Heat

by ROGUEFURY

You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?

7. Chapter 7: Insecurities - Part 1

Warning: Adult situations, graphic depictions and salacious descriptions of sex, angst, toxic behavior, Dom/Sub play, and gratuitous smut. Dom!Javi, and Soft!Javi all in one, with a hint of PowerBottomQueen!Reader?

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Chapter 7: Insecurities – Part 1

You and Javi fall easily back into the gravitation of each other – the attraction incandescent and fueling a passion that neither of you work too hard to pick apart.

After that sensational night, you can't help pine when you remember how the next morning you'd woken to him combing his fingers through the length of your hair, cuddling you close. You'd been raw and unfiltered when you told him how you felt, and you did not doubt him when he confided to you the next morning how he was serious about you – that he wanted you without conditions. And when he'd insisted that you could ask of him – that you could put conditions on him, you had fluttered with yearning – with girlish glee at being wanted and told so irrefutably so, but had simply smiled and kissed him.

With all the political pressure at work, Javier was less in the field than in previous months, so your routine fell into a comfortable rhythm of orbiting around each other's schedules and keeping it completely quiet still. It'd been relatively easy these couple of weeks. You'd managed to duck out of the work happy hours, using the excuse that you had to work late on invoicing and order sheets, which was completely true. Sure, you'd meet Javi a few blocks away from the embassy's main gates and he'd drive you home, and yes – you would melt into him once you were through the front door and able to go at it like animals in heat. But, you made it a point to always show your work when Ellis would chortle the next day, and none of the other guys had joshed you about it.

Javier enjoyed it, and was not going to complain, even if he had to deal with the occasional prying question from Steve about ducking out and not wanting to carpool as much. He was respecting your wishes and had no plans to key his partner in on his extracurriculars. Being sidelined had its perks, and he was content in enjoying spending them with you whenever you both could make it work.

The only times you felt like things were wobbly were when you'd both skirt the topic of intentions. You'd wave his idle remarks or asides on whether you'd be cool with Steve knowing, if you think Ellis would approve of him off coolly – all prompts for him to coax you to caveating and conditioning things to him. He can't figure out why you haven't set the rules, or why he's so eager for you to be the one to dictate the terms of your relationship, but when he thinks about it, he boils it down to his only insecurity: That you're too good for him, and he doesn't deserve you.

You don't pick up his strategic luring as that, though. Instead, you replay how protective he's been with you – and how downright possessive he became that night after the happy hour. It makes you wonder if he just wants the finality of claiming you as his – making it known that no one else had a chance with you because you belonged to Javier Peña. Does it give you pause? Yes. Do you get a primal delight at the thought? Yes.

However, you weren't the one with the motives that could pivot on a whim, and you didn't feel the need to condition things to him because, well – if he wants to be with you, should you have to tell him not to fuck other women? Hell no. And you feel like you have no right to stipulate that anyway. You would never presume to tell him how to do his job, or that you know the true depth of it all – how dangerous and depraved the things he has to do truly are – what they would call him to do. You've seen it sit like a stone in him, how faraway his gaze can get when he's left to the brooding sadism of his thoughts. The idea that anything you'd condition of him would make that worse in him is too much for you to bear, so you don't intend to condition anything.

And anyway, the basics, you feel, are very well established from your side: Were you seeing anyone else? No. Did you want to see anyone else? No. And you felt that was more than enough, and were frankly always caught a bit disarmed when he would veer into seeking something more defined from you.

His molten gaze is acerbic now as he stares at you, waiting for you to quip something in retort to his latest attempt at goading an ultimatum from you.

"Are you asking me if I'm your girlfriend, Javi?" you're teasing in a lilt now, sitting across from him at the small table after you've finished breakfast at the coffee shop and your purposeful aloof answers had started to wind him up.

"Don't make me sound like a huevón for asking," he derides and crosses his arms, trying for flippant, but managing terse. "I just want you to admit it."

"Admit what?" you nudge your foot affectionately along his ankle underneath the table, smiling cheekily as you drawl, "That I like winding you up in public? You know I do—"

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," he huffs and is impulsively lighting a cigarette now, needing to occupy his fingers while you raise a brow at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

He'd been flirting you up with questions all morning, and most of them weren't anything with an agenda, but now that you kept brushing them off with soft smiles and playful jibes, he was finally roiling with that insecurity and unable to keep it bottled down.

Once he's taken a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled, he leans over the table and mutters, "You're embarrassed to be seen with me."

You literally stare at him in coy disbelief. "Javi – we're in the middle of my favorite place where you're on a fucking first-name basis with the owner," you wryly quip and take his hand before he can huffily retract it from the tabletop. "Instead of angling to get something out of me, why don't you just say what you're really thinking?" you press gently, squeezing your fingers around his.

Well, he can't help begrudge your point, so he laces his fingers in yours as he puts his cigarette out idly into his empty coffee cup. You take it as a chance to get lost in his handsome features, how the plaid shirt's collar is begging for you to tuck it away from being flopped unevenly, how his moustache flattens slightly when his lips tighten self-consciously.

"You're a lot of work."

You blink, a bit taken aback when you don't see that teasing twinkle in his dark-brewed eyes. Instead, they smolder with earnestness while his features become etched into that pensive expression he can get.

Just when Javier started internally kicking himself for saying that – Fucking stupid thing to say, what the fuck, man—!?, you floor him, blurting out before you register the thought, "Am I worth the effort?"

He's relieved to have not come off as a dick for saying that to you, and is savagely proud at your moxie – how you don't let him give you any crap. Javier has found it enigmatic how you can snap with a comeback without batting an eye. He's completely endeared, and finds himself humming as he trails his thumb along the back of your palm. "Yes," he states in that velvety purr of his before adding with a sly half-shrug, "I've never worked for anything harder—"

"Hah, I'm sure," you tease and squeeze his knuckles impishly. "You're just as much work too, you know—" you begin to goad, and at the quirk of his brow, you finish in a lilt, "So much I have to put up with."

"Like?" he prompts, eyes roving your bare shoulders, fixating on the barely-there shadow of the hickey he'd left on you weeks prior.

"Javi," you playfully admonish and straighten in your seat, raising an imperious eyebrow. "You really want to know?"

"I do," he grouses and gives you that maddeningly debonair stare of his. The one he knows makes you incapable of not pursing your plush lips at him in haughty amusement. "Go ahead. I can take it, cariño," he presses as he absently caresses his hand over yours, admiring how he can easily dwarf yours.

His prodding intrigues you, but should you, though? Would this be skirting that barrier you've been expertly avoiding broaching? Part of you is curious to find out what he'd say about your insecurities, so, with a cleansing inhale, you brush your hair behind your ear and glance openly across the table at him.

"You're the embassy slut, babe," you state sardonically and grin when he actually purses his lips and glowers. "I've yet to go a week without hearing about you flirting this one or that one up for something," you remark as offhandedly as you can, feeling his fingers tighten puckishly around yours as you muse, "How you leer at every woman that walks by—"

"Leered," he corrects a bit curtly and leans over to take your hand into both of his. "I haven't looked at any one else—"

You scoff derisively and shake your head at him. "Javi—"

"I'm not bullshitting you."

You glance up into his eyes, seeing how they're etched with insistence. When he squeezes your hand in his palms, you relent and give him a flirty look as you rest your other hand over his, feeling the tendons in the back of his hand flex. You sigh, musing, "Fine. I know I'm work. I…can't help be cautious." Glancing across at him, you decide you can relent, just a little. "I often wonder if you'll find some other solterita. One that doesn't involve so much…effort," you remark and find your gaze waning, not able to muster the daring with which you're confessing this to him. "I'm sure there are plenty of them up for the chance—"

"You're my solterita," he declares in a gravelly baritone, hand trailing up to clasp your elbow to pull you close so he can kiss you over the tabletop. "I don't want anyone else but you."

You feel heat collect at the apples of your cheeks at such a public display from him, and Javier loves it, seeing you get coy, so he gestures for the bill so he can usher you to his car and keep teasing you a bit. When you slide into the passenger seat, he snakes his hand down the small of your back and pulls you towards him, kissing you like he really wanted to in the coffee shop. You hum into his mouth, letting him swipe his tongue possessively into the cup of yours as he slips his other hand between your legs and hikes up your clenching thighs.

You gasp, "Fresco—!" and giggle before playfully pinching his sides. "Not here—"

"See? You're a hassle," he jokes and lets you swat at him while you scoff. "Don't wanna concede anything, but everything is on your terms," he laconically muses as he fishes his sunglasses out of his shirt's breast pocket and slides them on, trying for ruggedly flippant as he drawls, "Calling me the embassy slut…"

You laugh, melodious and wry, like he loves, as you shake your head and put your seatbelt on, sighing. As he drives back to your place, you take his hand from the gear stick and place it on your thigh, smirking when he squeezes it affectionately.

That went fine, and you're finding yourself intrigued by what he covertly complained about, so when he parks on your street, you turn in the seat and stare at him. "All right then, let's do something on your terms?" you proposition glibly and cross your arms, letting your lacy, camisole-styled top tighten around your bust.

