A few weeks later, Enjolras picked Grantaire up for their first real date. The opening ceremony for the foundation had been a huge success, and everybody praised Grantaire's painting. Grantaire was back to normal by then and blushed at every compliment she received. She even got a few clients that day too.
A few more weeks went by and Enjolras and Grantaire were out of the honeymoon dating stage and were back to arguing constantly about everything. The only difference being that Enjolras had moved in with them and every night, Enjolras and Grantaire would make up for the arguments.
Months later, Grantaire had slowly risen to a sort of celebrity status as a painter. Her paintings had a new life to them as Enjolras's passion for his causes were translated into her paintings based on those causes. She sold many cause-based paintings and raised lots of money for their causes. She'd finally found where she could help.
It made Enjolras love her even more, which is saying something.
One night, they were out on a date. Their actually dates had grown rarer as they spent more time working separately, side by side, but on the times that the actually went on dates, Enjolras didn't skimp on romance.
On this particular date, Enjolras had arranged, with the help of the Les Amis, a romantic candlelight dinner and dance in a park.
Jehan, who was a particularly good cook, help Courfeyrac and others to cook a delicious meal and set up the "atmosphere".
When Enjolras came to pick Grantaire up, he seemed particularly antsy.
"Hey," Grantaire greeted him with a kiss. She was wearing a dark green dress with silver details, it made her eyes lighter.
"Hi," Enjolras greeted back as he led her down to his car.
The ride to the park was not full with conversation.
"You're quiet," Grantaire mentioned.
"Yeah, sorry."
"No, it's fine, you're just not usually quiet. Like, almost never."
"Yeah," Enjolras said, absentmindedly. Grantaire sensed that there was something off, so she reached over to grab his hand. His hand was hot and sweaty.
"Is everything okay?"
"What? Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Enjolras asked.
"Well, you're just acting funny that's all."
"Aren't I allowed to act funny? I thought you liked funny, that's why we're living with Courfeyrac remember?"
Grantaire laughed lightly.
"That's true," She agreed with a smile, she could feel Enjolras slowly loosening up.
"So I was thinking," Grantaire said, deciding to change subjects, "that I could do a painting of our group, to hang in the Musain."
"That would be nice."
"I think I would to it in red and black tones, you know?"
"Ooh, that sounds cool," Enjolras agreed.
"But at the same time, I was thinking that I have a canvas that's the perfect size for a good painting of the flag. I thought it would look nice in your study."
"What ever you choose to do," Enjolras said, looking over at her momentarily, "it will be perfect as usual."
Grantaire smiled softly and laid her head back on the headrest. She watched him, a fond expression on her face.
"Okay, what?" Enjolras asked, after a while of her watching him.
"What do you mean?"
"You're staring at me. That always means something."
Grantaire smiled and sighed a content sigh.
"I'm just think about how beautiful you are," She finally answered. Enjolras looked over at her for a moment and smiled.
"Of the two of us, I don't think that I'm the beautiful one."
Grantaire laughed softly.
"How oh how did I get so lucky?"
Enjolras looked over at her again, out of the corner of his eye.
"I wonder the same thing everyday."
"Except when your nose is buried in a politics book," Grantaire pointed out with a giggle.
"That's true, but then you come up to me and kiss my neck right where I love the sensation the most and I wonder, just how I managed to get you."
"You ranted on large corporations."
"I- really?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm..." Enjolras hummed and pulled into the park parking lot.
He jumped out and hurried to Grantaire's side to open the door. Grantaire looked around.
"Park."
"Observant tonight are we?"
"Shut up," she said with a smile, playfully hitting his arm.
He led her down a path, and as they rounded the corner Grantaire gasped.
"Enjolras, it's beautiful."
Enjolras smiled and led her towards the gazebo where Eponine stood, dressed in a pretty black dress and holding a bottle of wine.
"Welcome, Monsieur and Mademoiselle, to Chez Amore. Wine?" Eponine greeted as Enjolras pulled back the chair for Grantaire.
"Please," Enjolras said as he sat in his own chair. Eponine poured their wine and sat a basket of rolls in front of them.
"I will notify the cook that you are here," She said with a curtsy.
Enjolras and Grantaire talked of the day and Grantaire expressed her compliments on how beautiful everything was.
When the food got there, all Grantaire and Enjolras said was compliments on the food.
But after desert was when the magic happened.
"Mademoiselle? Would you care for a dance?" Enjolras asked with a deep bow, offering Grantaire his hand. Grantaire giggled before composing herself.
"I would be delighted, Monsieur."
Enjolras pulled her onto the makeshift dance floor and Courfeyrac started playing some romantic music. As they slow danced, Grantaire closed her eyes and felt such the warmth radiating off of Enjolras. She felt Enjolras's hand lift off her back for a moment, but thought nothing of it. At least, until Enjolras pulled away.
She looked at Enjolras quizzically.
And then Enjolras got on one knee.
A little happy tid bit. I'm not sure whether to end here or not though. Tell me what you want/think in the reviews!