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?

10. Chapter 10: Peach

Warning: Graphic descriptions of sex, including explicit depictions oral and unprotected sex, semi-anal play, food play, cum play, and lustful, smutty pining. Some slightly Dom!Javi, Possessive!Javi, and Soft!Javi.

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Chapter 10: Peach

The next morning, you pull yourself out of the bliss of the bed and reluctantly start packing up to leave for the long drive back to Bogotá. It's just around dawn, and thanks to the obnoxious neighborhood rooster, even if you wanted to sleep in, you can't when the bastard crows on the dot every morning. As you get ready, pulling on a pair of jeans with the knees and pant hems distressed, frayed and slashed from years of wearing the same pair, and pull a soft tangerine-colored shirt on over your lace bra, you pick up Javi's grey shirt from the end of the bed and smile, folding it and placing it in your suitcase. Once you've put your socks and Vans sneakers on, you are struggling to keep your eyes open while you set your things in the living room before trudging into the kitchen to find your grandmother already up and spry as she bounds around the kitchen. She's making her potluck for the church event after Sunday mass, and she snickers when she sees you fold your arms and bury your head in them after you sit at the table.

She teases you about looking as pouty as you did when you were in elementary school before she sets a cup of coffee in front of you. You smile and lift your head to herd it across the table and inhale the comforting brew's fragrance before taking a sip.

"You need to visit more often, lindita. I really liked having the company," she pipes in a sigh as she tends to the stove.

You smile over the rim of your cup, chiming, "I will. I'm definitely coming for Navidad—"

"You're not going to spend it with him?" she inquires, shooting you a glance that says, 'The inquisition shall begin now,' and you can't help wryly grin. "I've been very good and didn't pry sooner, so give me something about him besides his talent for infatuating you with girlish glee—"

"C'mon, 'Buela. It's too early for the interrogation. We're…we're gonna see where things go, and really we haven't talked about things like that. Haven't made plans or anything. We've just, I don't know…we've just been spending time together whenever possible—" you cautiously reply, shrugging when she sighs and relents, turning back to the stove while you finish your coffee.

"Do you love him?"

Snapping your startled gaze up from the cup, you watch her stir the rice in the caldero, and you press your lips together.

"Yes. I do."

Now her turn to be startled, she turns and stares at you with surprise lighting up her features. She never expected you to be honest. You're always obfuscating your feelings, or finding ways to gloss over things. So for you to tell her without pause that you love Javier - it makes quite the impression. The fact that she's the one and only person you've confided such a monumental detail gives you pause as well. She doesn't have the chance to pepper you with more questions though. Not with the sudden knocking coming from the front door.

You both raise your brows – surprised that anyone would be visiting at such an early hour. Standing, you head to the front door so she can keep vigil over her cooking. When you open the door, the early morning rays bleed over the horizon coming up from the houses across the street, and is blocked out by Javier's tall and broad frame, so you blink at him before registering that he's smiling at you. He's wearing a powder-blue button up shirt under a leather jacket, jeans and boots, aviators getting tucked into his shirt pocket now as he leans a hand into the doorframe and holds the screen door open.

Javier gives you an appraising leer, loving how casual and laid back you're dressed.

"Hey there, rockerita," he teases and smirks at your flirty scoff, letting you grip the corner of his jacket and angle him through the threshold.

"What're you doing here," you muse and lean up to meet his kiss as he waltzes in and pulls you close. His scent is titillating you as you lean into him and encircle his waist. "It's crazy-early—"

"It is, but I wanted to see you off," he retorts affectionately, pressing a kiss to your hairline as he sees your little suitcase and travel tote in the corner by the hall. "It smells so fucking good in here—" he begins to purr, but you pinch his arm goofily, shooting him a scolding glance.

"Exnay on swears, or you'll get the wooden spoon," you hiss in a silly warning to him just as your grandmother pokes her head from around the corner down the hall.

"Ah! Come in, mijo. Lindita, there's some more coffee on the stove," she charmingly exclaims and gestures for you to bring Javi in.

Javier smirks and closes the screen and front door after himself, taking your hand and loping down into the cozy kitchen. "Good morning, ma'am. Sorry to intrude so early," he offers and sweetly goes over to kiss her respectfully on the cheek. "I wanted to see her off, since I'm not sure when I'll be back in Bogotá."

She beams and gives him a playful squeeze on the arm before gesturing to the table and ordering, "Sit! I'm going to make you an arepita. You look famished," before she goes to work whipping up the breakfast dish, and you wryly grin when he sits and raises a brow.

"Here," you snicker and place a coffee in front of him before sitting next to him and picking up your cup. "Best to just eat, smile and nod—"

"My inglish okay. I know she being smart!" your grandmother admonishes in her rough English and wags a wooden spoon at you. "Shut up you mouse."

Javier chokes on his coffee from his amused grunt while you laugh and tease, "Shut up my mouse? Mouth, 'Buela. Boca in English is 'mouth.'"

"You know what I mean, malcriada. That's all that matters," she jokes and puts the finishing touches on the breakfast dish she's whipped up for Javi before placing it in front of him. "Buen provecho, mijo," she chimes and smiles when he grins at you and digs in, definitely happy to take advantage of the fantastic home cooking. He eats with gusto, and as he eats, he notices the roses in a ceramic vase at a side table next to the curio cabinet in the kitchen. He smiles over at you, and you play footsy with him covertly before winking before you finish your coffee and smile at him.

When your grandmother fusses with some food containers, you get up to help her pack the items she made for her potluck. As you do so, she and Javi chat pleasantly, and you are on pins and needles when she starts asking more prying questions. From where he's from, to what brings him to Medellín, and when she asks how you met, you shoot Javi a sharp glance over her shoulder, warning him to not be daring and give her details. Mercifully, Javier knows to be vague, and all his answers give just enough color to not feel like he's being cautious.

"—I saw her at the embassy, and finally got up the courage to go talk to her at a party," is his answer to the last question, and you raise a silly, haughty brow at him. He sees your reaction, and has you pursing your lips at him when he adds, "Just when I thought it was going well, she ditched me at the Fourth of July party when I went to get drinks."

"Ah! How rude of you," your grandmother whirls on you. "For shame, lindita—" she chides goofily, and you scoff while Javier relishes goadingly putting you on the spot.

"Well, I didn't want people to talk at work! What he hasn't told you is how bad the embassy gossip is, and I couldn't let him tarnish my reputation with his flirting," you jibe and giggle when Javier glowers, now having the tables turned on him as your grandmother whirls and shoots him a prim glance while covertly squeezing your arm, letting you know she's playing along. "You think office gossip is bad? Huh, you can't imagine the things that get around about people at the consulate. We can't let people know we're fraternizing, let alone give them tawdry displays—"

"Oh, very true, lindita. I hope you feel the same way about such matters, mijo," your grandmother muses sagaciously before going to refill his coffee cup.

"…Sure. Of course," Javi drawls and when she turns to return the metal coffee kettle to the stove, he glares at you and you wiggle your brows at him.

"And what do you do at the embassy?" your grandmother asks as she tidies up.

You hadn't discussed with Javier what to disclose, so you glance over tentatively as he sits back in his chair and drinks his coffee. "I'm a liaison between the embassy and the Colombian National Police," he obfuscates smoothly as he wipes his mouth with his napkin before returning your glance as he reaches into his jacket pocket while he adds, "Which reminds me. I wanted to give you this. It's my direct phone number. You can reach me if you ever need anything."

You watch Javier fish out a blank card with his handwriting scrolled on one side, and from your vantage point, you make out the last few digits of his satellite phone number as he hands it to your grandmother. She inspects it before giving him a pleased, and very satisfied smile.

Taken aback, you lean against the edge of the kitchen counter and stare at him while your grandmother thanks him and chatters easily with him as she stores the card in her phone book before placing it back in the drawer of her curio cabinet. He catches your look and smiles unworriedly before checking his watch. You glance over at the clock on the wall and hum. "I gotta start heading out, 'Buela," you lamely sigh and go over to quickly store her potluck items in the canvas grocery bags for her.

