Summary: Big changes have come to the US Embassy—including a new boss for the DEA. Steve deals with the fallout from his arrest. The agents move to Medellín. Ari and Javi cannot find any time alone, and Javi begins to worry Ari doesn’t want him anymore. Ari makes a monumental decision. A failed raid costs the lives of many and results in the return of a familiar face.
Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar
Fandom: Narcos
Rating:Explicit 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 6,739
Warnings: language, misogyny, angst, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, kissing, jealousy, prostitution, violence, death, blood…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!
A/N: Yay! A new chapter! This one takes us to the end of Season 2 Episode 2. I’m gonna try to speed through some of the plot in the next couple chapters. I want to get to the point I need to be in the main storyline to progress the romance. It’s hard to eliminate certain things though…need them for the story to make sense, so please be patient with me. I’m gonna make the chapters longer to help…it’s all planned out, so it’ll work out eventually. Lol
I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.
As always, feel free to let me know if I need to correct the Spanish translations!
“My title might be ‘ambassador’, but that’s some bullshit politician’s word,” Arthur Crosby, the newly appointed US Ambassador to Colombia addressed the room. He sat at the head of the table. Directly across from him at the other head of the table sat Lou Wysession. On either side of Crosby were Bill Stechner—the new CIA station chief, and Claudia Messina—the new DEA attaché…otherwise known as their new boss. Between Stechner and Wysession sat the two CIA operatives, Owens and Russell. Next to Messina was Edward Jacoby from Centra Spike. Javi was next to Jacoby, Ari sat between Javi and Wysession.
After Escobar escaped from prison, the Colombian government was scrambling to right that wrong. Gaviria went on TV and declared Escobar a narcoterrorist. He also accepted the help offered by US President George Bush. Which meant there were some shake ups at the embassy. Crosby—a tough as nail former Navy guy—had brought everyone in to make sure they were all on the same page.
“I know what it means to be on the front lines,” Crosby continued. “And everybody in this room wants the same thing: to take down Escobar. Now, as a veteran of numerous conflicts, I learned one immutable truth: the only way to succeed is by working together, by communicating, by sharing intelligence, and collaborating.” He gestured to Messina. “Uh, this is Claudia Messina. She is the new DEA attaché. She’ll be taking over all DEA operations in-country. Messina?”
“Thank you, Ambassador,” Messina replied. She turned her head to address the table. “The DEA will be opening field offices in Cali, Cartagena, and Barranquilla. As far as the Medellín team is concerned, they will be housed out of CNP headquarters until further notice.” Javi groaned inwardly. Bunking at headquarters was going to be a pain in the ass.
“But only some personnel changes have been made,” Messina added. Ari shot Javi a worried look. What the hell was she talking about? Before he could think too heavily on it, Crosby was speaking once more.
“Alright, now as far as long-term intelligence is concerned, that’s under the purview of the CIA, the station chief, Bill Stechner. Bill, you have anything you’d like to add?” The surly, balding man sniffed once.
“I’m good,” he replied in a bored tone. Javi’s eyebrows went up. This guy was clearly an asshole.
“Alright,” Crosby continued, “who’s here from Centra Spike?”
“I am, sir, Edward Jacoby,” Jacoby replied, raising his hand slightly.
“Alright,” Crosby acknowledged him, “let’s get Centra Spike back in the air immediately. I want to know every word these assholes say and all information flows through me, and I will disseminate as I see fit.”
“Yes, sir,” Jacoby agreed.
“When Escobar sticks his fucking head out, we’re gonna nail that son of a bitch,” Crosby promised. The meeting wrapped up. Javi and Ari quickly followed Messina out of the embassy. Javi was really concerned what she meant by personnel changes.
“I wanted to talk to you about Steve,” Javi called out as she exited the building. They walked down the steps.
“What about him?” She asked. “Other than the fact that he wasn’t here today.”
“Well, I suggested that he stay home,” Javi covered. “You mentioned making some changes. Just what exactly does that mean?”
“It means I’m making some changes,” she replied vaguely.
“Murphy’s a good agent,” Javi insisted. “He’s done a lot of good work down here.” Messina stopped walking and fished a file out of her bag.
“Yeah,” she said sarcastically, handing a page out of the file to Javi. “Looks like it.” Javi and Ari glanced down at the copy of Steve’s arrest report. Ari blew out a breath of frustration. After Steve had called him the night before, Javi had rushed over to Ari’s to grab her before they went down to the station to get Steve. He had been a mess. Javi handed it back and placed his hands on his hips. He rolled his lips, not sure what to say to his new boss. Steve had fucked up…but he didn’t deserve to be sent home.
“Do you have any idea the strings that were pulled to get that guy to not press charges?” Messina asked angrily.
“Sounds to me like the guy would’ve had a dog sniffing up his ass before he got on the plane,” Javi shot back with just a smidge of sass. “Maybe Steve did him a favor.”
“Watch it,” Ari warned him quietly.
“Was that a thank you?” Messina said in a low voice. She sighed. “Be straight with me, Agent Peña, and I’ll be straight with you. I don’t need a guy like that making my life more difficult. And making the DEA look bad.”
“Ma’am—” Javi began.