He can't help get distracted by your cleavage before registering your offer. "Like?" he asks, giving you an intrigued glance as he takes his sunglasses off and plops them into the dash's cubby.

"Well, we're always on my side of town, at my stomping grounds…where would you want to go?" you inquire, batting your lashes. "And don't say anything naughty—"

"Hmph," he snickers and makes an 'oh well,' gesture. When you roll your eyes, he chuckles, "Ok, fine…what's something you'd want to do if I planned it and took you?"

Thinking about it, you smile and lean over to kiss him on the lips. "Dancing?"

His brows quirk minutely at that, and you start to second-guess your answer when he deadpans, "Dancing?"

"Well…yeah. Is that not allowed? You agentes de la DEA can't go to a dance club or something?" you chime in a quip.

"What about after dancing?" he rumbles and caresses his thumb along your cheekbone before pressing a ghost of a kiss along your lips. "Or before? Let me take you to dinner?"

You are really turned on by his teasing, and when the hand at your thigh presses his warm grip into your skin through the stretchy capris you're wearing, you have to concentrate on not melting and losing track of the convo. "Ok, I'd like that," you murmur and kiss him, feeling yourself start to tingle in your core. "You pick," you mumble between kisses, and he grunts, tongue twirling teasingly against yours. You're becoming pliable, getting lost in his mouth just when you finally notice he's got his hand halfway up your top, so you gasp and slap it down. "Beyako," you admonish in a hiss and smile when he huffs and leans back in his seat so he can adjust himself through his jeans.

"Upstairs. Now."

Your playful and pleased expression heats with desire when he gives you that look that goes with the velvet over steel pitch of his voice. The molten, searing heat in his eyes, the chiseled concentration of his expression that speaks loudly, 'I am so close to ravishing you right now,' and how it's all combined, aimed directly at you? It's instantaneous arousal. You're soaked as he flicks his hungry gaze over you and makes a big show of taking off his seatbelt and yanking the keys out of the ignition. Biting your bottom lip, you hurriedly get out of the car and sprint up to the entryway and across the courtyard, getting a head start.

This little game – which is totally ridiculous when you reflect on it when within your right state of mind – always gets you giddy and insanely excited, and had you not first stumbled upon it a week ago when you'd teased Javi so much in public? When you'd both been at the market and you'd deliberately grazed touches at his sides, across his forearms, and sultrily licked your lips at him while surrounded by the bustling foot traffic? You're sure it's just whimsy that really revs up the appeal of being chased by Javi, especially because it spoke volumes for what you ultimately wanted: To be coveted and sought for by the dashing DEA agent. It had taken Javier everything not to possessively retaliate – to pounce on you in public like his aroused need demanded. So, the moment he hit critical mass of arousal, he'd practically growled at you to get up to your apartment before he fucked you in the jeep, rapaciously brewing with wanton urge.

On a normal, non-carnally-charged day, or even with anyone else? You would've never deigned to entertain the baseness of it. But when Javi was surly with lust and marching after you with all the shopping bags like a man on a mission, you were melted clay – fluttering and eager to see what he'd do as soon as he got you alone after all your devious teasing.

Now, as you hear him slam the driver's side door in the distance, your pulse spikes and arousal floods you, making you clumsy with your house keys as you dig for them in your purse and feel your nipples already studding in anticipation. Your brain fills with lusted fog, and when you hear Javier's boots on the cement steps of your walkup, you feel heat crest up your back and settle in your buzzing core as you finally unlock the door and start to push it open when his hand just swoops around your waist.

You squeak an excited sound as he literally breezes you into his embrace and strides into the apartment before swiftly kicking the door closed behind you both.

Unlike the last time, though, you make it beyond the kitchen island and down the hall, but when your capris tangle your advancing steps to the bedroom, Javi hurriedly peels the intrusive garment away and lets you yank his plaid shirt open after you've hastily unbuttoned it and let him press you up against the wall. He shrugs rashly out of his shirt, and your flats go flying after you kick them off so you can use your bare feet to tug at the back of his jeans as you tear his belt loose and groan when his fingers pull at the waistband of your underwear while his mouth claims your shoulder.

When he spins you to face the wall, you're panties are discarded to the floor followed quickly by your top and bra just as you brace your hands against the cement and arch your hips back against his crotch, feeling his ragged breath against your warm back as he shoves his jeans down and hauls your hips against his rutting cock.

"Such a wicked little tease," he rumbles thickly as he lets his throbbing erection skim the soft curve of your ass before giving a possessive squeeze of his palms over the plump flesh and rutting his hard dick through the soaked oasis of your folds from behind. "Fucking atrevida—"

Javier plunges his cock into your dripping pussy from behind, and you whimper, making a ravenous sound when he presses up against you and fucks you with abandon, hands and arms engulfing you as you grapple for purchase against the cool wall.

"Mmm, Javi—!" you cry as he suddenly yanks your hips back so you have to brace your hands flat against the wall and bow your head as he slams back into you. Javier is drunk on the power of dominating you, reveling in watching how his cock plunges into you and how your glorious cunt takes him while you buck back against him and make salacious sounds from the exquisite effort.

Your knees shake with every thrust, your breasts sway from the pounding of his pace, and when he curls his fingers around your hip to trail down between your thighs so he can rub your pulsing clitoris, you moan in a pitch that always sears him with decadent pleasure. "Oh g-god—ah," you whimper as he hits that devastating nested bliss in you just as he circles delicious pressure over your throbbing bud.

"T-tell me w-what you want, baby," he groans in gruff rumbles against you, licking your warm skin from your sloping muscle before burying his face against the side of your neck after his hand swept your thick tresses aside and gathered the bounty in his grip, earning a chill of excitement to zing into your core.

"Nngth! F-Fuck me, oh-f-fuck me harder, Javi, p-please," you're stammering and mindlessly begging, hips undulating back against his, thighs burning as you shamelessly take his cock while breathing in a reedy whimper, "P-Please come inside me—s-so close—!"

The feral charge that ignites in Javier is primal and insatiable, leaving him scalding from the inside out as he fucks you hard, snapping his hips roughly against you as he pounds you back onto his throbbing, swelling cock and drags the pads of his fingers ruinously over your clit just as you start to come, mewling cries echoing in the hall as he keeps fucking you through your fierce orgasm. The sheer, savage pride of you coming apart so boisterously has him pivoting his hips into that angle he's addicted to – the one that has you dissolving into inarticulate sounds of pleasure just as your sheath grips him to the hilt and clamps beseechingly around him, milking him hungrily for his searing orgasm.

Javier can feel himself pump his hot cum deep inside you in this position, shuddering as he feels your walls clench and flutter unabashedly around his cock.

When you both come to, you realize you're literally propped against the wall, with Javi leaning heavily against you while you start to tremble. Unable to make it to the bed, Javier ceremoniously pulls you down to the floor with him, holding you in his arms as he splays his legs out and leans against the opposite wall like a man who just ran the most fantastic gauntlet of his life and his prize is balanced in his lap. You are a disheveled, ravished mess, covered in sweat, his cum, and left boneless in his arms while your pussy trickles with his seed and stains the tangled up front of his jeans.

Dimly, you realize your skin is starting to cool and feel Javi's fingertips trace warmth into the swells of your breasts while he kisses all the sweaty, exposed skin he can reach on you. Your jaw, the slope of your shoulder, the high point of your cheekbone – they all get a worshipful press of his lips, moustache tickling only when he nuzzles the shell of your ear.

"Holy fuck, querida," he mumbles in a sigh and squeezes his forearms affectionately around you. "Fuck…" he huffs, unable to articulate much else.

You exhaustedly smile, turning your head to brush a sloppy kiss against his cheek. "What…what is it with this hallway?"

Javier laughs, a spent, yet doting laugh that warms your blood and makes you soft in his arms.

Once you've showered and tossed his sullied clothes to the hamper with yours, you melt into your cool sheets and get lost in the feel of Javi massaging the tension from your thighs and lower back. His lips trace along the contours of your back every so often, and you smile, sighing sweetly. "That feels nice…" you murmur and relax. "I think this is your calling, babe."

He chuckles, pressing his thumbs into a knot between your shoulders and gently kneading it free of tension. "Once I'm done here, I'll give you a happy ending, señorita," he purrs, and you giggle, flailing your arm weakly back to playfully swat at him. "So…dancing."

"Mmm, dancing?" you murmur in a sigh, eyes fluttering to stay open when you stretch your arms forward and fold them so you can glance back at him.

"I'll pick you up Friday night. Dinner, dancing…and my place?" he poses casually, but the pitch of his tone speaks to his halting care with the proposition.

You're feeling too good and too filled with glee to hold fast to your stubborn resolution, let alone think and harp and fixate on how that is a lot of compromise you're giving up – especially on the his place part of it, considering what happened the last time he mentioned it.

"Sounds like a date," you exhale sultrily and curl sidelong so you can reach him for a kiss.

