Xe's Smutty Fairytale
Title: Xe’s Smutty Fairytale
Rating: NC-17 (for sex…duh)
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: Pepa’s got a surprise for Silvia…
A/N: Ok in the midst of throwing everybody’s heart, soul and innards into the blender, the meat grinder and the wringer with my latest fic, I thought y’all might want a breather with something pre-wedding. This is for all of you fellow readers…lo siento for twisting your guts inside out! It’s also for Xe who wanted a fairy tale of adult proportions and smut_gremlin…here grem, grem, grem. *waves fic enticingly* C’mon now don’t be shy. I hear your stomach growling. Come and get it! *snickers*
XE’S SMUTTY FAIRYTALE
Pepa strolled into the precinct, a shit-eating eating grin stretched across her face. She was one-step away from looking like a demented clown on the verge of going on some insane killing spree. Povedilla all but jumped out of the taller woman’s way upon catching that expression on her face. He stumbled over his shoes, paperwork flying out of his hands only to glide through the air before floating down onto the floor.
Pepa rolled her eyes and bent down to help the stuttering man, wincing slightly as her surprise shifted and sent a jolt down her nerves. “Are you ok, Povedilla?” She hoped for a “yes” because bending down further was not going to help her current state.
Povedilla nodded, one hand fumbling with his glasses, the other splayed onto the surface of the floor, trying to reorganize the scattered pieces of paper. “Si, si. I’ll be ok.” He paused to salute Pepa before returning to the task at hand.
Pepa, still on one knee, pulled herself back up to a standing position gingerly. She bit her lip as she felt another jolt reverberate through her and resumed her walking; quickening her pace down the hall to the elevators that would take her to the forensics lab.
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Silvia was in the midst of sliding a sample onto the microscope when her lover blew into the room, almost wrenching the door off its hinges. She started, jerking her arm erratically and causing the sample to slip through her gloved fingers and shatter onto the floor. Pink fluid leaked among the broken pieces of glass, sliding and snaking onto the floor where it pooled.
Silvia turned an annoyed glare towards Pepa. Hands on her hips, she watched as Pepa locked the door and yanked the curtains shut. She purposely tapped one boot hard against the tiles, hands on her hips, her expression one of pure irritation. When Pepa turned around to face her, Silvia tore into the taller woman.
“Just what the hell are you thinking, bursting into the lab like this? Jesus, Pepa I could have been holding or doing something dangerous! Or important!” Silvia’s eyes narrowed to slits as she drew in a deep breath, reading to chew Pepa out. “You can’t just breeze in here, all high and mighty and expect…”
The sentence died on Silvia’s tongue as Pepa slammed into her, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that stole the redhead’s breath away. Silvia tensed for the briefest second before relaxing into her lover’s embrace and returning the kiss with fervor. She bit down on Pepa’s lip, hard enough for Pepa to gasp in surprise into her mouth before smoothing her tongue over the bite, licking away the tendrils of pain.
Pepa’s lips moved over and under Silvia’s, her excitement for her lover almost undoing her. She worked her tongue out, pushing insistently against Silvia’s lips, begging for permission to deepen the lip lock. Silvia responded by parting her lips, receiving Pepa’s tongue into her mouth where it slid over her own tongue, nearly brushing the back of the redhead’s throat before flicking up to caress the roof of Silvia’s mouth. It swiped over her teeth, across the sides of her inner cheeks before returning to happily duel with Silvia’s tongue.
Silvia groaned into Pepa’s mouth. The way Pepa kissed her, it felt like the taller woman was trying to consume her very soul. She closed her lips around Pepa’s writhing muscle, pulling it deep into her mouth, sucking on it with relish, pulling out the sweet and wild taste that was uniquely her lover.
Pepa felt a tremor jerk through her entire frame as Silvia’s ministrations. Gods she loved it when Silvia did that. Hands reached up to sink deeply into Silvia’s hair, pulling their bodies closer together even as her fingers marveled at the softness and silkiness of the auburn strands. Pepa involuntarily jerked her hips into Silvia’s, her surprise catching the smaller woman off guard and resulting in Silvia pulling her lips away from Pepa’s with a startled smack.
Silvia looked up into her lover’s hooded eyes; eyes that were cloudy with lust and desire. She arched an eyebrow, her gaze moving down to the level of Pepa’s jeans and it was there she noticed a slight bump.
“Uh, Pepa, honey?” Silvia asked, her face a mask of amusement.
Pepa struggled against the hazy fog that had permeated her brain. “Si?”
Silvia grinned a wicked grin and slyly reached down to cup Pepa between her jeans, feeling a definite bump against her hand. She smirked. “Well, well, well.” She looked up mischievously into her lover’s eyes. “Have you decided to conceal your gun down there or are you just happy to see me?”
Pepa barked out a laugh at the amused look on the smaller woman’s face. She leered down at Silvia. “Wouldn’t you just LOVE to find out, pelirroja?”
