Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski - Chapter 10 (Part 2)
Title: Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski
Rating: PG-13
NB: I feel like I'm spamming the community making so many posts. (Am I posting too much? Is there such a thing as too many posts?) Annnyways, I hope y'all like this part. And I think you will since things are definitely starting to heat up! :-D
December 9th
Pepa, lying on the sofa, felt like everything was spinning. She had a horrible taste in her mouth, a severe headache, and she couldn’t stop shivering. Silvia had called her yesterday to let her know that Noah had gotten over her cold, so she knew she was at school that day. It was 11 in the morning and her little one, after seven days, was already jumping around everywhere while she didn’t even have the strength to change her clothes.
She heard someone knock at the door and, without having to look, she knew who it was. Only the redhead knocked like that, but she thought it was strange that she wasn’t at the precinct. She stood up with the blanket over her shoulders and opened the door, sneezing twice. Silvia’s expression, with a smile drawn on, changed in response.
“Oof, what a face you have.”
“Thanks, that cheers me up. What are you doing here?”
“You really look horrible, eh?” Silvia continued, not listening to her. She touched Pepa’s forehead. “Madre mía, you’re burning up! What’s your temperature?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t checked,” Pepa responded with little enthusiasm. She truly felt terrible. “Well, come in or get out, I’m freezing to death and the open door is making it worse.”
Silvia stepped inside and shut the door.
“You going to tell me why you’re here?”
Silvia laughed at Pepa’s bad attitude - she was well aware of what Pepa was like she when was sick - and sat down on the chair next to the sofa where the brunette sat.
“I came to bring you a folder with new information on the case and to check up on you, and I’m glad I did. You have dark circles under your eyes and you’re pale. And you don’t even know what your temperature is! Come on, you can use the thermometer.”
“Pelirroja, don’t irritate me, okay? I’m dying and I don’t feel like dealing with anything.”
“You big baby…where is it?”
“In the second drawer of the dresser in my bedroom,” she sprawled back out on the sofa. Even under the blanket, she was still shivering. “Joder, it’s cold.”
Silvia quickly went to retrieve the thermometer and returned, worrying when she saw Pepa trembling.
“It’s hit you pretty bad, huh? Raise your arm,” she lifted Pepa’s arm up before Pepa was able to follow the order and placed the thermometer under her armpit. She then let the arm drop again. “I’m going to bring you some pills. Have you eaten anything?”
Pepa shook her head. “I can’t even stand, there’s no way I’m going to cook, and I’m not hungry anyway.”
Silvia touched Pepa’s hands to check her temperature again, and when she did, she felt Pepa squeeze her hands back and she looked at her face. She had her eyes closed and Silvia didn’t want to wait for her to open them again, afraid she would feel something she shouldn’t...so she quickly let go of the hands she was holding.
“You should’ve called me.”
“You had to take care of Noah.”
“Well, call Sonia then, she’s your neighbor after all.”
“Dani’s also sick, Sara’s at the chalet, and Paco’s too busy with the case, so I’ve managed on my own. And for heaven’s sake, stop talking so loud or my head’s going to explode.”
Silvia shook her head at this side of Pepa and remembered how she was when she was pregnant. She had had such a hard time with it, and though she rarely got fevers, whenever her temperature did rise, it was always really bad. After getting the pills, the thermometer beeped and Silvia took it out.
“39.5, Pepa. And there I was listening to you when you said you were fine on the phone.”
“And I am fine...”
“Right. You can barely open your eyes and your throat sounds raspy when you speak. Take this, I’m going to make you a sandwich at least. It’s not a good idea to take the medicine on an empty stomach.”
Pepa took the pill and sighed, changing her position on the sofa. She didn’t know how much time passed by because she had dozed off a little, but Silvia called her to go eat her sandwich. She only managed to eat half, and after arguing with Silvia over it, she ended up vomiting, so half an hour later she had to finish the other half and then finally, she slept.
Three hours had passed when she slowly opened her eyes, feeling warm under the blankets. Her back hurt from sleeping on the sofa, but she didn’t think about that when she lifted herself up a little. She thought about the strange, but familiar, smell that was filling her house.
