He kissed her, gentle and slow, holding her close. There was nothing urgent about it, which made it even better. He wasn't aware of sounds coming from the living room at first.
Courfeyrac was looking for Combeferre, to see if he had remembered to eat. He had checked the kitchen - where Enjolras and Grantaire were getting food started - and so assumed he was here. But the living room was empty.
"Combeferre?" he called. He moved over to the door, knocking. "Combeferre, are you here?"
Combeferre broke the kiss, closing his eyes before he called out. "Yes, I am. Don't come in."
He dropped his voice to a low murmur. "I apologise. Courfeyrac's joy on our behalf may be... overwhelming."