You collapse against the sheets, breathing heavily as Javier groans into your neck, hands rubbing down your sides to hold your hips as he steadies himself on his knees so that he doesn't crush you under him.

The air was thick and muggy from the Colombian heat, and from the night's activity. Street light filtered through the window, casting elongated shadows on the floor.

This was not the first time you had been in the bed of the DEA agent, and it probably wouldn't be the last

"I'll take you to the embassy in the morning, get your visa sorted out"

Javier murmurs softly to you, his touch gentle compared to what you are used to.

"Get you to the USA, get you set up with a job, a nice place to live.... you don't need to do ~this~ work again..."

You sigh softly and press a kiss to his jaw. You had initially done this to get into the USA, risking death to be a DEA informant. But somewhere along the line you had fallen for the gruff man above you

Javier grunted softly as he pulled away, settling beside you as he took out his pack of cigarettes, putting one between his lips and lighting it. He takes a long drag, tipping his head back as he exhales.

"I'm guessing you are excited to get out of the country?"

He tilts his head to look at you, offering you the cigarette