Javier smirks, kissing your lips and guiding you to lay on your back so he can kiss down your body and tease you a bit before you protest about needing to make something for dinner.

"Javi," you begin, arching sultrily and biting your lip when he slinks to the edge of the bed so he can get on his knees and bow between your thighs. His nose brushes along your mound, and you gasp. "Babe, I have to cook—"

"We'll order in," he murmurs against your hypersensitive flesh, and when he flicks the tip of his tongue along your clit, you inhale and arch. "Let me eat you out…"

The rough rumble of his voice has you lighting up with delight, and you let Javi give you one hell of a happy ending as you writhe on your bed and melt into ecstasy so soon after being disassembled with pleasure in the hallway.

You've not been in a better mood than when you're marching into work the next day, buzzing with wistfulness and glee as you look forward to Friday night. Javi is in just as good a mood as he avoids Steve's pointed remark: "Someone looks like he got laid."

"Some of us still get laid, Steve. I'm sorry to break it to you," Javier muses as he sits at his desk and busies himself with his coffee and the briefs left on his desk from Centra Spike.

Meanwhile, you're briefing your boss about the latest, and he compliments your efforts before saying: "I think Ellis has a surprise waiting for you at your desk."

When you waltz over after your meeting, you gasp at seeing the IBM box. "No way! We got 'em?!" you exclaim and high-five your partner in crime as he swivels in his chair and fist pumps like a dork.

"Yep! These are the first two of the requisitions. We might get another shipment next week," he smiles before announcing, "And guess who came through with a meeting with CIA?"

You gasp. "What?!"

"While you've been burning the midnight oil over the requisition forms and invoicing plans, I was schmoozing during happy hour. Lou came through and cajoled the guy to the bar Friday night. We're gonna present to him in a month once he's finished some interagency training thing," Ellis explains and reclines back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head and propping his feet up on his desk as he drawls, "Think you should make an appearance at one happy hour this week, girlie. Samson has been missing you—"

You press your lips together and wave his jibe off. "I'm going to be getting this baby loaded instead of getting loaded on drinks, thanks," you joke as you start to unbox your laptop. "I'm surprised you waited for me to unbox yours!"

"Oh c'mon, you can't go another week playing hooky with 'em," Ellis cajoles, smiling affably when you ignore him and start reading the laptop's manual. "And I figured we could setup together at the end of the day."

"Well, I want to get setup quick so we can tutorial plan—"

"There's no way you're gonna be busy every night this week, kid. You can take a pause and socialize without guilt, you know. Don't always have to be chained to work or a homebody—"

"You don't know my life like that, buster," you drawl sarcastically, not even batting a lash from what you're reading. "…Maybe next week, I'll drop by a happy hour. After all, if I can get this up and running with everything, we can streamline when the others come in," you remark and shoot him a lopsided smirk.

"Speaking of which, Centra Spike is doing some meetings all this week, so they had to move the tutorial to next week. We'll have time to demo the operation system's intranet hookup with DOJ – they're really keen on it. The downside is the time zone difference," Ellis remarks as he idly fiddles with the end of his tie. "We'd have to work late—"

"Okay, sure. Any specific day?" you ask and finally set the manual aside so you can set up the laptop while you chat.

"Wednesday night, so I'll let the guys know we're gonna be MIA, but maybe you can make it Friday?" he prods again, and now you swivel in your chair to glower at him. "I swear I'm not trying to play matchmaker—"

"Then quit it, man," you huff and give him a haughty stare. "I'm not interested," you muse firmly, contemplating adding that you already have plans Friday, but decide against it and instead muse, "I'm still annoyed that you foisted me on him like that last time—"

"Oh c'mon. I misread things. You both looked like you were having fun and wanted some alone time," he shrugs. "But if you're not interested, then I'll quit it."

You grunt and smirk, tossing the manual over to him. "Good. Now catch up, would yah?"

A few hours into your OS setup, your desk phone rings. You answer it briskly, giving your surname in a professional tone.

"Hey," Javier greets before continuing in Spanish, "I have something we're looking into, so we're gonna be working late here."

You snicker, knowing he's calling you from one of the outer hall phones down from the main bullpen on his floor, and likely has Steve hovering close by, hence the Spanish. "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow?" you muse and ask in Spanish, and Ellis inclines his ear in your peripheral, but feigns like he's not trying to overhear.

"Yeah. I'll call you tonight when I don't have this pain in the ass trying to eavesdrop—"

You giggle. "I know the feeling. Talk later," you smile when he says goodbye and hangs up.

"…One of the girls?"

You glance over at Ellis and raise your brows innocently. "Huh?"

Ellis leans back in his chair and gives you his 'Mr. Detective' look. "The girls you have lunch with, I mean? They've been calling you direct a lot lately," he inquires, eyes narrowing in that silly way of his, as if he thinks squinting will reveal your truth to him.

"You gotta learn Spanish, man. Poor Anita," you grouse humorously instead, deflecting from the topic.

Ellis forlornly sighs and lamely drawls, "It's too hard! I can only piece together random parts."

"Gringo," you snicker, and he scoffs, tossing a flimsy printout at you.

When you get home later that night, you turn on the TV to let the news drone on while you fix yourself a snack for dinner. As you nibble on your sandwich, you listen to the latest high profile kidnapping while you replay your to-do list for the next day. It's maybe an hour later when your phone rings. Of course, you snicker, because you have to rush down the hall half-naked after just getting out of the shower, still a little damp and hair pulled up in a messy bun.

"Hello?"

"Tell me you're wearing that sexy nighty," Javier's honeyed baritone purrs over the line, and you're instantly tantalized. "The one with that slit up the thigh—"

"Nope. I just got out of the shower, fresco," you murmur in a lilt, enjoying how he groans to himself, as if he's picturing you naked and dewy in the warm night air. "Shouldn't you be in bed? I assumed Steve's gonna have you up bright and early—" you quip and pause when he grumbles under his breath.

"This would be a hell of a lot easier if I could tell him, you know," he muses flippantly.

"Why is it we both have a gringo each who's intent on knowing all our business?" you joke, idly letting the towel loosen from your form so you can air dry.

"I don't know. It might be a conspiracy," he laconically mutters. "Or they just need to get laid already," he grunts jokingly.

With a hum, you quip, "Well I'll suggest it to Ellis, but only after he finishes setting up his laptop—"

"Oh no…so you got 'em," Javier dryly muses, and you snicker. "Guess that means you'll be typing like a fiend for days—"

You smile and chime, "Yep! And I'll teach you how to properly position your fingers—"

"…I know how to work my fingers just fine," Javi grumbles naughtily, and you bite your lips to stifle your giggle. "So…you're not wearing anything?"

"That's usually the case when I get out of the shower, Javi," you shoot aloofly and smile. "It's a warm night, so I think I'll just sleep naked—"

"C'mon…" he scoffs gruffly, as if you're truly torturing him with such information.

"What?" you chime, tone dripping with syrupy innocence – the kind that really riles him. "Just me, all alone, in my bed…feeling tingly and warm."

You can hear his repressed grunt as he covers the mouthpiece. It sounds like he's shuffling in bed, and you finally wonder if he really is in his pajamas, all tucked in, when he rumbles crisply, "You're such a tease."

"I have no idea what you mean," you sigh playfully. "Well, it sounds like you're all tucked in, chulito—"

"Ugh, c'mon, quit it with that," he sneers huffily and you can't help chuckle softly. "That is the un-fucking-sexiest thing you can call me—"

"Aw," you fawn and laugh when you hear him grumble, 'malcriada,' and more shuffling on his end before he bites back a soft sound. Blinking, your eyebrows furrow as you try and concentrate on making out the sounds. It's definitely brushing sheets, but there's something just beneath it you can't make out. "What are you doing?" you finally ask when you can't tell what you're hearing.

"…Nothing," he husks, and you don't know why the pitch of his voice has caused a chill to skitter down into your womb, but it has. And that's when you finally start to glean the telltale sound of skin rubbing skin muffled from his end of the line. "Just…thinking about you standing there, wet and naked in the hall…"

Your blush burns your cheeks. "Javier," you gasp, thighs clenching as your mind causes havoc by painting a filthy picture to go with the sounds and voice from his end of the call.

"Yes?" he grouses deliciously, and you have to bite your lip hard when you hear him hum in pleasure.

"You are in so much trouble when I see you, beyako!" you snap peevishly, frustrated and turned on. "Big trouble," you hiss when you hear him chuckle, gravel-pitched and smug.

"Fuck, sounds like it. What're you gonna do to me, bravita?" Javier purrs as he picks up the pace of his stroking, and you can't help picture him lying on his bed, sheets rumpled under his broad and toned body as he jerks off shamelessly.

You are at the point of feral frustration. "As if I'd tell you now," you snap, aroused. "I'm hanging up—"

"You don't wanna hear?"

Dammit. Dammit. DAMMIT. You absolutely do want to listen to him.

"How the hell do you get the gall to call me a tease?!" you snipe instead, literally feeling so hot and bothered that you're gonna need to take a cold shower to even manage a fitful night's sleep.

