Éponine woke up still wrapped up in Enjolras' arms. She smiled to herself; carefully she climbed out of bed and tiptoed over to her wardrobe to get ready. Suddenly, as she was lacing up her corset, the door to the garret burst open with a loud bang.
"'E's alive, 'e's alive!" Gavroche shouted as he burst into the garret
"Gavroche, shush! Enjolras is sleeping!" Éponine hissed, as she peered into the bedroom to find Enjolras still fast asleep. That man can sleep through anything Éponine thought with a smile before returning to her younger bother. Gavroche looked like he was going to explode with excitement "Where is Courfeyrac? He's supposed to be watching you." Éponine said when she realized her brother's guardian was nowhere to be found.
"I snuck out" Gavroche said indifferently, "Marius is alive 'Ponine! I've seen 'im! 'E's at 'is grandfather's 'ouse!" Éponine felt her stomach drop. Marius is alive? Oh sweet merciful God in heaven thank you!
"Take me there, I must see him." Éponine said, with a nod Gavroche bolted out the way he'd come with Éponine at his heels. When the two siblings arrived at Marius' grandfather's house they were greeted at the door by one of the house's many servants and informed that 'the Baron Marius Pontmercy was not receiving visitors at this time and to return at a later date.' Éponine was ready to give up until Gavroche started to climb the garden walls.
"Gavroche, what you doing? Get down from there!" Éponine cried pulling the gamin off the wall.
"But you wanted to see Marius!" The boy protested as he struggled in his sister's grasp.
"We are not going to break into Marius' house like petty thieves!" Éponine cried, "We'll see him another time," defeated Gavroche allowed himself to be led away.

Azelma rolled over and smiled,
"That was good," she said
"Agreed." Said her partner through hooded eyes, Azelma sat up and retrieved her clothes that had been thrown to the floor haphazardly during the act. Slipping silently into her dirty old chemise Azelma smiled, she turned and expected to see him looking her up and down like a piece of meat, but was
surprised to see his gaze averted.
"Don't you wanna to look?" She asked confused,
"No. I've seen it all, I don't need to object a lady to such humiliation." Azelma frowned,
"You are a odd bird indeed, M'sieur." Azelma said as she finished dressing, receiving only a little help from her partner in lacing up her corset.
"Why don't you stay for breakfast?" The offer was tempting,
"I can't," Azelma said only a little too quickly, "I 'ave to get back to the brothel." She felt his large gentle hand touch her shoulder,
"Azelma, I know you haven't had a proper meal in days." It was true unfortunately, but Azelma knew she couldn't agree.
"Let's not ruin a good thing," she insisted,
"How is one meal ruining a good thing?" He demanded pulling on some trousers,
"It just is, I'm your whore you pay for my services. That's all," he was quiet for a beat,
"Is that how you think I think of you?" He asked,
"Isn't it? Just a plaything for your pleasure?" Azelma asked,
"No! God no. Azelma, you're a lady, I honestly enjoy your company." He pressed a kiss to her neck, "come, I'll cook you breakfast and then you can return to the brothel." Azelma opened her mouth to protest but he trailed wet kisses down her neck leaving her speechless. A soft moan escaped he lips and her resolve melted,
"Fine," she panted, "but only breakfast." The man chuckled
"Only breakfast, I swear." And without another word he scooped her up in his big strong arms and carried her to the small kitchen in his garret. After gently setting her down on the counter he got to work frying eggs and making toast. Azelma watched silently, her stomach growled betraying how hungry
she really was. He chuckled and stole a quick kiss. Azelma watched him, the way his muscles bulged in his arms and rippled across his back. He was the definition of fit. Gently he handed her a plate piled high with eggs and toast. Azelma took it and smiled at him,
"Thank you, Courfeyrac." She murmured Courfeyrac smiled and kissed her. Just then the front door to the garret burst open, in raced Gavroche and a infuriated looking Éponine, the moment she saw them she paled and a look of horror came into her face.
"Ah, my eyes!" Gavroche screamed covering his eyes and running towards his room. Leaving behind a horrified Éponine and an embarrassed Azelma and Courfeyrac.

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