You sit at a table in Café Musain, impatiently waiting for your significant other to meet you there for lunch. Your foot taps against the floor and your nails tap against your glass of wine repeatedly. He was late, again.
Suddenly the doors burst open and there shines your knight in shining armour, out of breath and hair messy. He is greeted by the men and women of the café as he walks towards you. Your eyes are fixed on the glass of red wine, not bothering to look up at Courfeyrac. He sits down in front of you and leans back in his chair.
"You're late." My nail and foot tapping continuing. "I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up at the bar with R. He was dancing on the table in a dress, so I had to stay and watch." He says stifling a laugh. You are still upset and continue to watch your wine as if a person were to pop out of it. He frowns.
"I got you these." He smiles and pulls destroyed flowers from his pocket. His smile falls as he quietly says, "oh damn." He looks up at you hopefully, but still haven't looked at him.
"You need to stop being late. This relationship isn't going to just mold your messed up schedule into it, alright? This is the fifth time that you have been late and I am tired of just letting it go and making you excuses as to why you couldn't be here on time. I'm so sick of it." You say slamming your hand on the table at the last sentence.
"Y/n, god I am so sorry." He runs his hands through his hair. "Tomorrow we will have lunch again and I will be early." You scoff.
"Yes, and I will be here in trousers doing acrobatic tricks on the table as we eat!" You say sarcastically.
"I promise y/n." He says seriously. You roll your eyes and take a sip of your wine.
"Y/n, I know your still mad at me so will a kiss make you feel better?" Courfeyrac's kisses were the best, whether it be from practice or some kind of technique he was an amazing kisser, so how could I refuse?
"That could work." You say shrugging and holding back a smirk. He smirks and takes you to the alley between the café and another building by the hand. He places his hands on your cheeks and pushes you against the brick wall of the café. His lips soon crash onto yours and it feels like heaven. Your hands tangle in his hair and one of his hands moves to your hip. The one make up kiss turns into a full make out session.
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It falls dark and an even more messy haired Courfeyrac steps into the meeting room, incredibly late.
"You're late." Enjolras says.
Courfeyrac just smiles like an idiot with his half buttoned vest and shirt.