He only responds by humming low before grunting a sound that has you picturing him fisting his cock with desperate need. You suddenly wish you were there, watching him pleasure himself – watching him get off on just the thought of you.

"Oh-mmph, f-fuck," he grunts and you hear his palm picking up pace over the gruff sounds he's biting back now. "Wish I was there…"

Your core is strumming with arousal, clit throbbing as you listen to him murmur filth. Licking your lips, you decide that this is a two-way street.

Javier only realizes he can't hear your breathing anymore when it's replaced by a soft sound he can vaguely make out. "B-baby?" he stutters on a tense breath, and when you sigh and muffle a little mewl, Javier tenses, realizing what you're doing. "Oh fuck, c'mon—!"

"Mmm…what?" you lilt in a breathy whimper, and Javier feels his face burn with frustrated arousal.

"…You're touching your wet pussy, thinking of me?" he groans tersely, surly with base desire as he props the receiver against his shoulder and concentrates on stroking himself off while listening to you.

He hears you groan, and it sets pleasure to rut in his gut. "You are the tease here, atrevido. And you…you're in so much trouble when I see you tomorrow…so much. Maybe…maybe I won't even see you tomorrow—" you're purring, seductive and exacting. Javier can't believe how hot you sound, and how even in being threatened – albeit naughtily, he's getting off. "I'll j-just take care of myself, never let you touch me again—" you fluster haughtily, pitch getting reedy.

"Fuck," he growls. "Fuck…don't say that," Javier protests as he starts to jerk off with vigor, picturing you touching yourself over him – remembering how you were bent for him in the hall, naked and writhing, and when he feels his balls tighten and draw up, he husks roughly, "N-Need you so much, preciosa—!"

He hears you cry out and gasp, and it's all too much. He's coming hard and fast, stroking himself off through his orgasm and shivering at the sensation of his hot cum pumping over his scalding skin as he fixates on you mewling his name over and over. His brain buzzes with debauched static while you tremble against the cool cement at your back, feeling your knees quake as you sit on your discarded towel and flush in blissed shame at having gotten yourself off in such a way.

You both pant in shaky recovery on either side of the line, feeling sated but still buzzing with need for each other.

Miffed, you already begin to concoct your revenge, think of what you'll wear and how dolled up you'll get for a very routine day of meetings just to see the look on his face when you meet up. But first, you need to pick your melted bones up and scrounge your dignity up off the floor.

He hears you huff an exhale that sounds more like a seethe.

"…I am so annoyed with you."

Javier chuckles, the smug delight cresting his tired features as he lays a raunchy, filthy mess on his own bed. "I can't wait to get punished for it, querida," he murmurs, then, contently exhales, "If it makes you feel any better…I have to shower again too."

Pressing your knees together and curling your back against the wall, you facepalm and smile sheepishly. "You know I don't have a phone by my bed! This was wholly unfair—!"

"I'll make it up to you, baby," he purrs, and you melt, despite yourself. "Sweet dreams, querida."

"Goodnight, chulo," you purr and relish his dry grunt before giggling, "Pórtate bien."

Javier hangs up the phone, a stupid, doting smile quirking his exhausted features as he lies in bed and pictures you looking a sinful delight, naked and spent in frustrated release in your hallway.

He keeps thinking about it all morning, as he gets ready, wondering how devious you'll be with your retribution once you're both alone.

Steve is on one, and for once, Javi doesn't mind it one bit, especially when they're on the exact same page on tactics as they present their ideas for narco-surveillance with CIA. Getting the stubborn, facetious bastard to actually listen as they run the board and prod him on assets in the field is a nice change of pace, and after they convince him to use aerials to track cartel activity in the comunas, they have him intrigued enough to walk over and loop in Mil Group's office and rope Lou in too.

The meeting went so well that Javi is jonesing to get on the phone with Carrillo right away and make arrangements for DEA to tag along in an observational capacity to any organized traffic-ops onsite. As he and Steve shoot the shit amicably with Lou as they walk out to the main office bullpen, though, Javier can't help hear the chatter among the fellas, especially the dude – Samson, was it? – who seemed to carry favor with the colonel.

"Just lay off, guys—"

"We're just saying – it's been a while since she's come to happy hour, bud. You must've said something to blow it—"

"Quit hasslin' him, she's a tough cookie to crack—"

"Eh, he should just ask her out direct, stop being a pussy about it—"

"Damn, you all sound like fuckin' hens out here," Lou scathed sardonically before snickering, "But you should just take her out to lunch again, man. I doubt she'd agree to dinner—"

Steve scoffs as they make it out to the main hall and amusedly ruminates, "Literally worse than an old sewing circle."

Javi grunts, but is too busy stewing on the 'take her out to lunch again,' part. Again. Again? You hadn't mentioned having gone out to lunch with Samson, and now, regardless of his experience and rakish disposition, he was letting the idea needle him.

Shoving it away, Javier follows Steve back to their shared office and gets to work aligning surveillance resources, timelines, Centra Spike flight patterns –the whole works before they share the intel with CNP.

You and Ellis are just getting done with database setups and mapping of drives before penning in the login system you'll both need for tomorrow night's DOJ linkup when you glance up at the clock and realize you're gonna be late for your rendezvous pickup. Just as you stretch and start collecting your things, your phone rings. Answering it, you suppress a yawn and give your standard greeting.

"Hey," Javier muses, sounding cool and unruffled that you're late. "You still want me to come over?"

You glance over your shoulder when Ellis silently asks if you need a ride, and you shake your head and wave him off, mouthing for him to have a good night. Once he's walked out of eavesdropping range, you answer in Spanish, "You trying to avoid my wrath, eh? So much for being ready for your punishment…"

Javier hums, intrigued as he combs his fingers through his hair while parked at the curb at your pre-determined rendezvous spot. "So you'd kill me for saying I have some work I want to do before I get my comeuppance?" he poses charismatically, scoping his surroundings in the rear and side mirrors.

"Only if you're saying I've lost my ride for the night," you muse as you slip the laptop into its carrier bag and stand.

"Nope. As long as you don't mind me fiddling with maps for an hour," Javier murmurs. "I'm at the spot. No rush, querida."

Smiling, you say you'll be down in a few and hang up. A couple of minutes later, you're taking the elevator to the lobby alone, and pass some of the staff as they're going up to clean. Just as you're breezing out of the main entry door to take the steps down to the above ground carport, you hear a familiar greeting.

"Working late yet again?"

You pause and glance over at Luke as he strides over, backpack slung over a shoulder as he takes the steps two at a time to fall into pace with you.

"Yeah, we got our laptops! It took a beat to get both set up, so lost track of time," you remark and realize you are kind of stuck. Javier is two blocks away, so you have to coax Luke to head off ahead of you to avoid being offered a ride, or worse – offering to escort you to your ride. "Don't let me keep you! I'm just going to take breather and decompress before heading out."

"I'm in no rush. Could use the company?" Luke smiles, and you can feel your brows quirk. "Ah hell, decompress was the operative word there. Sorry—"

"Hah, no, it's alright. I must come off as such an antisocial weirdo—"

"Not at all. But, speaking of social, I forgot to mention to Ellis that we're gonna be doing something different from happy hour this week – on Thursday instead of Friday. If you don't have plans, maybe you can join?" the hazel-eyed Mil Group member offers affably. "Promise it'll be a change of pace—"

"How about you sell it to Ellis and he can try and wear me down on it?" you joke and wink, feeling like a jerk, but you really want to move things along so you can hustle your way to a certain handsome DEA agent waiting for you.

"Deal. Have a goodnight," Luke smirks and lopes off, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.

Once he's left the security gate, you make your exit, and a few minutes later are crossing the street over to the jeep parked under a tree canopy. Javier's smoking a cigarette as you climb into the passenger's seat and exhale dramatically and muse, "Sorry for the wait. Got held up for a bit."

Javier's gaze is fixed on you, and you blink, completely forgetting your outfit. The cap-sleeved, V-shaped neckline of your navy pencil dress is the most risqué thing you could get away with at the embassy, showing a bounty of cleavage but still seeming sophisticatedly chaste. Your hair is up in a neat ponytail, so your sloping shoulders and slender neck are on full display. He looks like he can't decide where to put his mouth first, so you set your purse and bag aside and lean close to him.

"You can look, but you can't touch," you murmur, eyes smoldering at him as you raise an imperious brow in challenge.

Javi exhales his cigarette smoke and grunts a charged sound, lips pressing together as he wars with every depraved impulse. "No kiss?" he attempts, that canela-smooth tone as delectable as the hungry look that etches across his features.

You make a big show of pressing your plush lips together before dampening them and with a flirty pop, musing, "Nope."

He gruffly exhales and leans into his seat before flicking his cigarette out the window and grumbling, "Cruel."

Smirking pleasantly, you sit pristinely in your seat and chime, "Wanna pick up tapas for dinner?"

