I don't own Eponine or Inspector Javert (if I did I would surely ravish him), they belong to Victor Hugo.
It all starts with a song.
Inspector Javert, as per usual, had stayed late at night in his office filling forms and studying cases. He usually heard his subordinates whispering about him, and no, the answer is no, he has no better thing to do, he has nothing waiting for him at home, he lives for his job, and he is proud of that.
But this nigh was different. They had caught a slum girl and it turned to be no other than Eponine Thenardier, the eldest daughter of the Thenardiers, surely she has information about the Patron-Minette.
He is already walking to her cell when he hears her sing. She is not beautiful, Javert has seen her before, her face is dirty and her clothes are ragged, she is skinny and the boy clothes doesn't help, but her voice, her voice is very beautiful and it's filled with loneliness and melancholy, much like his own. She sings of heartbreak and lost love and it stirs and odd feeling in him.
He keeps going alongside the dark corridor until he is facing the rusty iron bars, on the other side the girl is sitting on the cot, resting her head on her knees, and when she looks up and their eyes meet he clenches his teeth. He takes the key from his belt, her eyes never leaving him, and the door opens with a creak. He extends his hairy hand towards her, but she stands with a pride she could only have learnt of her father.
"Mademoiselles first" he says in his deep voice, standing aside.
She hesitates, his voice makes her tremble, but not with fear. He links his hands behind his back and walks her to his office.
He locks the door behind him and turns to look at the girl. Eponine is impressed, the room is almost bigger than her house, how big must be his home. The office is filled with books she can't read and papers she can't write, she takes the quill with curiosity until he clears his throat soundly, making her drop the quill, staining the wooden table.
She turns to look at his grey and cold eyes, the one she was taught to fear, but she sees something more, something that reminds her of herself. She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket.
"I-I don't know an-anything, Mo-monsieur, I swear. My father never tells me anyth-"
He can't take it anymore, in two long strides he is in front of her, she is frightened, she doesn't know what he is planning to do, he hesitates, God forgive me, before leaning forward and press his lips to hers.
It had been so long ago the last time he had done this, but he had to admit it felt good, her warm lips moving against his, moving against mine, he was kissing him back!
Eponine had thought that if any other man kissed her she would surely think of Marius in his place, but that wasn't exactly what her mind was imagining. She thought of Marius and Cosette entering the room suddenly and finding them like this, she thought of the Inspector turning to glare at the boy while saying in his deep voice 'Didn't anyone taught you to knock before entering', she thought of Marius stuttering and Cosette blushing. Her arms go around the Inspector's neck as she deepens the kiss.
They part gasping for breath and he immediately turns away to look outside the window.
"You may go"
"Thank you, Monsieur Inspector" he looks at her briefly and she smiles looking at the floor.
She walks out of the room and he sighs. He hopes, he doesn't know what for.
I always thought Javert would have hairy hands :)
R&R