I know it has been a gazillion years and im terribly sorry, so have something a little steamier as a present :) I love you all! x

Javert exhaled heavily and composed himself. He turned to the side and averted his eyes.
"Get out of bed, put your bloody clothes on, and leave my bedroom!" He thundered. The naked girl dragged her gaze over the Inspector. If she had been a lesser woman, or had a little more to loose, or had less confidence; she may have complied. Instead she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.
"No." Javert felt his eyebrows fly towards his hairline at her sheer audacity.
"What do you mean, no?" He spat. She arched a slender brow and fixed her gaze directly below the Police man's belt.
"I mean, no." Inspector Javert snarled loudly and left his room, slamming the door behind him.
Bloody girl! It was improper for a maiden to be in a gentleman's house unaccompanied, never mind in his bed expecting him to… Javert glanced down at his trousers. Perhaps it would be best if he did not dwell on what she was expecting. He clomped down the hall and threw open the door to his spare room. Inside was cold and empty and dark. It was unwelcoming and he did not care for it. The hour was late and Javert cold not find the energy within him to kindle a fire. He toed off his heavy boots and pulled at his clothes, leaving everything in a pile at his bare feet, before clambering into bed. It was smaller than his, and so chilled that he was forced to huddle down, and pull the sheets right up to his chin.

He emptied his mind and closed his heavy eyes, the weight of the day slipping away. The pillow was soft beneath his head and the sheets, despite their chill, caressed his weary skin. Javert strayed into dream and felt peace settle over him at last. He lay facing the door, listening to his own breathing, allowing himself to relax at last. She came to him in his slumber, he sat up with tireless eyes and gazed at her approaching figure. A white sheet was draped around her and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. She came toward him and hesitated. Javert did not dream often, and when he did, it was nothing like this. He opened his mouth to speak and she pressed hers against his. He could taste her in his mouth and feel her pressed against him. His fingers were in her golden hair and he marvelled at the softness.
"This is but a dream." He murmured. She smiled softly down at him.
"It is a good dream." She ran a finger over his lips. She lowered her head to his and held his face in her hands. He pulled her closer to him with strong hands. She pulled at the sheet so she could straddle his muscular thighs. As his tongue invaded her mouth she could not stop the low moan escape her throat. He trailed kisses along her jaw line, nipping and sucking at her sweet neck, enjoying the taste of her tender skin. She instinctively ground her hips against his and he nearly drew blood in shock. She stroked the hair at the nape of his neck,
"I have never dreamed like this before." She whispered. He drove their hips together and started kissing her shoulder.
"Neither have I." He growled. He felt her freeze and her form turn rigid. He felt annoyance swell inside him. What was wrong with the foolish girl now? "What?" He demanded, still not relenting his ministrations.
"If I am dreaming, how can you be also?" She stammered. His grip on her hips grew tight and he pulled away to look her in the eye. Anger filled them and he opened his mouth to speak.
"You-" She pressed her small hand over his mouth and smiled down at him.
"Shh" she pleaded. She pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "We owe it to each other." She whispered softly. "Just tonight." The Inspector tried to resist but it was difficult, considering his obvious arousal betraying him. He growled.
"If you tell me you honestly do not want this" She took her hand away from his mouth. "I will not protest and will leave without resistance." Javert stared at her, as though seeing her for the first time.
He could not fathom why she wanted him. Why she would so easily lie with him. He knew she had most likely had relations with many young men. He had been with a fair number of women, although not for many years. He was feared now, people drew away from him, so why her? He had no answers, he knew only that he had a beautiful woman sat on his lap, and she was willing to lie with him. Instead of bearing the humiliation of answering he pulled her towards him and kissed her softly. He stood up and turned, lying her down so she was lying below him. She arched her back and kissed him fiercely. Javert reacted on instinct and his tongue once more gained access to her mouth. She nipped his bottom lip and his low gasp fuelled the fast growing fire in her stomach. She pulled away but before he could resist her small nimble hand went to his shirt, elegant fingers unbuttoning it. Her eyes widened as she parted the fabric and for the second time that night gazed at the Inspectors chest. Unconsciously she licked her lips, unsure and uncertain of what to do next. Javert took the lead and slipped the sheet from her bared shoulders, exposing her to him completely. His eyes never left her creamy skin as her dragged his rough hands over her skin. She trailed her little hands down his ribcage and made him shiver. He pulled her up to him and the spark ignited when skin met skin caused them both to gasp. He trailed kisses over her body, his tongue swirling over her collar bone, her breathing becoming heavier. She sought his trouser and began to pull at them. Ghosting them over his hips they lay together, without any clothes, the heat was immeasurable. His weight atop her was almost crushing yet it was comforting. She explored his body and he explored her mouth. He drew his calloused hands down her body and only when he began drawing lazy circles up her thighs did the kiss break. She gasped and drew him closer. Her mouth fell open as drew his fingers down her stomach and between her thighs. He groaned as he found her clearly ready for him. He dipped them inside her and she gasped, digging her finger nails into his skin.
"You're so…" He paused. "Nicolette…" He trailed off gruffly. She panted his name in way of question.
"Have you been with a man before?" He realised his assumptions may have been very wrong, and this was a terribly timed query.

Her flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she shook her head. Javert nearly groaned in dismay before catching himself, realising how that might look to her. He pulled away from her a moment. Gazing down at her in her euphoric beauty; her tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"If you are sure you want this," He murmured pausing a moment as she nodded. "It would be my honour." She rewarded him with a breathtaking smile and pulled him down on top of her, capturing him in a kiss.
"I am yours for the taking Monsieur." She whispered.