She frowns before snapping her fingers at a sudden reminder, going into her little pantry and coming back with a paper shopping bag filled with fruit from the trees behind the house. "Here! Take these. And you can give some to your gringuito, Ellis," she muses congenially and hands you the bag while Javier stands and pushes his chair in before carrying his dishes to the sink. "You leave those there, mijo, and just help her pack her car," she orders affably and smiles. Javi smirks and nods, going to do that. While he turns away, he doesn't see your eyes start to well up. "None of that, mi niña," she coos softly to you before hugging you, letting you rein in your emotion while Javier pauses in the hall and hears her whisper to you, "You don't have to worry about me. I keep busy, and your cousin visits when she can, and the volunteers from the church are always attentive—"

"I'll visit more, 'Buela," you promise resolutely and clear your throat, swiping at the corners of your eyes while blissfully unaware that Javier is eavesdropping. "Promise me you'll call if you need anything," you press, staring at her earnestly.

"Call you, or that handsome man?" she jokes, and you exhale dramatically, cracking a silly smile.

You find Javier at the front door, balancing your suitcase and tote in one hand while rifling through your purse on the side table for your car keys with the other. When he accidentally pulls out your birth control pills in their packet, you rush over and shove them back in and blush furiously as your grandmother merrily comes down the hall and almost catches the sight. He does a poor job repressing his teasing smirk as you grab your purse and start to guide him out the door with your hands clasped at the back of his shoulders, shoving him along.

Once everything is in the car, you leave your purse on the passenger seat and turn to reach into the paper bag to retrieve a mango, tossing it at him. "For your troubles, good sir," you goofily tease, smiling when he easily catches it and smirks before shutting the back of the trunk's hatch and striding over, seamlessly slipping the fruit into his jacket's pocket before he pulls you over from closing the door.

"Mmm, I know another juicy treat I'd rather have right now, querida," he purrs as he encircles your waist, glancing over his shoulder back at the house to see if your grandmother isn't spying over before he squeezes your ass cheekily.

You swat him lightly on the shoulder and lean up to kiss his lips.

"Perv," you snicker playfully and slink away so you can close the passenger door. "You didn't have to give her your number," you muse as you strut back to him and he falls in step with you as you head back to the sidewalk.

"It's not an issue. I'm here a lot. Wouldn't hurt," he retorts coolly, hand sweeping down your lower back to hook around your hip and herd you close as you walk back to the front gate.

As if your heart couldn't gush with more love for this man, he gives you a tender look before pressing a loving kiss to your temple as you stroll up the walkway to the house, and you melt like a cube of sugar dumped into a piping cup of coffee.

Once you both say goodbye to your grandmother, she watches dotingly from the porch as Javi takes your hand and escorts you to your car, where you hug him and share a chaste kiss before you murmur into his ear, "I'm going to spend this whole drive back thinking of the most salacious, depraved, and lewd things I'm going to do to you when you get into town."

Javier's eyes flare with edgy enticement and he has to suppress the urge to grab you and retaliate naughtily when he knows your grandmother is watching, so he grouses, "You are such a wicked little tease—"

"Mmhmm, I know," you purr sweetly, keeping your expression chaste as you give him one last squeeze and slink into the driver's seat. Tossing your hair flirtatiously back and giving him a brilliant smile, you bat your lashes when you see how his jeans are barely concealing the outline of his cock as it fills out at your daring teasing, so you chime from the rolled down window, "See you later, guapito."

He leans into the window and growls, "Just know that I'm gonna remember this when I'm at your door, so be prepared to get it," and when your eyes blaze with intrigue, he steals a quick kiss and pulls back before he gets carried away. "Call me when you get home."

Your smile is enchanting as you wink at him after turning the car on and putting it in gear. Javi goes to the sidewalk as you pull out and U-turn, and once you're pulling away, you wave at your grandmother from where she stands on the porch before driving off.

Smirking, he watches you go, and once your little hatchback has turned down the end of the block and out of sight, he digs his hands in his jacket and snickers when he feels the mango while he starts walking to his car.

"Psst, before you go, mijo? Come over here," your grandmother calls over to Javi, and he quirks his brow and dutifully goes up the walkway and approaches the spry older woman. "I know she likely hasn't told you, because she's a pain, but her birthday is two weeks from tomorrow," she confides and winks when Javier's eyes widen interestedly. "Do me a favor and give her my gift for me?"

"Of course. At your service," Javier chuckles and waits for her to rush inside to retrieve the surprise.

She returns a few minutes later and is holding a wrapped box, eyes twinkling happily as she hands it to Javi. "One more thing," she chimes, and he nods and gets closer when she gestures for him to incline, as if she needs to confide it secretly. "If you break her heart, I will hunt you down and beat you like a piñata," she states with deadly sweetness, smile serene and eyes warm with affection while she levels the threat.

Javier's expression is priceless as she playfully pats his cheek and tells him to have a blessed day. He only snaps out of his disarmed awe when he goes out the front gate, and when he gets to his car and turns to see her waving adorably at him from her front door, he can't help wryly beam. He returns the wave and smiles back, knowing exactly how far from the tree you fell, and deciding he absolutely loved it.

Once you're through the front door with your things hours later, you are eager to flop backwards on your bed from the long drive. Setting your tote and suitcase by the bed, you toss yourself onto the cushy surface and sigh. You know you have to go right back out and get groceries for the upcoming week, but then you remember a needed chore.

Rushing onto your feet and down the hall, you pick up the phone and dial.

"Peña," is the crisp greeting once the call is answered.

"I'm home, chavón," you chime, smiling as you hear him grumble something. "What was that?" is your innocent lilt.

"Seductora atrevida. I can't believe you talked dirty to me with your abuela watching us," he rumbles, and you giggle.

"I did not talk dirty to you," you flippantly purr. "How'd you like the mango?" is your silly deflection as you idly twirl the coiled cord of the receiver in your forefinger.

Deciding two could play this game, Javier lowers his voice and murmurs wickedly, "Not as juicy as your pussy."

You gasp, scandalized laugh bubbling out as you chide, "Javier! Ugh, that does not sound sexy—"

"It was good, just not as good as eating you out, is all," he muses simply, as if he's not telling you filth. "You're sweet and juicy like a peach," he murmurs into your ear, and you get goosebumps when he hums as if he's reminiscing.

"N-no woman wants to be told she's juicy," you insist and try not to sound tantalized. "And the fact you've thought about this enough to say so—"

"Of course I have. Thought about it last night while I got off on the scent of your panties—"

Your face burns when he tells you how he jerked off to your scent and had to stifle his sounds of pleasure since Steve was in the studio upstairs, how he did it again this morning while he thought about you in the shower, and how he had to do it again when he got back after seeing you off. It has you getting a lewd thrill, making you fidgety from your clit throbbing at the raunchy images he's conjured for you, eager for needed friction to take the edge off of your desire.

"Beyako," you hiss airily, and hear his devious chuckle. "Where are you?"

"Outside CNP headquarters, waiting in the jeep for Steve," he remarks before sighing. "And here he comes. I'll call you tomorrow, hermosa."

Smiling, you purr, "Pórtate bien."

He grunts laconically at that and says goodbye before hanging up. You're grinning like a love struck idiot as you dial your grandmother next to let her know you made it home all right. You chat for a bit, asking her if the volunteers came by to help her with the potluck and to drive her to the church. After she tells you how nice of a day she had, she muses glibly, "Lo amenacé."

"…'Buela," you deadpan and facepalm before drawling, "Why would you threaten him?!"

She giggles, and you shake your head derisively as she tells you he took it in stride, and how much she likes Javier. It makes you smile, and you recall how he selflessly gave her his satellite number and insisted she call if she needed anything. Your heart skips a beat when she tells you he watched you go until you were out of sight, and once you finish chatting and hang up the phone, you lean against the wall and brush your hair back as you pine for your dashing lover.

The pining flutters incandescently in you the rest of the day as you go run errands and get ready for the week ahead. Your grandmother, of course, overdid it and gave you a bounty of fruit from her backyard, so you parcel out your favorites and take the rest to work with you. Ellis is ecstatic, loving all tropical fruit and being a glutton for mangos specifically. What he doesn't take, you walk up to Mil Group and Centra Spike with, handing out the tasty fruit and tossing a plum over to Lou as he reclines in his leather chair and grins while on a call.

The fellas are still happy from the last time you brought their favorite doughnuts a few weeks back when you'd come up to smoothen things over after showing them all up on the range. You'd snickered at the blue ribbon hanging from the paper target you'd lit up with your deft firing, and they'd all hassled you for details on how you'd gotten so good at shooting, but Luke had mercifully waved them back and led you out while they boisterously booed him.

When you hand him a nice mango, he drawls, "You spoiling us is just something they're gonna get used to and start expecting, you know."

