Say You Love Me
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Secretary!Reader
Word count: 6k
Summary: You and Javi work together and have been secretly dating for months. When he gets a lead on the Cali Cartel and has to leave for several days, a late night phone call has to be the only thing to keep both of you satisfied until he returns.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, swearing, secret relationship, flirting, making out, uniform kink, Javi in the DEA jacket (that's it's own warning), smut: implied p in v sex, dirty talk, phone sex, nipple play, mutual masturbation, Javi jerks it while reader flicks it, hints of Javi's breeding kink, English/Spanish terms of endearment (baby, sweetheart, cariño, hermosa, querida), fluff, Javi's a loverboy he really is, romance. Reader described with female anatomy, no use of y/n. Set during S3, canon divergent.
A/N: This was written for @mushgloomz PPCU Smut Writing Challenge. I got Javi, romantic, uniform and phone/video sex as prompts, so here we go. Title is a song by Fleetwood Mac. Hope y'all enjoy it, happy reading! :) Unbeta'd. Also thanks to @nicolethered for sourcing the Javi pic!
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“We shouldn’t be doing this here…”
“No one’s gonna hear us, cariño.”
Javi pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his wandering hands groping the curve of your ass over the black pencil skirt you were wearing. The file room of the department wasn’t an ideal place to be making out with your fellow employee, a place where anyone could walk in, but you had trusted him to lock the door behind him before he had you pinned against the back wall, hidden by shelves of boxes. Your only fear now was that someone heard you, because if there’s one thing you had learnt very quickly, it was that he knew how to make you scream.
“They could,” you mumbled against his lips.
His mouth moved along your jaw, nipping at your skin and drifting down to your neck. “They’re only going to hear us if you-”
A sharp cry escaped your lips as he sucked at your pulse point, his hand coming up over your mouth as he chuckled mischievously against your throat. He pulled back slightly, grinning as he looked down at you and saw you glaring up at him. He pulled his hand away, softly pecking your lips once, twice.
“Sorry,” he smirked. “Couldn’t resist.”
“Fuck you, Peña,” you snapped.
“I’m counting on it, baby.”
He guffawed as you rolled your eyes, but you both knew that you weren’t really angry. You pushed him away gently as you feigned annoyance, just another part of the foreplay between you. Fixing the buttons on your blouse, you kept your gaze on him as you adjusted your clothes to make sure it didn’t look like you were just making out with one of your superiors. The last thing you needed were people talking about the ambassador’s secretary messing around with one of his trusted DEA agents.
“You’re going to be late for the meeting,” you reminded him.
“Am I going to see you there?” he asked, his hands resting on your shoulders.
“I could slip in to drop a fax in front of Crosby, if you wanted me to,” you replied, already contemplating it.
“Wouldn’t mind having something nice to look at,” he added, glancing down at your cleavage with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, playfully. “I’ll see what I can do.”
You cupped his strong jaw in your hand as you admired his features, pushing up on your toes slightly to kiss him once more, before he reluctantly stepped away from you. Your eyes wandered down his frame and took in the salmon pink shirt he was wearing with dark blue jeans, a dreamy sigh escaping you as he turned and you saw the way the denim accentuated his pert ass and thighs. You leaned back against the wall as he gave you one last look, opening the door to the archive room and stepping out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him. He always left before you wherever you were meeting in secret, you giving him a few minutes headstart before you followed in his footsteps.
It had been a few months since the both of you had started hooking up. It all began with you putting in a good word for him with Crosby when he arrived late to work, the excuse being that he had a flat tire. He told you he owed you one and when you asked him specifically what was in it for you, he took you out for a drink after work. That drink turned into coffee and a cigarette outside the building during your lunch break the next day, and later that night when everyone but you had gone home, it turned into him bending you over your desk and ruining you for any other man moving forward. After that night, it was empty offices or secluded corners away from wandering eyes and prying ears, and even his apartment when you both needed that blissful release without holding back.
