Part 3/4 of the Fear Drabbles
"ENJOLRAS!"
A scream from the kitchen was all that is needed to send me from writing speeches and pamphlets to racing through the flat, my heart pounding in my chest, to aid my lady. I pushed open the doors, looked around, and witnessed a very comical sight. My Cosette standing on a chair, grasping her skirts with a look of sheer panic on her face, as a mouse sits on the floor, nibbling a crust of bread. I could barely hold in my laughter. "A scream like a banshee for a mouse, Cosette?" I choked out, keeping a straight face.
The look in her eyes stopped my laughter. She was absolutely petrified. She stared at me and yelled, "KILL IT!"
I shooed the mouse out with a broom, and cleared out the mouse-hole in the wall. A total of ten mice were shown to the door, with half a loaf of stale bread tossed out for them to eat. I felt no need to kill the mice, as they had given me a fair amount of amusement. They would not freeze outside. It was summer. They would live. I did need to figure out how they entered the house, however. My heart could not bear another scream such as that again, and I am sure that the bread that the culprit had been caught eating was from the cupboards. I made plans to take some boards and close up the mouse-hole after I finished my work.
I turned around to find Cosette standing behind me, a grin on her face. "Thank you." She said softly, tears of joy glittering in her eyes.
"Twas my pleasure, my lady." I laughed. "I would face a million of such vermin for you."
With that, she pulled me close and kissed me tenderly. "Thank you," She breathed, running her fingers through my hair, and kissing me again. I kissed her back just as hard, holding her tight as long as I could. I had never felt a kiss such as the one that she gave me. It was passionate, but gentle, as if she poured her gratitude and joy into that simple contact. If aiding her in her time of need was all that was required for sweet kisses such as that, I would put off closing that mouse-hole for a while. I followed her out of the kitchen into the living room, with her holding my hand with a joyful smile on her face. I rubbed my lips with a free hand and I muttered in joy, "Thank GOD for mice."
