A/N: Thank you everyone for reading! This chapter throws Enjolras out of his comfort zone a bit so read on and let me know what you think. And just to warn you, there's some M-rated content to kickstart this chapter.

Their hands made quick work tugging off articles of clothing and throwing them aside in between impassioned kisses and moans of desire and longing. They fell back on to the red sheets and Éponine fervently kissed, nipped, and sucked at Enjolras' neck and expansive shoulders as their bodies became one. Enjolras broke off the kiss, his breath rapid, his heart pounding in his chest. Éponine's fingers had matted themselves in the hair at the back of his head and she used her grip on him to pull his lips roughly back to hers. Their bodies a mesmerizing tangle of limbs and sheets, he had never wanted anyone so badly in all his life. His hands explored her tiny body, grabbing at the back of her bare thigh to wrap her leg around his lower back before continuing to slide his hand up over her hip and then across her ribcage. He could feel her panting breath and fluttering heartbeat beneath his trembling fingertips. Their bodies moved rhythmically together, backs arched, legs tensed, hands desperately searching the others form. "Oh mon dieu," Éponine moaned softly and Enjolras felt her thighs begin to tremble against his sides. He picked up his pace grunting quietly, the pleasure building inside them both.

"Enjolras!" yelled a man's voice, giving Enjolras' heart a start and causing him to fall backwards in his chair. He slammed into the wooden floorboards and rolled onto his side to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him on impact. He slowly rose to his feet, cracking his back rather loudly in the process. Every pair of eyes in the room were trained on him.

"Not enough sleep last night?" Combeferre laughed.

"Safe to say it wasn't a woman keeping you up late, eh Enjolras?" Courfeyrac joked, slapping his friend playfully on the back.

"Of course not," Enjolras muttered, his face turning bright red. None of the men had seen him blush before. It was a rather odd sight for them to take in, their fearless leader had never been embarrassed before, he was usually so on top of everything and emotionally guarded. "Back to work." The boys chuckled at his flustered appearance, but returned to their musings over a map.

From the corner of his eye, Enjolras saw Éponine's petite frame rise from the chair she was seated in. She stared curiously at his flaming cheeks only causing them to burn brighter. He found himself unable to meet her gaze as he floundered to get back to whatever work he was doing before he had dozed off. In the back of his mind he was aware that he had not seen Éponine all day until that point and that she must have come in while he was asleep. He wanted to ask her if she had spoken to any beggars about joining the revolution, but the embarrassment over what had just occurred in his mind kept him firmly in his place on the opposite side of the room from the young woman.

He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind couldn't stop wandering back to that dream. He didn't understand where it even came from; he'd only had one real conversation with the girl for crying out loud. But now that the thought had entered his mind, he couldn't shake it. The dream had forced him to look at her in a different way, and now that he had that version of her in his head he knew he couldn't look at her as the simple urchin girl he'd spoken to the previous night.

Éponine pushed back her chair and drifted over to Enjolras' table on the other side of the room. He had his nose buried deep within a book and he didn't see her approach.

"Monsieur," she said softly to get his attention. He didn't look up, his brow was furrowed and he stared almost angrily at the page before him, but he didn't appear to be reading it. It looked more to her like he was very deep in thought. She reached over and took the book from his hands, his head immediately snapped up in response, but his eyes only landed on her for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. Éponine swore she could see his cheeks reddening, but it was a total mystery to her as to why that would be.

He coughed awkwardly, "Can I help you with something?" He still wouldn't look at her.

"I just wanted to inform you that I spoke to some of the people on the street today. They all seemed really excited about your plans, though they had troubled believing that a bunch of rich boys were really willing to put their lives on the line for their sake."

His mouth turned up slightly at the corners as he surveyed the room. "Do you think they will rise to help us?"

"I think they might, monsieur, but-" she stopped. Éponine began to grow angry that the man refused to meet her gaze. She didn't understand his strange behavior; he didn't seem to have a problem looking her in the eye the night before. Was it because he was in front of all these people now? Was he embarrassed to be seen associating with her? "Do we have a problem, monsieur?" she practically growled at him.

Her ferocious tone caught him off guard, forcing him to finally look at her. Her eyebrows were set in an angry line and her nostrils were flared. Enjolras actually thought that she looked rather disgusted by him. "I'm sorry?" he questioned.

"I'm here to tell you good news. I thought you wanted my help, but now you seem to be having trouble even looking in my general direction. Are you so horrified by the thought of people seeing you speaking to a street rat like me? Do you think you'll lose their respect if you're caught associating with the likes of me? That doesn't even make sense if you expect to be fighting on behalf of people even more disgusting to look at then myself!"

"Keep your voice down mademoiselle, you are ferociously overreacting!"

"You asked for my help monsieur, do you want it or not?"

Enjolras sighed heavily, looking deeply into Éponine's tense brown eyes. "Yes I do. I'm sorry mademoiselle, I suppose I'm a bit… distracted."

She huffed loudly and rolled her eyes, but she seemed to be considerably calmer.

"I really do appreciate your help," Enjolras murmured, still maintaining eye contact. Some undecipherable emotion in his eyes sent tingles up her spine.

A/N: Thanks for your reviews, keep them coming! By the way "oh mon dieu"= Oh my god.