It was those nights at his apartment that gave you the hope that this thing between you was more than sex. The way Javi touched you in the comfort of his own space was completely different to the way he touched in those secret moments. It was less “desperate to have you before you were caught” and more “desperate to see you fall apart no matter how long it takes”. He quickly discovered it didn’t take long at all. You could see it every time he looked at you that there was something more between you, but there were days that your doubts crept in and fear reared its ugly head. You knew how you felt about him, and no matter how he showed he cared for you, called you sweet names, performed sweet gestures… you still weren’t entirely sure he felt the same way about you.
You weren’t a fool. You knew his reputation in the office, from the way the women talked about him and the way the men either praised him or disparaged him, which really depended on who had gotten on Javi’s bad side or not. He had never said more to you than he’d “made a lot of mistakes” and that he’d “been around the block a few times”, and you had been privy to his exploits in and out of the office from some of the other gossiping secretaries. You had no doubt that one or two of them were talking about themselves too, but none of that mattered to you. That was all before you had even met him, and you believed that he was being honest with you.
You really liked him. Hell, you were in love with him. Between the frenzied quickies during work hours, and the slower, passionate exchange between his sheets, there were tender moments that only you had witnessed. Him buying you a toothbrush to use when you stayed over, making coffee and pecking your lips before handing you the cup every single time, kissing the nape of your neck whenever he passed by you, lightly playing with your hair whenever you laid your head on his chest. Him reading snippets from the paper to you on a lazy Sunday morning, holding your hand as you walked side by side enjoying the late afternoon breeze, admiring the way the sun set just right over the city. It was in those moments that you felt the weight of your feelings for him, and he was the anchor that pinned you down and steadied you.
As you made your way out of the file room and down the hallway, you smiled at a few coworkers before you returned to your desk. You hunched over and flicked through the papers that were kept on the surface, picking up the page you were looking for. You walked down the opposite end of the hallway, softly opening the door to the conference room and closing it behind you. Walking over to the head of the table, you briefly made eye contact with Javi, the move going unnoticed by all the other agents at the table as they just blatantly gawked at you instead. He leaned back in his chair, his elbow leaning on the arm of it as he rubbed his fingers over his chin, watching you closely as you placed the fax down in front of Crosby. He thanked you and you turned on your heel, smiling to yourself as you felt the intensity of Javi’s gaze on you as you left the room.
A little while later, you were completely entrenched in your work when he passed by your desk in a flash, dropping a folded piece of paper right in front of your eyesight. You frowned as you lifted your head, watching his form retreat down the hallway and disappear around the corner, but not before catching a glimpse of him in the navy blue DEA jacket. That was your favorite piece of clothing on him, and for whatever reason, it never ceased to drive you crazy whenever he wore it. You both never complained about what would ensue after every time he’s worn it around you.
You opened the folded note, your eyes scanning over the words before you scrunched up the paper and threw it in the small trash can under your desk. You stood up and walked down the hall, your heels clacking against the linoleum floors as you made your way outside the building. As per his instructions, you meet him in your usual place, behind the building and away from security cameras. He was leaning back against the wall, his left knee bent and the bottom of his shoe also pressed against the brick. He stood up straight as you approached, pulling the cigarette away from his lips and blowing out the smoke, his eyebrows furrowed as you stood in front of him.
“You know what this jacket does to me,” you whispered, grabbing the lapels and pulling him a little closer as you stared up into his eyes. “I don’t think we have enough time for me to show you, though.”
He smirked at the implications of your words, but it didn’t last long as he pursed his lips in thought. “I wish that was what I was calling you out here for, cariño.”
You leaned back, instantly knowing it was serious. “What’s going on, Javi?”
“I have to leave for Cali tomorrow morning,” he sighed heavily, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. “Early. Crosby wants me and some of the guys to follow some intel on Orejuela.”
