I'm Not a Hero

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if i just lay here

Oh, it has to be Javier.

Perfect gif by @dornish-queen

“Stay quiet.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know how to do my job, Peña,” you hissed out.

Javi’s lips thinned but he didn’t comment as he flattened you against the hot concrete wall of the outbuilding on one of Escobar’s properties. You’d recieved a tip and Murphy was sick today - Olivia caught a cold at daycare and had passed it to her dad, who was acting like he was at death’s door - so Javier was stuck with you.

Or, you were stuck with him.

Footfalls passed you, and you concentrated on the sound of your own breathing. Javier breathed evenly too, and you caught the scent of the minty Nicorette gum on his breath. You were staring to have a fucking pavlov response to that scent. Your gaze dropped to his lips as he held you to the wall, essentially shielding you with his body.

When you’d first started to work as another DEA attaché, you’d grinned at Javier’s moustache, thinking it looked like a little frowny face above his (usually frowny) mouth. But as time had gone on, you’d started to wonder... how it might feel... if he kissed you.

“I think they’re leaving,” Javi whispered against your hair, his minty breath fluttering the strands.

You dared take a breath, forcing your heartbeat to calm, but it was a near impossible task with Javier so close. You watched his mouth move as he tucked the gum into one cheek.

“Shall we take a look?” you asked, barely hearing yourself.

“Not yet.” Javi’s thumb brushed your hip where his hand pressed to the pitted brick wall. “Let’s give it a few minutes.”

You glanced up into his face, only to see that his chocolate-brown eyes had dropped to your mouth. You licked your lips, watched his lust-blown pupils follow the move.

“Javi-”

You didn’t finish his name before he was on you, one leg sliding between yours. You brought your hands up against the cushioned material of his flac vest as he kissed you hungrily, and his moustache did tickle in the best way. He muttered something in Spanish that sounded a lot like te necesito, cariño, and you melted.

By the time you broke the kiss, Escobar’s men had gone. If they’d been anywhere near you to begin with....

Ask me for some fictional kisses!