"…I want to pick you up and punish you for being a tease…" he mumbles puckishly as he puts the car in gear and starts driving, purposely keeping his coffee-brewed gaze fixed ahead as you shoot him a knowing glance.

"Hmm?" you prompt, feigning aloofness as you adjust the hem of the dress at your thigh and deliberately show a tease of what Javier sees to be a garter belt cinching the nude thigh-high stocking he hadn't noticed in the lowlight of the jeep earlier.

He'd been half-hard before, and now he's tenting his suit trousers, lips pressing together tersely as he grumbles in a tense murmur, "Just saying you look lovely, cariño."

You smirk – loving the game and having him sweat with tension while you have the upper hand. He looks so handsome and smells so good as he broods at what your little punishment scenario could be, so you're having fun obfuscating with flirty repartee. When Javier parks in front of the restaurant and goes to open his door, naturally assuming he'd run in and put in the takeout order, you thwart him with a tap to his knee and muse, "No. Quédate quieto."

The simmering stare he gives you is so worth it when you hop out and strut up the curb and into the restaurant, giving him a view of your sauntering gait – at how perfectly the pencil dress accentuates your hourglass shape and molds to your ass.

Javier can only grunt and shake his head at himself as he watches you go, scandalized by how damned turned on he gets from your saucy airs – by the sassy demands you make so smoothly while remaining exactingly sophisticated. He'd sworn once that your power over him was going to be a ridiculous liability, and now that he's throbbing with want and at the mercy of your audaciousness? He's pretty sure he's going to make a fucking fool of himself…and he relishes the thought. Your passion and playfulness are treats, and the way you make him feel worthy but still expectant – that your attention and affection are unconditionally conditioned to just him? It's addicting. He can't bare the thought of falling from your grace, or of seeing it bestowed onto another—

The mention of the lunch date springs forth, goading and brash. Javier scowls and glances about, sizing up his surroundings in the mirrors, falling back on training to keep his thoughts cool as he thumbs his moustache idly. When you come out of the restaurant with the food order, a couple of guys walk by you and openly leer at you as you walk away. You pay them no mind, walking briskly to the jeep while Javier glares across at them.

You carry yourself with confidence, never shrinking away or softening into demureness. Javi had noticed it early on, and adores it, but now, he wonders if it could come off as encouraging—

"Mmm, this smells so good," you muse as you open the door and climb into the seat next to him, derailing his thoughts.

Javier grunts vacantly and smiles at you. "Not as good as you, querida," he flirts and gives you a debonair wink.

You scoff and grin. "You'll have to do much better than that after what you pulled last night, atrevido," you snicker and bat your lashes.

Once he's parked on your street, Javi takes his files from the backseat and your bag, to your sardonic eye rolling, and leads the way to your apartment. Setting his stuff on the coffee table, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it to the chair, tugging his gun and badge off while you take the tapas and set up a plate of food each, serving him at your table and flouncing away before he can pull you close. Instead of sitting next to him, you set your plate on the counter and nibble off of it while you slide the laptop onto the kitchen island and merrily boot it up.

"Really?" Javier deadpans and gives you that brown, puppy-eyed look as he frowns. "C'mon, sit—"

"You ordering me around?"

The resolute, unwavering pitch of your tone has Javier sitting straighter in the chair, eyes flashing with what you can only describe as titillated intrigue. Holding your gaze, he watches you place a hand on your hip as you calmly shut the laptop closed and waltz unhurriedly over towards the table.

"Didn't you have work to do, agente?" you purr, eyes bright with mischief and lips soft as you enunciate, "Maps to study?"

Why the hell something so innocuous was turning him on so bad was beyond him, but it was, and he was getting wound up with impulsivity. "You're…you're pushing it, hermosa," he murmurs in that gravelly baritone, eyes appraisingly sizing you up as he quirks his brow at you before pushing the chair back so he can pivot in his seat to sit confidently, facing you.

You look so good, standing there in that tight dress, stocking-clad legs smooth and heels giving you a sense of superiority as he has to cock his head to the side to capture your haughty glare in his incandescent stare. Smugly, he spreads his legs, placing his hands to rest on his thighs, a daring invitation for you to breach his personal space.

He doesn't expect you to actually do so by imperiously propping your heeled toes onto the chair – precariously close to his crotch, and let your tight dress hike to show him a flash of the satin champagne-colored panties you're wearing beneath. His chest tenses and his eyes flash with dark desire as you nudge your foot to press against his inner thigh before leaning close enough to see the black of his pupils get blown out with want as you hum at him.

"Hazme un favor," you purr, and state the favor in an ardent order: "Since you're not playing with your little maps, show me what you'd wished you could do if you'd been here last night, instead of being a descarado over the phone."

Javier's mouth drops, but nothing comes from his usually smug silver tongue. Instead, he finds himself burning with primal urge as he maps his hands up the contour of your leg, fingers dimpling your calf as he leans forward and kisses your knee. His eyes never leave yours as he caresses his palms to encircle your waist and tugs you closer, which forces you to adjust your leg to prop on the seat of the chair next to his hip from how he swings his forearm to the small of your back so he can bury his face between your legs.

Your fingers card into his hair and tug at the thick tufts you grip, feeling him groan in alluring desire at your show of dominance. Sure, you've been bossy and insatiable in bed before, but this is something new, and you're gratified that he's aroused by it – by you making him bend to your whims.

Javier is so hard he can barely think. This is some kink he hadn't even thought of before, and he's revved up, eager and on pins and needles over what you'll do – how you'll twist him around with urge. The exhilarating anticipation of seeing how far you'll push versus how long he can keep control of himself lends to the dizzying allure of it all.

When you feel his tongue trace the hidden seam of your cunt through your panties, you tug at his hair and reproachfully hum. "Ah, on second thought," you purr, dramatically flicking your fingers from his hair to instead shove his shoulders back, surprising Javier to stare up at you. "I'm tired. Think I'll just leave you to work things out on your own," you remark blithely and seamlessly parry away from him to strut back to the kitchen island.

The charge you feel emanate from him at that is scintillating, and you anticipate him grabbing at your waist just as you turn and press your palm flat against his chest and hold him at bay with a searing glance. Javier is standing – well, more like looming over you now as you lean the small of your back into the counter's edge. His eyes are scorching with promise, lips parted as he tries to rein his control in.

"Something the matter?" you chime confidently, eyes twinkling up at him as you let your fingers splay at the center of his chest, teasingly tracing the contour that defines his pectorals. "I don't want to keep you from your work—"

Javier puts his hands on either side of the counter and boxes you in now, leaning close enough to brush his forehead against yours as he grouses, "You have no idea how bad you're being right now, atrevida. How much you're asking for it—"

"Asking?" you counter and relish the surprise that lights up his expression as you twist your fingers into the front of his unbuttoned collar, and tug him close. "I didn't ask you to call and get me all wound up last night. You presumed you could do that and not deal with any consequences? Because that's how you've gotten away with operating, eh?" you pose with authority, albeit lusciously, and add, "Well then, you were mistaken, malcriado. Now, sit down and eat your dinner and keep your hands to yourself before I change my mind again."

Javi is buzzing with repressed desire and wanton yearning, muscles tensing and heat tangling in his gut from your unyielding gaze and the nudge of your hand walking him back to sit in the chair he'd vacated. You savor the triumph of him simmering with rapacious, surly desire and acquiescence. It's delicious – the look in his handsome expression, the hard set of his shoulders as he sits and actually glares at his food, and the way he's warring with tactics in turning things around, clearly coming up empty because he is not-so-secretly turned on beyond belief by your dominant game.

He's just about ready to try challenging you, just to see what you'd do, when you slink over to the coffee table and pick up his files, opening the stack and perusing the maps before loping over and tossing it down to the table top and humming thoughtfully. "This looks like more than an hour of work—"

"I'll do it later," he interjects and feels anticipation coil in his loins as you turn and tilt your head at his impatient tone. "…I'm not hungry and I can't think and you know it, so just…" he is struggling to grasp for words, to not sound like a fucking hard-up dummy when you're raising your brows questioningly at him and pursing your lips.

"Just…what? Let you off the hook?" you muse simply, hands going to your hips as you cant your posture towards him.

"Yes," he growls, and you can see the dark lust fog his brewed gaze, the hard etch of his jaw as he clenches it and stares hungrily at you. The primal static coming off of him has you tingling, and you know you are pushing it – playing with fire and only getting away with it because Javi is letting you.

But, you can't help it. With a brilliant smile, you go to stand over him and idly trace the collar of his shirt before fiddling with it and capturing his heated gaze with yours as you narrow your eyes and purr, "Beg."

Well, that causes hazy need to backfire in Javi's synapses, and he's winding tight in his seat as he inhales electricity – excitement crackling through him as he bites his bottom lip and stares up at you. He is throbbing with baseness now, unadulterated lust flooding his nerves and lighting him up.

"Please."

The heated thrill that skitters through you and nests in your womb is incandescent. However you are wholly unprepared for him actually giving in. "Please…what?" you press seductively and give him the most sultry look you can manage with how excited you are.

