The autopsy table.....
Title: The autopsy table......
Author: bigmarianfan
Fandom: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: NC 17
A/N Ok so this scene takes place after their steamy lab scene and after curtis leaves the lab, having asked for Silvia's advise on Pepa. The idea of the body exam actuallly comes from the superbrats of all people when Aitor surrounds the bed with police tape etc... anyway, who cares about them, they are shit and Pepsi rule so here goes nothing.....
I gaze at her lovingly, still overwhelmed by the words of advice she gave to Curtis about me, that rolled off her tongue effortlessly yet summing me up in a nutshell. You think you love someone, that you cant possibly love them anymore, but this is never the case with Silvia Castro. She surprises me each day with a new and better way to love her that little bit more.
"so carino, Curtis thinks your penisaphobic, what do you have to say about that?", Silvia says as smirk gradually appears on her face.
" Well if I remember correctly, Pelliroja, I wasn’t so penisaphobic last night was I?", I reply while flashbacks from last night of Silvia fucking me with a strap on, cloud my mind and vision.
We lock eyes and I can tell her mind has drifted back to last night aswell, because either the lights in the lab have dimmed or her eyes have gone a darker shade of brown. I prop myself up on the cool steel of the autopsy table as she steps forward and closes the gap between us, her hungry eyes roaming over my fully clad body. She moves her hands to my shoulders and applies pressure to them, silently persuading me to lie back down.
"Stay right where you are Pepa, I want to play a game" . Her demanding tone as always turns me on more than I would like to admit as I feel the familiar rush of blood descend my body.
She begins removing my boots, carelessly throwing them on the lab floor. If I had known she was ready for round two, I wouldn't have bothered putting them back on in the first place.
She then unbuttons my jeans, and starts tugging at them, so I lift my hips up to help her remove them and she throws them in the same direction as my boots.
"Shit Silvia, this table is cold, my ass is going numb", I protest as my nearly naked lower half comes in to contact with cold steel for the first time.
She just shrugs her shoulders as she begins to remove my vest and then grasps on to the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my reluctantly outstretched arms. I shiver involuntarily as my whole body is now touching the table bar the few lucky inches covered by my bra and thong.
Silvia disappears out of sight momentarily as she rummages around, trying to find something. She returns with the gadget in her hand, her dictaphone. If there is one thing that woman is never without, its her dictaphone. That stupid instrument gets more attention from her hands than I do!
"The victim has no visible signs of external injuries, but a manual examination of the body should reveal any broken bones or fractures", she says in her serious, professional voice as she places the dictaphone on the table. She then begins to massage my left foot ever so gently before smoothing her hands up my calf, towards my knee, up my thigh..
"Sil…", I whimper as I feel the heat gathering in between my legs and a wetness building.
"No speaking Pepa", she barks at me before repeating the same process on my right leg and stopping short of what I am dying for her to touch.
Her hands make their way to my abdomen then slide up my ribcage and reach between my back to undo my bra as I lean up a little to help her along with the process. Her eyes feast hungrily on my fully exposed chest, and her hands resume their position on the top of my ribcage before they gently begin to palm my breasts, causing a moan to escape my mouth as I tried to arch in to her touch.
She pulls her hands away and puts a pointer to her lips, signalling for me to be silent.
I nod my head frantically and let her continue with her examination.
Once again those warm hands make contact with my breasts and fingers start to tease my taught nipples, which continue hardening as my arousal becomes unbearable. Her hands leave my breasts and make their way to my shoulders before gliding down my arms to my fingertips.
As I feel her warm hands leave my body, a whimper escapes my mouth, but thank god she didn’t hear it.
"A manual examination of the victim shows no external injuries whatsoever. In order to determine the cause of death, an internal examination will need to be performed. ", she says, still not losing her composure although I think I heard her breath hitch.
As I hear those words, a new wave of wetness forms between my legs and I know I wont be able to remain still for much longer. I need her inside me know.
