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?

12. Chapter 12: Plans - Part 2

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, including explicit depictions oral and unprotected sex. Use of provocative pet names, depictions of violence, drunkenness, and slight Dom/sub play, cum play, size kink, use of sex toy, praise kink. Some slightly Dom!Reader, Possessive!Javi, Wrathful!Javi, and Soft!Javi.

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Chapter 12: Plans – Part 2

The door bursts open and is shut swiftly as you and Javi toss your belongings to the side table, blindly locking it while he sheds his jacket before he pulls you against him and devours you with the kiss he's been burning to engulf you with the minute you touched him in the car. You reciprocate by grabbing at his shirt and yanking him to follow you down the hall to the bedroom, shying away from letting him pick you up, driving him wild with urge – forcing him to chase you a little. It isn't until you slink back in the hall to instead pivot gracefully to use your momentum to steer and push him back against the wall that Javi realizes what you're doing.

His charged exhale catches in his throat when you tear his shirt open – buttons going flying to mutely clatter to the tiled floor while you press him up against the wall and suckle wanton kisses into his neck. Your hands grope his warm, bare chest, pinning him in place for your heated kisses. He groans and arches back, body seeking yours as you work his shirt off his shoulders and tug it away from his sculpted arms. Naked from the waist up, with only his watch flashing under the hall's light on his wrist, Javi stares in awe down at you and prepares to hook his hand into your hair to pull you close, but you jerk away and shoot him a defiant look.

"Hands on the wall."

Javier grunts at the order and tenses, cock jumping against the confines of his jeans as you stare up at him through your dark lashes with a rapaciously exacting look and grip his belt buckle. His hands press flat down to the wall at his back and his chest broadens from the excited inhale he takes, lips parting as he watches you untuck his belt loose before yanking it with a swift tug from the loops of his jeans to be tossed aside. Your hands snap the button of his jeans undone and ease the zipper of his fly down with tortuous calm as you watch his stomach tense and his arms flex with anticipation.

He groans a needy husk, simmering with desperation to take the upper hand when you suddenly step back and pull your peasant floral dress up and off your head, revealing a nude bra and panty set, and tousling your up-do into freeing more rogue strands while you stare hungrily at him and make a big show of patiently pulling your flats off, tossing each aside one at a time before drawling, "Listen to me very carefully, because I will not repeat myself. You are going to stay still and keep your hands to yourself while I do what I want to you."

To punctuate the kind of things you want to do to him, you get on your knees for him and stare sultrily up at Javi as you tug his jeans down mid-thigh so you can free his throbbing erection, earning an excited little hiss from the riled up golden-tanned hunk you've been yearning for. Teasingly, you skate your hands up his hips and stomach while you lave a languid twirl of your tongue around the head of his cock.

"Ah—f-fuck, querida—" Javi stammers roughly and struggles to keep his hands against the wall while his hips buck involuntarily to the devious stimulation. He groans in frustration when you squeeze his hips playfully and lightly suckle his tip before dipping your tongue against the slit. Javi hoarsely gasps and tosses his head back. "—C-Can't just stay still, p-please, baby—"

"You want to fuck my mouth, Javier?" you ask in a seductive lilt, and the way his cock strains and throbs as he twitches and groans at that is just delicious, so you press, "I want you to fuck my mouth until you come—"

He bites down a moan and sets his jaw, features tensing under the sheer will he's exerting in not pounding his cock down your throat. "H-how can I stay still while fucking your mouth, pinche seductora?" he husks provocatively and fixes his smoldering gaze on you when you just give him a brilliant smile.

"Easy…" you purr and surprise him by nuzzling his cock against your warm cheek before you caress an open mouth kiss along the side of his length, humming sexily and staring dreamily up at him. "Beg."

You feel his cock pulse in your touch at your scintillating order, so you smile and give it a kiss before nuzzling his warm apex, cherishing how spiced and intoxicating his scent there is and loving how he groans a reedy sound.

"Plea-Please, let me fuck your mouth," he breathes out on an ardent exhale and you angelically look up at him and smile, quite pleased. "I-I'll be gentle, promise—"

"Did I tell you to be gentle?" you admonish and lean back, the swells of your breasts rising when you press your tits together by tucking your arms at your sides and resting your hands on your thighs. Javier stiffens at your domineering stare, arousal going into a tizzy when you shoot him a chiding smirk before murmuring, "Or, did I tell you to fuck my mouth until you come?"

Javi's mind is filling with dizzying lust and rabid urge, and the way his skin flushes around his collarbones and up his neck tells you your smutty depravity is literally going to his head, so you patiently smile up at him until he collects his starved breath to growl, "D-Don't want to be rough."

That softens your heart as much as it gets you tingly in your core, so you lovingly wrap your hands around his cock and stroke him as you sigh tenderly, "Always so good to me, being sweet – treating me right, even when I want you to wreck me—"

"Oh shit—baby, you're driving me crazy," Javi exclaims in a wound up gravelly rasp as he lulls his head back against the wall.

"I know," you chuckle softly and trail one hand from around his cock to cup his balls as you swipe the underside of his throbbing length over your tongue. Javier lights up with pleasure and clutches his eyes shut as his mouth falls open on a startled moan. "Mmm, I love having your cock in my mouth. Love how good it tastes, how thick and heavy it is on my tongue—"

Javier's hands are twitching against the wall, fingers splaying and flexing impulsively as you suck him off and praise filth up at him, all the while you pluck the tethers of pleasure you've earthed in his core and strum carnal exhilaration into him. He's shamelessly reveling in you dominating him on your knees, devastated into raw yearning for you while you worship him with a symphony of spoken desire. Honeyed praise falls from your lips in between sucks and mouthing of his cock – 'amado, I want you always, te amo, love sucking your big dick, can't get enough of you,' is chimed melodiously to him as you give him a blowjob that has him flattening out to the cold cement at his back and biting his lip so he doesn't accidently drown your glorious words out with his needy whimpers.

When you bow to lave loving licks and suckles to his heavy sac, Javier's hands finally jerk off of the wall and bury in your hair as pleasure pries beseechingly up his spine just to zing down to the base of his cock when you tilt your mouth up and take his cock as far as it can go in your mouth before you moan and take more.

His mind switches into feral mode as you grapple your hands to the back of his hips and pull him closer instead of holding or pushing his pounding thrusts back while his guttural sounds catch harshly in the back of his throat with every heaving piston-like stroke into your tight, silken mouth.

You are taking deep breaths through your nose and hanging on for the ride as your knees grapple to keep their purchase against the tile while you knead your fingers into his ass and widen your jaw for him. Javi's moan ricochets down his body and into your mouth – his dick acting as a sounding rod, and you are definitely seeing to be dowsed by this powerful achingly exquisite man you love, so you press your forearm along his lower abs and force him to lean back into the wall. You feel his muscles bunching up, and know he's close, so you concentrate on wrecking him with pleasure.

Just when he feels the head of his cock glide against the roof of your mouth, Javi's shoulders tense and his hips stutter at the lewd sensation before his lips part on a strangled sound as you shift and bob your head until your nose is pressed against the coarse curls of his pubis and his cock is practically down your throat.

"Oh god—god! Fuck," Javi shouts as his climax snaps loose and his balls draw up and tight, cock swelling and straining against the drenched vice of your mouth as he begins to warn, "Gonna-fuck-gonna fucking come—!"

You moan and surprise him by releasing your ruinous vice and letting his cock sit pillowed on your tongue, wrapping your hands around his throbbing length and jerking him through his orgasm just as it hits and his thighs shake with the effort of buckling against the wall and holding him upright as he erupts. His cock spurts thick ropes of cum into your mouth, causing you to make a little startled mewl at the force of his ejaculation and how warm it is as it hits your tongue. Javi's fingers twist in your hair as he rides out his orgasm, mindlessly groaning inarticulate exaltations as you savor his climax. You moan when he accidentally fidgets and bumps the head of his dick at the corner of your mouth and shoots the last of his load to your chin when you can't catch it back in your mouth in time.

Your surprised gasp sounds equally excited as you stay still and let him keep thrusting through the tight ring of your conjoined palms squeezing around his cock, and a few more pumps of cum surge free from the effort and dribble down your neck and chest before you delight in the sensation and take his cock back into your mouth, sucking the remnants from the source.

