I Love You, I Know

"Baby? Want me to pour you some coffee into your travel mug?" you called from the kitchen.

Javier was in the bathroom getting ready for work while you packed his lunch. He hated it.

You didn't care. You refused to let that man survive on nothing but cigarettes and bad coffee.

No answer.

"Javi!"

Still nothing.

You smiled to yourself. Figures. Whenever Javier disappeared into his own head, the rest of the world stopped existing. And ever since you'd come back to Colombia, he'd been doing that more and more.

You walked into the bathroom.

He didn't even notice you. He was leaning over the sink, rinsing his face. After shutting off the faucet, he kept his eyes closed while reaching around for the towel.

You grabbed it before he could. "Looking for this, agent?"

One eye cracked open. "You spying on me?" he mumbled, taking the towel from your hand and drying his face.

"Obviously. It's not like I've got anything better to do."

He snorted quietly before hanging the towel back up.

"I was asking if you wanted coffee for the drive. In a travel mug. You didn't answer, so I figured I'd better check you hadn't drowned while brushing your teeth."

"A travel mug?" he grumbled, already reaching for his tie. "Cariño, I’m not climbing a mountain." He looked exactly like he always did at this stage of getting ready. White dress shirt. A tie you never would've picked but he somehow always managed to like. And boxers. The pants, for reasons you'd never understand, always came last.

"You say the same thing about the lunch I pack you every day." You stepped closer, gently moving his hands aside so you could fix his tie yourself. "And yet you still take it."

If Javier was terrible at one thing, it was tying a tie straight. "Feistl never lets me forget that lunch box," he muttered, letting you take over.

His aftershave hit you first. Then the smell of clean laundry. And underneath both… just Javier. Whatever that smell was.

"Maybe Feistl should remember you're his boss and shut up." You tried to sound casual. Not easy when the man smelled unfairly good. "Oh, and you've got water all over your tie again." You laughed. "Seriously, I'll never understand why you wash your face when you're basically already dressed."

"Don't question my system, cariño." He grinned. "Or the lunch stays here."

"You wouldn't dare. I'll make you take the coffee too."

He groaned dramatically. "Please don't. We've got coffee at the embassy."

"Yeah. Coffee you complain about every single day." You stuck your tongue out before smoothing his tie one last time. "There."

"Thanks," he said quietly. Almost like he still wasn't used to someone taking care of him.

"For fixing your tie? You know I'd always do a better job than you."

"Not just for that."

You looked up at him. Being so much shorter had one very specific advantage. Every time he hugged you, your face ended up against his chest, close enough to hear his heartbeat. Worth every sore neck. Your eyes met his. Brown. Warm. And suddenly your stomach flipped. Jesus. Ovulation really was dangerous. You reached up, brushing a few stubborn strands of hair back off his forehead. "You've been working way too much lately..."

He let out a quiet laugh. You couldn't tell whether he actually found it funny or if he was just exhausted. "Someone's gotta do it." His thumb brushed gently across your bottom lip.

"Mhm..." Your hands wandered down his chest. Over his stomach. Stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. You could already feel him starting to get hard beneath the fabric. "What if..." you murmured. "What if you just... went in a little later today?"

You didn't wait for an answer. Your palm started rubbing him through his boxers. Slow. Firm.

There it was. He was already getting hard. That didn't surprise you. Javier had never exactly been hard to turn on. His body always gave him away.

He leaned down and kissed you. Soft. Warm. His lips still tasted faintly of mint toothpaste. "I can't," he murmured against your mouth. "Crosby's gonna kill me if I'm late." Even so, he made absolutely no move to stop your hand. If anything… he leaned into it.

You smiled against his lips before kissing him properly this time, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He kissed you back immediately, his tongue finding yours without a second's hesitation.

The bathroom fell quiet except for the wet sound of kissing and the soft little moans slipping from his throat while your hand kept stroking him through the fabric.

God… you loved hearing him moan. Honestly, Javier's moans were one of the sexiest things you'd ever heard. Your grip tightened just enough to pull another one from him.