"Ah, anything to keep you guys motivated and ready for your laptops," you grin and wave a casual 'see yah later' as you walk down the hall towards the elevators.

You help Ellis finish up the last of the OS setups on the latest requisitions until late, chatting pleasantly about everything you did during your week off. Of course, you omit all the craziness of Friday night, and the zaniness of Saturday with Javi. While you drive home, though, you can't help wonder what Ellis would even think about your passionate, albeit hot-tempered love affair with the roguish DEA agent, and unbidden, your mind plays out a scenario of you taking Javi to a movie night over at Ellis and Anita's. Cuddling close to him on the cozy loveseat, shooting Ellis squinty glares whenever he cracked a joke or teased you, all the while Javier squeezes you affectionately to him and whispers something racy to you in Spanish—

Sardonically, you sigh at yourself, parking in front of your complex and heading up to your apartment. Once you're sitting in the comfy chair across from the TV with your dinner balanced on your knees, you multitask writing up a schedule for yourself on upcoming tutorials and transition discussions with other teams within the Clerical Operations office. The balcony doors are open, letting in a lovely breeze while the little black cat lounges next to the empty tuna bowl you set out for her once she'd scratched and yowled to be let in. You can't be picky with the company you keep, and find yourself missing your grandmother…missing Javi deeply.

The news is on, recounting the latest strife and cartel criminality when your phone rings. Setting your half-eaten dinner to the coffee table, you rush over to pick up the receiver from the mounted cradle.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Javier's honeyed drawl perks you up, doting smile already cresting your plush lips. "How was your first day back?"

"It wasn't bad. Busy," you remark and lean your shoulder to the wall the phone mount is adjacent. "You?"

"Not great. Word is Carrillo is gonna get reassigned, but nothing official yet. Steve and I are heading back to Bogotá for a meeting with Noonan," he muses in a pensive baritone before clearing his throat and murmuring, "Can I see you Wednesday? We're catching a ride back that morning. I can come over at the end of the day."

"Yes," you answer, and hesitate before you ask the next thing, worried about prying. "Is…Is everything okay? It's just a run of the mill meeting, I mean," you ask, but are trying to keep from being too nosy.

Javi huffs before muttering, "Yeah, I'm sure she's just gonna give us shit about one thing or another, but really there's nothing she can nail us on. Probably gonna reinforce that we're not to get involved in Colombian matters as far as the cartel is concerned."

You hum and adjust to lean backwards to the wall. "That sounds like a phone call, not a meeting—" you begin to jibe.

"Well she just relishes telling us off in person, so she'd not pass up the chance to reprimand us," he sarcastically grumbles, and you sigh, so he amends his tone when he croons, "What're you wearing?"

"Nope! You're not pulling that again, fresco," you scold sardonically, and when he chuckles in a gravelly tone, you press in a seductive purr, "But Wednesday? When I answer the door? Who knows what I'll have on…if anything at all."

Javier groans heatedly. "You wouldn't dare—"

"Wouldn't I?" you counter sultrily. He suppresses a surly rumble, so you chime sweetly, "I love you, beyako."

His chuckle is velvety, sending heat down your body. "I love you, seductora," he purrs back. "See you Wednesday, preciosa."

You buzz with delight and say goodnight before hanging up and simmering with yearning for him the rest of the night.

By the time Javier is walking into their department Wednesday morning, he's buzzing with sensual anticipation, raunchy thoughts prying into his serious deliberations about the meeting they have. He can't help wonder what you'll do when he sees you tonight, mind replaying every titillating and sensationally shameless thing you've done. His favorites sharing the rotation are when you were dominant and wound him up with need, and when you surprised him in that red lace teddy.

He's so distracted that when Steve dramatically sighs at the pile of paperwork on his desk while he shrugs out of his blazer and hangs it on the back of his desk chair, Javier is on delay and has to snap himself out of his filth-addled daze to yank his own chair out and drop into it, forgetting to pull his service weapon out of the back of his waistband and only remembering to do so when he sees Steve do it.

Steve yanks his desk drawer open to store his piece and pauses, scrunching his nose curiously. "What the hell?" he intones and pulls out a mango with a sticky note attached to it. The sight is so odd that Javier pauses and quirks a brow, hand hovering to a stop before yanking his own drawer open. When his partner snorts, he grunts for him to clarify. "It says, 'Sorry for cussing you out.' Hah…she's good," is his drawl before placing his gun in the drawer, shutting it, and plopping down in his chair, shooting Javi a wry, albeit approving grin as he spins the fruit in his palm. "I like her."

Javier snickers, shaking his head sardonically as he goes to pull his drawer open.

He doesn't expect instant heat to start creeping up his neck to scald across his cheeks and flare up his ears, but his body triggers the pining lust at the mere sight of the pristine, unblemished peach sitting on top of a legal notepad.

No note, but then again – no note is needed. Mercifully, Steve's distracted while he tries to cut a sliver of his mango with the Swiss Army knife he's retrieved from his pants pocket, so Javier can bury his fierce want by hurriedly putting his piece in the drawer. However, he can't help caress his fingertips delicately over the fuzzy, velvety seam of the fruit before suppressing the lewd thrill that winds in his apex while parroting Steve's praise in his mind and smirking to himself. She's so fucking good…

You feel accomplished that you were able to covertly sneak into the department earlier in the morning and leave the hidden contraband, and as you walk out of your department's teams meeting, your pulse is zinging like quicksilver in your veins as anticipation builds for later tonight. Do you have a plan? Most definitely, and you only wish you'd have Javi all to yourself indefinitely to revel in it, but know you can't be greedy. Not in the middle of the work week, anyway…

"Hey! You coming to happy hour tonight?" Ellis rushes up and falls into stride with you. "This week's the last chance to schmooze CIA before our presentation next week."

"I can't. Sunday wasn't enough time for me to catch up with errands and chores. Maybe Friday?" you lie and propose, smiling when he nods and gives you the silly finger gun gesture and clicks his tongue as he waltzes off to the break room before your next meeting.

Once you're sitting at your desk and catching up on memos a few minutes before you have to start heading down to the conference room, idly tapping your pen on the edge of the desk as you read, you become so distracted that you jump when your phone rings. Answering and giving your curt greeting, you glance over at the clock just as the amused rasp tickles through the earpiece. "Steve says thanks for the mango."

Your heart does that fluttery thing before feeling like a strummed instrument that's reverberating through to your core. "He's very welcome. How was the meeting?" you chime softly and collect your things to be ready to rush off to the conference room.

"I'll tell you later," he mumbles flatly before murmuring in a husky tone, "Remember what I said. You better be ready to get it—"

"What time can I expect you?" you deflect affably, mirth cresting your eyes as you hear him hum in that simmering way that tells you, 'Mmm, you're being bad,' so you proclaim with honey in your tone, "I look forward to getting it."

Javier grunts at that, sounding a bit flustered, so you imagine Murphy's just walked back into their shared office just as you taunted him with that, or maybe he's shameless enough to taunt you, but getting taunted back with his partner grinning over at him has him riled? Who could say, but either way, it's a delicious sound, and he clears his throat before muttering coolly, "Around 8. Gotta drop off a certain gringo who loves to be chauffeured around—" you hear Steve scoff before deadpanning, 'Yeah, sure,' while Javi continues, "Once I stop off at my place I'll come right over."

Smiling, you look up and realize you're a minute late, so you muse, "Sounds good. See you then, amado," making sure to whisper the last word and pet name from possible prying ears.

Once he's hung up, Javier can't stifle the content smile that tugs at the corners of his boyish lips and unearths a dimple from his cheek. Steve glances up from his file and catches his partner's look before he's able to flint it away. He doesn't mention it until they're both in the car at the end of the day and driving to their apartment block, though.

"So, is it serious?" he asks and glances over at Javi in the driver's seat. When he just tenses and tries to concentrate on driving instead of answering, Steve presses, "It looks serious."

Sighing uncomfortably, Javier muses in a deliberating tone, "We're figuring things out. We—I'm not good at this."

"But…you're both exclusive?" Steve asks, trying to mask his intrigue at seeing Javi tense and…insecure? Something about how he toys with his moustache before pinching his forefinger and thumb to catch his bottom lip, and how his dark eyes squint. "Think you'll actually make it to the altar with this one?" he goads, and Javi's hackles rise before he shoots him a sarcastic glare. "C'mon, man. She verbally flayed me and berated you in front of Carrillo, and you didn't run for the hills. I know you love her—"

"Are you detective Murphy now?" Javier grouses flippantly as he turns down the block.