“For how long?” you asked, frowning.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and dragged you in closer to him, shrugging his shoulders. “However long it takes. Probably a week or two, if we’re lucky and it’s not bad intel.”
A week or two. That would be the longest period of time the two of you would be apart since you started seeing each other. You didn’t need to say anything for him to realize that same fact, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you nodded slowly, processing what he just told you.
“It seems like a lot, but I’ll be back before you know it, baby,” he promised.
A sad smile pulled at the corners of your lips, your right forefinger tracing over the yellow lettering on his jacket. “Just be careful out there.”
A soft huff escaped him as he smirked, curling a finger under your chin and lifting it so your eyes met his again. “Always am, hermosa.”
Javi leaned down and kissed you softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed yourself further into him. The embrace deepened, but rather than it being frenzied or sensual, there was something more there. Something deeper and stronger than either of you had ever felt before. It had happened once, maybe. One night in particular, which had no major significance other than it being the first time you felt there was more to this relationship between you. You felt it that night, and you felt it right there in that moment with him, concealed from the rest of the building and your nosey coworkers.
All you could hope for was his safe return back home, because you didn’t want to live another minute without feeling that way again.
A whole week had passed before you heard from Javi.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. You would call him and get no answer on his satellite phone or leave a voicemail on the hotel room one. He would try to respond but you had always been in bed by then and he would never want to disturb you, or you would be at work. You missed him more than you thought you would, with work not being enough of a distraction from the worry that wracked your whole body whenever he didn’t pick up. It was the worst feeling in the world and you prayed that you would get the reassurance that everything was fine soon.
A boring Wednesday night would be your unlikely salvation, as you occupied your time and distracted yourself from the knot in your stomach with menial tasks like doing the laundry. You sat at the edge of your bed, a pile of fresh and dried clothes on top of the covers in front you that you worked at folding mindlessly. Your favorite Fleetwood Mac record was playing softly in the background, your light humming the only other sound in the room.
Suddenly, the obnoxiously loud ring of the telephone on the nightstand made you jump out of your skin with a small squeak from your lips. You placed a hand over your heart as you calmed yourself down, before you reached over and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.”
“Javi!” you exclaimed, beaming widely.
“Fuck, it’s so good to hear your voice, cariño,” he breathed.
“Yours too,” you whispered, closing your eyes in relief. “I’ve been so scared, I-”
“I’m okay, querida,” he reassured you. “Don’t you worry about me.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re so far away from me,” you admitted, softly.
Javi sighed as he heard the waver in your voice as you spoke to him. He knew the best thing to do would be to not focus on the fear, so he didn’t.
“So, what’s your Wednesday night looking like?” he asked, changing the subject.
You knew what he was doing and honestly you were thankful for it. “Folding laundry. Sexy, right?”
“Very,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
You felt a shiver run down your back as you put down the shirt you were folding, holding the receiver tightly as you laid back against the pillows. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you heard the familiar click of Javi’s lighter, before you heard a faint puff of air.
“I miss you,” you murmured.
“Me too, cariño. You wouldn’t be leaving that room any time soon if I was there,” he stated, throwing his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the sofa.
“Javi,” you giggled, shaking your head as you twirled the cord around with your finger. “You can’t say things like that to me when you’re not here.”
He smirked. “Why?”
“Well… because…” you trailed off, sighing as you thought against what you wanted to say.
“Because what, hermosa?” he asked, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.
“Because,” you gulped, letting out a shuddered breath. “You can’t do anything about it.”
He chuckled softly, the sound teasing and almost sinister. “Who says I can’t?”
“I don’t-” you started but you heard him clear his throat and allowed him to continue.
“What’re you wearing?”
You gasped, your eyes widening slightly. You glanced down, looking at the khaki t-shirt of his that you had stolen, your legs bare as you only wore black lace panties underneath. You knew exactly where this was going to lead if you told him what you had on, and that sent a small current of arousal through you, spreading to every nerve in your body. You heard him suck in a breath as you mentioned your state of dress, and bit down on your lip. It turned you on that he was so turned on by you.
