A/N: Hello you wonderful people. Another pointless fluff chapter. Enjoy :3


Prompt: Imagine Person A has had a rough day at work, and Person B makes sure they get extra love and attention when they return home.


Marius flinched as his boss yelled at him again.

"You should have CHECKED, you absolute FOOL!"

"I thought I did, but-"

"Don't you make excuses to ME! That's four weeks of work GONE! IDIOT!"

Marius stared at the floor meekly. He'd made tiny errors before, but nothing on this scale. His boss had been yelling for nearly an hour, giving him a headache he didn't dare to complain of.

"Go on, get home. I expect better from you in future, Pontmercy."

Marius gave a quick nod. He picked up his briefcase, focussing all his thoughts on the face he would be seeing Éponine in ten minutes rather than the conversation that had just passed.

Éponine. She kept him going. It wasn't so much that he hated his job (although he didn't exactly enjoy it) but the fact that it was just so tedious. The thought of her kept him working, knowing the faster he finished, the faster he could see her. He even had a sketch of her on his desk, framed and kept where he could always see it. It wasn't unknown for him to press a kiss to his fingers and run it over the picture at least twice a day.

He stopped off at the bakers on the way home, picking up a small cake for them to share later. His step didn't hold he usual spring it did when he was on his way. No, the shouting had gotten rid of that.

It wasn't his fault he'd translated a text into Spanish instead of English. That's what his co-worker had told him. Four weeks of work though...his boss had every right to be angry. It didn't make things better for Marius though.

Paying the baker, he trekked through the streets until he reached their flat. Knocking sharply, he soon heard the patter of feet as Éponine appeared. She let him in, closing the door behind him and throwing herself into his very welcoming embrace.

"Good day?" Éponine asked, resting her head on his chest. He held her tightly, shaking his head. "No. Translated into the wrong language. Boss wasn't happy."

"He's never satisfied. Someone should sack him."

Marius had to smile at her defensive attitude. "He's above me and I have to listen. Me getting a bit upset won't do anything" he said, still clutching her tightly.

Eventually releasing her, he tilted her head up and kissed her. Éponine had one palm resting on his chest, the other hand reaching up to tease the hairs on his neck, as he liked. She was already determined to give him a properly enjoyable and relaxing evening, in the aftermath of his work.

Despite her planning, she soon found herself lost in the moment. It took a few minutes for them to realise Marius was still in his suit.

She broke away from him, keeping their noses gently touching. "I suggest nightclothes, eat, bath and bed, mister."

"Couldn't agree more, Madame" Marius replied, taking hold of her waist and spinning her around. She couldn't help but laugh as they joined hands and went to get changed.

Midway through Éponine couldn't help surprising him by resting her head on the skin of his back, arms finding his waist. She knew what he was like, as she was the same, pretending they didn't care when really they were hurt. And his boss had clearly shaken him up - knowing Marius he was scared of getting fired, as they'd have no source of money then.

He turned and kissed her again, both smiling against the others lips. Éponine broke away from him as she finished dressing. He did the same, and they headed back into the kitchen.

It wasn't long before Marius had cooked up a nice meal, and they sat on the sofa instead. Éponine had lit a couple of candles, giving the room a peaceful glow as they dug in.

After they'd finished eating Éponine heated up enough water for a bath. "Go on, relax, you" she said to Marius, handing him a towel as he walked into the bathroom.

"Join me. Nothing steamy, just both of us relaxing. Please, 'Ponine."

Éponine couldn't help but smile. "Fine, but this is your evening to relax."

"You don't need to be so protective, it was just a bit of shouting."

"Whenever I got shouted at a bit it damaged my confidence. So I know it'll have done something to yours. I never had anyone to do anything nice for me. So let me do something nice for you."

Marius couldn't help but smile at her concern. "Come here, you" he said, holding his arms out. Éponine happily obliged, stepping forwards as she hugged him back. They seemed to do a lot of hugging, not that either of them were complaining.

Before too long they were both in the tub, Éponine sat behind him, giving his shoulders a massage. Marius couldn't help enjoying himself, only then realising just how tense his job really made him.

"Éponine?"

"Yes?"

"Can we do this more often?"

"Of course, if you want. It's just as relaxing for me, so I have no objections."

"Good. Now your turn to sit in front of me."

"Huh?"

"You need a little pampering too."

Éponine smiled, standing up and stepping over him, sitting down. "I knew baths were nice, but joint baths are even better" she said with a smile, leaning back against his chest as his arms wrapped themselves around her stomach.

They sat there like that peacefully for almost an hour. Marius kissed Éponine's head, who by this point had drifted off, effectively waking her up.

"How did I fall asleep in the bath?"

"Apparently quite easily, but the water's gone cold, so we should probably get out. I don't want you getting ill."

"It's me who should be worrying, not you."

He kissed her head again. "I'll worry if I want. Come on."

Within an hour they were both back in their nightclothes. Éponine was face-down on top of Marius, who was stroking her back tenderly. Marius was trying (and failing) to remember a time he'd felt so content, so relaxed. Éponine was doing the same, and neither could come up with anything.

"Thank you."

Éponine shuffled slightly. "What for?"

"For making this day so much better. Not by doing anything in particular, but just for being you."

"Any time. As I said, I never had anybody glad to see me when I got back from wherever I'd been. So I'm glad you do."

Marius smiled. "I'll always be glad to see you too, wherever you've been. As long as you come back to me, I'll always be happy to see you."

"Never knew you were so sentimental."

He chuckled. "Shush, you. Enjoy it."

"Don't worry, I am. I really, really am."