The Importance of Sex and Pancakes, Chapter 3
Title: The Importance of Sex and Pancakes
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Soooo...is this what you're all waiting for? Well then, let's start off the week with a bang - why not! I of course mean that in every sense of the word. :) And please, I'm begging you, don't read this at work (this means you, lenageek !). I'd rather not get any of you fired. Okay, here goes. And let's just recap - this was totally my muse running rampant.
Read Chapter 1 here
Read Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3
They enjoyed a quiet dinner. There was no one crying for their attention, there were no calls from the precinct, and they simply sat together and talked. Silvia reached across the table several times to touch Pepa’s hand and compliment her on how nice the house looked and how good the food was. Pepa smiled, delighted that Silvia was enjoying herself, and that for the moment they weren’t bickering or running in five different directions at once. Silvia told Pepa about a couple of the cases she was working on, and Pepa detailed how slow things were down in the bullpen at the moment, and the various ways she and Curtis and Kike devised to torture the new recruits. Silvia shook her head and laughed. It was a sound Pepa hadn’t heard in a while, and she loved it.
When they had finished eating, Silvia offered to help Pepa clean up.
“You mean,” Pepa asked cautiously, “Before we pick up Maya?”
Silvia pretended to think for a moment. “Mmmm, maybe it’s okay if she stays with Rita for the night.” She leaned up to kiss Pepa’s cheek. “There’s got to be something else we could do.”
“In that case,” Pepa said, not able to suppress a grin, “I’ll take care of the dishes. Why don’t you go into the living room and see if there’s a movie on or something for a little bit?”
“Are you sure?” Silvia asked. Pepa rolled her eyes because she knew exactly what was behind her wife’s question.
“Yes, sweetheart. I promise to put everything back where it belongs. Now go.”
Silvia went.
As Pepa began clearing the dishes and take-out containers, Silvia sank down on the couch in the living room, finding an old black and white movie on TV that she was fond of. Satisfied that she was occupied, Pepa set about cleaning up the kitchen, trying her hardest to keep things neat and orderly. The last thing she needed was for Silvia to get indignant that some dish wasn’t in the right place or washed properly. Things were going in the right direction. She didn’t want to ruin it.
Fifteen minutes later, Pepa was confident she did a pretty good job. At least good enough to keep until morning. By that time, she was hoping that Silvia would be in such a good mood that she wouldn’t care if the colander wasn’t in its rightful place.
And Pepa planned for Silvia to be in a very good mood.
She made her way into the living room and slid onto the couch beside her wife. Silvia turned and smiled at her and nestled against her. Pepa wrapped her arms around her and pressed her nose into the mane of red hair, inhaling the faintly vanilla scent of her shampoo.
“Haven’t you seen this movie a million times?” she murmured, dropping her mouth to slowly trace the shell of Silvia’s ear.
“I like it,” Silvia explained, tilting her head ever so slightly at Pepa’s light touch, but otherwise continuing to watch the screen in front of them. Pepa frowned slightly, but continued.
“Hmmmm. I can think of a few other things you like,” she said, running her finger tips up Silvia’s arm to her shoulder and back again. Silvia squirmed.
“Pepa, come on,” she chastised. “You sent me in here to watch TV, and it’s almost over. I want to see the end.”
Pepa narrowed her eyes and was about to protest when she actually glanced at Silva. And while her wife was still staring straight ahead, she could clearly see the smirk on her face.
Pepa’s lips quirked. So that’s how the redhead wanted to play. Fine then.
Her eyes swept over her wife, considering her, and then Pepa shifted and leaned in front of her, pressing soft kisses to her neck. And then she continued downward, carefully following the vee of the dress with her mouth. When she reached the bottom, she nipped at the black material and pulled slightly, letting her warm breath puff across Silvia’s skin.
Pepa pulled back. She noted that Silvia’s chest was rising and falling at a slightly more rapid pace, but other than that, she gave off the air of being immune to Pepa’s actions. But that was perfectly fine with Pepa. She liked a challenge.
And so she moved off the couch and turned, coming to kneel in front of Silvia. She saw her wife’s eyes flick at her for the briefest of seconds, and then returned to the movie. But Pepa did not miss when Silvia’s right hand, which had been resting relaxed in her lap, all of a sudden pressed hard into the couch cushion at her side.
Pepa hid a smile. And then she reached up, her fingers tracing pale shoulders before she let her palms smooth down the two strips of fabric of the halter top, making sure to do so slowly, but only briefly cupping Silvia’s breasts before continuing her trail downward, over her ribs, landing on her hips.
By the light of the television, she could clearly see the good bumps standing out on Silvia’s arms, but the only verbal response she got was,
“Pepa, I really can’t see very well over your head.”
Pepa hid another smile. “So sorry,” she apologized, rocking backward. “How’s this?”