She pulls out a pair of new lab gloves and slips one on her right hand. She moves her hand slowly up my inner thigh, pushes my sodden thong to one side and glides through abundant wetness before she reaches my centre. Her fingers gently circle my opening and I buck my hips in a desperate attempt to feel her inside me but she pins my hips down to the table and continues her gentle ministrations. She slowly slips a finger inside me and gradually pushes it in as deep as it will go.
"Fuck, silviaaaaa", I scream, unable to restrain my voice now.
She adds her other finger and starts to move them in and out slowly at first but increases the speed until she is thrusting deep in to me, with her rubber clad fingers, using all the force she can muster in her arm to drive me over the edge. Her gloved hand feels different, a bit like a condom, but it slides in to me with ease meaning she is thrusting deeper than she has ever gone before, or at least that’s how it feels to me.
Finally her thumb comes in to play and starts flicking my clit and I bite down hard on my lip to suppress the scream that tries to escape from my mouth as I finally feel the sweet release of an orgasm taking over my body, causing muscles to spasm and shiver involuntarily and my walls to clench around Silvia's fingers.
I lie , paralysed on the cold table, shivering as the sweat on my body begins to cool.
Silvia chuckles to herself, then bends down and plants a tender, soft kiss on my trembling lips.
She then picks up the dictaphone and concludes with, " An internal examination has revealed that the victim feels just as good on the inside as she does on the outside".
As soon as she finishes that sentence, we hear someone making their way to the lab, so I jump off the table and attempt to redress myself as best as possible.
There's a knock on the door before I hear the familiar voice of Don Lorenzo, "Silvia, we have the nuns body, are you ready to carry out the autopsy?"
"Si, Papa, just give me one second , I need to find my… my scalpel", she says as I put on my vest and attempt to compose myself .
Don Lorenzo enters with the body and I take that as my cue to leave. He glares at me on the way out, hating the fact I always distract his little girl.
Silvia suddenly realises she still has the glove on, she used to finger Pepa and it is glistening with her arousal. She makes an excuse to DL about needing the loo and scampers off.
Dl walks across the lab and picks up the dictaphone lying on the side. He rewinds it, so he can hear what Silvia found out on her last autopsy and press's play……….
Author: bigmarianfan
Fandom: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: NC 17
A/N Ok so this scene takes place after their steamy lab scene and after curtis leaves the lab, having asked for Silvia's advise on Pepa. The idea of the body exam actuallly comes from the superbrats of all people when Aitor surrounds the bed with police tape etc... anyway, who cares about them, they are shit and Pepsi rule so here goes nothing.....
I gaze at her lovingly, still overwhelmed by the words of advice she gave to Curtis about me, that rolled off her tongue effortlessly yet summing me up in a nutshell. You think you love someone, that you cant possibly love them anymore, but this is never the case with Silvia Castro. She surprises me each day with a new and better way to love her that little bit more.
"so carino, Curtis thinks your penisaphobic, what do you have to say about that?", Silvia says as smirk gradually appears on her face.
" Well if I remember correctly, Pelliroja, I wasn’t so penisaphobic last night was I?", I reply while flashbacks from last night of Silvia fucking me with a strap on, cloud my mind and vision.
We lock eyes and I can tell her mind has drifted back to last night aswell, because either the lights in the lab have dimmed or her eyes have gone a darker shade of brown. I prop myself up on the cool steel of the autopsy table as she steps forward and closes the gap between us, her hungry eyes roaming over my fully clad body. She moves her hands to my shoulders and applies pressure to them, silently persuading me to lie back down.
"Stay right where you are Pepa, I want to play a game" . Her demanding tone as always turns me on more than I would like to admit as I feel the familiar rush of blood descend my body.
She begins removing my boots, carelessly throwing them on the lab floor. If I had known she was ready for round two, I wouldn't have bothered putting them back on in the first place.
She then unbuttons my jeans, and starts tugging at them, so I lift my hips up to help her remove them and she throws them in the same direction as my boots.
"Shit Silvia, this table is cold, my ass is going numb", I protest as my nearly naked lower half comes in to contact with cold steel for the first time.
