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Javi doesn’t want to go.
It's been a shitty week, with two raids turning up nothing, more reports of car bombs than he cares to count and dreaded desk duty. The last thing he needs on a saturday night is to be at the embassy for a Christmas party that he doesn't care for. He is so close to pretending he's busy, wondering if he can get away with scheduling an informant meeting during the same time, when the ambassador passes him in the hallway.
“You're not skipping this one, Peña. I mean it.”
However, she's smart enough to also mention the free supply of food and more importantly, whiskey. It's that promise, along with her very clear wording of personally checking for his attendance, that makes a resigned sigh leave his lips as he heads into the decked out rooms about an hour after the party has started.
The decorations are fancy, adding even more fuss to the already more than well decorated embassy. For safety reasons, the party is held here rather than at an actual restaurant, which apparently has caused those in charge to simply import the chefs and waiters from a restaurant for the night.
“Would you like a drink, Sir?”
Almost immediately, he's handed a glass of champagne and as he takes in the crowd, he finds that he recognizes most faces. Some of them are fellow agents, others work various jobs in the embassy, a few are spouses. Unless he wants to cause an office-wide scandal, Javi knows that flirting is more or less off the table.
And then he spots a figure standing next to one of the dinner tables, draped fully in red silk. Not a dress he'd expect to see at an office Christmas party. And fuck , flirting is back on the table.
Literally. Because as soon as he just remotely moves into the direction of the table, a waiter ushers him into a seat, one at the very edge of the long table- and one directly across from the red dress that seems to draw him in the way a red cloth draws in a bull.
It's just that he can't exactly charge over the table the way an animal would.
It's the same dress that she has glanced upon in front of her mirror earlier that night, smoothing down the wrinkles and adding some jewelry before admiring the full view. It's a lot. But it is a party and it's the first and maybe last time she'll get to wear this dress while stationed in Colombia.
That, and it goes perfectly with the red, lacey lingerie that she has gotten herself for Christmas.
Not that she expects anyone at the party to notice that .
Javi watches from across the table as she reaches for her red christmas drink, complete with cranberries and rosemary, and momentarily he wonders whether she chose the drink because of its taste or because it goes with the red on her body. Her hand stretches out towards him as she makes conversation with someone next to her, the glass swinging slightly in the air.
He watches the steady movement, taking in the way her nails look. He's not surprised the nails match the red, all painted in a dark shade of red. Except for the ring finger- it stands out in a light beige, a tiny heart drawn onto the middle.
“Yeah, it's a shame she couldn't make it. Poor thing is sick at home.”
It's her voice that finally makes Javi recognize her, remembering having heard it a few times before somewhere in the office. He tries to listen but his gaze is still transfixed on the way she looks.
Javi actually thinks he may die. Dinner across from her, separated by a table that is in his opinion way too broad. He orders his food and another glass of whiskey for good measure.
During the main course, with the table getting quite crowded with plates of food, a napkin falls off the side of it, and before he can even attempt to reach for it, she does. With both of them being at the end of the table, only he gets the view of her cleavage as she leans down. He shifts in his seat, feeling his cock straining against his dress pants as he does.
Javi tries to behave. He really, really does . But he can't help but notice that with every tray of drinks being passed around, the atmosphere is getting more and more relaxed, and when a few men on his right begin a heated discussion about the funding of the DEA compared to that of the CIA- he finds himself sending her a smile, one that seems almost apologetic.
“Visa and Immigration?” he asks kindly and to his relief, she nods, leaning over the table a little as she replies.
“Yeah, just completed training last month.”
So that explains why he hasn't seen her around. Whenever he needs a visa for an informant, he bullies Steve into taking care of it or goes straight to the head of the Immigration department.
Javi isn't sure if he imagines it but her eyes seem to consider him for a moment, briefly taking in his dark suit and the patterned tie, “DEA, I take it?”
It's his turn to nod, flashing her a charming smile, “How'd you know? Been with an agent before?”
“Best I've done is an intern,” she mutters, giving a sideways glance towards the other people at the table but none of them appear to be listening. And fuck, despite being sure that part of it is the ominous Christmas drink speaking, hearing the woman in front of him talk so casually about sex does things to him.
“Something tells me the agents are a lot more … skilled,” she concludes quietly, gripping her glass a little tighter.
Javi is suddenly thankful for how broad the table is, for the distance it puts between them.
The blush that spreads over her cheeks matches her fucking dress.
When dinner is finally over, Javi needs a solid ten minutes in the men’s bathroom, splashing water onto his face and readjusting his tie until the urge to jack off in the bathroom stalls has disappeared enough for him to face his colleagues.