“—Messina,” she cut in. “Or boss.” Javi watched her for a moment. It was clear what she was doing. Asserting her dominance, letting everyone know that she was tough and capable…trying to overcompensate for being a woman in a male dominated career. His heart tugged. He knew this was the same shit Ari dealt with every day, and he hated that they had to fight so hard just to prove they were worthy. Still, Messina had no fucking clue what they had been dealing with…how fucked up Colombia was right now.
“We’ve been down here a long time,” he told her, his voice raspy with emotion. “You’ve been down here all of what, two hours?”
“Dammit, Javi,” Ari groaned quietly. Javi swallowed audibly.
“It may not make the front page, but…a lot of the intel we have is because of Steve,” Javi continued. “He’s a good man. He’s going through some shit right now. You know he was at the airport to stop his wife from leaving the country with their kid. He didn’t make it. Add that to watching Escobar build a five star prison and then walking out the back door. We both deserve to see this through…boss.” Messina stared at him a moment and then walked away.
“Wait!” Ari called out. Messina stopped and turned back to Ari. She stepped in front of Javi to address their boss. “I know what you must be thinking about these guys.”
“And what’s that, Agent Morgan?” Messina asked. Javi noticed she wasn’t as short with Ari as she was with him.
“That they’re misogynistic assholes, and you’ll never earn their respect,” Ari answered. “But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I know you feel the need to come on strong…let everyone know you’re tough shit and deserve this job. I get it. I do it too. But you don’t need to do that with us. This team…it’s something special. We all respect the hell out of each other. We have each other’s backs. No matter what. Steve and Javi are the only men I’ve ever worked with that weren’t misogynistic assholes. They don’t give a shit that I’m a woman. They trust me to do the job. Steve is a damn good agent. He fucked up…but we all have at some point, right? He’s sacrificed a lot to be here and fight this war. We all have. Just…have a little faith. And a fuckload of patience.” Messina’s lips twisted as she contemplated Ari’s words. Javi saw the glimmer in her eye and realized she was holding back a smile.
“I remember you,” Messina told Ari. “From the New York office.” Ari’s eyebrows raised.
“I didn’t think you would, boss,” Ari replied in surprise. “We didn’t have a lot of interaction.”
“You were new,” Messina said, “but I remember you. You held a lot of promise then. From what I’ve read in your file, you’ve more than lived up to that.” Messina paused. “I’ll need to speak to Murphy. Once you’re settled in Medellín. Chopper leaves at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, boss,” they replied. She nodded once and left. Javi just stared at Ari, slightly in awe.
“You good?” She asked when he didn’t move.
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “Thanks…for that. Appreciate you sticking up for us.” Ari rolled her eyes playfully.
“Like I would do anything else,” she said teasingly. “Let’s head back and let Steve know what’s going on.”
“Good idea,” Javi agreed. “Plus I guess we should pack.” Ari nodded and they made their way home.
Less than half an hour later they were seated on Steve’s couch. The place was a wreck, and so was Steve. Steve cracked open three beers and handed one to each Ari and Javi.
“Have you, uh…had anything to eat in the twenty four hours?” Javi asked him, his face creased in worry.
“This new boss,” Steve said, clearly ignoring Javi, “Messina…what do you know about her?”
“Only what I’ve heard,” Javi answered. “She’s out of New York. Doesn’t put up with any shit. Ari knows better than me. She worked with her a bit in New York.” Steve turned to face Ari.
“I’m not gonna lie, Steve,” Ari told him, “she’s tough. She really doesn’t tolerate anyone’s bullshit. She was a great agent, but she has something to prove, now more than ever. There were plenty of murmurs about her getting this promotion…a lot of the men in the DEA are pissed it went to her. She won’t sit idly by and prove them right.”
“Fuck!” Steve exclaimed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I out?”
“I don’t know,” Javi answered honestly.
“Well, I ain’t ready to go home yet, Javi. I’ll tell ya that.” Steve threw his bottle cap across the room. “Dammit!” Steve fell into his chair just as Javi and Ari stood.
“Take a shower,” Javi told him. “Sober up.” Ari shook her head at Javi. He wasn’t doing much to help lighten Steve’s mood.
“We spoke to Messina,” Ari said softly. “I don’t know how much good it did, but I feel like she was listening to us. I don’t think you’re going home, Murphy.” Steve offered her a small smile.
“Thanks,” he replied quietly.
“Remember, eight a.m.,” Ari reminded him. Steve nodded.
“Talk to you,” Javi told him as they left. They walked down the stairs to their apartments.
“Wanna grab some dinner after we pack?” Javi asked her.
“Sounds good,” she said with a smile. “Just come over when you’re done.”
Javier sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed a cigarette and his lighter off the nightstand. He put it in his mouth and cupped his hands around the tip as he ignited the lighter. They had packed up what they needed for the transfer to Medellín, eaten dinner, and come back to his place for a very vigorous round of sex. Javi knew it would be next to impossible to find time to be together once they were camped out at headquarters. He couldn’t resist one last taste.
Ari rolled to her side and sat up. She leaned down and grabbed her panties off the floor. She stood up and quickly pulled them on. She spotted her bra a couple feet away put that on as well. She was searching around for her pants when Javi noticed her movements.
“What are you doing, hermosa?” He asked, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Looking for my damn pants,” she huffed, bent down at the foot of the bed. “Did you really have to toss my clothes all over the room?” Javier chuckled.
