Title: Everything I have
Rating: R
Pairing: Pepa / Silvia
A / N: It's a (slightly-belated) Christmas miracle! At long last, Chapter 11 has-been completed and posted for your reading pleasure! Drum roll, please ....
That Was Easier Than I Thought It Would Be.
We had Been in the club for about half an hour and the mixture of pounding music and the nauseating smell of alcohol, sweat, and cologne WAS Giving me a headache. Pepa and I hovered around the bar while Gonzalo WAS set-up at a table across the room. Lucas, Paco, and Mariano, meanwhile, Were out in the newly Christene "Apollo Tequila" van.
It Took only ten minutes for Pepa to charm the busy the table, Pepa took the seat next to him and surprised me when she pulled me down to sit on her lap. It was a smart move. That image of us sitting there, Pepa’s fingers trailing back and forth across my thigh, left bare from the short dress I was wearing…I could tell we already had him half-way convinced to hire us. When I told him that our specialty was dancing together, he was as good as sold. So, we made an appointment for next weekend - “Mar” and I are going to dance next Friday, and if he likes what he sees, we’ll get a regular gig.
Now that we’ve accomplished our primary goal for this mission, we can call it night. We’re supposed to leave first and then Gonzalo will follow in about another 15 minutes.
We’re just walking out of the cme. I was standing right next to him, coat in hand and ready to leave, when I saw him drooling over this other girl and offering to get her another drink. ‘
A girl as pretty as you shouldn’t have to get her own drink
,’ he said.”
“Smooth, Javier, smooth….”
“He never offered to get me a drink all night!” I exclaimed. Pepa and I had been talking on the phone for the past hour and, somehow, we had gotten on the subject of exes, trading stories back and forth. Right now I was telling her all about the fiasco that was Javier, my only college boyfriend. “Well, by the time I got him into a taxi, he was barely conscious and I was fucking angry, so, on the way home, I asked the taxi driver to make a little detour…right to the fmisses my comment.
“What was that?”
“Nothing…go on.” I don’t feel like getting into it because then I’d have to admit that her flirting bothered me. Not that I was really jealous or anything…it was just unprofessional! Of course, she’d probably take it as me being jealous and I wouldn’t hear the end of it, and I wouldn’t want to be the cause of her already-inflated ego getting to the point of near-bursting.
“Alright, speaking of getting on a girl’s bad side…I’ve got another story for you.”
“Spill it.”
“So, I was kinda-sorta seeing this girl, Carla. I mean, we we’re hanging out and we’d sleep together every now and then…I guess to her that meant we were dating… pull up outside her house…everything looks a little familiar. I don’t think too much about it, though, because we’re both just trying to make it up the stairs as quietly as possible and not fall over. When we got inside, we didn’t even make it to her bedroom, we just fell on the sofa and started to rip each others’ clothes off…”
“Did her parents catch you?” “No, and shhhhh, stop interrupting! We hear a door open, and as I fly off the sofa searching for my pants, I hear a gasp. I look up…and there was Carla.”
“What? How…?”
“The sister…it was Carla. I had just had sex with Carla’s older sister who was in town from college for the holidays. And, my god, I had never seen two sister’s go fGod, I can not imagine dating someone only to Have Them go and sleep with Lola, too! "I shudder at the Thought. "I mean, it's bad enough" Knowing my ex-husband is now with Our niece, pero a sister is just too much! "
" Ah, yeah, Paco told me about Luke and Sara, "she says a bit hesitantly.
"Mmhmm ... ... it will Take Some Getting Used to, for everyone, But I guess ..."
"Love is love, right?" She finishes for me. "I like Lucas and all, and of course I love our niece, and I wish Them happiness, blah, blah, blah ... but Any Man Who Would Leave You? Well, he's Automatically an idiot in my book. "The comment shouldn't mean so much to me, But it does.
"Thank you, Pepa. And Lucas
is an idiot,” I add to lighten the mood, and she responds with a hearty laugh. “Okay…tell me more. What other idiots have been in your life? Any more men who were stupid enough to let you get away? Or any women?” She questions slyly. “Any women you might want to tell me about…? You know, during those college years in Barcelona?” I hear the smile forming around the words and can picture her waggling eyebrows. I unfortunately have no sordid stories of sexual experimentation to share with her though, and I tell her so.
“I’m disappointed in you,
pelirroja
…no sordid stories to share! I could tell you all about the one time I had sex with a guy in a funhouse – I’ll never look at those mirrors the same way again…or when I went outAPAD or anything. Fess up,
girl. "She laughs and
Then goes silent for a FEW seconds. I start to think That She Might not react and as I'm about to jump back in to change the subject, she finally Speaks up. "About 50 or so. Somewhere around 10 guys ... the rest girls. Rough estimate. "And I realize her FEW seconds of silence Were Actually Trying to her tally up the number - 50 people! That's 10 times as Many People as I've been with! I'm struck speechless. "But, you know, a lot of That Number Came From ... When I Was Young When I ran off to Sevilla, I did not really Have to go anywhere, and I fell in with a bad crowd. Lots of parties, drugs ... sex. Bea WAS part of the scene, too, But When we started dating, she got tired of it and wante we’ve been talking for so long!”