She just shrugs her shoulders as she begins to remove my vest and then grasps on to the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my reluctantly outstretched arms. I shiver involuntarily as my whole body is now touching the table bar the few lucky inches covered by my bra and thong.
Silvia disappears out of sight momentarily as she rummages around, trying to find something. She returns with the gadget in her hand, her dictaphone. If there is one thing that woman is never without, its her dictaphone. That stupid instrument gets more attention from her hands than I do!
"The victim has no visible signs of external injuries, but a manual examination of the body should reveal any broken bones or fractures", she says in her serious, professional voice as she places the dictaphone on the table. She then begins to massage my left foot ever so gently before smoothing her hands up my calf, towards my knee, up my thigh..
"Sil…", I whimper as I feel the heat gathering in between my legs and a wetness building.
"No speaking Pepa", she barks at me before repeating the same process on my right leg and stopping short of what I am dying for her to touch.
Her hands make their way to my abdomen then slide up my ribcage and reach between my back to undo my bra as I lean up a little to help her along with the process. Her eyes feast hungrily on my fully exposed chest, and her hands resume their position on the top of my ribcage before they gently begin to palm my breasts, causing a moan to escape my mouth as I tried to arch in to her touch.
She pulls her hands away and puts a pointer to her lips, signalling for me to be silent.
I nod my head frantically and let her continue with her examination.
Once again those warm hands make contact with my breasts and fingers start to tease my taught nipples, which continue hardening as my arousal becomes unbearable. Her hands leave my breasts and make their way to my shoulders before gliding down my arms to my fingertips.
As I feel her warm hands leave my body, a whimper escapes my mouth, but thank god she didn’t hear it.
"A manual examination of the victim shows no external injuries whatsoever. In order to determine the cause of death, an internal examination will need to be performed. ", she says, still not losing her composure although I think I heard her breath hitch.
As I hear those words, a new wave of wetness forms between my legs and I know I wont be able to remain still for much longer. I need her inside me know.
She pulls out a pair of new lab gloves and slips one on her right hand. She moves her hand slowly up my inner thigh, pushes my sodden thong to one side and glides through abundant wetness before she reaches my centre. Her fingers gently circle my opening and I buck my hips in a desperate attempt to feel her inside me but she pins my hips down to the table and continues her gentle ministrations. She slowly slips a finger inside me and gradually pushes it in as deep as it will go.
"Fuck, silviaaaaa", I scream, unable to restrain my voice now.
She adds her other finger and starts to move them in and out slowly at first but increases the speed until she is thrusting deep in to me, with her rubber clad fingers, using all the force she can muster in her arm to drive me over the edge. Her gloved hand feels different, a bit like a condom, but it slides in to me with ease meaning she is thrusting deeper than she has ever gone before, or at least that’s how it feels to me.
Finally her thumb comes in to play and starts flicking my clit and I bite down hard on my lip to suppress the scream that tries to escape from my mouth as I finally feel the sweet release of an orgasm taking over my body, causing muscles to spasm and shiver involuntarily and my walls to clench around Silvia's fingers.
I lie , paralysed on the cold table, shivering as the sweat on my body begins to cool.
Silvia chuckles to herself, then bends down and plants a tender, soft kiss on my trembling lips.
She then picks up the dictaphone and concludes with, " An internal examination has revealed that the victim feels just as good on the inside as she does on the outside".
As soon as she finishes that sentence, we hear someone making their way to the lab, so I jump off the table and attempt to redress myself as best as possible.
There's a knock on the door before I hear the familiar voice of Don Lorenzo, "Silvia, we have the nuns body, are you ready to carry out the autopsy?"
"Si, Papa, just give me one second , I need to find my… my scalpel", she says as I put on my vest and attempt to compose myself .
Don Lorenzo enters with the body and I take that as my cue to leave. He glares at me on the way out, hating the fact I always distract his little girl.
Silvia suddenly realises she still has the glove on, she used to finger Pepa and it is glistening with her arousal. She makes an excuse to DL about needing the loo and scampers off.
Dl walks across the lab and picks up the dictaphone lying on the side. He rewinds it, so he can hear what Silvia found out on her last autopsy and press's play……….