A/N: I promised to update again, did I not? Hahaha, how are you guys? First of all, thank you all for reading this. I means so much to me, really. Thank you for taking your time to favourite, follow, read and of course, thank you for your opinions/reviews. I always want to hear your opinions, positive or not, I want to hear them.

Just want to say that I might be slightly busy this month, so I have no idea when I'll be updating next. I'll definitely be 'more free' once June is over, but hopefully there will be an update before that!

Hope you enjoy this update.

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables.


Things started off awkwardly. It was all business at the beginning, just the work, nothing else. They'd review, study, maybe add in a little polite chitchat, but nothing more. They were trying to find a comfortable footing around each other, still not sure what terms they were on. They were very careful with their words, trying not to step over any boundaries.

For some reason, it was hard for either of them to jump back into the relationship they previously had. They had to rebuild it, one step at a time. It didn't take them too long to become comfortable in one another's presence once again.

Studying together became a regular thing. Now that Eponine didn't have a job to go to, they'd go to either of their places straight after they got out of classes. They would even spend the weekends deep in their work. Once in a while, someone would have to remind them to slow down, that working too hard also had its downsides.

When exams came around, afternoons turned into all-nighters, a few hours turned into staying over for the night. It became the norm to fall asleep wherever they were studying that day.

"Can we take a break?" she sighed, looking as if she were about to give up. Seeing the state she was in, Enjolras sighed and stood up.

"Sure." He got up and walked towards small kitchen. "You want some coffee?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks." She replied, deciding that a little caffeine boost might do her good. Tonight they were at Enjolras' place. It was Friday night, meaning that there was a high chance that Marius would end up sleeping at her place, and that Combeferre wouldn't be back early, which made Enjolras' place the obvious choice to study at. "I can't believe exams are on Monday."

Enjolras came back with two mugs. "Well, I think you're well prepared."

"Thanks," she said in acknowledgement of both his words and the coffee. She took a sip, but instead of the bitterness she was expecting, the drink was sweet and thick. She quickly realised it was hot chocolate. "Hey, is this yours?" she asked, but kept drinking it all the same. Hot chocolate was something she could never resist.

A small apologetic smile graced his lips, "Sorry. I just wanted you to get some sleep tonight. You've been working too hard." He took a drink from his own mug.

"What? No fair, we both know you've been working just as hard, and we both know you're not going to stop, even after the exams are done."

"True, but you also need proper sleep, which you haven't been getting recently."

"So do you!"

"Are you going to deny the hot chocolate then?"

She paused, and then took another sip from her mug. "…No."

Eponine got up and sat herself down on the couch next to Enjolras. When studying, she liked to sit on the floor with her books scattered across the coffee table, and leaning back on the foot of the couch, while Enjolras would sit in a chair and work from there. Enjolras was more of a motivator than a tutor to Eponine. He would help her when she needed it, but usually he would just keep telling her to not give up and that she was going to be fine. That she would be able to get through this. With Enjolras around, Eponine could always focus on her work, because she felt that he knew so much, and she wanted to be able to communicate on the same intelligence level as him.

"Hot chocolate is good." She smiled as she had some more. "Thank you."

"What happened to coffee?"

"Screw coffee. This is the best." Eponine was now sitting awfully close to Enjolras. She didn't seem to have noticed, but Enjolras sure had. "What time is it?"

"A little past midnight."

"Oh."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She drank more of her hot chocolate. It was almost finished. Enjolras watched her trying to drink down the very last drop, mug raised until the bottom of the mug was pointing at the ceiling, and noticed she was shivering.

"You're cold." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"No, I'm fine." She had experienced enough cold nights in her life to know how to survive without much.

"No, you're not." He was immediately up and out of the room. Eponine fell to the side slightly, not noticing that she had been leaning against him. Enjolras returned with a thin blanket and turned it to her.

"Thank you." He nodded and sat back down beside her. She handed him the end of the blanket she hadn't wrapped around herself.

"I don't suppose you're going to study anymore tonight."

"I suppose not." She yawned. All the studying had actually made her more exhausted than she thought she was.

"You want to sleep? Go take the bed, I'll-"

"No! No!" she straightened up, trying to appear as if she hadn't been drifting off to sleep. She hated it when Enjolras offered his bed, it was his, not hers. She would usually just fall asleep where she was studying, her head on the coffee table. In the morning she would find a blanket on her back, and sometimes a pillow under her head and Enjolras would always be nearby, sleeping on a small arm chair, looking just as uncomfortable as her. "I'm fine, I'm fine. You still going over stuff?"

He knew that she was tired, but didn't say anything, "No. I think I'll just read a bit." Eponine nodded her head.

It wasn't long before Eponine was sound asleep, snuggled in her blanket, leaning against Enjolras. He blushed, but didn't move, not wanting to risk waking her up. Eponine had been working hard and needed sleep, so he let her be. Soon tiredness also overtook him, and before he could even put his book away, he too had fallen asleep.


Enjolras was the first to awaken. He didn't remember falling asleep the night before, only that he had been reading as per usual. He figured that he was probably just really tired.