Javier's eyes roll into the back of his head as he slumps against the wall and shakes, hands unlatching from gripping your hair to grapple for purchase and hold himself up from crumpling in a spent heap. When his brain scrapes back together from the ruin your talented havoc threw it in, Javi exhales and rasps a sigh.

"Jesus…fucking…Christ…"

Your little giggle has him smiling as he comes back to himself, realizing he's become a sweaty, wrecked and pulsing tangle of flexing muscles and buzzing insides, eyes shut as he gulps greedy breaths and tries to remember his name. He hears you hum and feels your tender touch caress his hips and sides while you let him recover and regain his senses.

"Good job, querido. You follow direction well," you purr playfully when his shoulders and stomach muscles relax, and Javier drunkenly lulls his head so he can tip it down as he finishes collecting himself. His dark eyes are intoxicated and sated as they stare under heavy lids down at you. The sight he sees when his glazed gaze clears has the flush burning up to his ears from where it was already radiating in his cheeks.

Your hair is tousled loose from the clip and dangling like a wild mane around your shoulders, and your chest is tight and high from you pressing your arms to either side of your breasts so you can keep the streaks of his cum from dripping too far down before you can collect them with dexterous swipes of your fingers and bring them to your lips. When you glance virtuously up at him as you savor his illicit spend, Javi feels like he could die right then and there, and be totally fine with it.

"Ho-Holy hell, querida…you're going to be the end of me," Javi stammers in awe, and when you smile unabashedly at that, he can't help cup his hand under your jaw and drag his thumb over your chin to get at a bead of his essence you missed. Before he can recede his touch, you lick the pad of his thumb clean and suckle it. Enthralled, he groans, "Fuck—cómo carajo te merezco, preciosa?"

His amorously gruff purr has you soaking your panties, so you press a doting nuzzle and kiss to his stomach. "You put up with me – dunno if that means you deserve me, but I love you nonetheless," you sigh and let him pet your hair soothingly.

"Stand up, hermosa," he murmurs down to you, and you do, but hesitate because of how sticky you are and how salaciously raunchy you feel. He senses your skittishness, so he breathes a heavy sigh as he pets your hair from your face. "You, are everything I never thought I would ever have a chance having…everyone wants you," he husks and pulls you close, uncaring about your post-salacious-temptress coyness, and cups your jaw while he caresses your lower back to nudge you to press up against him. "I know you could have anyone else, anyone you'd want," he murmurs tersely before brushing a kiss along your cheek as you sigh and shiver at his words. "I don't deserve you, but I'll do whatever you need – anything you want—"

"Javi, I just want you to love me," you muse softly and caress his cheek. "I want to be yours."

Javi is so bowled over and overcome by the simplicity of it that he lets you encircle him so you can shower kisses against his chest while he absorbs just how in love he is with you and how you love him explicitly, without demanding anything but his love in return.

"You're mine, querida," he promises and kisses you lovingly before drawling amusedly, "But my ass hurts from digging into this hard fucking wall, so can we move to the bed?"

You have to muffle your guffaw into his throat when he holds you against him with one hand while he tugs his jeans up his thighs so they can hang open around his hips. "Hah, now you know how I feel every time you take me here in the hall, eh, guapito?" you snicker as he huffs sardonically while tucking himself back into his jeans before he debonairly picks you up and carries you bridal style into the bedroom.

"Your ass can take it though," he muses goadingly as he playfully deposits you onto the bouncy mattress in order to toe his boots off, unfasten his watch and set it on the dresser before he goes to turn out the light in the hall. While he does so, you sit up and balk at how insanely depraved you look in your reflection. Hurriedly, you untangle the clip from your hair and toss it to the dresser before shaking your locks loose and standing to turn on the lamp on the closest nightstand, all the while he watches you as he maneuvers out of his remaining clothes and tosses them aside before sauntering up behind you. "Hmm. This?" Javi husks in a honeyed tone as he gropes your ass and turns you around to press up against him so he can purr against your temple, "It's heavenly and oh-so-resilient."

You scoff provocatively and relish his naked body pressing cheekily against yours. "Uh-huh. Meanwhile, you'll never know how fucking sore and achy you get me, galán," you tsk with fierce delight while he grunts ruefully. "I didn't say it was a bad thing," you snicker and angle him to sit on the side of the bed so you can tip his handsome face up to meet your chaste kiss.

Javi hums, hands fondling your ass before you coquettishly pull away. He clicks his tongue admonishingly and mutters, "No you don't," and snatches you close by your hip as he declares, "I need to bury by face in your pussy after your little game in the hall." When you tense demurely, he orders, "Take these off," and kneads his fingertips over your buttock while he starts suckling kisses into your sternum.

Suddenly shy, you shimmy away and blush as you remember your daring salon results. "Ok, promise you won't laugh," you preface, which surprises Javi, and even though his brows quirk up, he nods and keeps his expression guarded as you strip your bra off while you explain, "So, Anita cajoled me into a beauty salon, and they had this service I didn't really know about, but said what the hell and had it done."

"…Don't get mad, but I didn't notice anything different," he muses and leans on an elbow as you hesitate in pulling your panties down. "Although right now, I'm distracted by your fantastic tits to really notice anything else…"

With a snarky roll of your eyes, you shed out of your panties and stand before him in the low, warm light of the nightstand's lamp. Javi's eyes become molten pools of awed want, lips parting to ask something he's already forgotten. Awkwardly, you ramble, "Supposedly it's all the rage in Brazil, and she said she'd gotten it done before, but I was not ready to be all smooth down there—"

"Come here."

He suddenly orders in a surly purr, sitting up and reaching for you to pull you over so he can have you stand next to the outside of his thigh as he surveys your body with his hands. His smoldering eyes covetously delight in your completely nude and smooth mound before fanning up your heavenly body. The light catches across your dewy skin and gleams in the drying tracks of cum that cling to your collarbone and breast, so he idly rubs them off your skin for you, gaze sweeping appraisingly over your studded nipples and taut belly. You feel heat collect in the apples of your cheeks as he smirks and glances up at you when he brushes his fingers softly over your smooth pubic area. He sees how bashful you are and skims his fingertips up your torso to fondle your breast tenderly.

"Do I have to start waxing too, because I don't think I could handle the pain—" he jokes in a gravelly drawl, and you laugh out heartily at the silly suggestion, appreciating how he always quells your nervousness with his charming, confident grace. You lean into him and bury your fingers wryly into his hair, smiling and sighing amorously when he nuzzles your cleavage. "It's hot, but you're always hot regardless, querida," he muses and kisses your stomach. "So…where is it?"

You furrow your brows and blink down at him inquiringly. "Where's what?"

Raising a sarcastic brow at you, he caresses his fingers over your stomach before trailing them down your smooth mound to trace your warm, wet seam. You gasp a charged little sound and clutch his shoulders. "That little toy you used to tease me with on the phone, atrevida," he rumbles ardently and dips forward to place a kiss to your bare mons pubis. "I really hope it's not in the nightstand drawer with the gun—"

You hiccup a giggled sound and nudge his shoulders back to scoff, "Tan gracioso. Well, if you're gonna be such a burlón, then—"

The challenging musing you were scoffing turns into a squeak when he picks you up effortlessly and swings you onto the bed before he pounces onto you and nuzzles hungry kisses into your neck while he pins you into the pillows with his broad torso.

"Either I eat you out, or I fuck you while I grind your little toy over your clit. Pick one," he husks alluringly at you as his hands steeple into the pillows so he can trace his nose along your hairline, breathing in your soft perfume.

Your pussy tingles and you get needy at having to pick only one, so you haggle, "…Can't I have both?"

Javier chuckles and leans back to stare derisively down at you as he smirks debonairly. "Mmm, you greedy little thing—"

"It's my birthday though, so…I want both," you muse chastely while your eyes narrow goadingly and you give him a salacious grin.

He trails his fingertips from the hinge of your jaw to your chin, eyes narrowing appraisingly. "…Beg," he purrs, expression etching into devilish delight as you press your plush lips together. "Your birthday officially isn't for another few hours, guapita." You give him a doe-eyed pout, and he can't help grin at you before kissing down your body. "Mmm, such a malcriada…" Javi rumbles against your skin glibly as he glances up at you when he settles between your legs, watching you get breathy and excited when he nuzzles your mound and hums.

You toss your head back and bite your bottom lip when Javi moves his rumbling lips over the hood of your clit as he pushes your thighs wide open so his broad shoulders can take up space between them. His talented fingers part your folds, and you whimper when he flicks his tongue in languid circles around your clenching slit before he stops and only keeps trailing his fingers along your warm cunt.

