Éponine rolled over in the bed, burying her face in the blankets and stretching her legs out. She stopped moving when her foot bumped into something lying beside her. She gulped, remembering suddenly that she was not back home in her parent's Inn, wasting a morning laying in bed. Her eyes slowly opened, looking next to her from above the blankets that half covered her view.

Enjolras lay beside her, asleep with his face facing her. He was painfully close to her. She rolled away from him, cringing at the thoughts as they raced through her mind. Her dreams had been far from an emulation of real life. They had been beautiful in comparison. Even if Enjolras had be the one who featured heavily in each of them.

She swore that there were no feelings for him, yet her mind had concocted dreams that involved being with him. Not Marius, not Montparnasse, not even some random man that her mind created – but Enjolras. Handsome, kind hearted, gentlemanly Enjolras. The man that had taken her in with love and kindness that she didn't deserve when she accepted his help because he was easily taken advantage of.

The man that was lying beside her.

Her stomach was swelling with another man's child and yet, Enjolras still wanted to keep her in his house. Even claim that the child within her belly was his. What sort of cruel trick was God playing on her? She didn't deserve this sort of kindness. She'd spent her life working for her father, doing devious tasks that involved deceit, trickery, lying, and everything that was wrong.

Éponine scooted away from him, clinging to the edge of the bed in hopes that if she went back to sleep it would all be another dream. She could feel the heat radiating off of his near body, and it made her heart ache. If she deceived him, she was deceiving herself.

She did care for him, but she would never let him know that. She'd never let him know that his kiss had set her soul on fire. His care filled with heartbreaking joy. He broke her heart.

But they were two very different people, two people that could never be together. She was meant to live her life pining after Marius, while her belly swelled with Montparnasse's child, and Enjolras cared for her blindly. How could she let it happen?

"Éponine?" Enjolras questioned groggily, stretching his arm out towards her. His eyes will still closed and his voice sounded heavy with sleep as he spoke again, "Éponine?"

"I'm here." Éponine replied quietly, trying to keep herself far enough away from his reach. She stared at his hand, as it curled back towards his body.

Enjolras yawned, covering his mouth as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled at her, as he tried to wake up. "Good morning."

"Mhm," Éponine distantly answered, sitting up in the bed slowly. "To you as well."

Enjolras stretched out, rubbing his eyes to clear away his sleep blurred eyes. "Are you alright?"

Éponine nodded, giving a strained smile to him. "I'm fine." She rubbed her face, trying to clear her head. "Just fine."

Enjolras sat up, scooting close to Éponine. His brows furrowed together as he looked at her. "Did you not sleep well?"

"I slept perfectly fine." Éponine bit, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and getting up. She needed space between them. As she left the bedroom, she could hear him following not far behind her.

"Are you hungry?" Enjolras questioned from the bedroom, as he padded out into the main part of his flat barefoot. He watched Éponine as she moved to sit down. Why was she being so distant today? Not that she had ever been anything but distant, but he half expected her to be different.

"A little," Éponine said softly as she studied her hands in her lap. She had to admit that her stomach had been rumbling for the last hour or so. But she was used to being hungry, or at least she used to be used to it. The last three months she had been full and happy.

Enjolras sighed heavily, moving towards her and kneeling before her to look up at her. "Am I asking too much?"

Éponine stared down into his face, her dark eyes meeting his dark eyes. "No." Unconsciously she reached out and took his hands in hers. "I don't feel like you ask me nearly enough. You've done so much for me and I do nothing but sit and let you wait on me hand and foot. I'm not used to it. I've lived my whole life kicking and screaming for my way. I just expect to have to work for my keep."

Enjolras gave her a dashing smile, squeezing her hands gently. "You don't have to do anything but stay here and be happy. Perhaps, give me the place where I could find the son of a bastard father of your baby. But other than that, just sit back and enjoy."

Éponine burst out in laughter, "Are you saying you want to track down him and hurt him?"

"Is that what it sounded like?" Enjolras smirked, "Then yes."

Éponine's sulking features changed into a smile as she looked down at him. She hesitantly took her hand from his hand, placing it on his warm, slightly scruffy, cheek.

What was she doing? Why did she keep leading him on? She didn't have any feelings for him. Did she? No. She couldn't. He was Enjolras and she was Éponine. She loved Marius. She loved Marius. She loved no.

No matter what her mind was arguing about her body was reacting differently. She leaned down towards his face, her lips separated and her eyes heavily lidded. She was terrified to let her barriers down again, at least for him. She wanted him but at the same time she didn't. He couldn't blame her for her mixed signals, she was giving them to herself as much as she was giving them to him.

Their lips met in one tentative touch, lips sliding hesitantly against each other. Enjolras didn't move, not yet, he knew Éponine could jerk away. But she didn't. He leaned up, moving his lips against hers with a little more power. She responded, matching his intensity, wrapping her hand behind his head to pull him up closer.

With a gasp, Éponine pulled away, turning to stare anywhere but where Enjolras was. "I-."

"You don't have to say anything." Enjolras said as he reached up to stroke her cheek. "I've already told you that. I don't expect you to suddenly start caring."

"But-"

"No." Enjolras patted her cheek before rising to his feet and striding towards the kitchen. "Time to get us something for breakfast."

But I do.