Insomnia

[MICAH STOKES]

He didn't object when Eponine pulled his shirt off of him. He had to lean back so he could get it up over his head and tossed it across the room, not wanting to be bothered with the damn thing. As soon as his shirt was out of the way he was back on top of her finding her mouth as if he'd never left it. Micah wrapped an arm around Eponine's waist and started to crawl further onto the bed, picking her up and pulling her along with him. He didn't want to be on the edge of the bed and since he was so tall he would have been standing there if they didn't scoot higher up on the bed.

When he was content with where they were located on the bed he pressed his hips down against Eponine's as hers rose, the friction arousing him and causing his pants to tighten. It was a little uncomfortable with the constriction of the pants but he didn't care, he was too involved with her mouth. "God, I want you so bad," The alcohol was obviously affecting the pair of them, and maybe they shouldn't be getting so heated while they were intoxicated and suffering insomnia, but Micah wasn't going to stop. Not unless she told him to and by her words he took that as the go ahead. Her words were confirmed when her hands came to the top of his jeans and she began unbuttoning them.

Without his usual filter in place, Micah said exactly what was on his mind as he grabbed the back of her knee and pulled it towards him, his hand running down her thigh against the cotton of her pants. "Your ass looks hot in these pants." He practically growled against her lips and then let his tongue find its way into her mouth, kissing her with all the fire and passion that he possibly could while she worked on taking his pants off. Meanwhile his hand was grabbing at the waistband of her yoga pants and tugging at him from the side. He managed to get them down off her hip on one side and he palmed her cheek, feeling the lace that covered her rear.

He broke away from her mouth and got up on his knees so he could pull her pants off entirely, leaving her there in her black boyshorts. The lace looked sexy on her and he was curious to see what sort of bra she had on. Women in just their underwear were not only beautiful but they were sexy. And Eponine was already beautiful and full of sex with her clothes on, so he already felt like she should be illegal. She probably was in some states. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to be in this position with her right now and he wasn't about to just let it go to waste thinking about it. No, he got right back to action. His jeans were still on but they were unbuttoned and unzipped, making him look a little disheveled but in a good way.

He tossed her yoga pants in the same direction he'd tossed his shirt and then leaned back down, but this time he lowered himself further down the bed so that his face hovered near her hips. He slowly pushed her shirt up and every time he moved it up an inch his lips followed with kisses for her stomach. His tongue brushed along her belly button playfully and then dragged it up higher until he reached her ribs, that's when he went back to kisses. When the shirt went over the rise that was her breasts he was greated by a black lacy bra that matched the bottoms. He groaned and buried his face into the middle of her breasts, planting kisses and cupping them with his hands, keeping himself propped up by his elbows. He could die a happy man in her cleavage.

[EPONINE GASCOIGNE]

Eponine shuddered to feel Micah’s hand pulling her knee up higher and closer to him, his large hand running along the length of it. She wanted his hands all over her. “Your ass looks hot in these pants.” It looks even better out of them. She wanted to speak the words, but damned if she was pulling away from his mouth right now. The growl of his voice melted her like ice in the desert sun. She moaned has his tongue pushed hungrily against hers, her hand pulling down the zipper of his pants as he tugged at the waistband of her pants. The air was cool on the skin of her thigh and butt when the skin was exposed, but before her skin could cool, Micah’s hand was groping her and she arched into him in response. How was it his hands just on her skin could make her burn so hot?

When he broke away from her mouth, she was panting, watching as he sat up to yank her yoga pants off. Just the sight of him, jeans undone, boxers peeking through, and well-muscled torso, his whole presence silently commanding, was enough to drive her mad. She was going to lose her mind by the end of the night, she was certain of it. Her heavy eyes were full of lust as she watched him move back over her. When he hovered close to her hips, her breath caught in her throat. He was pushing her shirt up followed by a trail of hot kisses, making her sigh and push her head back into the bed as her hands came to clenching his shoulders. His tongue dipped into her belly button and she let out a soft, brief giggle at the tickling sensation it gave her. That hot, soft tongue dragged across her stomach until he came to ribs, where he went back to kissing his way up, drawing her eyes down to him as she panted beneath him. Finally her breasts came into view and he groaned, planting his face between them as he kissed and cupped them. She giggled lightly, breathlessly, her eyes slipping shut and her head pushing back again. She was lightheaded and giddy and weak and it felt wonderful.

Squirming a little beneath him, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it away, hardly paying attention to where it landed. Now she was half naked under him, burning from the inside out and desperate for him. Her hands came to his head in her cleavage, pulling him over her more and lifting her head to kiss him again. She moaned once more, her thighs holding his hips tightly as best as she could as her arms twined around him and she twisted to get him under her. If she was going to hang out in her underwear, he was too. The suddenly movement left her dizzy for a second, so she kept kissing him, her hips straddling his waist. When she regained her balance, she moved down his body, her hands coming to the waist of his jeans and pulling them down, her heavy brown eyes fixated on him as she smiled and bit her bottom lip. It took some finagling, but Eponine got his jeans off his long legs before crawling back up toward him. Her legs straddled his hips, reaching for his arm so she could pull him up to sitting. When he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought her lips back to his passionately. Their tongues twined against each other and her hips pressed down into his slowly, grinding in small, slow circles against him. What she felt beneath her made her smirk against his mouth, one hand tugging lightly on his hair. “You don’t disappoint,” she breathed against his lips, her nose brushing against his as she opened her lustful eyes to his slowly. Thank whatever supreme being was looking after her that she decided to get drunk with Micah, otherwise they wouldn’t be acting on their desires right now.

