"Grantaire, it's getting late. Escort Mademoiselle Lemieux home please." Enjolras commanded as the sun bowed to the moon, a few months later. When everyone wasn't looking, he slipped a note into her jacket pocket.
The air was cool, the coolest night in October in Paris. Grantaire turned to her and sighed. "I don't understand what's going on with Enjolras, Sophie... I wish I could tell you that I knew..."
She smiled at him as they walked "Grantaire, do not interfere with my affairs mon amie, I adore you but please?" He nodded reluctantly and kissed her on her cheek. "You make me think of a little bird, a sparrow if you will. You're so much stronger than most femmelettes...Yet you can't fly away so easily..."
As they reached her door, Sophie smiled at him. Grantaire stroked her cheek with his finger. "Au revoir mon petit oiseau..." Sophie blushed at his new nickname for her.
Once inside of her home, she let out a heavy breath and took out the note.
"Mon Amour,
J'ai hâte d'être dans tes bras ce soir.
Votre amour,
Marcelin"
She sighed, he knew she could read French as well as speak it.
"My love,
I look forward to being in your arms tonight.
Your love,
Marcelin"
Sophie held the note close to her for a moment before setting down on her vanity table. She took her gilt brush and began running it through her hair, which had become knotted as a result of the walk home. She began to hum a soft lullaby and stood up to change into her nightgown when she heard her front door open.
"Soph?" A familiar voice called out. She caught her breath and let it go.
"Just a minute..." She replied, her voice cracking slightly, removing her shirt and pants. She dabbed on some perfume on her neck, wrists, and ankles.
She tied her ribbon necklace on and took another deep breath and opened her bedroom door.
Enjolras gasped as he stared at her marble body. She looked like a beautiful statue, made from moonstone. Sophie had a red ribbon tied around her neck, her hair covered her chest delicately.
"Soph, what are you doing?" He asked as she walked toward him slowly. She wasn't trying to be enticing, it was just cold, and this was so not like her.
"Your note...I'm forgiving you...And I...I..."
"Am naked?" Enjolras asked questioningly as she played with his hair gently. She shook her head and giggled nervously. "No, I love you." She said softly, kissing his neck. His body went rigid and she backed off instantly.
"No, Sophie, that feels...wonderful. Don't stop." He said, trying to gather his thoughts. She smiled as she continued to kiss his neck. "I do...I love you."
He stripped off his jacket and vest. "I love you too Sophie. I don't know what to do though. I've never been with a woman before." He said embarrassedly.
Sophie giggled in response. "Me either" He laughed with her. "I guess we're going to have learn together." She whispered. He grinned and picked her up, carrying her into her bedroom, and shut the door behind him.
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"Why do you love me?" Enjolras asked Sophie, as they laid in each other's arms later that night. She sighed as he played with her hair absentmindedly.
"Let's see...You're incredible. I love the way you smile, laugh, fight for France...I love how passionate you are, and how you love with your whole being. Mostly, I love you for you." She said quietly, kissing him.
"What made you decide this?" He asked, waving his hands over their forms, tangled in bedsheets.
"You called yourself Marcelin."
"And me calling myself by my name is what gets you into bed with me? Wow..." Enjolras joked. She playfully smacked him on his bare chest, and snuggled closer to him.
"I love you."
"Say it again..." He murmured.
"I love you." She whispered. He kissed her on her temple. "I love you too."