"Please do whatever you want to me until you're satisfied," he husks in a hoarse grouse, eyes becoming flinty as he focuses on your expression flickering with delight. He can feel his pulse throbbing in his cock from how hard and wound up he is. "Please, querida."

The excited flutter that zings through your aroused tissue is bone-deep – burning your veins and making you high off the power trip. You're tempted to just pounce yourself into his lap and fuck him right then and there, but you know that's what he wants and is anticipating.

So, instead, you make a thoughtful sound and pretend like you're considering his plea. Then, you turn and lope away, offering coolly over your shoulder, "Bed. Now."

Javier watches you disappear around the corner and hears the bathroom door shut. He's gaping when he realizes you're not going to tear his clothes off and let him fuck you on the kitchen table, and instead have ordered him to your room where he will have to wait for you some more!

He is embarrassed at himself from how badly he's trembling with pent up lust while he paces your room like a wound up, starving panther. The urge is tangling in – tugging for him to just go wild and take control the minute you come in. It's what he's deliberating doing when he finally glances at the doorway and sees you standing there, wearing nothing but champagne and nude lingerie. His train of thought derails raucously as he pauses in his pacing, stunned and staring at your curves and the supple planes of skin you've bared for him.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest at how surly and primal he looks, and when you strut over and stand directly in front of him, you can smell his warm skin, the mix of cologne and his natural musk as his sweat clings to his chest and makes his features dewy.

Javier's hands are shaking to stay at his sides, and when you lick the inner rim of your top lip and bat your lashes, his urges coil in tight in his core and threaten to splinter his control. With a flirty smile, you fan your ponytail behind your shoulders and slink challengingly close to him, but Javi doesn't falter. When you grab his belt and slowly unfasten it, though, his eyes fix on yours before he exhales a shaky huff and stays very still.

"Good boy," you purr, and drag a palm down to cup him through his pants. "So nice to see you can behave—"

"Fucking hell," he begins to grouse, hands clenching at his sides as he tucks his chin against his chest and stares dangerously at you. "You are such a fucking tease—"

You stop touching him and he cuts himself off, so you smirk and push him backwards onto the bed. Javier flops flat and just lays there while he stares up at your body, cock throbbing excitedly in the confines of his pants at your luscious sight. Before he can get lost in pining, you straddle his lap and grab his wrists before pinning his arms onto the bed, above his head. Javier's brown eyes flare like warm chestnut stones under the light of the bedroom, and when you lower to brush your nose against his, he groans a starved sound.

"What if all I wanted to do was grind against you all night, hm?" you pose, ghosting your lips across his and leaning away before he can kiss you. "J-Just rub my pussy all over your cock," you murmur, and as you describe it, you undulate your hips and grind your crotch over him, feeling his cock jump and jut up for more of your heat. "Get myself off and leave you all riled up?"

Javier's hands tighten into fists, but he doesn't yank his wrists free from your grip. Instead, he bucks his hips up against you and groans. "I'll take anything—f-fuck," he rumbles gruffly and feels you grind into him – how your panties are soaked through and the heat of your cunt is so close to the head of his cock. "W-want you, querida —"

You can't take it anymore. Your pussy is clenching, your abs tensed taut with excited glee, and your thighs ache from tensing and clutching together to keep yourself in control. Devouring his mouth with yours, you kiss Javier like his tongue is the only thing that can quench the thirst ravaging you. He growls, savoring your warmth and arches when you finally unfasten his pants and yank them open so you can take his cock in your palms and stroke his girth before nestling him to glide along your soaked satin panties.

The sensation is nerve-tingling and delicious, so much so you don't realize you're no longer holding Javi down at the wrists, and his hands are clutching at your back, yanking at the clasp of your bra and snatching the garment off of you with swift tugs of the straps down your shoulders. His mouth and hands are on your breasts with hungry devotion, leaving your thoughts buoyant in a sea of lust that you're more than happy to let the tide carry you off in. So, when he pivots to roll you onto the bed so he can loom over you and haul you up into his lap before he hastily tugs at the garters and straps keeping your panties and stockings on, you don't fight – at first.

With effort, you hook your arms around his shoulders and pivot you both back so he's sitting on the bed and you're on top of him, shoving him hard onto his back so you can pull his shirt loose and undo it. When he growls and reaches for you, you slap his hands away and bow to kiss his chest, licking his skin as you rumble, "You want me?"

"Oh fuck, yes. Y-Yes, mi amor," Javier grunts rapaciously and writhes under you.

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me now, Javi," you whisper against his jaw and nudge him to tilt his head back just as you nip hard at his neck.

You lose all bearings as you're teetered around on the bed. Shoes are gone, the garters are flapping loosely and your panties are rucked to the side as Javier somehow shed out of his remaining clothes to gather you up into his lap reverse cowgirl and props his back against the headboard. His hands are clamped around your thighs – holding you spread and wide as he plunges you onto his cock. The turn in dominance is exhilarating, leaving you roiling with trembling excitement as you cry out and arch back against him. When his forearms hook your legs precariously, you're at his mercy as he fucks you rough and fast while you arch and cling to him, toes pointed and back flush against his torso as he pounds into you.

"Ja-Jahvi!" you gasp out, wild with blissed desire.

He hits something devastating inside you, and after so much salacious foreplay, you're coming, mewling as your sheath floods over, only fueling his arousal. Your hands tighten backwards on his arms as he slams dead center into that nested pleasure point, igniting another orgasm that has you quaking and rambling his name in fluttering pants. When he suddenly bucks up and forces you to have to loop your arms backwards around his neck for purchase, you think he's going to balance you over his lap while he catches his breath and prolong your bliss. Instead, Javier slams into you anew, arms hooked under your knees holding you open before he lets his cock completely pull out of you before he plunges it back in and grinds you down on it.

You make a strangled noise of delight and warble inarticulate whimpers as he does it again and again until he wrings another needy, scalding orgasm from your fluttering sheath. "Ja-Javi, Javi—" you trill, pitch speaking to how wrecked you are. "P-Please, please-please—"

You don't even know what you're begging for, but when Javier growls against your neck and adjusts his grip to press his hands into the backs of your thighs as he pistons into you now, you lose all sense of time and space. You're just lighting in a bottle – bouncing and scintillating until only crackling ozone and static are left to dissolve and condense. And when Javier's cock swells inside you, your arms tighten around his neck and you curl against him just as his hips stutter and roughly slam up into you.

His climax singes through him, leaving Javier to shout in completion after going so long in the nerve-wracking game of dominance. He moans your name against your neck and keeps thrusting, hands losing coordination and only managing to grip you possessively against him as you melt and let him hold you. Javi leans against the headboard and shudders as he pants, vacantly listening to your shallow breathing as you try and catch your breath while you shiver with aftershocks and hypersensitivity. When you can feel your pulse again, you sigh and go slack against him, smiling tiredly when he nuzzles your neck and grunts.

"F-Feels so good," you find yourself murmuring. "This is what I w-wanted last night," you sigh and keep your legs splayed, content at feeling Javi's warm lap under your ass and his strong, broad torso flush against your back. It feels so much better than the cold floor and wall of the night before, and now with his seed warming you too? It's pure decadence.

Javier hums in sated pleasure, arms encircling you lovingly as he presses open-mouth kisses to your neck while he comes down from the mind-blowing orgasm and the insanely exhilarating sex-game. "…I don't think I could've survived you punishing me for real," he mutters low against your skin before nuzzling you, arms tightening around your waist and adjusting so he can nestle you backwards onto the pillows as he pulls out of your tight, quivering heat.

"Javi," you whimper and loop your arms around him, seeking his warmth. "Mmm, don't. Want you inside me," you plea, and he shivers, letting you pull him down and onto you so you can hook your legs around his waist. "Please…stay inside me," you whisper and kiss him.

His dick is already half hard from your mewls, so when you lick his Adam's apple and grab his ass, Javier is straining between your thighs. "F-Fuck, mi amor—let me take this stuff off you," he groans and starts yanking the garters, panties and stockings down in a heap to be a bundle of tangled, sullied mess he discards without a second look before he settles between your thighs and eases back into your clenching, still-thrumming molten heat. He makes a sound you haven't heard from him before – a combination hum and murmured grunt that radiates through you as he kisses you.

"Mmph, oh Javi," you sigh when he breaks the kiss and buries his face in the crook of your neck as he starts rocking slow and deep into you, coaxing breathy sounds from you and making your toes curl. Your ponytail is a mess and wayward hairs are sticking to your temples and neck, sweat and slick sticking to your skin in all the right places while Javi's thrusts gather force and your pelvis tilts instinctually for more.

"Tell me you want it," he groans, hips picking up pace as he feels your walls already fluttering with needy pleasure. "J-Just me who's worthy—" you hear him bite out as he feels your legs tighten around his waist and you're already winding taut under him.

"Just you, always you—" you whimper, rambling tightly, "Only you, Javi—!"