“I was in a bit of a hurry.” He heard her snicker quietly from her place on the floor, followed by a triumphant sound. She stood up, jeans and shirt in hand. She tossed the shirt on the foot of the bed while she stepped into her jeans.
“Why are you getting dressed?” Javier asked, taking another drag of his cigarette. She pulled her jeans over her curvy rear, pulling the zipper up and buttoning them.
“Because it would be weird if I walked out the door naked.” Javier frowned.
“You’re leaving?” He asked, surprised. What the hell was going on?
“Yeah,” she answered, grabbing her shirt off the bed and struggling to turn it right side out.
“You don’t have to go yet,” Javier said, crushing the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. “Lay down, relax. We can go for round two in a bit.” He smiled seductively. She shook her head, before pulling her shirt over it.
“Nah,” she muttered through the fabric. Her head popped out the opening and she quickly pushed her arms through the sleeves. “I’m gonna head home. I’m tired.” She straightened out the shirt, smoothing it down over her hips.
“C’mon, baby,” Javier said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, trying to pull her closer to him. “Stay a little longer. I haven’t gotten enough of you tonight.” She pulled her hand away gently.
“No, Javi,” she told him softly. Javier scowled.
“The one time I ask you to stay you say no?” he grunted. She scoffed.
“You’re not asking me to stay, Javier,” she fumed. “You’re asking me to wait here until your dick gets hard again so you can fuck me and then tell me to leave. We have an early morning and a long fucking day tomorrow—and if I stay, I’m going to fall asleep, and I don’t feel like having you wake me up and kick my ass out. I’m exhausted and want to sleep.” Javier felt furious…and guilty. “Don’t look at me like that, Peña. Don’t get all pissy because you’re not getting your way. We decided on a casual thing—you’re not my boyfriend. We don’t spend the night together. You live your life, and I live mine. Sometimes we fuck. End of story. You want to renegotiate the terms of that? Fine. But not tonight. I’m tired, and I’m leaving. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Javi stared in shock, long after he heard the front door close. Did that actually just happen? Ari blew him off. She got her fill and just left. Fuck, he felt a little cheap. For the first time in his life, Javier Peña felt used…fuck, was this how she felt every time he left her? Was she this crushed when she would look up at him with those gorgeous, soft eyes and ask him to stay—only for him to shoot her down? He chewed on his lower lip. He didn’t like feeling like this. And he hated even more that he may make Ari feel this way. Fuck.
Ari walked back into her apartment. She pulled off her pants and shirt and slipped on a tank top. She climbed under the covers and stared at the ceiling. This new method was eating at her. Pretending they meant nothing…it felt so wrong. She needed to tell Javi how she felt. She hated lying to him…though technically it was more like omitting rather than lying. Still, she didn’t like it. Javi deserved the truth. It didn’t matter to her if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She was fine with keeping things the way they were for now, but he deserved to know the whole story. Playing games wasn’t her style. She was direct and honest. It was time to be an adult and tell him she loved him. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She just hoped she wouldn’t scare him away before they even got a chance to try.
The three DEA agents made it to Holguín in one piece. Javi was still fuming over the way Ari had walked out on him the night before. They were shown to their room—their one room. The three of them were expected to bunk together.
“Wow,” Steve scoffed as they walked in. It was a decent size room, but it was a mess. There was a metal bunk bed, a single bed, a desk, a few chairs, some rolled up mattresses, and a bunch of junk they’d have to move around.
“Fucking hell,” Ari groaned. Javi glanced around. He’d been right. It would be impossible for the two of them to fuck while they were stuck here. Though, with how pissed he was, he didn’t really want to fuck her anytime soon.
“Dibs!” Ari and Steve shouted at the same time. They both ran to the single bed. They crashed into each other and erupted into laughter.
“Move your ass, Murphy,” Ari grunted through her giggles. “I was here first.”
“Nah uh,” Steve argued. “I definitely beat you!” Ari shoved him playfully.
“Maybe we should just let Javi have it,” Ari offered. Javi stared at her in fascination and barely suppressed anger. He clenched his jaw and looked away. He needed to get his shit together. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle her or hold her down on that bed and fuck her stupid.
“I’m good,” Javi told them. “I don’t mind the bunk bed.”
“Gonna be hard to fuck your girls on a bunk bed, Javi,” Steve teased. Ari made an odd, strangled sound.
“No one, I repeat no one is having sex in here,” Ari warned in a low voice. “The last thing I want is to walk in and see either of your asses plowing into some poor, unsuspecting girl.”
“I’m a married man,” Steve protested. “Give me some fucking credit, Ari.” Ari nodded, and they both turned to Javier.
“What?” He asked in a huff.
“No fucking in here, Peña,” Steve told him.
“Yeah, I heard,” he said gruffly. They both just continued to stare at him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I do have some self control.” When he saw the small smirk on Ari’s beautiful mouth that familiar anger boiled up again. He felt the need to lash out, and that self control he just boasted of vanished.
“I’ll just go to the brothel…or her place,” Javi tossed out. “At least then I know I won’t be bothered and we’ll have hours to enjoy each other.” The flash of hurt across Ari’s face sent a spark of satisfaction through Javi, but it was instantly replaced with a hot stab of remorse. She quickly schooled her features, the sign of pain gone in almost an instant.
“Works for me,” she said flippantly. “Though I don’t have the brothel option. Still have yet to find one with men.” She sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll stick to bars and one night stands.” Javi clenched his fists and turned away from her. He wondered if this was all for Steve’s benefit, or if she really wanted to find random men now.