[MICAH STOKES]

Micah was perfectly fine with his face buried in Eponine's breasts, kissing and suckling on each one gently until she had to go and ruin it by pulling him away. Well, not really. His wanting lips were met with hers and they tasted just as sweet and succulent as her beautiful cleavage. He could feel her moan in his mouth and that only made him throb and harden more, wanting to tear his clothes off and take her but she had another plan in mind and with the help of her thighs and throwing her body to the side she managed to turn him over so that he was on his back. He smiled against her lips and let out a soft chuckle, realizing that her bossiness likely didn't stop outside of the bedroom.

He watched her with a smirk on his face, his eyes following her as she started to drag his jeans off of him. He lifted himself up off the bed so she could get them over his ass and then free his legs before she crawled back into his lap. Micah was about to sit up when Eponine decided that was exactly what he was going to do whether he liked it or not. She pulled him close to her and again he thought about how bossy the woman was and it actually turned him on more, his hands moving up her back exploring her skin and holding her firmly against him. As she began to grind he followed suit and pushed his hips up so that his hardness could rub between her legs as she pushed down, the two of them in perfect sync while they explored each other's mouths.

Feeling her hand in his hair giving it a tug he realized she was probably one of those women who actually enjoyed it a little rougher than others. He only hoped it wasn't too rough. He didn't need her pulling whips and ball gags out from under her mattress, though seeing her in latex might have been sexy. "You don't disappoint," He grinned at her words and shook his head gently, making sure that his lips were still in close proximity so he could brush them up against hers and in a teasing, breathy voice he replied, "no ma'am."

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[MICAH STOKES]

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As the pair of them grew comfortable lying there on the bed, both of them on their backs and staring up at the ceiling Micah began to settle and grow comfortable. "You're beautiful. You know that?" He said in a gruff voice and turned his head to the side on the pillow so he could look over at her. The pair of them covered in nothing more than a film of sweat. As tired as he was there was a part of him that wanted to actually talk to her. His head was high in the clouds, happy as can be and he wasn't ready to come down just yet. And although he'd worked out his buzz he was intoxicated by her very beauty.

"I thought that since the first time I met you. Bossy and beautiful," Micah teased and rolled over to his side and propped his head up with his hand so he could look over her. His hand going to her stomach and running his fingers around making circles and figure eights around her soft skin. It was such a contrast to the rough skin of his hands and it felt so nice to the touch. He could do that all night long if he had to.

[EPONINE GASCOIGNE]

Satisfied didn’t even come close to describing how Eponine felt. She was exhausted and content to be so, warm to her very core and her release still hummed beneath the surface of her skin. She felt alive and happy…she was so happy. She had thought she’d known happiness in her life…but the way she felt now made all of that happiness pale in comparison. Micah was lying beside her, they’d both acted on deep-seeded desire for the other, and all she had to do was roll over to kiss him. Eponine had never dreamed before, but if she had, her happiest dreams would have been just like this. “You’re beautiful. You know that?” She turned her head at the sound of his voice and the smile that spread over her face was brighter than any smile she’d ever given anyone. Micah thought she was beautiful. She had never received a better compliment. “I thought that since the first time I met you. Bossy and beautiful.” Her heart actually ached to hear him say that, though she laughed when he called her bossy.

He rolled over, looking down at her as one hand drew figure eights on her stomach and she smiled warmly at the sensation. It tickled, but not so much that she was squirming. She was already relaxed, but the tickling only relaxed her even more. Her own hand came up and ran over his hair, her nails very gently dragging across his scalp, giving him the same tickling sensation he was giving her. “You’re beautiful too, even if you called me bossy.” She grinned wider to let him know that she was fully aware she was bossy. “First time I saw you I thought, ‘Wow, he’s so handsome! When did criminals become handsome?’” Her tease was accompanied by a giggle, her fingers running along his jaw now. “Of course, now I can’t say that there are handsome criminals, because you’re not a criminal.” She gave a light shrug and tilted her head to the side smiling again. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw gently, slowly, memorizing him.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Micah,” she confessed quietly. “You’re genuinely a good person. It’s hard to find in Gargoyle society, especially in politics. I kind of feel like I hit the jackpot.” She laughed lightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pulled him down toward her while she lifted her head up. She kissed him softly, her hand finding its way back to his cheek and she wondered what she could have done to deserve such a good man. She felt so content to just kiss him and touch him, like she could do that all night. Though she was sleepy it sounded like a good idea to her.

