When Enjolras woke later that day the first thing he noticed was the dull ache that seemed to have taken hold of his entire body and the second thing was the arms that had wrapped themselves around his body and the mop of hair that seemed to have spread over his chest. He glanced down at his friends that were still fast asleep as he carefully sat up and untangled himself from their arms. The cool air that hit him noted him of the fact he was still naked and he quickly grabbed his boxers and yanked them on before walking to the kitchen with a slight limp.
He ran his hand through his hair as he filled the kettle and placed it down to boil as he looked out of the window, mentally mapping the essay that was sat on his desk, still untouched. He grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and added a generous amount of coffee before waiting for the water. Once his cup was full he turned around, to his surprise, finding Eponine dressed in his shirt and leaning against the kitchen door, her eyebrow raised. "I didn't realise you were awake."
She smirked as she nodded her head. "I can tell. You're not a very good host," she teased him as she waltzed into the room, almost skipping until she reached him and took a sip from the mug in his hand before pulling a face. "Bloody hell, that's horrible."
"Swearing isn't very endearing on a woman," he told her as he brushed past her, smiling faintly as he felt her dainty fingers run down his back. She followed him to his desk, watching as he sat down before she spoke again.
"Can I use your shower?" She asked as she glanced at the bathroom door, chewing her bottom lip. He raised his eyebrow as he turned to face her. The past few years he had only ever seen the boisterous, determined Eponine, not one to chew her lip. He nodded his head as he motioned for her to go ahead and she quickly skipped away.
After almost an hour of being in the bathroom Enjolras sighed as he stood up and knocked on the door as he went to check if she was okay. When he got no reply he knocked again and finally, deciding he had already seen her naked once today, he stepped inside.
He leaned against the sink as he watched her stood under the water with her arms held out at her sides, her head tipped back as she allowed the warm water to run over her. She looked like someone that didn't get the privilege of hot water often as she stood there, a small smile on her face. He couldn't draw his eyes away as he concentrated on that expression. The way her eyes crinkled at the edges and how her smile made her dimples even more obvious. He was lost in her expression when her voice pulled him away from it, taking him by surprise. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to pass me a towel?"
He blushed as he grabbed the towel that hung over the radiator and quickly handed it to her as she reached her hand out of the shower. She wrapped it tightly around herself, the material of it almost wrapping around her for a third time. She raised her eyebrow at him as she stood waiting for something. He frowned as he looked around, trying to work out what it was that she wanted when he realised. He hurriedly grabbed the slightly smaller towel and handed it to her, watching as she tipped her head forward and wrapped it carefully around her hair before stepping out and placing a kiss on his lips. "Your turn."
Enjolras was just stepping out of the shower when Eponine slammed into him, now fully dressed with her wet hair falling around her shoulders. She shot him an apologetic smile before she turned to head for the door again and for some reason that he couldn't explain, he quickly grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back towards him. "You're going?"
She rolled her eyes at him as she slipped her hand out of his grasp and took a step back. "Got places to go and people to see."
"Other guys?" He cringed as he looked at her, suddenly wondering how many other people she was doing whatever this with.
She laughed as she shook her head, some of the water off of her hair spraying him in the face before her expression softened and she smiled up at him. "I said things to do, not people."
He frowned at her answer, her words not quite answering his question as he looked at her. She was one of the few people he wasn't able to read. Normally he could work a lot out about a person from just looking at them but not Eponine. She was completely different to anyone that he had ever met and from the moment she had managed to wriggle her way into their friendship group everyone had been drawn to her but not Enjolras. He had always stayed away from the bundle of trouble that now stood in front of him, there was something about him that always left him feeling uneasy but not today. Today he had seen a side of Eponine that he hoped none of his other friends had seen before.
Eponine waited for him to speak, rocking on her heels as he stared at her unblinkingly. After a minute or so had past she sighed and stepped up to him, placing another kiss on his lips and drawing him back from whatever place he had been in. His hand absentmindedly moved his hand to her hair, a small ache somewhere deep inside of him wanted to keep her here with him and Combeferre, from whatever place it was that she was going. It had been raining most of the day and it was too cold to be wandering around at this hour and certainly not safe. Whilst their families had a fair bit of money, Enjolras and Combeferre had decided to move themselves into a slightly poorer part of the city where they had found most of their friends but he had no doubt Eponine could handle herself on the streets. He sighed as he ran his fingers through her damp locks before stepping back, letting his hand fall to her shoulder. "Are you sure you have to go?"
She hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering a fraction before it returned to its previous state and with a shrug of her shoulders she turned away from him. "Tell Ferre when he wakes up that I'll call him later."
He didn't have a chance to reply before the door shut behind her and with a small sigh, he returned to his bedroom and sat down on the bed beside where Combeferre still slept.
Eponine wrapped her arms around herself as she stepped outside, instantly regretting not borrowing one of their coats but she knew that wouldn't end well when she finally got to her own place. She kept her head down as she walked, too many people knew her around here. She took various short cuts, occasionally darting down various passage ways until she reached the apartment she had been looking for only ten minutes after leaving Enjolras.
She pushed the doors open that looked like at any moment they would fall off of their hinges and hurried up the stairs, the noise of her shoes echoed as she looked up at the flights of stairs above her. She had never attempted to use the lift, in places like this they tended to be off putting. More often than not they would be occupied by some drunk and the litter that covered the floor was no way near as bad as the smell of piss that was trapped in the metal box.
She reached the sixth floor in a matter of minutes and fished the key from her pocket. She bit her lip as she realised it was unlocked before she took a deep breath and pushed it open before stepping inside. Sure enough Montparnasse was laid across the sofa, his hands behind his head and a cigarette hung out of his lips. He was only a few months older than her and they'd basically grown up together. He mostly worked for her Father these days and whether she wanted to or not she seemed to have played the role of girlfriend for him for way too long. Depending on what mood he was in depended on what he wanted from her, sometimes if she was lucky she would go months without even seeing or hearing from him.
She headed to the bedroom, trying to ignore the man laid across her sofa as she kicked off her shoes beside the bed and grabbed a slightly thicker jacket before making a beeline for the kitchen. She didn't hear him step up behind him until she felt his hand slink around her waist and she could already smell the alcohol on him and something else, something stronger. Of course what he was smoking wasn't a cigarette. Deciding she would rather stay on his good side, she turned around in his grasp and took the spliff from him and took a drag before placing a small kiss on his cheek.
She missed the narrowing of his eyes as she managed to slip out of his arm and went to the fridge, wrinkling her nose as she looked at the almost empty shelves. She grabbed the block cheese and broke of the corner before shoving it in her mouth. When she turned around he was stood close to her again and she instantly forced a smile. "Give a girl a bit of space," she joked, her voice giving away her uneasiness. He still didn't move, his eyes fixed on her.
She pushed past him as she hurriedly tried to move away from him but before she could his arm had made its way around her waist and was holding her tightly against him. "Where've you been, Pony?"
"Pony?" She snorted as her voice grew colder. "I've been out. Why does it matter to you?"
"I've been ringing you," he hissed as he dug his nails into her back causing her to visibly flinch. She looked down as she felt his breath closer to her face. "You've showered."
"Of course I have," she told him quietly, forcing a small smile. "Got to smell nice for you."
"No, normally you smell like booze and smoke. Who were you with?" He snapped as his hand found her hair and tugged on it, causing a gasp to escape from her lips.
"I told you! I was out!" She told him hurriedly as he tugged on her hair again. She bit her lip, the taste of blood on her tongue made her feel sick as she squeezed her eyes shut. "With friends."
He suddenly kissed her, his tongue forcing its way past her lips as she stilled. His grip on her hair relaxed and he soon had her pressed up against the counter as his hand slid under her shirt. She moaned his name against his lips as he held onto her, finally pulling away. "Get in the bedroom," he breathed as he turned away from her.
She lay alone in the flat a few hours later, her head resting on her hard pillow when she finally fished her phone out of the pocket of her jeans that lay crumpled on the floor. Sure enough there were twenty three missed calls from Montparnasse. She ignored them as she sat up and quickly typed Combeferres number in her phone, she knew better than to save it and let it fall into the wrong hands. She smiled faintly as she listened to it ring, playing with the thin sheet that covered the bed as she waited.
Finally it went to voice mail. She sighed as she chewed her lip, about to hang up when the beep sounded and she quickly moved it back to her ear. "Hey Ferre," she spoke, her grin obvious in her voice. "I had to rush off earlier but I'll be back tomorrow. If you think you can handle it."
She hung up and threw her phone onto the floor before she yanked the sheet up around her as she shivered. She closed her eyes, remembering Combeferres arm around her waist and her head on Enjolras' chest, his heart beat loud beneath his chest, safe in the warm embrace. She was soon fast asleep.