- Hugo: The barricade boys sure are nice.
- Hugo: it would be a shame if something...
- Hugo: happened to them.
“Let’s run away together.” she grinned “We could have a family, one day that is.” nuzzling his throat, kissing him softly on the lips
Running away with Michelle, away from all the worry and fear and doubt and uncertainty of his life in Paris and especially the revolution…. The idea was incredibly tempting. To never worry about angering Enjolras, about accidentally giving away the revolution, about being arrested, and to share that life with Michelle… The prospect filled his mind with a calm, permeating happiness he had not know for years. But still…..
“I can’t,” Courfeyrac whispered. “I can’t leave everyone behind like that…”“I know… But it’s a nice thought” she smiled “what if your friends never warm up to me?” He frowned
“It is a nice thought indeed,” Courfeyrac said with a smile. His expression quickly changed into a concerned frown, however, as Michelle continued.
“Don’t you worry, mon ange. I’ll make them. It’s just.. they’re always skeptical of girls I bring. And you’re still new, and they don’t usually take well to strangers. The nature of what we do, it forces us to be wary of everyone…”
“Well, I’d like to try meeting them again.” she smiled “Or at least the others, Enjolras scares me. You don’t have to tell me about what you do, but I’d like to meet your friends” she smiled happily
She curled up in his lap, letting him pull her close. Kissing his jaw and neck. “Je t’aime Courfeyrac, je t’aime.” She looked him in the eye saying that back to him. She wanted him to know she really meant it
Courfeyrac shivered lightly. No matter how many times she repeated them, Michelle’s words still sent powerful waves of joy flying through him. And the look in her eyes…. He could do nothing but hold her tight, kissing her repeatedly as he whispered sweet nonsense into her ears.
She kept kissing him, his face, his neck, his chest. For some reason even though they just met, she knew he was different. “Your wonderful mon amour.”
Courfeyrac laughed breathlessly. “Less so than you, mon ange! So beautiful, so sweet, so funny, so courageous, so lovely, so amazing…. I am lucky beyond words. Bless the storm that brought you to me!”
“Bless that storm indeed.” She smiled happily curling up in his arms. She never wanted to leave
Courfeyrac held Michelle, wanting nothing more than to stay there with her scent surrounding him, her warmth close to him, her heartbeat in time with his own. He burrowed his face into her hair, kissing her cheek every so often. He was content, he was happy.
“Let’s run away together.” she grinned “We could have a family, one day that is.” nuzzling his throat, kissing him softly on the lips
Running away with Michelle, away from all the worry and fear and doubt and uncertainty of his life in Paris and especially the revolution…. The idea was incredibly tempting. To never worry about angering Enjolras, about accidentally giving away the revolution, about being arrested, and to share that life with Michelle… The prospect filled his mind with a calm, permeating happiness he had not know for years. But still…..
“I can’t,” Courfeyrac whispered. “I can’t leave everyone behind like that…”
“I know… But it’s a nice thought” she smiled “what if your friends never warm up to me?” He frowned
She curled up in his lap, letting him pull her close. Kissing his jaw and neck. “Je t’aime Courfeyrac, je t’aime.” She looked him in the eye saying that back to him. She wanted him to know she really meant it
Courfeyrac shivered lightly. No matter how many times she repeated them, Michelle’s words still sent powerful waves of joy flying through him. And the look in her eyes…. He could do nothing but hold her tight, kissing her repeatedly as he whispered sweet nonsense into her ears.
She kept kissing him, his face, his neck, his chest. For some reason even though they just met, she knew he was different. “Your wonderful mon amour.”
Courfeyrac laughed breathlessly. “Less so than you, mon ange! So beautiful, so sweet, so funny, so courageous, so lovely, so amazing…. I am lucky beyond words. Bless the storm that brought you to me!”
“Bless that storm indeed.” She smiled happily curling up in his arms. She never wanted to leave
Courfeyrac held Michelle, wanting nothing more than to stay there with her scent surrounding him, her warmth close to him, her heartbeat in time with his own. He burrowed his face into her hair, kissing her cheek every so often. He was content, he was happy.
