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Trouble - Propositions

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Surely enough the next morning you arrived at Javier's place promptly. Your stomach was still turning as your mind replayed last night's antics. You felt even slightly guilty as you walked Diego out of your apartment. Not guilty enough that you abandoned your plan of action for the morning.

See, it may have been barely noon, but you were practically starved of affection. Recurving only a kiss on the cheeky from Diego was the nail in the coffin. You wanted to fuck. Hence your little outfit.

You sat at the wheel rechecking your makeup for the umpteenth time. You were decked out in a long jacket, unassuming at first glance but what you had on underneath, or lack thereof, you expected would get Javier's attention.

What you didn't expect however was the sound of another set of wheels on the gravel. Glancing at your mirror you say the unmistakable flash of blonde hair - Steve.

"Fuck" you groaned. That effectively put a plug in the 'get railed' quota.

You saw Steve smile and start to put his window down, and you do the same with a stiff smile.

"Hey!" his jovial voice put you at ease slightly.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" you tried to act natural, maybe it was just a coincidence.

"Oh, I thought Peña would've told you, we need to follow up on the whole club incident" he seemed genuinely confused, "I assumed he filled you in on everything"

Yeah. On second thoughts you didn't really get much talking done last night.

"Oh, not really," you said with a shrug.

"That's okay, c'mon" he exited the car, prompting you to follow suit.

He gave you a glance over, you could tell he was confused about the outfit choice. You shook your head slightly which you hoped communicated the 'don't ask' message.

Steve knocked twice, practically bursting through Javier's apartment the moment he opened the door.

"Peña, good going explaining the situation to your girl" Steve smirked as he strolled through to the living room.

Javier looked confused for a moment but then turned to you. The confusion reappears.

"Hey," you did an awkward little wave, internally cringing.

"Hey, what's with the trench coat?" you stepped into the foyer, your heels clicking on the wood.

"Oh nothing" you tried to act casual, "You didn't mention Steve was going to be here," you said through clenched teeth.

He seemed to get the message as that fucking smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh"

"Yeah"

He seemed to nod briefly, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down at you. You held his gaze until he briefly looked behind him.

Why was he being so weird?

It was then he decided to turn around and hook two fingers in the collar of your coat, inching his head forward to try and look down into the coat.

You gasped and slapped his hand, "Javier!"

He just stood back grinning like the devil himself. "Come on" he just beckoned you to follow, as if he wasn't just trying to look at your tits.

God this man was going to be the death of you.

"So we have a favour to ask you" Steve started as you sat down.

"Um okay?" you were apprehensive, you'd thought the club incident was over. Apparently not.

"Well, it's a big ask" Steve was stalking looking at Javier. Now you were getting worried.

"What?"

"We need you to help us take down Pablo Escobar" Javier finally piped in. Speaking as if it was the most normal sentence in the world.

"What?" you deadpanned.

"Well, not exactly, we want to transfer you to a bar we know he frequents, try to butter him up a little bit" Steve tried to soften the sentence, but your mind was reeling.

"Butter him up how?"

"Just try and get on his good side, maybe get some information," Steve explained.

"I'm sorry, why the fuck would I do that?" You were shocked, to say the very least.

"We're not asking you to spy, just- we kind of gathered you'd spoken to him before so you'd be kind of trusted better?" Steve was clearly struggling to sell this to you.

"I've never even seen him" You tried for sincerity but you were sure your lie was evident.

"Cut the shit," Javier said, lighting up a cigarette. Well, you clearly weren't as good a liar as you thought.

"Okay, but- still!" you exasperated, "You're asking me to risk my life effectively"

"We'd be close by, you won't be in danger if you act naturally" Javier noted.

"And what's in it for me?" Christ, were you actually considering this?

"You'd take less shifts, but still be paid more than the Oracle, you can focus on school"

Oh sure focus on school during the day and focus on not getting killed in the evening.

"And the DEA will pay you extra" Javier added, hoping it would sway your opinion.

"I need some time, you know, to think this over" You ran your nails through your hair.

"Understood" Steve spoke, getting to his feet, "I'll leave you to mull it over."

"Bye Steve" You barely looked up at him leaving, catching Javier nod to him from your peripherals.

"Hey look at me" Javier took a seat next to you, tapping your leg.

You turned to him, sincerity staining his expression, "If you don't want to, I get it, it sounds crazy"

"Beyond crazy Javier" you sighed as you looked at him.

"But it won't be for long, and the money is good" He shrugged.

"And the money is a good substitute for my morals, Javier, really?"

"Don't act like you've never served a criminal before" Fuck, the truth sounded harsh from him.

"I don't know"

"Look, just think it over later okay?" Javier said simply, his hand still ghosting over your thigh.

"Besides, I'm more interested in what's under this"

It was amazing how smoothly he could transition from scaring the life out of you with his offer to having you in the palm of his hand.

"Shut up" you blushed earnestly, face burning at the thought of your silly overcoat.

"Come here" his fingers held you by the chin as his smile bled into the kiss.

The kiss only paused momentarily for him to hoist you over his lap, your thighs straddling his as you reconnected your lips.

He occupied his hands with the undoing of your jacket, pulling back to look you over once he'd shrugged off the coat.

"Fuck, look at you" You felt the way his hips bucked slightly at the sight of you in nothing but a smile.

"Stand up for me" You shot him a look but he only responded with the tilt of his chin.

Trying to remain graceful you rose to your feet in front of him. In nothing but your stilettos, the stifling tension and cool air caused your nipples to harden.

"You're perfect" Javier's eyes were hungry as they roamed your body, "Get over here"

You felt a surge of confidence as you stood before him, easing an eyebrow you countered his offer, "Why don't you get over here Peña"

He seemed to stutter his movements for a moment, giving you a chance to move away from him, putting more distance between the two of you.

Now you just expected him to walk over and maybe just force you back down to the couch. What you weren't expecting was for him to fall to his knees before you. You had to bite back a moan at the sight of his eyes staring up at you.

He started to plant soft kisses around your thighs, you bit your lip to quell the whimpers that were threatening to break through.

He tapped your inner thigh, "Open up for me hermosa"

Your heels parted as you let him chase his kisses to your core, you practically crumbled in front of his as he pressed kisses on your clit before sucking gently.

"Fuck, Javi" Your hands found a home in his hair as he continued his assault on your core.

