A/N: SO here is Chapter 10. I was going to wait a few days to post this, but because I love you guys... here it is:) enjoyy

Enjolras led Eponine back to his flat. He was tense, looking around for men lurking in corners but there weren't any. Besides, she was dressed as a man, though not very convincingly.

She was still surprised at herself for saying yes. The words still hanging on her lips expectantly. She had blurted it out and then immediately fell silent again. But that didn't matter since Enjolras didn't ask anything more and just led the way. She knew he was still worried, but she also knew her saying yes relieved him greatly. She was still deciding on how she felt about that.

When they reached the flat Enjolras motioned to the bed in his room. Horror filled her as she looked at him with shock, surely not-? But he interrupted her thoughts.

"I'll sleep on the couch." He said, sounding almost disappointed in her. He was, he was disappointed in her! And then she knew why, he wanted her to trust him. And she did, but she could still have her doubts. It wasn't like she was just going to completely trust the man, she had problems of her own to deal with first.

Like the fact that her brother would be visited. She hated knowing that, hated the fact that her brother would be in danger and she couldn't do anything about it.

"Enjolras?" She asked, he had been shuffling some papers on one of the many desks he had in the flat, crinkling them as he did so.

"Yes, Eponine?" He asked back, turning to her expectantly. The moonlight fell onto his face, casting him into shadow and making him look god-like. God-like? Where was that coming from?

"My little brother, I'm worried. Could we get him to stay with Courfeyrac for a bit at least? I hate knowing he's out there especially with-" she didn't finish, he was already nodding and returning to the papers he held in his hands.

"I don't think either of them would mind that situation." He smiled. Piling the many sheets of written on paper onto some books in the corner. It was true, ever since Courfeyrac and herself had become friends the man had taken to her little brother, caring for him like he was his own.

And then Eponine realized that the desk Enjolras was moving things off of wasn't even a desk at all, but a deep red couch. It was so full of papers and books and ink wells that it was hardly noticeable.

"I can take the couch-" she started, but he turned to her with such an intimidating stare that she fell silent, angry at him for not letting her do the customary thing. She was his guest, yes, but he also helped her out so much over the past month...

"You are getting the bed. Enough said." He muttered, throwing some books onto the floor with an almost flair. Eponine couldn't help but let a small smile creep over her lips, just for a second.

It was a few more minutes before Enjolras successfully cleared the couch of all it's inhabitants. An when he did the piece of furniture stood out prominently amongst the clutter of paper and books. A single island surrounded by disaster.

"Off to bed." He commented, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She nodded, but still stood awkwardly looking at him. "Just in there." He said, motioning to the doorway behind her. She nodded again, unsure why she couldn't turn away.

There was something about him. Again she caught herself with this inward dialogue. Something about this man changed something within herself. But how can that be?

"Monsieur Enjolras." She said, he cringed at 'Monsieur', his jaw clenching ever so slightly. She couldn't place her feelings, no, she could... She just didn't want to. She was afraid of what it meant.

"Thank you." He nodded, looking at her almost incredulously. And suddenly Marius didn't matter anymore. Thinking of him just made her feel annoyed, angry, not what she used to feel. Not love. And this man, standing before her. Letting her sleep in his bed without asking for anything in return. This smart, cunning, brave leader. Who cared for her unlike Marius ever would. She couldn't ignore the feelings she had started to feel, so soon after he told her how he felt. She was amazed at herself. Amazed how quickly things could change. And maybe, maybe... Again catching herself wondering, and then not wondering- but knowing. She didn't need anyone else but him, she didn't... She didn't want anyone else.

In a rush she quite practically flew into his unsuspecting arms. Tears falling slightly down her cheeks but they didn't matter, not now. She looked up at him, the shock that was in his face amused her. She smiled to reassure him she was okay, knowing that the tears would concern him. And then she leaned up on her toes so they were face to face, his sweet breath intermingling with hers. The tension in the room had intensified to what seemed the maximum. And then she kissed him.

She pulled back, he was still shocked, his eyes wide with surprise, holding something she had never seen before within them. A sort of fire, a passion held from view for a long while. His breath had become raspy, which made her heart twinge a little in a way she'd never expect. His arm had subconsciously wound it's way around her waist, holding her there. She didn't mind, come to think of it.

"What-" he started, but she ignored him, kissing him again. This time softer, almost kinder. Physicality took over for the both of them, no longer letting their heads rule.

The kiss deepened. Enjolras reaching to the nape of her neck, attempting to pull her even closer. She wrapped one arm around his chest, the other wound its way into his hair. This caused a sort of growl to erupt within him, deep in his chest. He started to back her up, and finally they hit the wall with a sort of satisfied thump.

Enjolras' tongue slipped out, touching the tender spot on the underside of her top lip, she gasped into him. She was amazed by his experience. Though she didn't know much about what he had done, she hadn't ever really cared about it. Now though, as his hands left her waist and her neck, trailing down to her hips... She didn't seem to care.

He was suddenly rigid, pulling back much to her dismay.

"Eponine what are you doing?" He murmured. She looked into his eyes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I just wanted to-" she said, "I wanted..." She looked at him expectantly, hoping he'd understand. When he looked at her still with the blank expression she sighed exasperated.

"Enjolras, I-I," she let out a breath of air, unsure how to word it the way she needed it to be said, "when you asked would things be different of it weren't for that- him- and I said it would be... I don't know what it is but I can't... Ever since you've told me my whole opinion has changed and I can't... I just- Enjolras please." Her words seemed to strike a chord within him, because he kissed her again. This time more urgently and with intention. His soft lips felt nice, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter in response. He pulled back again, his eyes burning.

He looked at her amusedly. Something held behind him she couldn't figure out just yet, and that angered her. She wanted to know him.

"Say it." He almost demanded, his voice rough and weak, yet somehow still strong, still he was the soldier who would fight for his Patria.

"What-" she started but he cut her off with another kiss, pulling back his eyes twinkling, a smirk playing on his features.

"Say it." He persisted, she looked up, determined, his strong arms wrapped around her waist again expectantly.

"I want you. No one else, but you." The words came out of her mouth to their own accord, but once they had been uttered she felt completely ridiculous that she had felt anything else. How could she? When he was always there, always the same, always beautiful. He was beautiful. Surprise ran through her, she found him beautiful. And he was, she always found him that way. But this was a different kind of beautiful, not the beautiful who knew he was, but a kind who was just that. Just himself.

"Is that okay with you?" She asked, now teasing him a bit in return. He answered with a world-shattering kiss.

A/N: So I feel like I rushed this a bit but I'm not sure... opinions?