"Cariño..." He pulled back with a sigh. "You're gonna be the death of me one day."

You laughed.

His hands found the belt of your robe, slowly undoing the knot.

At the same time, your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, trying to tug them down.

"So impatient," he murmured with a grin. His eyes immediately dropped when your robe slipped from your shoulders.

Nothing underneath. Not even panties. Not because you'd planned it. You just slept naked and hadn't gotten dressed yet.

And judging by the look on his face… he definitely wasn't complaining.

You, however, were having a hell of a time getting his boxers off. He was already so hard that trying to pull them down with one hand was nearly impossible.

"Need some help, cariño?" Javier grinned, amusement written all over his face. For the first time all morning, he looked... lighter. No stress. No embassy. No work. Just him.

You loved seeing him like this. "No." You didn't break eye contact. You brought your other hand up, grabbed the waistband with both hands, and yanked. The boxers slid all the way down to his ankles. "There," you said with a smug little smile.

"That's my girl," Javier murmured. Now he was standing in front of you wearing nothing but the dress shirt and the tie you'd spent the last few minutes fixing. You already knew you'd be fixing it again later. He was already hard. Very hard.

"Mmm..." you teased, your eyes dropping briefly. "Good morning, sir." You kissed him again, wrapping your hand around his cock.

God… he was hot. Thick. Heavy in your hand. Your fingers barely fit around him.

Your thumb brushed over the head, already slick enough to tell you exactly how badly he wanted you.

A low moan melted into the kiss. Almost without thinking, his hips rolled into your hand, slowly fucking your grip while you kept stroking him. One hand slid up to your breast, giving it a slow squeeze before his fingers found your nipple.

The touch sent heat rushing straight through you.

His other hand settled on your ass, pulling you flush against him until there wasn't even the slightest bit of space left between you.

Your hand kept stroking him. Slow. Lazy. Your thumb glided over the head with every pass. "Javi..." you whispered against his lips. "Take me."

That was it.

"Fuck..." He breathed the word against your mouth, whatever restraint he'd had disappearing in an instant.

Your hand slipped off him as he hooked an arm under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing. A quiet laugh escaped you as your legs wrapped around his waist automatically.

The bedroom was only a few steps away. It still felt too damn far. With every step, the head of his cock brushed against you, making you squirm in his arms.

He shoved the bedroom door open with his foot and walked straight to the bed. A second later, he was setting you down on the edge of the mattress.

Your feet found the floor again. Your ass barely stayed on the bed. You already knew exactly what he was about to do.

Javier dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs before gently pushing them apart. "So... morning to you too," he murmured, his eyes fixed shamelessly between your legs.

You leaned back on your elbows. You wanted to watch him. You always did. Watching him settle between your thighs was almost enough to make you lose your mind before he even touched you.

Then you felt it. The very first flick of his tongue against your clit. Your head fell back instantly. "Oh... Javi..." The sound slipped out before you could stop it.

He'd barely started. Barely. But just knowing he was right where he loved being... and God, you knew how much he loved it... already had every muscle in your body tightening.

The teasing didn't last long. Within seconds, slow little kisses turned into something much hungrier. Much needier. Like he'd been craving you all morning. His fingers tightened around your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you while his mouth got to work.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make you gasp.

"Fuck... Javi..." Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer without even thinking about it.

He didn't seem to mind. If anything, it only made him groan against you.

Your free hand grabbed a fistful of the sheets. God… he was so fucking good at this. He never rushed. Not once.

His tongue stopped focusing on just your clit. Instead, he dragged long, slow strokes through your slickness from top to bottom before doing it all over again, each one making your hips lift helplessly off the mattress.

A quiet hum vibrated against your skin.

"Nuh-uh..." His voice was rough. "Stay still, cariño." Then his mouth was on you again. He tasted you like he couldn't get enough. Like he'd happily spend the rest of the morning between your thighs. His tongue slipped inside you, fucking you in slow, deliberate strokes before pulling back to lick you again.

Every lick. Every suck. Every stroke.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

And right when you were sure you couldn't take another second...

