December 24, 1831

The Christmas Eve party at the Musain had always been the highlight of the year. There was no discussing plans, they exchanged gifts, drank eggnog (which was normally spiked by Grantaire), a joyous occasion known to all the Amis.

But most of all, it was the competition between Combeferre and Courfeyrac to earn a kiss under the mistletoe from Elizabeth.

This tradition had started at last year's party. Gavroche somehow managed to tug her under the doorframe where the red-berried decoration hung above their heads, earning himself the sweetness of Elizabeth's lips on his for a spare moment. Lucky little bastard, he had bragged about it for months.

As the new year of 1831 began, Combeferre and Courfeyrac grew more and more attached to the blonde, even more than they had before. She matured from the innocent fourteen-year-old who gave Gavroche an innocent little peck a year ago into an educated young woman, stunning and enticing as always. All within a year! They fought over the idea, and now the competition began the second Elizabeth and Enjolras had arrived.

"Ah, ma cherie!" Courfeyrac exclaimed, immediately grabbing Elizabeth's hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. The eggnog was running through his veins already, "How stunning you look tonight!"

Enjolras shook his head at the Center as he passed by, heading towards the front window where Combeferre watched the scene unfold. The Guide narrowed his eyes at his friend, shaking his head as well.

"Courfeyrac, where on earth did you learn to be so charming?" Elizabeth's songbird's voice rang in his ears, cheeks reddening as Courfeyrac pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It's my personality, dear Elizabeth, have you not noticed all these years?" He tipped her chin up with the hook of his finger, big blue eyes staring up at him in wonder and amusement.

Her angel-like laughter was music alongside the chinking of glasses and low rumble of conversation. "Yes, I have, it's hard not to."

The mistletoe was only a spare few inches away, if Courfeyrac could only tug her swiftly with him into the doorway-

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" Gavroche came out of nowhere, latching onto the young girl's arm. He practically pried her away from Courfeyrac's grasp. "Come with me! I want to give you my present now!"

"Oh, mon lapin." She cooed, smiling as she pinched Gavroche's cheek. "I told you you didn't need to get me anything."

She started to drift away from him. Looking towards the front window, Combeferre raised his glass to Courfeyrac, a smug look upon his face as if to say "nice try" while Enjolras, for once, finally had a smile instead of a scowl.

Oh, the game has only begun, dear Combeferre.

xxx

Combeferre knew the second Courfeyrac laid a finger on Elizabeth he could possibly lose their little competition. His friend was quick that way. But Combeferre knew something that would make the blonde beauty just melt, in fact, he'd done it before.

Elizabeth had been hovering over a table littered with maps, pen, and parchment, loose strands of hair falling in front of her face. It had been before anyone had arrived at the Musain, just the two of them in the upstairs room. All alone with no one else.

A little known fact about Combeferre and Elizabeth is that they always play games, as do her and Courfeyrac, it was the way things were. Enjolras knew nothing of it, it slipped right under his nose a few times. Alas, he was buried in his studies and ideas of a republic instead of his precious younger sister. But nethertheless, Combeferre continued to tease, as did Courfeyrac, which was one of the primary reasons they'd invented the competition, they both craved Elizabeth's attention.

He had placed his hands on her waist, his frame towering over her own. Combeferre pressed his index and forefingers into her hips, and Elizabeth completely stalled. After that, he carefully kissed the crook of her neck, almost crumbling after hearing her moan as she fell further back into his embrace.

There were three mistletoe locations throughout the Musain. One attached to the doorway on the first floor (where Courfeyrac had almost snatched her up), second above the street side window on the second floor, and the last being in a private little corner towards the back of the first floor, a place where no one would see.

A perfect mistletoe spot.

The trouble was getting her away from everyone.

But for Combeferre, that was a piece of cake.

She was making light conversation with a random student at a table off to the side, already enchanting the poor man as he stared at her with widened eyes. He left a few moments later to fetch himself a drink of water. Perhaps, Elizabeth's ethereal beauty was too much to comprehend.

Combeferre pounced on her before Courfeyrac spotted the moment of weakness. He circled his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her flush against his body.

"Bonjour, ma cherie." He purred, "Have I told you how beautiful you look this Christmas Eve?"

Elizabeth shook her head in response, humming lowly as Combeferre lightly brushed his lips behind her ear.

"No, you haven't." The words nearly came out as a moan. He let his hands dip farther down her stomach; Courfeyrac must certainly be watching them now.

Turning in his arms, Elizabeth's eyes finally met his, sparkling in the dim candle light. Every inch of her body was touching his. Lord, help him please, Combeferre prayed. The blood was rushing down from his beating heart, breaths short as Elizabeth tempted him with her soft, pink lips, nearing his own second by second.