[MICAH STOKES]

Eponine's touch on Micah's scalp felt nice and started to relax him more, easing into the groove of the mattress comfortably. "You're beautiful too, even if you called me bossy." He would hardly call himself beautiful. The thought made him chuckle. "First time I saw you I thought, 'Wow, he's so handsome! When did criminals become hansome?" He grinned at her and watched her face, the way her mouth moved when she spoke and how delicate her features were. She was so small in comparison to him. What a pair they made. "Of course, now I can't say that there are handsome criminals, because you're not a criminal."

Her words rang true in his head even though he still thought of himself as a convict. "I guess you're right," he said quietly but he was still thinking about it. It wasn't as if it would be on his record. Then again what sort of record could he possibly have? He was a gargoyle. The only record that mattered for them was with their own kind and his had been wiped clean.

"I've never met anyone like you, Micah. You're genuinely a good person. It's hard to find in Gargoyle society, especially in politics. I kind of feel like I hit the jackpot." He didn't want to seem conceited but she was right. It was hard to find decent men and women when you were dealing with political affairs, especially Gargoyle. It was the same way with the Guardians though, they were hardened and most of them just mean to their core. It was the training. The training turned each gargoyle hard. They were forever changed after they went through their training. Sad but true. His train of thought was cut short when Eponine pulled him close and their lips met again. They were softer kisses than they had been at the beginning. The desire was still there but it wasn't as urgent as before. They were almost sweeter and he enjoyed them.

"Neither have I, Eponine," he said with his voice just above a whisper. He was growing tired and even let out a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "There aren't many of us out there.." Micah knew he had a rough side. There was a side to him that was mean and cruel as all the others but he chose to keep it bottled up. If he let it out he'd be no better than the tyrants of the Council. Torture someone? He could do it if he had to. Kill someone? With his bare hands. But it didn't mean he wanted to do that. He didn't want to show that side of himself to friends. To those he cared about. Like Eponine. If he would have shown that side of himself to her that first day in holding then her judgment about him surely would have gone the other way.

He pushed one arm under her and drew her in close to him, wanting to lay on his back and hoping that she would curl up against him. They were still naked and it would get cold eventually but if they were close they'd stay warm. Not to mention he just wanted to be near her. "Come here," he told her and nudged her with the arm underneath her. She better get her bossy little ass over to him. "What do you say we try this sleeping thing again?"

[EPONINE GASCOIGNE]

“Neither have I, Eponine.” Micah yawned and Eponine yawned too, turning away as she did so. Apparently that’s what people meant when they said yawns were contagious. “There aren’t many of us out there…” He agreed with her statement and apparently included her as one of the good Gargoyles. Was she good? She could never answer that question. She had defended outright criminals and gotten them off for technicalities, though she had stopped doing that a very long time ago. Once upon a time, she had done dirty work for the council. It hadn’t lasted long, but the fact was she had done it. She was even capable of having a man killed, though she had never done it. Eponine was capable of doing so many bad things and had done them that it made her feel like her hands were much dirtier than Micah’s. Worse, she didn’t regret all of the low places her work had taken her; they made her what she was, and what she was, was a damn good attorney. Micah had conviction in his morals and didn’t seem to stray from them. Eponine had morals, but there was a lack of conviction that allowed her to stray from them in the past. How could she be in the same category as Micah with the things she had done? Micah at least had good reasons for whatever bad actions he had taken in the past, like killing people and beating people up. Eponine had done everything she did out of pure ambition—that was no excuse.

Yet there they were, lying together and naked as the days they were born, and he thought she was beautiful. And to be honest, lying there with Micah and with the way he was looking at her, she felt beautiful. She was beautiful because a beautiful person thought she was. He pushed an arm under her and she was a little surprised by it at first, watching as he moved to the bed beside her. “Come here.” He nudged her with his arm under her. “What do you say we try this sleeping thing again?” She smiled wide and rolled onto her side, curling into him with her arm stretching over his torso. Before she got comfortable, though, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his scruffy cheek gently. She rested her head half on his shoulder and half on his chest, snuggling close. Eponine certainly felt exhausted enough to try and sleep. The alcohol was still in her system, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as it had been, leaving her with light feeling of relaxation. Compounded with her physical exhaustion and satisfaction, she was ready to pass out. Except for one thing…

Though Micah was warm and his arms were wrapped over her, she knew they would both get chilly lying out naked like that. She sat up, muttering, “Hold on.” Her hands pulled at the comforter beneath them, indicating she needed him to move some so she could get it out. “Move it, Sasquatch,” she teased with a big smile and a laugh. When she’d finally finagled it so they could get beneath it, she pulled it up to just over his stomach and then snuggled into him again with a big smile. She leaned down and kissed him, still getting a rush from being able to do so now, and she smiled lightly against his lips. After a long moment, she pulled back and slid back down to nestle into the nook between his arm and his body, her arm draping over him again. As soon as her head rested against his shoulder and chest, she closed her eyes, letting herself relax comfortably against him. The soft, rhythmic sound of his heart beating lulled her further into sleep and she hoped this would last longer than the tiny naps she had been taking.