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[cherry-holmes]

Happy birthday, Javi | Javier Peña x F!reader❤️‍🔥

‘Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña'

Chapter 8

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Summary: It’s Javi’s birthday and you want to gift him something he has been wishing for a while: you.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female reader

Word count: +4k

Warnings: Established relationship. SMUT. Soft porn with a lot of plot😅 – Loss of virginity. P in V sex. Protected sex. Soft sex. Nipple play, oral sex (fem received), fingering. A brief mention of breeding kink. Praise kink.

A/N: It’s me, hi! I’m gonna be honest, I am so nervous for this! This is my first English work ever! And I’m not an English native speaker, but I am a student translator so I hope there’s no so much problem🥲 I’m sorry if you find some errors, please let me know if there’s any and I’ll fix it asap!

A/N 2: IMPORTANT BEFORE READE! As you know, this was the first work I published and, to be honest, at the time I didn't plan to turn it into a whole series. However, upon seeing the good response to this first writing, I was inspired to create an entire universe between our Reader and Javi. Therefore, this part now contains INCONSISTENCIES and INACCURACIES regarding the current timeline of the story. I decided not to modify it so as not to affect those who have already read it, but I hope that if you are readers of the original series, you can adapt it and understand the space-time in which our couple finds themselves.

I hope you like it!❤️✨

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Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, especially when it came to matters of sex. He believed that women had the same rights as men to explore themselves and have numerous experiences with their sexuality. There's nothing quite like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it.

But there was something about the fact that the only woman he had truly fallen in love with, his girlfriend, was still a virgin. It turned him on immensely. The mere thought of your innocence and the opportunity he had to make you feel truly good for the first time made him feel incredibly lucky. And also it made his cock throb.

The thought of you every night, and the things he could teach you in his bed, consumed him. His only desired was to lead you astray, turning you into a temptress. However, he never rushed you into anything you didn't want.

Of course, he felt disappointed the first time you both came so close to consummating your love on his couch, after a session of tender kisses here and there. He was already aroused, and he sensed that you were ready too. However, when you expressed uncertainty, he immediately stopped. He held you and reassured you that it was okay. He genuinely meant it, even though he had to take a cold shower by himself to cool off.

You had been with him for almost five months now, which really made you reflect on how quickly time flies. What's more, it was hard for you to believe that Javier had gone all those weeks without sex. He had a reputation, and you were well aware of it. He used to go from woman to woman; some of them you even knew from work, and others were his informants from the streets of Bogotá.

Initially, you were intimidated by his reputation as a heartthrob, a man afraid of commitment, as you had heard from office gossip. You didn't want to be just another one-night stand for him. You were the boyfriend-girlfriend kind of person. The dates, flowers and late night dancing kind of woman, someone who valued commitment, loyalty, and meaningful relationships. Plus, he was older than you, and you thought the age gap could be a problem when it came to establishing priorities in life. He was in his late 30s, and yet he didn't show any signs of wanting to settle down. It's not like you were desperate to get married; you were barely 26. But you needed to know if what you had could potentially lead to something more meaningful someday. You had a big crush on him and you wanted to make it last.

That's why you made him chase you for three months, wanting to see if he was trustworthy and if you were truly worth it to him. And then, after you said yes, he spent another fifteen weeks waiting for you, because he had fallen deeply in love with you. Your smile or even just a glance from you made his heart race every time. He felt like he didn't deserve the world because of all the sins he had committed, yet there was a piece of heaven in the shape of you right in front of him.

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It was the middle of June, to be more specific, Javi's birthday. You had spent the entire week asking him about any plans he might have for his special day, but he had insisted that he didn't want anything specific, just to spend the day with you. But you wanted him to have a great day to show him how much he was loved and important for you. And one of the things you planned was something he had been waiting patiently for quite a long time: you.

You were ready for him now. You had been dreaming about him all over you, his hands on your body, and the things he would let you do to him, and vice versa.

You two didn't live together yet, but you used to spend most days and some nights at his apartment, just like that morning when you woke up earlier than usual. He was still sleeping by your side, his bare chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. He looked younger in that moment, with his messy hair, his face at rest, and his always furrowed brow now relaxed. He looked so innocent.

You didn't know it, but before you, he barely slept. He used to have sex with women but always slept alone, or at least, tried to. He spent endless cold nights tossing and turning in his bed, attempting to forget all the blood and violence he had witnessed during the day. But then there he was sleeping like a child, knowing you were right there and you would never left.

You got out of bed as quietly as possible to avoid waking him up. You retrieved the small shopping bag you had hidden in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom. You had bought lingerie—a beautiful red lace babydoll that resembled a princess gown but with much less fabric, of course. The color matched your freshly painted nails, and your hair appeared even brighter with that color palette. You completed your look by applying a touch of color to your cheeks, lip gloss, and his favorite perfume of yours.

As you gazed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your cheeks flushed at the sight of yourself in that lingerie. You looked beautiful, and you had never felt more sexy. You returned to the bed where he was still in the arms of Morpheus. You lay down next to him, admiring his handsome features, and then placed a gentle peck on his cheek, hoping it would wake him up. But it didn't. So, you decided to gently turn his face toward you, using a finger on his chin to guide his lips to yours. It worked like a charm. He responded to your soft touch, kissing you back passionately. He purred with satisfaction and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. Then, his groggy eyes widened as they roamed over your delicate figure. Confusion flickered across his face for just a fraction of a second before he realized. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard at the sight.

"You like it?" Your voice was a whisper, and in that very moment, he was the only one in the world who could hear your words. "Feliz cumpleaños."

He looked up at you, grinning with eyes full of desire, and appeared so alluring, almost like the devil himself. He hadn't said a word yet, and you were apprehensive about what his voice would do to you when he used it. With just the way he looked at you, he had you wrapped around his finger. You began to feel aroused, and now you knew that there was no force in the world that could stop you from doing what you were intended to do. Your lips met his once more, and your hands found their way to his broad chest, feeling his smooth, tanned skin melting beneath your fingertips.

He broke the kiss again, this time to take your hand and guide you out of the bed. He sat down at the corner of the mattress, placing you standing between his legs. You couldn't help but notice the bulge forming in his sleeping pants, causing you to blush.

"C'mere, baby, I need to see you," he whispered. His hands roamed all over your body, exploring every ribbon and every spaghetti strap, caressing the parts where the lace were too transparent. "You look gorgeous," he praised and you felt the heat travel from your cheeks to your core.

You felt a little ashamed tho, not used to being so exposed to anyone before. On the other hand, Javi was mesmerized by how you looked, every one of your curves, and how the babydoll suited you so well. He couldn't believe that it was happening; he was over the moon. But he needed you to know something.

"Are you sure, amor?" he asked, finding your eyes. He did his best to be serious, not wanting to appear too eager and pressure you. "There's no rush. It doesn't have to happen just because it's my birthday," he continued, but you silenced him with another kiss, feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax even more.

"I am ready, Javi," you promised. "I've been thinking about this for like two weeks," you confessed, and he chuckled.

"You have?" he asked, and you nodded. He left a gentle kiss on your lips and seated you on his knee. "Look at me, baby," he said. "You tell me if you want to stop, anytime, okay?" You nodded. "As I told you, there's no rush. We'll just have fun as long as you feel comfortable. We're taking things slow."

You knew it! You knew he was the one. His words meant everything to you. You couldn't feel more comfortable and protected with him. Sex was one of the most vulnerable and exposed scenarios for a person, yet you felt like you could do it with your eyes closed, not worrying about anything else in the world as long as it was Javi touching and caressing you.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, mi amor. Do you trust me?"

"With my entire life, Javi," you answered.

He smiled again, proudly, and took you by the waist. Without wasting any time, he placed you in the center of his bed. You opened your legs, inviting him to take his place between them. He admired you from the top, your body so sexy in that garment, your flushed cheeks, and your shining eyes. That image used to be in his dreams, but now there you were, right in front of him, on the verge of being completely his. And only God knows how much he wanted to be entirely yours.

Javi bent over you, his hands caressing every inch of your body, worshipping you. His lips left wet kisses on the delicate skin of your neck, jawline, and collarbone. Your hands roamed his arms, where his prominent muscles bulged from supporting his weight to avoid crushing you.

And then you felt his hardened cock against your core, making everything feel more real. You moaned in the middle of a kiss, overcome by the sensation and anticipation of what was about to happen. Javi began to press his bulge against the delicate fabric of your panties, leaving a wet spot on his pants.

His hand reached for one of your breasts, gently caressing your hardened nipple, causing a moan to escape into his mouth. The touch sent electric shocks through your core, making you grow increasingly wet.

"Javi, Javi..." you cried out, moving your pelvis to meet him halfway, trying to alleviate the building urgency stemming from your clit.

"You're so needy," he whispered into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine and painting your skin with goosebumps. "Tell me what you want, preciosa, I want to hear you."

"Touch me, please," you begged as he moved against you. "Please, I need you."

"Fuck," he growled. His hands went to your back, undoing your bra, and he paid careful attention to the way your breasts were revealed for him.

His lips began on yours but then trailed down your jaw, finding their way to your neck. Wet kisses on your chest made you sigh, and then you lost all coherent thought the moment he captured one of your nipples with his mouth. Your back arched, and your fingers tightly gripped his arm. He moved to the other nipple, teasing with his tongue and teeth. Your whimpers filled the room, his name escaping your lips like a prayer, as you surrendered all control over your own body. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted more, so much more.

As if he were a mind-reader, his hand slipped into your panties. His thick fingers parted your wet folds, caressing you up and down, collecting your honey as they found your clit. A gasp escaped your lips due to the sudden and new sensation, feeling your arousal dripping from your sensitive pussy. You couldn't help but moan louder, your toes curling between the covers at the foot of the bed.

"You're so wet already, baby. That's so fuckin' good" He traced soft circles, bringing you relief. He teased your entrance with his fingers, but he didn't penetrate deeply. His thumb continued to stimulate your throbbing clit, while his middle finger attempted to enter you. You could feel the pressure between your folds, and due to your inexperience, it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Now it was your turn to slip your hand inside his pants, something Javi hadn't seen coming. He had been so concentrated on your pleasure that he didn't notice until you wrapped your trembling hand around his hard, warm cock. His skin felt like velvet under your touch. You began moving up and down, a little clumsy and uncertain if you were doing it correctly, but your desire was for him to feel as good as he was making you feel. In response, Javi let out a deep moan, his hips instinctively moving to find your touch, and he started whispering your name like a prayer.

"Yeah, baby, you're such a good girl," he praised, making you moan and became wetter. A few seconds passed, until he moved, ceasing his touch and forcing yourself to let him go. "I need to taste you," he said, slowly tracing a path with his kisses down your body, starting with the exposed skin of your breasts, then moving to your stomach and bellybutton, until he reached your panties. You watched as he positioned his head between your thighs, leaving gentle kisses on each side and slowly making his way toward your core.

"I think you don't need these anymore, sweetheart," he whispered as his fingers gripped the tiny straps on each side of your panties, slowly removing them. A gentle breeze caressed your wetness, and you let out a shivery sigh. He created a trail of soft kisses that led to your center until he finally began kissing your core. The sensation was unexpectedly delicious. You let out a cry and felt the impulse to close your legs, but he prevented it by grabbing you and making you stay still. You lost yourself in a whirlwind of sensations, where only you and Javi existed.

You were a virgin, but you weren't a saint. Of course, you had pleasured yourself before, often thinking of Javier Peña, but the way he was making you feel with his mouth was something else entirely. He was real, devouring you with the hunger of a starved man. His hands caressed your hips, your belly, and reached for your breasts. You couldn't help but whimper and praise him.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with lust. Unconsciously, Javi began to thrust his hips against the mattress, feeling the moist spot of precum staining his pants and boxers. His balls had become heavier, desperate for attention after several weeks without a woman's touch. Of course, he had taken care of himself, jerking himself off in the shower or during the nights he spent alone in his apartment. He always thought of you, reminiscing about your kisses, the warmth of your body against his, and even the way your pencil skirt hugged your heart-shaped butt around the Colombian Embassy.

"Javi... I... I want to come," you whimpered, feeling a knot growing steadily in your belly, signaling your impending climax. Meanwhile, Javi tasted your sweet honey pouring on his tongue. He intensified his attentions, fastening his sucks on your swollen clit, alternately licking your vulva and your entrance. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, seeking something to hold onto as you approached your powerful orgasm.

You shattered into a million little pieces, melting all over his mouth, your essence dripping from his chin. He admired your body as it trembled and unraveled in front of him.

"There you go, baby, let it go," he encouraged.

You lost track of time, caring about nothing else; the entire world had disappeared beneath you, and you couldn't care less. As you descended from your peak of pleasure, Javi traced a trail of tender kisses from the curve of your hips to your belly and up to your neck. Until you felt his lips on your mouth again, and you moaned when you tasted yourself on him. You wanted so much more of him, to spend your entire life tangled with him in his bed.

Javier felt your heart beating rapidly against his chest, and for a moment, he thought that you might be tired and overwhelmed. But you proved him wrong by starting to pull his pants down, freeing his dick. You felt his weighty member against your belly, so you looked down. It was the first time you saw it. You found yourself even more aroused, if that was possible, and at the same time, you felt a touch of shyness. By this point, you had allowed him to kiss your entire naked body, bringing you to climax with his skillful mouth, and yet, your cheeks burned at the sight of his cock above you. He couldn't help but notice the pearl-white drops of his pre-cum that painted your lower belly.

"Baby, if you're tired, we can save it for another time," he managed told you, even though he didn't stop you from helping him remove his pants and boxers.

"I want you inside of me, Javi," you begged, your voice carrying more desperation than you had realized. "I want to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."

"You're such a naughty girl, who would've known?" he chuckled.

"Only for you, Javi," you assured him.

His eyes darkened further, drawing nearer to your lips again. "I can't believe no one has ever touched you before," he said, "You're every man's dream."

"Many had tried," you confessed. He felt a wave of jealousy, because he knew it was true and he couldn't bear the thought of another man touching you, kissing you... It made him feel selfish, but he couldn't help it. "But no one but you was worthy. I waited for the right moment; I always knew it would be the right man. And I knew it was you the very first moment I saw you."

"I swear I'll spend the rest of my life being worthy of you," he said, dead serious, and you could tell from the look in his eyes.

After placing a peck on his lips, you said, "You can start by fucking me," with a shy smile on your face. You were attempting some dirty talk, but he could tell from the way you whispered and tried to hold back a laugh that it made you feel a bit awkward. He also promised himself that he would help you get used to it, taking charge of teaching you.

"Your wish is my command, bonita" he answered. Javi reached for the first drawer of his nightstand and, without searching too much, took out a condom.

He knelt between your legs, and you watched him put it on. He was bigger and thicker than you had imagined. For the first time that night, you felt a wave of nervousness coursing through your body, anticipating the pain you had always heard about the first time.

Would it hurt? Would he be gentle enough with you? Would there be any bleed? These thoughts raced through your mind as he positioned himself at your entrance, collecting your wetness with the head of his dick. He had been so focused on this moment that he hadn't noticed your worried expression until he looked up at you for a kiss. In that very moment, he stopped, his heart skipping a beat. He didn't want you to feel unsure or uncomfortable. His only desire in that moment was for you to have the best experience, feeling loved and well taken care of by him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. You shook your head to indicate that everything was okay. "Words, baby, I need you to use your pretty mouth," he added, his voice gentle.

"Everything's fine," you assured him, trying not to sound too nervous. "I'm just a little nervous."

"That's normal, mi amor, just relax," he replied. His lips met yours, and then he whispered in your ear, "You tell me if you need anything, preciosa. Are you ready?"

"Yes," you sounded more confident this time, and you could hear a smirk forming on his lips as he buried his face in your neck, and you held onto his strong arms.

Javi's hand traveled between your bodies, and you could feel him positioning at your entrance. The sensation made you gasp. Then he began to push inside slowly. At first, you felt pleasure, followed by a slight burning, as if something inside you were stretching. You couldn't help but wince and feel yourself growing pale. Javier didn't move, and you were grateful for that because you needed a moment.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper, his voice tense.

"I'm okay," you tried to convince him – and yourself – that everything was fine. But it wasn't; it hurt a bit, it felt invasive. You wanted him to continue, but at the same time, you needed a break. So you decided, "Could you... could you pull out?"

He immediately complied, carefully withdrawing, his forehead creased in concern. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No, it just felt awkward"

"Do you want to try again?" he asked. You couldn't tell because he didn't show any hints, but he was almost praying for you to give him an affirmative answer. He was as hard as a rock, and it was almost painful. However, he wouldn't push you to do something that might hurt you, so he remained patient and reminded himself that he had a whole lifetime to wait for you to be ready.

"I do," you murmured. He nodded, kissed you again, and continued. He left soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. You smell so good, like a mix of fresh flowers and fruits, he thought. It drove him completely insane.

"Relax, bonita. You're doing so fuckin' well," he praised. This time, when you felt him inside, it didn't hurt as much as before. On the contrary, it became a pleasant sensation.

Then you realized that he wasn't fully inside yet. As he continued to push, stretching you further, any discomfort faded away.

"You feel so good," Javier took his time to start moving slowly. His chest touch your nipples, stimulating them, making you increased your soft cries of pure pleasure. That was when all uncertainty disappeared. You began to feel incredible. Moan built up in your chest and escaped your throat. Javier was captivated by your gaze as you saw him directly in his eyes, and the way your lips parted to release cute moans and sighs.  Nose, cheeks, and chest turned red, the frown on your brow, and the way you scrunch your nose. He wouldn't last long. You looked so cute and sexy at the same time. You were a completely goddess, so pure and gorgeous.

His face disappeared between your hair and neck, leaving soft kisses and tasting your essence, whispering your name right into your ear amidst his own moans and pleasure-filled grunts.

"¿Te gusta, mi amor?" he wanted to hear you, although your mouth emitted the most sensual sounds he had ever heard.

"Si...," you could barely speak; the bliss was too intense, rendering you almost speechless. He was fucking you completely dumb. "Si, Javi, así me gusta."

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. He rose to his knees again, his hands firmly gripping your hips to raise them and thrust harder. He was captivated by the way your beautiful breasts bounced, your face lost in pleasure, goosebumps covering your body. The morning sun illuminated your skin and hair.

He knew he wouldn't last, but he needed to make you cum again. Using his thumb, he began tracing circles on your swollen clit, sending you into an intense spiral of raw pleasure. Your back arched of its own accord, and your hand clutched his wrist just to have something to hold onto.