Who needs mistletoe when she was perfect willing to kiss him at that very moment? Surely, Courfeyrac would be jealous. If Combeferre earned himself the privilege of having Elizabeth's kiss, without mistletoe, it would be Courfeyrac's demise.

"Elizabeth," Combeferre exhaled. "If I were to kiss you, in this moment, would you permit it?"

He watched her lips begin to form the word 'yes', her face just mere inches away from his.

And that's when Courfeyrac called her name, beckoning her to perch on his lap.

The moment had vanished and Combeferre placed a kiss on her forehead before she went over to him. He watched as Courfeyrac tugged her into his embrace, straddling him only to have Grantaire hang a sprig of mistletoe over them.

God damn you, Courfeyrac. Why hadn't Combeferre thought of the idea earlier?

"You know what that means Elizabeth!" The drunk sang.

"Lay one on him Eliza!" Bahorel called, patting Courfeyrac on the shoulder.

Courfeyrac lunged forward to have their lips meet, running his hands down her back until they were cheekily place just above the curve of her ass.

Leaning back against the wall in defeat, Combeferre folded his arms over his chest. Why hadn't he thought of just having Jehan hang mistletoe over him and Elizabeth? Or, kiss her when he had the chance.

Now her and Courfeyrac were doing a tongue dance while everyone cheered and clinked their glasses together. Where was Enjolras? He certainly wouldn't tolerate such behavior? Especially if his younger sister was snogging his best friend for all to see. But then, Joly had walked Enjolras home about ten minutes ago. Their fearless leader was drunk after having one single glass of egg nog, what a lightweight.

The night wasn't over yet, Combeferre still had his chance.

xxx

Courfeyrac hadn't left Elizabeth's side for the rest of the night, and the end had come to the annual Christmas Eve party.

Everyone was gone, save for Combeferre, Grantaire, Elizabeth, and a few of the cafe workers.

Elizabeth.

She's still here.

Sitting at the counter and thanking Madame Hucheloup.

The white dress she wore pooled at her feet as she leaned against the counter, rosy lips moving constantly as she conversed. Her silken, blonde hair rippled down her back, falling to just above her hips. Oh, how beautiful she was.

"Pardon me, Madame." Combeferre said, resting his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back. "I'm the one in charge of returning Elizabeth back to her flat."

It was a lie. But Elizabeth, or Madame Hucheloup, didn't need to know that.

"Of course," The elder women straightened her posture. "Make sure she gets home safely."

He felt Elizabeth intertwine their fingers intricately beneath the counter, her being closer to his own.

It started to snow outside.

As the two of them walked, hands still interlocked, snow trickled down onto Elizabeth's golden waves. One even caught on one of her eyelashes. And Combeferre found himself staring again. But this time, his eyes wandered farther down than what was allowed in public. The curve of her hips, swell of her breasts, how dainty Elizabeth's hands were.

"Combeferre," she began, "I have a question for you."

They were all alone on the streets of Paris, the lights in the windows gone, snow falling from the night sky. How perfect it seemed.

He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, "Try me."

Her blue eyes looked up to the sky, "Earlier tonight, you asked for my kiss, but we were interrupted before anything could happen."

They stopped, winter breezes biting at their skin.

As she faced him, she bit down on her lower lip, a sign of nervousness he recognized. "Well, I was just wondering if you…"

The fifteen-year-old in her was showing, pristine and anxious. After all, she was fifteen, nearly ten years younger than Combeferre and Courfeyrac. How young and innocent she was, but that's what made the two of them (Combeferre and Courfeyrac) crave for her.

It was the scent of lilies they breathed, softness of her flaxen hair, and the sweet sound of her voice when she talked. Tonight, they constantly took note of how mature Elizabeth appeared, in her pure white dress with a red ribbon to hold half her hair back. She parroted the looks of a young lady, not the teenager of a wealthy man whom lived in the countryside of France, or the sister of a revolutionary. An entity unto herself is how Enjolras describes his dear younger sister.

Combeferre kissed her before she murmured another word, cradling her jaw and skimming his other hand down her side.

They didn't even need the mistletoe, they hadn't all night long.

Okay, so the ending to this really sucked, in my opinion, but I tried my best.

So you probably may have noticed that I want to have Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Elizabeth to be in the same situation as Joly, Bossuet, and Muschetta. You know, the whole "shared girlfriend" scenario. Lemme know your thoughts about it.

Also thank you to the reviewer who commented! I wanted an addition of a female figure to the Amis because it must be awfully boring without a girl in their midst. Although there is Eponine and Cosette, they didn't seem too involved with the Amis (then again I've only seen the musical and read a chapter or two of the book), so it appeared to me there was the need to have a girl a tad bit more involved with the Amis. If you ever did want read more of my work, and if you're interested in Maze Runner Trilogy, I do have a few stories written for that fandom. :)

-Broadwaykid1832