After a slight dizzy spell, she rose from the sofa and walked to the kitchen where she saw her ex-wife with her hair pulled up, stirring what looked like a stew. After seeing her wife, she looked at the clock. It was 2:10 in the afternoon.
“You’re still here?”
Silvia turned, startled. “You scared me! Yes, I’m still here. I wanted to see if you got any better, and since you refuse to call anyone to help you, well, I decided to stay.”
“And Noah?”
“Next door, at Dani’s. Sonia’s taking care of her so she won’t bother us over here. How are you feeling?” The redhead walked toward Pepa and touched her forehead. She smiled. “It feels like your fever’s gone down.”
“Yeah, I...I feel better already.” She was nervous at the contact. Silvia, because of her shorter height, had pressed in close to better reach her forehead and her cold hands caused her to shiver.
“I’m making the chicken stew that Noah loves. It’s the only way to get her to eat her vegetables, and it’s really healthy, so I thought that...”
“Really, you don’t have to do all this.”
“You’d have done the same for me,” Silvia assured casually, shrugging her shoulders.
“Well...thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
They stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before instinctively looking away. They didn’t really know where to turn, but Silvia used the stew as an escape, turning back around to start serving. Pepa felt much more relaxed once Silvia turned around so she remained standing there in the doorway, watching her. She couldn’t help but smile.
It had been a long time since she had seen Silvia like that, with her apron on, cooking for her. They used to take turns cooking at home, a few times for one, a few times for the other. But Pepa always loved being able to watch the redhead cook and taste her flavor in the food. She enjoyed the food more knowing it had been made with Silvia’s hands. And watching her cook used to drive her crazy when they were first married.
She remembered how she would sometimes catch Silvia off-guard while she peeled garlic or washed tomatoes and would embrace her from behind, putting her hands under Silvia’s shirt and, without permission, would begin touching her breasts. Silvia would always turn around smiling, dropping whatever it was that she was doing. Pepa loved seeing her with an apron on and she sometimes managed to remove all of Silvia’s clothing except for that one last garment. They would end up making love on the sofa in the living room and eating late at night, never in any sort of hurry.
With that memory, Pepa licked her lips and sighed, walking back to the living room. She sat down on the sofa and began to fan herself with her hand.
Pepa
(*)Joder, and I was cold not too long ago...it’s just that she’s so sexy with that apron and...What am I thinking? Pff, it’s because it’s been half a year without sex and...shit, Aitor. No, but that doesn’t count. I didn’t even orgasm and I didn’t feel good afterwards, so that doesn’t work. It’s only with her, coño. Look, there are plenty of women in the world, but no, I get turned on by my ex-wife.
I watched her arrive with two, steaming bowls and felt my stomach grumble. I was hungry, that was good. I turned on the tv just to do something and watched my ex-wife take the first spoonful from her bowl. Winter always made her look so pretty. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair looked even more red, it shined more. Since I slept with Aitor, I realized that it was impossible for me to forget her, and now that I had to bear only being her friend, I remembered that sexual desire existed apart from love. But that’s complete shit in this case. I didn’t at all find it fucking funny that I wanted to sleep with her, because if I wanted to sleep with her, I wanted to kiss her, and if I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to hug her, and if I wanted to hug her, I wanted to whisper in her ear that I loved her. And no. No, joder, not anymore. I went looking for this, and now I have to bear it, that’s all there is to it.
“It’s really tasty,” she said after swallowing the first spoonful.
I looked at my bowl. If she said it was good, that meant it needed more salt. I always made everything really salty because that’s how I liked it, but she hated it. And, thinking about it, it wasn’t the only difference between us. How could two people with such different tastes live together? I ate a spoonful and, honestly, I loved it. Bland, yes, but it was so...so Silvia. I missed her dishes.
“It needs salt,” I assured. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Well, deal with it. Salt is really bad for the heart. And it doesn’t need salt anyway, it’s great.”
“If you say so...”