His moans sent vibrations through you, your legs buckling beneath you. You whine when he stops his movements, "Get on the couch"

You practically skipped over and got situated, he looked downright predatory as he crawled to you. His tongue soon found you again and he threw a leg over his shoulder for good measure.

"Ay dios mío"

He groaned to that, his tongue delving deeper, you felt yourself coming undone beneath him.

"Don't stop" You pulled his hair slightly, however, it seemed this statement only prompted the bastard to remove his mouth completely.

"What the fuck?!" you half whined half groaned at him.

"You really think I'm going to let you cum after last night?" he practically laughed at you, you could kill him. He peppered kisses around your pouted face, you could cry at the lack of stimulation.

"Please Javier" You felt tears forming at the tension inside you.

"Don't be so impatient" his teeth nipped at your neck.

"Oh baby, I'm not letting you leave here until you've forgotten that guy's fucking name"

Part Eight

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Trouble - Replacements

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

A few weeks had passed since the night at The Oracle. The club, thankfully, was restored with charity from loyal customers. Still, it didn't stop you from dreading every shift that you had to work. The events which took place lasted probably minutes, but the way the blood and screams stuck in your mind was enough to render you motionless at the counter.

It had also been weeks since you'd seen Javier. You'd like to think you wouldn't have noticed the time going by with how busy you were, but this wasn't true. Going without good sex was like a year without rain. However, you tried to push him out of your mind to just endure the long shift you had ahead of you.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please"

The voice caught you slightly off guard, but the handsome man i front of you was a more pleasant surprise. He was boyishly handsome, brown honey eyes and a mop of thick hair. He's be a welcome distraction.

"Of course" you replied after maybe too long, turning your back and arranging the drink.

"Here you go" you handed him the drink with a smile, noting the deep scar etched in his brow. Funny, you thought. Such a sweet looking guy with such a harsh marking.

"You work here a lot" the man said it as more of a statement.

"I do, ever since the incident i've been trying to help out the owner with extra shifts" you continued your work around the counter, but the small talk was nice.

"I heard about that, it's terrible" you couldn't really say much to that, for fear of thinking too much about it.

"If you ever want to talk i'm here" he continued, you were caught slightly off guard.

"That's kind. What's your name?" he smiled reaching his hand out.

"Diego, and yours?"

You told him your name and shook his hand, blushing slightly as he smiled at you.

"It's a beautiful name" he circled his finger around the glass, your eyes following the rings on his finger.

"I like to think so." it seemed to have been so long without some form of communication, even his slow syrupy words were getting you hot.

"Would it be too forward to ask when you get off work?" once again you were shocked, but not put off.

"It would" you deadpanned.

He seemed to stutter slightly, his lips forming an 'O' shape before closing in a tight line. You decided to put out his misery.

"But, if I see you out front in an hour, I wouldn't ignore you" you gave him what you hoped was a seductive smirk. The glint retired to his eyes.

"We'll just have to see"

Cut to an hour later and your hands were grabbing Diego's hair out the back of the club. You needed this, after radio silence from Javier you craved some attention.

That thought led to another, of the last time you were making out with someone at the back of the club. You tried to fight the images of Javier's mouth on your neck. You weren't thinking of him right now. You also needed to remind yourself to stop making out with customers. A problem for a later date.

"Want to go back to my place?" you asked, needing another distraction.

"God yes, hermosa" you cringed slightly at the words, thinking about a certain someone who loved to call you that. You hid your groan as one of pleasure and pulled Diego to the car.

It was the middle of the night when you heard your landline ringing, startling you so bad it took your breath when you sat up.

You got your bearing, looking over to see Diego still sound asleep. The sex was okay, nothing crazy, but he was a nice guy.

"He- Hello?" you cleared your throat to rid the grogginess.

"Is this a bad time?"

Javier.

You grabbed the phone and made your way to the living room.

"Javier it's so late" you spoke quietly, as to not wake the snoring man in your room.

"It's not that late" he first said, following up with "Why are you whispering?"

You rolled your eyes, "Because I have neighbours Javier"

"They didn't seem to mind the noise when I was over" You could practically see the shit-eating grin form the other side of the phone.

"Why are you calling?"

"Why are you being so cagey?" Javier's tone changed, more brooding.

"I have a friend over and I don't want to wake them" You replied simply, glancing back to your closed door.

"Who?"

"Does it matter?" you sighed.

"Is it a guy?"

God you could kill him.

"You jealous Peña?" You smirked at his words, jealous Javier was so fulfilling to you.

"I want you to come over, it's about what happened at the Oracle" his voice was now straight, he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of being jealous.

"Now? No" You looked to your clock, it was nearly three in the morning.

"So it is a guy"

"Okay I have a guy over Javier, why does it matter?" You were tired, and his teasing was not amusing you.

"Did you fuck him?" You were almost speechless at his brashness.

"So what if I did?"

"Don't try to make me jealous hermosa, it won't work." Javier drawled.

You picture him now, smoking a cigarette on his couch, maybe naked. The image made warmth fill your body.

"Worked with Steve didn't it" You almost laughed.

"Hardly" he was getting short with you now. Silence filled the line, static sizzling like an invisible string of tension between the two of you.

"Come over" he tried again, this time with a voice smooth as honeysuckle in your ear. You fight the urge to abandon Diego.

"No Javier. I'm going to bed."

"He couldn't have been that good to have you sleeping by three" Javier was clearly trying to boost his ego, you wouldn't let him.

"Oh I won't be sleeping, Javier" you were lying through your teeth, any sex had ended after half an hour with Diego. Bless him.

He let out a short breath, "I know you're lying, hell I'll bet that he didn't even make you finish"

You were silent for a moment, he wasn't lying there. Still he took this silence as an admission of defeat.

He laughed harshly, the sound burning in your ears.

"Fuck off Peña" you wanted so badly to put the phone down.

"You're just frustrated you didn't cum, see if I was there-"

You cut him off, "But you wouldn't be here Javier, I didn't want you here, I wanted to fuck someone else."

The silence was back, you but your lip slightly. Your words came out much harsher than you thought.

"Take your panties off" he ordered, his voice warm in your ear as if he was right there.

"What?" you timidly replied, all levity had been sucked out of the conversation.