“So, who’s taking this bed?” Steve asked.
“You can have it,” Ari replied. “You’re way taller than me, so no need for you you try to fit in a bunk bed.” She hopped off the bed and tossed her bag on the floor next to the bunk bed. Javi stretched himself out on the lower bunk. Ari grabbed one of the rolled up mattresses and unfurled it. She hoisted it over her head and tried desperately to get it on the bunk. She jumped and pushed the bulky mattress over her head. Javi suppressed a smile. She looked adorable. Her tiny little body trying so desperately to get the bed put together. By her fourth attempt Steve took pity on her.
“Oh hell, Ari,” he sighed. He took the mattress from her and easily placed it on the bunk. He grabbed the sheets and made the bed up for her. Once he was done he glanced down at her and then back to the bed.
“Ari, can you even get up here?” He asked. This bunk bed wasn’t like a normal one that had an easy way to climb up. Ari glanced around trying to figure out her best course of action. She gripped the sides and tried to pull herself up, but she was just too short. She dropped down and huffed in frustration. Her eyes danced around the room, looking for a solution. She made a small sound of triumph and walked over to an arm chair. She dragged it to the bed and pressed it against the frame. She climbed on top of the chair and stood op the back. It gave her just enough leverage to hoist herself onto the mattress. She grunted and flipped over onto her back.
“Piece of cake,” she panted slightly. Steve shook his head.
“Christ,” he swore quietly. “Get down, you lunatic. I’m taking the top bunk. Don’t need you breaking your fucking neck getting into bed.”
“It’s fine, Steve,” she insisted.
“Nope,” he argued. He reached his hands up towards her and motioned her forward. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn.” She sat up and scooted forward until her legs were dangling over the side. Steve gripped her waist and pulled her down. Javi felt a surge of jealousy at the sight of Steve’s hands on his girl. He quickly extinguished it. Steve wasn’t interested in Ari, and Ari wasn’t hisgirl.
“I’ll just take the bottom bunk,” Ari insisted.
“Javi’s shorter than me too,” Steve sighed. “Just makes sense for me to be up here.” To prove his point he easily vaulted himself into the bed. “See? Easy peasy.”
“Fine,” Ari relented. They spent the next hour clearing up the clutter, making up their beds, and unpacking the what they had brought with them.
“I think this is as good as it’s gonna get,” Steve sighed. Javi glanced around. It wasn’t much, but it would do. They each had a bed, there was a desk, and a couple chairs for them to sit on.
“It’ll work,” Javi replied. “What do we have on for today?”
“Tip line,” Ari answered.
“Fuck,” Steve swore. “I swear, Pinzón is punishing us or something.”
“Nah,” Javi disagreed. “They just don’t want us in their way. Keeping us on the sideline.”
“It’s bullshit,” Steve spat.
“Agreed,” Ari said. “But, we gotta play by their rules if we want to stay.”
“I miss Carrillo,” Javi muttered.
“Me too,” Ari said softly.
“You heard from him at all?” Steve asked.
“Yeah,” Ari answered with a nod. “I still talk to him every week. He’s keeping busy. Juliana loves Spain. He hates it.”
“Maybe he can come back one day,” Steve said after a bit of silence.
“Maybe,” Ari said, a wisp of hopefulness in her voice. The rest of the day was uneventful. They had developed a system with the tip line. If three calls came in for the same location from separate tips, they sent men in. Most of the tips were bullshit—even Pablo’s guys called in to mess with them.
A couple days later they had received their third call for the same location. The DEA rolled out with CNP, excited to finally have something to do…only to find it was yet another dead end. They busted through the the door to find the building abandoned and a scarecrow in the middle of the room. It had George Bush’s face attached to it with a dick drawn next to his mouth. They made it back to headquarters just in time for Messina to arrive.
“Get ready to get your balls snipped,” Javi teased Steve. Ari and Javi waited nervously at their desks, trying to focus on work. Javi was worried. Messina had every reason to send Steve home. He just hoped she would take his and Ari’s words to heart and give Steve another chance. Javi watched Ari. She was shuffling papers around and chewing on her bottom lip. He wanted to tug it out from between her teeth. She always chewed on her lip when she was worried.
His anger at her had dissipated over the last few days. He knew he was being irrational. There was no reason for him to be angry with her. She was just doing exactly what he had asked her to do. Still, he didn’t like her treating their relationship so casually…even though that’s exactly what it was. These feelings and insecurities sat heavy in his gut. This was uncharted territory, and it terrified him. So, Javier did what he did best when he was terrified. He found a distraction—and her name was Gabriela. Two days ago Javi’s anger was at a boiling point. He was pissed to be stuck on the tip line, worried about Steve’s future at the DEA, and sexually frustrated. He had no way to get Ari alone. And what was worse than all that…Ari didn’t seem to be affected at all. She didn’t seem to want to sneak away with him for a few steamy minutes. It was like he was transported back in time before that fateful Christmas when this all began.
Javi found Gabby two nights ago. He had gone to a brothel to relieve some stress, but no one caught his eye. They were too tall, or too thin, or too blond…or they didn’t have beautiful violet eyes. Just when he was about to give up and go back to headquarters he bumped into Gabby. She immediately saw the conflict within him and offered to buy him a drink. They left the brothel and went to the bar next door. Three drinks later they were at Gabby’s apartment with their clothes off. It had been good…fine…adequate. He felt a little less tension, but somehow even more cheap than the night Ari left him.
