Fanfiction - LHDP - Since we've been together 3/?
Title: since we've been together 3/?
Show: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
A/N: This is the sequel of ‘My girl - Alternative ending’ . Probably the chapters will be short and kinda slow….they can’t always have an exciting life (especially since I can’t write smut, sorry *ducks head*), but if you are interested to see what could have happened if they run away….here it is, their life, since they’ve been together.
An enormous thank to lovelyafterglow for the support, the help and the title, without her this story wouldn’t exist.
I'm having trouble with my pc, the uni but especially with this story....anyway, hope you enjoy this little chapter
“Really, don’t you think you are exaggerating?”
“Have you seen how she looked at us?” Pepa retorts.
“Normally?” Silvia rhetorically asks.
Pepa glares at her.
“Honey, she is just a cute old lady and like every old lady she is curious. I really don’t see her as a spy.”
Silvia gently pushes Pepa on the bed and puts her hands on her shoulder, standing between her legs. “You are a bit edgy, today, eh?”
“Maybe,” Pepa admits shyly, hugging her waist.
Silvia strokes her hair. “Why don’t we put our pajamas on and you tell me what you were talking about before your friend appeared?”
Pepa nods with her head on Silvia’s stomach.
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“So.”
“So,” repeats Pepa, her fingers skimming Silvia’s bare arm.
“Pepa.”
“Uh?” She is now exploring her neck.
Silvia puts her hand on Pepa’s. “Talk.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do I need to change?” Silvia asks, hearing the not very convinced response.
“No!” hurriedly Pepa tackles her, preventing her to get up. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
“Sure,” Silvia chuckles, but gets comfortable in Pepa’s arms. “So?”
“So.”
“Pepa,” she drawls menacing.
“Sorry, yes. I’ve been looking at Estate magazine”
“And?”
“I’ve eliminated the ones too big or too expensive, but tomorrow we should start checking them and maybe,” she yawns, “pick up other magazines.” She yawns again.
“Sleep.”
“Uh?”
“Tomorrow is going to be a big day, right?”
“Uh, uh.” Pepa nods tiredly.
“Then I want you at your best.”
“I’m always the best,” Pepa murmurs closing her eyes.
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Silvia opens the door of the bathroom and steps in the room.
“You’re here!” She launches herself at Pepa.
“Good morning to you too, princesa,” the brunette returns the hug, laughing, but turns serious when she feels Silvia trembling in her arms “Eh, what’s up?”
Silvia mumbles mutters something unintelligible.
“Dream? You had a bad dream?” Pepa tries to understand, starting from the only word she picked up.
“No,” Silvia shakes her head, while Pepa leads her to the bed. “I thought it was a dream. You weren’t here. When I woke up you were never there.”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me in the morning…and we didn’t want your father to see me,” Pepa says, realizing the problem. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, you know…to celebrate the first day of our life.”
“The first day of our life,” repeats Silvia, recovering.
“Yes,” Pepa confirms, smiling. “Are you hungry?”
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“What do you think?”
“Seventh floor without lift?” Pepa looks at her quizzically.
“So, no or maybe?”
“Maybe.”
Silvia writes that down.
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Pepa and Silvia look at each other. “The bed,” they say together.
“Not that I mind a twin…but maybe a double would be better…for when you don’t want to be near to me.”
Silvia snorts, “I don’t think it will ever happen…but you are right, no.”
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“A big bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, a living room…I think it’s okay, no?” asks Silvia standing in front of the complex.
Pepa doesn’t answer but point to a shutter.
“What?” The redhead is confused.
“Look at the sign.”
“Disco-pub,” she reads.
“This means shouts and loud music ‘til the morning…not talking about the drunks if you come home late.”
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“No.”
“Why?” Pepa inquires curiously, since it’s the first time Silvia has expressed herself so clearly.
“Only one closet and no space for a second one…it isn’t enough for two girls.”
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“Why not? It seems perfect.” Silvia runs after Pepa.
“He’s a creep.”