Silvia’s smirk widened. Two could play this game. Hand still between Pepa’s legs, she pushed upwards against the bump, causing Pepa to let loose a guttural moan. She chuckled. “Not so hot now are you?” she teased as her pushed her palm upwards again.
Pepa desperately reached down to wrench Silvia’s hand away. Her legs almost gave out as the smaller woman managed one more push against the bump before Pepa locked her fingers around her wrist. That simple movement sent shockwaves throughout her center, sliding down her legs furiously, causing the muscles to quiver and her knees to almost buckle.
Pepa’s agile fingers kept their grip on Silvia’s wrist, her other hand snaking up to trap Silvia’s other wandering hand. “Uh, uh, uh, princesa,” Pepa chided. She moved her hand until she managed to grasp both of Silvia’s wrist in one hand. She maneuvered the smaller woman back until her ass hit the chair. “Sit down.”
Silvia shuddered in anticipation at the demanding tone and obeyed. She observed the taller woman wondering what was going to happen next.
Pepa, finally acknowledging that she had the upper hand, that Silvia was willing to be submissive, bent down to kiss Silvia lightly as she released the grip on Silvia’s wrists. She traced the redhead’s lips with her tongue, sliding into her mouth briefly before retreating and moving down to the side of Silvia’s neck. Pushing aside the wavy red hair, she peppered the side of her lover’s neck with kisses, punctuated with suckles and bites that reduced Silvia to writhing, moaning mess.
Pepa’s lips hovered over the pulse point on Silvia’s neck and sucked hard on it, making sure to leave a mark. Her hands moved up to Silvia’s shirt, plucking on the buttons and releasing them before pushing the shirt off Silvia’s shoulders. “Take off your gloves, Silvia,” Pepa husked.
Silvia obeyed, pulling off the latex gloves and flinging them carelessly onto the cold metal table. She waited for the next instructions, all the while maintaining eye contact with the taller woman.
Pepa knelt down in front of her lover. Beginning with Silvia’s shoulders, she pressed one solitary kiss. Then she moved down to her chest, pressing yet another soft kiss. She reached behind Silvia to unclasp her bra, allowing the redhead’s breasts to fall free and the bra to float onto the floor. Pepa wasted no time in taking one breast into her mouth, mouth sucking and tongue swirling wet circles around the taut nipple. She bit down lightly on the stiffened point, drawing out a harsh moan from Silvia.
Silvia was struggling to breathe. The feelings and emotions that Pepa was invoking in her was driving her to the point of insanity. One hand reached down to the other neglected breast, tugging at the nipple and thumbing it, only to have Pepa bat her hand away and continue the task herself. “P-Pepa please!” Silvia begged.
Pepa grinned smugly against the breast that was still in her mouth. Pulling away with an audible pop, she smiled up at her lover. “Patience is a virtue, princesa.” And with that she returned to suckling the breast, teeth scraping against the hard nipple before pulling away to bestow kisses down Silvia’s flat stomach. Muscles twitched and shook under the skin as Pepa dragged her tongue down towards the waistline of Silvia’s pants. Popping open the button she pulled down the zipper and hooked her fingers underneath the pants and Silvia’s underwear. Locking eyes with her lover, she pulled both pieces of clothing down the redhead’s thighs slowly, making sure to caress every inch of newly exposed skin. Pepa paused momentarily to wrestle the clothing over Silvia’s boots before discarding them onto the floor.
The taller woman rocked back on her heels to admire the sight before her. Silvia on the chair, legs slightly parted, face flushed with arousal, completely naked save for her boots. “Gods, you’re so fuckin, hot!” Pepa declared. She didn’t wait for a reply as she moved in between Silvia’s legs, lifting one and placing it on her shoulder. Bending down she observed the abundant wetness between her lover’s thighs. Drops of Silvia’s arousal clung to wisps of coarse red hair, shimmering like dewdrops on grass. Pepa leaned into breathe in the scent before her tongue poked out to sample her lover’s arousal. The taste tumbled over her taste buds, igniting a hunger and passion deep within Pepa’s soul.
Silvia’s hands shot downwards to grab Pepa’s hair, hands digging into Pepa’s scalp as she felt the taller woman’s tongue drag over her folds. She gripped fistfuls of Pepa’s ebony hair as the tip of Pepa’s tongue teased her opening, circling around its outer edges. “Fuck, Pepa!” Silvia cried, her voice needy and desperate. She tried to move Pepa closer to her, at this point not caring if she suffocated the taller woman.
Pepa ignored her lover’s pleas and resisted against the pressure on her head. Instead, she allowed her tongue a leisurely stroll amongst the drenched folds between Silvia’s legs, making sure to lick and swallow every drop of wetness she found. She purposely stayed away from the engorged bundle of nerves, though eyeing it with fascination as it throbbed and turned a dark shade of pinkish purple. She licked the entire length of Silvia’s slit, up and down, down and up. Above her, she could hear Silvia’s moans of frustration, the way potential curses rolled over her tongue only to emerge as little squeaks and cries.
