A/N: I have big plans for this story so I hope you all continue to stick around because it might be a crazy ride. Thank you so much for reading so far.

It was just over a week after running out of the café that Éponine finally showed up on Enjolras' doorstep looking filthier than ever. Her hair was once again matted, her dress torn and dirtied by the streets. Enjolras didn't care about her soiled appearance and didn't even wait for her to speak; he reached out and pulled her small frame into his chest with unbelievable tenderness. Her arms wrapped around him somewhat hesitantly in response.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked him, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Furious," he breathed, kissing her hair.

"Good because I'm still quite livid with you."

"As you should be. I never should have denied our relationship so fiercely. I was thoughtless and insensitive and didn't realize you would take it as a rejection on my part. I love you. All the amis know now. I'll tell anyone –everyone! Whatever will make it up to you."

Éponine pulled away slightly to look up at him, "you are too inexperienced in the excitements of a woman's heart. I should have known you didn't mean your words as intensely as you spoke them, but we were caught in the act Enjolras! The jig was up; I figured there was no use denying our relationship and when you did so with such harshness… it was more than a little disheartening."

"I'm a damn fool," Enjolras muttered kissing her face elatedly. He knew he should be angry with her that she just ran off for an entire week with barely a word, but the emotion that overwhelmed him currently was relief. He had begun to fear she would never return and that he had lost her forever.

"Yes you are," Éponine muttered, still angry, she wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. He couldn't just kiss her and make it all better.

"Well I've realized my mistake, I would never do such a thing again."

"How could that have seemed like the right thing to say? You knew I was about to tell them the truth, but you just cut me off and basically said that I meant nothing to you."

"We had agreed not to tell anyone!" Enjolras could feel himself becoming defensive. "I thought that was what we both wanted. You didn't have to run off for a whole damn week! A little dramatic, don't you think?"

"I would never have left if you hadn't been so thoughtless in the first place!" They were full out yelling at each other now.

"And you wouldn't consider telling me off and then abandoning me without a word thoughtless? How could you do that to me? You know I love you and you know I'd be wrecked with worry at your absence. I know what I said was wrong, but what you did was also completely unfair."

"I can't believe you!" Éponine huffed, her face growing hot and red. "How can you turn this around on me?"

"You turned on me first, the second you deserted me in the café!"

"You denounced our entire relationship!"

"I apologized!"

"And now you're yelling at me for your mistake!"

"I would have forgotten the whole issue had you not attacked me with blame when I am clearly remorseful!"

"You are such an ass!" she growled, inches from his face.

"You're the most difficult person I've ever met!" he spat back at her.

Suddenly, unconscious effort on both of their parts brought their lips crashing together. Éponine grabbed fistfuls of his hair as Enjolras slid his hand under her thighs to hoist her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her nimble fingers made quick work undoing the buttons of his shirt as he carried her. She pushed the fabric off his broad, muscled shoulders and he shook it from his arms one at a time so as not to let her go. He dropped her on the bed and climbed on top of her, pulling off the dirty dress she wore to reveal she was slightly thinner than before. After months of eating well, her figure had filled out; she wasn't voluptuous by any means, but she looked healthy. No one else would have noted a difference after a week away, but Enjolras had spent many hours studying her figure and the curves and freckles and scars that made it uniquely hers.

"What is it?" Éponine gasped, noticing his preoccupation.

"Never leave me again," was all Enjolras murmured in response.

"Never," she whispered, pulling his lips back to hers and reach to undo the button of his pants. He yanked them off eagerly and continued to kiss up and down her sides hungrily, making her squirm as his lips tickled her flesh.

The melded together, fingers re-familiarizing themselves with one another's bodies, backs arching, gasps and moans escaping both of their throats. It was a long time afterwards before either of them could speak. Éponine was the one to finally break the heated silence. "I still think you're a bastard," she muttered, "But I can't live without you and I never want to have to do that again."

"Well I think you're rather pig-headed and inflexible, but I would not want it any other way."

"Don't start with me again," she warned playfully, propping herself up in bed on one elbow to get a better look at him.

"Well if this is the result of getting you riled up, I cannot guarantee that I won't poke your buttons for the hell of it once in a while," he chuckled and goosed her rear.

"Who are you?" Éponine asked both astonished and amused by his unusual playfulness.

"I'm yours."

A/N: I figured they're both thick-headed, stubborn, strong personality type people so they have to butt heads sometimes. It can't be all sunshine and lollipops with these two. I originally wrote this where they both just apologize and make up, but I figured that a super passionate rage kiss would be much more interesting

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