PepSi Fanfic - Eggs and Boxes
Title: Eggs and Boxes
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: PG (as all mine are it would seem)
Description: Part of the series of short stories. Pepa's moved in and I give you just a short glance of how things could be...not quite fine and dandy. :P
N/B Whilst I am aware there is a possibility of a pelting considering how this ends, and considering I will not necessarily be continuing it from this point, I do not apologise. Please be aware I just like drama :P
“They don’t go in there.”
Pepa froze at the insistence of her partner’s tone, one hand holding her precious item, the other poised on the fridge door handle. She turned her head slowly to look at the other woman. “They’re eggs, Silvia. Eggs go in the fridge.”
“Not if you plan on using them they don’t,” the redhead smirked, “Just put them on the side.”
Pepa frowned, “I do use them. They’ve always gone in the fridge.”
Silvia looked at her uncertainly, “When are you planning to use this kitchen?”
The eggs were placed gently on the work surface before long arms wrapped around her waist as the taller woman stepped forward, pulling a sultry grin, “Those mornings when I get up to make you breakfast in bed, just for the sole fact that I love you.”
Silvia smiled, “Aww that’s sweet, Pepa,” she stated, planting a quick kiss on the lips poised in front of her, “But the eggs still don’t go in the fridge.” She smirked again as she pulled away, intent on getting the shopping into their respective places before any other activities could begin.
It had been their first food shopping trip together since Pepa had moved in two days ago. Boxes of the brunette’s belongings still scattered the living room, and whilst it drove Silvia a little crazy everytime she walked in, she knew Pepa was trying her hardest to get her stuff correctly put away instead of having to re-sort it all later.
“What do you want to do tonight?” the redhead asked, watching in satisfaction as the eggs were placed on the side rather than in the fridge. “We could rent a movie, get a take away.”
Brown eyes turned back to her, an eyebrow rising, “Anything you want to do, Princess. As long as I’m with you I’m happy,” Pepa stated earnestly.
Deciding to play, Silvia turned on a slightly more serious face, “Well great, because there’s actually this programme on autopsies I was planning to watch tonight.” She watched as Pepa’s expression dropped whilst attempting to keep the smile that no longer reached her eyes. “You don’t mind do you?”
Shaking her head in an attempt to hide her disappointment, Pepa lied, “No no, I don’t mind. Like I said, anything you want to do.”
Taking pity on the other woman, Silvia relented, bursting into a small fit of laughter before kissing her startled partner on the lips, “Thank you, Pepa. I’m kidding but thank you. Not a lot of people would sit through an entire programme of scientific babble just to keep me happy. I love you for it, but I won’t make you do it. Okay.”
Pepa blew out a noticeably relieved breathe and kissed her back, “In that case, can we watch something with a little action in it?” she saw a raised eyebrow from the woman in her arms, “Just a little. Your father has got me doing paperwork at the moment and I need a little action in my life.”
The redhead kissed her again, this time with intent and full of passion, “I can give you a little action.” She stated, before pulling her lover into the bedroom.
The pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, lit up by the glare from the TV playing a film that was no longer being watched, the two occupants having long given up on it in favour of making out on the sofa.
Pepa slowly began moving her hands onto the skin she had so far been caressing through the fabric of Silvia’s top. The redhead sighed appreciatively, but pulled back from the kiss.
“We should go to the bedroom.”
A brown eyebrow rose, “Why? I’m liking it perfectly well here.” She insisted before moving in for another kiss. Silvia allowed it briefly but soon pulled away again.
“It’s just, I have this image of me falling onto one of your boxes and breaking something.” She stated a hint or seriousness present in her otherwise playful tone.
The hands on her back stilled.
“Is that your subtle way of telling me to move the boxes?” an air of frustration was clear in Pepa’s voice, the mood all of sudden killed.
Silvia sighed; moving off the brunette’s lap and sitting herself back down on the sofa, “Look I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to move to the bedroom where there was less chance of a hazard.”
“Is this what it’s going to be like, Silvia? I move in and you expect everything to still be done the way you like it?” Pepa glared, her nostril’s flaring.
“Is that what you think of me?” the redhead countered, eyes now ablaze, “Just because I asked you to move your stupid boxes?”
“But this isn’t just about the boxes.” Pepa gestured to the room in emphasis, “I’ve been here two days and already I’m feeling like I’m being told what to do, where to put things, like the eggs this morning or the specific places you have your appliances in the kitchen. If this is going to work I need to be able to do some things my own way.”
The redhead stood up defensively, “You knew all this about me before I asked you to move in here. You’ve spent enough days and nights. I would have thought you’d be used to them by now.” She stormed into the kitchen, Pepa hot on her heels.
“Silvia I accepted them as cute quirks when it was still just your house. I could cope with it if it was still just your house.”
Red hair swirled around as blazing eyes faced angry brown ones, “It is still my house!”
“Then why did you ask me to move in?” the brunette asked, a trace of hurt now present in her voice, “If you will forever think of this as your house and not our house then I have no business being here.”
Silvia watched horrified as Pepa grabbed her coat, leaving out the front door and slamming it shut in her wake. With tears in her eyes she wondered how a night that had started out so well could end so badly.
