Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Colombian Heatwave (Javier Pena)

Summary: Colombia is experiencing a heatwave and Wren is dying.

This was the most sweltering heat Wren had ever experienced. She'd known that summers in South America could get hot, but this was unbearable. She wanted to peel off her skin as morbid and disgusting as that sounded.

Which is how she came to be sitting on the kitchen floor of hers and Javi's shared apartment eating ice cream straight from the tub while dressed in a sports bra and some boyshort underwear.

Javier walked in and laughed. "What are you doing, novia (sweetheart)?"

"It's fucking hot, Javi!" she whined. She looked him up and down. "You look good today." Wren had been asleep when he left that morning, so this was the first time today she got to see what he was wearing. He usually came in late at night or in the morning while she was still sleeping.

"Meeting with the Ambassador today." He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie. Javier smirked and shrugged off his jacket. His tie came off next.

Wren could think of a thing or two to do with that tie.

He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor.

Wren's eyes trailed over his muscular torso and arms. How had she gotten so lucky?

He unzipped his pants and Wren pouted when she saw the boxer briefs he had on.

Javier laughed. "Can't go commando under suit pants," he told her.

"And why not?"

He lowered himself to the cool tiles of the kitchen and placed a kiss on her kneecap. "Unprofessional."

Wren snorted. "And since when have you ever cared about being professional."

"Ouch. You wound me, love."

If anyone had told Wren she'd be in love with a gorgeous Latin DEA, she would have laughed in their faces. Wren hated cops with a passion, because almost every single one she'd met was an asshole.

The two of them had been set up by his partner's wife Connie.

Wren had thought Javier was a bit of an asshole when she first met him, but the more they saw each other, the more she figured out he had a soft side to him that he rarely let anyone see. She worried about him every minute, but he was passionate about catching men like Escobar so she wasn't going to stop him.

Wren woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn't until she looked out the window that she realized what had woken her up.

It was raining.

Wren hit Javier on the arm. "

Mmm, what?" he mumbled.

"It's raining!"

"What?"

"It's raining!" Wren jumped out of bed and grabbed a thin cotton dress.

"Wren, what are you doing?"

"Javi, it's raining!" With that she ran out of the bedroom.

Javier laughed and called after her. "Wren!" He eventually pulled himself out of bed and went downstairs to find her twirling around in the rain, her head tilted back. Normally he would have yelled at her to get back in the apartment, but Bogotá was quiet tonight so he let her enjoy the cool rain.

The streets sparkled under the light of the full moon.

"Javi!" Wren yelled, holding her hand out to him.

He shook his head.

Wren pouted and put her hands on her hips. "Haven't you ever wanted to kiss a girl in the rain, Peña?"

He smiled and finally joined her. The rain felt nice on his heated skin.

It seemed like it'd been an eternity since it last rained.

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

They gently swayed in the rain.

Javier was never much for romance, but he tried his best when it came to Wren. He dramatically dipped Wren, making her laugh loudly. He pulled her back up and kissed her.

Wren's hands came up to hold his face. Every kiss they shared was like the first. Wren's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

"Te amo (I love you)," Wren breathed against Javier's lips. It was one of the only scraps of Spanish she knew.

Javier smiled and kissed her again. "Yo también te quiero, mi luz (I love you too, my light)." Javier could confidently say that Wren was the only woman, besides his mother, that he loved.

Part of why he hunted for men like Escobar was to make the world a safer place for people like her.