She gave me a little push and I laughed. I loved teasing her, she would get so cute…
I returned the push, and she pushed me back. I pushed her harder and she looked at me with a face that said “now it’s serious”. I don’t know how it happened, but there we were, playing like two children, enjoying teasing each other, because though she would deny it, Silvia loved joking around with me. And the game always ended up, in our case, in bed...or at the very least, with us kissing each other affectionately. But we couldn’t permit that, we were divorced and the general rule said that we were supposed to feel uncomfortable around each other, but no, we had already broken that rule. We couldn’t let ourselves break the most important rule, though - under no circumstances could we resume a relationship.
With one last, exaggerated push - it was seriously excessive, Silvia can be rough when she wants be - I fell over, taking advantage to grab her by the sleeve of her shirt and pull her down. I didn’t think about pulling her on top of me, just to be clear, but that’s what happened.
After laughing out loud, I thought she would get back up, but she didn’t. Laying there, unmoving, she looked me in the eyes. She wasn’t smiling, and neither was I. I was so focused on observing and admiring her that I couldn’t do anything more than just stay there, laying under her and feeling her warmth. That warmth that I hadn’t felt in so many months.
I felt my cheeks start to burn, just like the rest of my body. God, how I wanted her...(*)
Silvia
(*) It was a stupid fall. So stupid that I didn’t know how to react. I was transfixed, looking at her, feeling her underneath me. And that wasn’t the worst of it, the worst thing was that even with circles under blood-shot eyes and her pallor, she still looked gorgeous to me. But, well, Pepa Miranda is Pepa Miranda...it’d be difficult for anyone to find her ugly. But I...I couldn’t let myself imagine her at my side, naked, kissing me, as I had imagined yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before that, and all the days since that night we spent in the lab. It was supposed to be over, right? But, of course, we were so smart that we decided to have a relationship on friendly terms. Well, what a load of shit! Look what happens with damn friendship, it always becomes something more.
But no, I didn’t love Pepa. Who loves their partner after a divorce? If we broke it off, it was for a reason...we were tired already, there was no love anymore…the fact that I was on top of my ex-wife, wanting like crazy to kiss her and make her mine right there didn’t mean it was love. No, not at all. It was only...only...desire? Of course! Just sex. I, who was used to making love every night with a goddess in the sack - whether I liked it or not, I had to admit it: Pepa was a sex goddess - had gone without sex for more than six months, and I had needs to satisfy.
What the hell was I saying? What I had to do was get away, it was that easy, that simple. But it’s just that...just that her lips were calling me and…oof, it was getting hot...(*)
There came a knock at the door. As if they had reached a silent agreement, they both separated at the same time, avoiding looking at each other for a few seconds. Pepa stood up and walked to the door, flushed, but this time it wasn’t because of the fever.
“Mami!” The girl exclaimed as she hugged her.
Pepa wasn’t sure what to do now. She was so affected by the earlier contact that she was afraid to turn around. She was so thankful for the appearance of their little girl who had arrived holding Sonia’s hand. Sonia quickly said her goodbyes to the mother of the little one and left.
“Ah! It’s mamá!” Noah shouted, letting go of the brunette and running towards the redhead. “Hola, mamá!” She jumped on the sofa and kissed her mother’s cheek. Then she looked at the bowl. “Soup! I want some!”
Silvia, who glanced at her ex-wife with a bit of embarrassment, smiled at her daughter and helped her take off her coat, then asked her to leave it in her bedroom. Noah’s arrival brought with it a certain ease and familiarity, and that comforted both women. The redhead, without saying another word, went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of soup for her daughter while Pepa thought about how lucky they were that Noah knocked on the door. Still, she knew that they would have pulled apart before anything happened, they had willpower. Or, that’s what she thought, anyway.
While Pepa strove to not fall to temptation, admitting that the temptation was enormous, Silvia preferred self-deception, as she always had. She put a blindfold over her eyes and carried on without realizing that blindfolds were only for the eyes, but what gave the orders was the heart.