"¡No pares, Javi!" you whimper, so ecstasy-filled, begging him to keep fucking you like that. "Oh, you feel so good, Javi. I... I'm..."

"Cum for me, baby," he encouraged, "I wanna see you fucking cumming on my cock."

And then another wave of pure chaos consumed you. You threw your head back against the pillow, digging your nails into the muscles of his beautiful, strong arms. You felt your world crumbling beside you, and imploring again.

Javier had never cum as hard as he did the very moment he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. His balls throbbed as he cum inside of you. He was so deep on you, filling the condom with his thick, warm load and he couldn't help but imagine your pussy filled with his cum. Carrying his baby...

A couple of seconds passed until you both came down from the clouds. Javi pull out before went completely soft. He reach again for his night table and looked for a box of Kleenex and started cleaning the mess he made. And then he cleaned you, so gentle and caring. Then, he lay next to you, pulling your naked and warm body to his, kissing the top of your head.

"How do you feel, bonita?" he wanted to know. With one hand he traced soft circles on your arm, and with the other he massaged your head, making you feel sleepy.

"Amazing," you mumbled.

"Sleep, baby, you sound tired," he spoke in a soothing tone.

"But I've plan an entire birthday for you..." you tried to say, but your body felt so relaxed and exhausted.

"We have an entire life to do whatever you want, mi vida hermosa," he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and thighed his embrace around your body. "Now sleep, baby."

"Happy birthday, Javi," those were your last word before fell asleep on his arms, bodies tangled and hearts still racing.

Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, but he wanted you to be his for as long as he may live.

NEXT CHAPTER

[heyhilana]

One Shot Till the End (Javier Peña)

Summary: A raid almost goes wrong, and you're sent to take some time off until you can return to the office. But Javi, your boss, is tasked to care for you and figure out what to do when patriarchy is against you and your job is at risk. But as the days go on, both of you wonder if a case of saving one's life blurs the lines of boss and agent.

A/N: Hi! This has been something I've been wanting to finish for ages but I always had something coming up that kept me from doing it. But now I have inspiration and time to put this out and I'm v happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it 💙

Pairing: Javier Pena (Cali Cartel era) x !f agent/reader

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of blood, stitches, male patriarchy (yes, I know this is not v girl boss of me but I promise Javi turns out better in the end).

Word Count: 12.8k (I had to add things oopsies)

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The moment you felt the car stop, you felt your heart stop with it. The whole ride from the Embassy to the abandoned building you could feel yourself shake, the goosebumps rising and the hairs on your neck sticking out as you couldn’t shake that feeling that this was a bad idea. Everything about this raid screamed danger because of how easy it was. There were no hiccups, no backup plans, just a plan A and that was all that was needed. It felt odd to you because nothing in your line of work was easy. Everything was complicated from the moment you stepped into that Embassy and got a briefing of who you were against.

When you voiced your concerns to Feistl and Van Ness, they looked at you as if you had twenty heads, feeling as though you were letting the stress of the job get into your head. And you wouldn’t dare say anything to Peña, knowing that the man was as irritable as they come, and he wouldn’t take the time out of his day to listen to you rant when he had to deal with trying to take back the reigns of a city that was held by four Godfathers that were seemingly impossible to take down. So you opted to stay silent, even though your nerves were in a frenzy, and you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing the entire ride or twiddling with your thumbs. 

You hopped out of the car, making sure that your vest was as secure as it could get, and you drew out your gun, feeling the coolness of it go through your body as you felt that soon it would be hot. Javi was out before you, quickly and quietly briefing the men so they could go where they needed to be in the building. Feistl and Van Ness walked over to Peña, taking their orders from him and soon taking the lead of their respective groups. You walked over to him, wanting to know what you had to do here. 

“Sir, where do I go?” It was a simple question, but he was somehow annoyed with that question as his eyes narrowed down on you. Deep down, you just wanted to know what you did to receive such negative attention from your superior.

“You stay out here.” His voice was firm as if there was no way that you could wiggle your way out of his decision. Your jaw was slacked when you registered what he was saying to you. How could he bring you out here only to tell you that you were supposed to be on the sidelines? It was as if he didn’t trust you to do your job, despite going through your record in the past and seeing that you were more than qualified for the job. You didn’t know what prompted him to make this decision, but you were damn sure going to get your answer.

“Why can’t I go with you guys? You brought me out here to do my job, not to sit on the sidelines and be the one to do all the paperwork after this whole thing is said and done.” The annoyance you felt surged through your body with every word that escaped your lips, and you could see that it struck a nerve with him as his face hardened. 

“Listen, Y/L/N. I make the rules, and I don’t think that you should be going out there with us. After all, you have made it clear to Feistl and Van Ness that this is a bad idea.” Your eyes immediately went into Feistl and Van Ness’ direction, seeing that you were trying to play it off as if they were not listening to the heated conversation you were having with Peña.

“Sir, doesn’t this seem a little off to you? We have never gotten something so easy like this, ever. It’s almost as if this was handed to us by the godfathers.” Javi pondered for a moment, almost considering your words.

“It’s nothing. Just do your job and stay here.”

“My job is to be out there with you guys. Just let me do my job for once.” Your voice was low and unwavering. You were tired of men questioning your abilities, and you were going to take a stand for what you wanted—no more being silent because it was getting you nowhere. If Javi, Feistl, Van Ness, or any of your colleagues/superiors couldn’t believe that you could do it by your file, you were going to do it by force. But he let up, surprising you and Feistl and Van Ness, who were just about to complain. He looked at them, and they stopped before he looked back at you. 

“You know what? Fine, you will come with us. But you must always stay with me unless we take separate areas.” You were okay with that as long as you could be out there. Javi didn’t give you a chance to answer as he walked off to the back, you on his tail as you didn’t want to lose him and give him a reason to keep you off the field. He took the left side of the door, and you took the right, giving him a nod and he kicked the door down, moving in quickly yet calculated, so there were no surprises. 

You covered his back the more he went in, him turning around and moving his head for you to go upstairs while he cleared the ground floor. You obliged, going up nice and slow and taking controlled breaths so that your aim was not shaky. You made your sharp turns and opened every door, seeing half-naked girls scared, and you were telling them to shush. It led you down to the final door, crimson red paint and slightly ajar, making you gulp. You took a few more steps and opened it nice and slow, only being pulled in by one of the drug dealers and a hand over your mouth to prevent screams. The boss only laughed at you as you flailed around and tried to bite, kick, and hit your way through this situation. 

“Is this the best that DEA agent can do? Send in a young girl to do a man’s job? He’s worse than I thought.” He was calm, taking a swig of what was in his glass before getting up and walking over to you. Tears were welling in your eyes as you hoped that Pena was done with clearing the ground floor. He ripped off your vest, throwing it to the side even as you tried to scratch him.

“Move your hand, Jorge.” He moved it, and the minute you went to scream, the boss punched you right in the stomach, winding you completely. You tried to gasp for air but Jorge covered your mouth again.

“Try to fight all you want; your little boyfriend can’t take everyone down.” He punched you again, over and over to the point where you started coughing up blood in the man’s hand and slapped you for it. Little boyfriend, they said, but you were sure that if you made it out alive, he would further scold you for getting into this mess. 

“What should we do with her? Sell her? Use her for now? Kill her?” Jorge was handsy, grabbing at your body and making you grimace at him.

“Aw, look at her still trying to fight. I’m going to have a good time with you later,” The boss went right to your neck, smelling you, and you could faintly smell his sweat, pungent cologne, and cocaine all over. You tried to bite Jorge’s hand, but he punched your side, making you yelp. Just as you yelped, you heard Javi call out your name. 

“The more you fight, the worse it’s gonna be for you. Let’s bring you outside to the roof.” The boss turned to his men, and they both knew to open up the hidden hatch on the ceiling, the ladder falling down. They pushed you along despite you trying to kick them. The men went up first, and before you knew it, you were being let go, but a gun was placed right on the small of your back. Javi called out your name, and you wanted to scream, but the gun was pushed further into you. 

“Make a sound, make a move, and you’re dead.” Jorge nuzzled the gun more into your back. You obliged, knowing that at this rate, they would kill you just for the fun of it. So you went up, still feeling the gun pressed on you until the other men pulled you up and held you close to them. Jorge and his boss followed, and you could see that from below, the rest of the team was down there, ready to shoot.

“Tell them not to shoot, or else we will kill you first.” The gun was placed firmly against your head, the safety being turned off with a click.

“D-Don’t shoot! He will kill me first and then all of you!” You were winded from the earlier beating so it came out more hoarse than clear, but they did lower their guns as Javi busted open the door.

“Where is she?” He was frantic, and Van Ness pointed up at the roof. He locked eyes with you, and from there, you were sure that would be the last time you would see him. 

“Your little boyfriend seems angry,” The gun was nudged against your temple. “Maybe I should kill you in front of him.” 

“Don’t. We still need him.” The boss spoke firmly, and it made Jorge click his tongue. 

“What do you want?” Javi had the megaphone in his hand.

“You let us go, and we give her to you.” It was a long shot, knowing that it would be hard to find them again if you let them go now.

“I can’t do that.”

“Then she dies,” The men walked you to the edge of the roof, the front of your feet dangling off as you almost lost your balance. “Make a choice, or I'll have them throw her off!” They kept pushing you off little by little, the ground seemingly so far as you knew that you wouldn’t survive it if you did fall off. Everyone was looking up at you in fear, and you just wanted to make it out alive. But they pushed you off more, and your foot completely slipped off before Javi broke.

“STOP! I’ll let you guys go!” The boss laughed and had the men pull you back up to the roof, tears streaming down your eyes as you faced death more times than you would like to count. “I’ll come upstairs, and we will trade from there.”

“I knew that you were a smart man.” The boss ordered one of his men to go back down to collect Javi, and the men that were holding you didn’t let you go as Jorge walked over to you.

“Maybe the agent has a soft spot for you,” Jorge commented, and maybe under different circumstances, you would consider his words. But now, they just made your skin crawl because you didn’t want him to die because of you.

Soon enough, Javi had opened the hatch, and the men were behind him, ensuring he didn’t try anything. You didn’t see his gun in his holster, making you wonder if he had another gun or a knife somewhere on him that would be easier to hide. He looked at you, and it was the only time you could recall that he was afraid, genuinely petrified at what could happen, which didn’t help your nerves either. 

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” The boss was smiling, and you wanted to kick him right in the groin to wipe that smile off his face.

“I’ll have my men leave right now as you give her to me. No tricks.” Somehow, he was calm as he spoke to him, not giving up any authority, at least in the verbal sense.

“You don’t make the rules for this. I do. You call them off now, and when they are away from here, then I will give her to you.” You could see how Javi bit his lip to avoid saying what he was thinking, jaw clicking as he walked to the roof.

“Move out. Make sure you’re out of his sight and away from Havana!” Someone was protesting from below, but he didn’t let them finish, although the name Havana stuck out to you for some reason. “Move. Out. I won’t ask a second time.” You couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you heard the cars speed off, leaving you all alone, outnumbered 4 to 2. 

“I’ll give her to you.” The two men walked you over to Javi, and you saw at the bottom of his boot that they had missed a small handgun. They practically threw you into him, and he caught you, moving you out of the way. 

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Americans, but I have other plans.” The sound of a car pulling up made your heart drop to your stomach. They were getting away, and it was your fault for insisting on going. 

“Wait. Havana is not a street,” Jorge turned to you both, gun pointing at Javi. “What did you mean by that?” His hand was shaky as you remembered what Havana meant. You saw the faint red dot on the boss’ head, him unaware of what was to come. The shot rang out faster than Jorge could warn his boss, and you saw the bloodshed that came as the sniper shot right away, the boss falling off the roof. The other men pulled out their guns, but they were shot too by two other snipers just as Javi pulled out his gun. Jorge shot at Javi, but you jumped ahead to protect him, taking the bullet as Javi shot at him and got him in the neck.

Jorge fell to the ground, holding his neck as the blood flushed out faster than he could keep it in before succumbing to his wound. You and Javi were on the ground, but as he got up, you felt the dizziness take over, the telltale sign that the shot you took was not simply a flesh wound. You looked down and saw that you were shot in the stomach, blood pooling down to the side.

“J-Javi? Am I going to die?” You felt pain as Javi tried to put your hand on your side to hold it in.

“You’re not going to die. I-I won’t let you,” Franticness was all that you could see, the way he was trying to help you as the cars pulled back around.

“I-It hurts really bad.” You weren’t sure if the odds were in your favor, but from how it felt, you wanted it to stop. Faintly, you hear the hatch opening as Feistl and Van Ness come up.

“Oh shit! Is she okay?” Feistl asked.

“Call an ambulance now!” Feistl used his walkie-talkie to call for help as Javi tried to get you to hold your hand in that same spot for pressure.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-It’s okay, Javi.” You were trying to speak, but your eyes were failing to stay open, and Javi was hitting your leg to stay up.

“Oh no no no. Stay with me, Y/n! Keep those eyes open for me okay?” 

“T-Thank you for giving me a chance.” It was barely audible as you blacked out, the only sounds you could hear were Javi yelling at you to get up.

-

“You’re taking care of her.” Crosby walked over to his desk, loosening his tie.

“You’re assigning me to take care of the kid?” Javi was in disbelief. He expected a reprimanding of some sort, but not this. 

“That kid saved your ass when she was the one that told you to not go in.” Javi began to wonder who told Crosby about that. 

“Then have someone else do it!” 

“This is your mess, Peña. And because I have to clean it up yet again, you should be happy that this is all that’s coming of it.” Crosby’s jaw tightened. 

“How long then?”

“Has she awoken yet?” Javi shook his head no. 

“I called the hospital. Still out of it after all the blood transfusions.” Crosby sighed.

“When she does get up, you’ll take her home and you’ll only come here to report to me and finish the paperwork for the bust. And besides, this will soften her when you have to give her these,” Crosby handed Javi the papers, and he scanned them to see what they were. 

“Transfer papers? Why?” Although he couldn’t stand this arrangement, you were the most qualified despite the shortcomings. 

“She doesn’t fit here. Too young, makes rash decisions, it’s going to cost us if we let her stay. Feistl and Van Ness told me enough about how she mixes up files, how she challenges them when they’re the ones teaching her, and with the stunt she pulled, I’ve had enough. I already have to deal with you more than I want to. I can’t have a younger, female version of you running around too.”

“You think she’ll take it?” 

“Not right away, but that’s where you come in. You need to convince her so that she’ll leave on her terms and that it won’t blow back on us.” Once again, doing the dirty work he would rather rid his hands clean of, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

“I understand.”

“Now go. I have a meeting in 20.” Javi turned on his heel and walked out the door, the bad feeling settling in his stomach. 

-

“Hey. It’s me, Javi. You’re going to be okay, carino. The doctors said you just have to fight. So fight for me. I mean, fight to live another day.” He held your hand, looking at how soft you looked despite the injury. He didn’t have time to process his feelings due to the mounting pressure he was always under. But now, knowing that you were on the brink of life or death due to you saving him changed his perspective. 

Sure, neither of you had shown much interest that was easy to see, but he pieced everything together as he was in and out of the waiting room. Why was he so hellbent on keeping you out of harm's way? Why he went against what Crosby told him and save you by using the old callout he had learned in his training as his last-ditch effort to keep you both alive? He knew you were more than capable, but something kept him from exploring that in the way he should. Hell, you were brighter than Van Ness and Feistl most times, and you had even proved him wrong here and there. 

The forbidden fruit he shouldn't have, you were in his gaze, but he fought against it until it was right in front of him. Now you were hanging on by a thread, and he was still contemplating if he should act on his feelings or if he should leave you be. Putting yourself in danger for him was not what he was expecting, and he was unsure if he could bear that loss of you based on you saving him when he didn’t feel that he was worth saving. Often the nights of drinking, the endless flings to numb the pain of earlier days, those cursed cigarettes that you hated but he craved almost as much as he desired you, the dismal thoughts that would probably get him taken off the force if he voiced them. He thought of himself as a functional mess, and he didn’t know if roping you into that was fair. 

He was rubbing your hand with the pad of his thumb when you began to stir in your sleep, making his heart race. Tears welled up in his eyes as if he hadn’t been crying for the past few days when he saw you open your eyes, the bright light hurting you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I’m in the place where I would be looking down at people instead of looking up.” You were croaky, and it only made him smile.

“You’re still stuck here with the rest of us. But here, drink some water and I’ll close the blinds.” He handed you the water and got up to close the blinds, the room becoming a little bit darker for you to tolerate. He sat back down right when you put the cup of water down. 

“How long was I out for?”

“3 days. You needed a blood transfusion and you were in and out for most of it.” You could see his tired eyes, light bags underneath them.

“Did we catch them?”

“He’s dead, Gilberto is in custody, and we have a lead on Miguel. It’s not enough to go after him, but after the raid we found enough to at least send some agents out to tail them.”

“I guess me getting shot wasn’t a waste then.” You were relieved, but Javi wasn’t.

“You didn’t have to take the bullet for me, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes.

“You would’ve fallen off the roof if I didn’t.” 

“But that would mean you would be alive and well. I’ve lived my life, and while I appreciate it, you have much more to live.” You scoffed. You would’ve thought he was on his deathbed with how he spoke.

“I’m not fragile, Javi. I knew what I was doing when I signed up for this job. Let me do my job.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, his gaze softening and your heart softening.

“You’re as stubborn as they said you were when they told me you were transferring over here.”

“Get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.” You squeezed his hand back, and the air in the hospital room felt different. Thicker, eyes saying more than what should be displayed even when it was undefined. You didn’t know what would happen next until the nurse saw the position you guys were in.

“I see someone has finally gotten up.” The nurse brought over the tray that had the morphine bag and other vital checking devices. Javi let go of your hand and got up, much to your dismay. 

“I’ll leave now. When you’re free to go tomorrow I’ll pick you up.” You immediately shook your head no, but you regretted it as your side began to hurt.

“Oh Javi it’s okay-“ He stopped you.

“I’m picking you up. End of discussion.” You didn’t understand why he created these sudden obligations for himself, but they made you feel that maybe you were more to him than just a young agent in over her head.

“Yes, sir.” He walked out, and the nurse tended to you, making your mind wander into fantasies that you knew were unattainable but quelled the pain as the nurse fixed your stitches. Taking a bullet for him led to him taking your heart, or at least that was what you were trying to ignore. 

