The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro - Topic: Fighting in the Rain
Title: The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: What if Silvia kept a diary...of ALL her sexual exploits with Pepa?
A/N: This is dedicated to Juney cuz I shot my mouth off around her...again. *rolls eyes* She also picked this diary topic soo if you don’t like it, throw the whatever you’re throwing at her. *grins* So baby, enjoy. Oh and you said “You. Suck.”...what exactly do you want me to suck? *snickers* To those that are at sea bout this lil tiff I’m having with my wife...well I’ve been teasing her about this AMAZING day I had with my housemate on Sunday that was just ORGASMIC. *laughs* We went to Sexpo. The experience can be summed up in one word: orgasmic. *grins* It was like sex overload; strippers, pole dancers, porn stars, sex toys, lingerie, lap dances...*fans self* I’m ranting, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!
THE SECRET DIARY OF SILVIA CASTRO - Topic: Fighting in the Rain
Dear Diary,
I have never known anybody so infuriating! Dios mio, sometimes Pepa just makes me want to tear my hair out! She’s just so...so...infuriating! *scowls* I don’t understand her need to charge in, guns blazing, acting all “Dirty Harry” like without one single regard for her safety. Sometimes I think she has a death wish. And then when I call her out on her gung ho attitude she has the nerve to get snarky with me. In front of EVERYBODY in the precinct! Calling me anal-retentive and not listening to my instincts. Well that did it. I was so mad...livid would be a better word that I stomped off. I knew that annoying pain in my ass would follow; she always did. Like some wayward puppy. Yet another infuriating trait of hers.
I stomped my boots all the way up to the precinct’s rooftop, swinging the metal door open viciously, not caring that it banged loudly against the wall. The noise paled in comparison with a loud clap of thunder that echoed somewhere off in the distance but I ignored both audio intrusions. Instead, I allowed the cold air sooth my overheated skin as I paced, muttering angrily under my breath. I didn’t get not even 30 seconds of peace before Pepa threw the rooftop door open and shouldered her way through the doorway, looking peeved. She actually had the nerve to look upset. Did I mention she was infuriating?
She started tearing into me, telling me that I had no right to call her out on her actions, that she was doing what she was supposed to. I barked out a laugh, a harsh sound that grinded against the walls of my throat as it clawed its way out of my mouth. Only doing what she was supposed to? I retorted that she did everything but do what she was told to. I told her to wait. She refused to listen. After following her into the warehouse to make sure her sorry ass was guarded, I told her to stay put and survey the scene. Instead, my order fell on deaf ears as she rounded the corner she was currently hiding behind and proceeded to start a completely unnecessary and dangerous gunfight that could have cost us both our lives. That and the fact that she completely ruined my crime scene with prints, dead bodies and general disarray. I HATE mess. Pepa on the other hand, thrives in it.
Anyway, there we were on the rooftop arguing, the black night sky growing blacker with thunderstorm clouds pulling itself over the tiny speckle of stars that managed to shine its way through the night’s inky darkness. I heard the world “anal-retentive” again and I exploded. I marched up to Pepa and snarled up to her face that being prepared and organized was not a crime. I spat out that she was an adrenaline junkie, using my finger to emphasize each word with a jab to her chest. She growled and said that I pulled rank on her on purpose. By this point my head was buzzing with fury; it felt like a hive of bees had taken up residence in my head. Lava had seemingly replaced my blood and was coursing through my veins and burning so hot that it almost hurt.
I bluntly asked her what the hell she was thinking; our faces were so close together, our breaths mingled together between us, warm puffs tickling our lips. Do you know what her answer was?
“I was thinking, inspector,” Pepa spat that word out like an expletive. “that the bad guys needed to be caught.”
That did it. I slammed both hands onto her chest, forcing her to stumble back into the wall. The weather accommodated my actions; a loud snarl of thunder shook the sky followed by twin streaks of blinding white lightning. The sky split apart and the clouds bled. Bullets of rain sped down, spitting on us with all the intensity of stinging hornets. The bitingly cold rain did nothing but fuel my anger. I threw another shove at Pepa; the suddenly slippery wet floor caused her to careen backwards; her now soaked shirt that was plastered to her back, which smacked wetly with the wall. She growled at me, sounding like a mini thundercloud herself but I did not give it time to reach its crescendo. I trapped Pepa between the wall and my body and reached up to grab a fistful of her shirt. I yanked her head down, forcing her lips to collide painfully with mine. I felt the reverberations of this kiss all the way down my jaw and I knew Pepa felt it to by the surprised squeak that wormed its way up her throat. I did not give her a chance to recover. I forced my tongue into her mouth, pushing onto Pepa’s, demanding it submit to my intrusion. Pepa retaliated by biting down none too gently on the writhing muscle.
Rain poured down on us, blanketing us in a thin veil of droplets the size of well…bullets. Our hair was plastered to our head, drenched locks clinging to the sides of our faces. Our clothes felt like a second layer of skin. However, neither of us took notice. I continued to ravish Pepa’s mouth, our tongues snaking over each other, retreating and curling. I pulled back slightly to suckle on Pepa’s bottom lip, nipping it sharply with my teeth. I felt Pepa’s hands wind itself around to my ass, gripping my denim clad rear tightly between strong fingers and pulling me into her. I growled into her mouth before pulling away.