“What are you wearing?” you asked in return, hoping for the answer to be your favorite piece of clothing on him.
He chuckled, looking down at the DEA jacket he was in fact wearing. “You’re obsessed, querida.”
“Can’t help it,” you shrugged, smiling. “It’s really sexy.”
“Pretty sure that’s you,” he countered.
You hummed as a smile tugged at your lips, loving the way he could go from sensual to sensitive within a few seconds. It was statements like that which gave you the hope that he wanted more with you, too. You knew he cared for you, you could see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch every single day, but did he feel more than that? That was the only doubt you had about the two of you.
“Touch yourself, cariño,” he instructed, slowly unbuckling his belt. “Over the shirt, don’t even think about sliding that hand between your legs, not yet.”
“Javi,” you whined, softly.
“You’re going to listen to what I say, hermosa,” he warned. “Right?”
“Yeah” you said, nodding.
“Good,” he muttered, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before he unzipped his jeans. “Want you to use your hands and imagine they’re mine.”
Your hand grazed over the curve of your breast, the fabric catching over your nipples and causing a small moan to escape you. As much as you wanted to, you resisted letting your other hand move down between your thighs until Javi said that you could. You cupped the left, your thumb flicking over the hardened bud over the material, a whimper leaving you as you squeezed your legs together.
“Moaning for me already, huh?” he asked, smirking. He dropped a string of his saliva into his hand, slipping it into his boxers and took out of his cock, pumping slowly.
“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you licked your lips. “I wish you were here.”
“Fuck, me too, hermosa,” he groaned, moving his hand a little faster to work up the blood flow. “I’d have you up against the wall as soon as you open the fucking door.”
You hummed, groping yourself a little harder. “Javi, please. I want-”
“I know what you want, baby,” he interjected, slowing his movement down slightly. “Just a little longer. Squeeze those gorgeous tits of yours for me, want you to pull your shirt up and pinch your nipples…”
You shifted on the bed and arched your back, reaching down to pull your shirt up and expose your nipples to the cool breeze coming in from the open window. Your fingers skimmed over your warm skin and over your left breast, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Your sigh turned into a wanton moan as you gripped the phone receiver tighter.
“You sound so beautiful, cariño,” he breathed, his gaze falling down to his hand as he began to pump a little harder again. “You’re already making me so hard, it’s ridiculous.”
“Javi,” you moaned, biting your lip to keep control of yourself. “Tell me, tell me what you’d do, please.”
His eyes squeezed shut as he heard the desperation in your voice, and he knew he needed to slow things down before it was over before it really even began. “Fuck, hermosa, I’d… kiss your breasts and lick your nipples. I’d roll them between my fingers to get them hard, like you are right now.”
“M-More,” you gasped. You could feel your arousal growing between your legs, just from your ministrations and his voice.
“I’d love to see you right now. See you teasing yourself, see your hand move down your beautiful body to your pussy…” he trailed off, hoping you understood your next instruction, his own pleasure building as he stroked himself.
You breathed deep, your hand skimming over your stomach and down to your panties, pushing them down your thighs. You wiggled slightly to get them past your knees before kicking them off and letting your hand slide between your thighs. Your fingers moved over your mound, dipping in between your folds, feeling the wetness there.
“Javi,” you moaned, softly. “I’m…”
Javi felt the way his cock twitched as he heard you say his name. It always drove him absolutely crazy the way it fell from your lips, and he wished more than anything that he could see you in that moment.
“You what, cariño? Talk to me.” His voice was low and gravelly, turning you on even more.
“I’m so wet,” you gasped.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “So wet just for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, only you, Javi,” you whimpered.
