4. Chapter 4 (1/2)

warning! this chapter contains

ief violence. read at your own discretion.

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hey there! i just want to let you know that on may 3rd, 4th, 10th, and 11th at the franciscan center in toledo, oh, st. francis de sales high school is going to be performing les miserables! i can't wait to go see it, even though it is kind of far. here's the info for it. here's the link to the school website for more information.

tickets are available at st. francis by stopping by or calling 419-531-1618 daily until 4p.m.

adults -$15, students - $10 and sr. citizens $12.

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emmanuelle's sleep-induced haze started to lift as the sun filtered through her eyelids. she yawned, stretching her arms, and started to sit up. why was the bed so hard? where was her blanket? and, perhaps most importantly, where was her dressing gown and why was somebody next to her?

she peered at the person who happened to be next to her and screamed mentally. it was grantaire, who had her white, silk night gown grasped in his hands. she was practically naked without it, so she snatched it back quickly and without hesitation. the sudden loss of fa

ic in his hand made grantaire shoot up immediately. "wha…"

"what the hell, grantaire?" emmanuelle asked, pushing him back to the ground.

grantaire rubbed his eyes with the neck of his bottle, something that joly surely would have reprimanded him for if he were there. "what did i do? damn, i have a headache…"

a pang of white-hot fear flooded through emmanuelle's veins. "what did we do?" she asked, closing her eyes and hoping that it wasn't what she thought. "oh my god, my papa's going to murder me when he finds out…."

"he'll have nothing on you," grantaire assured. "if that's what you think that we did, well, no, we didn't." when he saw the look that emmanuelle made and the not-so-discreet gesture to her removed nightgown, he added, "you got hot. by the way, your

easts are nice."

she stared at him. "what the…..grantaire, why were you even…"

emmanuelle was cut off by a pair of lips crashing into her own. with a start, she realized that grantaire was kissing her. grantaire. was. kissing. her. it was an unimaginable thought, and yet, here it was, happening. his lips were chapped and slightly calloused, and he tasted of wine and beer, but, combined, it was an intoxicating scent that took her to the edge of insanity. she couldn't help but kiss back, even though it really should have repelled her immensely, that's how nice it was. she'd never been kissed, and, well, to be frank, it was nice. her papa was going to kill her, she thought, oh, to hell with it. it wasn't his concern….but, merde, if he caught her now…..to hell with it. she would just have this moment to hold on to.

"grantaire, what the hell?!" a voice shrieked at the pair. "what are you doing to her?"

the pair

oke apart, and grantaire reluctantly rolled off of emmanuelle, who was not faring much better. her face was flushed with excitement, and her lips were sore and swollen from the heavy kissing.

"we've been looking for you all night, the inspector was so worried…he is going to kill you when he finds out that you slept with his daughter!" marius fretted. grantaire looked confused. the inspector's daughter? she was way too nice to be the spawn of the inspector.

emmanuelle, the only one able to communicate, cautioned, "marius, we didn't sleep together. i was looking at the stars, and he came, and….well, we just got too tired to walk back to your house. nothing more, i assure you."

it seemed to reassure marius a little bit, but, still, this was marius. "then what were you just doing?" oh, marius. poor marius. poor virgin marius. poor never-been-kissed-by-a-girl-not-even-his-own-mothe r marius.

emmanuelle sighed. "oh, marius, how blind are you?" this earned a snort and a pat of approval from grantaire. "we kissed."