She scowled and tried to reclaim my bruised lips but I grabbed a handful of her wet hair and yanked her head back. Her neck now exposed, I ran my tongue down its entire length. I paused at the pulse point, viciously pleased to feel it throb erratically under the soft skin. I sucked on it hard, knowing it would leave a mark. My other hand busied itself by fumbling with the top buttons of Pepa’s shirt. But the rain made the buttons so slippery that I wasn’t having any luck. I growled again and stepped away from Pepa, forcing her hands to fall away from my ass.
Pepa’s lips began forming a sentence of protest but it promptly died on the tip of her tongue when I grabbed either side of her shirt and pulled. Buttons popped and scattered onto the floor, the clattering noise it made upon impact lost under the torrent of rain that continued to gush down on us. Pepa scowled at my hurried actions but I could see that lustful glint in her eye. She was turned on by my dominance. But that didn’t mean she would let me know. And as predicted she snapped back by saying it was her favorite shirt. I told her to shut up before claiming her lips again. There were no tongues this time; I’m not sure if you could call it kissing. We were biting each other’s lips, sucking, teasing and nipping. One of my hands had found purchase on the back of Pepa’s head and was holding it in place. My other hand had molded itself over Pepa’s left breast and was kneading and groping. I could feel the hardened point of her nipple poking against my palm.
Pepa’s hands had gone back to my ass, squeezing and releasing, forcing my crotch into hers where she thrust her hips out to gain more contact. I reluctantly released the breast and slid my hand down her stomach. Droplets of rain followed, sliding over prominent abs. I fumbled with the belt buckle, again the wetness from the rain making the job a little harder than normal. The slight snick of the belt signaled its release and I hurriedly popped open the button of Pepa’s jeans.
Pepa was trying to unbutton my shirt at this point but I smacked her hands away. She glowered at me and tried to push me off her, wanting some semblance of control but I wouldn’t give it to her. I simply pressed every inch of my body against her until she almost melded into the wall. My eyes boring into hers, I slid my hand insider her jeans and under her underwear. Without warning I thrust three fingers into her warm, wet opening and began pumping furiously in and out. I watched in grim pleasure as Pepa’s head snapped back, smacking the wall in the process. The sudden pain obviously did not distract her because I saw her eyes close in pleasure and her hips began undulating against my fingers. I continued watching the flickering of her closed eyelids as I thrust my rigid fingers in and out of her, my thumb flicking her clit with each thrust.
Pepa moaned; a loud long moan filled with hedonistic pleasure. Rain fell all over her face; rivulets of water streaming down every dip and crevice. Not slowing the rhythm of my fingers, I bent down and captured a bra clad breast between my teeth. I heard Pepa gasp in sudden shock, her hand automatically going to the back of my head, pushing me closer to her. My fingers continued driving itself as deeply as they would go, curling deep within her even as I teased Pepa’s rock hard nipple between my teeth. I could feel her vaginal walls clinging greedily to my fingers, floods of arousal were coating my fingers and dripping down my wrist. Pepa’s thighs were clamping down on my hand and I knew she was going to come. I bit down on Pepa’s breast; even through the material of her bra I knew I would leave a mark. And I wanted to. I sucked the hardened point through the bra as I slid all three fingers out before driving them back in, making sure to glide over either side of her vaginal walls.
Pepa came screaming into the rain. Coincidently a loud roar of thunder drowned out her screams of pleasure and the rain pounded down harder than ever, as if it were trying to stamp out our over-heated passion. It wasn’t winning. Pepa was convulsing against me; her legs were shuddering on either side of my hand and her entire body quivered. I dropped the breast that was in my mouth and fell to my knees. I yanked Pepa’s jeans and underwear down to her ankles and dove in. I licked her entire slit once before capturing the throbbing bundle of nerves into my mouth. I sucked on it, feeling it pulsate on my tongue. My fingers again began thrusting in and out of Pepa and I could feel Pepa clinging desperately onto my wet ringlets of hair. It did not take long for her to come again; she boxed my goddamn ears when her thighs clenched on either side of my head. I desperately ignored the sharp ringing in my ears as she came inside my mouth. I licked and swallowed, drawing out the sweet liquid until I felt Pepa’s legs shake warningly.
Ears still somewhat ringing, I reluctantly left my spot from between Pepa’s legs. I could tell from the tremors that still vibrated throughout my lover’s lanky frame that Pepa was having a hard time keeping upright. I pressed her to the wall, gently this time and peppered tiny kisses all over mouth. Her tongue poked out, licking residual arousal that clung to my lips. We stayed this way until Pepa had stopped shaking.
I cupped her cheek and forced her to look into my eyes. I told her that I did not want to lose her and to please be careful in the future. She simply told me she loved me. That was enough.
We tried to make Pepa decent but her shirt was toast. She ended up walking behind me when we reentered the building, looking like two drowned rats. As we tried (unsuccessfully) to meander our way to the lab undetected, we heard Curtis mutter, “you owe me 50 bucks.” Jesus, this precinct is like a high school.
~ S