-

You got your cane which made you feel 20 years older, and put it in your lap as they wheeled you out of the building, still doped up on many pain meds as you may or may not have taken an extra pill so you could at least enjoy most of the day. You had a fresh set of clothes that Javi brought for you the day before and your smaller bag, so there wouldn’t be too much tension for your body. The light outside was blinding you, but you could faintly make out the dark silhouette that was waiting for you at the desk.

“You have a cane?” Javi was smirking, and if you weren’t sitting down, you would’ve punched his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give this to you for your birthday next month.” The smirk dropped as the nurse kept wheeling you out to the door. Javi was close behind as she stopped.

“I’ll take her from here,” The nurse walked away, and he helped you get up slowly, careful not to rupture anything. Javi put your bag around you as it slung over your shoulder. “You’re gonna regret saying that.” Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I can still get away from you for a good week.” A week from the Embassy when you spent more time there than in the dingy apartment the government gave you. You didn’t know what you were going to do in those four walls when you were used to shitty coffee, drafts of cigarettes, and paperwork up to your neck for hours on end.

“Nope.” You were perplexed as you walked to the car with him helping you. 

“Why is that? You know I can take care of myself.” Javi sighed.

“When did I say that you can’t take of yourself?”

“Right now where you’re insisting on being my caregiver. Javi, It’s just a little shot, but I’m not dead.” Sure, it was touch and go for a while, and while you were sure the pain meds were numbing you to the point where you felt nothing, you could do it yourself. 

“It's your first time getting shot. If this was your second or third, that would be different. So you need help, don’t you? To go to the store, cook, and clean. That shot was close to major arteries and you can’t do everything without laying down for a while.” You knew he was right, but you didn’t want him to think that he owed you. 

“My neighbor can help me do it. She helps me bring groceries in all the time, and I’ve had some of her leftovers. You don’t have to help me.” You both approached the car, and he opened the door for you, helping you in.

“I’m helping you with that now.” As he took your cane, you rolled your eyes, and you buckled your seatbelt. He closed the door, opening the one behind your to put your cane in before closing it and going over to his side to get in the car. He hopped in, putting on his seatbelt.

“Why is my boss who is supposed to be taking down the Cali Cartel offering to help me go grocery shopping?” You knew there had to be more to this random generosity. 

“Because Crosby is tired of my shit.” It all clicked into place for you, but you were still confused about why he was not angrier about it. You figured that he would be grumbling and wanting to do the bare minimum and leave. But he seemed to be content with it, willing to be patient with you. 

“Oh. I cost you, didn’t I?” Javi started his car.

“No, you didn’t. It was my call to go in too early, so I can’t blame him for what he did. Just can’t wait to take these sons of a bitches down.” He pulled out of the parking space, hand going onto your headrest as he looked at both sides. Maybe the pills were making everything fantastical for you, but you never took time to notice his slightly unkempt hair, intense eyes, the light lip bite as he gauged his time to pull out, how he drove with one hand to turn. He wasn’t just your boss that was hardened. This, albeit a small action ignited something in you, but you kept those thoughts to yourself.

“We will. But do you even know where you’re going?” He pulled out of the parking lot and moved down the open road, moving his hand away from the headrest. 

“You live down the street from me.” 

“Oh. I guess the government wanted everyone to be close.”

“Some are spread out, but he only placed you, Jackson, and me in one area. We’re usually in threes, nothing more.” There was still so much they didn’t tell you, and it would probably take for you to go to the back room and spend a whole day going through everything to understand all the redacted parts of your job they failed to mention to you. 

“Will we have to move after this incident?”

“Possibly. But with me at your place and Jackson only a few doors down, we should be fine.”

“Thank you, Javi.” You looked at him, and he didn’t physically react as much, only the light jaw clench and his eyes softening a tad. 

“Anytime, Y/n.” As you looked down the road, you both sat in silence, sleep lulling you away quickly.

-

He brought you home, getting out to open the door for you as you put your cane on the ground. He gave you his hand, and that immediate warmth traveled back up to you making your stomach feel much weirder than what just happened a few days ago.  

“You better not tell anyone about the cane,” Trying to deflect from the rising goosebumps shooting through your arm, you earned a laugh from him. All that did was make it much worse for you. 

“How long do you have to use it for then?” He was walking you up the stairs, going up the second floor.

“The doctor says for two weeks, but since I’m due to go back after one week I’ll stop using it then.”

“You have to use it for two weeks. It’ll hurt you more if you don’t.” You reached your door, and he pulled out the keys from your bag, opening the door and letting you walk in first. 

“I’m the youngest person there and also one of the few girls. Don’t need to give them any ideas on trying to get me out of there.” Javi followed in behind you, closing and locking the door.

“If they try anything, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” You laughed as he took off his jacket and put it on the coat hanger.

“I save your life and now you’re going to be my protector?” You kicked off your shoes, thankful that he got you the looser-fitting ones you could slide out of. 

“Still your boss, Y/n.” Although there was a joking tone in his voice, it reminded you about the power dynamics in place since you knew that pursuing anything with him could be complicated, to say the least. 

“You have the look for it with that mustache.” You joked, trying to clear your head. “Did you want something to drink?”

“I’ll get it. You just sit on the couch.” He walked over to the kitchen, and you saw just how this week was going to go.

“Okay, I will.” You decided not to argue with him and sat down on the couch, getting some relief as you moved your cane to the side. He came back with water for you and a beer for him. ���Of course you get a beer.”

“I promise I won’t drink them all.” It was already cracked open as he took a sip, and you were mesmerized by his Adam’s apple and the skin showing around his neck. 

“You better not, or else you’re paying for it.” He lightly nudged your leg before going into his pocket and pulling out the cigarette, realizing that he had left his lighter in the car.

“You got a light?” 

“Yeah. Check the drawer next to you.” He did and found it, lightening it up, and the orange flame glowed in his face, much to your appreciation. 

“Those are going to kill you.” He groaned.

“I’m either getting killed by these or out there.” He pointed out the door, and although it shouldn’t have bothered you, your heart dropped.

“Don’t say that.” 

“You worry too much.” He noted.

“Says the one who’s babying me.” You crossed your arms, thankfully that the pain meds were kicked in, as that movement would’ve caused you more pain.

“That doesn’t count.” 

“Oh? Why doesn’t it count then?” You cocked your head to the side as he looked at you. 

“Because…because you need help. I can take care of myself as you always say.” He raised his brow a little. 

“You’re quoting me now? I think I’m growing on you then,” You smiled, and you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips for a mere second before going back up. 

“Keep dreamin’.” He grabbed the remote that was on the coffee table and turned it on, setting his feet up on the table and lying back. You did the same, letting him flick through the channels until he settled on a telenovela that seemed to quell your mind away from what was growing inside you.

-

“Hey. It’s a little after 10. You need to take a shower and get to bed.” Javi tapped your shoulder as he got up.

“Okay. Where’s my cane?” You rubbed your eyes and sat up, already feeling some pain set in.

“Oh. You’re willing to use it now?” He was smirking, and the rare joy in his eyes, even if it came from messing with you, made you look at him differently. 

“You know that smart mouth of yours is gonna work against you.” He handed you the cane and helped you get up, steadying yourself as you turned to the hall leading to the bathroom.

“Works for me when I’m talking to a pretty lady.” 

“Yeah because you pay them.” You joked, but it was more like a wheeze as you didn’t have much water.

“Querida, you seem to underestimate what I do.” The name change made your heart skip a beat. And that was when you smelt the beer on his breath. 

“What happened to just my name?” He caught what he did and cleared his throat, opening the bathroom door for you.

“Slipped out. Happens sometimes.” 

“Maybe you’re mixing me up with one of your prospects.” You walked into the bathroom and put your cane near your counter.

“You’re not that.” His voice was softer, the usual gruffness in his everyday work not audible. 

“Then what am I then?” You looked at him as if you were stalling, not really wanting to take a shower.

“You know what. Now get in the shower.” He closed the door for you, and you looked in the mirror, wondering if that little slip-up was all that it was. You hopped in the shower after you undressed and properly covered up your wound, doing what the nurse said in avoiding the area and remembering that you would have to redress it before you went to bed. 

You came out, realizing that you forgot to pick out some clothes and you were still in your towel. You snuck out of the room, hoping that he wouldn’t see you in this state, and got dressed before walking out into the living room and seeing him knocked out. You stood there for a moment, looking at how relaxed he was. The lines faded out on his face, unclenched jaw, no furrowing in his brows, even the classic hands over his stomach sleeping position that showed his age, he seemed to fit nicely onto your sofa. But having him sleep over when all you had was the couch was not a good option. He deserved to sleep in his bed, after all. So you gently tapped his shoulder, letting him stir a little before he opened his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m all done now. You don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.” You got back up and pulled your shirt down a little more, not realizing just how short it was along with the pajama shorts. 

“Kicking me out already? I thought I earned a night here by now.” You rolled your eyes as you watched him get up.

“Don’t push your luck. I know you finished my beer while I was sleep.” 

“You won’t notice if I just replace them all.” He pointed out.

“And now you just told on yourself.” His eyes widened, and you were beginning to smile.

“Did I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did,” You both laughed, and suddenly, the air seemed slightly lighter around you two. No longer awkward and a tad bit icy like before. Maybe after this, you could even be friends. “Well, goodnight Javi. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll swing by and cook your dinner. Make sure to take your pain meds because it’s about that time.” He was walking to the door, and you opened it for him, watching him step out.

“Okay, doctor. Get some rest yourself.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. But sleep well.” You smiled at him before closing the door and locking it shut, pressing your back against it as you couldn’t contain your happiness, even with physical pain beginning to course through you. 

-

4 days came and went faster than you could process, and you were enjoying every minute of it. Javi went grocery shopping for you, made you dinner even when he almost burned down the house, made sure you took your meds on time, and, most importantly, gave you company. Somehow you were enjoying his talks about Laredo, how he was pushed into becoming a DEA agent, and how his old friend Murphy was the only good person he met throughout this journey. Sometimes after a few drinks for him, he let words flow throughout his mouth faster than he could process, and you learned that he had a fiancé.

Lorraine seemed to be perfect for him, a beautiful blonde girl that could’ve kept him in Laredo and lived an everyday life. Sure, how he left her behind was wrong, and when he saw her again, you knew that it had to be a little strange, but just the idea of knowing that at one point he would settle down intrigued you. A normal Javier Peña, you couldn’t necessarily picture but you wondered how it would’ve changed him. Would he be the hardened man that you knew him to be? Would he be more of an empath, even with the incident that slipped out with Carrillo, an old “friend” that did something he couldn’t get over? Would he have the slight cigarette and alcohol problem that he has now? Seeing all those little things in him made you see another version of him that he kept hidden away, that despite all these mistakes that he felt made him a flawed person was a person that you could see redemption.

“Y/n, are you listening?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, and you shook a little bit.

“Yes, I’m listening.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Then what did I just say?” You gulped, trying to remember what you guys were talking about.

“That…that you called Murphy a fucking hillbilly for duck hunting.” He nodded his head, and you thought you were in the clear.

“I did say that…five minutes ago,” You shook your head, and he smiled a little bit at your defeat. “But you seem to be falling asleep on me.”

“No. I promise I’ll stay up.” He made a tsk sound as he got up, taking the beer bottles with him that he had to throw out.

“You need to sleep. Tomorrow you have to go back to the hospital to get those stitches looked at.” 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call a cab tomorrow to take me there.”

“I’m gonna take you.” You widened your eyes.

“You have work-“ He cut you off just as fast.

“What time is the appointment?” Javi was just as stubborn as you were, and you didn’t know if that was a good trait or a bad trait. 

“Noon. I’m sure Crosby will be having you fill out something by then.” 

“I’ll take you. Don’t worry about me.” The way he insisted on taking care of you was endearing, almost making you never want it to end when you knew it had to.

“Thank you, and are you going to see Joselyn again?” 

“I haven’t seen her at all actually.” You were surprised at his admission. Joselyn seemed to be his favorite, and she was his new informant. You figured at some point he would’ve swung by to get something.

“Well what have you been doing then besides going to work and coming by to take care of me?”

“I usually sleep right after.” 

“Well I’m getting better now. You don’t have to keep doing this.” He sighed loudly once he let you finish.

“But I want to. Do you want me to stop?” Your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

“No, but I don’t wanna force you-“

“You’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to do this, so let me.” It was the sincerity in his voice that caught you off guard. How was it that almost a week prior, this man was always at your throat and didn’t want to listen to your concerns, and here he was now, listening to them all and reassuring you that he was here for you? It made your head spin more than when it was spinning when you got shot.

“Okay, I will for now.” He rolled his eyes.

“Stubborn ass.” That earned a laugh from you.

“I learned from the best.”

“Mhm,” He hummed as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Javi.” He closed the door behind him, and you got up to lock it, the pain not as bad as before where you could move a little freely without the cane. You turned off the light in your living room, making sure everything was right before you went to your bed, letting sleep take over as you could feel yourself slipping into a honey trap that seemed to be sweeter than what met the eye.

-

Javi walked in, hoping that this would go in his favor. Tomorrow would be the day he had to give you the papers, and he wasn’t sure how you would react. All you kept talking about was how you wanted to get back into action, make up for what happened and take down the cartel. He admired your perseverance, but he knew that telling you about the papers would break you when you worked hard to get here. 

“Afternoon, Crosby.”

“Afternoon. How is Y/L/N?”

“She’s okay for the most part. The doctor said that she’s healed pretty nicely and that she’s all set to go back to work.”

“Yeah, back in the States,” Crosby mumbled, looking through papers. “When are you going to talk to her?”

“Soon. It’s not time yet.” Crosby slammed his hand down.

“Get to it. She needs to be out by Monday.” Javi was shocked.

“Monday? You didn’t tell me that the last time we spoke. We agreed on Wednesday so that it would give her time.” 

“Change of plans, Peña. The new division wants her.” Maybe it was the shock more so than the feelings he swore he didn’t have but hearing that a new division wanted her already made it worse for him. 

“What division?”

“They wouldn’t tell me. Just said that it would be in Texas and that she would be a better fit there than here.” Javi could see that Crosby was lying through his teeth, and faintly when he looked down, he saw your name next to the FBI division. He couldn’t see what it entailed fully, but you were sure that you would be on desk duty cleaning up after everyone else that didn’t want your job.  

“But she got us Gilberto.” He tried to reason, but it fell on deaf ears.

“I don’t give a fuck about who got Gilberto. She has to go because she’s not fit to be here and you know that. I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on keeping her around, but she’s going whether you tell her or I do. And if I do, then you’ll be packing up with her too. Now get the hell out of my office.” Crosby ended it and picked up the phone to dial someone. Pena walked out, almost slamming the door behind him in anger because losing you to the fucking FBI was not something he wanted.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Feistl asked.

“Let me take a wild guess and assume that you and Van Ness over there are the ones that wanted Y/L/N out.” Feistl's eyes narrowed a little.

“She doesn’t belong here. At this point it was us or her, and I didn’t work my way up here to get it taken away by her.”

“Yet on your own doing with Van Ness, you were the ones that almost got your informant killed.” Javi remarked.

“Why do you care so much about whether she stays or goes?” Feistl was challenging him, and Javi’s face turned into a scowl.

“Because I don’t appreciate it when the two people that reassured her that she would have a place here are the same ones stabbing her in the back. Makes me not trust either one of you as well.” He walked off after he said that, feeling satisfied by the look of shock on Feistl’s face.

“Wait!” His calls went unanswered as Javi went to the elevator, the guilt now setting in as he knew that tomorrow would be the day.

-

You heard the doorbell ring, and you opened it, seeing that Javi had some takeout in his hand. You saw the logo, and you beamed at him.

“You remembered what I liked.” The soft smile etched across his face became more familiar to you with all the days that had passed. A smile that he reserved for you after hours. 

“It’s the only meal you eat at work. Figured you would want this more than my cooking.” He stepped inside, and you closed and locked the door behind him.

“Well, it’s not that it was bad,” You trail off, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I could just take it back.” He moved to walk out the door, and you stopped him.

“No, please. I take it back!” You pleaded, and he stopped, smiling at his victory.

“That’s what I thought.” He handed you the food, and you took it, moving over to the island while he took off his jacket and shoes. You took out the plates as he got your remote and turned on the tv, seeing that it was already set on the telenovela you had watched earlier with him.

“Still watching Las Juanas?” You smiled, putting the plates on the table and the bag down, taking out the containers, and setting your servings. 

“It’s not my fault that it’s good.”

“Y/n, there’s about 30 people in that show named Juana.”

“It’s good, Javi. You were drunk when you first watched it so you didn’t give it a chance.”

“That was the only reason I could watch it. Sober I would just want to kick myself in the ass.”

“Then put something else on then.” You compromised as you finished making the servings, getting the silverware, and walking over to him to put it on the coffee table. He moved past you to get the drinks, a beer for him and wine for you since it was safe for you to drink, or rather the doctor never told you that it was too soon to drink.

“I’ll leave it on for you.” 

“For me? Really?” Your mocking tone earned a groan from him. 

“Don’t push your luck.” He walked over to you and passed you the glass of wine before sitting down beside you. 

“I’ve been pushing my luck this whole week. You seem to be all talk,” You put your leg on the couch, and he moved it up to put in on him, giving himself some more room to sit down. You were surprised that he didn’t move it off entirely, but you didn’t mind.

“When you’re healed, we’ll see about how much talk I am. I’m sure a little training will prove you wrong.”

“You’re on!” You agreed to his challenge as you both moved up to grab your plates, eating in silence as you watched Las Juanas, although he hated every second of it. 

After about two episodes, you both got up to wash the dishes before he left for the night. You washed while he dried them, and you were feeling a little sad as this was the second to last night you would have with him before you were both resuming your everyday lives. And what you didn’t know was that by tomorrow, he was supposed to give you those papers he wanted to burn with his lighters and send you back to the states working for a division that hated women even more. Both of your hearts torn by similar and different reasons, all left unsaid.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow? Before you’re set to go back on Monday?” He asked.

“I would like that a lot. Where do you wanna go?” You looked at him as he was drying, seeing his arms flex as he wiped the plate dry. 

“Anywhere you want. It’s your day.” He looked at you and winked.

“Can we go to the park then?” You asked, giving him the light pleading look that he couldn’t resist. 

“Yes we can.” You cheered a little, the glass of wine getting to your head.

“I’m happy you’re taking me-“ You were going to finish when you began to slip, and Javi caught you in both of his hands. You held on to him, looking at him, and he was so close, breath fanning your lips. Eyes locked in, you didn’t know what to say. Hearts racing, you knew your face was getting hotter by the minute but time was seemingly stopped between you both, the only sound being the tap water running down your sink. Slowly, he pulled you up but was still dangerously close to you, hands wrapped around your face and yours near his arms.