Javier loses it at that and comes hard, shocking himself with how quick and heady his arousal crested in him as you wail in delight – core shivering from the hot spend he floods into your tingling heat. Your body is aflutter at being filled with his cum again. You don't know why feeling him lose control and pump his seed inside you has you alight, but it does, and you ride out the wave of his pummeling thrusts until the pressure at your clit grinding into his pelvis floods you over with another buzzing climax.

When your brain starts working again, you're lying on Javi's chest, and he's nuzzling the top of your head while his hands caress soothing sweeps along your back and waist. You smile drunkenly and kiss his chest.

"You take punishment well."

Javier grunts a hoarse chuckle at that. "I'm going to annoy you more often," he murmurs thickly, and you snicker, curling up to kiss his jaw.

On a doting sigh, you drawl, "Beyako atrevido," and smile when he just keeps nuzzling kisses into you until you relent and tilt your face up to meet his lips.

Once you've showered, you're both pleasantly relaxed and lounging in bed together after eating reheated tapas. Truthfully, Javi's been having a hard time concentrating on his work after you came back from putting the food away and flounced into bed with your bulky laptop and only his rumpled dress shirt on. The stack has gone largely ignored while you pleasantly typed furiously at your laptop as you lounged on your tummy, facing the foot of the bed. He's leaning against the headboard with his maps arranged out over the fresh sheets, holding one surveillance aerial snap in his hand and watching you idly kick your legs in a pendulous shimmy while you finish a spreadsheet. Your ass is plump and riding the hem of his shirttails, and Javi is debating on if you'd let him worship that delicious divot of cheek-meets-thigh when you suddenly stretch and yawn.

He doesn't even try to feign like he wasn't staring when you glance over a shoulder at him. With a soft smile, you sweep some stray hairs behind your ear and adjust to lean sidelong.

"Those are of Campo Valdez?" you ask, gesturing with a tilt of your head to the maps on the bed.

"Yeah. Tracking traffic with aerials. Trying to catch route patterns," he explains as he goes back to looking at the particular quadrant in the snap. "Just a theory we're gonna test out next week," he adds as he takes a sip of his drink.

You hum and curl onto your side, liking how handsome he looks when he's relaxed and sated in your bed. His hair is still damp from the shower, golden skin dewy as he lounges with just part of the sheet around his waist. When he catches your stare, you smile. "You know…I saw him once," you find yourself volunteering coyly.

"…Who?" Javier quirks his brow, and when you roll your eyes and purse your lips at the maps, it dawns on him. "…Escobar?"

"Yep," you reply simply and pretend like you're gonna go back to your work when he flops the snap in his hand onto the bed and across the other files. You snicker when he bracelets your ankle and gives a tug. "It was a few years ago—"

"You better not be a super-double-agent-plant – trying to ensnare me," he grouses in a drawl and taps your ass, earning a yelp and for you to fidget back onto your side so you can pivot away from his grasp.

"Bien gracioso," you huff wryly. "It was before I started at the embassy. I was out for a walk with my grandmother. My grandfather had just passed away, so I was staying with her and keeping her company," you explain, sitting up to lean on your shins and get comfortable on the bed. "We came across a little feria at a soccer field a few neighborhoods away, and while we were strolling, we noticed most of the crowd was around some guy, and he was handing out raffle tickets for some prize," you give him a half-shrug. "We kept our distance."

Javier is astounded, but he tries to hide it with a glib scowl. "El Robin Hood Paisa, huh," he grumbles and starts collecting all his files into an organized stack.

You close your laptop and set it aside to the nightstand as he puts his files away. Slinking across the bed, you encircle your arms around his shoulders and cuddle him. "He'll get his," you declare, and Javi exhales, resting his head against yours after you kiss his temple. "You, Steve – Puff the cat? You'll get your retribution against el patrón," you joke, and Javier can't keep his brooding up against the soft lilt of your tone, or how lovingly you kiss his cheek. "So, you'll be on assignment next week?"

"Yeah. Steve and I are gonna ride along in an observational capacity. The closest we can get to the CNP raids right now," Javier replies and turns the light out before getting under the covers with you. "Take this off," he playfully tugs at his shirt, and you pout. "Either you're naked or in that nighty—"

"Did you already forget how you ended up getting in trouble, chulo?" you jibe and he rolls his eyes at the nickname. "Don't be commanding me," you purr and lean down to kiss his lips.

His soulful eyes quirk goadingly at you, and you huff and take his shirt off, tossing it aside before curling up against him under the covers. "Good girl," he rumbles and kisses your cheek.

You grunt snootily at that and rest your head on his shoulder. "Oh, tomorrow Ellis and I have to work real late," you comment and suppress a yawn, smiling when Javi cups the small of your back and nestles you against his side more.

"That's fine. I have to clean my place up for this hot date I'm gonna have Friday anyway," he quips, and you hum along.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask, already sounding sleepy.

"Dinner date, then dancing, then my place—"

"I know all that, chavón," you snicker and press your nose into the soft spot under his jaw. "No specifics?"

"Just let me surprise you, controladora," he mutters derisively, so you squeeze his side playfully.

You're smiling, eyes closing as you start relaxing, lulled to the soft quiet that's settling in the apartment while his fingers skim your hip languidly.

Once you've dozed off, Javier lies awake for a bit longer, mind still active with all his worries and insecurities, and when he quells the ones revolving the job, the ones springing up around you nag at him. With much effort, he shelves those too, and finally lets the calm of your soft warmth against him and delicate breathing lull him into a deep sleep.

You don't sense him letting his insecurities get the best of him when you're getting ready for work the next morning. If anything, you're really happy as you revel in the tired muscle strain that aches your body from the salacious session the night before. Even when you look in the mirror and gasp at seeing light bruises in the shape of Javi's fingertips at the backs of your thighs, you can't help flush with rueful delight as he debonairly pulls you to the foot of the bed where he's sitting and caresses his hands along your skin and he kisses your bra-clad sternum.

"Guess people will just have to see you belong to someone," he purrs as he nuzzles your cleavage.

You swat his shoulder and scoff, rolling your eyes as you sardonically mutter about putting up with such a rough-handed fresco while you find a pair of dark pantyhose to wear under your skirt. It manages to conceal the bruises to any prying eyes, and Javi grunts, as if disappointed.

You kiss him for a while when he parks at the curb of the street he drops you off at, loving how he has to pull back and huff in frustration as he glares around. He reluctantly lets you slink out and watches you walk off for a beat, feeling content, albeit tense. For the life of him, he doesn't get why it bothers him so much that you would've gone to lunch with Samson. Is it that you never mentioned it? Was there a reason you would've omitted it? Then, he remembers how you'd thrown in his face how you seemingly encouraged the Mil Group member's attentions – that you liked how he made you feel and how you didn't have to compete for his affections.

Annoyed suddenly, Javier drives to the embassy, parks, and is stalking up to the floor the DEA bullpen is just as you're going into the first meeting of your day. It's pretty much a whirlwind by the time you're skipping lunch, and while you and Ellis work on the hookup, he manages to needle you about the plans Luke had indeed filled him in on. It takes him pretty much most of the evening to wear you down on agreeing to the not-happy-hour-thing, and you only do so because he promises it won't be a late night – "The place is only open a couple hours after quittin' time."

"Fine, but I'm not going to the bar after," you sigh and lead the way to the server room where you'll be doing the linkup with DOJ.

It's hours later when you're stumbling through your front door, exhausted and dragging yourself into the shower and then going straight to bed. When your alarm goes off the next morning, you blearily grumble and slink pathetically out of bed, struggling to keep your eyes open. You've just finished brushing your teeth and splashing cold water over your face when someone is knocking on your door. Dubious, you tiptoe over and listen.

"Open up," you hear Javi's voice, and you blink, surprised. When you open the door, he's standing there in the early morning sun, in a khaki suit, crisp dress shirt with no tie and with a to-go bag and two coffees in his grasp. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up after the all-nighter," he rumbles charismatically as he breezes in and kisses you on the lips.

You practically melt, and when he puts the food on the counter, you pounce on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and kissing him goofily. "Dios mío, que lujo," you sing song and laugh while he rolls his eyes and chuckles, propping a forearm under your derrière as he carries you effortlessly to your bed. "You cannot spoil me like this—"

When he tosses you onto your bed and you bounce, effervescent laugh warming your core, he flops next to you and snickers, "I can do whatever the hell I please. You're not the boss of me."

Shooting a faux haughty look, you roll and pin him down on the bed. "You want me to be the boss, though," you murmur and brush your nose teasingly against his.

"…Maybe," he husks, and smirks when you raise a cocky eyebrow and hum musingly. "It's still early. Have plenty of time for a quickie—"

"So that's why you're surprising me with delicious coffee and pandebonos first thing, eh?" you hassle and sit up to straddle him. "Couldn't get laid last night, so I have to service you at the crack of dawn," you admonish playfully and start to untuck his belt. "Such a caripela'o—"

"You are quite mistaken," he mutters and grabs your wrists, swaying your grip away from his pants so he can haul you down to lay over him. You flatten out over his torso and let him capture your lips while he keeps hold on your wrists, looping them behind his head so you have to be anchored to him. Once he rolls you to lie on the bed, he breaks the kiss and breathes you in, nuzzling your throat. "I wanted to start off my day with you riding my tongue," he states with shameless ruggedness, and you feel your face burn as he stares possessively down at your tussled-haired, oversized t-shirt with just a panty underneath disheveled self like you're the most delectable thing he's ever seen.

