'I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas with their families, and I am looking forward to seeing you afterwards.' Enjolras' brown eyes had searched for Aurore's.

Turning her gaze, Aurore thought how her feelings had grown so much for Enjolras, yet publically she was not allowed to display them…

Walking over to Marius and Joly, her cousin was less than happy to be spending two weeks with his Grandfather.
'Do not worry cousin, my family and I will be joining you in the last week. You just have to hold in there for a little while.' Pinching his cheek, he poked her in the side causing her to fall back into Enjolras' more than familiar strong chest.

Blushing, she apologised while Enjolras had stiffened up in his usual display of not liking to be touched. Yet he hardly moved from her side, talking to Marius, Aurore watched his lips move, all she wanted to do was attack them in a blaze of a frenzied kiss.

A burst of loud laughter came from behind her, turning to see what the commotion was about, her eyes met with the mistletoe held by Grantaire that had been hung between her and Joly.
'Come on its Christmas Aurore do not spoil it for poor Joly!' Feuilly shouted. She looked at poor Joly his face burned a crimson colour. However she did not want to look at Enjolras' reaction knowing that a jealousy would course his body. Yet when she looked out of the corner of her eye he too was laughing and staring waiting what she would do.

This help make her mind up; she grabbed Joly by the shoulders and gave him a kiss on the lips. Yet he too seized his moment turning it into more than a kiss. Someone pulled them apart straight away.

'Okay that is enough Joly. You cannot get yourself over excited.' Marius sounded furious. Walking her to the side of the room, she was followed by wolf whistles and rowdy laughter...
'What was that all about Aurore, you cannot get his hopes up. You cannot flaunt yourself in public like that.' It was obvious that Joly had pushed the line with Marius.
'Please Marius! I have no intention or feelings for Joly. It was just a little kiss; it is nearly Christmas after all dear cousin.' Patting him on the shoulder she went to hit Grantaire on the arm for being such an idiot.

'Pass the mistletoe over to me Grant! I want to have the same luck as Joly this Christmas time!' Jean shouted across the room. Before the mistletoe could be passed anymore Enjolras had snatched it from Grantaire's lose grasp then he threw it out of the nearest window.

'This is very disrespectful towards Aurore, now Jean apologise.' Silence fell signalling their fun was over now Enjolras had seen too much.
'Sorry…' He mumbled. Everybody laughed.

~ Enjolras' POV ~

The snow fell hard and thick, this was a fresh and pure France that he wanted to see. Walking down the street Aurore was trying to catch the snow with her tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Chuckling at her, the sight warmed his heart. The endless amounts of youthfulness that came from her had worn off on him. However his mind turned back to the gut wrenching memory of how Joly had kissed her, and how he could not drag her away and make love to her in front of them all.

More and more of him wanted to court her, but Marius' reaction said it all tonight that no one could have his cousin. Yet smiling at the thoughts of the nights of passion they both share, Marius would be writhing if he knew.

Watching Aurore walk a little ahead, Enjolras crouched silently down into the snow, brushing together a ball. Standing back up preparing his aim, he grinned in delight.

Three, two…one, launching the ball of snow towards her it hit her square in the back of the head. Shit… he thought to himself, this was like poking a hungry snake.

Snapping around to face him, Aurore's face was laced with anger and bemusement. Aurore hastily began to pick up snow. Enjolras started to run at her, tackling her into the snow with a thud she screeched.

Laughing he began to kiss her, yet her revenge was not over. Enjolras tensed when snow was forced up his shirt. Melting instantly and caused him to moan in shock. Giggling Aurore ran, he had to get her once more.

Chasing her around a gas lamp he watched her breathless delight. The way her hair had dampened with melted snow, the way her laugh made him feel fuzzy inside.

He had her trapped against the bars of the park, both of their breathing was ragged and their inhalations hung in the air. Her breasts rose greatly, and her skin was a shade of flushed pink. Placing his cold lips against hers, nothing was rushed; the kiss was full of love.

'Merry Christmas.' He whispered in her ear huskily, picking her up bridal style he carried her to his apartment for their last night of lust for two weeks.


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As promised the next chapter.

Too clear up some confusion Lesgle is also known as Bossuet, and is in the books.
He is the oldest member of the L'ABC, and is the unluckiest.

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