“What?”
“I don’t like how he looked at you.”
“Are you joking?” she asks bewildered.
“No,” Pepa answers seriously. “If you go to pay rent…I don’t want you to be alone with that…thing,” she spats.
Silvia smiles amused: Pepa is so cute when she is jealous, she ignores millions of looks toward her, but one wrong glance at her girlfriend and she see red.
The redhead chuckles, and receives a glare from Pepa who thinks Silvia isn’t taking her seriously
“I’m flattered.”
Pepa stops abruptly. “Because that asshole was drooling all over you?” she asks a little angrily.
“No, because you are jealous even if you know that I don’t see anyone else but you.”
“Really?”
“Do you care about people ogling you?”
“No.” Pepa shrugs. “I don’t care, sometimes it irks me, but I only want you to ogle me.”
“For me it’s the same. Only the proportions are different…because for every person who looks at me, there are twenty who want you. And don’t say it’s not true,” she prevents her from denying it. “I know I have a gorgeous girlfriend, and they have to resign themselves to not having a chance because she is mine!” Silvia kisses her.
“I agree,” Pepa says smiling goofily after catching her breath.
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“Sometimes I think I should worry,” muses Silvia
“About what?”
“Your ability to lie.”
Pepa looks at her strangely.
“I’m not sure about what I want to do, so I’m taking a sabbatical year…and I thought, ‘why don’t I stay with my best friend while she studies at Sevilla?’” Silvia repeats Pepa’s previous words “If I didn’t know any better, I would believe it, too”
“Technically, I didn’t lie…I simply omitted the fact that you’re not only my best friend but also my girlfriend.” Pepa smiles, trying to win her over.
“So, you simply forgot to mention it?”
Pepa nods enthusiastically.
“First, that is not the problem, the problem is: how will I ever know if you’re lying to me if you’re so good at it?)
Pepa frowns.
“And second…you know what else you technically forgot?” Silvia mocks her. “…To ask me to be your girlfriend!” She concludes, leaving Pepa rooted in the spot.
Show: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
A/N: This is the sequel of ‘My girl - Alternative ending’ . Probably the chapters will be short and kinda slow….they can’t always have an exciting life (especially since I can’t write smut, sorry *ducks head*), but if you are interested to see what could have happened if they run away….here it is, their life, since they’ve been together.
An enormous thank to lovelyafterglow for the support, the help and the title, without her this story wouldn’t exist.
I'm having trouble with my pc, the uni but especially with this story....anyway, hope you enjoy this little chapter
“Really, don’t you think you are exaggerating?”
“Have you seen how she looked at us?” Pepa retorts.
“Normally?” Silvia rhetorically asks.
Pepa glares at her.
“Honey, she is just a cute old lady and like every old lady she is curious. I really don’t see her as a spy.”
Silvia gently pushes Pepa on the bed and puts her hands on her shoulder, standing between her legs. “You are a bit edgy, today, eh?”
“Maybe,” Pepa admits shyly, hugging her waist.
Silvia strokes her hair. “Why don’t we put our pajamas on and you tell me what you were talking about before your friend appeared?”
Pepa nods with her head on Silvia’s stomach.
-----------
“So.”
“So,” repeats Pepa, her fingers skimming Silvia’s bare arm.
“Pepa.”
“Uh?” She is now exploring her neck.
Silvia puts her hand on Pepa’s. “Talk.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do I need to change?” Silvia asks, hearing the not very convinced response.
“No!” hurriedly Pepa tackles her, preventing her to get up. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
“Sure,” Silvia chuckles, but gets comfortable in Pepa’s arms. “So?”
“So.”
“Pepa,” she drawls menacing.
“Sorry, yes. I’ve been looking at Estate magazine”
“And?”
“I’ve eliminated the ones too big or too expensive, but tomorrow we should start checking them and maybe,” she yawns, “pick up other magazines.” She yawns again.
“Sleep.”
“Uh?”
“Tomorrow is going to be a big day, right?”
