Tsura looked at Javert tenderly. "You had me worried," she said softly. He rose to a sitting position, leaning in close to her. Even when sitting, realized Tsura, he was still taller than her. He inched closer, pulling his legs under him.
"Sir?" began Tsura, but she was cut off by the Inspector's lips pressing against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise, and quickly she felt her body weaken. Javert brought his arm around her back and pulled her to him, simultaneously moving himself around so he was more comfortable. Tsura grabbed on to his loose shirt and pulled him in after he managed to stop the kiss to take a breath. She moaned into his mouth when his hands roamed over her back and sides. She put both hands at the nape of his neck and undid his ponytail, running her hands through his soft hair. He took the advantage of her parted lips and slipped in tongue with a soft moan, pressing his lips and body more roughly against hers.
Tsura glided her hands to his shoulders, and forced him from her. Her face was deep red, and she was panting. She could barely look at him. Her hands were covered by his on his lap. "We shouldn't… I mean… I'm your subordinate…" Her cheeks flared.
"Did you not like it?"
"I…" Tsura couldn't look at his face, so she did not see what his expression was. "I liked it," she murmured quietly, "a… a lot."
"Then," replied Javert huskily, moving his body over hers, causing her to have to prop herself up by her hands, "let us continue." His eyes were half-open, filled with lust. Just staring into them caused Tsura's body to become uncomfortably warm. He splayed a large hand over the small of her back and pressed her body against his, groaning as their lips made contact. "Javert…" murmured Tsura, hastily complying with his eager tongue. They were like that for what seemed like an eternity, though Tsura did not mind. Then he began kissing and sucking her neck and throat, making pleasant humming sounds as he greedily kissed the sensitive area between neck and shoulder, making Tsura utter a choked sound of surprise, followed by a gentle sigh as she closed her eyes.
Javert pulled away from her, breathing hard. She looked at him, her eyes shimmering. "Sir," she said slowly, trying desperately to regain her senses, "w-why?" It was the only thought that clearly formed in her mind. She wanted to say so much, but she was feeling so overwhelmed she could barely breathe. Her superior looked at her carefully.
"Did you not say you loved me?" he asked, his voice low.
Tsura brought her hand up, caressing his neck. Javert's eyelids became heavy, and he sighed. She felt his sideburns with both hands, and brought her face near his. "I did say that; I have fallen in love with you, Javert." She shook her head. "But you didn't give me a reply."
"Consider this your reply," he answered, claiming the young woman's mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tenderly. Tsura's eyelids fluttered then closed. They parted once more, and Tsura gazed into his eyes. She gave him a few soft pecks, pressed her cheek against his, and then buried her face in the crook of his neck. He stroked her hair gently.
They stayed that way for a while, a long while. Finally Tsura pulled away, and they sat next to each other on the bed, shoulders touching. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
"I guess I was right when I said to myself that you are a man of actions, and not words," she said softly.
"You want words?" replied Javert. He said nothing else for a long while. Then, so very softly that she could barely hear him, he said, "I love you, Tsura." He twisted around, and delicately brought up her chin. He stared at her a few seconds, then kissed her lightly.
Tsura smiled at him when he pulled away. "I love you."