Opening her front door Aurore's heart missed a beat. The man she had longed to see for two weeks was beaming in his complexly beautiful way; his eyes skimmed her up and down and settling on her eyes. The intense gaze caused her to drag him into her apartment and slamming the door behind him, her longing desire for Enjolras was untameable.
Aurore noticed his hands hidden behind his back, interest surged and Aurore wanted to find out what he was keeping concealed from her. Walking behind his back Enjolras laughed turning around to face her. Trying to reach around him once more, he smirked at her.
'Cover your eyes.' He whispered, Aurore pouted and furrowed her brows but still she obeyed.
Reaching for his warmth blindly, the feel of his body caused her to tense when he pressed against her back. The tender touch that she had forgot about made her realise this is the only place in the world she could be contented with for the rest of her life.
Listening to the sound of rustling, then a clunk of a box being dropped to the floor Aurore's hands ached to move to see what was being removed. Slowly Enjolras brushed her hair to the side, then a delicate cold piece slithered up her neck, finally it felt heavy as Enjolras released it.
'Take a look in your mirror.' He held her hand guiding her to the bedroom, wrapping his arms around her waist he began kissing her neck causing her to shudder.
Gasping at her reflection, 'Oh Enjolras, it is divine. I absolutely adore it!' Fingering the small pendant with an 'A' spelt in diamonds made her heart flutter.
'It looks gorgeous on you, gives you a certain…glow.' His fingers traced around it and slowly brushed down her chest, and into the small gap between her breasts. 'I have missed you so dearly, the smell of your hair, and the way you moan when I have you beneath me.' He purred into her ear, causing her head to roll into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
He stared at her reaction when he breathed in her ear, nibbling and tugging he turned her squirming body around. Aurore giggled when he kissed her eyes, nose and then lips.
'I can't Enjolras… You know what I mean? Do you?' Aurore blushed, at the taboo topic that had never been spoken about before. Reading his face for a sign of comprehension, Enjolras looked far from following the matter at hand.
'Lady Complications?' Understanding dawned on Enjolras' face.
'Disgusting.' His face contorted. 'Never mind I would like to just lie next to you even so. It has been too long since my fingers have stroked your tantalizing hair.'
Laying her head on his chest, Enjolras snaked an arm around her midriff and the other hand tangled into her hair. He hummed a tune.
'What are we doing to welcome in the new year tomorrow?' Aurore asked after a while of comfortable silence.
'I believe the plan is to greet it in with our closest friends.'
'What happens at the end of the night when people kiss me?' His head turned in thought.
'Well…' He sat on top of her, 'I hope you think about me, and if you don't I can make you pay for it.'
'How?' Aurore knew it was the wrong this to ask, as his next onslaught was a round of tickling.
Squealing breathlessly tears were pouring down her flushed cheeks. All her efforts went on trying to climb out from under him. Yet he was relentless and was laughing along with her.
'Stop please! Stop it Enjolras' Coughing at the amount of laughing she had faced he rolled off her and kissed her tears that left her eyes.
'That is what will happen for each kiss.' He warned her.
~Enjolras' PoV~
'Drink it all! Drink it all.' Marius, Aurore, Grantaire and he were being cheered on by the other members. They had been wagered ten francs to the one who could drink six cups of wine first.
From the beginning it was clear to him that the competition was between Aurore and Grantaire, but it was rare he drank so he thought he would take part. Marius' drink was dribbling down his front staining his shirt, while Aurore's and Grantaire's eyes were locked in combat both down to their final two cups.
Looking around himself, he watched the way Joly would not remove his gaze off Aurore, he did not like it one bit, yet Aurore was whoever's to stare at. He had just as much right over her than any man in this room.
Undeniably the dress she wore tonight was stunning, a deep red colour, graciously flowing like water around her curves, it held her breasts in a delightful way for him. The pendant caught the candlelight beautifully. He would sneak glimpses of her every now and again; Enjolras was enjoying himself far too much.