No woman was the same. Ever since he slept with Ariana, no one could compare. Sleeping with the others started to feel wrong. He shook himself mentally. It wasn’t wrong. They weren’t exclusive, and they never lied about what they did. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal.
Javi caught movement in the corner of his eye. Ari’s head had jerked up towards Messina’s office. Javi glanced over and saw Steve walking towards them. He dropped down into his chair with a sigh. Javi stopped typing to look him in the eye. Steve shrugged and picked up some negatives to get to work. Trujillo walked into the room, finishing up a call on his walkie.
“Vieron a La Quica comprando un inodoro,”(They saw La Quica buying a toilet.) Trujillo told them.
“I got ‘La Quica’ and ‘toilet’,” Steve muttered, his eyes squinting to examine the negatives. Javi suppressed an eye roll at his partner. The son of a bitch still couldn’t speak Spanish after all these years.
“Y adivinen cuál compró,”(Not just any toilet) Trujillo continued. “El mismo que tenía Pablo en La Catedral. Un Kohler.”(The same one that Pablo had at La Catedral. A Kohler.)
“Alright, well, now, that I got,” Steve said, sitting back.
“We can’t take that to Pinzón,” Javi replied. “He’ll laugh us out of the office.” He turned to Trujillo. “Necesitamos más.” (We need more.)
“Pero ¿qué más, Peña?”(But what else, Peña?) Trujillo asked.
“¿Adónde lo vieron?” (Where did they see him?) Javi asked.
“Yendo hacia las lomas por la vereda San Isidro,”(Going toward the hills on San Isidro Road.) Trujillo answered.
“Maybe we can get Centra Spike to do a flyover, see what they can come up with,” Javi offered.
“Be a lot better than the fucking tip line,” Steve muttered around the cigarette he was lighting.
“I’ll run it by Jacoby,” Ari said, standing up.
“Nah, I got it,” Javi said, stubbing out his cigarette.
“It’s fine, Javi, I can handle it,” she insisted.
“I said, I got it,” he grunted. “I’ll be right back.”
“What’s his problem?” He heard Ari ask Steve as he walked away. You, he thought. You’re my problem, hermosa. I can’t get you out of my head, and you don’t seem to give a fuck about me anymore. Javi stormed into Centra Spike’s office.
“We have intel,” he told Jacoby.
“Yeah?” The eager young agent perked up.
“A toilet,” Javi said.
“A toilet?” Jacoby asked incredulously.
“It’s a long story,” Javi said vaguely.
“Give me the Cliff’s Notes,” Jacoby pried.
“Look, just do me a favor,” Javi said firmly, “and ask them to sweep over that specific area. We’re looking for any chatter from Escobar’s sicarios. Anything at all. You recognize a voice, you come get me.” Jacoby nodded and Javi left. He turned the corner and was grabbed and pulled through a door. The door clicked shut and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light. He was in a supply closet. He looked down into the warm eyes of Ari.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Making time,” Ari whispered before she pulled his mouth down to hers. He sunk into the kiss—allowed himself to get lost for just a few moments—before he pulled back slightly.
“Hermosa,” he whispered. “Are you crazy? This place is crawling with people. We could get caught.”
“I locked the door,” she replied, running her hands under the hem of his shirt and up his bare chest. “I’ve missed you, baby. It’s been too long since you’ve been inside me.”
“Fucking hell,” Javi groaned. He cupped her face with one of his large hands and kissed her deeply.
“We can’t do this here,” he whispered against her lips.
“Then where?” She begged.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” he sighed. He pressed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t think you wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” Ari asked.
“This, us,” Javi replied quietly. “You’ve barely shown any interest since we’ve been here…I just thought…” he shrugged, trying to play off the pain he was feeling.
“Oh…Javi,” she whispered sadly. “Of course I want this.” She reached up to caress his cheek. “How could you think any different? You’re like an addiction. I crave you. There’s been something on my mind this week.” She paused and looked into his eyes, searching for something. He saw hers harden slightly in resolve before softening again.
“I need to tell you something, Javier,” she said in a soft, yet determined voice. She looked into his eyes and spoke words that both thrilled and terrified him.
“I love you.” He stared at her, completely dumbfounded. She loved him? How was that even possible? He was nothing and she was everything. He didn’t deserve her love. Hell, he didn’t even know if he wanted it.
“I don’t expect you to say it back,” she told him gently. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t feel the same way. We’ve always been honest with each other, and this is something I can’t keep from you anymore. But I don’t want you to worry. Nothing has to change.” She caressed his jaw and rubbed her thumb along his plush bottom lip. “I just couldn’t go another day without telling you. I love you.”
“Shit,” he rasped. He turned them around quickly and pressed her up against the door. “Keep quiet for me, querida.” He kissed her again and practically ripped her pants down her thighs. His hand cupped her roughly through her panties.
“Jesus, baby, you’re already soaked,” he groaned.