"Ja-Javi," you get eager and writhe for more contact, but he just keeps his touch slow and teasing, so you whimper, "Pl-Please, want your m-mouth on me so bad," and blush, sighing out when he rubs his thumb over the hood of your clit at that.

"Is that what you were thinking about while you got off on the phone? My mouth on your wet, needy little pussy?" he murmurs hotly against your thigh as he keeps edging you into frustrated urge while he nuzzles your inner thigh and breathes in your heated, sweet scent.

"Y-Yes," you hiss and squirm, hands digging into the bedding and mewling from him pressing the pad of his thumb flush over your throbbing clit now. "Nnngth—!" you whimper and undulate your pelvis, seeking more friction and feeling like you're burning up with desire.

"Think about this all the time," he grouses in a charged rasp before finally dipping his tongue into your folds while his fingers hold them parted open for him. He hums at your taste and savors your reedy mewl of excitement. "Love burying my face in your pussy—wish I could do it all the time," Javier purrs before doing exactly what he's described, and you light up with pleasure as he nuzzles your cunt and groans against it.

You feel your core slicken with eager wetness as Javier devours you with shameless devotion, arms folding under you so his fingers can wrap around the tops of your thighs and hold you from writhing wildly under the onslaught of lascivious pleasure. Desperate, you arch and grip your hands in your thick tresses to keep from pulling harshly on his, becoming mindless in your aching arousal as he strums velvet fire into your center with his tantalizing tongue.

"Ah-oh god, Javi—!" you cry when he buries his tongue inside you and rolls it as he groans hungry desire against your quivering center. Your body roils at the exquisitely searing pleasure, and just as you bite down on your lip to stifle your whimpers, Javi twirls his tongue out of your clenching entrance to sinfully swipe at your clitoris with deft licks before plunging two fingers into your rippling sheath. You keen a breathless, "Nnng-ahh!" before tossing your head back and convulsing around his thick digits. "Javi! Oh f-fuck, oh god Javi—"

When he corkscrews his fingers and engulfs your pulsing bud with his mouth, you lose yourself and cry out incandescently until you're dissolving into mindless mewls and whimpers and writhing decadently on the bed. Javier moans and keeps finger-fucking you through your orgasm while his tongue circles over your clit until he feels you squirm and twitch from the electric contact of hypersensitive heat sparking under your skin where his mouth is.

You're so engrossed by the aftershocks of your orgasm that you don't even realize you've dragged your hands down from your hair to instead grip and squeeze your breasts. The exhilarating post-bliss feeling leaves you uncaring of how wrecked you look, and Javi is beguiled by your flushed cheeks and rapturously spent repose – stretched taut over the bed with your legs butterflied out, eyes shining like glimmering stones as you sigh in sated delight.

Javier hums, which pulls you back into your body to stare down at him and breathlessly watch him nestle in the open cradle of your pelvis so he can lap your climax like its honey he will not let go to waste. Once he's satisfied, he sucks on his slick-drenched fingers and plants a soft kiss to your smooth mound. Fidgeting and giggling, you whisper, "Your moustache tickles, babe," and smile dazzlingly down at him.

He chuckles and kisses a path up your body before draping himself over your warm form. "Speaking of tickle," he muses amusedly and caresses your hair over your shoulder for you so he can plant a sweet kiss to the spot under your ear. "You really wanna play with your little toy too? We can have fun with it some other time," he reassures while you comb your fingers soothingly through the hair at his nape and nuzzle his cheek.

Your eyes smolder with flirty promise when you hook your legs around his hips and brush your pelvis against his. "If you think I'm not going to have you inside me after all that, you are daft, mi amor," you drawl and relish how Javi's eyes darken with urge and he suppresses a thrilled shudder. "Drawer on your left."

The lust you harbor for Javi is like a potent drug, and the way he looks at you when he sits up and reaches into the drawer for your little pink vibrator tells you he is just as addicted to you. It's exhilarating and powerful – this feeling you only have for Javi, and you want him to feel how amazing he makes you feel.

Smiling wryly when he inspects the slender bullet-shaped pink vibrator, he quirks his brow with intrigued curiosity when he turns it on and holds it against the center of his palm before switching it off and giving you a devious glance. You can't help sit up so you can wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss on him while you murmur humorously, "I didn't pick it out."

He grunts sardonically and settles you back down onto the bed before kissing your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth – lingering in his moustache, and the way he shivers when he cups his hand down your throat to caress down your collarbone and feels his sticky seed that had been unable to dry on your heated skin has you both becoming rapacious.

Before long, Javier is gliding his throbbing cock along your soaked petals, titillating you both with the dewy friction when he breaks the kiss and husks, "What're the rules, querida?" When you blink dimly at him, avid attention on the delicious rutting of his dick against your tingling cunt, he snickers huskily, "Where can your toy go and not go?"

Your cheeks heat up at that, and you sigh, "I've never used one, so I don't know…where the no-go's are."

"Hmm, ok," he grunts reassuringly and switches it on before lightly pressing the tip of it to your womb. You immediately giggle, so he grins and drags it up your midriff to draw a circle around your right nipple. When your eyes get heavy with want, he murmurs, "You're beautiful, mi amor. When you look at me like that, I know I'm a goner," and smirks when you take his wrist and guide his hand down to press the vibrating bullet to just above the hood of your clit. He groans, and you feel his cock twitch against your dimpled entrance.

"You will be if you don't stop teasing me, chavón," you husk on a breathy whisper and reach your other hand down to guide his cock into your tight, clenching heat.

His moan is delicious decadence to your aroused senses, and the way he fucks into you has your toes curling and knees pulling up, mewls of approval driving him wild as he grips his free hand to your knee and guides the other to rub the vibrator's head in teasing circles over the hood of your clitoris just as he strokes against that nested cluster of pleasure inside you. You moan and grab his wrists, holding on as he drives you up and up into an insanely buzzing tizzy. It has your inner walls fluttering and your muscles tightening under the unfamiliar-yet-blazing delight of being filled by him while the vibrator's greedy friction over your clit tingles you through to the deepest part of your core.

When your grip jerks wildly at his wrist and presses his hand to move the vibrator lower until it's flush with the top of your entrance, Javier exhales a sharp, startled sound that melts into a groan. "H-Holy shit—mmmph!" he exclaims in a tight growl as the pulsing is close enough now that it shoots crackling pleasure through him too, flooding a wave of buzzing delight from where he's pounding his thrusts to the base of his cock to then shoot down lower.

He feels your sheath start to flutter and clutch around him, and when you bite back little whimpers of 'Javi-Javi-Javi!' he pistons his thrusts in deep strokes through your clenching, molten heat until you wail and your eyes squeeze shut when you come apart, shouting his name and digging your nails into his wrists as you become awash with bliss from a sense-shattering climax.

The sight of you going wild from your orgasm and the feeling of you gushing out your climax to drench his cock and drip down his balls to the bedding is what pushes Javi over the edge into his own fierce climax. His hands snap up to discard your mindless grip and the vibrator so he can grab your hips and hammer his cock into your heavenly cunt just as the coil of voracious lust boils over and out of him. He thrusts home in you and moans your name as he spills his seed hot and deep in you, hips stuttering in rhythm with every final stroke into your vice-like heat that ripples and clamps down around him. Javi hunches over and groans into your shoulder just before he collapses over you, completely seared through and spent.

Utterly wrecked and ruined with delightful ecstasy, you both are gasping, roiling beings melded into each other for a fleeting eternity while your sex-addled psyches recover. At some point, you both cuddle and sloppily kiss, sweaty and tingling as your pulses calm and the cool air coming from the windows through the curtains lulls the heat from your scalding flesh. Your senses recalibrate and finally realize the incessant pulsing of the vibrator is still going on, and when you mewl at Javi rumbling inarticulately while he flails his hand unseeingly across the bed, he nuzzles you and gives up, not wanting to part from your warm embrace.

"I'll…get you…batteries," he sighs and lays on top of you while the pulsing continues, which after a few silly seconds, has mirth bubbling up in your spent body before it chimes out in a discordant laugh. Javier huffs and buries his face in the crook of your neck and rests, blithely sated and not about to let go of the feeling any time soon.

Eventually, you're able to think coherently again, and end up comically reaching your arm out to try and reach for the damned toy, but when it's just out of your grasp, you tug the comforter to slide it closer. Snatching it and switching it off, you set it aside and sigh.

