Things that go bump in the night
Bang.
Enjolras bolts upright in bed, heart pounding. What the hell was that?
Bang.
A flash of light illuminates the entire room through the curtain, and for a brief second he catches a glimpse of his pale and startled face in the mirror, hair dishevelled and looking like he hasn't slept in weeks.
Heavy drops of rain begin to pelt against the windows of his hotel room as a roll of thunder erupts somewhere overhead.
With a sigh of relief he sinks back down into the pillows, willing sleep to return to him.
Crash.
"What the-"
His eyes fly open in time to see Courfeyrac and Feuilly leaping through the door and landing squarely on top of his legs.
"It's just a thunderstorm, you idiots," he winces, rubbing his ankle where Courfeyrac's knee had jabbed painfully into it.
"Did you not hear those noises?"
"It's just the lightning hitting the hill."
"I thought we were under attack or something."
Bang.
With a whimper the two boys scramble under the covers and Enjolras sighs in exasperation.
"As the chief you should be taking care of us..."
"I'm not your bloody governess! What do you want me to do, sing about raindrops on roses?"
"Just move over and make room, will you?"
"This is unacceptable hotel decorum-"
Bang.
The room lights up and they all duck instinctively, just as the door crashes open once again.
Without a word, Éponine leaps onto the bed beside Enjolras, who stretches and kicks Feuilly out of the way to make room for her to snuggle in close to him, his back turned to the others.
"Oh, you'll let her be afraid..."
"She's a girl."
"So?"
Bang.
"No, that was definitely a gunshot" Feuilly's muffled voice mutters nervously from somewhere under the covers, "Ow – stop kicking me!"
"Too bad. You lot are supposed to be helping me in a rally next week, and I don't want a bunch of cowards who'll whimper if someone speaks too loud."
Courfeyrac pokes his head out to argue, just as another beam of light flashes through the room -
Bang.
His friend ducks under the covers once more, and, grinning, Enjolras turns back to Éponine.
Wrapping his arm tighter around her small frame, he hides his smile from Courf and Feuilly as Éponine presses a small and secret kiss to his collarbone.
He quite likes thunderstorms.
It's not every day they get to engage in public displays of affection right under the noses of the others.
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