Red Velvet
Here is my entry for JuneBuggy’s SMUT challenge!
This will be a challenge because I’ve never written smut and it kind of feels wrong, in a dirty way… LOL
I’m not sure if any were aware of the past postings on the AfterEllen forum however there was a time where we were posting what we thought what the ending of the season finale would be. This was almost 3-4 weeks before Episode 104’s airdate.
It was quite fun as there were a lot of great ideas of what the ending would be and the best part, no one died in their endings. Hahaha!
I had alot of positive comments of a particular PepSi scene I wrote so I thought I would write my smut challenge on that scene. I have made some changes from my original post - just so I could incorporate the smut scene = )
Disclaimer : I do not own these characters or have any affliation. They are the property of Los Hombres de Paco, Antena3 and Globemedia.
Scene
(This is way before the wedding)
Pepa and Silvia are in the interrogation lab room with several different types of cakes in front of them. Pepa is wearing a green tank top, black vest and black leather pants. Silvia is wearing a sleeveless green blouse with tan colored khakis; the couple has coordinated their outfits effectively. (Readers to insert imagination here)
Silvia and Pepa are feeding each other samples of the cakes.
It’s late, no one is around TO DISTURB THE COUPLE!! Don Lorenzo has gone home!!!!
PepSi are kissing in between and deciding which cake to choose for their wedding.
“I love the Princess cake,” Silvia moaned as she let the flavor fill her taste buds. She used her fork to point towards the white slice.
Pepa smiled and pecked Silvia on the mouth, she could taste a bit of the cake that was glazed on Silvia’s lips.
"Whatever you want, rojo,” Pepa murmured and grinned wider. Her eyes were still dreamy, as she looked at her soon to be wife. She couldn’t believe Silvia still took her breath away. All these years, wondering if she would ever see her Pelirroja again, she never thought she would at this moment in her life.
“Pepa, you have to at least choose one.” Silvia tried to give a stern command but couldn’t resist a smile. “I want your opinion on something for this wedding.”
Pepa licked her lips and cocked her head to the side. She took a hold of Silvia and pulled her towards her. Silvia linked her arms around Pepa, like it was a second nature.
“You really want to know what I prefer?” Pepa questioned. Silvia nodded, completed aroused by the change of deepest in Pepa’s voice.
“I want,“ Pepa gave a single kiss to Silvia, “to be able to finally have you,” then a second kiss, “without anything going on or anything to worry about except when the next time we will be together.” Pepa went in for a third lingering kiss.
“And to layer you with Red Velvet!”
Silvia shrieked as Pepa smeared the red icing cross her face. Pepa bursted out laughing but continue lathering the sweet cream on Silvia’s cheeks. They continue to dance around each other, giggling each time they tried to attack.
Silvia had finally managed to grab a hold of Pepa’s arms to keep their distance but opt to distract Pepa with a kiss. Silvia captured Pepa’s full lips with hers and Pepa hummed in approval.
Pepa slanted her lips over and over Silvia’s. Their tongues dueled against each other as they frantically worked on the buttons of their clothes.
They broke their kiss to gasp for air and remove their shirts. Pepa had a mischievous grin on her face and slowly licked the leftover icing off Silvia’s cheek with the tip of her tongue. She backed Silvia against the autopsy counter and caged her with her body. Pepa continue to devour Silvia with her tongue until there wasn’t any red velvet left. She lowered the very tip down along the trail of her neck to the valley between her breasts. Silvia whimpered and arched her body for more.
With a flick of her fingers, Pepa unclasped the black lace bra and peeled it away from Silvia’s skin.
“So beautiful, Silvia,” Pepa breathed out and engulfed a pink nipple in her lips. Silvia gasped as Pepa sucked and tugged against the peak. Pepa used one hand to pull Silvia nearer and the other to cup the other unattended breast. She massaged the mount as Silvia tilt her head back, threading her fingers through Pepa’s hair, holding on for dear life that she wouldn’t fall back.
“Please, Pepa, please…” Silvia moaned hoarsely through closed eyes. Pepa tensed to not lose control of herself. She wanted hours with Silvia, not just for this moment but every moment.
“It’s your turn, pelirroja. Tell me what you want.” Pepa whispered. She worked on Silvia’s pants buttons and zipper.
“You.” Silvia panted, “Clothes off.”
In a flash, Pepa removed the last of her clothing and moved back into the comfort of Silvia’s arms.
“Now my pants,” Silvia whispered. Pepa grinned, tugged the waistband down, and smoothly removed the barrier, making sure her fingers lightly trailed along her thighs. She watched Silvia’s legs quiver at the caress then she placed a wet kiss on her thighs, her belly, chest then her mouth.
“Anything else?” Pepa whispered against Silvia’s ear. She breathed in the scent of Silvia’s hair, peaches. It always smelt like fresh ripped peaches.
Silvia raised herself to sit on the autopsy table and looped her legs against the back of Pepa’s. She pressed Pepa against her sex and immediately felt their wetness. Silvia positioned herself effectively so their clits rubbed perfectly against each other. Silvia then increased the friction until their breathing hitched.
“Ride me, Pepa. Make us come,” Silva pleaded and she quicken her pace. Pepa made an agonizing cry and gather Silvia tigher. She matched each stroke with Silvia and they moved in unison. Each stroke became harder, wetter. They breaths were rough as their moans were deafening. An ache was building within them and the floods of sensations washed over them.
“Pepa! “ Silvia screamed at the cry of her release.
With one final thrust, the world stopped, Pepa groaned and shouted Silvia’s name repeatedly. Silvia tightened her hold and trembled against her lover. Sweat glistened against their skin as they held each other in their arms.
As they regain their strength, Pepa rested her forehead against Silvia’s.
“I’m not finished loving you, Silvia.”
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