“Good girl,” he complimented. “Rub your clit, baby…”
Your fingers continued to run through your folds before they drifted up, moving over your clit in slow, teasing circles. A sharp breath escaped you as you felt a pleasured sensation radiate through your whole body, feeling it from the tips of your toes right to your head. Javi smirked as you heard you, trying to imagine you on the bed as he talked to you. He groaned as he worked his hand over his dick, a little faster and firmer, just the way you always did with him.
“Keep touching yourself for me, gorgeous. Move those fingers inside you. Tell me how it feels” he ordered.
You moved your fingers to your entrance, inserting one first, your walls contracting around the intrusion to allow another, pumping them in and out. You rubbed the pads of your fingers against the slick surface, moaning as the pleasure pulsed through you. You were about to lose yourself in it all, completely overwhelmed by the bliss you were feeling in that moment until you heard a faint grunt from him, the buckle of his belt clinking slightly.
“It feels so good. I… I wish they were your fingers inside me,” you moaned loudly, writhing on the bed.
“Me too, hermosa. Imagine it’s my fingers fucking you, making you feel so good,” he said, closing his eyes, imagining it himself.
“You’re touching yourself, too aren’t you, baby?” you asked, biting her lip.
“Yeah,” he groaned, continuing to fist his hard length.
“I bet you wish it was my hand, don’t you?” you added.
“Fuck, yeah I do, querida. Wish it was, fuck, wish it was your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing around me as you take me in,” he grunted, gripping himself a little tighter.
You slid your fingers back and forth, the wet squelch of your pussy reaching your ear and making you work them inside a little faster, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.
“Oh, Javi,” you shrieked. “Oh fuck, you’d feel so good inside me… filling me up, making me feel so full.”
Javi threw his head back, hitting the back of the couch as his jaw clenched hearing your words. If only you knew how they affected him to the point of wanting to do exactly that, to fill you up, make you feel full. He knew he had to hold back on that revelation, though, for now at least. His hand picked up the pace, chasing the impending release. He knew you were close too, judging by how loud you were getting, which was just another thing he liked about you. If you were in a state of complete bliss, you made it known at the highest decibel possible.
“You’re close, aren’t you, querida?” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can hear it in your voice, fuck, I wanna hear you cum for me.”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes I’m so close,” you whimpered, arching your back as you sank your fingers deeper into your core. “Make me cum, Javi, please.”
“You sound so fucking beautiful, fucking yourself on your fingers,” he growled. “You’re gonna cum with me, hermosa. Wanna hear you scream my name when you soak your fingers.”
Your thumb moved over your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as you continued to thrust your fingers in and out of your wet heat, causing a string of high pitched moans to leave your lips. At that point, you didn’t care if your neighbors heard you, you didn’t care if they thought you were possibly being murdered inside your tiny apartment, you only cared about him. You only cared about the way he was making you feel, even from hundreds of miles away.
“Javi, oh my god! I-I’m gonna cum,” you shrieked, overwhelmed by what you were feeling.
“Do it, sweetheart. Make yourself cum on your fingers. Make yourself cum for me,” he groaned.
Your eyes shut tightly as you tossed your head to the side, the receiver falling from your hand as your fingers moved faster, harder until it finally became too much to bear. You let out a string of loud, rasping moans that mixed with pleasured calls of his name as the dam broke, your arousal coating your fingers as waves of euphoria crashed over you. Javi pumped his fist rapidly, your voice laced with pure ecstasy being his undoing even from over the phone, as he tightened his grip slightly and grunted your name one last time before he felt spurts of his seed cover his hand and exposed skin of his pelvis.
You both breathed heavily, hearing each other come down from your high over the phone. Javi smirked, chuckling to himself. You really were something to get him so worked up just from this, but it only made him miss you more. He took several deep breaths before he called your name, amused by your little hum and lack of any other response. You had melted into the sheets, completely blissed out as you shared up at the ceiling. Your hand fumbled over the covers and picked up the phone again, biting your lip as you tried to find the words.
