The next morning found Valjean relaxing in his bed with his mate curled up on his chest like an overgrown cat. The daily sounds of life permeated the air around them, but it was just a soft note of noise in the background.
After they had left that place, the two men had hurried straight back home again. Cosette was safe with the police for a night, Javert had assured him with wide, trusting eyes; eyes that only Valjean ever saw. He knew their daughter would be safe though because Javert was actually well-respected and well-liked; even if he refused to hear it.
The couple had gone home and to bed, not for anything more than sleep though; with the stress and the overwhelming lust gone from his mind, Valjean had desperately needed some decent rest. They had slept through the evening, through the night and well into the morning. If Javert's heat had worn off, he would be most irritated by this waste of time.
Valjean was enjoying the indulgence though. He liked running his hands over the skin of his omega, damaged though it currently was. It was temporary though; he would keep his mate safe and keep him clean. Javert would be safe from further pain and any ill humours trying to enter his body; his alpha would make sure of it.
His lover would be safe with the help of his alpha and their daughter. Cosette would benefit from understanding how to take care of others.
When Javert finally began to stir, Valjean rolled them both over and began to explore his mouth. The lips were a little dry, but the taste was as exquisite as ever. Javert mewled lightly and pliantly allowed himself to be positioned. He was clearly still in heat; the smell was filling Valjean's senses again.
"Jean..." Breathed his love. The older man ground his hips down slowly, his morning wood taking on the stiffness it always gained with Javert's participation.
The two lovers lay together for some time, kissing and rocking into each other. The desire was ever building, but Valjean was determined to take it at his own pace. He was currently glad of the silence that his omega took up during heats; the babbling mess he became outside of them would only serve to spur Valjean on. This was not going to be rushed.
As they spent time kissing, their tongues rubbing up against the other's in a sensuous manner and the dribble sliding unchecked down Javert's chin, Valjean allowed a hand to dip. He rested his weight on his omega, trusting that the other would be able to bear it and he ran his fingers down to the cure of his buttocks.
Javert's rear end was a thing of beauty. It was pale; it was muscular. He flipped Javert over for a better look. His backside was bruised, it was true. However, it was clear his lover's excitement was taking those pain barriers away.
The act itself was different this time. There was a deeper connection than there ever had been before. It would have been surprising if Valjean had not been so distracted; he had always thought they were as close as it was possible for two people to be.
It was giggling that woke Valjean this time. He was alone in bed, listening to the sound of high pitched laughter peeling through the house, a beautiful melody enriched by Javert's gentle chuckles.
Valjean sat up, smiling gently. His house had life in it; there was nothing better. He stumbled out of bed, his body still feeling heavy from the exertion of earlier on. How long had he slept? The sun had moved far in the sky, it was likely late afternoon.
As he moved downstairs, he listened as Cosette happily babbled about what she had done with Officer Moreau the previous night. Javert responded encouragingly whenever she paused for breath.
The alpha stood and watched his small family. This truly was perfect. How could he ever have wanted something different? He tried to cast his mind back to the anger and hatred he had felt towards the beautiful omega when they had been at Toulon. It was almost impossible to recall more than a glimmer; they were so far behind he could not distinguish them from a past dream or passing idea. Insubstantial. His love for the man was so true, so full, so complete that no other feeling could compare.
He walked over to the table, dropping a kiss on both of their heads. They would drop Cosette off at school then head to the doctors to get Javert some salve to help his injuries. Then he would cuddle with him and allow their bond to deepen further into them.
It would be a good day.
Javert grinned as he watched Cosette play in the streets. Valjean was sat on a bench chatting with an old couple while their daughter playing with a group of invisible friends. She was easier to get along with than he had expected. She was able to pick up on his different moods and react appropriately to them.
She knew when he was in a bad mood, and often made him a hot drink or just sat on his knee and cuddled him. She knew when he was in a good mood and could get away with trying to get him to play. Now she knew he was working; she could give him a cuddle, but she shouldn't distract him.