There was a slight pain in his neck, most likely due to the fact that he was sleeping on the couch. He rubbed his eyes, resigned that he wouldn't be going back to sleep, especially with the kink in his neck. He noticed the sun was already shining quite brightly through the windows and wondered what time it was, it wasn't like him to wake up so late. Maybe he had a better night's sleep than usual. Usually something would always bug him, whether it be an idea or a problem, something would always wake him up at night.

Enjolras closed his eyes and sighed. It was Saturday, which meant he had nothing in particular planned. He thought about spending some non-study related time with Eponine.

It was only with this thought that he acknowledged the weight pressed against him, and how one of his arms was wrapped around a small female body. He had fallen asleep with Eponine. He remembered the night before, how they had stopped studying and how Eponine had been dead tired. How she had fallen asleep almost instantly, and how he had followed shortly after. He noticed that they had moved in their sleep, Eponine was no longer leaning on his side, head pressed against his shoulder. He was pressed against the armrest and now she was sleeping on his chest, blanket still wrapped around her. He panicked for a moment, but then tried his best to calm down, not wanting to wake Eponine up. He tried to move, but realised it wasn't possible without waking her up.

He stopped moving and took the time to just look at the girl beside him. She appeared so peaceful, almost serene. He took in the way her lips were slightly parted, and the sound of her light snoring. The way he could feel her breathing against him. He noticed the little bit of skin showing because her shirt had ridden up just slightly, and how he didn't like the fact that he could see her ribcage so clearly. He had to stop himself from running his fingers through her messy hair, but he was still so tempted to do so. He snapped out of his observations when she moved. She changed position, mumbled something, but doesn't awaken. He sighed in relief.

Which woke her up.

Eponine moved around at first, trying to get her bearings. She didn't seem to remember where she was, or how she got on a couch. Nor could she fathom why the couch felt so weirdly warm and comforting…

She quickly turned around and saw Enjolras looking straight back at her. "Oh my gosh, Enjolras! I am so sorry!" Her face had turned an alarming shade of red and he too was blushing slightly. "I'm so sorry Enjolras. I- Uh- I" she couldn't even form words. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I told you, you needed some sleep."

"But I was-" she gasped, pointing and gesturing, "I- I was- Enjolras!"

"You looked like you hadn't slept that well in a long time."

"Yes, but I was-!" she gave up, not knowing what else to do or say. She didn't know whether to apologise or to thank him. What she was sure of was that she was embarrassed. Extremely embarrassed. "How long were you awake?"

"Not long." He replied, spotting his book on the floor. He picked it up and set it on the table.

"I'm sorry… you know."

He looked up at her. They are still dangerously close. She was on her knees, blanket still wrapped around the bottom part of her body. Her hair was a mess, her shirt was once again fully covering that little part of skin he had seen. "Don't apologise."

Then their eyes locked. It was awkward, after finding themselves in such a position, but they couldn't look away from each other. They couldn't break the stare. It felt like hours had passed between them, when in reality it was mere seconds. It was like a sudden realisation. Enjolras realised that this was it, the moment he had been waiting for, the moment everyone told him to look out for. He knew that if he didn't do anything about it now, the moment would slip out of his fingers and never return. This, was, it.

"Eponine."

"Yeah?" She didn't seem fully aware that she was speaking. Their gaze never broke.

"May I do something?"

"Oh. Sure." She answered without really thinking, assuming he wanted space and started to remove the blanket get off the couch.

So it came as a complete shock to Eponine when instead, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer. Then his lips were on hers. He closed his eyes immediately, not wanting to see her reaction, too scared too even think about what could be running through her mind. He wasn't sure if she felt the same way. While he had implied that he felt for her, she never responded with her own feelings. Now was the time. If she did feel anything for him, now was the time for her to respond. It was short and sweet. Her lips were a little dry, and his own were rough. She was too surprised to respond and her body pulled back automatically. Seeing her widened eyes, Enjolras let go of her wrist.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Before he could finish the sentence Eponine threw herself at Enjolras, kissing him like she had never kissed anyone before. She let all she was feeling be expressed in one simple action. Now the tables were turned, with Enjolras not knowing how to react, but when the realisation sunk in and he began to comprehend what was happening, he started to respond with full fervour. He had never kissed with such emotion. It was so laden with feelings, a mixture of love, realisation and confessions pouring out at the same time. They both could feel everything they had ever wanted to say to each other. It was simply electric, and they couldn't get enough of it.

Despite the need to come up for air, the pair didn't stop. They couldn't stop. They didn't want to stop. They wanted to feel forever. As their lips continued to meld together, an overwhelming amount of heat shot through their bodies, making them want more. Making them deepen the kisses that followed.

Enjolras followed his instincts and pulled her closer. Then Eponine's fingers found their way into his hair. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. A perfect fit. His fingers ran down her sides, lingering on the small patches of skin that became exposed due to her shirt rising up, as her arms wrapped around his neck and once again her fingers would rake through his hair.

They had been waiting for this moment. All the momentum they had built had finally been released as their lips made contact again and again.

He hadn't expected her to be so eager. She hadn't expected him to be the one to initiate it.

Finally, oxygen won. They broke apart, both breathing rather heavily.

There was only one thing that ran through both of their minds.

Wow.


A/N: Yup.