A/N: Sorry this chapter took a little longer than usual, I've been really sick and now exams are starting, but I will have plenty of free time to work on this story soon. I've reached 50 followers! Thank you so much.

Enjolras and Éponine were the first to arrive at the café bright and early on a cloudy Tuesday morning. The weather seemed ominous as if a storm was coming, Éponine found it unsettling. Enjolras quickly sat down and went to work, leaving her leaning against the window frame, looking out towards the quickly darkening sky. After a few minutes she strutted over to where Enjolras was seated and plopped herself down in his lap, planting a passionate kiss on his unsuspecting lips. His arms snaked around her and she knotted her fingers in his hair.

The sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat caused them to break apart. Éponine leaped out of his lap, blushing furiously. Enjolras exhaled heavily and ran his fingers through his tousled locks, looking up at the person who walked in on them. Three young men stood wide-eyed at the top of the stairs: Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Marius. Courfeyrac had a sly smirk pasted on his face, Combeferre looked slightly taken aback, but Marius stood there with his jaw hanging humorously towards the floor.

"What's going on here?" Marius demanded when he finally picked up his jaw.

"What did it look like?" Courfeyrac chuckled.

"Since when are you two together?" Marius asked, ignoring him.

"Since-" Éponine began, but Enjolras quickly cut her off.

"We're not together. What you saw was nothing and you will not speak of it again." His tone rang with finality. Courfeyrac looked like he wanted to make a joke, but resisted and walked over to a table piled with maps and books, followed by Combeferre. Marius floundered for another minute before also dragging himself over to the same table.

Éponine's fists curled into tight balls and her breathing quickened. "Excuse me?" She growled between tight lips. All the men spun around to look at her curiously.

"Éponine," Enjolras sighed, but she didn't let him continue.

Rage boiled inside her and her faced was burning with shame and embarrassment at his rejection. "You bastard! We've been together for months! Practically since I moved in with him!" she spat ferociously, "We are not just lovers, we are in love, or at least I thought we were. But you're ashamed of me aren't you? Just a dirty street girl, you can't stand the thought of your peers knowing you've shared a bed with me. Of course, the grand, fearless leader of the revolution is too good for any woman. I know you care about me, but the fact that you can't admit it to even your closest of friends is cowardly and greatly dishonorable to me."

Silence followed her exasperated speech. The four men all stared at her, taking in what she had just said. Éponine spun around and threw herself down the stairs, taking them two at a time and wondered out on to the stone streets. It sounded like Enjolras was calling out to her, but she left anyways. Until he was ready to acknowledge their feelings in public, he would never fully be hers. She had given herself to him so entirely and would shout her love from the rooftops if she could. It stung that he did not feel the same amount of joy and elation at their blossoming romance. Thunder grumbled high above her and she began to feel the cool drops of rain on the exposed skin of her face and arms, but she didn't care. She hurried away from the Musain as fast as her bare feet would carry her, not looking back though she was sure Enjolras had followed behind her.

He had called out her name as she slammed the café door and leapt out of his chair to go after her without acknowledging the other men witnessing the spectacle. Remorse took over and he was desperate to find her. He hadn't intended to make her feel as though he was embarrassed by her, he thought they had agreed not to share their relationship. It didn't occur to him that she would take his public denial of their love so personally. He cursed himself for being so thoughtless and insensitive. How could he have not realized that his rejection would wound her more than Marius' obliviousness ever could?

Rain soaked his hair and caused his clothes to cling to his body. In his haste, he had left his jacket and was wondering the streets in only his shirt and suspenders. The white fabric grew see-through with the water, but he didn't take notice. Those who were still out on the streets eyed him wearily. Surely he looked a little crazed. Initially when he left the café he saw her figure disappearing in the distance, but after an hour of searching he was unable to find her anywhere so he reluctantly returned to the Musain.

The men looked up at his entrance. He was soaked through with rain and looking defeated. "You love her," Combeferre stated, not asked, "I could have never imagined you chasing a woman out in the rain."

"I couldn't find her," Enjolras replied dejectedly, "she'll never forgive me."

Courfeyrac, oblivious to the somber feelings rolling off of Enjolras is nearly visible waves, shook his head to himself, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "no wonder you're so happy lately… finally bedding a girl."

"Do not speak of her that way!" Enjolras exploded at him, but his face crumpled immediately afterwards and he slouched to the ground, his head in his hands. "I shouldn't have denied it, I just didn't think it was important for everyone to know, I thought it would only be a distraction," he eyed Courfeyrac's still smug expression disdainfully before continuing, "But I do love her."

"She will come back when she has had a chance to cool off, you of all people must know that though she is a fiery and passionate girl, her self-doubt is boundless," Combeferre murmured, placing a comforting hand on his closest friends back. "She will forgive you."

"She always jumps to the conclusion that I think I'm too good for her, but it is she who is too good for me."

"There is no one more deserving of love than the two of you. "

The truth in his words rang clear. Enjolras and Éponine had both searched for someone for a seemingly endless period of time. Éponine wasted herself mooning over men who would never want her, while Enjolras snubbed any woman who looked at him for he could not afford the distraction of a woman. But they both craved the comfort of love's embrace and had found it at last with each other. Enjolras buried his head in the pillow as he slept alone in their bed that night, angered with himself for his Éponine had still not returned.

A/N: Second time they've been walked in on, these two need to be more careful where they decide to make-out haha. Well I hope that was sufficiently angsty for you all. PLEASE REVIEW!