The Night That Ends At Last *Les Miserables Romance (Enjolras)*

Chapter 5: A Heart Full Of Love

Chapter 5: Heart Full of Love

 A heart full of love,

A night full of you!

The words are old,

But always true…


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She didn’t mean to run. Something just…happened, something she realized.

When the sun rose, the rebellion would begin, and the blood bath would start.

Joleigh panted, a lump caught in her throat. It was raining, the water thundering on the pavements making them shine like silver. The soaking girl hugged herself from the cold, her hair coming out of her plait and drooping in her eyes. Her leather soles were sliding on her feet as she ran; the squelching could have been heard if the rain wasn’t as loud as it was. Shivering, Joleigh collapsed through the door to her dark apartment. She coughed heavily, stumbling around in the darkness for a lantern. When she got hold of one, her hand rummaged through multiple drawers for a match. The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she found one and struck it instantly. Her fingers were shaking as she placed the small flame in the lantern. As it burned in the corner, she moved about the room, lighting every candle until it was glowing dimly. She hated the dark. It was full of the unknown. When Joleigh was satisfied she quickly undressed and cleaned herself, redressing in a thin white nightgown that hung loosely to her skinny knees. All she could think about was her boys.

Joly wanted to be a doctor, she knew how much he studied…he might never be one. Feuilly wanted to do something more than fan making…he may never get to. Jehan may never write his romantic thoughts down. She may never share another laugh with Combeferre or Coufeyrac...or pull a prank on Lesgle with Bahorel. Grantaire may never have another drink. The worst thought was not seeing Enjolras ever again. The thought of him, lost to her forever...was one she could not handle. Joleigh quickly fretted over a fire to settle her spinning mind. She curled up by it for hours until her body was warm and her eyelids were heavy with tiredness. She did not hear the front door open and close. Suddenly, there were two strong arms wrapped around her.

"Enjolras?" She mumbled, her head lolling to one side. The arms had wrapped the thick burgundy quilt over her shoulders and were gently holding her in it.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I didn't notice you left." Enjolras murmured into her ear, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as he knelt behind her.

"It-it's okay..." Joleigh's tiredness disappeared with a gasp as her finance started placing tender kisses on her neck, his damp curls cold on her skin. "Enjolras..." She whispered, before he moved around and kissed her deeply. Stop! She thought. He was just doing this so he could take her one last time before he died! Enjolras selfishly wanted her to experience his love one more time before she never could again! Didn't he? It didn't feel like he was rushing. Joleigh dismissed all her negative thoughts and decided, as always, for the more positive course. She would enjoy him while it lasted. Through heavy breaths and feverish touches, Enjolras picked up Joleigh and carried her to their bedroom. For a moment they parted lips, just so Enjolras could shrug off his restraining red waistcoat. When their eyes met again, the couple collided against each other again, hands pulling at clothes; until they both fell backwards onto the bed. The candle light casted shadows of the entwined bodies on the faded walls.


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Enjolras let out a low groan as he rolled off of Joleigh. She smiled, panting, her face flushed a deep red and her hair illuminated gold in the dim light of the room; what was left of the candles had almost burnt out. He looked down at her as she wrapped an arm across his chest and buried her head into his side. Bowing his head, he planted a kiss on her brow and she giggled. Joleigh untangled the bed sheets from their legs and pulled it up above her head. Enjolras chuckled at her, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. Every time after they...they...you know, she would always get into this playful mood. Slowly he shrunk down and joined her under the sheet beaming. Beneath the covers, the light casted a pale glow on her face. Joleigh's blue eyes were looking at him with such admiration and love, it seemed there were hidden stars in the round pupils. A sweet smile danced across her lips and a single fair strand of hair fell around and down her cheekbone. She was beautiful. Enjolras could not and would not, ever deny that. He was a lucky man. The luckiest. With this heart full of her love, he could do anything. 

"Why are you so perfect?" He mumbled smirking. 

Joleigh's smile broadened and she laughed, burying her reddened face into the pillow. Suddenly she flicked her hair off her face and gazed up at him before pecking him on the lips.

"I am not, Monsieur," She stated. Enjolras glanced at her before shaking his head in disbelief. Such modesty should not exist. Joleigh threw the sheet off of them and quickly scrambled over him to the edge of the bed. Enjolras watched with lustful eyes as she padded across the room to gather her nightgown, her thin figure shining with sweat. Slipping on the soft fabric she left the room. Enjolras took a deep breath of content, sliding the back of his hand across his brow. The small room was stuffy as the heat of their pleasure was caught in it. There was the sound of running water before his golden mistress returned. Joleigh sat on the edge next to his torso and squeezed the dripping rag she hand in her hands. It was if she had read his mind. Enjolras quickly sat up, the sheet pooling at his bare waist. The cool feeling of the damp cloth on his cheek was exhilarating and Enjolras let out a low hum of delight. Joleigh carefully tended to wipe his brow, cupping the side of his face with her delicate hand, her fingers occasionally moving up into his curls.

“Joleigh?” Enjolras asked.

“Yes?”

“What…what would you do if,” Joleigh removed the rag from his face. “What would you do if the barricade fell?” A grave expression appeared and she looked to her lap.

“Well…” She bit her lip. “It won’t.”

“But if it did?”

“Enjolras, you said yourself it won’t happen!” He could hear the doubt in her voice. They sat there for a few minutes, with her dousing his brow in silence. Enjolras watched Joleigh intently - but she was avoiding his gaze.

“Please, Joleigh.” Enjolras clasped her hands in his. “Tell me.”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it.” Her voice was barely a whisper and darkness seemed to shadow her face. Enjolras quickly placed a hand on her cheek.

“Forgive me. I shouldn’t have asked. Come now,” He took her in his arms and lay down, pulling the sheet back over them. “It’s a big day tomorrow. Sleep.” Enjolras’s voice was almost commanding. When he was satisfied that Joleigh was comfortably nestled in his embrace, he reached over and blew out the candle; the room instantly shrouded in darkness, only a faint glow appearing on the walls opposite the window. There was a vibration on his forearm. A small tune was coming from his drowsy beauty. Enjolras smiled. It was the tune of his rebellion.

“Do you here the people sing?” She sang softly, her mind half in sleep.  

“I do.” Enjolras replied, turning over and closing his eyes. Soon he was asleep in blissful thought, his thought of a freedom for the people.  Enjolras did not notice the gentle shuddering coming from his side. Joleigh muffled her sobs into his arm, warm tears rolling across her pretty face.

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At last my friends! We are almost at the barricade! This one is a bit short, a sort of spontaneous idea of a scene focusing mainly on our glorious couple... ;) 

On the side is Rosamund Pike (looking gorgeous) in my opinion I think she is the perfect person to portray Joleigh! What do you think? What do you think of this chapter in a whole? Thanks!

-Grantaire/Kat xx