Enjolras Imagines

Late mornings

A/n - Warning: very fluffy

h/c = your hair colour

s/c = skin colour

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Enjolras p.o.v

I groaned as I shifted in bed, pulling the duvet up further to cover my body. Though I would consider myself a morning person (getting up early to go to my lectures had become so routine that I was no longer fazed by them), I found myself craving Sundays, where I could spend most of the morning in bed. And that was for one reason only. Her.

Y/n loved sleeping in late, but between all of my morning lectures at the university and her job working at the bakery, as well as both our dedication to working toward the revolution, there were very few moments when both of us were available to spend the morning in bed together. That is why both of us spent our week looking forward to our spare moments on a Sunday morning.

Slowly, I sat up and looked to y/n, who was still asleep on her side of the bed. I smiled at the sound of her steady breaths, indicating that she was still sleeping soundly. I was glad she was now able to sleep through the night - early in our relationship her sleep was plagued by nightmares. She would wake up continuously, and would only be able to fall asleep again until I checked the flat and could reassure her that there was no one in there who could hurt her.

She had become untangled from my arms during the night. I always insisted on holding her close as we slept as it was easier to sleep knowing that she was safe in my embrace. I took my duty of protecting her very seriously.

I quietly moved over in the bed, trying not to disturb her as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to my body, so my chest was pressed against her back. I leant over her and pressed a small kiss to her cheek as she slept. Showing her affection whilst simultaneously trying not to wake her was a very fine line to walk, so I made sure to be as careful as possible.

Seeing that I hadn't woken her, I smiled. Her h/c hair was scattered across her s/c cheek and shoulder, so I tucked in behind her ear. I leant down and pressed another skin to her shoulder, moving the strap of her white nightdress to the side as I did so. Then I buried my head in her neck and closed my eyes, enjoying any time that I was able to spend in her presence.

My mind wandered back to the first time that I had ever met her. She had been wearing a beautiful red dress (which was bound to catch my eye due to it being my favourite colour) and her hair fell in ethereal curls which perfectly framed her face. I was quite inept in talking to women and quite honestly rarely noticed them, so I was surprised by the way that I could barely take my eyes off of her. I might have been able to control my emotions towards her if she hadn't been so kind, but her consideration towards others and her unconditional support for the revolution meant that I had no choice but to love her.

I don't think Combeferre, who was her older brother, particularly supported the idea of us courting at first, knowing that I prioritised France over everything else. However I think he came around once he saw how happy she was with me, and I made it clear that I would let him kill me if I ever hurt her. He fully came to accept me once I had proposed to y/n two months ago. I suppose the outward sign of commitment meant that he had more faith in how much I cared about her.

Y/n shifted slightly against my body and her breathing changed, indicating that she was beginning to wake up from her slumber. I started planting small kisses against the back of her shoulder and ran my hand up and down her waist as she opened her eyes, humming in approval towards my actions.

'Good morning, my love,' I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her jaw.

'Mmmm, good morning Enjy.' she mumbled, turning over so that she could rest her head against my chest. I smiled at the nickname she had given me, and laid another kiss on her forehead.