Pepa and the Baby (Part 1)
A/N #1 - I have terrible writer's block for my other LHDP fanfiction (The Season 9 fanfic for those who have no idea what I am talking about) I have the notes and pieces but I have no idea how to get the 3rd apart going. It's driving me insane so I decided to leave it along until a miracle happens =)
BUT I have inspired to write another fanfic!!
A/N #2 - What happen between the episodes Silvia asked Pepa if she wanted kids to when Pepa drunkenly told Silvia she wanted to have a baby with her? (Which led to their brief break-up.)
I watched this television show the other night that inspired me to write this fanfic starting my favorite couple: Pepa and Silvia!
Background: Pepa has already moved into Silvia’s cama. That’s all the background information I can really give =)
Thank you to all for reading in advance!!
Besos!!
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PART 1
Pepa burrowed her head deeper into the curve of Silvia’s neck as they laid spooned together in the shadowy bedroom. She leisurely stroked the redhead’s arms with the tips of her fingers causing her lover to purr.
“Pepa,” her lover mumbled, “Sleep.”
Pepa snickered and kissed Silvia’s neck. She stilled her hand and pondered if she should listen to her Pelirroja. But she wasn’t a person to give up without a fight. If she was able to convince Silvia to sleep naked every night, she would be able to convince Silvia for another romp.
Pepa devilishly wandered her hand near the apex of Silvia’s legs. The redhead grinned in her sleep, correction, what sleep she was trying to get but Pepa’s roaming hand kept her wide awake. She wondered if Pepa knew what kind of effect she had on her. The slightest touch from the brunette would send hums through her body, even the tiniest look would render her mystified. She didn’t know how she was able to retract from falling under Pepa’s spell at every casting moment but it was not an easy task.
She felt Pepa’s hand edge closer to her sex and she quickly stilled it with her own hands.
“Pepa,” Silvia whispered and the response was a chuckle. Fluidly, Pepa freed herself from the hold and cupped Silvia’s sex. She’s expertly placed her fingers on the spot where her Pelirroja liked it. Just above her clit, with just enough pressure.
“Caught you,” Pepa murmured in her ear and let her tongue rim the lobe. The hot breath tickled Silvia as she uncontrollably pressed against the hand.
“Fast or slow?” the brunette asked as she slowly massaged the nub of the redhead’s. Silvia placed her free hand on top of Pepa’s and quickened the strokes.
“Fast, Pepa. I want it fast,” she moaned. Pepa expertly learned the pace Silvia had set and worked for a masterpiece. She tried to hold back her own ecstasy but the feel of Silvia’s mold, the sounds of Silvia’s labored breath, the smell of Silvia’s nature perfume was intoxicating her. She worked her fingers madly, wanting to bring Silvia to the prize, not wanting to lose herself first. At this moment, Pepa wanted to feel Silvia’s release, to hear the silky groan as she expelled, to feel her lover trembled as she climbed her way back to reality.
“I’m almost…” Silvia breathed out. She tipped her head back and grinded hard against Pepa.
“Silvia! Pepa!”
A banging from a distance was thunder in Pepa’s ears. She felt Silvia jolt out of her trance but she kept her fingers in place.
“Ignore it,” Pepa demanded and continued her stroking. Silvia incoherently listened and panting filled the room
“Silvia! It’s Rita!” the voice called out in desperation. The banging continued, causing Silvia to lose focus again.
“I’m coming,” Silvia called out. She dislodged herself from Pepa and rolled off the bed, throwing on the nearest robe as she padding her way to the front door.
Pepa groaned in frustration and flopped on her back.
“That’s not the coming I thought,” Pepa sighed and lapped the juice remaining on her fingers. She wanted to scream out her horniness but settled muffling herself against a pillow.
What the hell did Rita want? She loved her friend dearly but she had bad sense of timing.
Pepa listened to the women talk amongst themselves and wonder if the conversation was going to be short. No, she hoped for a short conversation, until she heard a baby’s cry.
“What the fuck?” Pepa climbed off the bed, tossing an oversize t-shirt on and made her way to the commotion.
