femmejolras:

i want enjolras curling himself around grantaire as they sleep and burying his face in the soft sleep-warm crook of grantaire’s neck

i want him in one of grantaire’s old nirvana t-shirts with his hair falling out of last night’s bun as he makes coffee and mostly burns toast

i want him arguing with grantaire over breakfast until grantaire gets distracted by the smear of jam next to his mouth and leans over to wipe it off

i want long slow kisses that taste like black coffee and superficial raspberries and grantaire’s fingers brushing the curve of enjolras’s jaw and enjolras smiling against his mouth and their foreheads pressed together when they break apart to breathe

please