Come Back to Me - Part 12
Title: Come Back To Me
Rating: NC-17 for you know what and language
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: Post best/worst wedding of the year
A/N: I wasn’t gonna do another smut chapter but I made a promise to junebug to give her something…sweet. So I dedicate this chapter to junebug. *winks and blows kiss* Enjoy babe. Hope the rest of you guys enjoy it too though. Comments, unwashed socks and insults are all welcomed. *grins*
COME BACK TO ME - Part 12
“Would you like me to refresh your memory?” Silvia asked, her tone taking on a husky timbre. A grin pulled at the corner of her lips as she felt Pepa’s lanky frame tremble.
“Uh…s-sure. Sure…” Pepa mumbled, her tongue feeling far too heavy, breath caught in her throat. She was dimly aware of Silvia talking but for the life of her, she could not concentrate. She turned clouded eyes towards her wife. Eyes that were rapidly swirling with arousal. “Huh?”
Silvia smirked but did not respond. Instead, she stepped impossibly closer to her wife until every inch of their bodies touched each other. A sheet of paper could not have come between them. Silvia locked eyes with Pepa, watching the mix of emotions run rampant across the brunette’s face. Desire and control. They battled and chased each other, causing the muscles in Pepa’s face to twitch, her eyelids to flutter and the color of her eyes to change from warm chocolate to liquid brown heat.
The redhead let loose a chuckle of smug delight when desire so clearly won out over Pepa’s need for control. Silvia could tell by the way Pepa’s cheeks were flushed, the way she stared at Silvia through hooded eyes as she attempted to steady her breathing, which had become short puffs of harsh exhales of air. The way her arms hung limply by her sides, fingers clenching and unclenching, nails digging into her palms.
A wicked thought streaked through Silvia’s mind. She reached up with a hand and laid one solitary finger against the pulse point throbbing gently against the skin on Pepa’s neck. She pressed down, feeling the blood beneath Pepa’s skin rush against the pressure, thumping back against her finger in anticipation. With a wide leer marring the contours of her face, Silvia let that finger wander. Down the side of Pepa’s neck, tracing her collarbone and lingering as it relished the feel of the structure of Pepa’s shoulders. She felt Pepa’s breath quicken and dragged that finger down between Pepa’s shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of cleavage.
Pepa was being tortured. Yes, it was pure sweet torture but torture nevertheless. She was sure that her brain was not receiving the adequate amount of oxygen it needed but try as she might, she couldn’t control her breathing. Her lungs had seized up, that much she was sure of because every time she tried to inhale all it resulted was a rush of dizziness and pathetic squeak that rose from the back of her throat. She stopped breathing altogether, when she felt the redhead’s finger slide down between her breasts, then over her shirt, only to circle a very painfully erect nipple that was visible through the material of her shirt.
Pepa’s vision blurred and she desperately tried to suck in a mouthful of air. A futile attempt. Her knees shook and she thrust out a hand, frantically grasping for the nearest piece of furniture to steady herself onto. Her fingers came into contact with the bedside table and they dug themselves into its surface, clinging onto it like a lifeline.
Silvia sniggered at Pepa’s movements, highly aroused and thrilled that she still managed to send her now wife into such a state. She brought her thumb into play and started popping the buttons on Pepa’s shirt, unhooking each one slowly, making sure to let her index finger glide along each piece of revealed flesh as she did so. She reached the bottom of Pepa’s shirt and popped the last button then stepped back to admire the sight before her.
Pepa standing shakily before her. One hand gripping the bedside table so tightly that the skin over her knuckles were stretched white. The other hanging by her side, fingers curled into a tight fist. Face flushed with arousal, tingeing her cheeks with a slight red. Teeth worrying her bottom lip as she tried to breathe unsuccessfully. Brows furrowed and eyes glazed over with unrepentant desire. Her now unbuttoned shirt, hanging loosely over strong shoulders, teasingly hiding parts of her bra-clad breasts. Stomach muscles quivering in response to her heaving chest.
Gods, Silvia loved this woman. She stepped back into Pepa’s personal space and reached up with her mouth to tug loose the bottom lip that was trapped between Pepa’s teeth. She suckled on it, drawing out the sweetness that was her wife. Pulling away slightly, she felt Pepa’s ragged breaths on her face and suppressed a snicker. She placed one hand directly over Pepa’s left breast, over her heart, feeling the muscle thump loudly, strongly. Without warning, she squeezed the breast, drawing out a strangled groan from her wife.
“You like that do you?” Silvia teased, fanning her fingers out to cup the breast, settling its weight on her palm. She thumbed the stiff nipple, flicking it occasionally as she waited for her answer.
Pepa tried to respond. She fought against the haze that had permeated her brain. “Ye-yes…” she stuttered. “S-Silvia, please,” Gods she was begging. It was a testament of just how much the redhead affected her.
But Silvia was still in teasing mode. She grinned just like a cat that ate the canary and pressed a small kiss to Pepa’s jaw. “Please what, Pepa?” She flicked the nipple again. “Hmm? What do you want?” She bent down to drop a kiss between the valley of Pepa’s breasts.
Pepa gritted her teeth and swallowed. Hard. The blood rushing in her ears made it hard for her to hear Silvia and the blood rushing to her core was rendering her within inches of passing out. “You,” she finally spat out behind clenched teeth. “I want you!”
Silvia smiled at the reply. Finally taking pity on her wife, she reached down with both hands to unbuckle the belt on Pepa’s jeans. Yanking it out of its clasp, she unbuttoned the jeans and slid a hand in, fingers dancing along the line of Pepa’s underwear.