"You haven't said it out loud to anyone but her, huh," Steve muses, ignoring Javi's flippant deflection. When Javier scoffs and squares his shoulders, he considers relenting, but then the tenacious spark twinkles in his blue eyes as he smiles before drawling, "Shit, it would be serious but she's calling the shots, is that it?"

Javier glances at him – expression etching into that stoic regard Steve has come to recognize when he's hit the nail on the head, but his partner doesn't want to confirm nor deny it. Pulling up to the driveway and parking, Steve is completely prepared to drop it, but when Javier turns the ignition off and exhales moodily, he pauses in his seat before exiting.

"If it was up to me, everyone would know we're together."

Steve takes a moment to absorb that, brows quirking as he tilts his head and twists his lips in a 'makes sense' sort of expression of understanding before he remarks simply, "Well…it's totally understandable why she'd want to keep it quiet."

Javier shoots him a dirty look. "Am I that much of an asshole?"

"Nah, man. But it's not easy to be a professional woman. And here? Working at an embassy surrounded mostly by men – in computer stuff, no less? Most of the other women who work at the consulate – save for Noonan – are secretaries or office staff," Steve ruminates out loud and offers Javi a reassuring smile. "She strikes me as someone who'd be heading a department soon, so any kind of office rumors ain't something that'll help people take her seriously. Plus, the way she went off on you? It's obvious she's not just feeling something casual."

Stumped, Javier looks away and snickers – surprised that hearing it said so plainly by someone he trusts has put it in perspective. Sure, you've yelled it at him a few times, and he understood, but having a third party perspective settles his anxiety on the whole matter.

"Yeah. I love her. But that's all I'll say anymore about it," Javier declares tersely and turns to Steve, raising a brow when the other man grins at him. "What?"

"I'm just thinking about how tickled pink Connie's gonna be when I tell her—"

"Fuck off, you're not telling Connie unless you want to incur her wrath again," Javi cuts in with a snarky edge, but his expression is derisively quirked. "I'm serious. You think Saturday was brutal? You do not want to get on her bad side."

Steve sputters, "Booo," comically before lamenting goofily, "I can't keep secrets from my wife—"

"Yeah fuckin' right. That's why your ass is always in trouble—cuz you're whipped," Javier jeers humorously as he exits the car.

Blowing a raspberry, Steve gets out too and they head up the front steps.

Showered and out of his stuffy suit, Javi is striding through the entryway and across the courtyard of your complex a while later, duffle with a change of clothes in his hand as he takes the steps up and tries to not vibrate with pent-up excitement. He'd been horny all damned day from your little stunt with the peach, and even after jerking off in the shower, his anticipation has need roiling in his gut and tethering down to his loins to pulse wantonly in expectation. Will you really answer the door naked? Or maybe you'll surprise him with some sinful lingerie he'll ache to tear off you?

His mind is telling his raunchy deliberations to shut up as he gets to the landing and struts over to your apartment's front door. Dusk has long come and gone, but that blushy-purple hue is glowing in the horizon line, so when he gets to your door, his hand freezes in mid-knock as the yellow sticky note stands out against the dark wood under the early-twilight. Surprised, he snatches it from the door and reads your pristine cursive script.

Door's unlocked. Come in.

Befuddled for a nano-second, Javi's mind immediately delights at the salacious anticipation that leaps up through him and has his heart racing. His breath stutters out before he settles his titillated thrill and wraps his hand around the doorknob.

Opening the door, he tentatively walks in. He hesitates at the threshold, so he sets the note aside as he surveys the seemingly quiet and sparsely lit interior of your living room. He realizes the only light source is coming from a flickering continental candle that's on the kitchen island. Closing the door and locking it behind himself, Javi strains his hearing before calling out, "Querida?"

"In here," you answer from the bedroom beyond the hallway, which looks just as dimly lit as he starts to lope over. When he comes to a halt at the doorway, Javier's jaw drops at the sight of you, and so does his duffle when he lets it go to plop onto the floor next to your dresser.

The room is lit with a few more strategically placed candles that cast a decadent glow over your nude body while you lie in nubile repose on your bed with delectably juicy pieces of fruit cleverly placed over your body. The curtains over the windows flutter from the breeze filtering in through the open slats and also providing the other source of light in the room from the dusk moon's rays as they peek through. You're pleasantly popping a cubed piece of mango into your mouth from the small plate you have next to you on the bed when he walked in, and your eyes are twinkling seductively as you chew pristinely before smiling at him.

"Hungry?"

Of all the delicious, raunchy, and sinful things he could've conjured, this blows them all away, and Javi is beside himself with overwhelmed arousal at the sight of you. Your body is supple from the cocoa butter you massaged into your skin post-shower, luscious hair fanned out over the perfectly propped pillow keeping you semi-reclined, and the assortment of pieces of fruit look mouth-watering as they hide your bodacious bounty to him. Thinly sliced mango petals conceal your nipples, delicate papaya cubes line in single file down your sternum, stomach, and below your navel, while juicy peach slices crest a pattern over your mound.

The look Javi's giving you has desire thrumming excitedly in your core, and when his eyes fixate on your apex after you taunt him, your aching center tingles and gets wet. That little insecure part of you doesn't get to chide about this being so silly once Javier is rushing out of his clothes, which sends a jolt of yearning to gush into your clenching pussy. His boots are toed and kicked off as he tosses his jacket, sets his gun aside on your dresser, yanks his stretchy button-up off his head and tugs his belt and jeans open while keeping his ravenous stare fixed on you, watching as your breath quickens in anticipation.

Completely naked, Javi sinks his knees onto the bed and looms over you, taking you in as if you're a feast and he's a starving man. His dick is thick and hard, flushed at the head and twitching minutely as his hungry gaze drinks you in. You can't help the involuntary dampening of your lips at the sight of his cock, hoping you'll get to feel it's weight on your tongue.

"Want to have a taste, mi amor?" you murmur breathily, eyes alluring and lips parting with sumptuous smugness all the while you're fighting not to fidget as the juice from the peaches leak down your mound to drip along your pussy while your clit throbs lasciviously.

Javier has to stifle the shudder that wants to tremble him through as he makes a tempted sound deep in his chest. He spares a glance at the plate with more fruit set aside on the bed within your arm's reach, and manages to steady his tone into a husky mutter as he asks, "Can I eat from anywhere?"

Your thighs clench and your cunt squeezes around nothing at that, drenching you and making your breath catch prettily as you nod, not trusting your voice to not crack or come out in a whine.

The candlelight filters over his tan skin, making it look even more golden under the warm glow, eyes flashing chocolate as he lowers over you and hovers so close, but doesn't touch you. When he worries his bottom lip between his teeth and exhales shakily, you can't help yourself. You're aching to kiss him, so you pluck a piece of fruit unseeingly from the plate and tip your chin up invitingly before placing the papaya between your lips. Javier's eyes flare with desire as you tilt your face up in offering.

Seeing your plush lips wrapped around the treat has arousal tangling in his gut, spurring him to bring his lips over yours and duel with your mouth for the prize. The sweet fruit has flavored your mouth and drenched your lips with its juices, and Javi remembers how he'd told you how juicy your pussy is, so his lust compels him to lick into your mouth teasingly before pulling back to trail wet devotion over your skin.

He bestows open mouth kisses down your neck before he trails the tip of his tongue into the dip of your throat while you hiccup a mewl of yearning. Your thighs are clenching, rubbing together, seeking friction and feeling depraved at how sticky you are from the fruit and your excitement. Once Javi eats the fruit off your nipples and laves the delicate flesh until it pebbles against his tongue, he skates his mouth down your torso to collect more bits of fruit before surprising you and reaching back up your body to offer you the debauched offerings with his mouth. You both share the delicious sweetness before torridly kissing until Javi pulls back and reins in some base impulse, and stares into your eyes with his smoldering gaze.

He holds your gaze as he prowls down your body until he leans his face close to your apex before dipping down to flick the tip of his tongue at the plump juncture of your mound to pluck a piece of peach into his mouth. Your strangled gasp and flinch fuels something lewd to burn up in his core, inspiring him to finally pry your thighs apart and open before he lies between them and buries his face in your drenched cunt.

"Ah!" you cry out ardently, knees drawing up and opening you wide to him as he moans into your pussy. His hands pin your thighs in place so he can swipe a languid lick to spread your folds and savor every inch of your dripping and honeyed center.