“A-Are you okay?” He asked, hand slipping around your waist a little more.

“U-Uhm, yeah. I’m okay. Are you?” Your hands went up his arm, feeling how big they were as they went up to his shoulder.

“Mhm. I didn’t want you to fall on me although I’m used to it by now.” You hit his shoulder and moved away, slightly annoyed but also laughing at his remark.

“Right. These women are just throwing themselves at you, really.” You turned off the faucet as you were all done with the dishes. He finished drying off the dishes, putting them away, wiping his hands, and getting ready to leave.

“What time do you want to come by?” You were both moving away from the kitchen to the door, watching him put his shoes on.

“I’ll come by at 9. Gives you enough time to fix that bird’s nest of yours.” 

“Maybe you’ll finally leave the 70s if you shave that mustache.” You shot back.

“I see I’m rubbing off on you.” He grabbed his jacket, throwing it on.

“Please. I’ve been doing this long before I met you.” You crossed your arms, and he was laughing at your mock irritation.

“I have more years on than you, Cielo.” You knew what Querida meant after looking it up in a dictionary, but Cielo was new.

“Cielo? What does that mean?” You were puzzled, and when you saw the playful look in his eye, you knew he was either not going to tell you, or it was a bad nickname.

“A little nickname I overheard. Fits you.” You rolled your eyes as the first choice came true.

“But you’re not going to tell me what it means?” 

“Nope. It’s for me to know and for you to wonder.” You sighed, opening the door for him, and letting him walk out.

“You’re an ass, but goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” You stood by at the door, him turning to face you.

“Goodnight, Cielo.” Suddenly, you reached out to hug him, not processing the action before you did it. He stood there for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight.

“T-Thank you, Javi. For everything.” Hearing you thank him made him feel warm but also worse inside. He held you tighter, crushing him, knowing he was holding back from telling the truth. 

“Siempre, Y/n. B-But I know you have to sleep, so I’ll let you go.” He pulled away, knowing that tears threatened to come down if he held you any longer. 

“See you tomorrow.” You were low, not trusting your voice to be any louder, or else it would’ve cracked. He turned away as you closed the door, your heart doubling in size as you knew you were done for after that. 

-

You were finishing putting on your shirt when you heard a knock on the door. You walked over and opened it, seeing that Javi was again in tow with food.

“Good morning.” He was all smiles, a rare sight when it was nine in the morning. It was only after a cup of coffee where his face relaxed back to normal.

“Good morning. What’s this?” You pointed to the bag.

“Coffee from down the street and some treat the girl snuck in for me.” You moved to the side to let him in, and he walked in and put the food on the table. 

“Let me guess, you flirted with her?” You asked as you closed the door. 

“I just told her that her shirt looked nice,” You looked at him. “Okay and maybe I told her that she was pretty too.” You shook your head, knowing that he would always be the charmer.

“That sounds more like you.” You noted as you walked to the kitchen to grab the coffee, the sip of rich, fresh coffee, unlike the stale coffee you had at the Embassy left you happy. Javi took the treat and broke it in half, giving you the other piece.

“Oh, you can eat it all if you want.” You turned it down, but he put it in your hand anyways.

“Take the piece. I know you’re gonna like it anyways,” Given how much he cooked for you and got your favorite food around town, it didn’t surprise you. You took a bite, which was still warm, melting in your mouth, making you smile. “Didn’t I tell you?”

“You don’t know everything.” You pointed out.

“I know enough about you and your love for food.” He wasn’t wrong, but damn him for calling you out.

“That’s not the point.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He took a bite of his piece, and you both ate and drank the coffee quietly after that, taking in the warm Colombian sun as you didn’t have much time to appreciate these kinds of days. By sunrise, you were already in stacks of files trying to figure out what the next move should be to capture the godfathers. But this morning, all aglow, you were in ecstasy.

Soon after you were both finished, throwing everything out and getting ready to leave. Javi pulled out some papers from his bag and handed them to you. You looked at his face and he was a little tense, making you worry. 

“What’s this?” You slowly took the papers, not wanting to look down to see what it was.

“Transfer papers.” You looked down and scanned it, seeing your name, change in division blacked out, everything that screamed you were being kicked out.

“You’re making me leave?” You wanted to kick yourself for your voice quivering, and Javi already regretting doing this.

“No! It’s just an option. After what happened I wanted you to know that you had the option to leave if you were thinking about it.” Lying through his teeth on the fly, it did nothing to quell your feelings.

“Do you want me to leave?” You dared to ask, looking up at him with bleary vision.

“I don’t think I should answer that.” A cop-out, his usual tactic in uncomfortable situations.

“Javi, you’ve been opening up to me these past few days. Why stop now?” You were breaking by the second, and he didn’t know if he could catch you or if you wanted him to.

“I don’t want it to influence your decision.” You saw right through him, and anger flashed through you.

“No, I get it. This was all a ploy to get me out. You never believed that I could do it but you couldn’t get me out on your own, not without a valid reason. But after getting shot, you figured you could nudge me into leaving without directly asking me to do so.” His worst fears came true, frantically shaking his head in disapproval. 

“What? No! I would never do that!” You wiped your eyes and threw the papers on the counter.

“Or better yet, this was all Crosby’s doing. He told you to do this and you went along with it because you wanted to.” The tears stopped rolling, and you were on the verge of kicking him out. Time was of the essence, and Javi didn’t know how to fix anything. 

“I-I didn’t want to-“ You scoffed in the middle of his sentence.

“I understand Javi, really. I’m supposed to now feel sorry as you couldn’t stand up to your boss so you just had to flirt your way in and then drop this bomb on me. The only thing I wouldn’t have expected was for this to happen so soon. This wasn’t even a full honeymoon.” Ire, a rare feeling that coursed through you influenced all that you were saying. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, you are. A sorry sack of shit because I didn’t deserve this, Javi. I fucking saved your life back there and this is what you do? Stab me in the fucking back all the while making me think that we had something special. Quite the fucking charmer, aren’t ya?” Your hands curled into fists as you tried not to blow a fuse, even when it was getting increasingly more complicated. 

“Please, that’s not what happened. Querida-“

“Don’t you fucking call me that.” 

“Y/n, I never meant for that to happen. I was trying to push away to soften the blow.” You couldn’t believe it. Soften the blow? In what way was he trying to soften the blow when he was doing everything to make you fall for him and then leave you hanging back in the new division while he and every other chauvinistic man had all the glory. 

“It was already fucked the minute you came to see me! Everything you did made whatever the fuck this is worse. Just leave at this point since you were already planning on it.” You were going to walk to the door, but he grabbed your arm. 

“You still need help-“ You pulled your arm away from him.

“Not from you, Javier! Not anyfuckingmore. Just get out, please.” Despite your anger making you lose all rational thought, your heart was still breaking as you didn’t expect this from him. Maybe others, but not him.

“I’m not leaving. Not until I tell you what happened because you only have part of the story.” You crossed your arms.

“What is it then? Because you couldn’t sleep with me? That would’ve been bad news for us both. New girl sleeps her way to the top and her sleazy boss can’t keep it in his pants?” 

“Would you just listen to me? It’s not that. I wasn’t anticipating for this to happen between us so I tried to stop it. I just couldn’t, and it was fucking eating at me not being able to stop what I was doing with you. The more I tried, the worse it got.” If this was an attempt to get sympathy, he was failing at it.

“Then what is it then? You’re talking in circles.”

“I love you! Okay? I fucking love you.” A bombshell, but it went in one ear and out the other.

“You’re lying. This is your saddest attempt yet at lying.” 

“No. Just listen to me. Would I have helped you the way I have these past few weeks? Would I have made sure that no one else would come to you about coming back early when I knew you were not ready? I wouldn’t be here at night to give you the comfort you need if I didn’t love you.” He was piecing it together, and slowly the anger lightened up, but you were still hurt, almost beyond repair.

“Then why did you lie this whole time, Javi? You waited until after you planned whatever this day was supposed to be to tell me.”

“Crosby changed the plans on me. Initially, he tasked me to do this as punishment for letting you go in for the raid. Feistl and Van Ness were put at desk duty, and because it was my call and shit show, I should’ve been grateful for only having to do this and give you the papers myself. It was supposed to be later this week but he told me to do it today since you’re supposed to be gone tomorrow morning.” The truth came out, and it made sense. 

“So I had no say in this after all.” You were lower, and the sinking feeling of realizing that the rug was being pulled out from under you when all you wanted to do was dedicate your life to taking down drug lords was hard to grasp.

“You know how he is.”

“But that still doesn’t change what you did. You still knew and when you were here, you acted like everything was okay. I trusted you. Hell, I realized I loved you.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence, making his heartbreak. 

“Y/n, I know you love me and I love you. Things can be different if you let me try.” 

“How can this work? I’m supposed to be on a plane to the U.S. tomorrow and starting a new life while you’re here. Besides, I’m still hurt by all of this. How can I forgive you after this?” Heartstrings being pulled in different directions, you held on to the little table you had near your door to steady yourself, taking it in. 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even forgive myself for this. But I can fix some of this, I promise.” He walked up to you slowly, but still gave you some personal space.

“Javi, I have no choice but to go. There’s no way out of this.” A tear finally dropped down, and it escalated into a flash flood that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried. 

“There is.” He got up to you and wiped your tears, thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheek.

“How?”

“I recorded a conversation between me and Crosby. And then after I left, the recording stayed on as Feistl stopped me. The recording can prove that this was planned to get you out of here.” You looked up, slightly in shock.

“What did I do to make Feistl and Van Ness want me out?” Racking your brain, trying to see what you did wrong, you were confused. 

“Feistl and Van Ness never liked it when you didn’t listen to them and you struggled when you first got here. My guess is that they saw you as a hassle, and when it came out that you were the one that first called out how dangerous the raid was instead of them considering that they were tasked with making this raid a success, they didn’t want the blowback. Crosby went to them first before me and when they said everything he wanted them to say, he jumped at the chance to get you out rather than keep you on.” 

“So I was the lucky winner,” You felt stupid for believing that you had a team that wanted you to stay on. You should’ve known that this would’ve happened. “And Crosby was never too fond of me either the moment I got here, so I can’t be as surprised that he jumped at the chance.”

“I could bring this up to the board, see what they say.” His suggestion was nice, but there was too much at stake. 

“I don’t want you to risk your job, Javi. Pacho, Miguel, and Don Chepe are so close to being caught.” 

“You can still go back to the states, and I’ll take them down. When everything is said and done, the truth will come out. All of it. I’m not letting this go when you never deserved this.” Both of his hands cupped your face, and with all the emotions you were feeling, the one that stayed was your love for him despite everything. 

“But then you’ll be out of a job. We both worked too hard to lose everything.” A position in Texas was not what you saw for yourself, but at least you could still find your way up the ranks later on. But for Javi to lose everything, it was hard to process. 

“I want to leave anyways, Y/N. This job took everything from me and I got nothing back except a shitty promotion and no life outside of it. Besides, you’re going to be stationed in a FBI location in Texas. I’ll be 20 minutes outside of your post.” Your heart leaped at how close you two would be, even if things shouldn’t have turned out this way. 

“He told you?”

“He left the file out, and he should know that I have wandering eyes,” For the first time since you took the papers, you laughed. 

“I know you do.”

“This is going to work. Don’t overthink it, Querida.” He pressed his forehead against yours, and you let him, trying to wrap your head around what happened in the past 10 minutes. Maybe tomorrow it would hit you more, but to be in this moment, it made everything seem to be a little easier because you had him, the one person in this shit job that wanted the best for you. 

“Okay. Let’s make the most of this day before I leave then.” You agreed, and that was how you left it for a moment. Standing near your door, trying to find the positives with the man you chose to save, and now, he was saving yours.

-

Sitting at your desk a little after 9, you finished the stack of files that had been there the day before, and you made sure that the meeting tomorrow that you had to lead was in order as well. You had a long day ahead of you, and it had been like that for a while. After 3 grueling months of trying to prove your worth, you were sure that it would lead to something, maybe a promotion or perhaps going out into the field again. You knew that, but with everything that happened back with the DEA, you wondered if the FBI would be the same. Everyone here treated you mostly as an equal, but with all the time that passed, you were beginning to feel disillusioned with it all.

You wanted the world to be a better place, but with the politics of the job, constantly trying not to step on anyone’s toes, and having to do some things by the book when everyone knew that you had to get things done by getting your hands dirty, it seemed impossible. The main thought ringing in your head was what Javi had mentioned to you the last day you were together. He was tired of it all, giving his life to this job and not getting much out of it. Would it make sense to do what he did or maybe get out early, a restart at doing something that felt meaningful to you? What that would mean for you was a question only time could answer, but it was something you couldn’t ignore as much as you thought you could. Knowing that you had a bit of a drive to get back home, you grabbed your purse and pushed your chair in. You grabbed the files and walked to your boss's office when Brian stopped you. 

“You’re leaving now?” You turned your head to face him.

“Yeah. I finished all the paperwork and everything is stacked in alphabetical order. I’m sure Diaz can work through it now.” 

“At this point he just wants you to do it all for him while he gets all the glory.” You hummed in response.

“One, that’s over my pay grade and two, I’m not going to inadvertently hand him the accolades that inflate his ego more than what it is already.” 

“You and me both. But goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian let you go, and you walked up the stairs to Diaz’s office, seeing that he was still there finishing up. You knocked on the door, and he tilted his head up.

“Those files are done?” He asked as you walked in.

“Yes sir. All in alphabetical order and loose ends taken care of.” You placed them on the side of his desk.

“Good work, Y/L/N. Are you all set for the meeting tomorrow?” He finished signing something as he looked up at you once more. 

“Yes. I’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning at 6.” You clasped your hands together, waiting for him to let you leave.

“Good. I have one question for you before you leave.” 

“I’m all ears.”

“I looked over your file and got on the phone with Robinson. He told me the training you did at the base was stellar.” The training was great last week. A struggle at first, but by the middle of the second day, it felt as though you hadn’t forgotten it.

“Thank you, sir. Robinson helped me a lot over there.”

“You’re welcome. Based on those two things, I have a proposition for you with going back out to the field.” Your ears perked up, but the feeling in your stomach was not the same.

“When would this be?”

“Preferably this upcoming weekend. We would send you and him to New York to investigate a series of murders that the police called us to help them with. Perez would lead as he was tasked with this first, but he agreed to take you under his wing to help you.” A field mission after 3 months, and you were in shock. Perez was a decent leader, but you did not expect him to agree to take you on as he was seasoned, at least out on the field for 8 years. A dream to go to New York as well, fulfill your dreams of bringing peace to the world, but it didn’t ignite the spark that it should’ve. You should’ve been holding back the grin as you did before when you were assigned to work in the DEA, looking forward to packing your bags to put your best foot forward in a new place. But now, it didn’t feel the same.

“Can I sleep on it for tonight and give you an answer tomorrow?" Diaz looked at you with a raised brow.

“I thought you would be jumping at this opportunity.” He sat back in his seat.

“I am appreciative of it, really. I didn’t think you would consider me for the job since I haven’t been here for long, but it is a lot to take in. I haven’t been on the field since that raid.” It was a plausible excuse rather than telling him that you were pondering on the idea of putting in your papers by the end of the week, but you didn’t want to be rash. 

“I understand. I’ll give you tonight, but I need an answer by tomorrow.” 

“Yes sir. Have a good night.” You pulled up your purse as you were beginning to walk out.

“You as well.” You walked out of his office to the elevator, pressing the garage level. As the levels went down, so did your expectations of staying here. It felt more final as you got to the level that your life was starting over. 

You walked out of the elevator and into the garage when you saw a dark silhouette on the wall. You took a look, walking a little bit closer with your gun still on your hip. You undid the strap, but you stopped dead in your tracks when the figure walked up to you. Out from the shadows was him, somewhat shorter, with cleaner hair, the same porn stache you made fun of, tight black shirt donned with his aviators hanging by the shirt. You were frozen as he was invading your personal space.

“Long time no see,” He took your hand, and you finally softened up, intertwining yours with his. “And you remembered to have your gun on you at all times.”

“Well with the stunt you just pulled, I have to do those things now.” You squeezed his hand, trying to grasp that he made it out alive. “You’re out of the DEA now?”

“Crosby didn’t take it all that well when I brought the tapes to the board. Since then, he’s been put under review and Feistl and Van Ness have been shipped off to somewhere in the states, far from here. I left shortly after.” He squeezed your hand back.

“I heard you did an interview too.” The interview made rounds in the FBI as most of them knew you worked with him, and when you listened to it, you were in shock and awe.

“I figured why go out quietly when I could make a little noise.” His little Cheshire smile made you smile.

“Sounds about right.”

“You’re all done for the night?” He began walking down to his car, just a few slots before your car.

“Yeah. Planning on going home to sleep and lead this meeting tomorrow morning.” You sounded exhausted, but Javi could hear that you weren’t as interested in it as you should’ve been.

“You don’t sound happy about it. I thought you would want that.” You stopped in your tracks.

“I do! Well, I don’t know. Diaz, my boss up there even gave me an option to go back out to the field in New York this weekend with this other guy Perez.” You were swaying on your feet.

“What did you say?”

“I need the night to sleep on it.” He knew from there what you were thinking.

“You’re thinking about leaving aren’t you?” You bowed your head a little.

“Maybe,” He took his other hand and lifted your head up, raising his brow. “I don’t know what to do, Javi. I worked so hard these past 3 months to get back to where I was. I was close even when I got here to being put out entirely.”

“What does your gut tell you?”

“To leave. It’s a second chance to get out on the field that I never thought I would get back, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right here.” You finally admitted to yourself, and there was a little smile on his face seeing that you were finally thinking about what you really wanted. 

“Then leave. Put in your papers tomorrow and start over.”

“What will I do then?” You asked, more to yourself than him. 

“That’s for you to find out, not for me to tell you, cielo.” He rubbed his thumb against your chin.

“What are you going to do then?” Your free hand trailed up his arm absentmindedly, going to his shoulder.

“Going back to Laredo. Work with my dad, find my place here back home.”

“Are you happy doing that?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“I left because I needed to chase after something I thought I wanted. But now that it’s done, I’m happy going back home.” 

“Then why did you drive here to see me?” You questioned further, feeling him move in closer.

“Because you’re someone I want.” You were back in that position you were in back in Colombia, and it was tension in the garage. No one else was there, only you two, and all the feelings you had pushed away to focus on work were on the surface. 