"Am I too heavy?" Javi mumbles against your neck. You smile and shake your head as you drape your arms around his back. "Good…cuz I can't move."

You chuckle softly and nuzzle his hair affectionately. "Neither can I. That was…"

"…Really good?" he queries when you trail off.

"Soul-shatteringly good," you exhale elatedly.

Javier is very pleased with the review, and nuzzles his triumph into your neck with an adoring, suckling kiss.

You both eventually recover enough for Javi to roll off and lay next to you. He breathes deep, contented breaths as he holds your hand in his against the bed. Smiling, you privately delight in the fulfilling ache in your muscles as they flex against the phantom sensation of being stretched to the max and exquisitely railed by him – enjoying the feeling of his cooling seed dripping out of your tight slit even as you squeeze your thighs together. This is bliss.

"Shit."

You open your eyes and glance over at him, humming, "Hmm?"

He's wryly staring at the ceiling as he derides in a gravelly tone, "You ripped one of my favorite shirts open."

When he glances roguishly at you – eyes twinkling and lips quirking impishly, you laugh and mock, "Javier, you literally have the same damned shirt in every color," and squeeze his hand, pursing your lips at his goading grin, and snickering, "I'll sew the buttons back on after work tomorrow, you pain."

He chuckles at that, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips so he can brush a kiss at the backs of your knuckles.

Before it gets too late, you both rally what's left of your energy to shower together, and when he lazily lopes down the hall in a towel only to stop and turn when he hears you picking up his shirt buttons from the floor to gather them up into your palm, he humorously sweeps you up and carries you – wrapped in the towel and protesting – to bed. Now that you're not under the dominion of your rapacious lust, though, you balk at how wet the bedding is, and Javi wryly pulls the comforter off.

"What is it with you and needing clean sheets—?" he drawls teasingly while you get all flustered.

"As opposed to you sleeping on nasty sheets?" you counter and dress the bed with fresh linen as quickly as you can while grappling with your embarrassment.

"It's not a big deal," he croons and turns off the lights before ushering you affectionately under the covers, reassuring, "It was hot—"

"I've never done that before," you mumble and bury your face into his chest. You've heard of squirting before, but you've never been one until tonight. Hell – you'd been so fucked-out, you hadn't even felt all the wetness. The pleasure had been so intense though – having Javi inside you and the vibrator stimulating your clit. The gratification had been overwhelming and left you sensationally overloaded.

"For fear of saying something that'll annoy you…it happens," Javi muses and rubs your back soothingly. You can hear his smirk when he purrs, "It's an achievement, and now that I've gotten you to do it once? I'm gonna try and get you off that good every time."

You snicker and shake your head at that, kissing his chest and letting him shift you so you can cuddle more comfortably against each other. Once you're both under the cool covers for a while, snuggled up in the dark, you murmur, "Thank you."

Javi is half dozing when he hears that, so he grunts and stirs awake to drowsily mumble, "For what?"

"For…everything," you whisper, hesitant, before elaborating, "For surprising me, the gift…this. Just everything."

Javier buries his nose into the top of your head and inhales your comforting scent. Glancing blearily at the alarm clock on the nightstand, he grunts and purrs, "Nada de eso, mi amor. Feliz cumpleaños," and nuzzles a kiss to your temple.

You melt at that and just curl into him, sighing and closing your eyes to him kissing the top of your head before he shifts and sighs.

What feels like a blissful slumber later, you begin to stir at distant, clattering sounds that are mutedly pulling you awake. Grumbling, you roll over and reach for Javi, but come up empty. The semi-consciousness snaps to full waking when that racing sense of panic zips through you and you shift up in bed and begin to frown. However, the panic ebbs when you look at the dresser and see his watch. A scan of the room indicates Javi's clothes are still where you last saw them, so you pull yourself up to sit in bed as your dulled hearing starts to sharpen on the sounds coming from down the hall. Stretching and yawning, you fist your fingers into your tousled mane and grimace at how bad your bedhead is while your muscles protest and whine heavily from the throbbing soreness that snaps back at you when they flex.

Seeing it's a few minutes before the alarm should go off, you reach over and switch it off while using the stretch as an excuse to pop your joints in your legs. The vibrator is lying next to the alarm clock, so you grunt, yank the drawer open and deposit it inside before shutting it with a snort at yourself. On a secondary glance about the room as you reach for your silk robe and shrug into it, you realize Javi's jeans are gone, and as you tie your robe closed and walk towards the doorway, the smell coming from the hall stirs your senses. Scrubbing at your eyes, you quietly lope down the hall and peek around the corner into the kitchen.

The sight that greets you is the stuff made of pining fantasies – the infatuated dream one would find in romance novels.

Standing in your kitchen wearing only his semi-fastened jeans, Javier is cracking eggs into a buttered pan on low heat and studying another pan that has something simmering in it before picking up a wooden spoon to dutifully stir. The delicious aromas have your toes curling just as much as the sexy spectacle. The amorous glee you feel for this dashing, ridiculously hot man half-naked in your kitchen keeps you hovering to just play the voyeur a little longer.

His hair is mussed and stubble dusts in a light smattering over his handsome countenance, broad bare shoulders and sculpted back shining golden from the early morning rays cresting through the kitchen window. He dips his finger into the remnants of sauce clinging to the spoon and tastes it, humming in approval before checking the eggs are frying evenly with a spatula. Javi seems to be making some silent calculations as he lowers the heat on the stove, and it isn't until he catches movement in his peripheral that he glances over at you with those wide, brown puppy eyes. Smiling, his brows quirk flirtatiously at what you can imagine is a visage of a well-fucked woman standing before him.

"Mornin', gorgeous," he muses as he sidesteps away from the stove to peck you on the lips. "This is almost done," Javi remarks coolly as he saunters back to the stove and turns the burners off, adjusting the pans before setting another pan onto the freed up burner.

Your heart feels like it's floating in your chest and needs to be lassoed with string before it ascends out of your body. Butterflies fill your stomach and warmth spirals in your womb as you watch him cook you breakfast. "W-What's almost done?" you pipe in an effervescent musing – voice raspy from disuse, shimmying close to get a better peek. The inhale you take now up close is scrumptious, and you lean sidelong to watch him pour some olive oil in the now-hot pan.

He smirks. "I had to cheat a little, but it's my huevos rancheros," he answers confidently as he sets the tortillas into the pan to toast them with some light olive oil on both sides. "These are flour tortillas instead of corn, and I couldn't find any cilantro, but it should do," Javier remarks warmly as he nudges you with his hip. "Go sit—"

"Oh no, I'm going to take this in and bask in the awe-inspiring sight," you lilt playfully and press your plush lips together to stifle a wily grin.

Javier chuckles ruggedly and shakes his head amusedly at you before starting to plate the homey dish. "I couldn't find a coffee brewer or kettle, so we'll have to grab a to-go from Don Gilberto's later," he muses and relishes how you avidly watch him work.

"Yeah, I don't even bother with it. I suck at prepping a coffee kettle and the regular coffee makers are trash," you lambast wryly as you try not to melt from him humming and offering you the wooden spoon to have a taste of the ranchero sauce. Licking a smear, your eyes widen and twinkle at him. "That is yummy," you praise and smile when he dips his chin down and hides his meek little smirk. The thought of licking that sauce off his chest flashes raunchily in your mind's eye, so you sigh jokingly, "You call me a malcriada all the time, but then you spoil me like this, so what's one to do…?"

Javi laughs and pulls you close before nuzzling a silly huff into your neck – stubble rasping across your skin while he showers kisses up to your lips. You slink against him and wrap your hands around his shoulders while he gropes you cheekily. Pulling back when he squeezes your ass, you snicker and caress his hair, combing it down for him. "It's your birthday. Let me spoil you," he purrs and taps your ass. "Now, go sit, cariño," he orders in a sexy growl and herds you to flounce off to the kitchen table.

In the soft morning light, with the delicate breeze dancing through the windows, you both sit and eat breakfast at your table. You're relishing how good the meal is, and have to glibly admit that it's probably the best breakfast you've had, wondering if your delight is heightened by the fact that the man you love made it for you. His eyes smile with mirth as you try to be dainty while gobbling it all up, and when you glance up and catch him staring, you lick your lips and lean over to brush a tender kiss at his jaw.

"This is just as good as my lasagna," you chime in a drawl. "Damn you."