Javier is drunk off your taste and greedily wants for more, so he nuzzles your clit and hums into your delicate center before kissing you deep while his fingers clamp into the plump and supple sinew of your thighs as you twitch and reflexively try to squeeze your legs shut from the onslaught of pleasure and needy friction.

The two remaining slices of peach dribble down from your chaliced apex to stick to your womb when he devours you with gusto and tilts your pelvis up to give him access to your fluttering heat as he spears his tongue into your sweet cunt.

"N-Nngth—Ja-Javi!" you wail in a breathy tone, hands digging into the bedding below you as you writhe and ride his mouth. He growls into you, vibrating your hypersensitive flesh and causing your pulsing clit to throb, ripping a reedy cry of, "Oh-Oh, Javi—!" from you as you buck greedily onto his tongue.

His cock is straining against the bed, pressed flush against his belly and the covers as he feels you start to quake and clench around his talented tongue. The sight of him – this broad-shouldered, dashing man you love with his mouth buried in your pussy and his molten eyes half-lidded and dark with heady lust while his tongue fucks you close to the edge of bliss has you whimpering and arching your back off the bed when your orgasm begins to crescendo in you.

"Oh god, yes—mmm!" you ramble before dissolving into a needy moan and tossing your head back when Javi twirls his tongue out of your sheath to press wet friction against your clit before his mouth purses over the pearled bud and groans around it. Your cry of his name becomes an inarticulate whimper of ecstasy as you climax.

Your cunt is empty when you start to come, but while Javi worships your clit with his mouth, he suddenly shoves two fingers into you and curves them up against your clamping walls, causing you to warble a cry and go taut, hand flying out to tangle in his hair as you grip the other in your own scalp and beg his name up to the ceiling.

Javier watches you through lust-glossed eyes as you lose control and cry out from the onslaught of pleasure. He keeps his mouth over your clit, pressing the flat of his tongue flush over it while his lips suckle velvet warmth into your pleasure point and his fingers work through your rippling, flooding cunt. His cock is leaking pre-cum against his belly while he ruts against the covers to ease the urge for friction coiling up in his gut to pulse beseechingly at his dick. He's able to hold steadfast to his ravenous concentration by drinking in your trembling, unabashed sigh of hunger as your fluttering eyes half-lid and a wondrous smile crests your plush lips.

You are wrecked by how ravished and buzzing you are from the searing orgasm, uncaring of how debauched you look or how sticky you are, hands flopping to your sides as you feel Javier set your hips down. You feel your pelvis sink back into the bed, and dimly, you realize you're panting like a reedy thing, staccato pattern matching your rushing heartbeat.

"Tan deliciosa."

His husky grouse has the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end and a shiver flickering through you as your eyes open, hooded and dazed gaze sharpening on how alluringly rapacious his stare is as he prowls onto his knees before propping himself over you with one hand while the other swipes his slick-coated fingers through your dripping folds before mapping them up to your mound, through the soft curls that are sticky from the wet peach slices that are currently clinging to your womb. Licking his lips of the gleam that's shining in his moustache, Javier trails his damp fingers along your smooth skin and scoops the two slices up before bringing them to his lips and devouring them, making sure to slip his sullied fingers into his mouth as well while you watch. He sucks his deft digits clean and hums as if he's savoring a sugared treat, which only makes you gasp and tingle with debased thrill.

Javi admires how sinful you look, legs splayed open under him and body covered in drying juice tracks, nipples studded and chest heaving from your shallow breaths as you demurely press your panting lips together to stare up at him like a heavenly temptress. Smugly, he recedes his fingers from his mouth and drags the saliva-wet digits over the swell of a breast as he lowers close to ghost his breath over your cheek.

Your knees flinch closed and press into the sides of his hips as you react and stifle a little noise of raptured hunger while you fidget your hands up to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. Breathily, you mewl, "W-Want you, Javi—"

"Roll over and get on your hands and knees."

Your words stutter into an enthralled, albeit hesitant gasp as you blink up at him. "B-But, I thought," you stammer, but the smoldering look he's giving you has you riling into flustered yearning. Dampening your lips and batting your lashes when he raises his brow questioningly at you and grunts for you to say what you want, you find yourself taunting, "I thought I was gonna get it?"

The molten heat that darkens his eyes when you say that has your cunt clenching. "You will – after you do as you're told, you fucking sexy little tease," he grounds out in a hoarse baritone and nudges your chin with a possessive nuzzle before he leans back on his haunches to loom over you, knees planted between your thighs. The fact he doesn't move from his current position means you have to wiggle upwards into your pillow and scamper up, and then pivot yourself from being on your back to angling into a doggystyle position.

Your cheeks burn and your breathing is pitchy as you do as you're told and get on your hands and knees before tossing your hair from your shoulder so you can look back at him. He grunts in approval before seating a hand tenderly at your hip while he reaches for the forgotten plate of fruit now near the edge of the mattress. He swivels it closer and plucks up a mango piece, and your gaze on the piece distracts you from how he raises his other hand and smacks your plump ass.

You yelp and buck your hips involuntary from the light sting, biting your lip as you feel yourself get so wet from his possessive treatment. The smack is immediately soothed by the cool wetness of the peach piece he glides over your plump flesh, and you mewl softly when you feel that piece skate up the curve of your rounded cheek before he places it to balance above the cleft of your ass.

Gasping, you venture a shy look at him, lips parted and eyes gleaming at him when he flicks his gaze from the debauched altar he's preparing to take his communion from to your meek, pretty expression. His features etch into that wanton, fierce look of urge that cannot be bartered with, and you stifle a little sound as he strums his fingers down the length of your spine before pressing to angle your pelvis out and up for him. Doing so causes your tight ass to be exposed while your still-drenched cunt pulses with need to be filled by his cock.

Javier hums and bows his head to swipe the piece of fruit up and off you after he's laved his tongue up to lick at the juices that dripped over the tight ring of your ass.

You inhale a startled gasp and twitch at the contact, so wound up with desire and aching that you whimper, "Javi, please—"

"I'm not letting all this fruit go to waste," he purrs hotly as he chews the mango and plucks a meaty piece of peach up and juices it between the tight valley of your plump cheeks, dragging it all the way down to nudge into your clenching cunt. At your strangled moan and flustered fidgeting, Javier brushes an open mouthed kiss to the small of your back before dragging the piece of fruit back up your nether regions and dislodges it from your tight crevice to pop it into his mouth, eating with gusto. "Be a good girl and let me enjoy savoring every inch of you, querida," he rumbles and dips to lick you from cunt to ass.

Your toes curl and you crumple onto your elbows from how the wicked lick turns your joints to jelly, mewling, "Y-Yes, oh, Ja-Javi—" as he starts eating you out from behind while his big hands knead and toy with the plump flesh of the globes of your ass, clasping possessively with his palms and digging his fingers into the supple muscle. He growls against you and flicks his tongue up from the clutch of your pussy to tease along your tight ring.

Brain filling with static, your breath catches and you lose all sense of shame when his fingers stretch into your cunt while his mouth worships your ass. His other hand gropes up your inner thigh to curl his fingers around to the hood of your clit before grinding them over it in time with his fingers plunging in and out of your pussy. Just as you're feeling strummed into a tizzy by the friction against your clit, Javi glides his touch away and taps your ass lightly before skimming his thumb down the cleft of your ass.

Spasms of overwhelmed delight course from your core like silken fire over your flooded senses before nestling between your thighs at the wanton havoc he's wreaking. Your eyes roll back when Javier starts to teasingly press his thumb against your asshole while suckling a kiss into the meat of your plump ass cheek and simultaneously pivoting the fingers inside your fluttering sheath to curl. The inarticulate cry that melts out of you is filthily wrought and a delight to Javi's ears as he feels your walls strangle around his fingers and the already tight ring of muscle clench against his touch before you come.

Your thighs are shaking from the effort of holding you up when all you want to do dissolve into the air. The only thing keeping you from doing so is the feel of Javier's tongue licking your pussy, feeling the wet appendage curl devotedly into your chalice and lap you up of your climax while his hands prop your thighs up.

Eventually, you feel his hot mouth recede to be replaced with the cool air coming from the night breeze wafting through the windows, and you shiver and flatten out on your tummy when Javier nudges you affectionately with his guiding touch.

"Hmm, there's still some fruit left," you hear over your buzzing pulse as it thrums in your ears. "Pórtate bien and stay still for me, hermosa," Javi purrs as you feel the mattress shift to one side from him reaching for more fruit from the plate.