This intuition was brilliant. He appreciated it greatly because he did not need to nag at her. He had only shouted at her once, when she had nearly ended up underneath a horse; her attention had not been on the track she was on in the midst of her game and he had panicked.
He had realised how young she was, still a small child; still under his protection. She had an innocence about her and this was what had drawn Valjean to her. It was what had drawn Javert to her eventually too.
He kept his eyes scanning the area, even as he wandered over to his mate. He had found out this morning that he was being forced to take some time off; something to do with the example he was setting for the younger officers.
Regardless, Javert watched as a young woman flirted openly with a handsome young bachelor, he saw as an old alpha led a small, freckled omega child with him through the streets... he watched the small boy stop following the old man and stop to stare at Cosette.
"Marius! Keep up."
The boy stared wide eyed at Javert's child for several moments more before he turned away. "Coming, Grandfather."
"Javert." Two strong arms embraced him from behind and Javert refrained from rolling his eyes. He had told Valjean what he thought of such obvious affection when he was working. "How are you?"
"Fine. I thought I would inform you that starting on Monday, I am taking a two week absence from the constabulary."
"Really? How wonderful. But... why?"
"I have been informed that I ought to."
"I thought you were the chief of police here."
"I received a letter from Paris."
"Do not look so sour over it. Perhaps we can go somewhere."
Javert sighed and nodded his head. They could maybe travel to the coast. Cosette had probably not been there before; he doubted the Thénardiers had been the sort to take their slave girl away to nice places.
He could get in some swimming as well. His trousers had recently started to tighten on his waist; Valjean would be pleased that he was no longer stressed, but stress had been keeping his weight down, apparently. The injuries he had gained two months ago had cleared up. He would have several scars on his back from the incident but it would be nothing troublesome. Valjean and Cosette had made a lot of fuss over his cuts and bruises, they had been concerned that they may slow him down. The two had, in fact, outright refused to let him return to work straight away, which had been most unfair. He had told them so. Neither one of them had paid much attention to the complaint. Oddly enough, it had made Javert feel quite loved.
He hummed softly as he noticed that boy had turned away from his Grandfather again. Javert headed over to his blonde child and pulled her into his arms, walking out of the sight of the other child.
Valjean was happy. He was planning a trip to the coast, to a little village that was smaller than his. He was looking forward to breathing in the salty air, to helping Cosette collect seashells, to relaxing with his omega as they spent a well-earned holiday away from the busy muddle of their everyday life.
He would have to make sure there was a well nearby where they would be staying, Javert had been drinking a lot of water recently; he had a queasiness about him occasionally that made Valjean wonder if his lover was coming down with something. He sincerely hoped not; the man was impossible to deal with when he felt under the weather in any way.
A glance at his pocket watch told him he would have to wrap up his daydreaming soon though, he would have to go and collect Cosette from school. He would have to check they had enough suitable clothing for everyone before they did go away. All three of them would need bathing suits for a start. He imagined his omega swimming naked in the sea, those pale limbs moving in a beautifully co-ordinated manner.
He was pleased they had a good life together. Hopefully they could live in Montreuil sur Mer from some time without causing any great scandals that would interfere with their life. Valjean hoped there would be no major incidents that would call him to court. He would be expected to present his non-existent papers...
It was pointless imagining possible demises for them. He had a wonderful life with his mate and his little girl, even if his mate had been somewhat grumpy recently. Valjean was most curious as to the reason for this. He knew it was not Cosette; Javert had finally bonded with her, forming an attachment to the child that caused him to sometimes be over protective.
Nevertheless, it would hopefully be nothing important. Just a mild illness that would blow over without getting any worse. It was all part of life really.
Jean Valjean smiled as he stood up, heading out the office to go get his spectacular daughter, Cosette. They would head to the market and collect some food, which he would make into a delicious meal for his family. Once they had put Cosette to bed, he would take Javert to bed and fuck him slowly through the night. Life would continue as God deemed necessary, and He finally seemed to be smiling down on them.