“Much better, thank you.”
Pepa studied her options in front of her. And after a moment or two, and a wicked grin which she was sure Silvia didn’t miss, she began to execute her plan.
She reached down and pulled each of Silvia’s feet into her lap, divesting them in turn of their red heels. She carefully massaged each foot, kneading the tension out of them. When Silvia wriggled her toes, a sure sign that she was happy, Pepa drew up her right leg so she could place a kiss on the inside of her ankle. Another kiss followed at the bottom of her calf. And then another, slightly higher. She kissed her way up the inside of Silvia’s lower leg, the inside of her knee, until she reached the hemline of the dress. She stopped just as her mouth met the sensitive skin of Silvia’s thigh.
She glanced up. Silvia’s hand on the couch was now balled into a fist.
Pepa lowered Silvia’s right leg back to the floor and proceeded to assault her left leg with the same treatment. This time when Pepa reached the barrier of the dress, Silvia slid forward toward the edge of her couch, almost imperceptibly, and then stopped.
God, her redhead was stubborn. She was going to make Pepa work.
But if there was anything she’d gotten really good at in the last ten months, it was working.
And so Pepa slid both her hands slowly underneath the hem of the dress, making her way up inch by inch over Silvia’s thighs, smooth skin under her palms, silky material gliding over the backs of her hands. She did not stop until she reached her wife’s hips and the thin fabric encircling them. Her fingers traced the material before they hooked into it.
“Lift, Silvia,” she instructed softly, and Silvia’s hips lifted, enough for Pepa to draw the scrap of material down. She pulled it over her knees and down her legs, where she saw immediately it was her favorite thong of Silvia’s, the red lace one, the one that usually made her mouth go dry when she saw Silvia in it.
Jesus.
Pepa was trying to stay focused, but a jolt of desire nearly undid her, and she had to fight the sudden urge to simply throw herself at the redhead above her. But she swallowed hard, and managed to drop the thong at her side. Once again she smoothed her palms over Silvia’s knees.
She glanced up one more time, but though Pepa could feel a tremor running through her wife and she was clearly breathing more rapidly, her eyes remained resolutely straight ahead, still focused on the TV. Pepa wondered if she was actually aware of anything that was happening on screen.
If she was, it wasn’t going to be for long if Pepa had anything to do with it. She leaned forward.
This time when Pepa reached the hem of the dress, she grasped the material in her hands, and began inching upward. Her progress was slow, mostly because she felt the need to kiss every newly exposed bit of skin, her mouth traveling carefully over the sensitive flesh of Silvia’s inner thighs. She heard Silvia sigh, and this time she did not have to tell her wife anything when she could no longer move the dress upward. Silvia’s hips lifted of their own accord for Pepa to push the rest of the material out of her way, and Pepa rocked back to take in the sight before her - Silvia with her dress bunched around her hips, hands gripping the couch cushions, and her legs parted to reveal the soft thatch of hair at their apex. And when she looked higher, there were Silvia’s eyes, clearly focused on her.
Pepa met her gaze. “I thought you were watching the movie?”
Silvia’s chest rose and fell with the breath Pepa could see she was trying to control.
“Commercial,” she explained, her voice strained.
“Ah,” Pepa acknowledged as she rose back up between Silvia’s knees, “Well, I’ll see what I can do in the time allowed then.”
And she heard Silvia’s audible gasp as she grasped her hips and tugged her forward, dropping her mouth once again to her inner thigh, tracing patterns with her tongue. She moved higher still until she could slide her tongue along the warm skin at the juncture of her leg and hip. Silvia’s legs were shaking and her hands came up to tangle in Pepa’s hair.
“Oh, God, Pepa...please.”
Pepa looked up into dark brown eyes. And while they were now slightly unfocused, there was a look there she hadn’t seen for months - the one that held love and trust, certainly, but also unchecked desire.
Pepa leaned up to kiss her. “Tell me what you want, Princess. I’ll do anything you want.”
Silvia’s mouth was greedy against hers. “I want you. I want your mouth right here.”
Pepa watched as Silvia disengaged her right hand from Pepa’s hair, and slipped a single finger between her own legs. She whimpered, her hips lifting. Pepa’s breath caught as she felt an answering reaction in her own body, and she grasped Silvia’s hand, pulling it away gently.
She lifted the finger into her mouth, tracing the pad, tasting. Silvia watched her, her own mouth open and panting.
Pepa released the digit.
“Let me take care of that, okay?” she said. Silvia nodded, brushing Pepa’s damp hair away from her face. There was another soft gasp as the redhead strained for contact against Pepa.
“Now, Pepa, please, right now.”
“Yeah, Pelirroja, right now.”