You writhe and mewl, "B-babe, please, need you—"

"Keep it up, and I'll leave you like this," Javier admonishes smugly and you squirm excitedly when you feel his cock skim along your ass before he lightly slaps it tauntingly against you before nudging it to drag teasingly along your tight cleft.

The heady power of being in control of your pleasure is the only thing keeping him from pouncing on you and burying his cock deep, and truthfully, the delicious revenge he's wreaking over you from all of your teasing is as sweet as the fruit he's devoured. It's the perfect counterpoint to his throbbing, rapacious need that's got his erection pulsing from lack of carnal gratification. But he can deny himself for a little longer. After all, this will fuel his dirty mind on the cold and lonely nights to come – the way you're fighting to not squirm, how blown out your pupils are and how both sets of lips are wet and needy for him.

It's all too good to pass up savoring.

So, when Javier skims another piece of fruit between your shoulder blades to leave a messy juice trail in its wake, you try to clamp your thighs together, but he anticipates the move and maneuvers his knee placement between your legs, thwarting your seeking of friction. The frustrated hum you let out earns a wicked chuckle from him and curls arousal in your stomach.

"Such a needy little thing," he teases in a thick tone as he leans down to lick at the sugared trail the fruit left on your skin, earning a groan from you. "I could do this all night—"

"Now who's the t-tease," you challenge breathily and bite your lip when he retaliates by suckling a possessive kiss into the meat of your left buttock.

"It's still you, malcriada deliciosa," he drawls before claiming the peach piece from the small of your back where he placed it.

Your hands twist into the bedding as you try not to squirm like a desperate tart that's aching for his cock, but you most definitely are longing to be filled by the delicious stretch of his heavy, hard flesh – wanting to be claimed to the hilt by it. Javier is contemplating placing a piece of fruit at each exquisite divot created by the underside of your ass connecting to the back of your thighs when you find yourself exhaling a charged breath. You deliberately buck your pelvis up from the bed and jostle Javier, shifting the hand pressed into the mattress where he's leaning his weight into and distracting him from staring at your ass.

"All I've been thinking about is you slamming your cock into me for days," you offer on a whine and slink your body to present more of your pussy to him while not bending your knees, technically staying still. "I want it, Javi. Please give it to me."

Javier's breath catches in his chest at your filthy petition, all plans to prolong his feasting derailed and swept away by the carnal want that crests up and has him acting on hardwired instinct, and right now? His instinct demands he pounce on you, gather you up against him and shove his cock inside you. How he goes about it is by pivoting you onto your side and huddling behind you, forcing you to curl lusciously against him and buck back into his lap when he slams his cock into your drenched, silken sheath.

You shout in delight and cling an arm to hook at his nape and grip the arm he wraps around your waist as he fucks hard into you, cock pumping in a piston-like pace in and out of your eager pussy, and tearing wild little noises of sinful reveling as you start pleading filth against his jaw after he tucks his chin against your shoulder and moans.

"Hnng—f-fuck me, Javi! Wanna be yours, just yours—"

Javi shudders and moans against your neck as his mouth suckles desperate kisses into your skin, sounds of him pounding his cock and the slapping of skin against skin filling the room below your torrid praise.

"So good—always fuck me like I want. N-Need it so bad-ahhng—" you cry breathily and gasp when the hand hoisting your legs to remain bent for him possessively gropes its way between your thighs and scorches delighted pleasure into your clit. Your moan catches in the back of your throat, causing you to strangle out, "Oh-nngth!" as your grip tightens behind his nape to fist into the hair at the back of his head as you begin to arch taut in his arms. "¡Te amo-te amo-te amo—!" you're whimpering mindlessly as Javi crescendos your climax to flood you over with ecstasy when he adjusts the cant of his hips to slam his cock dead-center into the cluster or pleasure nested inside you while his fingers rut over your clit.

You are melted sinew as you orgasm, all reason and awareness dissolving under the onslaught of hedonistic completion only Javi can unearth from you like this. He holds you and bottoms out in you when your silken heaven flutters and engulfs him before becoming vice-like rippling around the thick of him and tearing a heady groan from his parted lips. He already feels his balls start to draw up and tight when you're next petition crashes over his heightened senses.

"M-mi amor, mmm—pl-please, cover me in your cum," sails ravenously free from your lips and is quickly followed by the incandescent murmur, "I wanna feel it all over me."

Javier chokes on a stuttering, scalding sound that becomes a growl as the depraved urge singes up from his gut and lights him aflame.

Your pussy clamps down around nothing when he yanks his twitching, swelling cock out of you, earning a desperate whimper before it catches in your chest when he hurriedly tugs you possessively onto your back before he rushes into the open cradle of your thighs and shoves back into you and barrels into your clenching sheath. Javier manages a few frantic pounds into you before his thrusts stutter and he pulls out of your heat and fists his slick cock to stroke himself off into his powerful orgasm, painting your torso with his hot cum as he shoots his climax over your arching form.

"F-f-fuuuck!" Javi groans hoarsely with every pump of his cock as he spurts thick, pearly ropes of seed through his aftershocks, mouth falling open as he moans your name when you arch and revel in the illicit offering he's spilling over you.

Javier gasps and shivers before hunching his shoulders and gripping the hand that isn't fisting his dick onto the top of your knee as he collects his blown mind. You are panting and quivering, spent smile accomplished as you delight in how his warm essence drips down your sternum and collects in thick rivulets on your stomach and coats your womb. He's breathing heavy, trying to not collapse exhaustedly over you after such a fierce climax, eyes hooded as they drink you in, shuddering when you hum contentedly and unseeingly reach your hand out to the side. When you snag what you were seeking, you languidly trail the piece of mango down the line of your torso to skim into the heady spend coating you before drawing circles in his cum above your navel, and then bringing the now-truly ripened treat to your lips and flicking your tongue to taste before you hum and wrap your lips around it.

He watches you, riveted and awestricken beyond belief while a depraved wave of feral pride roils in his chest before zinging down into the tangle of urges in his gut.

"I missed your taste," you sigh after you devour the decadently coated piece and trail your fingers lazily through the mess he's made on your stomach, smiling sultrily as he exhales a shaky grunt and gazes reverently over you. "Next time? I'll be on my knees," you wink dreamily at him as you bring your sullied fingers to your lips and lick them clean of his cum. "That way you can bathe me in your cum—"

"Holy fucking shit," he exhales gruffly and reins in the enthralled shudder that jolts through him at your lewd suggestion. It conjures heavenly debauchery in his already-filthy fantasies, and seeing you euphorically marinate in his seed while he reins himself in to huff his enticement fuels something new in him. "I don't think I could ever love anyone else after this," he confesses unselfconsciously and leans over you to capture your lips with his.

You feel splendidly enamored and alight, floored by his words and basking in the moment.

Once he's sure his knees won't give out, Javier ambles off the bed to get a wet towel from the bathroom and returns to lovingly clean you of his decadence. You sigh and hum tenderly when he devotedly cleans your torso before dipping the cool towel between your legs. You look dreamy under the candle-filtered moonlight, so Javi drinks you in before slinking up along your side after discarding the towel to the floor. You smile when he starts to comb his fingers through your hair, and when he nuzzles you, your smile broadens as you purr, "That was worth all the teasing."

He huffs in amusement before cupping your cheek and guiding you to meet his kiss. Settling you to lie more comfortably on the bed so he can reach over you, Javi goes to grab the plate with the remaining few pieces of fruit when you skate your arm across the bed's surface and pull the plate from his reach. Instead of setting it aside, you bring it closer to your side and flick your mischievous stare up at his questioning look.

"You said you weren't going to let any of this go to waste."

Javier's gaze widens as you lean up and nudge him to curl backwards and lie into the bed so you can straddle him. Blinking up as you rub your palms into his warm chest, he murmurs, "I've had my fill, querida, so don't worry—"

"But I haven't," you interrupt sultrily, holding his gaze when you pluck a piece of peach from the plate and place it on his chest. "Quédate quieto and let me taste more of you."

Javi's chest broadens from the deep, excited inhale he takes, lips parting as he controls his charged breathing while you seductively prowl over him and strategically place the remaining fruit over him. You're pleased to see the effect it has on him, and when you place the last juicy piece of peach right over his scrotum, his cock strains up and a startled grunt comes from Javi as he twists his fingers into the bedding.