Finally seizing the moment, you kissed him, hand moving to his neck as he followed suit, slow yet passionate as you poured all the love you had for him into one kiss. You pulled back slowly, breathless as you were processing what happened and where this would take you in the future. His forehead rested against yours, and you felt goosebumps all over, the hairs standing up on your neck. 

“You ready to go home?” He asked after catching his breath.

“Let’s go home.”

[dulceabby]

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MASTERLIST <3

Hi, welcome to my page! Here's a masterlist of my fics to help you navigate through the endless shitposting and reblogs I do 🫶

Dividers are from @saradika in basically everything I post

Fluff - 🩷

Smut (which im scared to write but i did it!!) - ❤️‍🔥

Angst - 💔

SERIES :

It Hurts to be Something (abandoned, tbh) - 🩷💔

Daddy Issues - 🩷💔

My Kind of Woman - 🩷

ONESHOTS :

You're perfect, baby. (11/10/23) - 🩷

Joel Miller Halloweeny drabbles (i really dislike these)- 🩷

Well you may not like it, but you better learn how (29/10/23) -💔

Cold. (29/10/23) - ❤️‍🔥 (omg)

Be strong like you should've been (01/11/23) - 💔 (and comfort)

Sometimes, home is a person (11/11/23) - 🩷

Best Idea You've Ever Had (14/11/23) - ❤️‍🔥

My Sunshine (26/12/23) - 💔🩷

ONESHOTS :

A drabble I didn't name (first fic aw) (8/10/23)- 🩷

Just Stay (1/11/23) i really hate this one - 💔🩷

Back Home (3/11/23) - ❤️‍🔥🩷

Me, you, and a motorbike (8/11/23) - 🩷

(Not a fic) thinking about Joel from TLOU

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

(Javier Peña x fem!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Series summary: You had fallen in love with the one and only Javier Peña. He just gave you his entire life.

How to read:

Chapters order/time-line will be constantly changing because of drabbles.

Chapters marked with a number (ex. Chapter 1) are already in chronological order. Chapters marked with a title (ex. River) are drabbles even though it have also a number. DRABBLES CONTAIN MAJOR SPOILERS.

Please check on every chapter for its own warnings.

Chapters:

One

Two

Three

Four

Five: Carnival Games

Six

Seven

Eight: Happy birthday, Javi

Nine

Ten

Eleven

11.5: Eres mía

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

River

Miracle

[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 11

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: After being attacked, Javier felt guilty for put you in danger. He would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of injures and blood. Mention to violence typical of the series. I prefer to not give more details to prevent spoilers, but this is +18. You’re on your own, kids.

A/N: Hello! Chapter 11 finally here! Sorry for taking so long, I’m on finals in college so I’ve been studying, doing lots of homework and starting my thesis!🙈😬 But here I am, I hope you like it!

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Javier had never felt such intense fear in his entire life. Everything around him seemed to fade into the background as he fixated solely on your motionless body. His world moved in slow motion as he rushed toward you.

No, no, no... everything except you. He can't lose you, he just would never survive such thing.

He dropped to his knees beside you, his heart pounding so hard it could make a hole on his chest. But when he put his hands on you, relief washed over him. Your eyes were widened with fear and disorientation. You were shaking, you had scraped your chin, and your hands were cut from when you fell onto the sidewalk.

But you were fine. You were alive.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you both sat on the ground. As he gently held your face, his heart sank again when he saw the blood on your mouth. Quickly, he checked you and discovered that you had bitten yourself, likely from when you let yourself fall to avoid a bullet.

Javier held you tightly, feeling a rush of emotions. He was relieved you were alive, but anger and fear still coursed through him. He looked around, making sure the area was safe, before helping you stand up.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," he said urgently. He didn't want to stick around and risk another attack. Javier tried to pull you up, but when you attempted to stand, a sound of pain escaped your lips. "What is it?"

"N-no puedo," you mumbled. "Me duele mucho el tobillo." Without wasting more time, Javier leaned in to wrap an arm around your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you gently as he carried you into the restaurant; it seemed safer in there.

He sat you on the nearest table, still trembling from the shock. Javier crouched down in front of you, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded weakly, trying to find your voice. "Creo... creo que si. Sólo asustada y me duele el tobillo, " you mumbled.

Javier took off your heel to check your ankle; it was already swollen.

As he focused on your injuries, you looked at your surroundings. People were scared, trying to process what had happened, the sound of police sirens growing increasingly closer. Then, you saw the truck, the bullet holes on the door, and the windows completely destroyed. If you paid enough attention, you could see the holes in the concrete wall of the building next to the truck. If you hadn't seen him before, you would be dead by now... Suddenly, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Javi?" Your quivering voice captured his attention, and then you broke down. The crying was unstoppable, you were shaking, sobbing, your heart racing with adrenaline.

Javier gently put his arm around you as your tears flowed. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you. You're safe now," he held you for a while, letting you cry out the fear and stress that had built up.

By the time the police and paramedics arrived, you were calmer. You still had a slight tremor, but you had stopped crying.

Reluctantly, Javier left your side to speak with the police, who were already cordoning off the area. A young female paramedic began to tend to your wounds as you observed Javier's discussion with the authorities. He appeared so angry and frustrated, like a caged animal.

You noticed Steve and Trujillo, another colleague from the DEA, arriving and approaching to Javier, who engaged in an intense conversation with them, their faces etched with concern. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed like a heated discussion.

The paramedic continued her work, cleaning and dressing your minor wounds. She asked you a few questions, ensuring you weren't seriously injured, but mentioned that you would need an X-ray to assess the damage to your ankle. You answered her questions with shaky but coherent responses, explaining that you had fallen during the chaos.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but wonder what had just happened, it was all so surreal.

In less than a few minutes, your life seemed to became a completely chaos, you had seen your life passed before your eyes.

You didn't notice when the paramedic finally let you, you still had the metallic taste of your own blood on your mouth, turning your stomach, made you finally vomit. You moved to the side and began to throw up bile and stomach fluid. Javier returned immediately at your side, took back your hair and rubbed your back.

One of the employees of the restaurant gave you some water to rinse your mouth. You rinsed and spat out the bitter taste, feeling so embarrassed for all the mess you made.

"I'm-I'm sorry," you said, thick and quivering voice.

"It's okay, baby," Javier said, "Don't worry about that."

"I wanna go home, Javi," you pleaded, "Please let's just go home."

Javier continued to caress your hair as he finished helping you clean up. He couldn't bear the sight of you, broken and battered: the swollen bottom lip from the fall, your tired and scared eyes, your wounds on your face, and the stains of blood on your knees.

"I want to go home too, bonita, but we can't," he explained, and that caused you to start crying again. The fear and shock still had a tight grip on you.

"We have to go to the Embassy right now; it's safer," he insisted.

"She needs X-rays for her ankle, sir," said the paramedic, which prompted a brief discussion among the authorities and Javier. ''She must go to the nearest hospital.'' It was clear that you needed medical attention, but Javier didn't want to leave you alone in your fragile state, neither exposed you to another attack. After some deliberation, they decided that you could be transported to the embassy for medical care and further evaluation of your injuries.

Javier was relieved that he wouldn't have to leave your side. He continued to comfort you, whispering words of assurance and love as the paramedics prepared to transport you. It was a difficult and frightening experience, but you took solace in knowing that Javier was with you.

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You spent the entire day at the hospital. While you needed to use bandages for your ankle and rest for at least two weeks, you were technically fine. The shock of the attack still weighed heavily on you. You couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you hadn't seen it coming or if Javier had been in the truck...

Both the Bogotá police department and the DEA took the incident seriously, closing a section of the public hospital specifically for you. Their concern was evident, given the attack on one of their agents and the danger you had both faced.

When Messina and some other agents and police arrived at the hospital, Javier reluctantly left your side. He assured you that he had to talk with them in private but promised to return as soon as possible.

After the doctors determined the status of your ankle, Javier returned to your side, accompanied by Steve, Trujillo, and Messina, who looked stressed as always.

Javi moved closer to where you were lying in bed, one ankle elevated and bandaged. "Honey, we need to know exactly what happened. Can you do that?" His gentle and soft voice surprised everyone in the room. His colleagues from the police and DEA were used to seeing him as a tough and serious man, always focused on his job with a bad reputation as a playboy. However, you knew this sweet and caring side of him well.

"I was waiting for you in the truck," you explained, your hands sweating and shaking for recalling the traumatic event. "Everything seemed normal until a car stopped beside me. I don't know why I turned to look at it; I just did, and I saw this man pointing a gun at me." You remembered, "I reacted quickly, maybe by instinct, so I opened the door, and when I tried to step out, the gunfire began. So I just let myself fall."

Javier's grip thighening on your hand, giving you comfort.

"The man fired several shots, and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as I fell to the ground," you said. "I was so scared and couldn't move. I thought he would come closer and finish me off."

Messina, Javier, and Steve, listened intently as you spoke, their faces a mix of concern and anger.

"Then, Javier came running, and he helped me get to safety," you added, your voice quivering with the memory.

Trujillo nodded and took notes as you described the incident in detail. "Was he driving, or was there someone else?" he asked.

"There was someone driving, but I didn't see him," you said.

"Did you identify the man?" Steve wanted to know, but you shook your head.

"Try to remember, sweetheart," Javi's hand caressed your hair, and his thumb brushed yours while holding your hand.

"He had a mustache..." you sounded like you were questioning.

"Okay," intervened Messina as she stood up, "If she doesn't remember, it could compromise the investigation," she pointed, and everyone agreed. "We are going to follow the lead Peña gave us, but we must manage this under the radar," she warned.

You furrowed your brow, and she intervened again, "The politics are clear: our agents and administrative employees shouldn't get involved with each other." You blushed. "I have to figure out how to manage with our superiors in the US while we solve this on our own."

Messina continued, "We can't jeopardize the mission by getting entangled in personal affairs. Our priority is to apprehend Pablo Escobar and dismantle the drug cartel." Her stern expression softened slightly, and she looked at you. "I understand that emotions can run deep in high-stress situations, but we must remain focused."

You nodded in understanding, despite the lingering sense of fear and unease from the attack.

When your boss and the other agents left the room, Javier, still by your side, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Javier sat down beside you, taking a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. He watched you with deep concern, his eyes lingering on the wounds on your body. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of disheveled hair away from your face.

"You were really brave back there, you know?" he said softly, his voice filled with admiration for your courage.

You managed a weak smile despite the pain and anxiety still coursing through you. "I had a good teacher," you replied. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your forehead; then, a soft and gentle kiss on your injured lips.

"So," you said when he straightened up, "You think this was Diego's, don't you?"

Javi sighed as he scratched his forehead. "There's something I have to tell you."

You were actually nervous about what he could say. No more secrets, you both had promised. The words he just said seemed to break that agreement. From the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew it too.

He took a deep breath and met your gaze. "You deserve to know, and I should have told you before." You frowned, concern filling your eyes. Javier hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "You know that I went to see Helena," he said, as if he were disarming a bomb. It was true; you knew he had gone to see her after your previous breakup. "She told me that Diego has been linked to some of the people associated with the Medellín Cartel. We've been monitoring him closely because it's obvious they're using him to obtain information about the DEA and the government, taking advantage of the resentment he expresses for being fired."

Your mind raced as you tried to process this revelation. "I was more focused on protecting the work that had taken us so much effort to establish. And I was also trying to protect you," his voice suddenly cracked, and hurt was clearly visible in his eyes as he looked at your still-red eyes and the injuries on your beautiful body. "I didn't want to worry you, but now I know it was a mistake to keep it from you. I failed to protect you."

The weight of the situation settled in as he reached out to hold your hand, seeking your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotions, guilt filling his chocolate-brown eyes. "Please, forgive me. I couldn't protect you."

"Javi, no," you answered quickly, catching his hand between yours, then caressing his cheek with your thumb. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know he was going to do such a thing."

"When I saw you lying there, I thought... fuck, I thought I had lost you," he confessed, his eyes filling with tears that ran down his face. "It felt like my own heart was about to stop..."

You couldn't hold back your own tears any longer. Emotions flooded over you, and you pulled him into a gentle embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he cried.

''I'm here, Javi,'' you consoled him, ''I'm okay, I'm not gonna go anywhere.''

Relief, overwhelming and comforting, coursed through him as he realized you were still there, breathing, alive. It was a profound relief that washed away some of the guilt, but it couldn't erase the trauma you had endured. Javier wasn't one to cry. He didn't even remember the last time he did. He had always been so tough, pragmatic, not letting his emotions take over him. Stress, pressure, guilt, disappointment, fear, frustration; were things he put aside to avoid being blinded in his duties. However, he felt a sense of freedom when he found himself letting off steam in your arms.

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After sending some police officers to check on Javi's apartment, you both were able to return home. It was already night, and you had a headache from all the shock, stress, and spending the entire day in a small hospital room. Javier hadn't had an car anymore, so Steve took you both on his own, and a couple of officials spent the night on the street checking for anything potentially dangerous.

You decided to take a soothing shower to wash away the stress of the day after brushing your teeth. However, with your injured ankle, you struggled to maintain your balance. The pain was a still sharp, and it was hard for you to stand for too long.

Javier, ever attentive, noticed your struggle. "What are you doing?" He rushed to your side, catching you when you were about to fell in the bathroom.

"I need a shower," you said as you couldn't bear your dirty, dusty clothes anymore.

He helped you sit over the toilet and get rid of the bandage. He was worried that you fell on the shower, so he proposed something. "How about we take a shower together? I can help you."

The idea brought a blush to your cheeks, but you couldn't deny that the prospect of sharing a shower with him sounded appearing. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

"That sounds nice," you said, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle," he gave you a playful wink.

Javier took off your clothes, one by one, gently, until you were completely naked in front on him. Then, he did the same with his own, and guided you into the tiny space of the shower.

Warm water ran over your body, relaxing your muscles, taking away the stains of soil and blood on your body. He took you by your waist to gave you balance as you washed your hair, and then his. You winced when the shampoo stung the scratches on your hands.

"Careful, baby," he whispered, his warm breath brushing your face as he looked down at you.

As you rinsed his hair, you couldn't resist tracing the path of the soap running down his body when he wasn't looking.

You couldn't resist the temptation to let your hands wander along his skin, tracing the contours of his body. He shivered slightly under your touch, and his gaze met yours with a playful yet longing look.

"You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire.

A mischievous grin played on your lips. "Maybe."

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and your bodies pressed against each other in the confined space, under the water.

He leaned down to kiss your lips, and your hands found support on his shoulders. Wet kisses were exchanged, your tongues meeting halfway, and you could feel his masculinity pressing against your lower belly.

Although he had been helping you not to put all your weight on your injured leg, you started to grow tired on your other leg. Javier noticed it and broke the kiss. He, turned off the shower and guided you out of the shower, wrapping an arm around your waist to pulling you up and taking you to his bed, leaving a path of water all over the floor.

"Javi, wait," you protested between giggles, "we're going to make a mess!"

"That's what I intend to do, bonita," he said, gently placing your body on the mattress, a devilish sparkle in his eyes.

He lay beside you, gazing into your eyes with a mix of desire and affection. His hands traced a path along your body, exploring your curves. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers danced across your wet skin. Javier's lips found yours once more.

His fingers found their way to your core, splitting your already wet folds, tracing firm circles on your swollen clit. A gasp escaped your mouth in a shaking breath, your hand wrapping around his forearm by instinct.

"You like that?" He asked, voice so thick and low, close to your lips. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Talk to me, baby, I love hearing you."

"Ye-yeah," your voice quivered, feeling his expert movements giving you pleasure. "I like it so much."

"That's right. Such a good girl, as always," he whispered, his tongue tracing your lower lip as his fingers gathered your arousal. "Spread your pretty legs wider for me."

As soon as you obeyed, two of his fingers found the way inside your pussy. You cried out a moan, as his fingers were so thick. Just one had the power to ruin you; two of them felt like too much, but you loved feeling overwhelmed by his touch. Javier Peña was simply addictive.

"Ja-Javi...," you whimpered, moving your hips involuntary to find his touch halfway as his fingers bumped in and out of you, making a wetting, obscene sound that made you blush.

"I know, bonita," he whispered on your ear, causing a shiver run down your body, goosebumps painting your still-wet skin. "I want you to cum on my hand before I fuck you right," his words made you clench around his fingers, making him hiss. You could feel his warm, hard cock against the bone of your hip, twitching with every soft moan that left your throat, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

As his fingers speeded up their movements, his thumb began to work on your clit. You archer your back, your body getting closer to his as your hands took his face, your pelvis turning to meet his, but he never stopped torturing you with his hand.

"Ahhh... ¡Javi!... Ahhh, yes!" you claimed, consumed by the pleasure. His fingers curled inside of you, finding that sweet spot. ''Oh, fuck!''

''C'mon, baby, cum for me,'' he encouraged, as a knot formed in your lower belly, spiraling down to your very core until you detonated in a soundless cry, ''There you go, baby,'' your orgasm convulsing through your body. For a moment, you forgot the pain in your ankle, your knees, the stress of the earlier incident; it was all love and passion. ''Open your mouth,'' he ordered.

Your lips parted, and his two fingers, coated in your own honey, found their way into your mouth. A moan escaped when you tasted yourself on your tongue. "Suck on it," he whispered, his eyes darkened with lust as your tongue played with his fingers. "That little mouth of yours feels really nice, mi amor."

With a slurping sound, he exchanged his fingers for his own lips pressed against yours, savoring the lingering taste of your arousal on your tongue.

With a swift move, he positioned himself on top of you, planting kisses on your neck, descending through your skin, sucking your nipples, licking the soft flesh of your tummy.

Javi kneeled in front of you, between your legs, lifting one of them to place a sweet kiss on your swollen ankle. Then, he reached for your hands and did the same on the scratches in your palms. His lips continued to explore your body, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your knees to your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and each touch was a soothing balm to the ache in your body.

As his lips reached higher, he met your gaze, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "Eres tan hermosa," he whispered, his voice husky with intensity. "Te amo demasiado." You felt a shiver run down your spine, a response to both his words and the gentle caresses.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you answered. A lump formed in your throat, overwhelmed by the recent events and the passion and love you felt for the man in front of you.

Javier's eyes softened with genuine affection. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

His hand reacher to his nightstand for a preservative and when he was ready, rubbed the head of his cock along your core. Soft sighs escaped your lips as he teased you. Your hands went to his ass, forcing him against you. "Ple-please, Javi," you pleaded, burning cheeks and pleasure eyes staring at him.

