Title: Todo Lo Que Tengo
Rating: R
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
A/N: Here it is, kiddos...have at it!
“We’ve been out here for three hours…just how long were you planning on this stake-out lasting?”
“As long as necessary.”
I was afraid she was going to say that. We’ve been parked here in the alley behind the club for some time now, and I’m starting to think we either already missed the supposed drop-off…or it’s not even going to happen tonight. And, yes, I'm sitting in the passenger seat. She wouldn't hand over the keys when we got to the garage earlier, and I didn't feel like arguing about it.
“Pepa, I really don’t feel
“Filling out paperwork would probably be more productive than this…”
“Silvia! Come on! This is the fun stuff – it’s like playing grown-up Cops and Robbers. We’re the good guys, looking for clues to catch the bad guys and evidence to put them behind bars. It’s fun!” She says this with such a joyous smile, I almost find myself believing her and smiling in return.
But I’ve spent the last three hours running through the reasons why it would be a bad idea to throw myself over the armrest and into her lap. Fighting the urge to reach across the car and pull her mouth to mine. Focusing on training my eyes out the window instead of on her profile or her long, tapered fingers that she’s been carelessly tapping on the steering wd that I do, didn’t I? Is it so hard to believe someone might actually like being organized and making sure everything is done correctly and efficiently?” I slide closer to the door, away from her. “Somebody has to do it, somebody has to keep the order…or idiots like you would just be running around without thinking and fucking everything up all the time!”
“Silvia…”
Shit. I didn’t mean to say that. I know she wasn’t laughing at me maliciously…why do I always have to attack?? Whenever I’m pushed outside of my comfort zone, there I go, brandishing words like weapons. Sharp words intended to wound, giving me just enough time to escape, enough time to dodge. I hate this about myself. I let out a long sigh and relax my srwork besides you? It’s just so…so uniquely you,“ she continues, her right hand holding mine at the wrist while she softly traces patterns with the fingers of the other across my palm, “And, the next time I have a stack of paperwork I need to get done, I’ll be sure to hand it over to you since you enjoy it so much.”
And just like that, all the tension is gone. I chuckle softly at her words, finally lifting my head up to find her smiling.
“No need to thank me,” she adds, giving my hand a squeeze.
I shake my head in amazement. I don’t know how she does it - if my words are used to inflict pain, hers are used to heal and soothe – and she always knows just what to say.
We sit there, looking at each otherd at the Same time, she squeezes the hand I Still Have laying on her lap. I inhale
laboredly, Knowing I need to take a breath Before I pass out. Her fingertips dance across the length of my neck Before Her hand to sign Takes hold of my nape to Delicately, pero insistently, force my head forward. Was There a point to my Earlier resistance?
I willingly follow her lead, Our heads inching closer, my eyes as anchor on the sight of her lips ... That Are Slightly parted lips getting closer ... and closer ... and ...
BAM!
What the hell WAS that??! Pepa and I pull apart in a violent start. We seem to remember Where We Are at the Same Time and We Both Quickly turn to look out the window. A black van
Had ab later…but more than likely, whatever’s in there won’t be there for very long. At least we got something, though. A license plate number (stolen, I’m sure) and photographs of the people involved. “See? Hasn’t this been fun?” Pepa asks, raising her brow and smiling rakishly. She’s positively giddy and it’s infectious. Having dinner in a car, sitting in discomfort for three hours, arguing, nearly…what had we nearly done?... and then being interrupted by the arrival the ‘bad guys’ and getting some evidence…yeah, I guess it had been kind of fun.
We’re laughing and looking at each other like before, and it’s not long before silence reigns again, the mood from earlier slowly making its presence known once more. We’re staring at each other again and…
BANG!
“What now?!” She exclaims, her frustration somewhat amusing. We look out the front window and see Cristina being lead out of the exit by Antonio Castillo. In a second, he has her pressed up against the alley wall while she vainly struggles against him. “
Joder
! I’m going to help her,” Pepa yells as she starts to grasp for the door handle.