He grins, dimple on full display, as he tsks, "We won't know for sure until I finally taste it."

"The prep time is hardly the same, atrevido," you snicker and go to collect your empty plates when he thwarts you and does it himself. Tingling with giddy enchantment, you watch him take everything to the sink and start rinsing, settling in as if he's literally going to wash everything right now, and you can't take it. Why is the domesticity of it all making you so hot for him?!

You decide not to ponder the why and just shut the faucet and literally tow him to bed. Javier doesn't complain. Especially when you yank his jeans down and shove him onto the bed as you simultaneously disrobe, then climb on top of him and ravish kisses over his torso as you sink your dripping pussy onto his cock until you bury him to the hilt.

The quickie is such a good way to get ready for your day after practically pining like a schoolgirl for Javier cooking like a damn stud in your kitchen. His content smirk while you get ready post-shower tells you he's very satisfied, and he doesn't jibe or tease while you collect your discarded clothes from last night and fret sheepishly about having gotten carried away when you see how you'd indeed ripped every button off of his shirt when you tore it open.

He finishes dressing before you and decides to lounge on your made bed and watch you slink into your black pencil skirt with the tasteful mid-thigh slits that give you a bit more movement, opining slyly on the blouse you should wear whilst you sort through the options from your closet. When he teases that you should put on the rosy silk blouse with the shiny buttons – commenting 'the snap buttons will come in handy later' – you gasp at your sudden recall, and rush down the hall to get the cordless phone and dial your grandmother.

Coming back in and sliding your arms one by one into the blouse while you exchange the handset from one hand to the other, you chat with her quickly to thank her for the gift. Javier smirks and sits up to swing his legs to the side of the bed so he can reel you close and snap the buttons closed for you, snickering when he can faintly hear your grandmother ask in Spanish, 'So he came by first thing to deliver my gift? What a good boy.' You roll your eyes and grin as he fondles your breasts and pretends he's only smoothening out the wrinkles before tucking the blouse's hem into your skirt for you.

You put him on the spot by commenting cavalierly that you have to run to finish getting dressed because Javier has been keeping you from getting decent, and he can hear her cheeky cackle from where he's sitting. You grin down at him once you've ended the call and tossed the cordless phone onto the bed next to him. He chidingly wraps his arms around you and kisses you with puckish retaliation.

Once you've managed to finish getting ready, you both rush out the door, and after a stop at your favorite coffee shop you're driving together to work.

He looks so damned handsome as the sun dents across the windshield and flares around him, catching in the rim of his aviators and the face of his watch, haloing around him thanks to the smoke tendrils coming from his cigarette. He doesn't have any big meetings, so he's dressed casually – fresh pair of jeans and crisp cream-colored button shirt under his green canvas windbreaker. You idly think it's a good thing so many people in the office are smokers, because the light whiff of cigarette smoke that clings to your hair and clothes every so often would surely rouse suspicions. Then, as quickly as the thought comes, it annoys you, so you shove it away.

"Will I see you tonight?" you ask and sip from your coffee cup, expression guarded, since you don't want to come off clingy or needy after he literally already made your birthday weekend the best one you've ever had.

"We might end up working late if they get us some reports we asked them for," he replies in his smooth baritone as he cracks his window more so the cigarette smoke can seep out as he drives. "If we don't, I'll be at your place to help you out of that blouse," Javi drawls in a gravelly purr that sends heat to coil in your core, especially when he glances at you over the rim of his sunglasses and winks at you.

You can't even bring yourself to swat him for his cheekiness, so instead you purposely snap the top button of your blouse undone and trail your fingertips daintily along your clavicle as you hum and sigh, "I think I can manage just fine, but wouldn't mind the company."

Javi grits his jaw in riled intrigue, knowing he totally set himself up with that one.

Once he's dropped you off and you've hustled on foot to the embassy, you're positively glowing with exuberance, sensing your outfit and confident stride turning a few male heads, but not caring as you strut down the hall towards your department once you've exited the elevators. Javi is in much the same mood – except he has to stifle his content smirk as he walks by the usual snarky assholes he has to stalk by to get through the bullpen and into his and Steve's office. His partner is moodily sitting at his desk, and when Javi shrugs his jacket off and hangs it up before sliding into his desk chair, Steve perks up and gives him an expectant look.

"Well?" he rasps in a drawl and leans back in his chair, lacing his hands together to rest just below his chest.

"Well, what?" Javi deflects as he sets his service weapon in the drawer and drops his cigarette pack to the corner of the desk before he flips his files folder open, not sparing the eagle-eyed agent a glance.

"C'mon, don't hold out on me," Steve cajoles and grins when Javi shoots him a sneering stare. "You didn't come home last night—"

"Jeez. What, you keeping tabs on my comings and goings?" Javier deadpans sarcastically before quirking his brow when Steve snorts and flicks a pen at him. "Real mature."

"After the stunt you pulled, hell yeah I make sure to keep an ear out for the slam of your door," Steve retorts and shrugs. "You're my partner, so asshole or not, I'll look out for you."

Javi can't help snort at that and toss the pen back across at him. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I'm liable to blush," he grouses in a singsong.

Steve blows a raspberry at that and waves Javi's bullshit off by flipping him the bird.

Once they've gone to lunch and are grabbing something from the vending machines, still brainstorming different scenarios for how a tunnel could be accessible from under the prison, the two DEA agents are distracted from their conversation to hear animated chatter coming from just outside of the break room.

Leaning over to spot who's talking, Javier notices Ellis, your coworker and buddy, chatting up some of the guys that relented in being trained a few weeks ago – the guys who share part of the bullpen space with DEA, agreeing to meeting up after work at some hangout a lot of the former armed services guys frequent. Ellis then comes into the break room and greets the Centra Spike guy that's currently fussing with the coffee machine while Steve and Javi nurse their soft drinks at the table in the corner.

"Hey, Ed! A bunch of us are doing a little surprise thing after work. Hope you can join. It'll be at Ace's Tavern—"

"Little surprise thing for who?" Ed inquires as he adjusts his glasses to sit higher on the bridge of his nose.

Glancing around, Ellis leans over and mutters, "It's hush-hush, cuz she'd kill me if she finds out…" and explains how your birthday is today and since you wouldn't let him mention it Friday, he's organized a little shindig at the bar to surprise you after work. "You might get your chance to ask her out," Ellis chimes and grins knowingly at the man, and while the analyst gets flustered and grumbles an 'Alright, shut up with that, I'll go,' Ellis seems to finally realize how rude he's being inviting one person to something in a small space that's filled with two others.

Feeling like his southern mother would be so disappointed in him for excluding people, the amiably congenial man from Tallahassee pivots seamlessly to acknowledge the two DEA agents and chat them up. He doesn't know Murphy or Peña very well, and he's not the kind of person to let other's opined opinions influence him, so he figures it's the right thing to do. Plus, DEA are the last holdouts to the pilot program, so he decides it's a perfect excuse to ply his way to cajoling them into submission.

Ellis invites them to the surprise party, and when Steve puts on his best poker face and nods, he pats Javier on the shoulder and drawls coolly, "We'll be there. Thanks for the invite."

Javi shoots Steve a murderous glare when the other men leave the break room. Steve just raises his brows, feigning innocence. After, when they're both in the sanctity of their office, Javi sits broodingly at his desk and lights a cigarette, taking a long, surly drag before exhaling and scowling over at Steve. "You are a pain in the ass—" he begins to grumble.

"What? It's only a little happy hour thing we actually got invited to, for once," Steve scoffs and dismisses his partner's gruff temper. "I need a break from staring at these damn maps and aerials anyway."

It's around close to quitting time when you're collecting your data logs and tidying up your desk, dimly realizing Javier hasn't called to let you know if he'll be working late or not. You figure it means he's tied up on something and if he can come over, he either will just show up later tonight, or call you from his place. You're wondering if maybe you should call him when Ellis appears before you, hovering and waiting for you to hazard a curious blink up at him.

"C'mon, girlie. I'm taking you out for a drink," he announces and smiles at you when you wryly pout. "Nope. You didn't let me do anything, and I'm a shit bartender, so I'm taking you to a decent place where they specialize in rum."

"It's a Monday, though—" you begin to argue.

"So? Live a little, kid!" he chuckles and masterfully pied piper's you to his car and drives you to the place you've heard of, but haven't actually checked out before today.

