Javert's Daughter

Sparks

***~Marie's POV~***

When I woke up the next morning it was to the sound of a door and I opened my eyes to see Enjolras with his back to me. I could see that he was looking through his clothes and that Ephonie was no longer at the other end of the bed like she'd been last night. I slowly sat up in the bed and the creaking it made caught Enjolras' attention and he turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"My apologies Mademoiselle, I thought you were still asleep." He fumbled to pick up the fresh clothes and headed to the door.

"No need to apologize," my words made him stop and look at me. "This is your flat, not mine."

"It is yours as long as you wish," I could see a faint blush in his tanned cheeks that just took me back to the night before and my craving for his lips on mine returned. "How was your evening?"

"Marius and I talked with the others about the next protest." He informed me but he now avoided my eyes as if he were hiding something. How was yours?"

"Similar to yours." I ran my hands along the ruff bed sheets. "Ephonie and I talked about things."

"You are aware of Ephonie's loose lips, aren't you?" his words made me look back up at him to see a small grin of his lips. I silently cursed Ephonie and tried to think of a way to get back at her but Enjolras voice brought me back to the room. "She nearly attacked me this morning when she found me at the Cafe with Marius and Courfeyrac. It seems that someone told her about last night's events."

"I wasn't aware it was supposed to be a secret," I raised a brow at him as his smile grew.

"It didn't matter," he chuckled as he placed his clothes on the table and sat down next to me on the bed. "I'd just been hoping to talk to you about it before all the men knew."

"What is there to talk about?" I felt my heartbeat quicken as he brushed my loose hair behind my ear.

"I told you so much," he matched my nervous gaze. "After our kiss you fled without saying another word to me. I was afraid that I'd crossed a line to put you in distress."

"You didn't put me in distress," I assured him. "I ran because I didn't know what to say. You told me how you wanted nothing more than to protect me and how you see all these things in me that others don't. Some of the things you claim to see I don't see in myself when I look in the mirror. I needed time to think."

"Have you thought?" I could see the worry in his wide eyes.

"Yes," I leaned forward and our lips met again. It felt even better than it had last night but when we pulled apart I just looked into his eyes where I could see the smile in them.

It was true that sparks were filling the people of Paris for a revolution but the only sparks I could focus on were the ones inside of me. The sparks that were consuming me and allowing me to feel what I felt toward Enjolras. For the first time since my mother's death I felt truly loved.