You shoot him a chiding, albeit playful look when he squirms at the sensation of the juices dripping down him, and your smug hum is a bit devious as you lean over to lick a particular track off his stomach. "Ah, s-shit, baby, that's not the one—" Javier begins to warn, getting riled by the sensation of the peach juice dripping down his sac, but he cuts himself off with a strangled gasp from you suckling a hard kiss into the skin above his navel.

"I know, chavón," you growl against his skin before laving your tongue over it. He groans and shivers from your tone and how your long hair is dragging teasingly over his tingling skin. "Be a good boy and let me enjoy your tasty skin like I want," you order provocatively and eat the fruit off his stomach.

Javier feels his cock throb at that, and he stretches his head backwards into the pillow in frustration, stifling a testy sound as you scorch delicious torture over his heated skin. His hands are white knuckling from gripping them into the bedspread in order to not grab you, and when you flick your tongue over the papaya piece you arranged over his right nipple, Javi has to dig his heels into the bed to not buck impulsively at the titillating contact.

Once all the pieces of fruit on his torso are devoured, you trail the tip of your tongue teasingly down his body, stopping here and there to kiss a muscle, nuzzle his hip, or breathe his warm spiced scent in before you startle him with a cheeky nip to his inner thigh as you nudge them apart.

His breath is getting shallow and pitched now as you avoid touching his aching cock to instead lay between his legs and smile up at him. "This looks quite delicious, guapito," you tease before blowing cool air over his delicate skin and watching his cock twitch as he takes a sharp inhale of excitement and bites a groan back. The gleam of pre-cum is glistening from his slit under the flickering light, and you are tempted to just take him into your mouth, but you're loving how the peach has him wound up, so you surprise him by swiping your tongue from the underside of his heavy sac with a sensual hum before you press a wet kiss to the soft skin under his cock.

"Nnngth-fuck, oh fuck," Javi exclaims tightly and digs his shoulders back into the bed to desperately keep himself still. "F-Feels so good, querida," is his husky sigh as he pants and fixates on your mouth massaging over the underside of his cock. "But you g-gotta get that peach off before—"

Javier cuts himself off when you reward him with your mouth engulfing over his scrotum to toy the juicy fruit around with your tongue before claiming it. He shouts an inarticulate murmur of delight, eyes flaring wide as he arches his back off the bed and groans your name, the coil of desire squeezing in his gut and threatening to snap loose just from you licking and sucking his balls. His thighs flex tight under your hands, and Javier muffles his moan with the hand he wrings over his mouth and swears rapaciously when you suckle a delicate sphere and lave velvet heat over it with your tongue. When you do the same with the other sphere and moan lusciously around it, Javi makes a needy sound before biting down on it and whimpering as his cock starts to pulse and strain around nothing.

Impulsively, he snatches his free hand to grip his throbbing dick and stroke, but your fingers clasp around his wrist and stop him as you release your mouth and lave a long, wet swipe from under his scrotum up the underside of his cock before pursing your mouth around the head and sucking it hard. Javi's mind hazes over with hot white pleasure as he writhes and whines against his hand just as he starts to come, his other hand flying from gripping his cock to clasp at your shoulder as your hand wraps around his length and strokes him through the searing orgasm. With accomplished hums around him, you milk him of his cum, cupping your hand lightly around his scrotum and massaging as you widen your jaw and train your breath in order to suck him down and prolong his awed and pleasure-addled bliss. He feels the contracting of your swallow when his dick is filling the back of your throat, and he makes a sound that has your core flooding over with want and throbbing into your clutching pussy.

The sense of euphoria that washes over him is exhilarating, leaving him slack as he lies on the bed while you stretch your lips to take more of his cock into your mouth and make a delicious little sound at the back of your throat that unearths twitching shivers from Javier as he pants and moans deliriously up at the ceiling.

Your jaw is burning, your lips aching from the strain of his thick cock stretching your mouth, but you are in heaven at feeling him spill his ecstasy so powerfully, using you as a chalice for his offering that you blissfully drink to your fill. With a wet pop, you lean back and gasp as his softening dick leaves your mouth, plush lips swollen from the effort, but smiling dreamily as you regain your breath and idly lick them while you sit up to gaze down at him.

Javier is gloriously wrecked on your bed, legs and arms flopped askew and chest broad as he heaves greedy gulps of air into his lungs while his abs soften from the post-ruinous delight of being ravished by your mouth. His tan skin is flushed up his neck and across his cheeks, and are his ears blushing?

You are filled with wicked pride at the sight, and how his nibble-worthy boyish lips are hanging open as he collects his staccato breath – brows arched and eyes closed as he rides the waves of rapture and buzzes content sounds as he starts to come down from the high? It's beautiful, and you love that you had this effect on him.

You caress a hand affectionately along his thigh, admiring the soft dark hair and warm muscle beneath your touch. While he recovers, you amble carefully over his leg to move the now-empty plate to the nightstand and sidle close to his scalding form, dotingly brushing the sweaty tendrils of hair that are flopped over his forehead back before lowering to press a kiss to his relaxed brow. He hums at the soft affection, and tilts his face towards you, seeking more, so you caress your fingertips along the curve of his cheekbone and brush your nose against his before planting kisses along his warm countenance.

"Eres tan rico, mi amor," you murmur sweetly and with genuine feeling, smiling when he exhales softly and his eyes flutter open, albeit heavy-lidded. His coffee-brewed depths are dark and glossy with satisfied lust, and you melt a little when he closes them and presses his forehead against yours trustingly. You cuddle him, relishing as he seeks your warmth and presses close to you, so your heart is able to take control of you mouth as you unselfconsciously utter in unfiltered feeling, "You're so good to me. I love making you feel good. You make me feel so good, Javi. I love you, to the point it scares me…but I don't ever want to lose this feeling."

Javier exhales a reedy sound, overwhelmed by how effected he is – how you're able to reach into him and strum everything that makes him yearn and burn and leave him raw with want. He encircles his arms around you and holds you close until he can wrap his forearms over each other and you bury your face into his neck and sigh in relieved happiness. The room is so quiet after you spoke your feelings into the ether, with only the flickering of the candle wicks, the breezy ruffle of the curtains, and both your calming breathing filling your hearing for what seems like a while. It all lulls you, and his warm skin and comforting scent help ease you into a docile snuggle into him, and when he rumbles a hum, you think he's feeling the same and are content to fall asleep like this.

"I don't ever want you to feel scared."

You don't trust your hearing at first, doubting the pensive murmur came from him, but when Javi shifts to lean back and tilt your face to meet his gaze, your heart flutters, lips parting to whisper, "I don't want to either. But, that's my issue—"

"It's not. I've done shit to make you feel that way," he grumbles, tone shifting to reassure, "You can ask of me, querida. Don't ever feel scared to tell me you need me to do things—or that you expect things from me. I will do whatever you need to make you feel safe."

Trembling, your eyes widen as he bares you to your very soul with such a resolute pronouncement, and you feel so overcome with hope. You yearn for it to be enough to quell the fear and doubts that plague you, and at this moment, it peels the shroud of lonesomeness away, and that's everything you need right now.

Burying your hand in the back of his hair and squeezing your other hand behind his shoulder, you press your forehead against his and murmur, "I love you, but I can't do that. We don't know what's going to happen—"

"What do you want to happen?" he asks, and you are taken aback as he holds your gaze.

It's the first time he's ever directly asked you, and you are suddenly unsure what to say. Have you thought about it, seriously thought about it? Yes, and it's too much for you to speak it into the universe. So, instead, you divert your gaze, and shyly explain, "What I want is unrealistic and unreasonable for me to ever ask of you, so…I won't," when you feel him tense and see his eyes crinkle with apprehension, you firmly add, "I just want to be with you however I can, Javi. I love you."

He can see how wrought with self-reproach you're becoming, so he relents and kisses you, appeasing softly, "I want the same, querida. I love you," smiling as he adds, "Even though you got me all sticky in spots I never want to feel sticky in."

You laugh, brilliant smile making his heart swell with pride. His delectable dimple flashes you when he smiles and eases the tension in you as you playfully hug and kiss him cheekily. "Awww, mi pobre chulito," you lilt and he scoffs at the pet name, but smiles affectionately when you nudge him onto his back so you can scamper to the edge of the bed and reach the discarded towel from earlier to give him the same doting aftercare he did. When you impishly caress it between his legs and to parts beyond, earning a silly grunt from Javi, you mischievously amble out of reach. Tossing the towel aside, you scamper away before he can grab you and retaliate provocatively. He wryly watches you blow out the candles on your side of the bed, and then duck under the bedspread before innocently batting your lashes at him.