As you're walking through the entryway of the rustic-looking tavern with the Havana-styled shutters and the rattan propeller ceiling fans, Ellis can barely contain his grin as you glance across the long bar top before turning into the interior alcove where different faces from throughout the embassy startle you by shouting, 'Surprise!' and showering you with a litany of 'Happy Birthdays!' of varying intonations.

You are bemused, wide-eyed and shocked before turning to Ellis and seeing the deviously gleeful grin plastered over his face. You swat him, but can't muster the anger as you spot Anita waving goofily at you.

Everyone you could imagine is offering you a drink or coming to chat you up, and it's startling how elated the feeling of being thought of so highly enough that people would come drink and toast to your birthday makes you. The bar fills out with different cliques that really only have their association with you in common. Centra Spike are at the back table adjacent some of the C.O. staff, Mil Group is at the end of the bar, the cleaning girls are laughing it up with Anita while Ellis chats up Lou and the few CIA resources who actually show their faces around the building. You dutifully make your rounds to all the factions, letting some buy you a drink or gift you with little tributes you happily accept, like chocolates from the girls, and a pricey bottle of rum from the fellas of Mil Group.

Just as you're getting dizzy with social overstimulation, you turn when you hear Ellis greet, "Hey, fellas! Pull up a stool," before telling the bartender to take the newcomers' orders and put it on his tab.

Turning to see who Ellis was being so chipper with, you practically feel your pulse careen off a cliff before catching itself when your brain demands you keep your demeanor guarded while you stare across the room at Steve and Javi.

Before you can even think of what to do, Luke distracts you by coming over and handing you a Cuba libre. "The signature drink for the birthday girl," he snickers in a silly tenor and smiles when you scoff and accept the drink.

From where they're sitting, Steve finishes chatting with Ellis while Javi silently surveys the bar full of embassy staff of varying occupations. He lights a cigarette and nods his thanks to Ellis for the drink as the man strides over to join your conversation with Samson.

Covertly, Steve muses to Javi over the rim of his glass, "She's popular."

Javier grunts and drinks his whiskey, eyeing you secretly while you laugh at Ellis and sic his wife on him for the saucy jibe he just made. "Yeah," he remarks dryly and flicks his cigarette ash into the nearest tray.

Steve stares over at him, twisting his lips amusedly. "How bad would you get in trouble for going up to her?"

Javi scoffs and downs his whiskey before signaling the bartender for another. Steve snickers and follows suit, and after a few minutes they're just chatting about nothing in particular, then wondering if there are other ways to get proof of a tunnel underneath La Catedral that they just haven't thought of.

"Agent Murphy," the soft lilt stirs them to turn and blink at you, and Steve swivels in his stool to face you more while Javi remains tense – elbow draped casually over the bar with his cigarette frozen in mid sway from just being at his lips, when you pleasantly croon, "Agent Peña."

His soulful eyes flick to yours and a small smile tugs his lips while Steve greets you and wishes you a happy birthday. "—Ellis invited us. I think he's angling to use this as the chance to finally get DEA into the pilot," Steve drawls and smiles at you. "But, we're pretty stubborn, so he's got a better chance selling ice to an Eskimo."

You laugh – a soft, melodious chime that dissolves into that silly sigh Javi thinks is so charming. "Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, but Ellis pretty much has, so I'm sure he'll wear you down. And if he doesn't? Then you have to contend with me," you joke and quirk a goading brow at Steve. Javi chuckles and takes a sip of his drink, using it as an opportunity to look at you fully and communicate with only the narrowing of his smoldering gaze that he wants you so bad right now. You feel that heated ember of desire burn in your core for him, so you take a drag of your own drink before using the loud conversations filling the bar as an excuse to lean closer and tell Steve, "I really am sorry for how I spoke to you—"

Steve scoffs amiably and chivalrously assures you, "Water under the bridge. Just promise not to be too mad," and gestures with the sidelong shift of his eyes towards Javi before musing, "He ain't looking to incur any wrath."

You satirically bite your lower lip and arch an imperious brow at that before murmuring only loud enough for he and Javi to hear, "I'm pretty sure he likes to incur my wrath every so often—"

Your teasing barb is interrupted by Ellis calling you over, so you spare Steve a conspiratorial wink before smiling with your eyes at Javi as you turn to strut off.

Javi is completely besotted with you after that, and Steve is amused with how he burns with it and has to keep his agent façade up. "I feel you, buddy," Steve muses, tone commiserating as he pats Javi on the back, and when he grumbles and takes a long drink, he can't help goad in a low mutter, "Think a double date is ever in the cards—?"

"Huh, the little miss thinks she's really god's gift."

Reeling, both Steve and Javi glance over at the opposite end of the bar, a few stools down from them, where an analyst that Javier recognizes instantly is sulking into his scotch as he mockingly glares at your back from across the room.

"What was that, friend?" Steve calls out to him, and Danvers slides his inebriated glare over at him.

Javier is boring his dark, narrowed stare at the man as he levels Steve with a scornful sneer before barking, "You got hearing trouble? I said that bitch really thinks she's something."

Steve feels Javi coil up at that, so he intercedes and leans over the counter towards the other man to patronize, "Well she must be if your dumbass is sittin' at the bar people are at celebratin' her—"

Danvers confrontationally lashes, "Fuck off, this is my bar – I was sitting here minding my own business when half the damned consulate waltzed in to fawn over that smart-mouthed little—"

Javier is stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray and sliding his drink aside while the belligerent asshole is haranguing about minding his own business, and when he edges close to calling you another name, Javi's kicking his stool back to stand, but Steve forcefully maneuvers around him. Nudging the stool back under him as he shoves Javi with a lot of effort back onto it while trying to diffuse him, his voice is steel as he levels Danvers with, "Take a sabbatical to another bar, bud, if you know what's good for you."

The drunk man challengingly hauls up to his feet and attempts to square up to Steve when another guy who seems to know Danvers intercedes and tugs him back, but not before he scoffs and mocks, "Not gunna let some pussified washout tell me shit—"

The commotion pulls your attention back to the bar just in time to see Steve slug a guy just as Javi was snapping up to his feet and shoving his partner's hand from his shoulders – as if he'd been holding him back. Shocked, you and a good amount of the bar watch some people grab the guy and start to haul him out of the bar while Javi is a broad, coiled sentinel Steve is shoving back and muttering curtly to. Just from the set of his shoulders and how Javier has his chin tucked, you know he's fuming, but you have no idea what the hell happened or precipitated such a flare up.

Nador and Benson rush at a clipped pace to go see what the hell happened when Lou shoots them a sharp glance, since they seem to know Danvers. Ellis whistles and chortles, "I did not invite that guy, I swear," while Luke guffaws and Anita comes over to stand next to you to cajole you over to the table some of the girls have camped out at. You hesitate, wanting to go to Javi and see what happened, but you see Nador and Benson approach Steve and talk to him, and from the body language, it seems they're on his side about whatever the hell happened.

Then, Javi shoots you a heated glance over his shoulder before he motions to Steve in a 'let's go' gesture, nodding to Benson after he tells him something and pats Javi on the back.

You're dying to know what transpired, but end up having to work the room for another hour until only you, Anita, Ellis and Luke remain from the impromptu gathering. Internally wilting as they joke and toast you and you play along, you can't help feel guilty. All you want to do is call Javi, and you're working up the nerve to suggest to Ellis that you all call it a night and head home already, when your friend blurts, "—Yeah, what the fuck was that? Who was that asshole?"

"Danvers," you answer, remembering the time you'd verbally eviscerated him in front of the fountain. "He's in Threat-assessment."

"Yeah. We work with those guys every once in a while. Benson said he was talking shit about you," Luke volunteers, and stirs you to direct your startled gaze up to widen at him. "Nador and him are friendly enough, but even he said the guy was out of line, and they had to basically threaten to report him to his superior if he didn't get lost."

"Whoa!" Ellis is astounded. Anita watches your expression become furious, thinking about how the misogynistic son of a bitch must've said something and it riled Javi – enraging and forcing him to defend your honor only to have Steve get in the mix.

"He's a piece of shit chauvinistic scumbag who likes to talk down to women and bully people he doesn't think are equal to him," you blurt out, eyes blazing as you simmer with rage. "I cussed him out once and he's clearly still ass-sore, but the fucker doesn't have the balls to say whatever he said to my face," you seethe, and this is the most angry Luke has ever seen you, so his expressive brows shoot up to his hairline and his jaw slackens while you go off. Ellis amiably reels you back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing until you feel your fury ebb back.

