A/N: A bit of a longer chapter. Thank you for all of the reviews, follows, and favorites! It's really motivating. I don't own Les Miserables.

Eponine stepped out of Cafe Musain, peering around self consciously. She felt as though everyone knew what she had done. Her stomach whined hungrily. She thought about how she could walk back into the Cafe just as easily, break open a couple of eggs that she knew were sitting in the ice box right at that moment, and eat.

But then Enjolras would wake up.

She was tempted, but she walked on, feeling her pockets for any money. She picked a fifteen sous piece out of one and took a detour to the bakery.

Her head throbbed. She hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning and hadn't had any water to drink since the afternoon before, when she was walking to the cafe in the rain, her mouth open as she was sobbing. Eponine shook her head, approaching the small bakery.

She recognized the baker as a man who used to frequent the Inn her family owned. When she was very little, her father would make her bring him cup after cup of wine. He also used to make her pick pocket him. A wave of guilt washed over her as she approached the counter.

"How much is a loaf of bread?" Eponine asked quietly, glancing at the baker briefly.

"Twenty sous, m'dear." He responded, grinning a toothless grin.

"Twenty sous?" She asked, dumbfounded at the price. "I only have fifteen..."

"I'm sure we could work somethin' out, love..." The baker nudged her with his elbow, raising his eyebrows.

Eponine recoiled, blinking. All of the guilt she had felt a few seconds before disappeared quickly. "Just give me half a loaf for ten." She sneered, biting the inside of her cheek.

The baker rolled his eyes and handed over the bread. Eponine placed her fifteen sous piece in his hand, waiting expectedly for change. He just stood there, shooing her off with his hand bitterly.

"Scum." She sputtered at him before turning around and walking away, holding the warm half loaf of bread to her cold body. Her dress hadn't fully dried yet, and it was still slightly damp from the rain. Eponine didn't feel quite ready to go back to her house yet, so she found an alley and settled down into it.

Eponine sat down and bit into the bread gratefully. It was a good loaf, fresh, full of nuts and grains. Her brain felt warm and functional. She swallowed and rested her head on the back of the wall, feeling her eyes grow heavy.

She had barely slept at all the night before. After what they had done, Enjolras had fallen asleep right away. It took Eponine longer. She feel asleep at about four in the morning. It was currently six o'clock in the morning. She hadn't even slept two hours. Eponine could feel herself falling asleep against the wall.

She finished the bread and began to walk back to her house. She didn't feel like dealing with her parents who would most likely be home, so she climbed up the ladder that was propped up on the side of the house, climbed onto the roof, and crawled in through a large window into her room. Eponine wedged the window closed again and drew the curtains together, swallowing a yawn.

She nearly collapsed on her mattress, pulled the blankets up to her ears, and curled gratefully into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

The words vibrated through Eponine's skull as soon as she fell asleep, sending her straight back to the last place she wanted to go. Back to the cafe the night before where Eponine sat desperate and depressed. The memory played in her head.

"I needed a break anyways..." Enjolras said with a half smile.

Eponine just nodded, letting him set the kettle on the stove and get out two mugs. He was humming some sort of tune while the water boiled. This was rare for him, to be in such a good mood. Eponine let her eyes roam over to his desk and she saw a stack of parchment binded up. It looked like it was ready to be sent away. He must have just finished something big.

She noticed what was making her cold were her clothes. Even though her skin was nearly dried by the fire, her clothes were still soaking wet. She shivered. They seemed to be getting more cold and wet by the minute.

"Enjolras?" Eponine asked in a tentative voice.

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to have an extra set of clothes here, would you?"

"I would not."

"Oh." Eponine said quietly, unsure of what to do. "Do you have any towels or blankets?"

"There is a towel in the washroom in the back and a blanket on the mattress in the spare room," He nodded, "You could use one or the other. Why?"

"My clothes are wet from the rain..."

"Oh..." Enjolras glanced at her for a minute. "Oh..."

"I need to..."

"Take them off?" He suggested, swallowing a lump in his throat.

Eponine could feel her face get hot. She nodded.

"You may go to the spare room or the bathroom to change."

She nodded gratefully. "Thank you, sir."

"You don't need to call me sir, Eponine. I am a friend of yours."

"Yes, a friend." Eponine nodded, smiling softly. "I'll be right back, si-... Enjolras."

Eponine returned to the table a few minutes later. Her wet hair was toweled dry and brushed back with a hair brush she had found in one of the drawers. Her face looked fresh and clean, the dirt that usually made a thin layer on her skin was washed off completely. Her brown eyes looked bright and lively. She wore nothing but a light blue towel that hung down to the middle of her pale, thin thighs. It was wrapped carefully around her in a blunt line just beneath her collarbone.

Enjolras couldn't help but stare at her, taking in every aspect of her body that he could see. From the pale, freckled skin of her shoulders, the sharp cut of her collarbones, the cheekbones with natural dark blush. He took all of this in and was left breathless.

He wanted to see more.

He had kissed a girl only once in his life. In first grade during a sort of game, a girl kissed him on the corner of his mouth clumsily. He had wiped it off with the back of his hand, annoyed. Enjolras had never had a feminine companion. He had never physically been with a girl.

But suddenly he wanted to be with Eponine, in every meaning of the word.

Eponine stared back. Suddenly, something overcame her. A sudden want that was quickly turning into a need. She needed somebody to hold her or she would break again. To hold the pieces of her together, to love her. She loved Marius. Yes, she did. But she needed somebody to love her back.

Even if it was just for one night.

They both stared at each other. Eponine took the first step, then Enjolras took one. They did this until they were just centimeters away from each other's faces. Their lips lingered inches away from each other, both sets parted slightly, heavy, nervous breaths escaping from them both.

Enjolras tried to move forward, but Eponine just stood there, shocked of what she was about to do. She wanted to do it, she wanted it in that moment more than anything. But she knew she would regret it. Something stupid inside of her would convince her that she was betraying Marius, even though he could care less of what she did.

He suddenly realized that she wasn't responding to him, just standing there in some sort of sad haze. It was stupid. Why would Eponine fall for him, let alone kiss him? Enjolras caught himself, flustered and blushing, before turning back around to check on the tea.

But Eponine caught his shoulder, turning him back around and pressing her lips to his.

It didn't take any time for Enjolras to respond to Eponine's kiss. He kissed back just as urgently, unsure of what to do. He never kissed anyone, and had only been kissed himself on the corner of the mouth. He followed what she did, his lips parting seconds after hers. His hand stroked the side of her face, which grew more flushed and hot by the second.

Eponine would never admit it, but she liked it. She liked every part of kissing Enjolras. The intimacy of the act, the way their lips fit so well together, the way he held her face. She breathed heavily under the forcefulness of his lips, trying to hold back content sighs.

Her hands rested on his chest. Eponine's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. His hands grabbed her waist almost forcefully, but a small part of him remembered to be gentle.

She breathed softly, pulling back from his lips. His forehead rested on hers as he tried to catch his breath. They looked into each other's eyes, both of which were filled with tenderness. Eponine's hands shook as she tugged at the knot that held her towel up.

"Eponine..." Enjolras said slowly, trying to control himself. He peered up at her for some sign of something.

She bit her lip and nodded, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"You're sure?"

"More than anything."

Enjolras kissed her once more, grabbing her waist and carrying her to the spare room, never detaching his lips from hers.

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