FIC: Precipitate [LHDP/HC Crossover] 2/?
Title: Precipitate
Crossover: Los Hombres de Paco/Hospital Central
Pairing: Vero/Pepa/Maca
Spoilers: spoilers for season 8 finale of LHDP and season 15 of HC
Rating: PG-13 (includes somewhat ~tame~ sexual content)
Disclaimer: Not my shows, not my characters blah blah blah
Summary: Inside, your cover's always blown...
Beta/Previewers: awaltzforanight ♥ and derevko_child ♥
Author's Note: Part two. Part one here.
Pepa: Inside, your cover's always blown.
~
I pace myself. I move in slow to see how she will react. I tease her clit further. She seems annoyed by this, although at the same time, she gives me this look of delight. She pinches my skin while making this nettled sound to signal me to stop baiting her and move on to fucking. Finally I go for her cunt. Without warning I thrust my hand deep and can see the mix look of pain and pleasure on her face. She moans freely.
"You do realize I cannot be your therapist anymore.", she says under her breath. "From the moment I let you in...", she continues but I stop her.
"Vero. This is not the time to talk. We have your office for that.", I interrupted while shooting her a recognizable tiny smirk. A faint evidence of emotion.
A look of surprise and astonishment form on her face. I knew I broke the silence but I maintained control. Before she can say anything I pull her close to me and simultaneously plunged my hand deeper. Now, both lips were locked.
~
I see her face every day. Even here, in this crowded room; in this all-too familiar place. Across this same room, I catch sight of her old desk. It's not hers anymore.
Still. I see her there.
I always see her.
I insisted to come back even though he felt I wasn't ready. After continuous rounds of kicking and screaming, he finally gave in and reinstated me to a desk job. But in exchange, I had to meet with a specialist, he said. I reluctantly agreed. That didn't matter. I am just trying to seek some normalcy. Work is the only thing that feels normal now.
I check my watch. It is almost time for my third session with the specialist. I don't know what the Don has told her or what she has told him, but I see no point in any of this. I don't want to talk, I just want to be left alone and do my job again. I have to find that motherfucker. I need to do my job again.
Coincidentally, I see him come in. I imagine we will replay the same argument. Sitting on this desk all day has been enough torture, so I start to leave. He spots me and signals me to come closer. I cannot stay, so I pretend not see him.
~
Ten past two, I sit here in her office waiting. Slightly tensed. I don't appreciate being idle.
I spy her talking on the phone outside through the tiny crack in the doorway. The words are incomprehensible, but she appears vexed. She paces as she continues with the call.
I carry on with my own thoughts. I am well aware that these sessions with her have not progressed in any way and that I have exhausted her patience. But she remains attentive and shows no disappointment. She just waits. And I will continue to make her wait. Talking about it will not change anything. She is gone.
Doctor Vero Solé ultimately enters the room. She has regained composure and shows no hint of distress from her prior phone call. She closes the door and acknowledges my presence. I nod in return. I watch her glide through the room with loose confidence. I notice how the light makes her long blonde hair glow. This somehow reminded me of her. Only hers was intense red.
"Pepa. I'm so glad to see you here. I apologize for the slight delay but that was my boss...", she finally starts; only to trail off muttering something that I couldn't understand. "I hope you're ready to talk today.”, she resumes as she sits down then combs through her golden locks while picking up her notes. I never noticed this before but there was something mystifying about this delicate motion.
Unaware, she was looking at me pointedly waiting for some form of recognition. I release a sigh then glance back at her. I watch her mouth move but I hear nothing. She shakes her head. I'm left in a daze.
"Pepa?"
A pause. She waits.
"Do you want to talk about Silvia?", then she suddenly asks.
It felt like a snap back into reality. Everything just poured in with that one word. For a second everything flashes back to when I was eighteen, with the ridiculous punk outfit while dancing with a certain redhead. And later stealing a kiss, which she readily reciprocates. It then flashes forward to that dreaded day when all white turned to red. Rage is now settling in.
She was about to speak again when a knock interrupts the already strained conclave. In comes a woman in a white coat-- another doctor. Except there’s something different about her. She gives off a demeanor of authority. She seems slightly disheveled but remains unfazed by my being there. She is also undeniably gorgeous. I sense the tension rising as she lets herself in.
"Maca! I told you I'm with a patient right now." Vero snipes without restrain. This is the boss she mentioned earlier?
"I'm sorry, but this cannot wait. I need to talk with you now." the woman called Maca fires back. She then looks at me and says, "I do apologize for barging in but this is regarding important hospital matters. Dr. Solé will extend your session if needed."
Vero is fuming but she concedes and mouths an apology to me as she walks out with her boss. I remain unperturbed but mostly engrossed by what I have seen. This one moment brought me a sense of calm and for a second, I forgot what was really there. I felt as though there is something more to this than hospital staff altercations. And I had to see it for myself. I instinctively stand and head towards the door and have it slightly opened in order to survey them.
In a corner they stand, trying to be civil but you can sense the conversation appears strained from the beginning. It quickly escalates into the physical. Maca tries touching Vero's arm but she pulls away. I could see the disconcerted look on Vero's face. She must be hurting.
With that, I close the door and return to my seat and into my own world again. That all-too familiar feeling is beginning to manifest itself.
