You Never Slip
Had you been there tonight,
You might also have know,
How the world may be changed,
In one small burst of light,
And what was right seems wrong,
And what was wrong seems right
"'Taire?" Enjolras leant on the door frame and stared down at the man sitting on the porch steps.
Jehan and Courfeyrac had offered to let everyone say the night in their house and of course, inside was like a stampede with paint, twister, truth or dare and alcohol. It wasn't really Enjolras' scene but he hadn't expected anyone else to be outside too.
Enjolras sits down beside Grantaire and follows his eye line. All he can see is trees and the moon which hangs low in the sky, casting white light to fall over the leaves.
"What are you looking at?" He asks and Grantaire shakes his head.
"Nothing." He smiles briefly. "Just thinking." He takes a swig of his bottle.
"About what?" Enjolras asks and plucks the beer from his hand, tossing it away into a bush.
"Have you ever fallen in love, Enjolras?" Grantaire stares out at the night sky and Enjolras can see the stars reflected in his eyes. "Have you ever wanted to be with someone so bad and they just break your heart without even realising? Because it's hell. Every waking moment you want to run away but you never want to leave and I don't know what to do anymore."
Enjolras sits in a stunned silence before turning Grantaire's face so he can look at him. He's got cat whiskers painted on his face and someone's painted his lips a darker shade of red.
"You said I." He says and Grantaire frowns.
"Did I?" He asks and despite the orange light from the lamps hiding the colour of his face, Enjolras can see a faint blush on his cheeks. "I didn't mean to. I just slipped and-"
Enjolras places a finger to his lips and Grantaire blinks rapidly.
"No you didn't." He tells him and moves his finger which is now stained with paint. "You never just slip."
Their faces are millimetres apart and Grantaire's breath is hot on Enjolras' face.
"Because you're perfect." Enjolras smiles and gets up. Grantaire stares at him, confusion written all over his face.
"Hey!" He gets up and Enjolras spins round in the door way.
"Come here you." Grantaire wraps his arms round Enjolras' waist and pushes him against the door frame. He smiles and presses his lips gently to Enjolras' who crosses his arms round Grantaire's neck. Their mouths move in unison, Enjolras' soft ones against Grantaire's rougher and paint covered ones.
Enjolras tugs Grantaire towards him and ends up pushing the door all the way back so they fall down and land on the floor.
"It's nice down here." Grantaire laughs and Enjolras laughs too before capturing the other mans lips.
Neither of them notice Courfeyrac with his camera taking photos for framing and sending. He doesn't realises they'd just laugh and sign them.
There you have some adorable Enjoltaire fluff.
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Libs ~MusicLoveandMagic~