"Teach me some constellations." Eponine said, lying down on the coach on their New York apartment.
"Really? But the city is so cloudy," Enjolras replied trying to the scantily-clad woman lying down in front of him.
"Enjolras…" She practically purred, leaning towards him.
"Fine, Eponine. Just this once."
"Brilliant! I'll go grab the blankets!" She jumped up, and ran into the bedroom to emerge a few minutes later, still only wearing one of Enjolras' shirts, and a small pair of shorts.
"Are you going to put some more clothes on?" He asked, trying to remain passive.
"No, I have you to keep me warm." She was far too smug, then grabbing his hand she climbed out of the window, and began to scale the one flight of stairs to the roof of their apartment, grateful that Enjolras lived in the penthouse, so she only had to climb one flight.
"See, I told you so, the sky is too cloudy for you to stargaze, lets go back."
"No. Teach me something." She lead him into the middle of the roof and laid the blankets down, dragging Enjolras down and sitting in his lap.
"Fine, I'll teach you about the stars. They are all named after shapes-"
"Like those ones," Eponine pointed at the skyline, "they look like a heart."
"No, they don't" Enjolras laughed at her, "they look like a lights at the top of buildings."
"Party pooper."
"Have it your way." Enjolras said, and then began to tickle her.
"No!" She laughed, kicking and screaming, as Enjolras pinned her down and kept tickling her, then pressed a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Fine. You win." Enjolras agreed, smiling at her.
And there, they spent the rest of the evening curled up under the blankets, pointing at the New York lights and trying to morph them into shapes.