My muse goes down on yours under a desk, during a meeting.
Combeferre was terribly bored at the meeting. That didn’t happen often, but this week, since the speaker was just Courfeyrac’s cousin giving a lecture on proper responses to police brutality, he decided that getting his boyfriend flustered was the most entertaining option. It wasn’t like they hadn’t suspected Courfeyrac of doing the same thing when they were leading the meetings. So he nonchalantly dropped his pen and smirked at Enjolras before crawling under the table, silently thanking whatever god there may be that there were long tablecloths in the Musain.