Silvia had her goddaughter, Sabenita cradled in her arms, rocking the baby’s wailing away. The baby’s mother was scrambling in and out of the house dropping bags to the floor, repeating how sorry she was to Silvia. Rita dropped the last bag and kissed Silvia on the cheek. She hurried out the door after she gave a speedy wave towards Pepa’s direction. The door slammed, leaving only the sounds of the toddler.
Pepa irked an eyebrow up and with unspoken words asked Silvia what the hell was going on. Silvia gave a pleaded look and continued to rock Sabenita.
“Povedilla was rushed to the hospital and Rita is heading there right now. She couldn’t find anyone to take care of her with such short notice so I was her last resort.” Silvia explained as the baby finally calmed down. Pepa watched Silvia glow, making her think how natural it was to see the redhead with a baby.
“And…” Pepa watched Silvia contort her face in silly expressions. The baby enjoyed the show and Pepa secretly enjoyed it too. It wasn’t often she saw her lover lose her steady composure, but when she did, it made Pepa love her all over again.
“Pelirroja, I know you mean well but I know nothing about taking care of a baby.” Pepa exasperated. It was true, the only child Pepa experienced was Sara but Lola or Paco was always around in case she got too fussy. After that, Pepa was never around children. She did think babies were cute but if they were all like her niece, they constantly poop, pee and cry - all the time.
“Pepa, there’s two of us and I have had experienced taking care of Sabenita. We’ll be okay and it’s only overnight. Rita said she will be here first thing in the morning to pick up her daughter.”
Pepa didn’t look convinced. She took one more look at the baby and was terrified. How embarrassing was that? Pepa had single handily took down a 10 person gang operation. She had skydived off cliffs thousands of time but it was a single baby that delivered her fear.
“Come on, Pepa. Help me carry the baby’s things upstairs,” Silvia motioned towards the bags at the floor. Pepa sighed over dramatically and moved towards Silvia.
“And then we finish what we started, Rojo?” Pepa sided closer to her lover and slowed in for a kiss.
Blech!
Pepa and Silvia halted. The odor of sour milk filled their nostrils as they looked between the baby and the front of Pepa’s chest. Pepa stared in disgust as she watched the white gloop soak deeper into the fabric.
Silvia burst out laughing.
PART 2
BUT I have inspired to write another fanfic!!
A/N #2 - What happen between the episodes Silvia asked Pepa if she wanted kids to when Pepa drunkenly told Silvia she wanted to have a baby with her? (Which led to their brief break-up.)
I watched this television show the other night that inspired me to write this fanfic starting my favorite couple: Pepa and Silvia!
Background: Pepa has already moved into Silvia’s cama. That’s all the background information I can really give =)
Thank you to all for reading in advance!!
Besos!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
PART 1
Pepa burrowed her head deeper into the curve of Silvia’s neck as they laid spooned together in the shadowy bedroom. She leisurely stroked the redhead’s arms with the tips of her fingers causing her lover to purr.
“Pepa,” her lover mumbled, “Sleep.”
Pepa snickered and kissed Silvia’s neck. She stilled her hand and pondered if she should listen to her Pelirroja. But she wasn’t a person to give up without a fight. If she was able to convince Silvia to sleep naked every night, she would be able to convince Silvia for another romp.
Pepa devilishly wandered her hand near the apex of Silvia’s legs. The redhead grinned in her sleep, correction, what sleep she was trying to get but Pepa’s roaming hand kept her wide awake. She wondered if Pepa knew what kind of effect she had on her. The slightest touch from the brunette would send hums through her body, even the tiniest look would render her mystified. She didn’t know how she was able to retract from falling under Pepa’s spell at every casting moment but it was not an easy task.
She felt Pepa’s hand edge closer to her sex and she quickly stilled it with her own hands.
“Pepa,” Silvia whispered and the response was a chuckle. Fluidly, Pepa freed herself from the hold and cupped Silvia’s sex. She’s expertly placed her fingers on the spot where her Pelirroja liked it. Just above her clit, with just enough pressure.
“Caught you,” Pepa murmured in her ear and let her tongue rim the lobe. The hot breath tickled Silvia as she uncontrollably pressed against the hand.