"You heard me, take them off"

Your breathing quickened, fire blazing in your core. "I'm not wearing any"

"You little slut" you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt undoing. If only you'd been there to help him.

"I want you to touch yourself" Javier explained, his breathing going ragged. Was he touching himself? God the image made you clench.

You looked over to your bedroom door, surely you couldn't do this, but by god you wanted to.

"I can't Javier"

"Touch yourself or I will drive over and show your little boyfriend how you like to be fucked." You whimpered at his words, a hand snaking down to the apex of your thighs before he even finished talking.

"That's right baby, i'll show him what a little slut you can be" His voice gruff against your ear sent vibrations through you.

"Oh god Javi" You moaned as quietly as possible, circling your clit and rolling your hips with the pleasure.

"Fuck say my name again" Javier was speeding the ministrations on his cock, revelling in the thought of you touching yourself for him.

"Javi, fuck" you felt your peak rising, the thrill of knowing you had someone in the next room only fuelling your desire.

"Who fucks you better baby?" he couldn't help himself, he needed to hear that you wanted him.

"You do Javier, only you"

"Hmm, that's what I thought" He felt himself unravelling. He needed to hear you cum.

"This is so fucked up" your voice was breathy, you were close.

"What fucked up is you not calling me first, if I was there you wouldn't even be able to walk straight, hermosa"

That was the last straw, you came hard, moans much too loud for your situation but you didn't seem to care. Javier followed suit, groans filling your ear as he fucked his fist.

Both of your heavy breathing filled the line, you couldn't believe what had just transpired.

"Be at mine tomorrow at twelve." Was the last thing he said before the line went dead. Your post orgasm brain barely even registered the sentence.

One thing was for sure, you knew you would be there at twelve sharp.

Part Seven

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Trouble - Usual Suspects

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

You had got ready in record timing. Although, if the badly covered up hickies weren't enough to give away your escapade, your creased work uniform from the night prior sure would. You technically had a shift that night but considering the club was basically broken glass on the sidewalk, you doubted you'd have any customers.

"Why do they even want to speak to me? I basically got all my information from you and Steve" you asked Javier as he put the car in park, stopping for a quick cigarette.

"It's just routine, you explain what you know about the two guys and file a witness report" he explained, offering you his cigarette, to which you took a nervous drag.

Your silence worried Javier, he glanced over to see you flick the ash with shaky hands. His suspicion only grew.

"What do you know about those men?" Javier asked more pointedly, his tone catching you off guard.

You looked at him with what you hoped was a steady expression, "What is the interrogation starting early or something?"

"Nobody said it was an interrogation" Javier took another drag, his eyes narrowing at your scoff.

You took a step out the car, slamming the door a little harsher than you intended, muttering under your breath, "Sure fucking feels like one."

"There you two are, thought I was gonna have to round you up myself" you smiled at Steve's friendly voice, thankfully he hadn't picked up on the tension between you and Javier.

"Sorry, I slept in a little late, still a bit shaken up" you gave him a sweet smile, his smirk letting you know he didn't buy your bullshit for one minute.

"I bet, anyways if you just want to follow me i'll just ask you the basic stuff"

"Okay sure" you nodded, following Steve's lead as he lead you down the offices corridor.

You stole a glance back at Javier, he was already looking at you, but with an expression you couldn't quite understand.

Steve had asked you the basics. How long you worked at The Oracle, who was there that night, and if you had seen the men before. You answered every question honestly, so far you'd had no reason to lie.

"And have you seen any other sketchy characters at the club before?"

Hm. Yes. Fucking yes.

Your boss had told you to ignore any weird stuff that you might see, assuring you that the men who came into the club were businessmen. Looking back now, you wouldn't be surprised if your boss was being paid to act normal as you'd seen some shady shit.

"Not really" you shrugged, Steve raised his brow.

"Not really?"

You sighed, "We sometimes have men come in who do business together, but that's all I know about it."

"Do you know their names?" Steve brought out his pocketbook.

"No." Lie. "I'm only a waitress, I don't ask names." Another lie.

Steve pondered your response for a moment, tucking his pen behind your ears.

He stood momentarily, and grabbed a piece of paper from the table. Sliding across the photo he asked, "Has this man ever been in the club?"

Pablo Escobar.

The name burned your tongue as you fought the urge to say it. However, you knew nothing good would come from that.

"I've-" you gulped a little, but regained your posture as you feigned nonchalance, "I've never seen that man before."

"Weird, he's on the TV an awful lot, you sure you wouldn't have seen him from that, regardless of if he'd been at the bar" Steve's voice was started to come off as suspicious, that worried you.

"Steve," you gave him another innocent smile, "I'm at college five days a week, if i'm not there i'm at the bar, if i'm not there i'm studying. You really think I have time to watch TV?"

You're answer seemed to have worked. You were confident now that he wouldn't question your prior shakiness. You sighed, relieved that it had seemingly worked to stump him.

"Your girl knows Escobar"

Javier was caught off guard by Murphys words. What had you said in there?

"That's crazy, how the hell is a waitress gonna know that asesino?" Javier and Murphy both looked over to where you were signing a document, Javier's head was reeling.

"That I do not know, but I want you to find out" Murphy patted Javier's chest with the papers he was holding before walking away. Leaving you and Javier alone.

"Well? Am I free to go officer?" you smirked a little and the look made Javier bite back a smile in return.

You took another step forward, managed to whisper in his ear inconspicuously, "Or officer, are you going to cuff me?"

A switch had flicked in Javier and suddenly the was grabbing your hand and pulling you out the office. You barely had time to comprehend this before you were back in his car, with him pulling you to straddle him.

"You better watch that mouth, cariño" The affectionate nickname not lost on you as you tried to plant a kiss on his lips. He denied this though, chose sing to grab you by the ponytail and roughly pull your head back, exposing your neck to him. You gasped at the sensation of his hot breath on your jugular.

"I thought you liked my mouth Javi" you chose to match his brashness, grinding your hips down to where you felt his jeans constrict him. Two can play that game.

He still hadn't kissed you, and at this point you were dying, panting almost.

Until that heat was quickly damped with Javier breathing a sigh and planting you back on your seat. You were being served theoretical blue balls by the man with an erection. Typical.

"Not here" his breath was ragged as he turned the ignition on. Watching you as you huffed and faced the window.

"Mierda" you muttered, pouting as Javier reversed the car.