“I told you,” she rasped, “I crave you…I need you, Javi.” He spun her around, pressed her chest against the door, and pulled her panties down. He fumbled with his belt and zipper for a minute before gripping his dick and lining himself up. He slammed home in one thrust. Ari moaned softly. Javi bit into her shoulder to keep himself from shouting in ecstasy. She felt like heaven. She was the perfect woman…and she loved him. His heart swelled with pure, unfiltered joy. He didn’t deserve it, but dammit, he decided he liked how it felt to be loved by her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back closer to his chest. He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck and began to thrust. He squeezed her tighter, wanting to melt into her. He had never felt this much emotion before. He was elated…aggravated…confused…unworthy. But all he could concentrate on in the moment was how fucking good she felt in his arms. He rocked into her a few more times before pushing her up against the door and pounding into her like he hated her. He unwrapped his arms and gripped her hip and shoulder.
“Fuck,” she grunted. “Right there.” Javi angled his hips and thrust up. He wasn’t going to last long. She felt too amazing.
“Please tell me you’re almost there, hermosa,” he pleaded in a husky voice.
“Yes, so close,” she moaned.
“Shh,” he warned. “Gotta keep it down.” He moved his hand from her hip to rub her clit.
“Shit,” Ari gasped. She turned her face into her arm that was supporting her against the door. She bit down on her sleeve to keep from screaming as her orgasm crested. Her pussy clamped around him, and he buried his face in her neck as he spurted violently inside her. They practically collapsed against the door.
“Fuck,” he groaned when they finally surfaced from their haze. “That was incredible.”
“Mmm, yes it was,” Ari smiled drunkenly. They fixed their clothing and Ari turned around. She kissed him sweetly.
“Thanks, Javi,” she whispered. “I’ll go out first.” She looked at him for a long, silent moment. “I love you.” With that whispered declaration she opened the door and looked out before disappearing. Javi stood there for a moment just staring at the door. Did that actually just happen? He still couldn’t believe that she loved him. He kept expecting to wake up and everything had just been a dream. He shook himself and left the closet. He needed to be accessible in case Jacoby found anything.
A couple hours later Jacoby had something for them. He played the tape. It was a call between Velasco and a woman.
“That is definitely Velasco,” Jacoby told them. “No ID on the girl.”
“So what’s the deal with the other call?” Steve asked him. Jacoby played the next call, but it was garbled and impossible to understand.
“The quality’s too poor for voice recognition,” Jacoby replied. Javi rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. He was frustrated. He stood up and moved to the table where Messina, Trujillo, Steve, and Ari were looking at aerials.
“Alright,” Steve sighed, “these were taken about two hours ago.” He began pointing out buildings in the photos. “What’s here is fincas, fincas. Everything else is just smaller houses here, here, and here, and the outskirts.”
“You can probably eliminate the smaller ones,” Javi told them, “just not Escobar’s style.”
“He’d be in one with more than one access point,” Ari added. “Needs alternate escape routes.” Javi nodded in agreement, but didn’t say anything. Ari tried to catch his eye, but he’d been avoiding her since her confession in the supply closet. She swallowed her fear that she had ruined things.
“Which of the fincas have road access both east and west?” Messina asked.
“This one here,” Javi pointed out. “It’s rough terrain down the back of the mountain, but it’s drivable.”
“It’s gotta be the one,” Steve said excitedly. “We’d have a good chance if we came at him from both sides.” Messina pondered over the photos and information for a moment.
“This is good,” she said finally.
“Great,” Javi replied. “What about Pinzón? We’re gonna need vehicles. We’re gonna need men.” Messina tossed her pen on the desk.
“Leave Pinzón to me,” she said. She stalked off to find the colonel.
“Think he’ll go for it?” Steve asked.
“No way,” Ari snorted. They went back to their desks to keep themselves busy until Messina came back. Fifteen minutes later Messina strode passed them on the upper level.
“What did he say?” Javi called out to her.
“He said no,” she replied without breaking stride and disappeared into her office.
“Told ya,” Ari said with a shake of her head.
“Oh, she’s not gonna last,” Steve smirked. “She gives up pretty fuckin’ easy.” Javi leaned back and lit a cigarette.
“Fuck,” Javi sighed. “Are we ever gonna catch a break?”
“Yes,” Ari answered, even though he didn’t seem to direct the question towards her. He still didn’t look at her, even after she spoke. She decided not to say anything more and leave Javi to his thoughts. He’d speak to her when he was ready.
Within an hour Messina was back.
“Gear up,” she told them.
“What?” Steve asked.
“We’re moving out,” she answered. “Raiding the finca.”
“Holy shit,” Steve whispered. “How’d you manage it?”
“Just a few well placed calls, and the colonel had a change of heart,” Messina said with a smirk. Ari chuckled softly. They quickly suited up—guns, badges, cuffs, tac vests. They jumped in the trucks along with CNP.
“This isn’t exactly the way I’d do this,” Ari muttered.
“Hmm?” Messina asked.
“You need to use stealth with Escobar,” Ari told her. “Go in quiet, don’t let him know you’re coming. Pinzón is just full tilt, guns blazing. Escobar has lookouts everywhere. He’ll be gone before we hit the property.”
“Fuck,” Steve grunted. Sure enough, half an hour later, they were standing in the courtyard of the abandoned finca.
“Peña! Morgan! Messina!” Steve shouted to them. They walked over to him to see a crated toilet—the same toilet Trujillo’s contact had told them about. Javi ground his teeth and walked over to Pinzón.