Links to the original story:
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8481210-por-si-eramos-pocos-01-11-09-23-40/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8680673-por-si-eramos-pocos-ii-28-11-09-21-35/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8848739-por-si-eramos-pocos-iii-14-02-10-0-55-finalizado/
Rating: PG-13
NB: I feel like I'm spamming the community making so many posts. (Am I posting too much? Is there such a thing as too many posts?) Annnyways, I hope y'all like this part. And I think you will since things are definitely starting to heat up! :-D
December 9th
Pepa, lying on the sofa, felt like everything was spinning. She had a horrible taste in her mouth, a severe headache, and she couldn’t stop shivering. Silvia had called her yesterday to let her know that Noah had gotten over her cold, so she knew she was at school that day. It was 11 in the morning and her little one, after seven days, was already jumping around everywhere while she didn’t even have the strength to change her clothes.
She heard someone knock at the door and, without having to look, she knew who it was. Only the redhead knocked like that, but she thought it was strange that she wasn’t at the precinct. She stood up with the blanket over her shoulders and opened the door, sneezing twice. Silvia’s expression, with a smile drawn on, changed in response.
“Oof, what a face you have.”
“Thanks, that cheers me up. What are you doing here?”
“You really look horrible, eh?” Silvia continued, not listening to her. She touched Pepa’s forehead. “Madre mía, you’re burning up! What’s your temperature?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t checked,” Pepa responded with little enthusiasm. She truly felt terrible. “Well, come in or get out, I’m freezing to death and the open door is making it worse.”
Silvia stepped inside and shut the door.
“You going to tell me why you’re here?”
Silvia laughed at Pepa’s bad attitude - she was well aware of what Pepa was like she when was sick - and sat down on the chair next to the sofa where the brunette sat.
“I came to bring you a folder with new information on the case and to check up on you, and I’m glad I did. You have dark circles under your eyes and you’re pale. And you don’t even know what your temperature is! Come on, you can use the thermometer.”
“Pelirroja, don’t irritate me, okay? I’m dying and I don’t feel like dealing with anything.”
“You big baby…where is it?”
“In the second drawer of the dresser in my bedroom,” she sprawled back out on the sofa. Even under the blanket, she was still shivering. “Joder, it’s cold.”
Silvia quickly went to retrieve the thermometer and returned, worrying when she saw Pepa trembling.
“It’s hit you pretty bad, huh? Raise your arm,” she lifted Pepa’s arm up before Pepa was able to follow the order and placed the thermometer under her armpit. She then let the arm drop again. “I’m going to bring you some pills. Have you eaten anything?”
Pepa shook her head. “I can’t even stand, there’s no way I’m going to cook, and I’m not hungry anyway.”
Silvia touched Pepa’s hands to check her temperature again, and when she did, she felt Pepa squeeze her hands back and she looked at her face. She had her eyes closed and Silvia didn’t want to wait for her to open them again, afraid she would feel something she shouldn’t...so she quickly let go of the hands she was holding.
“You should’ve called me.”
“You had to take care of Noah.”
“Well, call Sonia then, she’s your neighbor after all.”
“Dani’s also sick, Sara’s at the chalet, and Paco’s too busy with the case, so I’ve managed on my own. And for heaven’s sake, stop talking so loud or my head’s going to explode.”
Silvia shook her head at this side of Pepa and remembered how she was when she was pregnant. She had had such a hard time with it, and though she rarely got fevers, whenever her temperature did rise, it was always really bad. After getting the pills, the thermometer beeped and Silvia took it out.
“39.5, Pepa. And there I was listening to you when you said you were fine on the phone.”
“And I am fine...”
“Right. You can barely open your eyes and your throat sounds raspy when you speak. Take this, I’m going to make you a sandwich at least. It’s not a good idea to take the medicine on an empty stomach.”
Pepa took the pill and sighed, changing her position on the sofa. She didn’t know how much time passed by because she had dozed off a little, but Silvia called her to go eat her sandwich. She only managed to eat half, and after arguing with Silvia over it, she ended up vomiting, so half an hour later she had to finish the other half and then finally, she slept.
Three hours had passed when she slowly opened her eyes, feeling warm under the blankets. Her back hurt from sleeping on the sofa, but she didn’t think about that when she lifted herself up a little. She thought about the strange, but familiar, smell that was filling her house.