"This is my place of work, you can't keep distracting me" he seemed to be saying it to himself more than you as he knuckles whitened against the steering wheels.

"You're no fun Javi" you cast a glare in his direction.

Then without a hitch he grabbed the side of your face and planted a small kiss in your lips. Sated, you smiled at him.

He sighed once more, focusing on the road,

"What am I gonna do with you"

Part Six

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Trouble - Morning Inquisiton

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Waking up next to Javier for the second time was much less tranquil than the last. First it was his blaring alarm clock that happened to be situated right next to your head. When you asked why he chose to deafen you at six in the morning he just claimed that having to reach over to turn it off made him wake up.

Next it was his insistent need to sing for the whole time it took him to get ready. In the shower it was fine, maybe even cute. But by the time he was pulling on his belt and had finished singing what must have been a whole album with bonus tracks — you wanted to strangle him.

When you finally decided you'd had enough of lounging about listening to Javier's butchering of popular songs, you stumbled less than gracefully into the kitchen, where the smug bastard was sat smirking at you with a coffee in hand.

"I hate you" you grumbled, reaching for his coffee. Apparently not fast enough in your sleepy state as before you knew it Javier had you by the arm and positioned you on his thigh.

"Hey, now you weren't saying that last night" he mumbled into your neck, planting light pecks on the bruised skin.

"Funny" you narrowed your eyes at him, he ignored your warning glare instead sending you a cheesy grin.

"You're mean in the morning" he shot you an overexaggerated pout.

"Hm, very cute" you took another sip of his coffee, "When do you have to go to work?"

"Depends. What's the time now" he tapped your leg with he arm that was wrapped around your waist, urging you to check his watch.

"Nearly nine"

"I'll leave soon" he nodded to himself, reaching for his coffee nestled in your arms, to which you shooed him away.

"So...speaking of work" you began, "Wanna tell me who you work for? Or maybe why you were there last night? Or how about-"

Javier cut off your questions with a calloused finger to your lips, "Too early." he groaned into your ear. To this you rolled your eyes, pulling his finger away from your mouth.

"Too early my ass, if anything, you've been annoyingly joyful all morning." you huffed in frustration, "I mean this is the second time I've been here and I've only just learnt your second name. I think I'm entitled to ask a few questions, Javier."

He reluctantly pulled away from where he'd situated himself in the crook of your neck, "I work for the DEA." was all he said, as if that answered all of your questions. You looked at him expectantly until you gathered he wasn't going to elaborate.

"Drugs?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, to which he nodded. "Okay, but that doesn't explain why you were there last night."

"The men in the bar were suspects, I thought Murphy would've told you." you shook your head, urging him to continue, "They had ties to the drug trade, that's what we — me and Murphy deal with."

You nodded at the new information, you narrowed your eyes as a thought came to your head. You were nervous to vocalise it, for fear Javier would laugh at you, But the way he was looking at you told you he was curious as to what was going on inside your head.

"Did what happened last night have anything to do with Pablo Escobar?"

Javier's head jolted back at your words, eyes scanning the expanse of your features, "What do you know about Escobar?" his tone was slightly harsher than before, but not enough to intimidate you.

His tone alone though, was enough to confirm your suspicions. This did had something to do with Pablo Escobar. That complicated things. Massively. How could you tell the DEA agent who you had hooked up several times with, that Pablo had been a regular member at the club you worked at. You had served him, hell you'd even go as far as to say, you befriended him. Sure, you had known he was involved in shady stuff but he had always gone out of his way to look out for you, whether it be generous tips, protection or ahem — party favours, so you'd never payed it any attention.

Javier said your name, snapping you out of your rampaging thoughts. "Nothing." Javier wasn't convinced by you, and you couldn't blame him. Still, you scrambled to cover your tracks, "Just that" you sighed, "I've overheard conspiracies involving him and the Narcos in the club, that's all." you gave him a tight smile, one that you were sure he'd question. And he probably would've, if not for the phone ringing and interrupting the borderline interrogation he was giving you.

He lifted you up from his lap, making his way to the phone. "Yeah?" he asked down the receiver, distracted by the way you were curled up on his chair, flicking through the paper and drinking his coffee. He seemed to be getting distracted by you an awful lot recently.

"I don't even get a Hello?" he recognised the voice straight away.

"Murphy, what's up?"

"Oh nothing, just that I need a little favour," his sarcasm was not lost on Javier who was rolling his eyes at Murphy's tone, "And, that little favour happens to probably be tucked away in your bed as we speak."

Oh, so that's what this was. Javier had to admit, he hadn't acted the most professional last night upon seeing you flirt with Murphy, but he had to give kudos to the guy for picking up on it. Or Murphy could've not payed attention to any of that and just saw the way you and him looked at each other and put two and two together.

"Wrong" was all Javier said.

"Oh?" he could basically see the smirk on Murphy's face.

Turning away slightly from where you were absorbed in the pages of a newspaper, Javier lowered his tone, as if that would help the fact you were only a few feet away from him.

"Reading the paper at my table as we speak, actually" Javier corrected, his words reduced to whispers.

"So I wasn't wrong to have my suspicions?" Murphy teased, aware of how far he could push his luck before Javier hung up on him.

"Get to the point, Murphy" Javier sniped, turning back towards you now.

"We need you to bring her in, routine check up after last night."

Javier nodded, although he couldn't help his mind from reminding him of your shaky answers to his questions about Escobar. No, you wouldn't be mixed up with that. You couldn't be.

"Are you sure its just a check up? She doesn't have to be questioned or anything, right?" Javier was aware of how suspicious he sounded, but couldn't help himself.

"Why would we need to question her Peña?" Murphy asked, his tone slightly curious.

Javier shook his head, "You're right, she doesn't need to." he paused for a second before carrying on, "I'll bring her in now."

With that, Javier hung the phone up. He took his time striding over to you, sat at the table still swaddled in his dress shirt from the night before. He took his time appreciating you, pulling your hair to one side before bending down to plant soft kisses onto the bruised skin. You sighed into the warmth, finally distracted from your reading.

"What did I do to deserve this?" you joked, eyes closing in bliss as Javier sucked a particularly tender spot.

"You have to do me a favour." at his words you turned to face him better, raising a playful eyebrow. He only grinned before continuing, "Not those kind of favours, you've done enough of those."

