Just Another Barricade

Chapter Two

He gently laid on top of me, his legs on either side as he leaned over me. His breath always had that slight wine smell, and that was what really turned me on as he grew closer. He bit his lower lip and smiled. Whispering in my ear, "Don't faint yet. I haven't even started."

I gave him the most seductive look I could muster as he kissed my collar bone. "Grantaire, maybe we should go."

"I'm just getting started, love." He smiled once again, and I could see the crazed look in his eyes. He looked down at my blouse and long skirt. "Ever take them off?"

I jumped up, alarmed. I hugged my chest as if to hide my almost exposed breasts. "Grantaire, we're going."

"Carolina!" He gently grabbed my arm, drawing me back to him. "Just this once."

The tears were already falling as I looked down. "It's not that I don't want to. I just..." I trailed off, my eyes wandering to the dancing waters of his bright blue eyes. "I guess I'm afraid."

He sent me a reassuring smile. "What's there to be afraid of?"

I looked down at my breasts. "You'd be ashamed of it."

"Of what, love?"

"My body," I spat out, resting my head in my hands.

"Carolina," he snapped gently. He raised my chin and held it there until I stared straight at him. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Don't be afraid of my judgement. It would be an honor." He shrugged. "And if I do live to see the life I wish to see, I might even have a wife."

I smiled slightly, shaking my head. "That's what I'm afraid of. Grantaire, you can't leave me."

He sighed. "I promised Enjorlas."

Suddenly there was heat boiling inside me. "Enjorlas doesn't know anything!" I cried. "He thinks he's in charge of everything. He never has any time for me anymore, and whenever he does, usually Joly or Lesgles or whoever else is there discussing the revolution!" My breathing was rapid, and I could feel the heat flooding my cheeks.

Grantaire placed his hand on my waist and held my neck, tipping me back and giving me a kiss; the most passionate kiss I will probably ever receive.

"That was a lovely way of getting me to shut my mouth," I breathed as he pulled away. I felt an odd sensation inside me as he stared at me. No expression; just staring.

I looked down, gently letting my hair fall on my shoulders. I smirked as I sat on my knees, gently pushing his chest so his head was against the only pillow.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, a mocking tone in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, sitting on him the way he had moments before. "Grantaire?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up." And at that, I unbuttoned the last three buttons of my blouse and leaned against him, unbuttoning his.

He was enjoying it. I could tell.

~Later~

"Grantaire..."

"Carolina, leave me be."

That night hasn't gone how it was planned. I chickened out in the end. He never got farther than stroking my breasts.

"After the revolution, I promise!" I cried after him.

He spun on his heels, causing me to come to an abrupt stop. "The revolution starts today, Carolina." He let his breathing settle before continuing. "You know the trouble... Je t'aime, Carolina, but I can't do this."

"Then don't go to the revolution! You are the one whose going to get their ass kicked by the actual soldiers!" I immediately felt bad for what I said. "Grantaire, I..."

His gaze made my heart ache. "Is that what you think is best?" He took a step closer. "You'd rather me live without any of my friends? They'd be gone." He sighed, letting out a breath. "They be gone," he whispered.