“He was here,” he said with quiet anger, right in the colonel’s face. He stormed off, his annoyance clear. Steve followed him. Ari took two steps then turned to face Messina and Pinzón.
“You wanna catch Escobar, you have to think like Escobar,” she warned. “This cowboy macho bullshit won’t work.” With that she turned and followed her partners out.
Needless to say, Escobar was not happy about him and his family having to flee their safe house in the middle of the night. He was pissed, and he wanted revenge. The next day he ordered a massive attack on CNP. Cops were gunned down all over Medellín. The city was a bloodbath. The DEA agents stepped out of headquarters and into total chaos. They were bringing all the injured cops back to headquarters for medical treatment. Men were screaming, blood and broken bodies everywhere. Javi stood in shock next to Ari. He turned and saw tears in her eyes.
“Look at what he’s done,” she whispered. “My father…my blood…he took all these lives…caused all this pain…what the fuck?” Javi didn’t say anything. This wasn’t a new concept to either of them. They had seen Escobar’s cruelty firsthand before. It was really hitting Ari today for some reason, and it tore Javi to shreds to see her in pain. He squeezed her hand briefly, letting her know he was still there, still by her side, still saw who she really was, no matter who was her blood.
“Peña!” Steve shouted to their left. They looked over to see him and Messina helping to work on some of the injured. Ari and Javi shook off their emotions and got to work. These guys needed a steady hand and a focused mind.
A couple days later they sat at their desks kind of staring off into space. It had been a rough week. So many men had lost their lives. They had no idea what the future held at this point. Colonel Pinzón had resigned, disgraced and ashamed of what had occurred under his leadership.
“Morgan!” Messina called out. All three of them looked up at their boss. “Can I see you in my office?” Ari sighed and got up.
“What’s that about?” Steve asked.
“No idea,” Ari shrugged and followed after Messina. They were gone several minutes before either of them spoke.
“Should we be worried?” Steve looked at Javi.
“I don’t think so,” he said, rubbing his bottom lip.
“You’re worried,” Steve said nervously.
“Huh?” Javi asked, surprised.
“You always do that when you’re worried,” Steve nodded towards Javi’s thumb on his lip.
“Shit,” Javi swore and moved his hand.
“He also does this thing where he twitches his fist,” Ari added, making them both jump. They hadn’t realized she returned. She was smiling.
“Good news or bad?” Steve asked.
“Great,” Ari beamed. She sat down and looked at both of them. Then told them the best news they’d heard in over a year.
summary: it only takes 10 minutes. 10 minutes for javier to completely melt for you. to get hooked on your beauty and your smile and the sweet tone of your voice. and only 1 minute to make him wish he never met you.
warnings: some language, suggested sex (blink and you’ll miss it), mild flirting, mentions of underage drinking, 16 year age gap (reader is 21), think that’s it not much to report for the first chapter
authors note: y’all! this has been a bit of an obsession for me for a while now. this chapter has a lot of world building so the next chapters probably won’t be as long. but it will progressively get more and more spicier I really hope you enjoy this first chapter! please let me know if you want to be on the tag list stay tuned for part two!
“I better not hear about another party from Tía for a long, long time,” Javier complained, shifting uncomfortably in the metal folding chair.
“Ay, por favor (Oh, please),” Chucho huffs, taking his seat at the table and setting down his plate of food. “It doesn’t hurt to be around people once in a while, Javier. Instead of sulking, why don’t you talk to someone.”
Javier takes a swig from his modelo, not even bothering to answer back. The building thrums from the music. The spinning lights and hot air is dizzying. And the large crowd is starting to make him feel trapped.
Javier doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to being a civilian.
How does a person pick up where they left off after what he’s gone through? Is picking up the past even the right path to take when all is said and done? Javier wouldn’t know a straight path if it was laid in front of him. And for the most part, he didn’t really care. Usually distracting himself from those questions with a stiff drink or a beautiful woman.
summary: it only takes 10 minutes. 10 minutes for javier to completely melt for you. to get hooked on your beauty and your smile and the sweet tone of your voice. and only 1 minute to make him wish he never met you.
warnings: some language, suggested sex (blink and you’ll miss it), mild flirting, mentions of underage drinking, 16 year age gap (reader is 21), think that’s it not much to report for the first chapter
authors note: y’all! this has been a bit of an obsession for me for a while now. this chapter has a lot of world building so the next chapters probably won’t be as long. but it will progressively get more and more spicier I really hope you enjoy this first chapter! please let me know if you want to be on the tag list stay tuned for part two!
“I better not hear about another party from Tía for a long, long time,” Javier complained, shifting uncomfortably in the metal folding chair.
“Ay, por favor (Oh, please),” Chucho huffs, taking his seat at the table and setting down his plate of food. “It doesn’t hurt to be around people once in a while, Javier. Instead of sulking, why don’t you talk to someone.”
Javier takes a swig from his modelo, not even bothering to answer back. The building thrums from the music. The spinning lights and hot air is dizzying. And the large crowd is starting to make him feel trapped.
Javier doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to being a civilian.