After a slight dizzy spell, she rose from the sofa and walked to the kitchen where she saw her ex-wife with her hair pulled up, stirring what looked like a stew. After seeing her wife, she looked at the clock. It was 2:10 in the afternoon.
“You’re still here?”
Silvia turned, startled. “You scared me! Yes, I’m still here. I wanted to see if you got any better, and since you refuse to call anyone to help you, well, I decided to stay.”
“And Noah?”
“Next door, at Dani’s. Sonia’s taking care of her so she won’t bother us over here. How are you feeling?” The redhead walked toward Pepa and touched her forehead. She smiled. “It feels like your fever’s gone down.”
“Yeah, I...I feel better already.” She was nervous at the contact. Silvia, because of her shorter height, had pressed in close to better reach her forehead and her cold hands caused her to shiver.
“I’m making the chicken stew that Noah loves. It’s the only way to get her to eat her vegetables, and it’s really healthy, so I thought that...”
“Really, you don’t have to do all this.”
“You’d have done the same for me,” Silvia assured casually, shrugging her shoulders.
“Well...thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
They stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before instinctively looking away. They didn’t really know where to turn, but Silvia used the stew as an escape, turning back around to start serving. Pepa felt much more relaxed once Silvia turned around so she remained standing there in the doorway, watching her. She couldn’t help but smile.
It had been a long time since she had seen Silvia like that, with her apron on, cooking for her. They used to take turns cooking at home, a few times for one, a few times for the other. But Pepa always loved being able to watch the redhead cook and taste her flavor in the food. She enjoyed the food more knowing it had been made with Silvia’s hands. And watching her cook used to drive her crazy when they were first married.
She remembered how she would sometimes catch Silvia off-guard while she peeled garlic or washed tomatoes and would embrace her from behind, putting her hands under Silvia’s shirt and, without permission, would begin touching her breasts. Silvia would always turn around smiling, dropping whatever it was that she was doing. Pepa loved seeing her with an apron on and she sometimes managed to remove all of Silvia’s clothing except for that one last garment. They would end up making love on the sofa in the living room and eating late at night, never in any sort of hurry.
With that memory, Pepa licked her lips and sighed, walking back to the living room. She sat down on the sofa and began to fan herself with her hand.
Pepa
(*)Joder, and I was cold not too long ago...it’s just that she’s so sexy with that apron and...What am I thinking? Pff, it’s because it’s been half a year without sex and...shit, Aitor. No, but that doesn’t count. I didn’t even orgasm and I didn’t feel good afterwards, so that doesn’t work. It’s only with her, coño. Look, there are plenty of women in the world, but no, I get turned on by my ex-wife.
I watched her arrive with two, steaming bowls and felt my stomach grumble. I was hungry, that was good. I turned on the tv just to do something and watched my ex-wife take the first spoonful from her bowl. Winter always made her look so pretty. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair looked even more red, it shined more. Since I slept with Aitor, I realized that it was impossible for me to forget her, and now that I had to bear only being her friend, I remembered that sexual desire existed apart from love. But that’s complete shit in this case. I didn’t at all find it fucking funny that I wanted to sleep with her, because if I wanted to sleep with her, I wanted to kiss her, and if I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to hug her, and if I wanted to hug her, I wanted to whisper in her ear that I loved her. And no. No, joder, not anymore. I went looking for this, and now I have to bear it, that’s all there is to it.
“It’s really tasty,” she said after swallowing the first spoonful.
I looked at my bowl. If she said it was good, that meant it needed more salt. I always made everything really salty because that’s how I liked it, but she hated it. And, thinking about it, it wasn’t the only difference between us. How could two people with such different tastes live together? I ate a spoonful and, honestly, I loved it. Bland, yes, but it was so...so Silvia. I missed her dishes.
“It needs salt,” I assured. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Well, deal with it. Salt is really bad for the heart. And it doesn’t need salt anyway, it’s great.”
“If you say so...”
