Enjolras stirred as the morning sun illuminated his room. Nothing seemed to be wrong, or made him worry, even though in his foggy mind it dawned on him there was an extra person in his bed. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw the red hair in front of him everything clicked into place. He smiled remembering how she hadn't complained at all when he pulled her down; perhaps she was just too tired.

Or perhaps this is how it should be. The thought popped up in the back of his mind. It certainly felt right, like he was protecting her from the world and all it's hardships. He pulled her closer to him, her back pressing against his chest. They just seemed to fit.

As he lay there he wondered if this had been what Marius was babbling on about yesterday, this feeling of being whole. He was being ridiculous, today was far too important to get caught up in feelings. The thought hit him like a tonne of bricks. Today. The funeral was today, he needed to get up and meet the others. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to just stay exactly where he was.

Propping himself up on his elbow he leant over and gently kissed Amelie's cheek to wake her. Turning her head towards him she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Morning" She whispered, still half asleep.

"Morning."

As Amelie became more aware of her surroundings she realised how close they were. It seemed to have hit Enjolras too as they looked at each other, unsure what to do.

Only seconds passed, but it seemed like minutes to them. Their noses were almost touching, it would be so easy to just lean forward a little and plant a kiss on Enjolras's lips. Amelie would never dare though, what if he became angry? She knew how important today was.

At the same time Enjolras debated the same idea of how easy it would be to lean down and finally get the kiss he'd been trying not to think about for years. He couldn't afford that type of distraction today. Maybe if he did kiss her he'd stop thinking about it, there would be no more what ifs. It would be the best thing for their cause; he'd be more focused. He'd be happy. If he hadn't convinced himself before he had now.

Ever so slowly he leant down and tentatively placed his lips on hers. He knew he'd made the right decision and as Amelie returned the kiss he grew more confident resting his hand gently on her cheek. She was amazed at how tender he was being, after years of imagining this situation they both thought it would be more desperate, more wanting, and yet they found themselves wanting to savour every second. Amelie ran her hand softly through his hair as she turned her body to face him and felt his arms completely envelope her.

When they finally broke the kiss, not for wanting but for air, they became unsure of what to do again. For that moment they didn't think, they just did what was natural, and yet now they both began to question what action to take next. Enjolras rested his forehead on hers, deciding to enjoy the closeness while it lasted.

"Am I still drunk?" Amelie jumped back so far she fell out of the bed as Grantaire stood in the doorway, his open mouth turning into a grin. "Did you…?" He motioned between them raising his eyebrow.

"When did you get here?" Enjolras helped Amelie up who rubbed her back. They had been so engrossed in each other that neither of them had heard Grantaire arriving. He smiled wickedly.

"I wish I could say I saw everything, but all I saw was you two looking at each other all loved up. Just yesterday you were telling Marius to stop this kind of behavior. I am astonished. I expected better from you two."

"We didn't do anything. Well we kissed, but…" Enjolras was so concerned at the fact Grantaire might have lost faith in him he didn't realise that his friend was simply poking fun.

"But nothing Enjolras, we have a revolution to attend now come on. Get it together we need our leader." Grantaire smiled slapping him on the back. "And relax. I won't tell a soul." He smiled leaning closer and whispering to Enjolras. "I'm happy for you, just don't get daydreaming like Marius and I'll stay happy for you." With a final slap on the back he bounded out of the room and towards the crowds.

"We should really go." He said quietly. For the first time, instead of offering his arm to Amelie he took her hand. It made him feel exposed, showing this kind of affection in public, and yet at the same time he could think of nothing better than heading to fight for his number one cause while having Amelie right next to him.