"…Only if you let me suck your cock at the same time," you propose in a heated murmur, eyes glazing over with lust as Javier's gaze darkens with molten want at the suggestion.

It is a fantastic way to start a Thursday.

You're both settled and buzzing with pride as you drive through traffic, dressed and fresh as a daisy in the passenger seat next to him while he listens to you explain how you and Ellis were able to successfully engage the linkup with DOJ stateside.

"Good. You working late again tonight?" he asks casually as he navigates through the bustling traffic.

"Oh," you grumble, having forgotten about the plans Ellis wore you down on. "There's some non-happy-hour-thing Ellis cajoled me into going to for a bit. He's driving me," you explain and glance over just in time to catch his flinty, stoic look. The one he uses when he's trying to look aloof but only looks broody. "It'll only be for a couple of hours after work," you attempt, and when he doesn't respond, you squeeze his thigh.

He glances at you, as if he'd gotten temporarily lost in thought. "That's fine," he retorts in that smooth baritone, grip relaxing on the steering wheel. Quirking your brows, you're about to ask him if he wants you to call him after you're free, when Javi offhandedly blurts, "You have any lunch plans?"

Your eyes crinkle. "Not today, no," is your musing reply, wondering if this is his moody way of asking you out or something. "You asking me on a lunch date, galán?" you tease, squeezing his thigh again.

Javier tries to suppress a smirk as he grabs your hand and impishly slides it into his crotch. You gasp and affectionately swat his arm before snickering and going to lean back and watch the traffic, pleasantly content in the comfortable silence of the drive.

"You go on lunch dates a lot?"

Your silly smile quirks with confusion at the way he posed the question. "I don't usually leave the embassy for lunch—"

"But you have?" Javier presses suddenly, tone earnest, yet guarded.

You're suddenly feeling like something is brewing – a little wobble of unevenness between you two. "Javi, stop angling and say what you're really thinking," you remark and watch him glance sidelong at you before he idly pinches his forefinger and thumb over his moustache – an idle impulse of his when he's pensive and uneasy.

"Heard you went to lunch with that guy – what's his face," he rumbles in an aloof pitch, terse exhale charged with surliness, as his shoulders actually get broader under your bemused gaze.

"…Oh, yeah, that's right," you muse when the recollection dawns on you. "That was a while ago—"

"You never mentioned it," Javier mutters, tone hard, but flat as he glares straight ahead and concentrates on driving, trying not to get wound up at the image of Samson touching your arm in the bar, or how he looks at you when you're not aware.

You blink at him now, keen gaze narrowing appraisingly on his demeanor. "I didn't even remember it, that's how much of a standout it was," you muse and stare at him, feeling a mixture of surprise and bafflement. "Wait. Are you jealous?" you inquire, and when he scowls and tries not to be obvious about it, you can't help the amused grin crest your plush lips. "Javier—"

"Has he asked you out?"

Your smile sobers. "No, and that wasn't a lunch date either," you remark, the humor kind of fizzling now the more he seems seriously miffed about it. "You have nothing to be jealous of, Javi—"

"I distinctly remember you telling me otherwise," he cuts in, standoffish tone taking on an edge when he adds, "You said you could do as you saw fit with whoever you wanted."

That night floods back to you, and you're really shocked that Javier not only harbors such acrimony about it, but that he actually thinks you were serious. Now you're getting miffed by the whole damn thing, so you snap, "And do you remember how big of an asshole you were being, which is expressly why I said any of that to you?"

"I told you how I felt," Javier states resolutely, pulling onto the street he drops you off at and parking along the curb. He takes a quiet breath before saying what he's thinking next. "You said you liked the attention, and how that pendejo makes you feel—"

"Oh my fucking god, Javier. I said all that shit to get under your skin," you harangue, losing your temper now. "So nice to see it worked like a charm and you've been stewing over it for weeks—"

"Damn fucking right!" he thunders and slams a fist down on the steering wheel as he whirls to face you. "I told you I hated seeing you with him, and this week I hear you went on a fucking lunch date—"

"It was not a fucking lunch date," you icily slash, truly mad now. "You wanna know the day this happened? It was when I overheard you were at that fucking Tolu raid after I sat up all night thinking about you, worried and feeling insane and I practically fell over hearing about it!" you rail, eyes blazing at him as his hard gaze widens and his jaw clenches. "I could give a fuck about Luke or his attention! And you have a lot of fucking nerve pulling this macho mujeriego bullshit after I've had to hear about every goddamn pendeja you flirt up – how they bet on what kind of favors they can get from you next time you come around!" you seethe, truly on a tear. "And the damnedest of all this shit is, I am only interested in you, you hijo de la gran puta malparido engreído!"

There is a tense, charged silence for a beat where you're just glaring imperiously at him, out of breath from telling him off so ferociously. Javier is staring at you like he's made peace with his savior, and if he needs to die here, he will without regret. It's almost too much and you're on the verge of hauling your things into your arms and storming off when he roots you in place by suddenly grinning.

"…Are you fucking burlándote?!" you bellow and are about to slug him when he takes your hands and pulls you close. "¡Suéltame—!"

"Querida, I'm not laughing at you," Javier insists and pulls you close so he can rest his forehead against yours. "It's just…fucking hell, I've been going crazy thinking about it for weeks, wondering if you didn't want to define shit with me because that huevón was serious competition," he explains gruffly, teeming with acerbic chagrin.

You smack his arm, hard. "I don't want to define shit because you're the one out here with your ho-ass bitches everywhere – where you can change on a dime and I can never truly know where I stand! Do you seriously not get that?! Are you purposely infuriatingly obtuse?! Have I not made it abundantly clear I want you, you fucking cabrón?!" you berate, so exasperated that you feel your blood pressure rise and heat crest to the top of your head. "Te quiero a ti, Javi."

Javier feels punch-drunk, stunned and buzzed, and when you exhale a dramatic huff, he pulls you close and kisses you, feeling you relent and clutch at his shoulders as you let him deepen the kiss. When you cool down, you're reluctant to end the kiss, so you keep capturing his lips as you sigh and caress your fingers in the back of his hair lovingly.

He exhales and affectionately nudges his temple to yours. "Jesus Christ…I'm an idiot."

"Yes! You are," you snap and bury your face in the crook of his neck so you can inhale his sexy, warm and spiced scent. "A stupid, sexy idiot," you mumble against his neck and kiss his skin, and he grunts derisively, too content in combing his fingers through your hair and getting lost in your soft perfume to take umbrage. "I have to work with him. Have to be cordial and friendly. It doesn't mean anything beyond that," you confide in a murmur, and feel him relax. "I won't encourage his attention," you lean back and tell him, holding his gaze. "I want to be with you, only you. Clear?" you state your intentions and caress his cheek.

Javi smirks, drawling, "Crystal," before leaning close and kissing you as chastely as he can manage after getting so wound and fired up. "Call me tonight?" he rumbles and smirks when you slap his hand down from going to fondle you playfully.

"I don't know. You made me real angry," you begin goadingly as you grab the lapel of his jacket and tug reproachfully. "I might need to punish you for it—"

"I'll be over your place at 10," he declares readily and gives you an ardent kiss, the kind that leaves you tingly and sinewy with delight as you float on determined steps in a flounce out of the car and to work while he deals with the simmering arousal you've stoked in him.

After all, Javier Peña is a glutton when it comes to the right kind of punishment.

To be continued…

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Huevón = Stupid jerk

Cariño = Darling/sweetheart

Solterita = Single girl; bachelorette

Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy

Beyako = Puerto Rican slang for horny/naughty guy; akin to "horn dog"

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Señorita = Little lady

Chulo/Chulito = Cute guy; little cutie

Malcriada/malcriado = Brat/spoiled

Bravita= Tough girl; feisty girl

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Pórtate bien = Be good/Behave

Canela = Cinnamon

No. Quédate quieto = No. Stay still

Hermosa = Beautiful

Hazme un favor = Do me a favor

descarado = Cad; scoundrel

Mi amor = My love

Bien gracioso = Real funny

Feria = Carnival

El patrón = the boss; Escobar's nickname among his men

Chavón = a man that's pestering you

Controladora = Controlling woman

Dios mío, que lujo = Oh my god, what luxury/what a treat

Caripela'o = Puerto Rican slang for a shameless get over

Galán = Handsome

Pendejo/Pendeja = Dumbass; jackass/dumb bitch

Mujeriego = Womanizer

Hijo de la gran puta malparido engreído = Son of a fucking bitch conceited bastard

Burlándote = Making fun/mocking

Suéltame = Let go of me

Cabrón = Asshole

Te quiero a ti, Javi = I want you, Javi

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