“Fast or slow?” the brunette asked as she slowly massaged the nub of the redhead’s. Silvia placed her free hand on top of Pepa’s and quickened the strokes.
“Fast, Pepa. I want it fast,” she moaned. Pepa expertly learned the pace Silvia had set and worked for a masterpiece. She tried to hold back her own ecstasy but the feel of Silvia’s mold, the sounds of Silvia’s labored breath, the smell of Silvia’s nature perfume was intoxicating her. She worked her fingers madly, wanting to bring Silvia to the prize, not wanting to lose herself first. At this moment, Pepa wanted to feel Silvia’s release, to hear the silky groan as she expelled, to feel her lover trembled as she climbed her way back to reality.
“I’m almost…” Silvia breathed out. She tipped her head back and grinded hard against Pepa.
“Silvia! Pepa!”
A banging from a distance was thunder in Pepa’s ears. She felt Silvia jolt out of her trance but she kept her fingers in place.
“Ignore it,” Pepa demanded and continued her stroking. Silvia incoherently listened and panting filled the room
“Silvia! It’s Rita!” the voice called out in desperation. The banging continued, causing Silvia to lose focus again.
“I’m coming,” Silvia called out. She dislodged herself from Pepa and rolled off the bed, throwing on the nearest robe as she padding her way to the front door.
Pepa groaned in frustration and flopped on her back.
“That’s not the coming I thought,” Pepa sighed and lapped the juice remaining on her fingers. She wanted to scream out her horniness but settled muffling herself against a pillow.
What the hell did Rita want? She loved her friend dearly but she had bad sense of timing.
Pepa listened to the women talk amongst themselves and wonder if the conversation was going to be short. No, she hoped for a short conversation, until she heard a baby’s cry.
“What the fuck?” Pepa climbed off the bed, tossing an oversize t-shirt on and made her way to the commotion.
Silvia had her goddaughter, Sabenita cradled in her arms, rocking the baby’s wailing away. The baby’s mother was scrambling in and out of the house dropping bags to the floor, repeating how sorry she was to Silvia. Rita dropped the last bag and kissed Silvia on the cheek. She hurried out the door after she gave a speedy wave towards Pepa’s direction. The door slammed, leaving only the sounds of the toddler.
Pepa irked an eyebrow up and with unspoken words asked Silvia what the hell was going on. Silvia gave a pleaded look and continued to rock Sabenita.
“Povedilla was rushed to the hospital and Rita is heading there right now. She couldn’t find anyone to take care of her with such short notice so I was her last resort.” Silvia explained as the baby finally calmed down. Pepa watched Silvia glow, making her think how natural it was to see the redhead with a baby.
“And…” Pepa watched Silvia contort her face in silly expressions. The baby enjoyed the show and Pepa secretly enjoyed it too. It wasn’t often she saw her lover lose her steady composure, but when she did, it made Pepa love her all over again.
“Pelirroja, I know you mean well but I know nothing about taking care of a baby.” Pepa exasperated. It was true, the only child Pepa experienced was Sara but Lola or Paco was always around in case she got too fussy. After that, Pepa was never around children. She did think babies were cute but if they were all like her niece, they constantly poop, pee and cry - all the time.
“Pepa, there’s two of us and I have had experienced taking care of Sabenita. We’ll be okay and it’s only overnight. Rita said she will be here first thing in the morning to pick up her daughter.”
Pepa didn’t look convinced. She took one more look at the baby and was terrified. How embarrassing was that? Pepa had single handily took down a 10 person gang operation. She had skydived off cliffs thousands of time but it was a single baby that delivered her fear.
“Come on, Pepa. Help me carry the baby’s things upstairs,” Silvia motioned towards the bags at the floor. Pepa sighed over dramatically and moved towards Silvia.
“And then we finish what we started, Rojo?” Pepa sided closer to her lover and slowed in for a kiss.
Blech!
Pepa and Silvia halted. The odor of sour milk filled their nostrils as they looked between the baby and the front of Pepa’s chest. Pepa stared in disgust as she watched the white gloop soak deeper into the fabric.
Silvia burst out laughing.
PART 2