“Let’s run away together.” she grinned “We could have a family, one day that is.” nuzzling his throat, kissing him softly on the lips
They lust. They get angry. They love.
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She curled up in his lap, letting him pull her close. Kissing his jaw and neck. “Je t’aime Courfeyrac, je t’aime.” She looked him in the eye saying that back to him. She wanted him to know she really meant it
Courfeyrac shivered lightly. No matter how many times she repeated them, Michelle’s words still sent powerful waves of joy flying through him. And the look in her eyes…. He could do nothing but hold her tight, kissing her repeatedly as he whispered sweet nonsense into her ears.
She kept kissing him, his face, his neck, his chest. For some reason even though they just met, she knew he was different. “Your wonderful mon amour.”
Courfeyrac laughed breathlessly. “Less so than you, mon ange! So beautiful, so sweet, so funny, so courageous, so lovely, so amazing…. I am lucky beyond words. Bless the storm that brought you to me!”
“Bless that storm indeed.” She smiled happily curling up in his arms. She never wanted to leave
(Source: huntersmythe, via enjolrasthechief)
She moved slightly then spoke again “love you, Courf.. So handsome. My prince.” Her words a little jumbled and not forming real sentences
Courfeyrac felt his breath catch in his throat. His hands momentarily faltered in their path along her face and through her hair. He closed his eyes as his heart pounded, and an inexpressible happiness settle over him.
“Je t’aime aussi, mon chere,” he murmured softly in Michelle’s ear, kissing it gently. “Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”
She woke up just in time to hear him say the last of his sentence. Yawning she looked at him slightly confused, “Did you say something handsome?”
Courfeyrac gasped lightly when he realized Michelle had woken up. He spent a moment suspended in agonizing uncertainty: did he dare tell her? Finally, he took a deep breath, kissed her once, and whispered in her ear. “Je t’aime, ma chère.”
It took her a moment to register what he had just said. She grinned and looked up at him kissing him back “I love you too.”
The relief that washed over Courfeyrac was sweet and overwhelming. Hearing her murmur the words in her sleep, and having her speak them to him wide awake were two very different sensations. He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her hair as he breathed in her scent. “Oh, Michelle… Je t’aime.”
She curled up in his lap, letting him pull her close. Kissing his jaw and neck. “Je t’aime Courfeyrac, je t’aime.” She looked him in the eye saying that back to him. She wanted him to know she really meant it
Courfeyrac shivered lightly. No matter how many times she repeated them, Michelle’s words still sent powerful waves of joy flying through him. And the look in her eyes…. He could do nothing but hold her tight, kissing her repeatedly as he whispered sweet nonsense into her ears.
She kept kissing him, his face, his neck, his chest. For some reason even though they just met, she knew he was different. “Your wonderful mon amour.”
She moved slightly then spoke again “love you, Courf.. So handsome. My prince.” Her words a little jumbled and not forming real sentences
Courfeyrac felt his breath catch in his throat. His hands momentarily faltered in their path along her face and through her hair. He closed his eyes as his heart pounded, and an inexpressible happiness settle over him.
“Je t’aime aussi, mon chere,” he murmured softly in Michelle’s ear, kissing it gently. “Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”
She woke up just in time to hear him say the last of his sentence. Yawning she looked at him slightly confused, “Did you say something handsome?”
Courfeyrac gasped lightly when he realized Michelle had woken up. He spent a moment suspended in agonizing uncertainty: did he dare tell her? Finally, he took a deep breath, kissed her once, and whispered in her ear. “Je t’aime, ma chère.”
It took her a moment to register what he had just said. She grinned and looked up at him kissing him back “I love you too.”
The relief that washed over Courfeyrac was sweet and overwhelming. Hearing her murmur the words in her sleep, and having her speak them to him wide awake were two very different sensations. He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her hair as he breathed in her scent. “Oh, Michelle… Je t’aime.”
She curled up in his lap, letting him pull her close. Kissing his jaw and neck. “Je t’aime Courfeyrac, je t’aime.” She looked him in the eye saying that back to him. She wanted him to know she really meant it
