Cosette awoke the next morning after a wonderful night, and rose out of bed softly, trying to let Marius sleep a bit longer. Though they had been so tired, neither of them had managed to sleep much. She smiled, and then got out her clothes from a suitcase. After she was dressed, she looked back onto the bed. She smiled and felt a great rush of affection toward her husband, lying facedown on the bed with the blankets bunched up at his bare waist. But then the clock struck seven thirty, and she knew it was time to wake him. Cosette kneeled on the bed and kissed the scar on his shoulder, caused by a wound from the barricade.
"Marius... wake up..." she whispered very gently. She slowly kissed her way up to his neck, and then to his ear. She whispered his name again, and then again. She kissed his eyelobe, and she saw him smile. So he was awake. "Hmm..." she began. "It seems he won't wake up... I guess I'll just have to try something else."
Cosette pulled away and grabbed a pillow. She hesitated, not sure, but then she saw him smirk, and then she hit him on the head with a pillow; he 'awoke' with a start.
"Ha!" Cosette cried, and watched as he grabbed another pillow. After a minute of vicious pillowfighting, Cosette sat with Marius underneath her.
"You are now at my mercy," she cackled.
"You are truly terrifying," he smiled. "But I think I can win this one."
"Oh, really?" she challenged, raising one eyebrow. Then Marius was tickling her, and Cosette- a very ticklish person- was having fits of laughter.
"Stop...!" she managed to cry out between giggles. Marius did, and then they both collapsed in fits of laughter.
"Ugh..." Marius sighed. "It's time to get ready."
They finished up preparations to leave, and were soon checked out of the inn (much to the dismay of the innkeeper) and on their way in a much more rattily carriage than the first. Marius and Cosette could scarcely hold a conversation, so instead they communicated through their eyes.
Finally they arrived in the little town where the main cottage with the old couple lived, and recieved the key to their own cottage. The couple was kind, and the frail old man let them know where all the important places in town were located. They began walking to their cottage, and it was the smallest, most secluded one in the bunch, farthest away from town. Cosette was absolutely delighted when they finally finished their walk and saw the adorable place nestled between clumps of bushes and two large trees. She could hear the sea sloshing about a quarter mile away.
Marius opened the door for her, and she took in the braided rugs over the wooden floors and a large stove in the corner. She could see into the bedroom down a small hallway, which had a soft-looking bed with a colorful quilt on it. There were some large armchairs near the stove, and a dark stained wood table in the main room.
"I love it," she said, and Marius smiled.