"I beg to differ." you smirked, reaching down to palm him through his jeans, unknowingly proving his early thought process.

You were a distraction to him; albeit a beautiful one, but a distraction nonetheless. He couldn't even remember what he needed to ask you with the way you were touching him.

"Later." he bit back a groan, nudging your hand away, "I need you to get changed, you're coming down to the station."

You furrowed your brows slightly, but understood why you would need to. With all the attention Javier was giving you, it made it pretty easy to forget that last night you were involved in a crime scene and had subsequently become temporarily unemployed because of it. You made a mental note to call Sebastian and ask about what his plan was for the future.

"How long do I have?" you asked, taking in your appearance in his kitchen mirror. You looked like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

You could thank Javier and his little hair pulling bit for that.

Javier checked his watch, "Ten minutes."

Taking another once over in the mirror, you sighed. You sure did have your work cut out for you. "I hate you Javier Peña." you jokingly chided, sticking your tongue out at him as you made your way to his bedroom.

Javier only gave you a shit-eating grin in return, rushing over to quickly swarm you with ravenous kisses, ignoring your protests.

Great, make that eight minutes.

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Trouble - Familiar Face

Part One, Part Two

"Murphy"

You couldn't hide the shock on your face when you turned to see Javier, your jaw was practically hanging on the floor. If Javier was shocked to see you, he didn't show it. His face was stoic as ever and he practically looked straight past you as he approached you and Steve. If you weren't so in shock maybe you'd feel a little hurt.

"What the hell happened?" Javier asked, looking over the newly ravaged Club Oracle, what a coincidence that only mere weeks ago he was sitting in there.

"Were thinking its one of Escobar's mules, took him out before things could get too heavy" Steve replied, gesturing to one of the body bags you'd failed to see upon your exit, your body shivered at the thought of who was inside.

"Wont that put a target on our backs?" Javier asked, he had his back firmly to you, blocking you out.

Asshole.

"What a bigger one than we've got already?" Steve replied, before turning to gesture to you, he introduced you to Javier, telling him your name as if he hadn't been moaning it upon your last visit.

You shook Javier's hand as he told you his name. Looked like he was choosing to feign ignorance over behaving like a normal adult.

"She pretty much operated the whole thing, told her she should be working for us" Steve joked, nudging your shoulder, you just laughed.

"In that case, thanks for making our job easier" Javier added, you sent him a look, narrowing your eyes, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze.

"My pleasure" you nodded.

"One more time" Steve began, looking at you with kind eyes, "Are you sure you don't need a medic?"

You smiled, grateful for his hospitality, "I'm good, thank you Agent Murphy"

"Please, just call me Steve" he matched your smile, you watched from the corner of your eye as Javier seemed to roll his eyes.

Was he jealous? Ha.

You decided to play with him a little, running your hands along Steve's bicep as you spoke in a hushed tone, "I hate to ask but I'd really appreciate a ride home, I don't think I'm good to drive"

You watched as Javier's jaw clenched. God, men were so predictable.

Before Steve could get a word out, you watched Javier step in.

"Steve I got this, you've got enough to do here" Javier put his arm around you, you tried to ward off the heat his touch brought.

Steve seemed slightly suspicious, you didn't blame him, Javier wasn't really sly in the way he was attached to your hip.

"Okay, and I'll see you at the station?" Steve began to walk away.

"Bright and early" Javier smiled, his grip on your arm intensifying.

"Bye Steve" you waved, your tone growing weak, suddenly you didn't feel so powerful.

As soon as Steve turned around, Javier had whipped you around to face him. His brow furrowed as he looked down at you. You gulped, trying to ignore the fire it kindled between your legs.

"Enjoy flirting with a married man huh?" Javier tone was so stern and do condescending, you hated that it affected you so much.

You cringed at the knowledge that Steve was married but chose to go a more childish route in replying, "Do I know you?"

"Very funny" he narrowed his eyes, to which you mirrored the movements. To any passers-by it would've just looked like the tow of you were engaged in a very heated staring contest.

"Hmm" he took your silence as a cue to continue "I'm gonna ignore this new attitude you got and give you a ride, okay?"

"Sure, gilipollas" you shrugged, muttering the last bit as you headed towards his car.

You heard his footsteps come to a halt, and turned to face him, he did not look impressed, "What did you say?"

And with the sweetest voice you could muster, you smiled, "Nothing!"

The tension in the car was palpable, you felt strangled by the silence that consumed you both. The most you'd said was your address and that was ten minutes ago. You scanned Javier's profile, it was criminal how beautiful he was doing even the most mundane things like driving. You huffed and turned to face the roads one more.

He picked upon your sigh, "Problem?"

"No problem here, officer" you practically purred the words.

"Still got a stick up your ass?" he said, you rolled your eyes in response.

"Why did you pretend to not know me in front of Agent Murphy?" you asked, choosing to ignore his previous remark.

He sighed before glancing over to you, "It wasn't personal, I'd just rather my colleague not have the opportunity to tease me about who I sleep with"

"Slept with" you corrected, now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"But, I guess that's understandable" you began, noting his silence, "I just thought you were ashamed or something" you turned your attention to your cuticles, not meaning to sound so vulnerable.

He looked over to you again, taking your hand and placing his lips gently against them. You fought the urge to blush under his honeyed eyes.

"Never would I be ashamed, hermosa" his tone was low and sultry.

"What's taking so long anyways I only live like a mile away" you wondered, not sure how to respond to Javier's honesty.

"We're not going to your house"

You furrowed your brows, "What?"

"I'm taking you to my place" he was confident in his voice, like his words were common knowledge.

"Do I have any say in this?" you asked, eyebrows raised as he just chuckled at you.

"You gonna say no?" he turned to you as he smirked.

Safe to say you stayed quiet for the rest of the car ride.

Arriving at Javier's apartment the second time around was far less rushed than the first. You had the chance to look around and assess his living quarters. You could tell Javier was a minimal kind of guy, only requiring the basics.

The one thing you did pick up on was the the record players nestled in the corner of his living room. You wandered over as Javier fixed you both a drink, scanning the crate of vinyl sitting next to it.

"Mind if I choose something" you held a record up to show Javier, he took a break from pouring as he looked over the breakfast nook.

"Be my guest"

You took the vinyl out of the sleeve and soon the sultry tones of Donnie and Joe Emerson were rattling through the room.

