[Les Miserables] Winter Breaths
Title: Winter Breaths
Author:
bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras/Grantaire
Word Count: 169
Summary: It was winter, and Grantaire has an opportunity he never had before.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: E/R, their first kiss.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
---
“May I?”
Grantaire gently held Enjolras’s face with both hands, their faces so close their warm breaths mingled against the cold of winter. Enjolras’s face did not betray emotion, which only made Grantaire’s heart beat faster against his chest, but not as much as when he slowly nodded once.
Grantaire did not bother to fight the grin that spread on his face, but it slowly faded the closer his lips came to Enjolras’s. He wanted to savor this moment, for it may be the only one he’d ever receive.
As their lips lightly brushed, Grantaire let his eyes flutter shut. He lingered, taking note of every last detail and emotion: how he felt, how Enjolras felt, the warmth of this moment, everything.
But as he pulled away, he felt Enjolras lean in closer, his lips moving in reciprocation and his arms wrapping around Grantaire’s waist.
Grantaire wanted to die, for he would die happy.
Instead, he held Enjolras against himself tightly, and they did not let go until morning.
Author:
bearitRating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Enjolras/Grantaire
Word Count: 169
Summary: It was winter, and Grantaire has an opportunity he never had before.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: E/R, their first kiss.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
---
“May I?”
Grantaire gently held Enjolras’s face with both hands, their faces so close their warm breaths mingled against the cold of winter. Enjolras’s face did not betray emotion, which only made Grantaire’s heart beat faster against his chest, but not as much as when he slowly nodded once.
Grantaire did not bother to fight the grin that spread on his face, but it slowly faded the closer his lips came to Enjolras’s. He wanted to savor this moment, for it may be the only one he’d ever receive.
As their lips lightly brushed, Grantaire let his eyes flutter shut. He lingered, taking note of every last detail and emotion: how he felt, how Enjolras felt, the warmth of this moment, everything.
But as he pulled away, he felt Enjolras lean in closer, his lips moving in reciprocation and his arms wrapping around Grantaire’s waist.
Grantaire wanted to die, for he would die happy.
Instead, he held Enjolras against himself tightly, and they did not let go until morning.