“Uh, uh.” Pepa nods tiredly.
“Then I want you at your best.”
“I’m always the best,” Pepa murmurs closing her eyes.
------
Silvia opens the door of the bathroom and steps in the room.
“You’re here!” She launches herself at Pepa.
“Good morning to you too, princesa,” the brunette returns the hug, laughing, but turns serious when she feels Silvia trembling in her arms “Eh, what’s up?”
Silvia mumbles mutters something unintelligible.
“Dream? You had a bad dream?” Pepa tries to understand, starting from the only word she picked up.
“No,” Silvia shakes her head, while Pepa leads her to the bed. “I thought it was a dream. You weren’t here. When I woke up you were never there.”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me in the morning…and we didn’t want your father to see me,” Pepa says, realizing the problem. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, you know…to celebrate the first day of our life.”
“The first day of our life,” repeats Silvia, recovering.
“Yes,” Pepa confirms, smiling. “Are you hungry?”
--------------
“What do you think?”
“Seventh floor without lift?” Pepa looks at her quizzically.
“So, no or maybe?”
“Maybe.”
Silvia writes that down.
-------
Pepa and Silvia look at each other. “The bed,” they say together.
“Not that I mind a twin…but maybe a double would be better…for when you don’t want to be near to me.”
Silvia snorts, “I don’t think it will ever happen…but you are right, no.”
--------
“A big bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, a living room…I think it’s okay, no?” asks Silvia standing in front of the complex.
Pepa doesn’t answer but point to a shutter.
“What?” The redhead is confused.
“Look at the sign.”
“Disco-pub,” she reads.
“This means shouts and loud music ‘til the morning…not talking about the drunks if you come home late.”
------
“No.”
“Why?” Pepa inquires curiously, since it’s the first time Silvia has expressed herself so clearly.
“Only one closet and no space for a second one…it isn’t enough for two girls.”
-----------
“Why not? It seems perfect.” Silvia runs after Pepa.
“He’s a creep.”
“What?”
“I don’t like how he looked at you.”
“Are you joking?” she asks bewildered.
“No,” Pepa answers seriously. “If you go to pay rent…I don’t want you to be alone with that…thing,” she spats.
Silvia smiles amused: Pepa is so cute when she is jealous, she ignores millions of looks toward her, but one wrong glance at her girlfriend and she see red.
The redhead chuckles, and receives a glare from Pepa who thinks Silvia isn’t taking her seriously
“I’m flattered.”
Pepa stops abruptly. “Because that asshole was drooling all over you?” she asks a little angrily.
“No, because you are jealous even if you know that I don’t see anyone else but you.”
“Really?”
“Do you care about people ogling you?”
“No.” Pepa shrugs. “I don’t care, sometimes it irks me, but I only want you to ogle me.”
“For me it’s the same. Only the proportions are different…because for every person who looks at me, there are twenty who want you. And don’t say it’s not true,” she prevents her from denying it. “I know I have a gorgeous girlfriend, and they have to resign themselves to not having a chance because she is mine!” Silvia kisses her.
“I agree,” Pepa says smiling goofily after catching her breath.
--------------------
“Sometimes I think I should worry,” muses Silvia
“About what?”
“Your ability to lie.”
Pepa looks at her strangely.
“I’m not sure about what I want to do, so I’m taking a sabbatical year…and I thought, ‘why don’t I stay with my best friend while she studies at Sevilla?’” Silvia repeats Pepa’s previous words “If I didn’t know any better, I would believe it, too”
“Technically, I didn’t lie…I simply omitted the fact that you’re not only my best friend but also my girlfriend.” Pepa smiles, trying to win her over.
“So, you simply forgot to mention it?”
Pepa nods enthusiastically.
“First, that is not the problem, the problem is: how will I ever know if you’re lying to me if you’re so good at it?)
Pepa frowns.
“And second…you know what else you technically forgot?” Silvia mocks her. “…To ask me to be your girlfriend!” She concludes, leaving Pepa rooted in the spot.