A/N: Sorry guys, it's been too long! I didn't really have a lot of time lately and the same goes for inspiration. But today I have (again) some E/R for you. And the Eponine/Cosette request has been written already, but that still needs some finishing touches so you'll see that couple sometime soon up here.
Disclaimer: Nope, it would've been a lovely birthday present but i'm not owning Les Mis.
Enjolras rolled off Grantaire with a heavy sigh. Together they stayed lying like that for a while, a moment of total relaxation, trying to steady their breaths before even thinking about leaving the bed. After a couple of minutes Grantaire turned to his side, absentmindedly tracing patterns on Enjolras' arm.
The dark haired man caught himself thinking about their days in college. When they had just started dating, they would lay in bed like this for hours. They would talk about what their lives were going to be like in the future. Enjolras would be an activist, living for his ideals. Grantaire a struggling artist, trying to make it as a painter. They would live in a ratty apartment, probably in a bad neighborhood. A life that would inspire Enjolras to work even harder. Maybe after a while they would take in a stray cat if their landlord approved. They wouldn't be rich, since most their income would probably go to bailing Enjolras out after a bad protest, but they would be happy. They would have each other.
"How are the kids?" Grantaire asked when Enjolras got up to grab his boxers.
"I'm not talking with you about the kids when we're like this." He gestured to their naked bodies, while he picked up the rest of his clothes. They never talked about the kids, because they never where together other than this.
Grantaire sometimes wondered what the point was in which they'd started to grow apart. He was still the struggling artist he imagined himself to be, but Enjolras was far from the activist in their fantasies.
He watched the blond grabbing the gold wedding band on his bedside table and putting it on his left hand. "Next week, same time right?"
Grantaire only nodded, it was a routine by now. Somewhere in the years that passed, life was what happened to them. He didn't know exactly how or when, but it did. Enjolras' parents had somewhere eventually convinced him that he would achieve far more by being a lawyer and after that marriage to an equally blonde woman wasn't that big of a step. So now three kids, Grantaire didn't even know their names, a labrador and a couple of promotions later Enjolras was at the top of his career and Grantaire had became noting more then an affair. He still was the struggling artist, but instead of a lover he was now the shadow, the secret flaw to the blondes perfect family.
A/N: Sorry for again a bit of an angsty R chapter. There are plans for more fluffy E/R stuff, but for now I leave you with this. Sorry for the people who expected some fluffy marriage kind of thing after the title.