"What is it, baby?" he whispered, his voice thick. You whimpered, pulling up your hips to meet his. He grinned devilishly. He loved having you plead for his cock, his fingers lingering on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the anticipation in your eyes.

"I need you," you confessed, desire evident in your voice. "Please, I want to feel you inside."

Without uttering a word, Javier aligned himself with your entrance. You cried out a moan as he buried himself into you in one swift, effortlessly movement.

Your nails dug on his back, his face found a place on the space between your neck and your hair as he growled with pleasure, feeling your walls clenching around his length. He loved that sweet pussy of yours, so warm and tight, and all his.

He waited a few seconds for you to adapted to him, but he was so desperate to fuck you that it was almost painful. All the adrenaline rush of the day, all those emotions, and the love he felt your you culminated in that passionate moment.

Javier moved to find a most comfortable position and then, he lost it. His hips thrust almost desperately against you, making you whimper and moan with intense pleasure as you felt his cock moving in and out of your dripping cunt.

Furthermore, the sight you had of him was like that of a Greek god. His strong arms bulged from holding your hips up to meet his, water still dripping from his hair to his neck and chest, drops twinkling between the freckles on his shoulders. His breath quivered, groans and grunts escaped through his lips with every thrust of his hips.

You swore you could feel him on the entrence of your cervix, he was balls deep on you.

Javi was delighted with the view of your bouncing tits, your blushed cheeks and nose, your pleading eyes filled with pleasure. His heart was racing, his brain shut down for an instant and his world reduced to you. He was ruined by you.

Your bodies moved in sync in a dance of desire. His hands explored your curves, leaving a trail of warmth and electricity. The room filled with the sound of your whispered words and filthy noises.

"Javiii..." you whined, feeling an intense pressure on your core, your body squirming in the sheets. It was too much, you barely could breath. "Ahhh, Javi, I-I'm so... close!"

His hands spread your legs wider in a rough movement, to make space to himself as he let his weight fell over you as he continue with his thrusts. One hand grasped around your neck, applying enough strength to silence your moans, but it felt so fucking good that made you pussy clenched and dripped around his cock, "Fuck, I love your pussy. It's all mine, you're all mine."

"I am, I am," you uttered as best as you could, "My pussy is only yours, Javier."

"My good fucking girl," he whispered, his lips found your and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue. "I'm yours too, forever."

As his movements became errants and messy and desperately, both of your found your orgasms in synchrony. Your eyes rolled as your back arched for its own will, your fingers tangled in his hair as you said his name like a prayer, over and over again. Javi's back muscles clench with his own release, grunting as he filled the condom, forcing the last thrusts into your cunt as his balls quivered.

The bed was, as he said he wanted, a completely mess. Sheets wet with your cum, and pillows wet with the water of both your hairs.

As you lay together, tangled in the sheets, you traced his jawline with your finger. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. You both were still naked, tired, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

He opened his eyes, and you could see determination in them, his fingers gently brushed against your cheek. "I won't let him get away with this," he declared, his voice low and resolute. "Diego will pay for what he did to you. I promise you that, mi amor."

You looked into his eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering commitment. "Please promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to lose you or that you do something stupid and ruin your career."

"I promise, bonita. I'll be careful."

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You woke up to a soft kiss on your lips and the delicious aroma of crumbled eggs and coffee. As your eyes opened, you found Javi's gaze fixed on you, a warm and affectionate smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, bonita," he greeted you.

You stretched and yawned, feeling a mix of soreness and comfort from the previous night. "Morning," you replied, a smile forming as you took in the sight of him.

Javier leaned in for another tender kiss. "I've prepared breakfast," he announced, gesturing to the tray adorned with eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table.

As you sat up, he handed you a glass of water along with an ibuprofen pill. "First things first," he said. You took the pill, and then he presented you with a much-needed cup of coffee.

Before you could utter a word, he began tending to the bandages on your ankle. The swelling had increased, accompanied by a prominent bruise. A twinge of pain coursed through you as he gently placed it on a pillow, covering it with an ice pack.

"I hope to be back in action by tomorrow," you said casually, taking a sip from your cup.

Javier, on the other side, furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You looked at him, "I need to return to work," you answered.

"Baby, the doctor said you need at least two weeks to rest," he insisted.

"I can't," you replied, "I haven't even recovered from my sickness leave two months ago, and I have bills to pay."

"Bills for an apartment you barely live in now." He brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Look, mi amor, I can take care of the bills. I don't want you rushing back to work, especially after what happened."

You sighed, appreciating his concern but still feeling the weight of financial responsibilities. "Javi, I can't rely on you for everything. I need to stand on my own."

His gaze held a mixture of understanding and determination. "I get that, but right now, your well-being is my priority. Let me take care of you, at least until you're back on your feet."

You sighed, a feeling of guilt lingering on you. "It's not fair that you pay for two apartments; you have enough responsibilities with your own, and I know you send money to your dad."

"Well, then I don't have to pay for two apartments," he said. Although you felt relief, it seemed weird that he settled for it so quickly. You knew him; he was stubborn like a mule. You looked at him as if he had grown a third eye.

"So, I can get back to work tomorrow," you said, and he shook his head. "Then how am I supposed to pay my rent?"

"You won't," he answered. "You won't pay rent for an apartment you don't have." He looked at you with a determination that hinted at a decision made. "Move in with me," he suggested.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the proposition. "Javi, I—"

He gently interrupted, "I want you to live with me. You already spend every day and night here, and even when you slept there, I slept there too. So no more worrying about rent or bills. Just focus on healing and being with me."

"Are you sure?" You set aside the cup and stared right into his chocolate-brown eyes. "It's a big step, Javi."

He sat closer to you, taking both your hands into his. When he looked into your eyes, you saw in them the most confident look anyone had ever given you. "A hundred percent sure," he answered. Then, he moved a bit nervously, but the determination in his gaze still lingered powerfully as he said, "Listen, I've been thinking about us a lot, and yesterday... it put everything into perspective. Life is too short, and I love you so much." As he said those words, you felt like you went pale.

Is he about to...?

"I want to do things right with you. Moving in together is a big step, and there's no one else I'd rather take it with than you, bonita."

You didn't want to actually ask if he was, well, proposing because he wasn't doing it per se. You didn't want to push him to say something he didn't feel or plan, but your delusional side was about to explode with excitement and love, and you could only think about floating down the aisle to him.

However, when he spoke again, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"We're going to take things one step at a time. We've only been together for a few months, yet I already know that I love you," he assured you, and tears of love started gathering in your bright eyes. "You must know that I'm serious about us and our future. So, what do you say? Wanna live with me?"

You let out a nervous giggle, overwhelmed by his beautiful words, his willing to share a life with you. You were so damn in love with him.

"Yes!," you nodded and a big smile crossed his handsome features, "Let's do this."

He leaned in, sealing the agreement with a sweet and lingering kiss, and you couldn't help but feel that, despite the challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Chapter 11.5

CHAPTER 12

[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 13

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Summary: After been kidnapped by Diego, Javier is desperate to find you. And he’s willing to give his own life if that mean you’ll be safe.

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Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.4k

Warnings: +18 THIS A HEAVY CHAPTER

Violence typical of the series. Gunfire. Wounds. Blood. Kidnapping. Swearing (slut, bitch to refer at Reader). Mentions of sexual assault, but nothing graphic. Mentions of death and dead bodies.

A/N: Hello! First of all I wanna apologize for taking me so long to bring you this chapter🥺 But I was struggling with my personal life and I wanted to do this chapter as well as possible. It was very difficult to write, to be honest😩 However, here it is! Hope you like it!

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"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

As soon as you asked, Javi furrowed his brow, giving you a mock-serious look as if you had just transformed into an actual worm. There was a smile on his lips, though, and a sparkle in his softened eyes just for you.

"A what?" He couldn't contain the humor in his tone. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer," you insisted, shifting on the bed to face him, playing with the bare skin of his chest. "Yes or no?"

He let out a smile and a laugh, his hand now caressing the soft skin of your arm, "I guess I would have to learn to love worms then," he teased, his eyes filled with affection. "But luckily for me, you're not a worm. You're the most gorgeous woman I know."

You chuckled at his response, enjoying the playful banter. His hand continued its gentle exploration on your skin and the flower patterns adorning your pijama.

"You know," he said, his voice taking a more suggestive tone, "even if you were a worm, I'd probably still find you irresistibly charming."

You blushed at his comment, the mix of humor and sweetness making the moment even more special.

"Wow, smooth talker," you teased back, grateful for the lightheartedness in the air.

Javi grinned, pulling you a bit closer. "What can I say? I'm just being honest."

He leaned on your body, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. His arms rounded your torso, pulling you impossibly closer to him, absorbing your natural scent and relishing in the little sounds you made when he kissed you, when he touched you.

As Javier's fingers ran through the silk fabric of your pajama, he couldn't help but wonder if you were fine, if you were cold or harmed. The unsettling thought lingered in his mind, imagining you in a place only God knew, possibly frightened and alone.

He couldn't help but feel a deep guilt for everything that had happen to you.

It had been two days since Steve entered his hospital room and told him you had been kidnapped by Diego Ibarra. He thought he would die of a heart attack right there, but he used all the strength he could find to get up and look for you.

"You need to calm down, Javi," his partner had told him as Javier managed to get out of bed and rid himself of the intravenous on the back of his hand.

"I have to find her," he repeated like a chant for the millionth time as he moved around the hospital room, trying to reach his clothes.

Messina had assigned a team to help Javier and Steve to find you, but they hadn't succeed yet.

"Are you ready?" asked Steve from Javi's bedroom door, bringing him out of his musings.

Javier nodded reluctantly, grabbing his jacket and heading to the main door, the internal struggle evident on his face. The worry for your well-being weighed heavily on him, yet he knew Steve was right. Going headfirst into the situation without a plan could jeopardize everything.

As they drove through the raining streets of Medellín, each passing second intensified the anxiety that gripped Javier's chest.

Then, at the base, minutes felt like hours, the room seemed to close in on Javier, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The constant ringing of the phone became a haunting sound, each call bringing a surge of hope followed by crushing disappointment.

It wasn't just about finding you; it was about unraveling the complex web of danger that surrounded your lives. Javier couldn't escape the nagging thought that your safety rested precariously on the decisions he had made, the choices he had yet to make.

As Steve continued coordinating with the team and the authorities, Javier drifted his eyes to the framed picture on his desk—a moment of love from the fair's photobooth. Your first kiss, on your birthday, when you accepted him as your boyfriend. He couldn't have been happier that day and since then.

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Javier felt like he was about to throw up, just hearing his personal cellphone ringing. He knew who it was.

Steve, Messina, and a couple of officers followed Javier as he answered and put it on speaker, ignoring the sharp pain in his side, where he had been shot.

"Peña," he couldn't contain the quiver in his voice as he answered.

"Ja... Javi?"

His heart stopped for a second, just to restart its pulse so fast it could make a hole in his chest. It was your voice, it was you. It was the first time in three days that he knew something about you.

He called your name softly, a mix of worry and relief flooding his tone. "Are you okay? Do you know where you are?"

"I'm..." you began, but your voice was abruptly cut off by someone else.

"Hola, Peñita," Diego's voice pierced through the line. Everyone around the phone got tense. His voice echoed through the speaker, a sinister undertone sending shivers down Javier's spine. "Don't worry, I've been taking good care of your girl."

Javier clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. "Let her go, Diego. This is between us. Don't involve her."

"Oh, but she's quite involved, isn't she?" Diego chuckled, the sound dripping with malice. "Little fuckin' slut." Javier's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and desperation. "Listen, you're going to follow my instructions if you want her to stay in one piece."

Javier's mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation. "You see, I know all about your little dance with Los Pepes. Quite the federal crime, isn't it? I've got some juicy details that might interest the DEA, amigo."

Javier could feel everyone's eyes on him, shocked by the revelation. Agent Peña leaking to Los Pepes? He was fucked. However, he couldn't care less about his job in that moment. He was focused on you and bringing you back.

"What do you want?" he demanded, a mixture of anger and desperation in his voice.

Diego chuckled, relishing the upper hand. "Simple, Peñita. You go to your DEA pals and tell them about your new friends in Cali, about Don Berna and sweet Judy Moncada."

Diego continued, his voice dripping with malice, "And you tell them everything. I want you to spill the beans on your cozy little collaboration with Los Pepes. I'm gonna ruin your life like you ruined mine. Staring with your career."

And he hung up the phone.

Before anyone, even Javier, could say anything, Messina, visibly concerned, asked him, "What was all that about Los Pepes?"

Javier shared a look with Steve and took a deep breath before responding, "I'll explain later. Right now, we need to focus on tracking down Diego and saving her."

Messina nodded, not fully convinced, but she knew the urgency in finding you. For her, you weren't just Javier's girlfriend; you were her responsibility on the DEA administrative side. By kidnapping you, Diego had committed a federal crime just as Peña did by leaking information to Los Pepes. Eventually, both men had to pay for what they did, but in that very moment, your life was the main priority.

Trujillo, joining the conversation, added, "We've located the source of the call. It's a warehouse on the outskirts of Medellín. We should move quickly."

The urgency in the room escalated as the team prepared to mobilize.

Javier jumped into the passenger seat of Murphy's truck, who knew that recommending Javi to stay in the base because of his wound would be in vain. As they followed Trujillo, Javier spoke.

"If they ask you, you didn't know anything about Los Pepes," he reminded his partner.

"Fuck you, Javi," Steve answered. He was pissed at him for being so stupid to do such a thing as to form a kind of alliance with the enemies.

"It's all on me, Steve," Javi ended, acknowledging the weight of his actions.

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As soon as Diego ended the phone call, he grabbed you by the hairs behind your head, pulling back so you faced him. You cried out, tear falling down your cheeks, the burn of every bruise and scratch on your body remembering you your vulnerability. You were cold and starving, very scared. You had spend days and nights thinking about your abuelo, your sisters, your nephews and nieces... in Javi. They won't see you again. You were sure Diego was going to kill you as soon as Javi crossed that damn door.

Diego leaned in, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a sinister satisfaction. "That little call was just a taste, sweetheart. I've set up a nice little surprise for Peñita and his pals. A warm welcome, you know?"

Fear tightened its grip on you as you processed his words. It hit you like a punch to the gut.

Diego's cruel smile widened, pleased with the terror he was instilling in you. "You should pray for your man, darling. Things are about to get messy."

You were too scared to said something, you were tired of the blows and screams, you knew there was nothing you could do to make him change his plans. On the other hand, you could make him more angry and then Javier and Steve would be dead before they even got out of the truck.

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It must have been an hour or so when the door cracked open again. Before you could react, Diego's hands gripped around your arm, pulling you up and forcing you to walk through the dim light of the corridor.

You felt very weak, but the urgency of the moment made you follow him. It was the first time you had left that room since he brought you here.

Two men were waiting for you in the living room of the house. They held guns and wore sinister looks on their ugly faces. Diego threw your body onto a couch and ordered the men to keep an eye on you.

Your captor opened the door, and then, you saw him. Javier entered the room, and when he looked at you, a mix of relief and anguish flashed across his face. You locked eyes with him, your heart pounding in your chest. He tried to walk towards you, but Diego stopped him and made one of his men search him to verify that he was disarmed.

As soon as the man confirmed Javi hadn't had any weapons, Diego allowed him to approach you. Javi knelt down and squeezed you so hard you thought he could break a rib. However, you didn't mind that at all. Just the warmth of Javier's presence offered a comforting reassurance. You cried on his shoulder as his hand gently brushed your disheveled hair. "Te voy a sacar de aquí, te lo juro," he promised in a whisper.

"A-are you okay?" You asked him, taking his head between your shaking hands. The last thing you knew about him was that he had been shot.

Javier felt a lump in his throat. You were freezing, scared, seemingly beaten – which made his blood boil – and yet you asked for him, your eyes truly concerned for his well-being. He doesn't deserve you.

"Don't worry about me, baby, I'm good," he promised.

On the other side of the room, Diego grew impatient. "Enough of this touching reunion," he sneered, gesturing Javier to stand up.

"You want me. Let her go," your boyfriend pleaded, a mix of frustration and rage in his voice. He looked more violent and aggressive than ever.

Diego laughed sarcastically, and before you knew it, he smashed his fist into Javi's face.

Javier staggered back from the force of the blow, blood trickling from a cut on his lip. You gasped, fear gripping your heart as you watched the brutality unfold.

"You think you can make demands here, Peña? You're in no position to negotiate," Diego taunted. "Besides, she's the reason for all of this shit," he crossed the room towards you in just a few steps. His hands gripped around your head violently, making you gasp and cry louder. It hurt so bad, and you were so scared.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Javier bellowed, attempting to reach you. From the look in his brown eyes, he was about to kill Diego.

However, the two men pounced on Javier to stop him, and despite his efforts, they overpower him, keeping him at a distance. Javier's struggles intensified, his frustration and desperation evident. Diego reveled in the chaos he had created, enjoying the power he held over both of you.

"This little teasing bitch thought she could mess with me and then play like a fuckin' saint and accuse me to Messina?" Diego continued, his voice full of resentment and anger. "I'm telling you, Peña, you shouldn't have put her pretty tight pussy over your career. You might regret it."

Javier's gaze burned with a fiery determination as he continued to fight against the men restraining him. Each muscle in his body strained, fueled by the need to protect you.

"I swear you are a dead man," Javier snapped, without a drop of doubt or fear. He was dead serious, ready to take matters into his own hands.

"I spent a lot of time thinking about how I can make you pay for what you did to me," your captor proceeded, as if discussing events from yesterday. "And, as you might know, I came to the conclusion that none of us is clean, so you have to have some tail that I can step on. I did a little research, and that's how I know about your friendship with Los Pepes," he explained. For a moment, you tried to process what you were hearing. Javier working with Los Pepes?

Of course, you knew about them. They were famous for assassinating several of Escobar's men to send a message of fear and overpowering. But Javier somehow working with them? How? Since when? And if Diego knew it, who else? Javi could go to prison for a federal crime or get killed by Los Pepes themselves.

"So, at first, I planned to reveal all the details directly to the Embassy and watch you lose not only your career but your freedom," Diego mused, his eyes narrowing on you, "when I realized that I could do so much more. And I thought about your little girlfriend. I could use her to hurt you, too." He smirked, tightening his grip on your jaw and your hair. The pain shot through you, but you bit your lip to stifle the cries, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "It's killing two birds with one stone. I kill her in front of you, and then he threw you to the gringo wolves."

