Over the next few weeks Eponine regularly visited Combeferre but they managed to remain clothed at all timeS. Neither of the mentioned the night Enjolras interrupted them, they hadn't felt the need to and somehow it had managed not to affect their relationship at all.

Eponine was sprawled across the sofa, her feet on Combeferres lap when Enjolras wandered in from lectures and as usual he went straight to his desk and silently took out his work. Eponine raised her eyebrow at him, tilting her head to the side. "Hello to you too, lawyer boy." He grunted in response as he began thumbing through his textbook before finally finding the page that he wanted. Eponine glanced at Combeferre. "He doesn't say much."

Combeferre laughed lightly in response before shushing her as Enjolras glanced their way. As Enjolras returned his attention to the essay that he had laid neatly across his desk, Eponine moved and rested her head on Combeferres lap as they continued to watch the film.

Eponines face lit up as two naked people appeared on the screen which soon turned into a sex scene. She reached for the remote, turning the volume up as Combeferre tried to grab it out of her hands. There was nothing she enjoyed more than trying to make Enjolras uncomfortable and from the way he leaned in closer to his textbook, she could tell it was working.

"Aren't you going to come watch the film?" Eponine called to him innocently, earning a small smirk and a roll of his eyes from Combeferre. When Enjolras didn't respond she pouted slightly. "Does this make you uncomfortable? Sure you don't want to come watch with us?"

Enjolras sighed exasperatedly as he rubbed his brow and slowly raised his head ever so slightly. "Sex doesn't give me enjoyment, watching or… participating in it," he told her, awkwardly adding the last few words for clarity.

Eponines jaw dropped as she sat up, aiming a cushion at Enjolras' head to get his attention. He turned around to look at her, gripping the cushion that had hit him only moments before tightly. "You're a virgin!"

He visibly blushed as he stood up, crossing the room to drop the cushion back on the sofa before crossing his arms against his chest. "I don't see what my sexual history has to do with anything."

"Courf said you were! I didn't think it was true but… oh my god! Ferre! You knew and you didn't tell me! " She scolded the medical student as she got to her feet. "Have you done anything at all?"

Enjolras frowned at her. "What do you mean?" He asked before shaking his head. "No, I don't have to discuss this with you!"

Her face lit up as she stepped closer to him. "Oh, come on Enj! You must have done something! What about at night when you're alone in bed, you must have touched yourself!" When Enjolras turned bright red and turned to leave she bit her lip before sitting down. "Okay, okay! I'll stop! Don't leave!"

Enjolras swept his essay off the desk before storming into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Combeferre rolled his eyes before ruffling her hair. "You're awful," he scolded her.

"But you love me for it."

Enjolras spent most of the night in his room before returning close to 8pm and sat down in the armchair, silently staring at the television. At some point Combeferre and Eponine had fallen into a debate about Romeo and Juliet and whether it was a romantic film like Combeferre said or whether it was about two 'stupid teenagers that just want to screw and then end up killing a bunch of people, including themselves because they can't keep it in their pants' as Eponine argued and so, the natural solution had been to put the film on and watch it.

By the time the film had ended, Combeferre had come to side more with Eponine than he would like to admit but she was otherwise occupied to even bother asking. As soon as the credits had begun rolling she muted it, turning her attention to Enjolras. "Are you straight?" She blurted out, looking at him curiously. "Because the guys have a bet…"

"I've never had time to think about it," he told her simply, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen despite the only thing there being a long list of names.

"You must know though! Do you find guys or girls attractive? Or both?" She demanded, scooting down the sofa so she was sat even closer to him. Combeferre sighed as he watched her, trying to hide his amused smile. For years the guys had been trying to get it out of Enjolras but they always failed, however none of them were as stubborn or as determined as Eponine and he knew she wouldn't give up until she knew.

"Some people find no one attractive," Combeferre interrupted her guessing. "I mean, there are more sexualities out there than gay, straight or bi."

Eponine rolled her eyes as Enjolras let out an annoyed huff. "Come on Enj, you have to know by now! You're what? Twenty one?"

Enjolras stood up, not bothering to look at Eponine as he turned his attention to Combeferre. "I have to go to the library first thing in the morning, please try to keep the noise down and kindly inform your companion that my correct age is twenty two, goodnight," and with that he headed for his bedroom, ignoring Eponine calling goodnights after him.

The moment they were alone Eponine instantly plonked herself on Combeferres lap and he half expected a repeat of what had happened the other week but instead she grinned at him. "I think Enjy needs a little help working things out," she told him.

Combeferre groaned as he leaned his head back against the sofa. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Just you wait and see," she smirked, kissing her cheek as she gathered her bag up off of the floor before she headed for the door, leaving a bewildered Combeferre still sat on the sofa. As she stepped out the door, slowly pulling it shut behind her he heard her last few words drift through the small crack before the door shut fully. "And maybe you can help as well."

