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He could feel her heart pounding in her chest beneath her thin shirt. It had been a long time since he had a woman pressed against him and felt the warmth of a woman's touch. Her smell, vanilla and sunshine, it was all around him. Her lips were like her, rough around the edges, but gentle and soft where it mattered.
She was smart. Smarter than most. But at that moment, with his mouth crushing hers and his hands all over her, she could not formulate a single thought apart from how good he felt. His hands raked over her thin frame, making her shiver, she pulled him closer.
Nicolette gasped heavily into his mouth and he bit back a moan. He felt the warmth grow in his groin. He thrust his hands into her hair and felt the tendrils tangle in his fingers. What was he doing? This was unexpected from a street ra-… Wait. What was he doing.
"Stop." He snarled, stepping away from her. He glared at her with such fury she almost felt intimidated. Almost.
"I will not be swayed so easily you little whore." His lip curled and he pointed his finger at her, "I will not be ensnared you, you little temptress!" He spat. She blinked in confusion. The sudden loss of his heat, his hands, his lips; came like a blow. Javert turned to stalk away.
Her mind suddenly became very clear. Her lips, still red, turned up into a snarl of their own. She snatched his lapels and dragged him towards her. Caught off guard the Inspector tripped towards her and found her mouth being pressed hungrily to his. His surprise rendered him unresponsive for a moment. He tried to pull away again. But she was holding him fast, with surprising strength, and emitted a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl. He cocked and eyebrow and allowed a rare smirk to pass his lips.
Sensing he was going to stop trying to escape from her, her hands slipped up into his hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled so he was forced to tip his head backwards. He did so without complaint, not that she really gave him a choice. She began trailing sweet kisses along his jaw and down his neck. As she gently sucked the tender skin of his neck he lost all coherent thought. A deep rumble started in his throat. His grip on her arms tightened. He could not hold back his moan this time. A fire ignited deep in her belly as he ground their hips together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. As their hips collided they both gasped at the contact.
The Inspector mumbled something incoherent. She pulled back and stared up at him.
"Pardon?" Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen, and in her eyes he saw want. He saw need. He saw burning desire and lust. He could not quite believe it was for him.
"We cannot. I will not allow this to go any further." There was that frown again. The crinkle in between her eyebrows. The stubborn set of her jaw. The fierce blaze in her eyes.
"Why?" She demanded.
"It is not right for a woman to lie with a man until she is wedded." Javert sighed and looked at the ceiling, wishing his body would comply with his brain.
She gazed at him with her mouth parted and her hair mussed.
"No one has, I mean, I didn't think anyone, but that is…" She trailed off lamely and dropped her eyes to her lap.
"No one has ever said anything so nice to me before." She said quietly. Javert himself scowled in surprise. He took her arm and pulled her gently from the table with that tenderness she was shocked by.
"I believe we should get some sleep. We have had far too much drink to make any sensible decisions." Nicolette nodded in agreement. She walked in front of him, winding her way up the staircase and along the hall. The Inspector could not help his gaze raking over her body. The gentle curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, her slim neck. The way her body just floated elegantly as she walked. She opened a door and he looked up, snapping hastily out of his thoughts. He smirked.
"Actually, I believe you will find that this is the master bedroom." She lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I know." Javert shifted uncomfortably.
"This is my bedroom."
"I know." The Inspectors patience wore thin and his temper spiked in seconds.
"If you think for a single moment that I am going to sleep in the guest room, and let you have my bed, you are very much mistaken." She turned away from him without a word, and in the darkness he saw her reach behind and pull at the ribbon attached to her skirt. She turned her head and watched him over her bare shoulder as the material slipped to the floor. The Inspector knew the proper thing to do was look away, but he could not. His stare remained fixed on her form as she stalked around the bed with the power of a beautiful young woman. She slipped beneath the white sheets with an elusive smile. Propping herself up on one arm, her hair sprawling over the pillow, he swore time itself stopped and he had a revelation. Nicolette Alliott, street rat and former inmate was a woman. An attractive, confident, young woman. An attractive, confident, naked young woman. And she was in his bed. And she was expecting him to join her.
"Separate rooms was not exactly what I had in mind." She drawled.
Inspector Javert exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. But still he could not vanquish the image of her gazing at him through the shadowy expanse of his bedroom. Her blue eyes piercing, and shining. He swallowed heavily and tipped his head back toward the ceiling. Perhaps he hadn't realised it when he first saw her in that rotting cell, but he realised it now. She was going to be his complete undoing.