Title: Todo Lo Que Tengo
Rating: R? NC-17? I think this chapter might be somewhere in between.
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
A/N: Halle-fucking-lujah! I don't know how I broke my writer's block, but here's hoping that the nasty bitch doesn't come back! Enjoy the chapter...there's only four more to go to wrap this puppy up.
Chapter 16
Antonio was still parked outside Pepa's building an hour later. He watched somewhat disinterestedly as a blonde woman parked nearby and made her way to the front doors, but he sat up in his seat, newly vigilant, when he noticed that the dark-haired agent had rushed down to meet the woman.
His eyes were trained on thically bouncing on the balls of her feet, one arm around the other woman's shoulders.
“Well, I’ve been busy getting ready for Wednesday’s showing…which you better not have forgotten about, eh?” Bea pulls away and gives her friend an inquisitive once-over. The smile, the shine in her eyes, the jittery energy coursing through her long, restless limbs…she couldn’t help but notice that her friend was in an
awfully
good mood.
“Wait, what showing? You’re having a showing?!” Bea none-too-gently smacks her friend on the arm. “Ow!
Joder
, I was joking! Of course I’m going!” Pepa takes the other woman’s hand and pulls her inside the building. As they make their way up the stairs, Bea keeps surreptitiousl glancing over at Pepa. There Was Something going on - She Was Practically glowing - and Bea Had a pretty good idea of What That Something WAS.
"So, how are Things going with Silvia?"
A wide smile breaks out on Pepa's face at the mere mention of Simon's name, But she Quickly Attempts to smother Things to play it down. "Oh, you know, they're alright." She punctuates her statement with a nonchalant shrug As They Reach her front door. Pepa opens the door, Letting Bea walk in first, and Then She FOLLOWS her inside, shutting the door behind her.
"Just okay? Because You Were definitely sporting your 'I just got laid "smile earlier. So, you Either someone Picked up at a bar ... or Things Are Going Betterin Before, But She Was Cautious about trotting out the l word. The very FEW times she's Said It, she's meant to it, and Bea has to quell the wave of disappointment dull That reverberates THROUGHOUT her body. But she's Also happy for the brunette. She Truly is. It Was Only a small part of her Something That still hoped for ... the rest Pepa with WAS always content with Being the Other Woman's friend. She perform That She's just going to Have to Learn to Live Without That 'maybe someday' in the back of her head ... not an simple task Entirely, But If She Wants to Remain Pepa's friend, Have What choice does she really? So, with a brisk shake of her head, she pushes aside the lingering hurt Pepa What Needs to Be MOST her to be - her closest friend. "Well, I'mh bit more composed, I lift my head from her shoulder, and her hands come up to my face. She wipes away the moisture from my cheeks with the tips of her fingers and gently questions me, “You feel better now,
princesa
?”
“No,” I reply bluntly.
“No? You need to cry some more.”
“No…I just…have…a headache,” I force the words out in between those 'after-crying hiccups'. It comes out sounding so amusingly childish, though, that we both find ourselves giggling. When we’ve both caught our breath a few seconds later, she asks for my hand.
“This might hurt a little,” she warns as she applies pressure to the fleshy part of my palm between my thumb and index finger. It’s somewhat uncomfortongue lick my pulse point.
I squeeze her shoulders trying to steady myself while her hands grab my hips, drawing me in closer, and she drags her mouth to my ear, biting the earlobe. The sparks that happily shoot through my body are almost overwhelming in intensity, and I grab her face and pull her mouth to mine to kiss her long and hard.
We both moan when our tongues make contact, and I feel her hands slip beneath my lab coat. They travel up to my shoulders, eagerly pushing the coat off, and I straighten my arms out to help her get it all the way off.
With my coat now in one of her hands, I desperately reach out for her face to kiss her again…but she pulls away. I stare at her with a look that must read equal parts confused and pissed off, But she Does not Seem to Be Affected by it. Just as I'm about to ask her What the hell is wrong, she Speaks up.
"Take off all your clothes."
"What? Why? That Was Just What We Were Doing? What'd you ... "She cuts me off by Placing a finger on my lips.
"Take Everything off ... and we'll put this
back on," she Explains curtly as she nods at my lab coat hanging off her finger extended.
Oh.
Okay then.
I blink, still a bit in shock and Trying to wrap my brain around her request. Although, it really shouldn't Be difficult.
Me. Naked. In my lab coat.
Once I've Worked Through Those basics, I decided to play along. Bund I can’t help but smirk at her stupefied expression.
The trance is broken, though, as she sees my hands make their way to the button of my jeans. I thank whatever deity there may be that I actually chose to put on a cute pair of underwear this morning.
Since I was quick with my other articles of clothing, I decide to tease her with the last two. I’m achingly slow at unzipping my jeans and lowering them down my legs. I haven’t stopped staring at her face the whole time, and she hasn’t stopped staring at my moving hands, revealing more skin inch by inch.
All that’s left are my panties, so I hook my thumbs in each side and I begin to slide them down my legs unhurriedly. Once they’re off, they meet a similar fate as my blouse somewhere On the Other Side of the lab.
I stand there, stripped down to nothing, and start to feel a little ill-at-ease. I know we Slept together just last night ... but the room was Significantly Darker Than my fluorescent-lit lab. But whatever self-consciousness to manifest Starting WAS is abruptly dispelled when to her eyes Meet mine again. As if my hair wasn't enough, I feel my whole body begin to flush, my skin on fire from the longing look in her eyes. I feel bolstered by her reaction, so I gesture with one finger for her to hand over the lab coat. She does so obediently and Continue to watch while I slide the garment back over my shoulders, Leaving it unbuttoned. The flaps of the jacket Are wide enough, Though, That They pretty much cover my Completelykisses across my thighs. She gives me one last kiss, and I’m completely overcome. It almost scares me how much I want this woman.
My need is so much stronger than any rational thought, though, so I roughly pull her back up so that she’s standing in front of me again. I grab the waistband of her jeans and, clumsy in my overwhelming desire, I fumble with the button and zipper. Shear tenacity assures that I eventually get her jeans undone, and I immediately drive my hand down the front to reach her crotch.
Her mouth is on mine again, and our tongues duel for dominance as I slide two fingers inside her. She moans into my mouth and pulls away for breath, leaving her forehead against mine. She takes my face between my hands, looking me in the eyes as she bucks against my moving fingers.
When she comes, she collapses against me, her head supported against my shoulder and the puffs of her breath hitting my neck sends a delicious chill down my spine. Her breathing finally starts to calm, and I pull my hand back out of her pants. She lifts her head up to kiss me again. This time, we’re not overtaken by desire. It’s comes from a different kind of passion. Not rough or demanding…but delicate and affectionate.
She pulls her mouth away a slight bit to allow for a sliver of air to make its way between us. Then she whispers two words against my moist lips, so quietly that I feel them more than hear them.
“
Te quiero
.”
I’ve heard the words before, but they’ve never quite provoked this sort of reaction in me. My heart’s so full, it hurts, and it feels like it’s going to burst. It strains against the small confines of my chest, but my ribcage lives up to its name, safely locking my swelling heart behind its bars of bone. But the incredible pressure has to be released somehow, so it travels upward. Up through my neck and out my mouth in a hot stream of words, repeated over and over because of their inadequacy at capturing the full extent of what my heart is feeling.
“
Te amo,
Pepa
…te amo tanto…te amo… ”
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