Eponine knew everyones timetable better than they knew their own so it was easy for her to simply stumble in on Enjolras when he was in on his own. She clutched one of Combeferres books in her arms as she knocked on the door. She had spent most of her morning picking out the perfect outfit to get him flustered, all it would take was a pair of very tightly fitting shorts and a low cut red top. She knocked again, pouting her perfectly red lips until he finally answered the door, looking at her slightly confused. "Uh… Ferres not in," he told her with a frown.

She grinned as she pushed past him, perfectly strutting through the living room as he stared after her, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. She paused as she reached Ferres bedroom and pushed the door open before winking at Enjolras. "He told me I could drop the book off and leave it in his room."

He nodded his head as he followed her, lingering in the doorway as he watched her. He knew Eponine too well to know not to leave her alone with anyones stuff, she was more than likely going to take something with her, she did always bring it back, however she rarely told the owner she had it as he found out only a few months earlier when she decided she liked the look of one of Enjolras' law books as it sat on his desk.

When she had finished putting the book away he cleared his throat. "Are you done?" He asked her cautiously as she sat on the bed and leaned back, her top raising over her stomach. He glanced down at the stretch of skin before he stiffened his haw and turned, marching into his bedroom, sliding the bolt across behind himand with a sigh Eponine left, deciding to put her outfit to use.

It took a couple more failed attempts before Eponine finally succeeded. She had tried all sorts from stealing his books, showing up uninvited to the library, brushing up against him and of course, stealing one of his shirts but tonight she knew she was going to succeed when she found him sat at the bar in the musain.

She slipped onto the stool beside him and ordered two shots before sliding one towards Enjolras who stared at it with a look of disgust. She downed hers in silence before she glanced at him, smirking lightly. "So, what are you doing tonight?"

And with that he picked up the shot and knocked it back, Eponine was slowly getting under his skin and whether he wanted to admit it or not, he kept catching himself thinking about her when he least expected it. The image of her in his red shirt, sprawled across the sofa kept him awake and night and this wasn't good. Enjolras did not get distracted.

He ordered himself a whiskey, ignoring Eponines sniggers beside him and comments about it being an olds man drink as he took a large gulp, hoping the throat burning liquid would be enough to help him ignore the girl. To his surprise, it did actually seem to help and after his second glass he felt his head turn fuzzy. Realising his mistake he got to his feet, swaying slightly. It wasn't that he didn't drink it was just that he didn't feel the need to do it often and apparently his alcohol tolerance was no where near that of Eponines.

He felt a jolt of what he could only call electric as he felt her hand grasp his arm and suddenly his arm was around her shoulders and hers around his waist as she guided him out of the bar. It was only a few blocks until they reached his and Combeferres apartment and she helped up the stairs, laughing as he stumbled half way up but otherwise, they made it to the door incident free. He wasn't sure how or when she had got hold of his keys but soon the door was unlocked and she stepped back to let him go inside but instead he kept hold of her shoulders, dragging her in with him.

"I should go," she told him as she dropped the keys into the bowl next to the door. "I really thought you'd be able to down more than you did though."

He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as he tried to force himself to sober up. He was no good in this state, he wasn't in control and it made him uncomfortable. "You need to stop this, 'Ponine," he blurted out before he could stop herself.

"Stop what?" She raised her eyebrow, unaware that she was doing anything.

"Stop…this!" He told her, waving his hand around vaguely and much faster than he seemed to think he was, much to her amusement. "Got to get you out of my head."

She smirked in triumph as she realised what he had said and slipped towards him. "So I'm in your head now, huh?"

"It's annoying!" He groaned. "Tryin' to do essays and you're there…. In my mind… that time you were sat on my desk chewin' that pen lid… god 'Ponine, you've got to stop."

"I don't control what goes on in your mind," she smirked, stepping closer until they were almost touching.

He opened his eyes as he looked down at her. His fingers ran through his hair, her locks slipping through his fingers as he leaned into her. He could smell the vodka on her breath as he lips brushed against hers but he didn't care. God, how could he?

He leaned closer, desperate to get a taste of it on her lips but before he could she stepped back, a small smirk playing on her lips. "I think we should get you to bed," she told him.

"But 'Ponine!" He breathed, desperately reaching out for her as she nimbly dodged his hands. He stalked after her as she made her way to his bedroom, watching as she sat down on the bed. He awkwardly stood in the doorway, not too sure what to do next.

"Take your clothes off," she told him as she bit her lip and there was no way he could say no to that. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head and didn't bother to stop to fold it like he usually did and soon his trousers were around his ankles but before he could even think to remove his underwear, she was stopping him. "In the bed," she ordered.

He frowned as he climbed in bed, pulling the covers up over him. He certainly wasn't an expert when it came to sex, he had read books on the subject of course but he had never heard of this part. She smirked as she stepped around to the side of the bed and placed a kiss on his lips. "You're drunk," she told him. "If you want to do this in the morning you know my number."

He was vaguely aware of Eponine humming as she left the room and made her way out of the apartment, his eyes were closed before she even shut the door.