You took a seat on Javier's couch, smiling when he joined and handed you a mixed drink.

"Trying to get me drunk Mr..." you pulled a face realising you didn't even know the guys last name, yet you'd been to his house twice already.

"Peña, Mr Peña. And to answer your question, I want you to be in the right state of mind for what I'm going to do to you" he purred as his lustful eyes sized you up.

After downing a reasonable amount of your drink, you seemed to gain a little confidence. You set the glass on the coffee table and turned to straddle Javier's hips.

"Is that so? What if I want to take charge?" you spoke, laying soft kisses on his neck, feeling his pulse quicken underneath you.

"You're getting awful bossy, querida"

"Oh yeah? And you're being awful loud Mr Peña" you felt a surge of energy as you head a slight groan from Javier upon hearing you call him such an powerful title.

You continued your path of kisses, heading south and unbuttoning his work uniform as you did so. Javier's hand nestled into your hair as you began to undo the latches on his belt. Javier's thighs tenses as you shimmied him out of his jeans, already you could see his member straining against the fabric of his boxers.

You kissed the strong muscle of Javier's thighs, purposefully avoiding where he was most sensitive. You enjoyed the power as you felt him try to pull you closer to where he wanted you.

"Come on baby" you almost didn't recognise his breathy voice, "You're killing me here"

Deciding you'd had enough of torturing him, you released his cock from the confines of his boxers, not missing the quiet moan that left Javier, only spurring you on more.

You licked a stripe up the underside of Javier's hard cock, before taking him in your mouth completely. You weren't used to someone of his size so you let yourself adjust to the intrusion. When you were more comfortable you hollowed out your cheeks and began to bob up and down, Javier's moans fuelling you as you took him deeper.

"Fuck, just like that" his grip in your hair tightened as he bucked his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly, "Fuck yes, choke on it"

His words ignited your own arousal, wanting nothing more than to reach down and satisfy yourself, but no, you wouldn't, this was about him.

You continued your ministrations on his cock, you could feel his breath quicken with every bob of your head. Knowing his orgasm was fast approaching, you took him dee and let yourself gag around him. Javier let out a deep moan followed by a string of expletives.

Suddenly, he pulled your head off of him and brought you up to reach his height, the sudden movement startled you but soon you were calmed by the feel of his warm lips against yours.

In between kisses he spoke into your mouth, "I want to finish with you" followed by more kisses, "Want to feel you come around me"

His words were met with a groan, this time by you. Javier wasted no time ridding you of your work uniform and settled you in a sitting position, easing into you with a slow thrust.

You both shared a moan as he began a steady pace as fucked up into you. Being on top was a whole other experience than the last time you had sex, he felt so much deeper in you and because of this, you struggled to meet his thrusts.

You soon started to match his hips, letting out wanton moans as you felt him speed up his motions.

"Fuck Javier" you managed to moan out between kisses.

"Talk to me baby, how does he feel" he took to planting wet kisses against you kisses as you lay your head back, basking in the unrivalled pleasure.

"It feels so good. Fuck, I can feel you in my fucking stomach" you whined, feeling your orgasm fast approaching as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

"I- fuck - I am baby, you feel so fucking good" Javier's thrusts were growing sloppier, he to was close.

"Don't come yet baby, wait for Daddy" the name caught you off guard — your eyes widening slightly but you were quickly overridden with lust, letting out a moan as you snaked a hand down to stimulate your clit.

"Fuck, okay, come now baby. Come on my cock"

And that you did, almost painful in how intense you shook as you rode through your orgasm. You barely even heard Javier's moans as heat seared your body.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and sweaty kisses, Javier pulled out and you settled against his chest, smiling to yourself as you heard the record come to a halt and flip over.

Part Four

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Trouble - Club Foot

Part One

Weeks had passed since that fateful night with Javier, and to say the time spent in those weeks was interesting would be a lie. The two of you had parted ways the next morning, each equipped with the other's phone number, but it seemed neither of you reached out. You weren't really sad, just bummed, you hadn't felt that good during sex like, ever.

The weeks were instead spent cramming studying sessions into your already-packed schedule. You had some pretty big assignments due and you were at risk of falling behind due to your jobs demanding hours, but you powered through, albeit with some reluctance.

Even now when you were probably missing out on making valuable tips, you were nose deep into one of your textbooks, relying on one of your co-workers to man the bar for a bit. It was a Saturday and reasonably busy at the Oracle, you were thankful your boss wasn't here or else you definitely would've been reprimanded for having your attention not focused on work.

After finishing your reading, you took it upon yourself to buss the tables at the far right of the club, this was where most of the wealthier occupants sat and conserved over hard liquor. They were usually the best tip-givers too. You made your way to a booth currently seating two men, they were kind of seedy looking, you noticed. An odd chill passed over you as you approached the table. You asked if you could get them anything to drink, and they looked up at you with a certain disdain, like you had interrupted a very serious conversation. However, once they both looked over you and your body they failed to hide their sly smirks. You shuddered under the glare.

"Depends" the one with the goatee sniped, "Are you on the menu, Princesa?"

The other man nodded with a chuckle and you fought the urge to cuss them both put, where were their manners? Assholes.

"Afraid not, I'll take that as a no for drinks then" you reached for the few empty glasses littering the table, stopping in your tracks when you felt the man who had shamelessly flirted with you before, grab at your wrist. You gasped as he brought you down to his level to breathe into your hair.

"Watch the attitude, puta" he spat, the aggression in his tone not lost on you as you practically scurried away back to the bar.

"What's up?" your co-worker asked, taking in your rather timid expression.

"Oh nothing, just assholes at the back" you nodded your head over to where you could see the two men engaging in another important looking discussion.

"Typical" she muttered, leaving you to tend to more customers.

It was a while after your encounter with the men that you heard the phone ringing from the office. Being as your boss was out, had instructed you to answer if it rang. You sighed as you took in the growing number of people surrounding the bar, how important could a phone call be?

It seemed the phone call was important, the line had been consistently ringing for ten minute's before you had to excuse yourself from pouring drinks.

"Hola?" you sighed into the receiver.

"Is this Sebastian?" the voice asked.

"He's out at the moment, who is this?"

"Ma'am this is Agent Murphy" your eyes widened, the police were calling? "I'm calling to inform you that you've got a wanted criminal in the establishment"

What?