Finally taking some pity on her lover, Pepa worked her tongue into Silvia’s opening, pushing against clenching muscles. She slid her tongue as deeply as she could into the smaller woman, making sure to brush and caress her lover’s inner walls, which pulsated with need and were soaked with warm arousal. She flicked her tongue in and out, always making sure to pull completely out before sliding back in again. She continued in this fashion until she felt the muscles clamp down on her tongue in warning of Silvia’s impending orgasm. This was when Pepa withdrew and stood up, hovering over Silvia with a wicked smile.
Silvia groaned in abject frustration. Forcing her eyes open, she looked up fuzzily into Pepa’s face, her lips shining with Silvia’s arousal. “What the fuck, Pepa!” She hooked her fingers through the belt loops on Pepa’s jeans, pulling the taller woman closer to her. She tried to buck against Pepa, needing the pressure back on her core.
Pepa snickered and pulled away slightly to unzip her jeans to reveal her surprise. She watched as Silvia’s gaze dropped down to the strap on Pepa was wearing and almost purred in satisfaction as Silvia’s chest heaved, her breathing going completely ragged. Pepa pushed her jeans down a bit further, allowing the dildo to hang outside the denim material. She moved back in between Silvia’s legs, making sure to graze the redhead’s inner thigh with the instrument.
“Spread your legs, pelirroja,” Pepa ordered.
Silvia obeyed all too willingly, desperate for relief. She felt as if she was going mad from the lack of contact between her legs and moaned in wanton relief when she felt the dildo touch upon her opening. She bucked against it, whimpering pathetically.
Pepa made sure Silvia was pressed firmly against the side of the table and stabilized them both by reaching behind Silvia with one hand to grip the furniture. The other hand was between both their legs, positioning the dildo at Silvia’s opening. She looked up into Silvia’s eyes. “You want it inside you, don’t you?” Pepa teased. She jerked her hips slightly, placing more pressure against Silvia’s opening. “You want me thrusting deep inside you, sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy.”
Silvia nodded, panting heavily. “Y-yes,” she stuttered. She bucked her hips again, almost falling off the chair. “Gods, Pepa, please!!”
Pepa responded with a jerk of her hips and slid the dildo in completely without warning. Silvia’ moan of absolute pleasure coursed through the taller woman’s veins, singeing her nerves in a moment of such heated desire that she almost blacked out. She moved her hand onto Silvia’s side, controlling the redhead’s frenzied thrusts against the dildo inside of her. Pulling out until only the tip remained inside of Silvia, she slammed it back in, rocking her hips back and forth against Silvia’s own bucking.
“Gods you’re so fuckin’ tight, Silvia!” Pepa said in between harsh inhales of air.
The chair squeaked beneath Silvia, creaking under the pressure of their lovemaking. Silvia gripped onto Pepa’s vest, hands wrinkling the material as she held onto the taller woman. She wrapped her legs around Pepa, her booted feet locking around themselves over Pepa’s ass. Silvia squeezed Pepa closer to her, drawing in the dildo deeper into her core. It created the most pleasurable friction against her inner walls and she knew Pepa was feeling it too. Silvia felt the first swell of her climax break and she screamed loudly as it washed over her, sending shudder after shudder throughout her body, rattling her bones. She bucked her hips wildly, the rhythm of their hips having turned into an uncontrollable frenzy.
Pepa felt Silvia’s orgasm rip through her and it set off her own. She thrust deeply into Silvia, angling her hips slightly to hit that sweet spot as she rode out her own climax, biting down hard on her lip to suppress a primal cry. She collapsed onto the smaller woman, sitting down on Silvia’s thighs as her legs buckled and gave out from under her.
Silvia held Pepa tightly to her, trying to keep them both on the small chair. She quivered, waves of her orgasm still pouring through her, flaring up every nerve ending in her body. She shuddered violently as Pepa shifted, causing the dildo to graze her inner walls, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure up her spine.
For a few minutes neither woman moved, both too spent to even try. Finally Pepa lifted her head off of Silvia’s shoulders, gave her lover a sweet smile and a soft kiss. “I’m gonna pull out now,” she told the smaller woman gently.
Silvia nodded, wincing slightly as the dildo was extracted. It still caused shockwaves to reverberate out from her core and Silvia thought it ridiculous that she could still be turned on after such an intense lovemaking session.
Pepa stood on wobbly legs as she moved out of the confines of between Silvia’s thighs. Unbuckling the harness, she pulled the strap on off her and set it down on the table. Returning to the comfort of Silvia’s arms she resumed laying her head on the smaller woman’s shoulders, sighing in contentment as Silvia wound her arms around her, working soothing fingers up and down her back.
“So you like the surprise?” Pepa mumbled into Silvia’s neck, feeling sleepy.
Silvia chuckled and tightened her grip on the taller woman. “Of course. Do you even have to ask?”
THE END