And now, for something somewhat humorous...

Cosette taps her boot against the floor impatiently, putting down her embroidery. Enjolras sits in the same chair he has sat in for five hours, reading a heavy tome of politics and taking down notes on a piece of paper beside him. They were going to leave an hour ago. She knows how absorbed he can get into his beloved books, especially when he is planning a speech, but this is too much. She finally voices a complaint.

"Enjolras, if we are going to leave, we should go now."

She is met with silence.

"Enjolras, put the book down."

There is a mumbled "no."

"Enjolras, put the book down."

"No."

"Enjolras, put the book down."

She tries not to sound as impatient as she feels.

His forehead furrows but his eyes stay on the book. "NO."

"Enjolras, please put the book down so we can go enjoy the picnic lunch you promised me."

He slams the book closed on his lap and stares intently at her.

She makes puppy eyes at him, pouting a little.

"God help me, Cosette! I am almost done this book and it is giving me ideas for my speeches. There are few people joining our cause, and this may prompt more to spring forward and fight for the freedom of France! My darling, pray wait ten more minutes and then I shall be done and we can go out."

She pouts again and returns to her embroidery.

"As you wish."

He picks up the book again and mumbles to himself about flags and martyrs.

Thirty minutes pass. Enjolras is still not done the book. He has that drilling focus in his eyes again and Cosette knows that if she doesn't interrupt, he will sit there all day with that stupid book.

She really wants to throw that book into the fire. Perhaps him with it. Maybe that will wake him up.

He makes no move to put the book down as she makes an annoyed noise in her throat.

Cosette walks over, and tugs the book a little. "PLEASE, darling Apollo, put the book down."

Enjolras lowers the book a few inches and glares at her. She immediately leans forward and kisses him tenderly on the lips. She pulls back as soon as he starts to respond.

He gapes at her.

She smiles cheekily at him.

"Will you put the book down now please?"

"Yes."

It's a gasp. His eyes sparkle with the fire that she normally sees when he reads out his speeches, and he puts the book on the arm of the chair.

She leans forward again, and he kisses her back just as gently, pulling her onto his lap. The book slips off the chair, splaying out on the floor, and for the first time in Enjolras' memory, one of his precious books lays forgotten on the floor for a beautiful woman.