When they wake, their bodies are entwined, arms around waists and legs knotted together. It is all he can do to push away from her, and though their actions have remained completely innocent, there's a sensation in the air that something has truly changed between them. This time, Enjolras tells himself, he won't let it go.

He reaches over and pushes stray hair away from her face, admiring the way the afternoon light accentuates her profile. She is beautiful, he thinks, and yet so unaware of what he's seen all along. This girl - woman, he reminds himself, the body lying next to him and clad only in a shift is definitely not that of a child - has changed him, given him hope. She's taken his nightmares and given him something to fight for - and yet she cannot accept it. "What are you?" he whispers, hoping she can't hear him. "Angel, mouse, precious one…"

"Mmh?" she mumbles, eyes fluttering open. She doesn't expect to see him next to her, hovering over her like the ghost she swears he his, but it's a nice sight.

"Nothing," he mutters, slipping out from under the sheets and trying to get as much distance from her. "Nothing."

"Not nothing," she counters, almost laughing. "You called me an angel. I heard you."

He knows there's no use in denying it and gives her a look that he hopes expresses his regret. "You're so peaceful when you're sleeping, ma souris. I didn't mean…"

"You meant it," and now she's upright and walking towards him with that glimmer in her eyes that he has no hope of resisting. "You meant it," and she's close enough to touch him. "You love me," and her arms wrap around his shoulders and she's close enough to kiss him. "You want me," and she does, lips against lips with total innocence. It's a start.

He wants to resist, wants to tell her it still isn't right, but he's done with saying no to her. "I want you," he repeats, kissing her properly for the first time. "I want you."

"Then show me," she coos, and he does.

Fin.