Enjoltaire One Shots

II-Pancakes and Loud Floors

 Enjolras and Grantaire had finally finished unpacking and organizing everything in their new apartment New York City. The bed sheets were freshly washed and were warm and soft. Enjolras was lying on his side, alone on the bed, listening to Grantaire brush his teeth.

"You asleep?" Grantaire asked after he finished brushing his teeth and attempted to brush his hair.

"No," Enjolras replied, yawning. Grantaire chuckled as he got into bed next to Enjolras and snuggled against him, facing him. Grantaire put his arm over Enjolras and stared into Enjolras's strikingly beautiful blue eyes, before Grantaire closed his own eyes.

"R?"

"Hmm?" Grantaire said, opening his eyes. He lowered his hand so it rested on top of Enjolras's. Enjolras smiled.

"I love you."

Grantaire inched himself closer to his boyfriend and kissed his nose.

"I love you too, my sweet. Now, let's get some rest. God knows we need it."

Enjolras kissed his boyfriend before finally closing his eyes.

*****

The next morning, Grantaire woke up before Enjolras, and was pleasantly surprised to find that during the night, Enjolras had nestled his head just under Grantaire's chin. Grantaire kissed the blond head of hair before attempting to get out of the bed as quietly as possible. The problem with new living places, however, is that you learn where the floor creaks the loudest the hard way. The moment Grantaire put his feet on the ground, the floor creaked loud enough to wake the dead. Enjolras sat up straight immediately as if activated by some kind of slingshot.

"What's going on?" he asked frantically, his head darting in every direction before finally landing on Grantaire. Grantaire sighed.

"I'm sorry, love. I was going to make you breakfast, I didn't know how loudly the damn floor would scream."
 Enjolras chuckled.

"Screamed?"

"Yes, screamed."

"Floors don't scream, R."

"Well, this one does, Apollo. Hear it?"

Grantaire shifted his weight ever-so slightly, but the floor creaked like an old boat on a stormy night in the Atlantic.

"Fair point." Enjolras rubbed his eyes. "What's for breakfast?"
 "I was thinking some homemade pancakes?" Grantaire offered.

"Hell yeah." Enjolras pumped his fist before falling back into bed, closing his eyes again.

Grantaire smiled and kissed his forehead.

"I'll let you know when they're ready, love."

Enjolras nodded, simling.

*****

"Enj! They're ready!"

The immediate loud creaking of the floor signified Enjolras's appearance moments later.

"Thank you, R." Enjolras smiled as he began piling pancakes onto his plate.

Grantaire cleared his throat. Enjolras looked up

"What?" Enjolras asked, meeting Grantaire's coffee brown eyes. Grantaire gestured to the apron he was wearing. In extravagant cursive with bright, sparky pink glitter, the phrase 'kiss the cook' was emblazoned on the front. Enjolras giggled.

"I'm waiting," Grantaire said.

Enjolras gladly leaned over and kissed Grantaire.

"Thank you," Grantaire said as he loaded his own plate with pancakes.

"Don't mention it," Enjolras grinned as he got out the maple syrup and butter and placed them on the table. Soon, the entire apartment was filled with the sweet smell of pancakes and syrup. Enjolras and Grantaire sat next to each other at their new table.

Grantaire couldn't help but notice how Enjolras's blue eyes shone brightly in the light of the sun. He must have been staring at them, because when Enjolras looked up from his pancake, he gave Grantaire a questioning look.

"You okay, R?"

Grantaire quickly blinked and cleared his throat, startled.

"Yeah, I'm beautiful. I mean you're beautiful. I mean...shit."

Enjolras laughed and reached out with his free hand. Grantaire took it with a smile.

Enjolras reached forward, and Grantaire did too. They met in the middle of the table, their eyes closing as their lips met.

"I love you, Grantaire."

"I love you, Enjolras."

They broke apart to take a much-needed breath.

"Want some more pancakes, Enj?" Grantaire offered.

"Are monarchies the worst thing to happen to the Earth?"

Grantaire laughed as he piled more pancakes onto Enjolras's plate.