My body aches for you; Enjolras&Grantaire; closed
There was a protest in two weeks and Enjolras had thrown himself into preparations earlier and harder than usual. He needed to not think. He cursed every fibre of his being for noticing Grantaire’s disappearance from the meetings the last two days - and how he had been before that time. He hated his brain for knowing exactly why. And most of all, he despised the dull ache his body felt every second he didn’t go to the man.
Enjolras simply did not have the time to be bonded, or to have a mate, or to take a week out to deal with his omega’s heats every other month. He sighed and rested his head on his desk for a moment before getting up and getting coffee, intent on taking a break.