Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Little Sunflower (Javi Gutierrez)

Summary: Tabby is the perfect Little for Javi.

"Girasol?" Javi's soft voice asked.

Tabby groaned, rolling over in bed.

Javi chuckled and walked over to the French doors leading to her balcony, throwing open the curtains. He heard Tabby whine. "It is time to get up, mi amor."

He walked up to her bed and gently caressed her cheek until she opened her eyes.

She yawned and rubbed at her eyes. "Good morning, Daddy."

Javi smiled as she reached up and tugged on one of his curls.

If there was one thing Tabby loved about Javi, it was his hair. Specifically, his curls. When they went to the beach, Javi would lay with his head in her lap and she would run her hands through his curls.

"Did you sleep well, mi pequeña girasol?" Javi asked her.

Tabby nodded.

"I've had your favorite made for breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs." He kissed her forehead and left.

Tabby sat up in bed and stretched before jumping out of bed. She walked over to her large walk-in closet and picked out a pink sundress and stockings. She finished off the look with a pink ribbon choker and pink Mary Janes.

She walked over her balcony and opened the French doors, letting in the salty sea air. Living at Javi's seaside mansion was a fairytale.

Some nights, after making love with Javi, they fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks.

Tabby tipped her head back and let the sunshine warm her face.

This was what earned the nickname "Girasol", Spanish for sunflower. Javi teased her that she like a sunflower, always turning her face to the sun.

Breakfast was served in the courtyard like every morning.

Javi put the newspaper he was reading down and looked her over. "You look beautiful, mi girasol."

Tabby flushed under his appreciating gaze. No matter how many times he complimented her, she found herself blushing whenever he praised her. She took her spot across from him as a server poured her some tea. "Thank you, Pearce."

"You're welcome, Miss Sperling."

"That will be all, Mr. Thurmond," Javi said.

Pearce nodded. "Enjoy your breakfast."

Before Pearce walked off, Tabby put a hand on his arm. "Please give my compliments to Nicoletta."

Pearce nodded. "She will appreciate that, Miss Sperling." Pearce left them alone and Tabby started eating her breakfast.

Tabby's caring nature was what had drawn Javi to her in the first place.

Many of Javi's relationships had ended badly. Most women were just interested in his money, but Tabby was different. She appreciated everything he gave her and she genuinely enjoyed his company. He was easy to talk and get along with.

They both loved watching movies and talking about literature and art.

Javi wanted to give Tabby the world. The fact that she was a Little was a plus. Many women found it to be weird or creepy, but Tabby had slipped into the role perfectly.

Tabby was the perfect Little for Javi. She was laid back, followed his rules, never gave him any attitude. "What?" Tabby asked him when she realized he was staring at her.

Javi shook his head and said, "Nothing, mi amor. I have an important phone call to make. When you finish, leave your plates. Pearce will clean them up." Javi placed his napkin on the table and stood up. "I'll meet you at the pool, okay girasol?" Javi walked over to Tabby and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before leaving.

Tabby watched him leave and she sighed.

"Everything okay, Miss?" one of the maids asked.

Tabby put a fake smile on her face. "Of course, Clio." She finished her breakfast and went down to the pool.

There was a cool breeze coming off the ocean making it a tad bit too cold to be swimming today.

Tabby sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her feet and legs into the cool water. She leaned back on her hands, tilting her head to the sky.

Tabby didn't know how long she'd been there until she heard a dark chuckle next to her. Tabby turned her head and saw Javi sitting there. "What?" she asked him.

Javi simply shook his head and leaned in to kiss her. "Mi pequeña girasol."