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The Something

Javier watches as you get ready, enjoying the small details like watching you choose outfits, apply makeup, and do your hair. He finds it calming and intimate. He pictures holding you close as you apply lipstick or paint your nails. Javier savors watching you and the way your presence makes him feel content, even for casual Tuesday nights spent together.

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The Something

Javier watches as you get ready, enjoying the small details like watching you choose outfits, apply makeup, and do your hair. He finds it calming and intimate. He pictures holding you close as you apply lipstick or paint your nails. Javier savors watching you and the way your presence makes him feel content, even for casual Tuesday nights spent together.

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The Something

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45424351.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Narcos (TV)
Relationship: Javier Peña (Narcos)/Reader, Javier Peña (Narcos)/You
Character: Javier Peña (Narcos)
Additional Tags: Javier yearning, Some fluff and feeling, a little bit of spice
Language: English
Series: Part 18 of The Crush
Stats: Published: 2023-03-01 Words: 463

The Something
by the_ginger_hedge_witch

Summary

Javier watches you get ready.

There’s something about watching you get ready, something that he can’t quite put his fingers on.
Something that makes him feel so... content.

He likes watching the way you move. The way you flit from the closet to the mirror and back
again, turning left then right and then all the way as you go for another option.

He’s never quite sure why. Doesn’t understand what flaw you’re finding because they all look
good to him, and he’s quick to tell you so. And it’s funny how even if you roll your eyes when he
does, the final decision always seems to come very soon after.

He likes watching you put on your makeup, watching you do your hair, the way the brushes and
your fingers move featherlight in the same way his own fingers like to do… sometimes.

Sometimes because sometimes he also likes to grip a bit harder, sometimes he likes to hold on like
he has no plan to let go... and so do you.

He likes the expressions you make in the mirror, the way your mouth forms a soft O as you apply
your lipstick. The same way it does when he buries himself deep inside you, as close to you as he
can get as your lips find his. He can’t help but picture it when he stands behind you in that same
mirror, his arms wrapped around you and his mouth murmuring praise so close to your ear.

He likes when you paint your nails, likes letting his eyes linger on that studious pinch in your brow,
the delicate and practiced movements of your hands, the way your teeth and tongue trace your
bottom lip in concentration.
Likes when you so carefully paint them that pretty pink, that color still on later when they
recklessly leave pretty pink scratches down his back.

He likes the way your lips press together as you blow them dry, the way your eyes flicker up to his
because you know he’s watching.

Why wouldn’t he be?

Why wouldn’t he savor the way the heat of his gaze travels over you? The rippling reaction so
similar to those tiny shivers that race across your skin when your body is beneath his hands,
beneath him, beside him. Curled against him during lazy mornings and late nights when unlike
now there's nowhere to go.

But he also likes the way you smile and nod when he asks if you’re ready to go, the way you make
a Tuesday night a special occasion, the way your hand fits in his, and the way your voice rises and
falls as you talk to him.

Doesn’t really matter the topic. Or where the two of you are going.

It’s just something he likes… you being his.

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