She gave me a little push and I laughed. I loved teasing her, she would get so cute…
I returned the push, and she pushed me back. I pushed her harder and she looked at me with a face that said “now it’s serious”. I don’t know how it happened, but there we were, playing like two children, enjoying teasing each other, because though she would deny it, Silvia loved joking around with me. And the game always ended up, in our case, in bed...or at the very least, with us kissing each other affectionately. But we couldn’t permit that, we were divorced and the general rule said that we were supposed to feel uncomfortable around each other, but no, we had already broken that rule. We couldn’t let ourselves break the most important rule, though - under no circumstances could we resume a relationship.
With one last, exaggerated push - it was seriously excessive, Silvia can be rough when she wants be - I fell over, taking advantage to grab her by the sleeve of her shirt and pull her down. I didn’t think about pulling her on top of me, just to be clear, but that’s what happened.
After laughing out loud, I thought she would get back up, but she didn’t. Laying there, unmoving, she looked me in the eyes. She wasn’t smiling, and neither was I. I was so focused on observing and admiring her that I couldn’t do anything more than just stay there, laying under her and feeling her warmth. That warmth that I hadn’t felt in so many months.
I felt my cheeks start to burn, just like the rest of my body. God, how I wanted her...(*)
Silvia
(*) It was a stupid fall. So stupid that I didn’t know how to react. I was transfixed, looking at her, feeling her underneath me. And that wasn’t the worst of it, the worst thing was that even with circles under blood-shot eyes and her pallor, she still looked gorgeous to me. But, well, Pepa Miranda is Pepa Miranda...it’d be difficult for anyone to find her ugly. But I...I couldn’t let myself imagine her at my side, naked, kissing me, as I had imagined yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before that, and all the days since that night we spent in the lab. It was supposed to be over, right? But, of course, we were so smart that we decided to have a relationship on friendly terms. Well, what a load of shit! Look what happens with damn friendship, it always becomes something more.
But no, I didn’t love Pepa. Who loves their partner after a divorce? If we broke it off, it was for a reason...we were tired already, there was no love anymore…the fact that I was on top of my ex-wife, wanting like crazy to kiss her and make her mine right there didn’t mean it was love. No, not at all. It was only...only...desire? Of course! Just sex. I, who was used to making love every night with a goddess in the sack - whether I liked it or not, I had to admit it: Pepa was a sex goddess - had gone without sex for more than six months, and I had needs to satisfy.
What the hell was I saying? What I had to do was get away, it was that easy, that simple. But it’s just that...just that her lips were calling me and…oof, it was getting hot...(*)
There came a knock at the door. As if they had reached a silent agreement, they both separated at the same time, avoiding looking at each other for a few seconds. Pepa stood up and walked to the door, flushed, but this time it wasn’t because of the fever.
“Mami!” The girl exclaimed as she hugged her.
Pepa wasn’t sure what to do now. She was so affected by the earlier contact that she was afraid to turn around. She was so thankful for the appearance of their little girl who had arrived holding Sonia’s hand. Sonia quickly said her goodbyes to the mother of the little one and left.
“Ah! It’s mamá!” Noah shouted, letting go of the brunette and running towards the redhead. “Hola, mamá!” She jumped on the sofa and kissed her mother’s cheek. Then she looked at the bowl. “Soup! I want some!”
Silvia, who glanced at her ex-wife with a bit of embarrassment, smiled at her daughter and helped her take off her coat, then asked her to leave it in her bedroom. Noah’s arrival brought with it a certain ease and familiarity, and that comforted both women. The redhead, without saying another word, went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of soup for her daughter while Pepa thought about how lucky they were that Noah knocked on the door. Still, she knew that they would have pulled apart before anything happened, they had willpower. Or, that’s what she thought, anyway.
While Pepa strove to not fall to temptation, admitting that the temptation was enormous, Silvia preferred self-deception, as she always had. She put a blindfold over her eyes and carried on without realizing that blindfolds were only for the eyes, but what gave the orders was the heart.
Links to the original story:
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8481210-por-si-eramos-pocos-01-11-09-23-40/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8680673-por-si-eramos-pocos-ii-28-11-09-21-35/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8848739-por-si-eramos-pocos-iii-14-02-10-0-55-finalizado/