“I can smell you, Pepa,” Silvia intoned, her voice taking on a seductive quality. She let fingers slide under the waistband of Pepa’s underwear, pass the coarse patch of dark hair and down between Pepa’s legs. She let her fingers revel in the sheer wetness they found. “Gods, you’re so warm and wet.”
Pepa whimpered pitifully. Her grip on the bedside table tightened if that was at all possible. She thought she heard the furniture creak under the pressure of her hand but she paid it no heed. “Silviaaaa!” Now she was whining?! Shit.
Silvia laughed mercilessly at the pathetic plea. She twisted her hand inside Pepa’s jeans to get more comfortable and let one finger travel over the drenched folds. “So wet, Pepa,” Silvia repeated. “All for me?” She looked up into Pepa’s eyes.
Pepa nodded frantically, heading bobbing up and down. At this point, she would have done whatever Silvia wanted. Just as long as those fingers did their magic. “Yes,” she replied. “Please!”
Silvia grinned and parted Pepa, fingers searching for the bundle of nerves and pinching it between her thumb and index finger. Above her, Pepa moaned long and loud, relief and frustration evident in her voice. She dragged her pinkie up and down Pepa’s slit, fingering the edges of Pepa’s opening.
“You want me inside, don’t you, Pepa?” Silvia smirked, relishing in having such control over the taller woman. She gave Pepa’s clit another pinch. “You want my fingers inside of you. Curling deep within, thrusting in and out. You want to come, don’t you?”
Pepa groaned, her eyes sliding shut. “Goddamnit Silvia, PLEASE!” Her knees shook in warning, threatening to buckle beneath her.
Silvia’s entire body shuddered at the sound of such need coating Pepa’s voice. It snaked down her body only to shockwave through her core. Silvia could feel her underwear getting soaked with her own arousal. She was done playing. Roughly sliding three fingers into Pepa, she thrust deeply into the taller woman, one hand reaching up to grab a fistful of Pepa’s hair and yanking her wife’s head back. She deposited wet kisses to Pepa’s exposed neck as her hand moved in rhythm to Pepa’s reckless bucking, hips moving back and forth in a frenzied pace. She curled her fingers inside Pepa, feeling the muscles clench around her fingers, pulling her in deeper.
“Come for me, Pepa,” Silvia demanded. It was not a request. Her authoritarian tone caused Pepa’s core to drench Silvia’s fingers with a fresh wave of arousal and from the way Pepa was panting, Silvia knew her wife was close. She pulled her fingers out and thrust them back in, her thumbing pressing down on Pepa’s clit.
Pepa screamed as her orgasm hit her in a multitude of waves. They crashed over her, each tide of passion and arousal drowning her further into the waiting abyss of dark blissfulness. She star stars behind her closed eyelids, felt Silvia’s thrusts reach a fanatic pace and let loose another scream that tore out of her throat like a rabid animal. Her legs gave out on her and she half fell against the bedside table and half on the bed.
Silvia watched Pepa climax with a mixture of envy and extreme satisfaction. She tried gently to help Pepa stem her fall but it was a futile attempt seeing as one hand was shoved down Pepa’s jeans and using the other would irritate the stitches on her stomach. She winced slightly as Pepa’s back met the corner of the bedside table with a smack but before she could assist her wife, the hospital room door burst wide open.
“What the hell is going on in here?!” The dour nurse had returned. She stood in the doorway, hair disheveled, face flushed from running. Her jaw dropped upon assessing the scene. When her eyes reached the compromising position of Silvia’s hand, her eyes turned to slits. “What are you doing?” A stupid question.
Silvia rolled her eyes, gently extracted her hand from Pepa’s jeans and tried to modestly re-dress her wife who had taken to slumping onto the bed, too exhausted to care or move. She was breathing heavily, aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsating through her.
“Giving my wife a pelvic exam,” Silvia drolled. Normally she would be embarrassed beyond belief but this nurse was so infuriatingly narrow-minded that Silvia just did not care. She arched an eyebrow in the nurse’s direction. “Do we have a problem?”
The nurse turned a nasty shade of purple. “You…PEOPLE!” she spluttered. She huffed and was about to throw back a spiteful retort when Silvia’s doctor appeared behind her.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked, knowing full well of the nurse’s disapproval of the couple before them. He looked stoically at the nurse who sagged down against his glare.
“No, doctor,” she muttered.
He offered a curt nod. “I need you to check on a patient in room 111.”
She nodded stiffly and turned on her heel but not before giving Pepa and Silvia a nasty look.
The doctor sighed and walked into the room, shutting the door gently behind him. He sat down tentatively on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry about that,” he offered apologetically.
Silvia shrugged, carding her fingers through Pepa’s hair, Pepa’s head now resting on Silvia’s shoulder. “It’s just how it is sometimes,” she replied softly, trying not to show how much it actually hurt her. She felt Pepa kiss her shoulder in response and smiled down at her wife.
The doctor smiled sadly but then grinned. “I did warn you to keep to less strenuous exercises. Obviously you’ve chosen to ignore my advice.” He was delighted when Silvia blushed furiously and chuckled. “As long as you don’t aggravate your wound or tear your stitches, I suppose urm…“bed play” won’t be out of the question.”
Silvia laughed, her shoulders shaking with mirth, causing Pepa’s head to jolt. “Oops, sorry, honey,” she giggled.
Pepa simply smiled up at her, a radiant smile that momentarily blinded Silvia. They stared into each other’s eyes, getting lost in their own world.
The doctor cleared his throat and waited until they looked at him. He smiled gently. “Well congratulations on checking out today. We just need to go over the checkout forms,” He waved the wad of papers in his hand. “Then I can send you on your merry way home.”
Silvia and Pepa smiled at each other. Home. Nothing sounded better.