyone who doesn't take the time to take you in properly--" dirty?-- "is missing out."

Who cared about physically plausible positions? The important thing was that things were getting pretty hot and heavy for a public place and really, you two, could you at least take it to the bushes or something? (What, that was totally hot and not uncomfortable or gross at all.)

"Is that a promise, Frank?" Éponine purred, practically glowing from the compliments because they were magically healing a lifetime of emotional neglect and anvilicious amounts of woe. "I'll be happy to take my sweet time taking you in too."

Oh yeah, definitely dirty.

Obviously, it went without saying that the dirtiness would take place with similar disregard for physical plausibility and proper precautious.

"Lucky me," Frank purred before kissing her again, and then he was gathering Éponine up in his arms before the both of them off of the bench that they might or might not have been sitting on, sending them gently to the soft ground. "I like that we're doing this openly, in nature," he added in between kisses to her neck. "No furniture. Nothing unnecessary. Just us."

Oh, god.

Arguably all of this was unnecessary.

"Oh god, Frank, that's such a fucking turnon," Éponine breathed as she hit the ground gracefully and with no painful repercussions whatsoever. "You're like the one thing I've needed in my life all along."

In case the narrative hadn't been overly clear about that already.

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