Javier's face contorted with anger, "You're a coward, Diego! Let her go, and we settle this man to man."

Diego sneered, "Oh, but she's the sweetest part of this revenge, Peña. I won't let her go that easily," he chuckled, enjoying the torment he was causing. "Plus, It would be a shame if I let her go without having a piece of her," he added, taking your face to made you look at him, his eyes darkened. "What about that, mamacita? Wanna know what you've been missing?"

You swore you were about to throw up when you realized what he was planning. You went pale, shaking as if you wouldn't been shaking enough.

And then, he pulled you off the couch and started dragging you upstairs again.

"NO, PLEASE," you cried, trying to trying to break free from his grip. But he was stronger.

"DIEGO LET HER GO!" Javier, fueled by desperation and anger, launched himself at the two men holding him back. His movements were fierce, a surge of adrenaline pushing him beyond the pain of his recent injuries. He fought with the strength of a man whose sole focus was freeing the person he loved.

You saw as the fist of one of them connected with Javi's stomach, taking his breath out.

"JAVI! NO, JAVI... PLEASE," you kicked and fought, but Diego was stronger and dragged you up the stairs.

You didn't know exactly how things happened, but next thing you knew you were face down on the bed, feeling him behind you, struggling as you cried Javier's name out loud.

"Yes, baby, I want you to scream as loud as you can," he said, "I want Javier Peña to hear everything about his little girl and me..."

Then, the gunfire rained down, echoing through the air like a thunderclap from downstairs. Diego freeze  for a moment, and then he unfolded his gun with one hand as the other gripped around your arm again.

Downstairs, Javier seized the opportunity. With a surge of strength and determination, he broke free from the men holding him back. His movements were fueled by a raw mix of anger, fear, and desperation.

Diego, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, struggled to regain control. As Javier charged up the stairs, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The once confident captor now faced a furious agent on a mission to save you.

"Let her go, Diego!" Javier's voice boomed through the room, carrying the weight of an unwavering resolve.

Diego, realizing he was losing his grip on the situation, attempted to raise his gun, but Javier's adrenaline-fueled assault was too swift. In a moment of sheer determination, Javier lunged at Diego, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him against the wall.

The room became a battleground, a collision of two men with everything to lose. Javier fought with a primal intensity; and you, still pinned to the bed, watched the chaotic scene unfold, your heart pounding in your chest.

Suddenly, another round of gunfire erupted from downstairs. The sound reverberated through the building, adding to the chaos. Downstairs, the house became a battleground between new Diego's man and the team that had stormed the building, led by Steve. Both of them came from nowhere, for as much as you knew. In the momentary distraction, Diego landed a powerful blow on Javier, causing him to stagger back.

You gazed at the gun lying in a corner of the room, so you didn't think twice and reached for it. The metallic coolness felt unfamiliar in your trembling hands. Clutching the gun, uncertainty gripped you as you realized you were no expert in handling firearms.

Considering shooting into the air to capture Diego's attention, you hesitated. Amidst the chaos downstairs, you knew it might go unnoticed. Instead, you aimed the gun at Diego, but his movements were erratic, and the fear of accidentally hitting Javier paralyzed you.

But you had to do something, or Diego could kill your Javi. So you did it. You pulled the trigger, and fortunately, you hit the target.

The gunshot echoed through the room as Diego howled in pain, clutching his leg. The sudden turn of events shifted the power dynamics in the room. Javier, momentarily free from Diego's grip, seized the opportunity to tackle him to the ground.

Javier stood up immediately and took the gun from you. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face as he scanned you for any signs of harm.

"S-si," you mumbled, eyes staring into his, full of tears and fear. You wanted to put your arms around his neck, to have him pick you up and reassure you.

However, Trujillo and Steve appeared through the door. It was then that you realized that the gunshots below had also stopped.

"Go with him," Javier ordered, pointing at Trujillo.

You didn't understand what was happening. "I'm not going anywhere without you," you said, your fists clenched around his shirt.

"Please, baby, I need to protect you," he insisted.

So you obeyed, leaving Steve and Javier alone with Diego.

As you stepped outside the house, you came across an entire crime scene. There were bodies lying around, Colombian police cars, and a couple of ambulances waiting for you.

Javier and Steve must have been locked in with Diego for about fifteen minutes when a final shot pierced through the midnight air. Through Trujillo's radio, Murphy confirmed that Javier had made Diego no longer a menace.

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[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 10

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Summary: Javier is desperate to save what he had built with you. Could you trust him again?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Lots of angst. Sad!Reader & Sad!Javi. Mentions of pregnancy (but not what you’re thinking). Mentions of oral sex female receiving. Mentions of violence typical of the series.

A/N: So, Halloween Hangover is REAL🤕 but I managed to survive the weekend. However, I couldn’t managed to get to the university today😅 Anyway! WELCOME TO CHAPTER 10!❤️✨ I hope you like it🙏🏻🙈

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You didn't want to get out of bed. All you desired was to stay there all day, curled up in the cocoon of your misery.

The pain in your heart felt suffocating, and your eyes were swollen from hours of crying. You cried until exhaustion pulled you into a deep sleep.

As the sun's rays gradually pierced through your blinds, there was no escaping the relentless march of time. When you finally found the strength to get out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

It was Sunday, and you had the day off from work. Instead of going to the embassy, you stayed alone in your apartment, replaying the painful conversation with Javier in your mind. The hurtful words still weighed on your heart, and you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.

You tried to watch TV or read a book, but nothing seemed to distract you from the image of Javier. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Was it that difficult for him to stop seeing her? A tear fell onto the page of your book, one that hadn't turned since you opened it.

What if he slept with her while he was "waiting" for you? Maybe he was infatuated with her, maybe he cheated on you...

Your stomach turned just thinking about it. The uncertainty and pain had made a hole on your chest.

You went to the kitchen, but the fridge was empty. During the shower, you searched for a bottle of shampoo and soap, realizing that, little by little, your life had become intertwined with Javier's.

The absence of Poncho's bowl in the corner of your kitchen counter was a stark reminder the everything you needed and had was now at his apartment – even your heart.

You returned to your bed, hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep to avoid the hurt.

Javier, on the other side, couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things he had said yesterday. He felt like a complete asshole. He had spent the entire night thinking about you, the unfortunate words that came out of his mouth, and your tears. Your eyes were full of hurt and disappointment, and he couldn't forgive himself for causing you that pain.

He cared more about making it up to you than the threats of Diego Ibarra. He believed they were just empty promises from a drunk man. However, he knew he had to address the situation and eliminate the threat. Helena had information, but Javier thought that it would be just drunken ramblings.

He knew he had to rebuild your trust and repair the damage he had done to your relationship. He thought about ways to make it right, not just by avoiding Helena but by showing you how much you meant to him. He needed to convince you that you were his priority and that he would choose you over anything or anyone else.

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The persistent knocking on your door woke you up. Judging by the time displayed on the alarm clock beside your bed, you'd only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You climbed out of bed with caution, your bare feet barely making a sound on the floor.

Moving towards the door in silence, you paused for a moment before discreetly peering through the peephole. On the other side, Javier stood, his ear pressed against the door. When he knocked again, you instinctively pulled back.

He called your name softly, his tone gentle. "Please open the door; we have to talk," he urged. However, you remained immobile. "I know you're right there; I can smell your perfume," he added, causing your cheeks to flush.

"I don't want to see you," your voice still carried the traces of sleep.

A lingering silence followed, stretching into what felt like minutes, yet you knew he hadn't moved.

"I'm sorry," he finally pleaded, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm an idiot, I know."

Javier's apology lingered in the hallway between you two. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you were torn between letting him in and keeping him away from you.

You decided to speak, your voice soft but tinged with a mix of emotions. "You hurt me," you finally said. "I don't know if you can understand how deeply."

There was a pause on the other side of the door before he responded, "I know, bonita. I can't bear the thought of you being hurt because of me."

You found yourself torn. On one hand, you still cared for him deeply, but on the other, the hurt from the night before was very fresh. You leaned against the door and let out a sigh. "What do you want, Javier?"

His voice was earnest as he replied, "I want to make things right. I don't want to lose you."

You considered his words, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. After a moment, you hesitated but eventually opened the door to let him in.

Javier's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. His big, brown, puppy eyes staring at you with hurt and regret.

"May I come in?" He asked.

You nodded, and he stepped inside as you closed the door behind him. The atmosphere in your apartment was thick with tension, and you found it hard to meet his gaze.

He broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. It was wrong, and I didn't mean it. Please, forgive me."

You sighed, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "What you said really hurt me. It made me doubt everything between us."

He approached you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "I know, I know." He sounded desperate, his voice thick with emotion. "But you must know that you mean everything to me."

"Then why didn't you choose me over her?" Your eyes welled up with tears again, "I'm your girlfriend, Javier. I just don't understand why you would risk us for this."

"I choose you over anything and anyone, mi amor." He took your head between his hands, lifting it up so you could see right into his desperate gaze. "I know it doesn't justify me, but between what she said about Diego and the frustration of finding a solution it made me talk shit that I don't really mean." Your eyes were full of tears and hurt, it broke his heart. When he talked again, you could perceive the fear in his voice, "I-I don't want to lose you. Te amo como no tienes idea, preciosa. Por favor, ¿qué tengo que hacer para que me perdones?"

Your hands went to his wrists. You weren't sure if you wanted them off your skin or closer. However, you didn't allow your emotions took over your brain.

"I..." you needed to ask, but you were so afraid of his response. But you have to, you have to... "Did you ever cheat on me?" The words came out of your mouth in a shaking whisper, "I mean, not just with her, but with anyone."

"What? No, of course not, baby," he looked panicked, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes and the firmness of his voice. "I would never do such a thing to you." He hesitated but then added, "I've never paid for sex, I want you to know that. You well know I would never force anyone to be with me; I'm not that kind of person."

For Javier, the seconds you spent looking into his eyes, hesitating about your next move, felt like an eternity. He would beg on his knees for your forgiveness if necessary. He knew he wouldn't die of love, but he didn't want live a life without yours. So when you finally spoke, his heart shattered at his feet.

"I think we should take a break."

"Are you breaking up with me?" the question came out of his mouth in a shaking breath.

You didn't want to say it, but you didn't want to give him hope either. "I just need space to think about this. I can't be in a relationship where I'm not a priority."

"You're my number one priority, bonita. I'm fully committed to what we have," he said, his voice full of emotion.

"Please, just leave," you pleaded, tired. He attempted to add something else, anything, but you cut him off. "Goodbye, Javier."

He let his arms fall to his sides, his fists clenching as anxiety crept up his body. But he nodded, defeated.

You followed him to the door, and when he was out, he turned to you again and said, "Probably this wouldn't be in my favor, but you should know that I'll call Helena today," he said, but it didn't surprise you. "I have to ask her about Diego, it's just that. I swear I won't call her again," he promised.

You shrugged, as if you didn't care, as you said, "Haz lo que quieras, Javier."

The hurt on his eyes was evident. His heart sank on his chest as a lump formed in his throat. He couldn't believe he was losing you.

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The first few days, Javier offered take you home after work so you don't have to be alone at night.

"First of all, I don't need you to protect me," you had told him, "Secondly, Martha offered to take me," you let him know.

You did your best to avoid him, even when you inevitably crossed paths in the office's kitchen or in the hallways, and he attempted to talk to you. He was doing his best to be patient, but he missed you so damn much. He felt a constant pang in his chest, especially when he saw you or when he longed for your company at night. You missed him too, feeling a hole in your chest.

When you were a child, you used to be always sick. Your grandmother used to say it was because you had a weak immune system due to always being sad about your family's problems. However, your mother always said you faked the symptoms because you were too spoiled and didn't want to go to school.

When your father left, you were seriously ill for weeks, and you even had to be hospitalized for a stomach bug. The doctor said it was related to your anxiety and your immune system responding to your sadness.

Being separated from Javier had taken a toll on your physical well-being. You had been experiencing nausea for a couple of days, which you initially attributed to stress. However, one of those days, you called in sick at work. You had been throwing up since the afternoon before, and in the morning, you felt terrible.

At first you panicked at the intrusive thought that you might be pregnant. Even though you convinced yourself it couldn't be, you took a pregnancy test.

It was negative, of course. You thought that being pregnant would be the worst thing that could happen to you at that moment. Becoming a mother was something you always wanted, but not like this, not at this stage of your life.

You sighed in relief when you saw the result, but still couldn't shake off the fact that you felt so unwell. In the midst of the sickness, you found yourself missing Javier even more. Despite your best efforts to push him away, there was a hole in your life that only he seemed to fill.

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It was like a deja vú, when you were sleeping on your couch and you heard a knock on your door. You decided to ignore whoever was at the other side, you just wanted to sleep. Then, you heard his voice calling your name. It was Javi and, honestly, you were too weak to fight back.

''C'mon in,'' you mumbled, not even making an attempt to get out the couch.

Javier entered, concern etched across his face. He noticed you lying there, pale and unwell. The apartment was dim, and he moved cautiously, trying not to disturb you.

"You don't look well," he said softly.

"Thank you?" You couldn't help but smile a little.

"I heard you called in sick at work. I wanted to check on you," he said, kneeling beside you, his hand caressing your hair and your forehead. ''You have a fever,'' he sounded concerned.

''I know,'' you said, your eyes closed, absorbing his touch and his presence. ''Connie came and prescribed some medicine. It worked, actually. I was worse.''

''Connie? She didn't even call me,'' he furrowed. ''Why didn't you call me?''

''I am not your responsibility, Javier. And I asked her not to,'' you answered.

''Don't call me like that,'' he whispered, clearly hurt.

''Why not? It's your name,'' you forrowed, but your eyes were still close.

'''Cause it sounds like you don't love me,'' he whispered, hurt lingering in his voice.

You opened your tired eyes, finding him close to you, and you gave him a weak smile, ''Siempre te voy a amar,'' you confessed. It was true, and you were too tired to pretend otherwise.

Javier's eyes softened, and he moved a little closer. "También te amo, mucho más de lo que imaginas," he admitted with a hint of vulnerability.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions as you looked into his eyes. There was still so much love between you, but it was buried under the weight of recent events. You reached out and touched his cheek gently, and Javier leaned into your touch.

"I miss you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to make things right, but I understand if you need more space."

You thought for a moment, your feelings a swirling mess. Finally, you said, "I don't want to lose what we had."

Javier nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Me neither."

He allowed you to sleep throughout the afternoon, and when you woke up again, he had prepared dinner for the two of you. Honestly, you thought that probably he would return to work or his apartment, but you were glad he didn't.

You were feeling slightly improved, enough to stand up and join him in the kitchen.

"I did my best," he said, presenting to you his attempt of caldito de pollo.

You were indeed very hungry but still felt a bit weak in the stomach. Despite that, you made an effort to eat.

"It's not bad, actually," you admitted, making him smile with pride. "I didn't know you could actually cook."

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he winked playfully, and you blushed at his charming response. His hand reached for yours, caressing the tip of your fingers, his playful demeanor gradually shifted into a more serious one. He gently squeezed your hand, his eyes searching yours for a moment of sincerity.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice soft but uncertain. "I hope you don't mind, I use your bathroom."

You looked at him, a mix of curiosity and amusement due to his peculiar confession. "It's not a crime to use someone's bathroom, Javier."

He smirk as his gaze dropped to the table, and he continued, "I found the box of the pregnancy test on the sink."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. You had forgotten to throw away the box; you had only discarded the test stick. You hadn't expected him to find it.

"I'm here for you, no matter what," he reassured you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You won't face this alone."

You shook your head in surprise. "Wait, what?"

"I mean it," he answered, determination in his eyes. "I know I messed things up, but I want to fix it up with you." His hands captured yours, and you could see a sparkle in his eyes. Oh, no. "I'm not saying this just because of the baby, but if this is going to happen right now, I want to do it with you."

"Javier, I..." you tried to say, but he was so eager to share his plans.

"I'm serious," he gently interrupted you. "After I finish my work here, we'll go to Laredo. I have a house, and I can work on my father's ranch, and..."

"Javi, I'm not pregnant," you finally said it, and he seemed taken aback.

Javier blinked in surprise. "You're not pregnant?" His voice carried a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. I just got sick, and for a moment, I thought it might be something else, but the test was negative."

"Oh," you noticed that the sparkle had disappeared, but he also appeared somewhat relieved. "I'm sorry; I made the connection between your symptoms and the tests, and I..."

"It's okay, I also thought I was pregnant due to my symptoms. I've been feeling nauseous the whole week," you explained.

"And why didn't you tell me?" He asked, sounding a bit hurt. "We see each other every day at work. Even if we're apart, you can always talk to me, especially about something as significant as you thinking you're carrying my child."

The statement made you flush at the mere thought of actually having a child with him. You couldn't help but wonder if everything he was saying when he still thought you were pregnant was real for him. Did Javier have the capacity for such commitment? Hadn't he been scared of marriage, as you had heard?

Of course, you had thought about what it would be like to marry Javier Peña, but you never wanted to rush anything. If it was meant to happen between you, it would happen in its own time.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you. I just thought it was a false alarm, and I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily."

He nodded, understanding your perspective. "I appreciate that, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I want to be a part of your life, no matter what."

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Javier spent the entire weekend at your apartment, taking exceptional care of you. Nausea still lingered, but the vomiting had subsided, and your color began to return to your face. He made sure you ate well, stayed hydrated, took your medicines on time, and rested as much as you needed.

He even brought Poncho back to your place so he could feed him without leaving you. You also noticed that he'd bought a larger bowl and more food for the fish, showing how well he'd been looking after your little aquatic companion.

Despite his attentiveness, you and Javier hadn't progressed beyond some innocent caressing. There were no kisses, and he hadn't tried to invite himself into your bed. You had set boundaries, which he respected, understanding that you were still hurt from the past.

You knew it might be best to create some space between the two of you, not to give him false hope, but at the same time, you couldn't resist having him by your side. His presence made you feel like you were floating over the moon. You craved his warmth, his touch, and his brown eyes, just as much as he yearned for the same from you.

You wished you had more self-control over your heart in matters of Javier Peña, because you knew he could easily be the total ruin of you if you allowed him. You found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His presence wrapped around you like a warm, comforting blanket, and despite your attempts to keep a safe distance, you couldn't help but crave his touch, his smile, his everything.

Yes, you still felt angry and upset about everything that had happened, but you couldn't deny how much you wanted to be with him, to give him every single piece of you and claim every piece of him as your own.

So, you had to decide if you were willing to risk it all to be with him again or spend the rest of your life wondering what would it be.

