When Eponine came to, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling. There was a curtain pulled around her and a small table with a basin of water and a pitcher was next to her. No doubt, she was in a hospital, but she had no memory of how she arrived.
"Well Mademoiselle, it's good to see that you're concious."
Eponine looked up as an elderly woman pulled back the curtain. By the way she was dressed, Eponine assumed that she was a nurse.
"The physician had been worried when he saw how terribly bruised your head was. Why, if your fiancee hadn't found you-"
"Henri is here?" Eponine asked.
"Yes. He has been waiting for you to wake up."
The nurse drew back the curtain and called for Javert who soon came running to Eponine's side.
"Eponine." Javert sat on the bed and hugged Eponine, mindful of the injuries that she recieved. "You frightened me greatly. I thought that I had lost you."
"I'm all right as long as you are here." Eponine said quietly.
"It's all my doing. I shouldn't have let you left the house without an escort. I won't let it happen again. Whenever you must go into the city, I'll send one of my men with-"
"No! No Henri, please don't do that. It...It was only a thief that did this. I was caught off my guard, but if it were to happen again then I could defend myself."
"You cannot expect me to sit by and watch you be harmed."
Eponine looked up at Javert and touched his cheek. "Of course not. If you feel it necessary, then I can take a coach into the city, but please Henri...No escort."
Javert was unsure of why Eponine would not want an escort. He then thought about it and realized that it would likely take awhile before she came to trust anybody who she wasn't familiar with.
"Whatever you wish, darling."
Eponine smiled and kissed Javert. "Once I've recovered, we'll be married?"
"As soon as you are able."
The nurse, who had been standing by, cleared her throat. "Monsieur Javert, I believe that the Mademoiselle will recover with some rest."
Javert nodded in agreement and gave Eponine a final kiss. "I love you."
"I love you to." Eponine whispered.
Javert stood and left the room while Eponine settled back against the pillows. The nurse began to busy herself, but also seemed to be studying Eponine.
"Mademoiselle, it's not my place to say such things, but why had you not been honest with Monsieur Javert?"
"What do you mean, Madame? I had told him that I was robbed and beaten."
"Yes, but you also suffered some bleeding where...Well, there should not be bleeding. The physician said that someone forced themself on you."
Eponine looked down. "Yes, it's true. Two police inspectors found me and made advances as they beat me."
"Why not tell him, Mademoiselle? He can help dismiss them and give you the comfort that you'll need."
"I cannot tell him. I cannot lose him. Our relationship is a good and loving one, but it's developed so quickly. He will lose all trust in me if I tell him that two of his men had their way with me. He will not believe me, or worse...He will blame me."
So, Eponine chose to keep her secret and three weeks later she had made a full recovery. She and Javert were married at Notre Dame and then set off on their honeymoon on the island, Nushant. They rented a beautiful cottage by the ocean, where it was secluded and the only sounds were that of the crashing waves and seagulls cries.
The moment that the newly married couple found their room, they wasted no time in putting good use to the large bed. It started slowly, with nothing but kisses on lips and the neck. Then, with the stripping of each other's clothes and erections from both newlyweds. After that, there was no stopping them. No hesitation.
At the end, they were both soaking in their prespiration and hardly able to catch their breath. Still, they both couldn't have been happier. It had been their first time as husband and wife.
"Henri?" Eponine rested her head against Javert's bare chest. "It may sound silly, but I wish that we could never leave this moment."
"Why is that silly? I assure you, cheri, that the feeling is mutal."