He needs a drink. To make some meaningless conversation. And then he needs to call Freckles and bury himself inside of her while thinking of the color red.
His plans are dropped the second he spots her in a corner of the room, leaning against the railing of one of the open windows.
“Cold?”
She jumps slightly and he can see her brows furrow for a moment before she recognizes Javi and smiles a bit, ”No. I was just wondering if this was high enough to kill me so that I don't have to sit through the speeches that are undoubtedly about to start.”
Indeed, there are already several important men and women that seem to be getting ready for an impromptu speech, one that Javi has heard many times in many variations. Great work, wonderful team, keep it up.
He hates it.
So he nods, leaning against the balustrade and looking down onto the gray parking lot, “Doesn't seem like the most comfortable option,” he comments, tilting his head slightly.
“Besides, I'm pretty sure I can't let you do that,” Javi mumbles, his voice dropping slightly as his free hand wanders to gently touch her back, fingers running over the smooth silk draped over her curves, “I think we can come up with better ways to get out of here.”
She leans in a little closer, close enough that he can smell her perfume, “Lead the way.”
He does. He even carries her heels when she takes them off in the elevator, cursing silently at how uncomfortable they are. He doesn't mind when her hand slips into his, either.
The party upstairs is still in full swing, leaving the parking garage empty and her laughter echoes through the large room as they reach Javi’s jeep.
His arm is still around her, a little lower now than it was before and constantly smoothing over the dress that he's been staring at all evening, “You have any idea what you do to me, querida?”
Javis voice is low and his eyes are dark, demanding almost. She just smirks, squeezing his hand slightly, “I take it you appreciate the outfit choice.”
He actually fucking growls at that, pushing her back a little as he gets closer, “Its pretty. It'll be even prettier on my apartment floor.” A soft breath leaves her at that, her tone of voice matching his, “Wait till you see what's underneath.”
The next second, their lips meet in a desperate kiss, one that's been building up for hours. Javier slips his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the way she whines a little when he trails his tongue over hers. His body is pressed into hers, dark suit into the red dress, her back to the car.
And then she wraps her legs around him.
He automatically drops the shoes, instead using both hands to keep her upright, his lips leaving hers to gently fly over her cheek and nibble on her ear. And she keeps up, wiggling in a way that makes him feel like he could happily come in his pants like a goddamn teenager.
After a few more moments, Javi pulls back a little, shaking his head, “I appreciate the eagerness but at this rate, we’re not making it to my apartment.”
“So what if we don't?”
Oh, she is perfect .
And she needs him. Badly.
Which is how she finds herself in the backseat of his truck, letting him lower her onto her back, all while planting soft kisses over her body, “You comfortable?” He looks at her like she’s worth a million dollars, caressing every inch of her skin he passes, always a lingering touch here or there. She feels so wanted .
“Javi, please-” She mutters back and he smirks a bit at the impatience in her voice. “I got you, hermosa. No te preocupes.”
He carefully pushes up her dress until it's pooling around her stomach and he lets out a groan at the sight of the red panties below, decorated with lots of lace and a small bow in the front, “God, you are delicious, you know that?”
Rather expertly, Javi brings her legs up towards his shoulders, carefully kissing her ankle on the way and then hooking both over his body, lowering himself towards her core.
The panties are quickly pushed to the side and he sucks on her clit once, letting her know what she’s in for before fully diving into her, letting his tongue trace her folds before exploring her depths.
“Oh my god, oh-” She’s reduced to a whimpering mess in seconds, hands coming up to finds Javis hair and pull on it eagerly as he fucks her with his tongue like noone ever has. He seems to know all the spots, all the places that will make her see stars and whine his name.
He makes her come twice before even entering her and letting her bounce on his lap in the backseat, his legs spread and his face buried in her chest, occasionally scraping his teeth over one of her nipples. The car creaks occasionally as they move, the sound seemingly the only thing beside their pants and her occasional high-pitches whines when Javi bites down a little harder, only to smooth the spot down with his lips afterwards.
Javi has a reputation for having a big mouth throughout the office and for being able to sweet talk his way into practically anything- but this? This is the best use of his tongue he can possibly think of. Making a pretty woman cry out from sheer pleasure.
“Glad you came to the party after all?” She mumbles into his ear while moving up and down, pleasure shooting through both of them with each thrust.
“Fuck, best decision of my career, baby,” Javi mutters back, voice a little hoarse with his impending orgasm.
He takes her home. He's sure it's the best Christmas present he ever got.