You couldn't even find the words to reply, instead you listened as he took your silence as a cue to continue explaining.

"See we need to get to him but we need your help" the man -- American you presumed, judging by his accent continued on, much to your horror.

"We need you to try and get as many people outside the building without raising suspicion to the target, can you do that?"

You paused, still trying to wrap your head around the whole situation. Could you do that? Would your nerves prevent you? No, no, you could do this. You had to protect the people in the building.

"Si, si. How long do I have before you come in?" you spoke through shaky breaths, you only hoped he couldn't sense the wavering in your voice.

"We're around the back of the building, we plan to intercept at 9:30" he replied, you checked the clock hanging on the wall of Sebastian's office -- thirty minutes, you could do this.

You listened as the agent described the appearance of the criminal. You now understood the weird feeling you got from the man earlier, it was definitely him being described. You shuddered at the memory of him grabbing your arm.

"Got it" you heard your co-worker calling for you, "I have to go now" you whispered the last part, truly scared at the events about to unfold.

You made your way around small groups of people, alerting them of the situation and reminding them to act as natural as they left. Some of them were scared, eyes so wide you swore you could see your own reflection in them. Others just seemed annoyed to be leaving their drinks so full, the presence of a criminal in the room not too concerning to them.

You kept your eyes on the clock, ten minutes before the police would come in. You'd managed to whittle the club down to just over ten people, the two men were still situated at the same booth. You'd informed your colleague and you she had reluctantly left, not before pestering you to make sure you called her after. You also felt terrible for having to keep some of the clubs customers here, but you couldn't risk the criminal becoming suspicious, you just hoped the customers would forgive you in the future.

You checked your watch, any minute now.

"Princesa" your blood turned cold at the slurred sound of the man from earlier -- the criminal, beckoning you over. This was just your luck.

With wobbly legs you tried to act as natural as possible as you walked over to the booth, forcing a smile as yo watched his beady eyes scan you over.

"What can I get you" you kept your voice strong, you didn't want him to see you sweat.

"Another round, hermosa" he winked, holding his empty glass up with a smile.

"Of course" you nodded taking the glass and practically speed-walking to behind the bar.

It was then that the saw a group of men making their way through the bars kitchen, your eyes widened. They all had their guns pointed upwards, the sight alone chilling you to the bone. You kept your back to the man as you poured his drink, silently watching as more men filtered through the doors, always careful to not be exposed too soon.

Then suddenly, everything happened in a blink of an eye, a man, a blonde man grabbed you and pulled you down to hid behind the bar as you heard shots fire out. You would've screamed had it not been for the man hands muffling your voice. The shots went on for a least a minute before settling down and being overpowered by the loud voices of the law enforcement.

"We got him" one said, his voice practically cheerful.

As the voices conversed around you, your mouth was no longer censored by the mans hand. You looked at him with wide, fearful eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking in your bewildered expression.

You couldn't speak, you only nod as you watch him help you to your feet.

"I'm Steve Murphy, guessing we spoke on the phone?" he was definitely an American, you could tell for sure now.

Once again you could only nod, you kept your eyes fixed on him as he escorted you out the building, you couldn't bring yourself to look at the bloodbath around you.

When you finally did look around, once you had exited the building. You could barely see anything other than blue and red flashing lights scattered along the road. There was multitude of police cars and ambulances too.

"Do you need to go see medical?" Steve asked, he was growing concerned with your silence.

"No, I'm okay" you manged to speak out, your voice betraying you as you stuttered.

Steve smiled, and the tow of you took refuge leaning against the door of a police truck. Yo watched as medics began carrying people out on stretchers. These were your customers. You felt guilt invade your bloodstream as tears welled in your eyes.

No, you did what you had to do. You repeated it like a mantra as you watched them haul out the last of the injured.

"Murphy" you both turned to see the source of the voice.

Your shock from earlier seemed to be back, although this time ten times more intense. That was because standing in front of you was none other than your one-night stand, fucking Javier.

Part Three

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Trouble - Mixing Business with Pleasure

It was a reasonably quiet night at Club Oracle. A few regulars were scattered around the room that usually was littered with the youth of the city, sweaty bodies gyrating to whatever DJ was playing here that night. As much as you favoured the tips you'd receive on those nights, you much preferred the familiarity of the aging men sat at the bar. They made friendly conversation with you and their glassy eyes were kind as they pestered you for refills.

When you were sure the small number of occupants were satisfied for a while, you took a moment to rest. Settling your elbows on the polished wood of the bar and watching the television from the back corner of the room. It was the news so it only served you some mild entertainment, that was until you heard the door chime, signalling a new customer.

You broke your stare at the television and turned to greet them, surprised to see that the newest customer was younger than forty. The same could not be said for the rest of the Oracle's inhabitants. Not only was he young, he was very handsome. Yellow-tinted glasses rested atop a sharp nose, accompanied by thick waves of chocolate brown hair. His lips curved into a smirk when he caught you observing him. You only smiled in response, not keen on being seen eye-fucking a stranger, or a customer no less.

"Hola, ¿qué puedo ofrecerte?"

He took a moment to look you over, then at the taps nested beside you.

"I'll have one of those sweetheart" he pointed to the tap of Aguila, before taking a seat at the stool directly in front of you.

You nodded at his request, not expecting his perfect American accent. As you poured the drink, you felt his eyes on you. If you weren't so used to the men in this place gawking over you, you would have been flattered.

"Busy night?" he joked, nodding his head to the empty room as he pulled a cigarette from his breast pocket.

You smiled as you slid his drink across, "I prefer it like this, on weekends I can barely hear myself think, let alone hear peoples orders"

He nodded, "You work a lot?"

"I'm paying my way through school at the moment, so I take all the hours I can get. One sec." you rushed your answer, noting a customer swaying slightly as he made his way to the bar.

The man seemed to have overheard your conversation, pitching in with a drunken smile, "I tell her this mi hermano, she is too pretty for this bar. I tell her she should model"

You blushed furiously at his comment, laughing along with a slight shake of your head as you refilled his glass.

"You are too kind to me, Samuel" you smile, he nods as he retrieves his filled glass, slipping a few coins into your tip jar.

You make your way back to the younger customer, noting how he is nearly finished with his drink. You grab a wet rag and begin to work the wood surface.