Needless to say, you are moodily stewing while Ellis and Anita drive you home, comically gripping all your gifts in your arms and impatient to jump out and stalk furiously up to your apartment. You thank them both and apologize for being ornery, but they both chuckle and wave it off, offering you genuine smiles and reassurances before they drive off.

Once in your apartment, you set everything down on the kitchen island next to the vase with the roses, and go get the cordless phone.

The phone in Javi's apartment starts ringing, but he stays stubbornly still as he sits at his couch and glares up at the ceiling while Steve sits on the opposite leather couch and frowns at him.

"Are you gonna get that?" he drawls, half in the bag and bleary-eyed as he quirks his brows quizzically at Javier while holding the slightly sweating icepack to his knuckles.

Javi's head started spinning from drinking most of his new bottle of whiskey and fuming while Steve kept him company to make sure he wouldn't go after that guy and beat the ever-loving shit out of him like he was seething to do. He's now so drunk he can't even smoke, because it'll make him nauseous, so he tries to ignore the ringing phone mounted on the wall.

"…Don't trust myself," he mumbles lowly and scrubs his hands down his surly features before exhaling noisily. "I fuckin' did the one thing she was worried about—"

"She expected you to sit there like a mouse while some guy railed about her?" Steve counters slyly and shifts to lean deeper into the couch. Javi grunts broodily at that, so he adds, "Just answer—" right as the phone stops ringing.

Javier sighs and goes to reach for his slightly filled glass of whiskey, grunting his protest, since he has to shift more than his drunkenness will allow. His mind keeps angrily replaying what happened at the bar, and the only thing that helped rein his fury in was hearing the Mil Group guys curse the fucker out. They'd even walked up and told Steve, 'Nice hit. Danvers tried to talk that shit to us,' as well as, '—He's fuckin' lucky we didn't hear him,' before Steve told Benson what he'd said. The man glowered and told Steve, 'We'll vouch for you if he tries to bitch to the brass,' before patting Javi on the back and telling him, 'Bet he'll feel it in the morning, at least.'

Surly, Javi gives up and leans heavily into the armrest of his couch, wondering how bad it would've been had Steve not run interference for him, when his satellite phone starts to ring. Swiveling his heavy-lidded stare to where it sits on the coffee table, Javi is about to stretch out to grab for it when Steve swipes it out of reach with his good hand.

"Don't you fucking dare—" Javi begins to threaten when Steve hovers his thumb over the button that will answer the call.

"Stop being an asshole and answer then," he gruffly derides and tosses the phone over to him.

Javi fumbles to catch it and grumbles before laboriously climbing to his feet, swaying, and storming off to get privacy just as he answers the phone.

"…Peña," he answers warily and tries not to sound as drunk as he feels.

"Are you ok?"

Javi feels like a complete asshole now for having wanted to ignore your calls. "Yeah…I-I'm sorry, querida," he murmurs, and when he hears Steve not so covertly sit up and adjust like he's trying to listen in, Javi stumbles to stalk into his bedroom and close the door for more privacy. "I didn't mean to fly off the handle—"

"…Did you think I was going to be mad at you?" you ask incredulously before your tone melts into a mirthful chuckle. "I heard what happened. If the tables had been turned, I would probably be sitting in a cell right now."

Javier exhales and snorts at the ridiculous mental image that conjures, and just grumbles lamely, "Fuckin' Steve is the only reason why I'm not sitting in one…"

You sigh, and he suddenly wishes he wasn't as drunk as he is so he could go to you. "So…what're you wearing?"

Disarmed, Javi chokes on a scoff before laughing like a fool. "The same clothes you saw me in, atrevida," he slurs as he sits on the corner of his bed and snickers.

"Hmm, well it's too bad things went sideways, seeing as I could've really used the help in getting out of this blouse after all," you taunt in a flirty purr. Javi groans, feeling arousal start to tingle down his body. "You looked so pissed. I was dying to go over and take you somewhere—"

"Hey man, if you're gonna start having phone sex, it's cool. I'll just be taking a little siesta on the couch here!"

Disgruntled, Javi gets flustered and snarls, "For fuck's sakes…"

"Steve's crashing at your place?! Jeez, babe!" you begin to cackle while Javi swears and grumbles. "He sounds drunk as a skunk. How much did you two drink?"

"…A bottle each, plus what we had at the bar," he answers in a toasted drawl. You chuckle sultrily at that. "M'not gonna feel so hot in the morning," Javi rasps and lays back on his bed as the buzz really gets to his head now. "…Miss you, baby."

You smile, feeling over the moon. Stretching out on your bed, you murmur, "Same here, mi amor. You and Steve sleep tight," you snicker and hear him exhale a grumble at that. "I love you."

"I love you too, preciosa. Goodnight."

You hang up and roll wistfully around in bed, overflowing with how in love you are with him and suddenly wanting everyone to know it. The thought gives you pause, so you sit up and deprecatingly sneer at yourself as you get up to start getting ready for bed.

As you're sliding under your covers with his shirt and a sewing kit to put all the ripped buttons back on it before going to bed, Javi is chucking a pillow really hard down on Steve's head as he storms out of his bedroom, causing the glibly smashed man to laugh and adjust it under his head while be stretches out more comfortably on the couch.

"Call your wife, idiot," Javi barks from the fridge, as he pulls out a jug of cold water to chug straight from it so he doesn't wake up completely fucked with a hangover in the morning.

"You call my wife, pendejo," Steve drawls comically and kicks his boots off.

Exhaling after having his fill, Javi shoots him a snide look before acerbically asking, "You sure you wanna pass out there?"

"This couch is comfortable as hell, so, yeah," Steve buzzes laconically and flops face down into the leather cushions. "…Why?" he suddenly pipes up.

"…No reason," Javi chimes and closes the fridge, lopes back over, and muses, "The working girls always did rave about the couch."

"…Oh c'mon!" Steve protests, but Javi kicks his door closed and hastily strips before crawling into bed in just his underwear and flopping onto his stomach with a gruff grunt.

While he and Steve end up managing a miraculous resurrection from the bottles they crawled out of the following morning, you are having a merienda break with the girls after spending most of your morning dealing with Ellis being a clingy big brother type. Now, as you sit back at your desk, he wheels over from his spot to bug you – asking if you really had fun last night, insisting you shouldn't feel bad about being surly after the mini brawl-that-was-not, and asking if you want a do-over, because the fellas at Mil Group were game.

"You're just looking for an excuse to be the social peacock you are," you snicker and needle a pressure point on his side when he goes to put up his feet onto the corner of your desk. "I had a lot of fun. I just cannot believe that guy literally sat there like a douche all night hating from afar."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I ran into Samson before my last meeting. Turns out he and Benson went up to Danvers' boss and told him what happened. He was bothered by what you'd said – that the guy has a history of being a prick. They said if he didn't get a suspension, they would go not only to human resources, but they'd take it up to Noonan," Ellis dishes excitedly to you, and you blink in awe. "Lou gave them the ok to do it."

"Wow…I'll have to buy them all another two dozen doughnuts, then," you smile slyly.

Just as your eager beaver of a buddy dishes on more gossip from around the water cooler, Javi and Steve are annoyed at getting the reports they'd been waiting for.

Nothing. No trace or signs of any kind of tunnel. Unrelenting in their belief that they're missing something, they agree to pull a late night review session at Steve's, so, close to the end of the day, Javi calls you at your desk and lets you know he won't be able to come over tonight. You're cool and reasonable, joking you'll take advantage and catch up on chores since you spent all of Sunday gallivanting around with a handsome man. Even as he and Steve pour over the aerial shots and maps at his dining room table and partaking in Connie's cooking, Javi can't help his mind wander to you.

It isn't until Connie points out the absolutely-fucking-obvious anomaly in all of the aerial shots and he finishes making some calls to his contacts in CNP that he and Steve come up with a plan about interceding on the delivery trucker while en route from La Catedral. Just as Steve hangs up from coordinating their ride over to Medellín in the morning, Javi is packing up his files and slipping his cigarette pack in his shirt's breast pocket, looking forward to having a smoke and calling you, when Steve can't help giving him a goading look.

"What?" Javi snaps as he spies Connie just out of earshot, rocking the baby in the room adjacent to the hall he was going to head down and exit.