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It was Monday, and you were in your room getting ready to head back to work. Javier, who had heard you showering so early, knocked on your bedroom door.

"Are you sure you're ready for work?" he asked, concern for your health still visible on his features.

You saw him through your vanity mirror as you put on your earrings. "I don't survive on air, Javi," you said, adding a touch of humor to your comment.

"Don't worry about that. I can cover the expenses for the days you need to recover," he sincerely offered.

You stood up and approached him. When he looked at you, he was mesmerized by your beauty, and one look from you was enough to weaken his knees. You made him crave every morsel of your love, and he knew he had to earn it. So when your delicate hands cupped his face, with your thumbs brushing his cheeks, he closed his eyes to savor your touch, feeling like a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the middle of a desert.

"That's so sweet, Javi," you whispered. Then you leaned in to reach his lips.

Your kiss conveyed warmth and tenderness, a silent promise that you still cared deeply for him, despite the complications between you. Javier's eyes opened slowly as you pulled away, and he felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You've done so much for me, Javi. I'm really grateful for your help."

His lips curved into a warm, gentle smile. "I'll always be here for you," he said, caressing your face. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and it touched your heart.

"No more secrets, Javi." As you said that, Javi's eyes lighted up with hope and relief. "If we're going to be together, we have to trust each other."

He nodded like a child, a smile adorning his feature, "No more secrets, I promise."

"And you're not going to see Helena, ever." You waited for another round of stubbornness, but instead, he nodded immediately, looking into your eyes with determination.

"Yes, of course, baby," he said finally, his thumb softly caressing your cheek..

"I'm going to trust you, and I would let you meet with other informants," you continued, and he could see the determination and seriousness in your reddened eyes. "But if you ever, ever, betray me – we're done and you won't see me again."

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes softened as he looked at you like a scolded puppy.

"I don't usually give second chances, but this is your third one," you warned, "so review your priorities."

"You're my priority," he promised, drawing closer as his hands encircled your waist as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips, your cheeks, and then he focused on the space between your jawline and your shoulders, planting sweet pecks on your delicate skin. You smelled delicious, delicate and femenine. Javier was starving for your body, your warm, your kiss.

"We're gonna be late," you warned, but he didn't stopped tracing your neck with his lips.

"I've missed you," his hands clenched around your hips, pushing your body back to your bed.

"Javi..." you tried to insist, but he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

"Shhh, I know you missed me as much as I did," his hands lifted you enough to get you over the bed, where you laid down as his hands started working on lift your pencil skirt.

Quickly, he get rid of your tights, along with your panties and your heels. "Fuck," he said as he finally saw your already wet folds, "you don't have idea how much I missed your pussy," he groaned.

Before you could say anything, his face hide between your legs, making you gasp and get lost on a wave of pleasure.

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The end of September arrived, and your relationship with Javier had evolved in ways you both had never anticipated. The love between you two was undeniable, and you found yourselves deeply entwined in each other's lives. Every day with him was filled with love and laughter, and the nights were passionate and intimate.

Javier was a passionate and caring boyfriend, always attentive to your wishes and needs, taking you on romantic dates and cherishing the time you spent together. The sex was awesome, more than you could ever imagine. He introduced you to his father, albeit through a phone call, and you did the same with your sisters and your grandfather.

Your bond seemed to be heading toward a serious commitment, and you couldn't help but think about what he said when he thought you were pregnant.

Suddenly, you found yourself pondering the idea of marriage more and more. What would it be like to build a future with Javier? A family. Your heart told you it was what you wanted, but your mind was cautious, telling you that you should take things slow. You knew that you should be out of Colombia before forming a family, when both of you were safe and have time to talk about it. For now, you decided to enjoy the present with him.

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Javier was driving to work with you. His right hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road.

"Ay, no," you murmured, and he looked at you.

"What's the matter, bonita?" He asked, his brow a little bit forrowed.

"I forgot my coffee," you pout, "I left it on the table."

"Want me to buy you one?" He offered, making you smiled.

"You're the best, you know that?" You said as your hand reached the back of his head and scratched his scalp, causing a pleasant sensation run down his spine.

Javi pull over on the first coffee shop he saw and crossed the street to buy coffee for the two of you.

He only last about ten minutes ordering, and when he was about to pay, hell broke loose.

The sound of gunfire and people screaming filled the air. His instincts kicked in, and his hand reached for the gun tucked in his back. Panic spread like wildfire as people scattered in all directions, searching for a place to hide. All he could think about was you. He had left you in his truck...

Javier stepped out of the restaurant and witnessed chaos unfolding. A car sped down the street, disappearing around a corner. His heart sank as he noticed the damage: bullet holes riddled his truck, shattered windows littered the street, and dust hung in the air. But you were nowhere to be seen.

Fear gnawed at him as he realized you were alone in the midst of this chaos. Without a second thought, he raced towards his truck, not knowing if you were safe, injured, or worse.

Javier's ears buzzed, and the echo of his own racing heart pounded inside his head as he approached the truck. He was terrified, hesitant to confirm what he feared most. The thought of your injured body overwhelmed him, but he had to know.

As he neared, he noticed the passenger door was wide open. His heart sank as he first saw your feet, and then he spotted you, lying face down on the hard ground, surrounded by shattered glass.

Panic seized him; you weren't moving.

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[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 4

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Summary: Past incidents have brought you closer to Javier than you thought. And he’s determined to not ruin it again.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Mention of violence typical of the serie.

A/N: Chapter 4 is here! Stay tuned for more updates❤️ Thank you SO MUCH for your support and your interaction with this story🫶🏻

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Next morning, your hands were sweaty as you sat at Messina's desk after everything that happened last night. She appeared exhausted about, well, everything about drug cartels, set raids, violence and stubborn DEA agents. And now she is dealing with a gender violence case of one of her agents and her only translator.

She sighed and reached for a stack of papers, which you instantly recognized as administrative reports. You had translated hundreds of them in your time working here.

"Agent Ibarra reports himself sick this morning," she said as she filled some of the blank spaces, "I'll call him in as soon as possible, and we'll start an investigation."

"There's nothing to be investigated," exclaimed Javier, who had been standing behind you and supporting all your narrative. "I was there, he pointed a gun at us," he explained, sounding totally mad.

"I believe you both, but there's a procedure that we must follow," she answered, as she passed you the paper, "You have my word that there will be disciplinary actions against agent Ibarra for his behavior," she promised, meeting your gaze. You believed in her.

You completed the rest of the report with your personal information and details about the incident. Javier did the same since he was involved as a witness.

As you and Javier left Messina's office, you couldn't help but feel very nervous. You had never been involved in any kind of problem at work, let alone something related to this kind of issue with a colleague. And, to make matters worse, you had dragged Javier into all of this.

It was Sunday morning, so almost all the agents and secretaries were on their day off. In a job as demanding as the top of the Medellín Cartel empire in the early 90's, any day of rest was treasured. Most weeks, agents and officers worked from Monday to Sunday with no opportunity to rest.

The fact that Javier was willing to come back to the Embassy to support you on his first day off in three weeks made you feel guilty.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you approached his desk.

"Yeah," you answered, but you didn't sound too convinced.

Javier leaned over his desk, watching you attentively. "You know, it's normal to feel a bit shaken after what happened," he said, his voice gentle.

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. "I just never expected to be in a situation like this," you admitted. "Thank you so much for agreeing to come with me, I know it's your day off. I almost regretted and hung up the phone before you answered..." You lost count of how many times you had said "thank you" to Javier in the last few hours.

"I already told you there's no problem, bonita," he said, calling you that for the second time. But now that you were back in your regular work setting, it seemed a little too much. Well, that's what Javier thought as soon as he said it. On your side, the affectionate name made you feel blush on your cheeks and butterflies in your belly. "I'm sorry, I can't help to call you that... I'll stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable," he added, attempting to downplay it.

"No, it's okay," you replied quickly, making him smiled warmly.

"Listen, how about we grab a coffee together outside the base? You know, to unwind a bit from all this mess."

You considered his offer for a moment, your nerves slowly settling. A coffee sounded like a good idea, and you appreciated his company. "Sure, that sounds nice," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease.

He took you to a coffee shop downtown. The aroma of freshly baked goods welcomed you, including sweet pastries mingled with the scent of coffee, creating a delightful combination of aromas. You ordered your usual: chocolate-infused coffee with milk and an empanada de arequipe, while Javier opted for his usual black coffee. He lit up a cigarette.

"So," he began as you both waited for your orders, "You told me that you're Mexican," he recalled, and you nodded. "Which part of Mexico?"

"Monterrey," you replied.

"Ah, norteña," he exclaimed. It was unusual to hear him speak in Spanish since it wasn't his first language, and he sometimes had struggled with it. "Deberías invitarnos a todos en la oficina a una carnita asada," he joked, making you genuinely smile and forgetting the events of the previous night.

The waitress arrived with your orders, placing the plates and cups on the table. Javier couldn't help but steal glances at you when you weren't looking, admiring your delicate features, soft lips, and radiant complexion. You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

You noticed his gaze lingering on you, and when you caught him looking, you couldn't help but blush slightly. The atmosphere was cozy, with the warm aroma of coffee filling the air and the soft chatter of other diners creating a pleasant background noise.

As you both sipped your coffee and enjoyed your empanadas, the conversation flowed easily.

"Tell me, what brought you here to Colombia?" He wanted to know. "There are places closer to your city to be a translator for this type of matters than Colombia."

"I was a translator in El Paso DEA Base before they sent me here," you explained, and he raised his eyebrows.

"No way! I was in there too, also before they assigned me here," he conveyed. "Why is it that I didn't know you back there?" he wondered.

"When I came there, you were gone," you explained, and he furrowed his brow.

"How do you know that?" he asked.

"Because I translated your last report in El Paso," you said, "That was my first day, I remember it because my department colleague didn't want to make the translation herself."

"Why?" He was so concentrated on your response. You flushed and, at this point, there's nothing more you can do than laugh shyly.

"You slept with her the night before you left and didn't tell her. She was very pissed."

Javier burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Ah, that makes sense now. I should've been more considerate."

"Yeah, you should have," you agreed.

"What a coincidence," he said, more to himself than to you. "How is it that we ended up working in the same places almost at the same time on the first one?"

On the tip of both your tongues hung the word "destiny," but neither of you dared to say it.

"How old are you?" He inquired instead, "You look pretty young to have such work experience."

"I am," you responded, "I'll turn twenty-six next month," you said.

"Oh, my," he laughed, leaning back in his chair, "You're making me feel old, sweetheart."

"How old are you?" You wanted to know.

"I'm turning thirty-six in June," he said.

"Oh, you look younger," you said because it was true, "I thought you were thirty."

"Well, thank you, bonita," you swear you would blush for the rest of your life as long as he kept calling you that.

As the coffee shop's ambiance embraced you, the hours passed unnoticed. It was only when you noticed the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your table, that you realized how much time had passed.

You glanced at your wristwatch and then at Javier. "Wow, I didn't realize it was so late," you said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Javier smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Time flies when you're enjoying good company," he replied.

Although you insisted on paying your own bill, the agent didn't let you. He drove you home, where he accompanied you to the doors of the building.

"Call me again if you need anything, anytime," he assured, and you nodded with appreciation.

"Promise I will, Javi," now it was his turn to feel his chest beating fast. Many people called him "Javi," but you pronounced it in a way he had never heard before.

"See you tomorrow at the office," he waved as he crossed the street and got into his truck.

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Turns out, you weren't the only one who had such an experience with Diego Ibarra. The gossip about your report to Messina spread very quickly all over the office and had encouraged two more women to stand up and tell their stories. So the agent was immediately removed from his duties.

The first time you saw him after your report was Monday morning. He looked so furious when he came out from your boss' office; his face was so reddened that you thought it would explode, his breath was irregular, and he opened and closed his fists like he was about to fight a dragon. And kind of he could, since Javi was guarding your office like a dragon in a tower. He tried not to make it that evident, but he failed. He was concerned that Diego would enter to confront you as he went from side to side of the office, gathering his things to leave the building and kept looking at your door with furious eyes.

It was almost noon, as you were reviewing some documents at your desk, you overheard raised voices coming from the hallway. It was Javier and Diego. You couldn't make out the exact words, but it was clear that their confrontation had taken a heated turn.

"Oh, no," you muttered panicked, as you rushed out of your office, your heart pounding. When you reached the hallway, you found Javier and Diego standing face to face, their voices raised in a furious argument. Their clenched fists and tense postures indicated that a physical altercation was imminent.

Murphy, recognizing the dangerous situation, stepped between them, pushing Diego away from his friend. "That's enough!" he yelled, his usually calm demeanor shattered. "We don't need this kind of behavior here."

The other officers and secretaries in the office had gathered, trying to diffuse the situation. Diego's face was contorted with rage, but the combined efforts of his colleagues ensured that he didn't escalate the confrontation any further.

You also wanted to come closer and tried to do something, feeling guilty for all of this mess. It wasn't your fault, of course, but you just couldn't help it. However, as you attempted to move, Marta held your arm, stopping you. You looked at her and Ana, who was standing next to her, and you read their gazes, "don't make this more dramatic." They were right.

Murphy, his voice stern, addressed Diego, "You're done here, Ibarra. You need to leave."

Diego, though seething with anger, knew he had no choice. He turned and walked toward the exit, but not before leveling a chilling threat at Javier. "You're gonna regret messing with me, Peña."

Javier remained remarkably composed, his only response a tight-lipped, determined look in his eyes. He watched as Diego was escorted out by other officers, his threat lingering in the tense atmosphere.

Diego's  furious eyes had locked onto you for a brief, chilling moment as he was escorted out of the office.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of worry and relief. The confrontation had been intense, but Javier had managed to maintain control, avoiding a physical fight. You turned to look at him, who had been talking with Murphy and thanking him for intercede.

"Javi, are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice.

He turned to face you, his expression softening. "I'm fine, bonita. Don't worry about me." He promised.

As the day progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The tension in the office was palpable, and it was clear that Diego's departure had left a mark. You wondered if there might be more repercussions in the days to come.

As the week went by, Javier's role as your unofficial protector didn't go unnoticed, and, as is natural, people talked. Rumors circulated that Diego had acted that way because you had cheated on him with Javier. Some others suggested that you had used him to make Javier jealous. Many even dared to say that Javier had manipulated you into making a false accusation against Diego because he couldn't stand seeing you together. Neither of their versions were true, of course.

But the last one had some kind of truth: Javier couldn't stand seeing you with Diego. It made his blood boil, and despite the circumstances, he was relieved that Diego was gone and far from you. Also, he knew his threat to him had been empty. He was used to receiving hundreds of threats from real drug lords and their thugs; the ones from a damn abusive drunk ex-officer le hacían lo que el viento a Juárez.

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Every day that passed was torture for Javier. He was constantly eager to see you, talk to you, and make you smile. He began bringing coffee to your office in the morning, inviting you for lunch in the evenings, and offering to take you home at night.

You also started to get used to his presence, and you felt a heavy weight in your chest every time he was outside of the base on a raid, feeling even worse if you found out that he had been involved in a chase or a shooting. Javier never told you the ugly details of the hunts, but you ended up finding out anyway through his reports. The Medellín Cartel was a violent and cruel organization, and you were well aware that Javier risked his life every day.

But in the cutest part, you wore your best dresses for work, paying extra attention to your hair and makeup in the morning. You used the same perfume he told you he loved and kept your nails painted red, knowing he liked them that way. You also noticed that he continued using the same cologne you had mentioned you liked.

You didn't know it, of course, but Javier hadn't had sex with anyone for days. He didn't invite any secretaries to his apartment, and he limited his interactions to receiving information from his informants and letting them go with nothing more than their due payment. Not even Helena slept in his bed or sat on his couch the two times a week she visited him. Javier didn't want to be with anyone because every time he tried, you crept into his thoughts, and he couldn't stand to keep doing that to you. He jerked himself off thinking of you, of course. He wasn’t proud of it, but it was definitely better than use someone else just to pretend she was you.

Javier was deeply conflicted. He cared about you more than he wanted to admit, and it scared him. He didn't want to put you in harm's way or drag you into his dangerous world. As long as he was still working to take down Pablo Escobar and the Medellín Cartel, he would be a target for the enemy.

However, he knew that working as a DEA translator, you understood exactly what, why, and how his world worked. He was a former DEA agent, familiar with the stress, hard work, and the constant need to watch his back. So far, you had chosen to spend your days with him, but it had been as friends. He couldn't deny the growing attraction and connection between you two. Deeply, he knew that he wanted something more than just friends.

There had been years since his last formal relationship, which ended with a bride in tears at the altar. Javier knew that he had been young and a dick back then. It didn't justify his actions, but it had been a painful lesson.

He didn't want to break your heart. He knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt you for being an indecisive son of a bitch. If he was going to ask you to be with him, he needed to be sure.

One week before your birthday, as he parked his truck outside your building, Javier cleared his throat, attempting to say something. You had noticed that he had been acting nervous all day, but you couldn't quite figure out what had him in that state. You didn't say anything as you waited for him to speak first.

Javier said your name softly, "I was wondering if you had any plans for your birthday this weekend," he said. His big, dark-brown puppy eyes shone in the dark with the reflection of the streetlights.

"Umm, no," you said, "I usually get dinner with the girls from work, but I haven't mentioned anything to them yet."

"Oh, that's fine," he said, looking a bit more relaxed. But really, just a bit, because you swore that you could almost hear his heart beating from the passenger seat. "I mean, because I was thinking that maybe you would like to go to the fair with me. I would like to take you for a birthday dinner first, of course. Then spend the night at the fair."

He looked so adorable. You had never seen him that nervous before, and it was actually very cute.

"Javi, be honest with me," you said, and he went pale as a sheet of paper. He nodded, though. "Are you asking me for a date?"

You could see the color creeping up his face, now reddening his cheeks. He started mumbling, too nervous to notice that you were just teasing him.

"Javi, it's okay," you laughed, and his gaze returned to you as a smile formed on his beautiful lips, "That would be nice," you finally accepted.

His smile widened as his shoulders relaxed.

"It's a birthday date, then," he said.

As you headed into your building, Javier called out to you from the truck, "See you tomorrow, bonita," he said with a warm smile.

You couldn't help but smile back, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. "Goodnight, Javi."

As you entered your apartment, you couldn't contain your excitement. It had been a long time since someone had made such an effort to celebrate your birthday. Javier's nervousness and sincerity had touched your heart deeply, and you were looking forward to your birthday date with him.

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