A Corner of the Park, Sunday Afternoon

[filleauloup]

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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[catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com]

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.

[filleauloup]

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.