“That’s because I’m just so easy to talk to…”
“Oh, shut up, Pepa. Have I told you before that I hate when you’re being cocky and smug?”
“You don’t have to lie, Silvia…I know you secretly love when I’m cocky and smug…it adds to the roguish charm that I know you just can’t resist.”
“If you could only see how my eyes are rolling…”
“Rolling because my charm is too much to take and you’re about to faint?”
“I’m hanging up now,” I say, shaking my head and hearing her braying laugh over the line before I hang up on her. I swear, she’s insanely obnoxious sometimes…but I quietly admit to myself,
'She�s right ... I do secretly love it. " _____________________________________________________
The costumes for Our try-outs Have Been try - I Can Safely Say That in all my years of Being on the force, I've never seen Such Any cop wear an outfit before. That's right, we're dressing up as cops, and I'm ridiculously thrilled at the idea of seeing Pepa in Such a tiny skirt. I'm Having a hard time imaging it, But I Know It's Going to Be A Riot. Bad Ass Pepa with her vests and wearing a shoulder holster ... mid-riff top and a skirt that'll barely cover her ass. Her face WAS priceless When she saw the outfit.
"Why can not I wear pants? Cops wear pants! "She Yelle, frustrated.
"Miranda! You're gXC We sit and chat for a little bit, talking about the work we did today and going over some more details of the case. As the minutes tick by, I start to get more and more anxious. More nervous with every second. We’re about to dance. Together. Like strippers. Together. I think she can sense my agitation and offers to get me a glass of wine. I quickly say yes, and she bounds off to the kitchen to pour us both a glass. She comes back with the two glasses and the bottle. I'm handed my glass and she places the bottle on the coffee table. As I knock back the whole drink and start pouring myself another, she walks over to her stereo system to get the music prepared.
“Do you ever take that thing off? I bet you shower and sleep with it on…”
"What?"
"Your shoulder holster," I say, making nervous conversation.
"Oh, I forgot I still had it on," she says as she takes it off and throws it at me on the sofa.
"Brat!"
She laughs and looks at me Then Seriously, done setting up the music. "Ready?" She ASKs as she hits play. The music
eat on and now I'm Nearly petrified. "Who is this? I do not know if I can dance to this. "
" Goldfrapp. And yes you can. "
She Makes her way back to me, Takes the second almost-empty glass out of my hand and puts it down on the coffee table Along with hers. She pulls me to my feet and turns around me so That I'm Facing away from her. Just stand right there and follow my lead. "
Her hands start off at my shoulders and she slowly drags them down my back Until She Reaches my waist. Her hands grasp my hips forcefully and she pulls me back Into her.
I think I'm going to pass out. But, Then she starts to move us in unison, Our hips rotating to the rhythm of the music. Our Movements and Their hips continue her hands snake down the front of my Thighs Before traveling up the back, making a pass over my ass.
Something snaps. I pull away to grab her half-full glass of wine on the table, down it in one gulp and turn around to face her. I throw my arms around her shoulders, she has a lazy smile on her lips, and Our Hips Easily pick up the rhythm again. Her handsreturn to my ass so she can pull me in even closer while my fingers find their way up into her hair and I pull her face close to mine. She dips her head to my neck and swipes her lips across my collarbone before she pushes away to twirl me to her side. With one hand on my hip and the other buried in my hair, she pulls me down in a dip with her and, when we pull back up, she places herself behind me again. She takes my hands in her own, and trails them across my body. Getting a little more daring, she guides both of our hands under my blouse. My brain has obviously short-circuited because, without thinking twice, I pull my hands out from under hers and lift my blouse over my head, throwing it onto the sofa. Her hands are still stranded where I left them, fingers spread over my ribcage just he hell am I doing?! What the hell am I doing?!?! The lustful haze is lifted by her moaning my name, just as the song is about to end. And I realize I’m standing in Pepa’s living room, half-naked, with her hands on my breasts, squeezing.
Oh, god, that feels good…Stop it!
I panic. I pull away and lunge for my blouse lying wrinkled on the sofa. I put it on without turning around. “I think that’s enough for now. We should be fine for Friday,” I manage to get out as I scramble for my purse on the other end of the sofa. “Silvia…” she whispers almost pleadingly. “I’m sorry…”
But I cut her off before she can continue. “Don’t. Pepa, just don’t.” I say quietly. “I have to get home. I’m sure Gonzalo is waiting up for me.”
I regret saying it, but that last statement had the effect I was going for. She straightened up like a bucket of cold water had just been poured over her and started to reach for her shirt as well.
“Fine, I’ll see you later then, Silvia.”
“…I…Pepa…” I don’t really know what I want to say. I don’t know what I can
say. “Goodnight, Pepa,” is all that sadly escapes as I walk out and she closes the door behind me.
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