One more slow kiss and then Pepa bent once more, at last pressing her mouth to Silvia’s very center. Silvia’s hips immediately lifted against her as she groaned, and Pepa had to reach out to gently guide them back down. She licked slowly but lightly, inhaling the scent of her wife, wondering how she’d gone without this for so long.
Despite Pepa’s delicate touch, Silvia nearly twisted in her hold each time Pepa’s tongue pushed against her. Her small sounds of pleasure mingled with the brunette’s, and Pepa had no idea if the moan she heard was Silvia’s or her own when, moments later, she let go of the redhead’s hip to slip just one finger inside her.
“Tell me, Princess. Like this?” she whispered, looking up, her finger sliding through softness, through heat.
Silvia trembled. “Yeah,” she nodded, her eyes opening and finding Pepa’s, her hands cupping her face before again threading through her dark hair. “Just like that. Pepa….”
Pepa nodded, feeling nearly drunk on the sound of her wife’s voice filled with need, and the knowledge that she wanted Pepa to fulfill it; that she was the only one who could. She wanted to give Silvia everything. All at once. But still, she intended to take it slow. They had all night, and she wanted to make it last.
But when Pepa withdrew her finger to once again lower her mouth to Silvia, both to tease her and desperately needing to taste her again, her wife proved to be way ahead of her. Because as Pepa closed her mouth over Silvia’s most sensitive flesh, the redhead hissed, her fingers tightening in Pepa’s hair. She hadn’t heard it in months, but it was a sound the brunette knew well.
So Pepa quickly adjusted her plan. She pressed her tongue against her a second time, harder, and Silvia’s hips lifted again despite Pepa’s hold, muscles tensing, a whine coming from low in her throat. Pepa smiled at the nearly incoherent words she heard above her and the insistent fingers tugging at her shoulders, pulling her closer.
“Pe…ri…there…more…plea….”
Pepa smoothed her palms once more over Silvia’s thighs, felt the muscles coiled under her hand, knowing exactly how close her wife was. And so she stroked her tongue against Silvia deliberately, no longer teasing, giving Silvia exactly what she wanted, and she moaned when a surprising tremor rocked her own body. She was nearly helpless with wanting. But she could not think about it, there was no time. There was only time for one last touch, one last taste before Silvia’s hips jerked hard and the redhead’s voice filled the room.
“Oh, my…yeeeeeeeessss…Pepa!” the brunette heard as her wife came undone, her words laced with best kind of relief. Pepa, breathing hard, looked up in time to see Silvia’s eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss, breath catching, her mouth open as she arched upward. She was beautiful.
Pepa lifted off her knees and onto the couch, gathered Silvia in her arms, holding her. Still shaking, Silvia’s arms slid around her and her head tucked under Pepa’s chin. Pepa could feel her breathing against her neck.
At last the tremors subsided, and Silvia lay quietly curled against her. Pepa stroked her hair.
Silvia slowly pulled back and looked up at her. She kissed her softly and then took her hands in her own and squeezed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Pepa’s eyebrows furrowed. “For what? I barely touched you. But wow, I feel like a rock star right now.”
Silvia’s mouth lifted in a smile. “Not about that. That was fucking incredible.”
Pepa couldn’t keep the satisfied smile off her face. “Then what?”
Silvia’s expression was serious. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant lately. I’m sorry there’s been no time for us. I’m sorry-”
“Hey,” Pepa said, reaching up to lay a finger across Silvia’s lips. “None of that. That’s not what tonight is about. It’s both our faults, but we’re not going to play the blame game. There’s time to talk later. Tonight, we’re going to enjoy each other. Okay?”
Silvia considered her, and then nodded solemnly. She kissed Pepa’s finger still against her lips.
“Okay.”
She paused, and her eyes traveled over Pepa. “In that case…I know I’ve enjoyed myself so far. But I’m not sure about you…” she mused, and leaned in for a kiss. “Have you enjoyed yourself, Pepa?” she murmured against her lips.
Surprisingly, Pepa had managed to push aside the insistent humming of her own body moments ago so she could concentrate on Silvia. But Silvia’s words and the low timbre of her voice suddenly reminded her how much she wanted the woman sitting next to her.
Pepa’s fingers traveled down Silvia’s arm.
“I really enjoyed watching what I could do to you,” she told her. “Holding you, tasting you, it was amazing.” She bit her lip as the memories of only a few minutes ago made her shiver.
“But….?” Silvia prompted, dropping kisses along her jaw.
Pepa leaned her forehead against hers.
“But I want you to touch me, Silvia. Make love to me.”
Silvia reached up to touch her cheek. She kissed her and then nodded.
“Come with me,” she said, taking Pepa by the hand and standing up. She briefly picked up the remote to turn off the long-forgotten movie.
The humming inside Pepa increased to a dull roar as she followed Silvia to their bedroom.