A/N: I'm really not sure if I should continue this or not - I'm enjoying writing it, but, eh, I don't know. I'll keep going for now, but if it gets bad, let me know XD Please review!
Prompt: Imagine your OTP playing hide and seek, and Person A hides so well that by the time Person B has found them, Person A has fallen asleep.
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..coming!"
Marius smiled to himself. He loved it when Éponine was in a playful mood. It was as if by playing children's games she relived the childhood she never got. It was funny how her mind worked - she had the mentality of a child, but the maturity and understanding of an adult. She just said what came into her head, and he loved that about her.
He glanced around, looking at all the more obvious places. He knew she'd have found a place he'd never have looked in a million years, but he looked around the flat anyway. Under desks and chairs, below their beds, above their beds, under the covers. In the wardrobe, in the cupboards, he even looked in and below the sink, just in case. But he couldn't find her.
'Hmm.' Marius thought to himself. He tried to alter his mind to work like 'Ponine's, thinking about how she would view the situation. He glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes had already passed, and it was clear she wasn't going to make this easy for him.
He thought about looking in heights - she was a good climber, and fast too, he'd often seen her scrambling up to the top of the wardrobe without a second thought. So he checked the windows, shelves, tops of cupboards. He checked the lavatory, the workspaces, in a large draw of his desk, everywhere he could possibly think of. No sign of her.
He glanced at his watch again. He'd been searching for an hour - the time had flown by.
Straining his ears, he tried to listen for any tiny sounds the young girl may have been making. Breathing, footsteps, the sound of her skirt fabric. And still, no traces.
But then he walked into his bedroom, and thought he heard something. He listened again. It sounded like - snoring? Quiet, tiny little snores coming from somewhere in the room. It seemed to be coming from underneath him - how was that possible? And then the answer hit him like an anvil.
The floorboards.
There were about three that were completely loose, anybody could pick them up. She'd actually managed to fall asleep in the floor.
Marius smiled. Only Éponine, he thought to himself. Walking over to where the loose flooring was, he picked it up and set it aside. Indeed, he saw Éponine's figure curled tightly in a ball, sound asleep.
"Oh, 'Ponine, what am I going to do with you" Marius said aloud. Éponine was beginning to wake up, disturbed by her change in surroundings.
"Wha-"
"Hush, 'Ponine. Just get to bed, you're clearly exhausted." Marius smiled.
"But-"
"No buts."
"What-"
"Shush!"
"How-"
Marius stopped her speaking with a kiss. Only a small one, but enough to set Éponine's heart racing. "Marius?" she breathed, about to ask more, but was silenced by a finger connecting with her lips. "Shush. Now get to bed, you can't spend all evening here"
He helped her up properly and they replaced the floorboards. Éponine made her way over to the spare bed, and Marius followed her. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead, whispering a goodnight, and quietly closed the door, listening to Éponine's breathing slow as she dropped off into a happy slumber.