He grinned, still hearing your heavy exhales. “You okay over there, cariño?”
“That… was…” You paused, gulping as you caught your breath. You giggled lightly, shaking your head. You had no words.
“That was fucking hot,” he stated, as he reached for tissues to clean himself up.
You hummed, still running your fingers over your folds, slowly. “Yeah, it was.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.
You laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve… I’ve never done that before. Over the phone, I mean.”
“Coulda fooled me, hermosa,” he smirked. He needed to stop thinking about it, knowing it would get him hard all over again.
“I guess when it comes to you… I just feel-” you shrugged, struggling to find the words to tell him what he made you feel.
You rolled onto your side, the phone receiver resting between your face and the pillow. You knew what you wanted to say, but it worried you to think he might not feel the same way and scare him off. So you said the next best thing, that was equally true.
“I feel safe with you, Javi.”
Javi zipped up his jeans before he sat up, placing his feet back on the floor. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as his fist tightened around the phone. His jaw clenched as he felt his words cut through him in an unexpected way. He had always considered his job a way of keeping people safe, that if you put away the bad guys then that’s what you were doing - protecting people. In the last few years, however, he felt there was a disillusionment that had started to set in. He had realized that no matter what he did, no matter how many assholes he put away, there was always going to be someone else to take the helm, another cartel to add to the drug war. So lately, he felt like he couldn’t keep anyone safe as Agent Javier Peña.
But you weren’t talking about Agent Peña. You were talking about Javi. Regular Javi was who you felt safe with. Regular Javi, from Laredo, Texas with an aging father waiting for him to come home for good. A place he hoped to bring you back to someday soon. It was funny how much he had wanted to leave that place as a younger man, and now with you in his life, he couldn’t wait to return.
“I’ll always keep you safe, querida,” he promised, his voice a low husk. “Always.”
His life had always been full of fear, loss, heartache. It was only when he met you that he found out there was so much more to experience, so much more to look forward to. You brought a light into the darkness he had become too accustomed to, and had given him the same kind of safety he had promised you. He had no need to fear who he was and what he was capable of anymore, because you believed he was better than that.
You made him want to be a better man.
You felt butterflies in your stomach as your heart swelled with unbridled joy for the first time in a long time as his words sunk in. You didn’t need anything else from him at that moment, because you knew whatever was next in your relationship would happen eventually, when you were both ready for it.
“I’ll see you soon,” you said, a hopeful lilt in your tone.
“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
“Goodnight, handsome.”
By the time Saturday rolled around, you were completely exhausted from work but in better spirits after your little call with Javi on Wednesday. As much as you missed him, and you did terribly, you continued to distract yourself with your normal, mundane routine which had proved to be a good idea. You had made a list of groceries and gone to the store, ready to cook up a storm because it wasn’t often you got to do something more elaborate rather than quick and easy.
As the late afternoon sun set over Bogotá, you pulled your car into the parking lot of your apartment complex and retrieved the two brown bags from the backseat. Taking the stairs up to the entrance, you smiled as one of your neighbors recognized you as they came out, holding the door open for you. You made your way up two flights, huffing slightly as you got to your floor and walked to your door. Placing one of the bags down on the floor, you reached into your purse to find your keys, only for the door to suddenly open and make your heart leap out of your chest.
“Hey, baby.”
You clutched a hand over your chest to calm yourself as your eyes widened, seeing Javi standing in front of you, leaning against the door frame. He was wearing that navy blue shirt that you loved on him, tucked into his signature blue jeans. You beamed at him as he took the bags from you, smirking as he put them down near the door and instantly pulled you into his arms, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his slipped around your waist, giggling as his mustache tickled under your nose. Pulling away slightly, he pecked your lips a few times before he looked deep into your eyes.
“What’re you doing here?” you asked, incredulously. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week.”