"He isn't wrong" he spoke through a thick cloud of smoke.

You smirk a little, "Who, Samuel?"

He nods, a similar smirk gracing his lips.

You shook your head, muttering under your breath, "El esta loco"

"Not as crazy as you think" he openly scanned your body now, his gaze like fire to your ice. It made you squirm a little for him to be so brazenly flirtatious.

A tense silence passed between the two of you as you resumed your cleaning, only looking up when he spoke again.

"What's your name, hermosa?"

You smiled at the compliment, telling him your name. "And yours?

"Javier"

You weren't really sure how you two went from innocently conversing as you worked to making out against the brick wall of your place of employment, but you weren't complaining.

Javier had manged to woo you enough that you felt comfortable telling him to wait outside for you as you finished your shift. And sure enough, when you left the front door, there he was. Leaning with his jacket around his shoulders and another cloud of smoke reverberating from him into the night sky.

It had took you mere seconds to approach him, rip the cigarette from his mouth and replace them with your own lips. And to say Javier was a good kisser would be an understatement, a massive one at that.

He tasted like smoke and alcohol but all entwined with a peppermint flair. He must've chewed gum whilst he waited for you. The combination made your head spin a little as his tongue explored your mouth. His large hands encircled you as he brought you closer to his body, the heat from his body encompassed you as you pushed yourself against him.

You were so caught up in him, you couldn't hide the breathy sigh you made as you pulled away from you. His eyes looked almost black under the harsh fluorescent streetlights as they scanned your face.

"Come back to my place" his breath fanned against your neck as he began to place feather-light kisses to your throat.

You could only nod, too scared that your voice wold waver in response to the sensation of his teeth grazing the skin on your neck. He looked up once more at your bobbing head, then his lips were gone. Instead he took you by the hand, leading you to what you could only assume was his car.

Arriving at Javier's apartment was a blur of messy kisses, torn clothes and breathy sighs. It was so dark when you two arrived that you couldn't really make out much of your surroundings.

That was until he broke apart from your lips to flick on a light. Even then, you had little time to snoop before Javier was back on you, planting feverish kisses to your lips and lifting you by the thighs to wrap them around his waist. You let out an excited squeal as he lifted you, watching as his orange couches shrank in the distance as you moved towards his bedroom.

He near enough threw you into the mattress, greedy hands grabbing at your work attire. There was no words uttered from the both of you, only the lust filled tension that was hanging heavy in the air.

Javier reached behind you and unclipped your bra. You arched at the feeling of your nipples standing erect in the cool air. A moan escaping you when Javier's lips worked their way down your neck to your chest. His plump lips pecked at your breasts, until he took it between his lips, rolling the soft flesh of your nipple against his warm mouth.

You let out a moan, the feel of Javier's teeth nipping at your sensitive breast sent jolts of pleasure through your whole body.

"Javier.." you moaned when his attention turned to your other breast. You were getting impatient.

"What is it hermosa, tell me what you want" he spoke through soft kisses to your chest.

Not being able to bring yourself to say it, for fear of cringing. You took to pushing his head down slightly, hoping he'd get the idea.

And boy, did he get the idea.

You could practically feel the smirk on his lips as he worked his way down to your underwear. Taking the lace between his teeth and pulling it down your legs. You couldn't help but moan at the visual of him spreading your bare legs across the bed.

"I've barely touched you.." he started, his voice thick with lust, "And yet.."

You jolted when you felt two calloused fingers slide up your pussy.

"You're already so wet, hermosa"

You squirmed again when you felt him repeat his actions, missing your clit by mere millimetres, he was teasing you.

"Please Javier" your voice was breathy and at risk of breaking.

He spread you even wider, exposing every inch of yourself to him.

"Since you asked so nicely"

And then he put you out of your misery, he ran his warm tongue through your slit, you gasped at the sensation.

He took to gently nipping at your clit before he encompassed it into his mouth. His tongue swirling enough to make you release a deep moan.

He groaned at the noises you were making, sending vibrations into your pussy, bringing you dangerously close already. But it was when he inserted those same two calloused fingers, that you really lost it.

Your thighs squeezed him as they shook. His fingers curled right at your walls in the most sensitive spot. You felt like you were stuck, the pleasure rendering you immobile apart from the rise and fall of your chest.

"Javier I'm gonna cum"

He didn't answer, only intensified the pressure on your clit. You couldn't help yourself from grasping at the thick waves of hair as you ground your hips against his mouth. Muttering expletives as you came.

Whilst you were still coming down from your own orgasm, Javier was stripping himself of his tight jeans. You thought about suggesting a break for you to calm down but at the sight of his thick cock being released, you just about whimpered.

"You taste so good hermosa" Javier reattached his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on him, it made you dizzy.

"Fuck, fuck me Javier" you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down.

He didn't seem to oppose as he sank into you, letting out an unrestricted moan as he did. God he was big, your eyes widened at the realisation that you already felt so full yet he wasn't fully sheathed in you.

His thrusts began slow, giving you a chance to adjust to the intrusion. But soon enough his pace became relentless, he fucked you into the headboard of the bed, causing an awful creaking sound to occur. You didn't care, you were already close again.

"Fuck, you feel so good around me" Javier groaned, muttering whatever came to his head as he fucked you faster.

"Javier, oh fuck" you moaned when you felt him hit that spot within you once again.

"That's it baby" Javier sped up his ministrations when he felt you begin to tighten around him.

You snaked your hand down to circle your clit, and soon enough you were coming again. Javier followed seconds after with a guttural groan, shielding himself in your neck as he pumped a few more lazy thrusts into you.

The air was heavy with sweat and sex. And it took you both a good few minutes before you could even begin to think.

Javier pulled out and settled himself at the top of the bed, where your head had been violently thrashing against the frame not minutes before.

You watched as he placed a cigarette in his mouth, offering one to you which you shook your head. You were content to just watch him. He made it look so sexy.

"You can stay the night hermosa" he spoke through an inhale, brushing a few stray hairs from your eyes.

"Okay" you smiled, happy he wasn't just kicking you to the curb after a quick fuck.

He reached for something in his bedside drawer, tossing you an object. You were glad to see it was once of his cotton shirts. Thanking him, you slid it on.

As you relaxed and watched him reach the end of his cigarette, you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy, and before you knew it you were drifting to sleep in your new acquaintance's bed.

Part Two

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