Sardonically huffing, he does the same with the candles near him and yanks the bedspread up before slipping under the covers with you and wrapping his arm to lasso and haul you across the smooth sheets to cuddle against his warm form. You giggle and curl against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he lowers to capture your lips. The decadent flavors of all your shared debauchery linger under the sugars of the fruit and the warmth of your mouths, so you bask in the sensual melding of your lips and tongues for a delicious while until he lets you roll onto your side so he can spoon you lovingly.

Just as you're settling into a comforting silence, Javi kisses the back of your shoulder.

"How long were you laying with all that fruit on you?"

You snicker and give him a wily grin as you tip your features up, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well luckily for me, you're always punctual, so I timed it; figured I could put the note at the door 15 minutes before 8pm, then spend the rest of the time arranging the fruit," you tell him slyly and love his little mocking pout, so you add, "I would've been so pissed if you'd been late."

He laughs and presses his nose into the side of your neck and inhales before drawling, "It's a good thing I didn't stop to pick up cigarettes then."

You scoff and reach backwards to squeeze his thigh cheekily, earning a humorous chuckle he buries into your neck as he cuddles you impishly.

By the time dawn's rays are cresting through unimpeded into the room thanks to the slats being open, you are reluctant to wake up, so you pull the bedspread over your head and roll away from facing the windows, sleepily pressing up against Javi's back and looping your arm around his waist. He softly sighs and stretches so you can curl up closer. Your cheek rests against his back and you hum when you feel him adjust your arm so he can drape his over it.

About half an hour later, your alarm goes off, and you both groan and protest. Drowsily, you crawl to reach the damned thing and shut it off, but once you emerge from the cover of the bedspread, the early morning sun pries at you almost tauntingly. Huffing, you grumpily try to shield yourself with the bedspread, but Javi rolls and takes the length of the cover with him as he buries his head under a pillow and yanks the bedspread over him.

"Hey…quit it," you tiredly snicker and yank at the cover, trying to free enough of it to slip back under it. "Javi, quit being a hog—eep!" your haughty whine becomes a squeak when he suddenly reaches his arm out from under the bedspread and reels you under to be buried underneath him whilst he drapes himself over you, as if you were the pillow he needs.

"…Mmph," he mumbles into your breasts before nuzzling up into your neck. "Quit bein' cranky…" he mumbles lazily and brushes his mouth along your jaw. "Gotta get my beauty sleep—"

Your wry giggle causes his moustache to tickle your neck when he grumbles and impishly starts suckling kisses into your skin. "Oh, so you've spent half your life asleep then. That explains it," you deadpan derisively, so he squeezes you with irreverent affection. "We can't stay in bed, guapetón. No matter how much I wanna have my way with you," you faux lament, and he grunts dryly before tossing the bedspread away to expose you both to the sun.

Stubble peppers his cheeks and chin as he sits up and yawns, stretching his arms overs his head and pulling the tension taut from his broad back as he shifts to sit at the side of the bed. You watch him affectionately as he scratches his mussed hair and takes a cleansing breath before turning and smiling. You're still just lying in bed looking just as tired and tousled, but the way you return his smile has Javi buzzing.

Adjusting so his torso is facing you, he sweeps his molten gaze across your nude form before purring covetously, "Beautiful."

Your core tingles and burns at that, leaving you effervescent and longing, so you sit up and skim your fingertips along his side, loving how he hiccups a tense breath of excitement at the contact. "Mira quien habla. Sabes que eres bello," you muse flirtatiously and smirk.

Javi takes your hand before you can skate it away and brings it up to his face, guiding it to caress his jaw and to cup his cheek before you sit up to kiss his bare chest and tip his chin down so he can meet your lips.

You both kiss for a short while, content in just basking in each other's embraces in the early morning calm. Eventually though, you both reluctantly set out to go through the motions of your morning routine in order not to be late for work. You have to end up rushing though thanks to Javi rubbing his hard wet cock between your thighs when you shifted in the shower to rinse the soap off your torso. Of course, one thing led to another and you were blissfully getting fuck from behind while Javi hiked one leg up over his hooked forearm while you gripped the shower curtain with one hand and clutched the other under his bicep. Feeling him groan your name and slam his climax into you was just too exquisite to pass up, and the delightful sensation of his cum dripping in his wake before he replaced it with his talented fingers was definitely worth being a little late for.

Once he's pulling up to the curb of the street he drops you off at, you are risking being ten minutes late, but you really don't care. You lean over and kiss him, playfully hooking your fingers around the open collar of his blue shirt with the white buttons, tugging him closer. He acquiesces easily and buries a hand into the back of your dense tresses before deepening the kiss and skimming the fingers of the other hand up your thigh. They get to the edge of your skirt's hemline when you pull back and slap them away as you playfully admonish, "You can't get me all flustered—"

"You kissed me, troublemaker. I was perfectly fine until you instigated me," he grouses charmingly as he taps his curled forefinger under your chin and drawls, "Eres una coqueta, y lo sabes, atrevida."

You get turned on by his smoldering look and that damned debonair smile that inspires you to shrug knowingly and purr, "Fine, but I only like teasing you because you deserve it, burlón," then lean close and peck him on the lips before asking, "Can I see you tonight?"

He smirks, brushing a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear as he answers coolly, "Yes. We're gonna be in town indefinitely, I think. Wanna have dinner out tonight? We can go right after work."

Smiling, you nod and kiss him before chiming, "I'd like that. See you later, galán," then grab your things and go to open the door, but when he snags you and reels you back, you raise your brows in surprise.

Javi smugly steals another long, tender kiss from you before breaking it and smirking into your tantalized expression to purr, "I love you, guapita. Now, you can go." You scoff coquettishly at that and go to leave, and before you've wiggled out of the seat, Javi taps your ass and gets a silly squeak from you. "Well?" he presses goadingly, and you huffily snicker.

"I love you too, you fucking coqueto," you jibe flirtatiously before giving him a playful purse of your lips and shooting him a wink after he grunts and grins as you close the door.

He contentedly watches you strut off, pleased smirk softening when he replays your pensive shyness from last night, letting his curiosity needle him about what could be holding you back from telling him definitively what you want to happen.

Deciding not to stew on it and end up rocking the boat after finally settling things with you, Javier pushes it aside and drives to work, looking forward to something that doesn't involve the frustrating madness of hunting the damned cartel or the political jockeying. Instead, his thoughts are on you, on how happy you make him, and how he wants to do everything in his power to make you happy to be with him.

Your own thoughts are on the same topic, and as you make it to your desk, you are content to pine over your hopefulness and not worry about the consequences that wanting to be with Javi could entail.

Little do you know that it ultimately won't be up to you or Javi what you want when the powers that be decide to interfere – to test your resolve in the face of promised violence and reputational devastation. Will either of you be able to defy the self-fulfilling prophecy that says you're destined to insurmountable loneliness?

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Lindita = little cutie; pretty little girl

Navidad = Christmas

'Buela = short for 'abuela', aka grandmother

Caldero = Cauldron (old school rice cooking pot)

Rockerita = Rocker girl; Little rocker chick

Mijo = short for "mi hijo", a term of endearment akin to "my son/sonny"

Buen provecho = Bon apetit

Malcriada/malcriado = brat/spoiled

Mi niña = My girl; sweetie

Querida/querido = Affectionate term, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Guapito = affectionate way of calling a man handsome (in the diminutive term)

Chavón = a man that's pestering you

Seductora = Seductress

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

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

Hermosa = beautiful

Pórtate bien = Be good/Behave

Lo amenacé = I threatened him

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

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Amado = beloved (male)

Mi amor = My love

Tan deliciosa = [You're] so delicious

Te amo = I love you

Quédate quieto = Stay still (male)

Eres tan rico, mi amor = You're so delicious, my love

Mi pobre chulito = My poor little cutie (male); Akin to saying "poor baby"

Guapetón = Super handsome, good-looking guy

Mira quien habla. Sabes que eres bello = Look who's talking. You know you're beautiful

Eres una coqueta, y lo sabes, atrevida = You're a tease, and you know it, naughty girl

Burlón = joker; teaser

Galán = Handsome man

Guapita = Sassy/foxy/daring/testy lady

Coqueto = Tease (male); a flirt

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