“Pepa! No! We’re not even supposed to be here…I’ll call for…”
“There’s no time to make any calls,” is all she says as she flings the door open and takes off.
“Goddammit, Pepa!” I angrily mutter under my breath through clenched teeth. I grab my purse and look for my cellphone. After a few secondsWithout success of searching, I furiously fling the purse away and open the door to go running after her.
As I round the front of the car, I see Antonio turn around, Responding to the sound of Pepa's footsteps. Reaches Pepa have him just as she turns and coldcocks him with the butt of her gun. Immediately I own historical collapses under weight onto the alley floor.
I arrive to hear Cristina Pepa Asking if she's alright.
"I'm ... I'm okay ... I think. Thank you, "she stutters. She looks a little Worse for wear, But For The Most Part, She Does not Seem to Have Been Badly hurt too. With shaking fingers, she Attempts to readjust her clothes, pulling her top and short skirt back Into place. She looks up at us Both, consciously Taking us inBefore Recognition shows on her face. "Alicia and Mar!" She Exclaims And Then curiously continues. "You Two Are cops not, are not you?"
Fuck it all to hell. Neither of us
Respond, so she Speaks up again, "You two get out of here, I'll send someone out to get him." She nods her head in the direction of the Unconscious body near Our feet and starts to walk to back to the door. "Thanks again," she smiles genuinely Before disappearing Through the doorway. Both
We stand there, not sure What to do. We fixate on Antonio, There laying on the floor, and she finally lifts her arm to re-holster her gun. The Movement sparks me to action. I heatedly turn around and begin to march back to the word deliberate car.
"Sylvia!"to open the door again, But she's now using Both Hands to hold the door shut, one arm on Either side of my head.
"What was I supposed to do, Silvia? Let her Be raped?! Could I do that! "
" No! But We Were not supposed to be here in the first place! "
" And if we Have Been Had not here, nobody would've Been Around What Happened to stop! You fucking Understand that? "Having no luck with the door, I spin around Between her arms to her face. "We stopped a girl from Being Hurt! We Help her out ... maybe now she'll help us. "
" Or maybe she'll run right now to the Castillo brothers and tell him who we are! And We Are standing here like two assholes
waiting to Be Shot in the head!� I shout at her, not ready to let go of my ire.
But then, something happens. I realize how close her body is to mine own, leaning against the side of the car, and her arms still on either side of my head. The flash of anger in her eyes changes…the flush in her cheeks growing, not from indignation, but from desire. She closes the distance between us, the length of her body pressing subtly against my own.
I feel a moment of panic. I can’t do this! I have to stop this! The car makes it impossible for me to pull away, so I push forward, trying to move her, clear some space for me to breath. But the plan backfires. As I try to shove her forward, she just uses her own body to thrust back, pinning me against the car again, our bodies pressed even more intimately together.
I look at her face again, noting her half-lidded eyes and the hot breath escaping in puffs between her parted lips. And I give in.
I give in to what my body’s been begging for since Pepa came back to San Antonio. I give in to my overwhelming desire to know what her lips would feel like on mine.
I take her face between my two hands and drag her down to my mouth. The fullness of her lips smash against my own and I take some time to memorize their taste and texture. To feel how perfect a fit they are..and then I need more. Our mouths open and my tongue darts out in search of hers, moaning when contact is made.
It’s just a kiss. Just a kiss. But such an exquisitely wonderful kiss, I think IOngue glides up my neck and she sucks on my earlobe.
"Pepa ..." I groan out her name. But she just continue her ministrations.
"Pepa" I repeat more Firmly, and she pulls away from me. She looks at me, a little Uncertain. "Pepa, I want you to take me home," I pull her in for Another Passionate Kisses, "now."
I REPEATED my words from earlier.
I want you to take me home now
. The intention
Being Distinctly Different this time.
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