How does a person pick up where they left off after what he’s gone through? Is picking up the past even the right path to take when all is said and done? Javier wouldn’t know a straight path if it was laid in front of him. And for the most part, he didn’t really care. Usually distracting himself from those questions with a stiff drink or a beautiful woman.
summary: it only takes 10 minutes. 10 minutes for javier to completely melt for you. to get hooked on your beauty and your smile and the sweet tone of your voice. and only 1 minute to make him wish he never met you.
warnings: some language, suggested sex (blink and you’ll miss it), mild flirting, mentions of underage drinking, 16 year age gap (reader is 21), think that’s it not much to report for the first chapter
authors note: y’all! this has been a bit of an obsession for me for a while now. this chapter has a lot of world building so the next chapters probably won’t be as long. but it will progressively get more and more spicier I really hope you enjoy this first chapter! please let me know if you want to be on the tag list stay tuned for part two!
“I better not hear about another party from Tía for a long, long time,” Javier complained, shifting uncomfortably in the metal folding chair.
“Ay, por favor (Oh, please),” Chucho huffs, taking his seat at the table and setting down his plate of food. “It doesn’t hurt to be around people once in a while, Javier. Instead of sulking, why don’t you talk to someone.”
Javier takes a swig from his modelo, not even bothering to answer back. The building thrums from the music. The spinning lights and hot air is dizzying. And the large crowd is starting to make him feel trapped.
Javier doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to being a civilian.
How does a person pick up where they left off after what he’s gone through? Is picking up the past even the right path to take when all is said and done? Javier wouldn’t know a straight path if it was laid in front of him. And for the most part, he didn’t really care. Usually distracting himself from those questions with a stiff drink or a beautiful woman.
Summary: When Javier met you, he felt as though he’d been punched. He had no idea how hard he would fall for you. Your soft smile and sweet scent. How you always catch him off guard and how tempting you look in those sundresses you’re always wearing. He constantly has to stop his mind from drifting to thoughts of you. And every time you’re near, he has to fight his body from touching you. He wants you more than anything but he has to stop. It can’t happen. You’re nearly half his age. And you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Whether with his job or personal life, he responded best to what he could see. Palpable evidence, as he liked to call it. Anything that he could see, he could believe in it.
But he couldn’t believe this. It was true that Cali was hot today but damn, he did not expect this.
I’ve been working on a purely self indulgent multi-part fic for this hunk so enjoy this little tid bit and hopefully I’ll be able to post the 1st chapter soon!
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“Can you do me a quick favor?” You blurt out the words so fast it catches him off guard. He looks back at you over his shoulder, knitting his brows quizzically.
“Can you smell me?”
Um, what?
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t want to smell like smoke when I go back inside. Can you just… check really quick?”
You have this adorable pleading look on your face but he’s hesitant. As if just looking at you didn’t already light a fire in his gut, he might spontaneously combust at the knowledge of how you smell. Then he’ll never be able to get you out of his head. But you keep looking at him with those “pretty please” eyes and it gnaws at his resolve.
Ah, what the hell.
He takes a step forward, then another. Slowly walking towards you until he stops just inches from you. He peers down to you and he takes pleasure in how you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. Pushing your hair back, you lean your head to the side as an invitation and he’s trying so hard not to dive into you.
He admires your neck and the thin gold necklace around it that gleams from the moonlight. His eyes follow the slope of your shoulder all the way down to your color bone. Then he leans in, hovering over the crook of your neck, and sniffs.
Javi clenches his jaw to stop a groan from escaping his mouth. Your scent is fucking delectable. Something between brown sugar and vanilla, and the lingering smell of your sweat from dancing. As he rises, he catches the subtle scent of your shampoo from your hair. When he meets your eyes again, they’re darker and your lashes hang heavy over them. Then you lean your head to the other side for him to go in again.
Oh, you little… you’re gonna kill him.
But he doesn’t hesitate to go back in. This time closing his eyes, inhaling deeper and he dies a little inside. Brown sugar, vanilla, sweat, and… and some kind of pastry? Hot air blows through his nostrils and against your neck. He could take a bite out of you right now. But he finds whatever self control he has left inside him to pry himself away, hovering above your face.
“Good?” You whisper sweetly. The way you’re looking at him with those taunting eyes sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine. He clears his throat.
Summary: After eight years in Colombia, Javier Peña is finally back home and hoping to keep his head down. Although you were fourteen and harboring a schoolgirl infatuation when he went away, you and your crush are now all grown up and it’s proving hard for Javier to ignore.
Rating:Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Content:Age Gap (15 years),Smut, Innocence Kink, Hidden Relationship, Secrecy, Pining, Family Interference, Small Town Dynamics
@javierpinme and I are so grateful that Ren took pity on us and tossed a new chapter of The Crush down the Smut Basement stairs to feed us! I’ve gobbled it up already. (Claire)
Summary: Ari and Javi are conflicted on what happens next. A new CI leads the DEA and CNP to a huge bust. Carrillo makes a decision that will impact Ari’s relationship. Javi has to come to terms with his feelings.
Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar
Fandom: Narcos
Rating:Explicit 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7,356
Warnings: language, hangover, jealousy, angst, reference to death of a teen, gunshot, violence, blood, drinking, Smut, PiV, prostitution, possessiveness…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!
A/N: I’m gonna warn you, I’ve gone back and forth on what happens with Carrillo in this chapter. Not entirely sure I’m content with it…but it will have to do.
I included conversations from the episode to help anyone who hasn’t seen it or hasn’t watched it in awhile. Sorry if it feels redundant if you’ve seen the show a million times like me.
As always, feel free to let me know if I need to correct the Spanish translations!