"Don't get mad, but I heard from one of the Centra Spike guys that Samson went with Lou's blessing to put the screws on Danvers' boss. Said they'd take it to Noonan unless the fucker got suspended for the shit he pulled last night," Steve tells; tone hushed as he picks up his drink from the counter and downs it.

"…Why would I be mad about that?" Javi laconically muses and tosses his folded jacket over the arm cradling the files, completely dismissive.

"Huh, yeah well…liftoff is at 8am, so don't be late," Steve muses knowingly and follows Javi to the front door so he can see him off and lockup. "See that she slathers you sparingly with the cocoa butter this time? It started giving me a headache in the car last time," he drawls just as Javi opens the door.

Freezing in place when he hears Connie chime from the adjacent room to the hall leading down to the door, "Cocoa butter? Who's using cocoa butter?" Javi shoots Steve a sharp glower.

"Your husband is hard-up and needs you to lotion him up, Connie. Do everyone a favor and see to that?" Javi calls out in a snarky drawl before flipping Steve off and breezing out the door with a flippant, "Goodnight."

Javier is in and out of his apartment soon after, and while he drives to your place, he calls you on his phone. You'd just slid under the covers when the cordless phone rings at the nightstand closest to your side of the bed. Answering it, you are thrilled to hear he's coming over after all, so content that you don't even care that you're in your frumpy pajamas when you're answering the door and pulling him inside.

"—Know it's late, cariño," he sighs in between your kisses as you let him drop the duffle to the hall before you unbutton his shirt while he lets you wheel him in front of your bed. Once you've tugged it open so he can shrug out of it, you work on his belt, snapping his badge and beeper off to store on the dresser while he yanks his gun from the back of his waistband and sets it aside. The whole time, you're both stealing kisses and caressing each other. "—Came up with it last-minute, so wanted to see you before we leave tomorrow," he finishes explaining after you've helped him strip and he's picked you up in his arms and you've encircled your hands to his shoulders, nuzzling his neck and humming along with what he's telling you as he takes you to bed.

You arch up against him when he tugs your shirt off your head before he pulls your sleeping shorts off. "Mmm, so we have to be quick and go right to sleep then, eh?" you chime lusciously and wink at him when he settles between your thighs.

"Preferably…but I can't guarantee that I can stop at just a quickie," he tells you frankly, and you bury your hand in his hair and tug him down to meet your hungry mouth.

You're both completely naked as you fool around a bit, rolling around on the comfortable bed and bantering between kisses.

"—God, I wanted to jump your bones at the bar—" you tell him when he ruts against your hip and touches your wet, warm pussy while he suckles a hot kiss into your sloping muscle.

"—Fuck…in front of everyone? How insatiable—" he growls before you roll to straddle him and lick his Adam's apple as you grind down on him.

"—Damn right, malcriado. I can't get enough of you—"

Javi pivots you back onto the bed and playfully wrestles with you, laughing when you have to resort to gripping your hands to the hinge of his jaw and pulling him close so you can tauntingly lick his lips. The silly foreplay soon simmers into carnal chess, where you both tantalize one another in being the first to lose patience and pounce on the other, but Javi easily loses when you tell him the fantasy you thought about all day. After all, how could he not bring something so fantastic to fruition? So, he does by flipping you around and maneuvering you onto all fours as he presses up against you from behind.

"Just like this?" he rumbles against your warm skin before nipping at your nape and grinding his cock against your dripping pussy.

"Mmm, yes. Want you to pound into me, Javi," you sigh in a reedy purr, and Javier groans in approval. "Love it when you fuck me like this – with your hands holding onto me," you tell him in aroused frankness and squeeze the hand at your waist and the one clutched around your shoulder reassuringly.

That has Javi burning with pride, so when he snaps his hips against you from behind and shoves his cock in your tight, contracting heat, he moans, "Wanna make you feel so fucking good, mi amor."

And, he does – with zeal – and you love it, feeling feral with pleasure as he fucks you with primal urge, lighting you up with passion as he plunges and slams into your delicate pleasure with brutal accuracy. The way you keen and cry out his name is addictive, so he keeps snapping his hips against you, sweat breaking out over his forehead and temples as the ardent session of coupling crescendos while the sounds of your dual pitched breaths, the squelching of him fucking through your rippling silken sheath and your whimpers fill the room.

"Oh Javi—Ahh, y-yes, oh god, Javi, right there! Ple-Please, right there—!" you stammer desperately, body splintering apart with rapture as he keeps slamming his cock into your g-spot. His next strokes are combined with him pulling your hips back and down onto him. You wail in delight and cling to his hands where they're gripping you possessively just as you start climaxing.

"That's it-mmph—that's it, baby. Oh fuck—f-feels so fucking good, you coming all over my cock," Javi praises gutturally as he keeps fucking you while you writhe and mindlessly keep your hips rocking backwards onto him.

"N-Need you," you whimper, adding in a pitchy stammer, "W-Want you to come so bad in me, Javi. Love feeling you fill me with your cum—"

Javier answers you with a strangled groan and starts pounding into you, and just when you stifle a little whimpered moan, Javi buries his throbbing dick deep and hoarsely shouts out as he orgasms, fingers dimpling into your skin from the force of the bliss that erupts through him.

It's not sex talk for encouragement's sake – you really love it when Javi comes, the way it feels as it warms your already burning insides and ripples through your core from the force, how he tenses against you but also melds into you as you both buzz right after the moment of reached bliss.

When he tugs you down to the bed in a sated heap along with him, you revel in being spooned by him while he's still inside you. You both catch your breaths, content to just rest like this as your senses stabilize and the fulfilling sense of completion that settles within you chastens the high of such passionate sex.

The sensational accomplishment of being filled with Javi's seed is ridiculously primordial as it stirs you with some sinful sense of delight you don't think you could ever explain, so you keep it to yourself as he grunts a sated sound and pulls out of your heat. You dimly register him leaving the bed, but smile when he returns quickly with a washcloth, giving you doting aftercare while you hum and sigh. The pleased smile softening your plush lips and cresting your eyes into half moons enchants him, so he lays sidelong and takes you in. Your dark lashes fan across your flushed skin, skin dewy from sweat and lips parting in a sigh as you seek his scent, turning your face into his chest before tilting up to nuzzle his throat.

You feel so good – completely settled and at peace after coupling so fiercely with Javi. The tranquility that washes through you has your body already docile, seeking sublime sleep, so you stop fighting your drowsy eyes and let them fall shut.

"Would you ever want people to know you're mine?"

Your eyes flutter, dreamy expression quirking curiously as you hum – unsure you heard him right. "I'm yours," you mumble and curl into him, kissing his neck and sighing.

Javier's dark eyes soften at the edges, smile brushing the top of your hairline as he pulls the covers over you both, before he murmurs, "Yes, you are."

When he kisses you goodbye at your door and lopes off early the following morning, Javi is already making plans for when he gets back into town, looking forward to more than nailing a bunch of narcos to the wall, for once. The primary one is romancing and cajoling you into expanding the circle of people who know about your relationship to at least include Connie, so he can bring you over for dinner upstairs, and take you to his bed downstairs. It's what he's thinking of while he and Steve catch their ride to Medellín whilst you're lying in bed and clutching the pillow that's laced with his scent.

You have plans too, after all. Some of which include relenting in your control-based fear of exposing yourself to the judgment and whims of others. You figure you can take baby steps – starting off with letting Javi take you to his place, maybe even meet his partner and his wife for dinner sometime? The pining idea of introducing Javi to your closest friends and confirming, yes, you are most definitely a couple has crossed your mind half a dozen times unbidden already. It would be the reasonable, logical step to make these few things reality, wouldn't it?

You both end up learning the hard way that life doesn't care about either of your plans. But for now, you both look forward to them, unknowing of how fraught they will leave you both in the long term.

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Spanish-English Glossary:

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

Pinche seductora = Fucking seductress

Amado = Beloved (male)

Te emo = I love you

Cómo carajo te merezco, preciosa? = How the hell do I deserve you, precious?

Hermosa = beautiful

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

Galán = Handsome man

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Tan gracioso = Real funny

Burlón = joker; teaser

Guapita = Sassy/foxy/daring/testy lady

Malcriada/malcriado = brat/spoiled

Mi amor = My love

Chavón = a man that's pestering you

Nada de eso, mi amor. Feliz cumpleaños = None of that, my love. Happy Birthday

Cariño = darling/sweetheart

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Pendejo = Dumbass; jackass

Merienda = A post-breakfast snack break

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