His tongue slipped away. His lips found your clit again. Then, without warning, two fingers slipped inside you.

"Oh... fuck..." Your whole body jolted. "Javi... slow down... don't stop... fuck... right there..." You weren't even sure what you were saying anymore. The words barely made sense between broken moans.

His mouth. His fingers. The way they worked together. It was too much. And somehow still not enough.

You were so close. Instinctively, your hips lifted, chasing his fingers, trying to take them deeper. The second you moved...

He pulled them out. His mouth left you too.

"Jesus... fuck, Javi..." The frustrated sound that escaped you was almost a growl. You'd been right there. "What the fu–" The words died in your throat.

He already knew. He'd felt how close you were. "I wanna be inside you, cariño," he groaned. He didn't wait for an answer. Didn't need one. He got to his feet without taking his eyes off you.

You started scooting farther onto the bed automatically, already making room for him.

"No." One hand stopped you. "Stay right there." His palm settled against your hip, keeping you exactly where you were. "Good girl." A crooked smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I wanna fuck you like this."

His hands slipped beneath your hips, pulling you all the way to the edge of the mattress. Just enough. He lined himself up with you before dragging you down onto him in one hard thrust. No warning. No easing you into it. He filled you completely.

A cry broke free before you could stop it.

The head of his cock found that spot inside you instantly. The one he somehow always managed to hit. "Fuck..." he breathed. "You feel so fucking good." For a moment, he didn't move. He just stayed there, buried deep inside you, enjoying the way your body squeezed around him.

Then he started fucking you. Long. Deep. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding right back in. Slow enough to make you feel every inch. Then fast enough to leave you breathless. Then slow again.

The room filled with the sharp sound of skin meeting skin.

You'd already been hanging by a thread. This was all it took. "Javi... I... I'm gonna..."

He eased you the rest of the way back onto the mattress and came down with you. His body covered yours completely. One hand found yours. Then the other. He laced your fingers together above your head and held them there while he kept thrusting into you. His mouth found your neck. Little bites. Slow kisses. Dirty words whispered against your ear.

Every single one made your stomach tighten even more. You didn't have a chance. The orgasm hit you all at once. A broken moan spilled from your lips as your whole body went tight around him. Your back arched. Your legs trembled. One wave crashed into the next until all you could do was gasp his name.

The way you clenched around him was enough to snap the last bit of control he had left. "Fuck..." He fucked you through it, chasing his own release, driving into you a few more desperate times before letting go of your hands. He braced himself on the mattress and pulled out.

The sudden emptiness made you whine before you could stop yourself. Your body was still fluttering around nothing.

"Sorry, cariño..." he breathed.

You only smiled.

Neither of you had even thought about a condom. This was just how you did things. Kids weren't part of the plan. Not yet.

His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few quick times. A low groan rumbled out of him. The first hot streak landed across your stomach. Another followed. Then another.

You stayed exactly where you were, breathing hard, still shaking from your orgasm as you watched it spread across your skin before slowly slipping lower. God… that was so fucking hot. A tired little shiver rolled through your body.

Javier gave himself another couple of strokes, working out the last few drops before finally letting go.

Still trembling, you scooted farther onto the bed to make room for him.

He didn't need to be told. He climbed in beside you and immediately pulled you against his chest. He couldn't have cared less about the mess. Not on your stomach. Not on the sheets. He buried his face against your neck and let out a satisfied little sigh. "So..." he mumbled. "Pretty sure Crosby wouldn't buy this as an excuse for being late."

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair, now damp with sweat. "Yeah... maybe don't test that." The last aftershocks were still rolling through your body.

He laughed quietly, the sound rumbling against your skin. Then he wrapped his arm around you a little tighter, like he wanted to keep the rest of the world as far away as possible, and pressed one slow kiss to your shoulder. "Mmh..." His lips brushed your skin. "For now... Crosby can go fuck himself." He closed his eyes, letting you curl even closer against him.

Yeah. He'd be late for work. Neither of you cared.

Thank you so much for reading ♡

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