Enjolras Imagines

You deserve better

Y/N POV ~~~~~~

The meeting had long since ended, but Enjolras was still busy working on his speech in the corner of the café, completely oblivious to the laughing and drinking of the rest of his friends. It made me smile slightly. Only he would still be working this late into the night.

I internally debated getting up to sit with him from my place on the table with Joly and Grantaire (both of whom were far too drunk to even notice if I left). My hesitation came from the fact that Enjolras had asked me when we first started our relationship if we could limit the affection which we showed each other in meetings. It certainly hurt when he had first asked, and sometimes it still hurts even now, but I understood that it wasn't a personal thing. It would be quite difficult to run a meeting for revolutionaries if I was cuddled up to him the entire time.

However this had the unintended effect of making me go to the extreme opposite, as I was so worried about showing Enjolras affection that I ended up completely avoiding him. I had seen his anger during the rallies and I definitely did not want that directed at me - not that he ever would, he was nothing but kind to me, a stark contrast to the usual cold demeanour that he presented to everyone else.

I took a deep breath and stood up, deciding that it would be okay to sit with him, since technically the meeting was over. It wasn't like we were hiding our relationship from the les amis, we announced that we were together over a year ago, but I think his overly-protective nature would have given it away even if we hadn't.

I sat down at his table and gave him a small smile as he looked up at me, feeling a sense of relief as he smiled back and put down his quill. 'Are you alright, my love?'

My heart fluttered at his use of the pet name. 'I'm fine.' I said, 'Just a little bit tired.'

'Do you want me to take you home?' he questioned.

'No, don't worry,' I replied, knowing that he probably wanted to stay to finish his speech but refused to let me walk home alone in the dark, 'We can stay until you have finished your work. I just thought that I would come sit with you since the rest of the boys are getting too drunk.'

'They aren't doing anything inappropriate, are they?' he asked, taking my hand in his and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

'No, no,' I chuckled, 'They wouldn't dare with you around.'

Enjolras looked down at the papers covering the table before meeting my gaze again. 'Look, I will just finish writing my speech, and then we will go home, okay love?' 

'Okay Enjy.' He smiled slightly at the nickname, and I loved the fact that I was the only person he would allow to call him that. Once Grantaire had referred to him as 'Enjy', purposefully to annoy him, and I almost thought that Enjolras was going to punch him. 

Enjolras lifted my hand to his lips and planted a small kiss on my knuckles, then turned back to finish his speech. I let out a contented sigh as I settled into the chair, knowing that this quick moment of tenderness was a big deal for Enjolras to show in front of his friends.

One of Enjolras' already written speeches was laying on the table, so I began to read it whilst he continued to write. It was truly amazing, and I wasn't just saying that because I loved him. It was perfect to get a crowd worked up during the rallies, and the way that Enjolras was able to make people aware of the injustices that were prevalent day-to-day without becoming patronising was masterful.

I voiced these compliments, and Enjolras squeezed my hand in response. I knew that he was grateful for my input and praise, but I could tell from his restrained response that he just wanted to concentrate on his work rather than hold a conversation with me. A dejected feeling washed over me, so I closed my eyes and turned away from him slightly, looking like I was just trying to rest. I kept repeating to myself that it wasn't personal, but I still felt a deep ache in my heart.