Author's note: You are all frekin' amazing! Your views and reviews help keep me going! I love you all! I can't wait to share this next chapter with you! I just want to let you all know that my French is okay. I can read and write well, but listening and speaking (don't make me laugh). It was kind of hard to copy this song verbatim so if you know this song and found an incorrect lyric, please PM me. Now, allons-y!
A faint sound of music filled the garret as Éponine made her way inside. Enjolras was sweeping the floor, practicing to gain his strength back. She had never seen a man do domestic housework like this before, so seeing Enjolras do work surprised her. Éponine stood and watched as Enjolras struggled to get the pile of dirt into the dustpan. "Need any help?" she asked as Éponine placed the groceries on the countertop. Enjolras looked up from his work, then back down again. "No, I think I got it." He told. Éponine began to take out the groceries from the basket. "Enjolras, where is that music coming from?" she asked. "Downstairs. My landlady's daughter, Veronique, and her friends like to perform for the students in the flats when she comes to visit. I usually ignore them because of my studies." Enjolras explained. "Well, I think it's lovely and she has an amazing voice." Éponine said. She stepped back from the counter, and started to sway. The melody was a sweet calming sound, in which made Éponine feel giddy. She closed her eyes, twirled and swayed. Enjolras watched her and smiled, feeling his insides melt. Éponine's curly hair waved as she twisted and turned. Her lips curled into a smile, making her complexion glow. There was no doubt about it, Enjolras had fall into quicksand. He was struggling to get out, but the sight Éponine pulled him back down again. God, this woman. Out of all the women, in all the cities, in all the world, she's the one who stole my heart.
The song ended and Éponine stopped, which disappointed Enjolras. She turned to him with a smile that he would usually see on little girls who got a new pony, and his heart began to melt. "You dance often?" Enjolras asked. Éponine shook her head. "Not really. I don't have the luxury to do so." Enjolras understood. She had to focus on more important things, like surviving, than the small useless things, like dancing. "What about you? Do you dance?" Éponine asked. Enjolras raised his eyebrow. "What do you take me for?" Éponine giggled. "Nothing. I was just curious. Marius dances." A spark of jealousy grew in the pit of his stomach. Marius. Of course, Marius. She must still be having feelings for him. Ugh, you're reading too much into this! The music began to play again, and Éponine wore a smile of awe and excitement. "Oh, Enjolras! I know this song! I love this song!" she twirled again, and to Enjolras's surprise, began to sing.
"J'étais un bonheur
De Mon petit coeur
Que je ne suis pas
De tout de rieux
Paris alors
C'est vrai que je vous adore
The city of light
The city of love
Can you show me the magic
That I'm dreamin' of"
Enjolras was falling deeper into his quicksand, barely keeping his head up. Oh, Éponine. He felt pressure in his chest. Oh, how he loved her. Oh, how he loved her. He wanted to hold her. He wanted her to be his. Enjolras continued to watch, then remembered what Éponine asked not a few minutes before. "Do you dance?" He never gave her a true answer. Enjolras slowly walked up to the dancing woman. "Éponine?" he asked. She looked to him. "May I have this dance?" Enjolras held his hand out to her. Éponine gave him a charming smile, and took his hand. She put one hand on his shoulder, while Enjolras placed his free hand on her waist. Éponine intertwined her fingers with Enjolras's. Their eyes met, and the two slowly began to sway to the slow melody. Éponine began to feel warm and gay. Enjolras never looked so handsome than at this moment. Some of his curls fell over his bright blue eyes. Enjolras had a small stubble on his jaw again, which Éponine loved. He looked very God-like, almost unreal. His hands were soft in her hand and on her waist. Her heart felt like it was on fire as she stared at this intoxicating man dancing with her. Éponine slowly put her head to Enjolras's chest, and she could feel his chest rise as he sighed. Her heart was burning now, just feeling his heat from his body on the side of her face. Éponine could hear Enjolras's heart beating. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.
Suddenly, she heard a soft voice above her. It was Enjolras, and he was quietly singing along.
"Vous êtes un vouler
De mon petite Coeur
Mais je ne suis pas
De tout de rieux
Bonsoir mon cher Paris"
Oh, Enjolras. What are you doing to me? Éponine asked herself as she listened to both his heart beat and his soft God-like voice. She couldn't control it. She had to admit it to herself. Oh mon dieu. When the song ended, Éponine looked up again at Enjolras's perfectly sculptured face. "You have a lovely voice." She whispered to him. Enjolras gave her a tender smile, and that made Éponine's heart leap. "Nah, I sound like a dying lamb." He noted. Éponine giggled at his remark. He kissed the top of her head, the sensation tingled his lips. Éponine sighed. Enjolras lowered his head, and placed his lips on her right cheek. "Enjolras." She gasped as he let his lips slowly move up her cheek. The sparks from his lips spread a warm feeling through Éponine's face. "Oh, God." She barely breathed. She tilted her head, causing Enjolras's lips to slide to her jaw. Both of them were gasping as the heat of their touch surged through their bodies. "Éponine." He gasped. I love you.
"Enjolras!" a young man busted through the door, looking at a letter in his hands. Enjolras and Éponine jumped away from each other as the young man looked up at them. "Oh, pardon! I just wanted to give you your mail which was accidently sent to me." The young man handed the letter to Enjolras, who hesitantly took it. "Merci." Enjolras nodded. The young man smiled awkwardly, then walked out of the garret. Enjolras and Éponine stood in silence. Finally, Éponine broke the silence. "I'm going to go freshen up." Enjolras nodded and watched as the enchanting woman, that was Éponine, walk into his room.
Enjolras wore the largest smile he ever had. He probably looked stupid, but he didn't care. Vous êtes mon bonheur. Je t'aime. Éponine flopped onto the bed, grabbed it and threw it onto her face, screaming into it with utmost felicity. Vous êtes un vouler de mon coeur. The barrier she so desperately wanted to keep around her heart finally broke down. Je t'aime.