She danced down the street, singing along to music only she could hear, and clutching a stolen purse of money to her breasts. She could not remember if it had been her sticky fingers that had lifted the coins, just that they rightfully belonged to someone else.
He excited the café and paused when he saw her.
"That's mine," he told her, his eyes as cold as the winter wind.
"I care not," she laughed, and spun away.
He did not chase after her.
She began to come to his meetings, always sitting in the back, never with food or drink. Sometimes he would give a barmaid money to bring her anonymously purchased food, but she would not touch it, choosing to glare at him for the rest of the night as if she knew.
They fucked for the first time in the alley behind the café weeks later, the frost biting at their bare skin. When they were both finished, she hiked up her skirt and gently bit his bottom lip before fleeing into the darkness.
They continued their trysts for months. He knew not what her reasons were, but could only assume that they were related to the way she trailed Pontmercy. Or perhaps she just craved the pleasure or the warmth. Then again, he could not comprehend his reason either.
The night of Lamarque's death, he retired home to find her naked and perched on his bed. Wordlessly he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the dark curls between her thighs. He licked and sucked at her cunt until she moaned with delirious pleasure. Rolling over, she straddled and rode him until he ejaculated without a sound.
"Are you going to cry?" She whispered as he stared at the ceiling, leaving his nakedness uncovered. "You look like you might."
"No," he said, picturing the faces of the friends he loved. How many of them would give their lives up in the next day, simply because he told them to? No matter who died, their blood would stain his hands.
"Good," she told him bluntly, trailing lazy fingers down his buttocks.
Enjolras tilted his head up to face her."I am a monster."
"Yes," she confirmed with a sad smile. "And so am I."
With a sad smile, she bent down and nipped his earlobe, skipping from the bed to the door. She chose to spend her last night on the streets rather than in a bed that she thought she did not deserve.