[ A drink, he is very tempted to say, and hates himself for it. He shouldn't want to experience this moment through a wine-induced haze and yet that is exactly what he craves now as the nerves start to really get to him. ]
Okay. ( He's feeling terribly out of control, but this is important and he needs to do this right. ) Okay.
( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
( The noise he makes is shocked, but that doesn't last long. Instead his hands go to Grantaire's waist. Instead he pushes him back until he's against the wall of Enjolras' apartment. Instead there is an insistent mouth upon his own.
There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
[ Grantaire actually feels a little light-headed after that kiss, his head cleared of anything resembling coherent thought, which is why when Enjolras speaks he doesn't really have the mental capacity to actually process the words. ]
( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
[ Grantaire wraps his arms around Enjolras' neck, a quiet little noise escaping him because of just how intense the sensation of Enjolras kissing him is. He wonders if the other man even understands the effect he has on him. ]
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Can I get you anything?
( It's awkward, he knows. He can't help it. )
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I'm good, thank you.
[ What he means is that he is terrified. ]
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( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
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What he does do is let go of Enjolras' hand so that he can cradle his face with both hands and kiss him hard, almost desperately. ]
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There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
Oh. So that's what it feels like.
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What?
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( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
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I've imagined more.