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: PG (as all mine are it would seem)
Description: Part of the series of short stories. Pepa's moved in and I give you just a short glance of how things could be...not quite fine and dandy. :P
N/B Whilst I am aware there is a possibility of a pelting considering how this ends, and considering I will not necessarily be continuing it from this point, I do not apologise. Please be aware I just like drama :P
“They don’t go in there.”
Pepa froze at the insistence of her partner’s tone, one hand holding her precious item, the other poised on the fridge door handle. She turned her head slowly to look at the other woman. “They’re eggs, Silvia. Eggs go in the fridge.”
“Not if you plan on using them they don’t,” the redhead smirked, “Just put them on the side.”
Pepa frowned, “I do use them. They’ve always gone in the fridge.”
Silvia looked at her uncertainly, “When are you planning to use this kitchen?”
The eggs were placed gently on the work surface before long arms wrapped around her waist as the taller woman stepped forward, pulling a sultry grin, “Those mornings when I get up to make you breakfast in bed, just for the sole fact that I love you.”
Silvia smiled, “Aww that’s sweet, Pepa,” she stated, planting a quick kiss on the lips poised in front of her, “But the eggs still don’t go in the fridge.” She smirked again as she pulled away, intent on getting the shopping into their respective places before any other activities could begin.
It had been their first food shopping trip together since Pepa had moved in two days ago. Boxes of the brunette’s belongings still scattered the living room, and whilst it drove Silvia a little crazy everytime she walked in, she knew Pepa was trying her hardest to get her stuff correctly put away instead of having to re-sort it all later.
“What do you want to do tonight?” the redhead asked, watching in satisfaction as the eggs were placed on the side rather than in the fridge. “We could rent a movie, get a take away.”
Brown eyes turned back to her, an eyebrow rising, “Anything you want to do, Princess. As long as I’m with you I’m happy,” Pepa stated earnestly.
Deciding to play, Silvia turned on a slightly more serious face, “Well great, because there’s actually this programme on autopsies I was planning to watch tonight.” She watched as Pepa’s expression dropped whilst attempting to keep the smile that no longer reached her eyes. “You don’t mind do you?”
Shaking her head in an attempt to hide her disappointment, Pepa lied, “No no, I don’t mind. Like I said, anything you want to do.”
Taking pity on the other woman, Silvia relented, bursting into a small fit of laughter before kissing her startled partner on the lips, “Thank you, Pepa. I’m kidding but thank you. Not a lot of people would sit through an entire programme of scientific babble just to keep me happy. I love you for it, but I won’t make you do it. Okay.”
Pepa blew out a noticeably relieved breathe and kissed her back, “In that case, can we watch something with a little action in it?” she saw a raised eyebrow from the woman in her arms, “Just a little. Your father has got me doing paperwork at the moment and I need a little action in my life.”
The redhead kissed her again, this time with intent and full of passion, “I can give you a little action.” She stated, before pulling her lover into the bedroom.
The pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, lit up by the glare from the TV playing a film that was no longer being watched, the two occupants having long given up on it in favour of making out on the sofa.
Pepa slowly began moving her hands onto the skin she had so far been caressing through the fabric of Silvia’s top. The redhead sighed appreciatively, but pulled back from the kiss.
“We should go to the bedroom.”
A brown eyebrow rose, “Why? I’m liking it perfectly well here.” She insisted before moving in for another kiss. Silvia allowed it briefly but soon pulled away again.
“It’s just, I have this image of me falling onto one of your boxes and breaking something.” She stated a hint or seriousness present in her otherwise playful tone.
The hands on her back stilled.
“Is that your subtle way of telling me to move the boxes?” an air of frustration was clear in Pepa’s voice, the mood all of sudden killed.
Silvia sighed; moving off the brunette’s lap and sitting herself back down on the sofa, “Look I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to move to the bedroom where there was less chance of a hazard.”
“Is this what it’s going to be like, Silvia? I move in and you expect everything to still be done the way you like it?” Pepa glared, her nostril’s flaring.
“Is that what you think of me?” the redhead countered, eyes now ablaze, “Just because I asked you to move your stupid boxes?”
“But this isn’t just about the boxes.” Pepa gestured to the room in emphasis, “I’ve been here two days and already I’m feeling like I’m being told what to do, where to put things, like the eggs this morning or the specific places you have your appliances in the kitchen. If this is going to work I need to be able to do some things my own way.”
The redhead stood up defensively, “You knew all this about me before I asked you to move in here. You’ve spent enough days and nights. I would have thought you’d be used to them by now.” She stormed into the kitchen, Pepa hot on her heels.
“Silvia I accepted them as cute quirks when it was still just your house. I could cope with it if it was still just your house.”
Red hair swirled around as blazing eyes faced angry brown ones, “It is still my house!”
“Then why did you ask me to move in?” the brunette asked, a trace of hurt now present in her voice, “If you will forever think of this as your house and not our house then I have no business being here.”
Silvia watched horrified as Pepa grabbed her coat, leaving out the front door and slamming it shut in her wake. With tears in her eyes she wondered how a night that had started out so well could end so badly.