Crossover: Los Hombres de Paco/Hospital Central
Pairing: Vero/Pepa/Maca
Spoilers: spoilers for season 8 finale of LHDP and season 15 of HC
Rating: PG-13 (includes somewhat ~tame~ sexual content)
Disclaimer: Not my shows, not my characters blah blah blah
Summary: Inside, your cover's always blown...
Beta/Previewers: awaltzforanight ♥ and derevko_child ♥
Author's Note: Part two. Part one here.
Pepa: Inside, your cover's always blown.
~
I pace myself. I move in slow to see how she will react. I tease her clit further. She seems annoyed by this, although at the same time, she gives me this look of delight. She pinches my skin while making this nettled sound to signal me to stop baiting her and move on to fucking. Finally I go for her cunt. Without warning I thrust my hand deep and can see the mix look of pain and pleasure on her face. She moans freely.
"You do realize I cannot be your therapist anymore.", she says under her breath. "From the moment I let you in...", she continues but I stop her.
"Vero. This is not the time to talk. We have your office for that.", I interrupted while shooting her a recognizable tiny smirk. A faint evidence of emotion.
A look of surprise and astonishment form on her face. I knew I broke the silence but I maintained control. Before she can say anything I pull her close to me and simultaneously plunged my hand deeper. Now, both lips were locked.
~
I see her face every day. Even here, in this crowded room; in this all-too familiar place. Across this same room, I catch sight of her old desk. It's not hers anymore.
Still. I see her there.
I always see her.
I insisted to come back even though he felt I wasn't ready. After continuous rounds of kicking and screaming, he finally gave in and reinstated me to a desk job. But in exchange, I had to meet with a specialist, he said. I reluctantly agreed. That didn't matter. I am just trying to seek some normalcy. Work is the only thing that feels normal now.
I check my watch. It is almost time for my third session with the specialist. I don't know what the Don has told her or what she has told him, but I see no point in any of this. I don't want to talk, I just want to be left alone and do my job again. I have to find that motherfucker. I need to do my job again.
Coincidentally, I see him come in. I imagine we will replay the same argument. Sitting on this desk all day has been enough torture, so I start to leave. He spots me and signals me to come closer. I cannot stay, so I pretend not see him.
~
Ten past two, I sit here in her office waiting. Slightly tensed. I don't appreciate being idle.
I spy her talking on the phone outside through the tiny crack in the doorway. The words are incomprehensible, but she appears vexed. She paces as she continues with the call.
I carry on with my own thoughts. I am well aware that these sessions with her have not progressed in any way and that I have exhausted her patience. But she remains attentive and shows no disappointment. She just waits. And I will continue to make her wait. Talking about it will not change anything. She is gone.
Doctor Vero Solé ultimately enters the room. She has regained composure and shows no hint of distress from her prior phone call. She closes the door and acknowledges my presence. I nod in return. I watch her glide through the room with loose confidence. I notice how the light makes her long blonde hair glow. This somehow reminded me of her. Only hers was intense red.
"Pepa. I'm so glad to see you here. I apologize for the slight delay but that was my boss...", she finally starts; only to trail off muttering something that I couldn't understand. "I hope you're ready to talk today.”, she resumes as she sits down then combs through her golden locks while picking up her notes. I never noticed this before but there was something mystifying about this delicate motion.
Unaware, she was looking at me pointedly waiting for some form of recognition. I release a sigh then glance back at her. I watch her mouth move but I hear nothing. She shakes her head. I'm left in a daze.
"Pepa?"
A pause. She waits.
"Do you want to talk about Silvia?", then she suddenly asks.
It felt like a snap back into reality. Everything just poured in with that one word. For a second everything flashes back to when I was eighteen, with the ridiculous punk outfit while dancing with a certain redhead. And later stealing a kiss, which she readily reciprocates. It then flashes forward to that dreaded day when all white turned to red. Rage is now settling in.
She was about to speak again when a knock interrupts the already strained conclave. In comes a woman in a white coat-- another doctor. Except there’s something different about her. She gives off a demeanor of authority. She seems slightly disheveled but remains unfazed by my being there. She is also undeniably gorgeous. I sense the tension rising as she lets herself in.
"Maca! I told you I'm with a patient right now." Vero snipes without restrain. This is the boss she mentioned earlier?
"I'm sorry, but this cannot wait. I need to talk with you now." the woman called Maca fires back. She then looks at me and says, "I do apologize for barging in but this is regarding important hospital matters. Dr. Solé will extend your session if needed."
Vero is fuming but she concedes and mouths an apology to me as she walks out with her boss. I remain unperturbed but mostly engrossed by what I have seen. This one moment brought me a sense of calm and for a second, I forgot what was really there. I felt as though there is something more to this than hospital staff altercations. And I had to see it for myself. I instinctively stand and head towards the door and have it slightly opened in order to survey them.
In a corner they stand, trying to be civil but you can sense the conversation appears strained from the beginning. It quickly escalates into the physical. Maca tries touching Vero's arm but she pulls away. I could see the disconcerted look on Vero's face. She must be hurting.
With that, I close the door and return to my seat and into my own world again. That all-too familiar feeling is beginning to manifest itself.