Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or any of the characters. Everything is property of their respective owners
AN: The underlined part in the beginning is a dream.
Chapter 1:
She was so beautiful in the lamplight, and her lips tasted so sweet. His hands were on her shoulders, running along the arms, exposed from her nearly sleeveless shirt. Now they were at her mid section, stopping when they reached the remains of her tattered skirt. He did not know why he wanted her so badly. He only knew that she was so divine, despite what people said about her. His hands began to raise her skirt.
Enjolras sat up in bed, the knock on the door having woken him. He was breathing deeply, his bare chest falling up and down. He put a hand to his forehead as another knock sounded.
"Enje?" came Marius' voice from behind the door. "Enje? You okay? You awake?"
"I am now." Enjolras called in the direction of the door
"Hurry up."
Enjolras groaned and got out of bed. As he walked over to his dresser and started to take out clean clothing he thought about the dream he had just been having. Why was he dreaming like that? And with HER of all people, he didn't even know her that well. As he finished dressing and putting on his vest, he sighed again. What was happening to him? He left his room to find Marius, leaning against the wall waiting for him. Enjorlas, having gotten his serious attitude back, nodded at Marius and the both left the building.
The two ex-revolutionaries started down the street careful to watch where they were going. Even with the end of the Revolution the streets were not the most welcome of places, but at least they were looking better than they once had. They walked along the sidewalks making their way to the Café Musain, and were just about to enter it when a young high-pitched voice called out to them.
"Marius, M'sieur Enjolras!"
Enjolras stood still while Marius ran over to the girl who had just called to them. He knew that voice, even though he had only heard it a few times he knew that voice, it was the voice he had just dreamed about, and he felt himself grow tense. He turned slowly around to see Marius spinning the girl in the air, a smile on her face, and laughter escaping from her mouth. The smile and the laughter of Eponine.
AN: So what do you think? Good, Bad, Not Sure? The first chapters will most likely be short ones, but this is my first attempt at Fan Fiction, so please bear with me. Thank You.