"Hey honey!" Grantaire's voice came from the kitchen as Enjolras dropped his keys into the bowl beside the door. He pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it on the couch as he walked past on his way into the kitchen.
Once he arrived, he found his husband Grantaire shuffling pans and bowls around on the stove, unaware Enjolras was in the room.
Grinning, Enjolras crossed the room quickly and quietly and wrapped his arms around Grantaire.
"Evening, R."
"Oh," Grantaire murmured, turning in Enjolras's arms and quickly pecking him on the lips.
"In such a hurry," Enjolras sighed, pulling Grantaire back in for another kiss. This one was much longer.
"R," Enjolras moaned when Grantaire broke the kiss, "where ya going?"
Grantaire rolled his eyes. "Our dinner is going to burn."
"Oh."
Grantaire turned back around, Enjolras's arms still around him, and pulled a pot off the stove.
"How was work today?" Grantaire asked, moving about as best he could with Enjolras's chin now resting on his shoulder.
"Uhhhh," Enjolras moaned, and Grantaire laughed.
"Not great?"
"Just long."
Grantaire flipped off the stove and poured a pot of noodles into a bowl. He turned back around, his face just inches from Enjolras's.
He kissed his husband again, and soon the food was forgotten.
Grantaire quickly untied Enjolras's tie and let it fall to the floor - and then the ringing of a cell phone killed the mood.
"Damn it," Enjolras mumbled, his lips against Grantaire's throat.
"Just leave it, babe," Grantaire whispered in a raspy voice. "Whoever it is can wait."
"That's the ringtone for my boss. Five minutes. I promise." Enjolras stepped back and then smirked. "Then we can get back to..."
Grantaire just laughed as Enjolras dashed into the living room to grab his phone.
"Hello?" He answered after taking a deep breath.
"Hi, Enjolras," Mr. Valjean's voice came from the other end.
"Evening, Mr. Valjean."
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."
"Oh. No. My husband and I were just about to sit down to dinner."
"Ah, yes, how's Grantaire?"
"Great."
"Sorry, I'll keep it short. We had a new case come up and I want you on it."
Enjolras was a lawyer. He hadn't been out of school long - he'd been working at the firm for an even shorter time.
"Er- really? Wow. Thank you, sir. What- what is the case?"
"We'd like for you to be in at eight instead of nine in the morning for a briefing."
"Uh- okay. Alright. Thank you!"
Enjolras could hear Valjean smiling as he replied. "No problem, son. I'll see you in the morning."
"Yessir. Bye."
"Goodbye Enjolras."
He pulled the phone from his face, tapped the screen, and dropped it back on the couch.
"Baby?" Grantaire asked, walking over to Enjolras. "Everything okay?"
Enjolras slipped his hands around Grantaire's waist and smiled. "I'm working an actual case."
Grantaire gasped. "You are? Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you! Wine and dine to celebrate?"
Enjolras smiled. "Should you really be drinking?"
Grantaire looked down and mumbled, "No."
Enjolras laughed and shook his head as they slowly walked back into the kitchen.
"So, what did you fix for dinner tonight? We can eat and then... Where were we before my phone rang?"