He stopped drinking; everyone had begun cheering their favourite, the majority shouting for Aurore to beat their infamous drunk. Smacking her last cup down, everyone roared in delight.
'We have a winner!' Feuilly raised her arm, while Aurore swayed where she stood; the wine had gone to her brain far too quickly.
'Hand me my money, come on guys, I beat Grant I deserve this.'
Sulking by the bar was a defeated Grantaire staring out of the window, Enjolras felt sorry for him and his brooding tendencies. His head was hung low, in defeat.
'Hello Grant, well played. My money was on you.' Hazy eyes looked up at him, disbelievingly.
'Why was your money not on your secret lover?' Enjolras' stomach twisted, had Aurore told him?
'I do not know what you are speaking of? My only love is for my Patria.' His voice was reflecting his usual cold self.
Snorting into his drink, Grantaire shook his raven hair. 'I see the way you look at her, no one else might as they are all too…wrapped up with her to notice. Yet I see it. I also saw you buying the pendant that she is wearing tonight.' His voice was laced with jealousy.
'Please do not tell anyone, especially not Marius!' He felt ridiculous pleading with this drunken fool.
'Calm yourself, it is not my place to tell, but beware if you do not want people to know do not stare at her as much as Joly does.'
'I cannot help it.'
'Yet who can? She is simply too radiant, bravo to you Enjolras.' Rising from the stool he sat on Enjolras patted him on the shoulder leaving to make his way around the room.
The night drew on, and everyone was singing 'Do you hear the people sing'. Little Gavroche was asleep near the fire cuddling a bottle of wine. Courfeyrac had taken the urchin under his wing, and he proved greatly valuable. Hearing plans, knowing where to go and passing on messages safely.
Taking a seat at the table where Marius, Aurore, Combeferre and Joly sat he noticed how close Comb and Joly had sat near to Aurore. The ugly green monster inside of him poked his head, jealousy wasn't a feeling Enjolras was accustomed to. The conversation he had just had with Grantaire made him feel shaken. Nonetheless Aurore's eyes locked with his, and didn't move till someone shouted the time.
It was almost two minutes to the New Year, and everyone was hastily passing cups of wine about.
'Come on Enjolras; get up on the table to call us in!' Lesgle was pushing him up onto the table where he usually makes his speeches.
Enjolras liked leading this bunch of vagabonds, his best friends. Formulating a speech in his head a countdown began. He watched Aurore who had her arm around Marius, her eyes twinkled back at him, Grantaire was struggling to keep upright on the other side of Marius, and Courf had Gavroche upon his back the little boy struggling to keep awake.
'Happy New Year!' A cry and cheer sounded from everyone. As they all hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. Aurore grinned at him, whilst Joly enfolded her in a hug.
Raising his arms for silence everyone stared up at him devotedly.
'My friends, we are another year closer to a new and beautiful free land. Our hearts do not falter from the goal we strive to achieve. Thank you all for rallying around me, and still believing me to this day. I hope we all have a prosperous new year filled with love and joy.' Courfeyrac's head turned in Aurore's direction causing Enjolras to lose track of thought and his speech. The Amis looked around them wondering what had happened.
'A toast too our magnificent leader, may he ever prosper!' Marius called. Enjolras smiled with gratitude, and everyone raised their cups, repeating Marius' words. Grantaire tilted a bottle in his direction.
'I did not kiss anyone…' A proud Aurore declared in a slurring manner, 'so… you sir, cannot tickle me.' Her path wandered a bit as she struggled to walk forwards.
'Come here you.' He braced her by the arms, staring into her green eyes. 'You look breath taking tonight Aurore; do not ever leave my life.' This had the opposite effect; she erupted into noisy drunken tears.
'This is the loveliest comment you have ever said to me.' Her bottom lip protruded while the heavy tears fell.
'Do not cry. This is the beginning of a new year with you my love, and I look forward to it.' Kissing her heavily and with longing the stars blessed them both.
Helloo fine people!
I would like to thank everyone for the kind words of support.
An interesting development the actor for Courf is called Fra Fee... I love it 3