“Well, the intel turned out to be a bust, so I came home early,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders as he linked his hands over the slope of your back.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you sighed, lightly stroking his hair at the back of his head.
He shook his head, pulling you in closer. “We’ll get them. I can feel we’re close.”
You nodded, slowly as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his softly. “How did you get in here anyway?”
“Didn’t take long to convince your landlords of who I was,” he explained, chuckling lightly. “They let me in.”
“Mrs. Alvarez has been trying to set me up with men for years, so she’s probably just really happy I met someone,” you quipped.
He rolled his eyes playfully as he walked you backwards, pressing you up against the wall. You stared up at him, biting your lip as his hands slid under the hem of your t-shirt causing you to shiver from his touch. He bent down, teasing your lips with his, slowly drifting down and nipping along the length of your neck.
“Javi,” you choked out, laughing slightly. “What’re you-”
“Told you I’d have you up against the wall as soon as I got home,” he recalled.
“But I have groceries,” you countered, glancing down at the bags. “I wanna cook for you now.”
He shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours. “You can do that tomorrow if you want, but right now I’ve got a week of being away to make up for.”
You bit back a moan as you held his gaze, letting him lead you through your apartment. He pressed you up against the doorframe of your room, your lips locked in a rough, passionate exchange as your hands tugged at his shirt to pull him as close as possible. A wanton moan escaped you as his mouth moved down to your neck, leaving love bites along your skin.
“Might not be that easy,” you muttered into his ear. “I think you need to woo me first.”
He stopped his ministrations, gazing up at you with that delectable smirk of his. “Oh, I already got plans for that, cariño.”
He tipped his chin towards the small, round dining table over your shoulder which caused you to glance behind. You spotted the bottle wine, two wine glasses and a candle waiting to be lit on the surface, making you smile brightly as you turned back to him.
“We can order from that place you like down the street so I don’t kill you with my cooking,” he jested, pulling back a little to look at you properly. “And uh… there’s something I need to say which I couldn’t over the phone. Just felt too important.”
You frowned, feeling your heart beating rapidly. “What is it?”
“I love you.”
The words fell out of his perfect lips as simply as breathing. You felt tears well up and blur your sight as you gazed at him, breathing deeply as you let those words sink in. Even the way he looked at you, brown eyes filled with the sincerity of his confession, made you realize that there was never any reason to doubt how he felt about you. It had always been there under the surface, waiting to breach the barrier of fear that came with his job.
He took your hands in his and leaned down, kissing your knuckles before leading you over to the table. He picked up the corkscrew, twisting it to open the bottle, winking at you as it popped and making you giggle. He poured the wine into two glasses before handing you one, clinking his glass against yours before he took a sip. You didn’t, looking at him and taking in his every move. He noticed you staring, a smirk playing at his lips as he put his glass down.
“I love you, too,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.
You beamed as you finally pressed the rim of the glass to your lips, your sight landing on something hanging over one of the dining chairs. Your eyes focused over the glass on the yellow letters against the dark blue fabric, feeling a heat take over your body that certainly didn’t come from one sip of wine. Gulping the liquid down, you held the glass as you took his hand with your free one, and dragged him away from the table. He frowned, not sure what you were trying to convey until you stopped, picked up his DEA jacket and pressed it against his chest. He grinned as he looked down at you, holding it tight.
“We can eat later,” you said, turning and leading the way into your bedroom.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, hermosa.”
Javi chuckled as he hooked two fingers into the collar of the jacket and swung it over his shoulder, picking up his wine glass in the other hand as he followed you. You kept him on his toes, something that he loved about you just as much as your amazing capacity to see him for who he is and not judge him. You saw all of it, and knew he was capable of more than he gave himself credit for. You saw all his flaws, and loved him in spite of that, which he never thought would be possible. Despite all the horrors of his job, he had found something good. Something real.
And that was one thing he knew he could count on above everything else.
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