Fanfiction: I See Red - 05
Title: I See Red
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Spoilers: Post season finale
A/N - I wanted to post more entries this week, but my work turned into uber-craziness and I had to pull 12 hour shifts! Dios!! So here is my next entry. I think you'll like it. Please let me know what you think!! Comments are always welcome! I had fun writing it, and I can't wait to write more! Hopefully tomorrow.
The front door closes and I turn back to Silvia, feeling elated at the knowledge that we're finally alone. I take a deep breath of relief and let it out slowly. "Now I can actually talk to you and not worry that someone's going to think I've gone insane." I chuckle to myself, gazing at her lovingly as she gazes right back.
An intense curiosity suddenly overcomes me, and questions start running through my head so fast I can barely keep up. "What? How?...Um, how do you feel? I mean, what do you feel?"
Silvia's eyes raise up in thought, obviously trying to wrap her mind around the question. She puts her hand to her mouth in contemplation, and then gazes at it as if she's wondering whether or not it's real. Whether or not she's real. She furrows her brow and tilts her head, then looks at me and graces me with a beautiful smile. The best smile in the world - at least that's what I've always thought.
"This may sound bizarre, considering the circumstances, but I actually...I feel great! I really do. I can't touch anything around me, which is frustrating, but I can touch myself." She runs one hand along a bare arm, and I raise my eyebrow suggestively at the meaning of her words. She smirks at me, knowing exactly where my mind has gone. "Pepa, you know I didn't mean it that way. What I mean is I feel like myself. Just because I can't touch anything around me doesn't mean I'm not here. I am here. I'm here, and I'm Silvia. The same Silvia who fell in love with her crazy, perverted sister-in-law!"
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." I waggle my brows at her jokingly and she laughs. It feels as if nothing has changed, yet I know everything has, and the questions just keep coming...
"So we know you can touch yourself..." She glares at me. "Don't worry, I'm not going to go there...yet. How about the ground, can you touch that?"
She stops her glaring to bend over and place her hand to it. "Hmmm, it's funny. It doesn't feel like the ground. It just feels like a barrier, you know? Like a stopping point, if that makes sense. I can't feel any details of the tile." She walks over to the carpet and runs her hand over it. "Or the fringe of the carpet."
"And what about when you fell through the bed yesterday? I didn't hear a sound when you hit the floor, and I didn't hear you make any noise. Did it hurt? Did you even feel it?"
Silvia's brow crinkles and I can tell she's enjoying these questions, this puzzle, trying to understand the complexities of her own non-existence. "Now that you mention it, I didn't feel anything. No ground, no pain. Here-" She quickly jumps up and drops to the floor in a heap, right on her beautiful ass. Whereas under normal circumstances she would have a pretty bruise on her bottom for attempting such a stunt, now, however, she flashes me an excited smile and says, "Nothing. It didn't hurt one bit."
"So you don't feel pain. Well, that's good at least. What about other...needs. You know, like...."
"Hunger? No. I don't feel hungry one bit. I haven't since I showed up in our room. Though, I do miss the taste of food..."
"No, I meant like --"
"Sleep? I was going to tell you about that Pepa. Last night, you fell asleep while we were talking. I tried to join you on the bed, but couldn't of course. And as the night wore on I realized I wasn't tired. I had no need for sleep. I was up all night, so I just..." Her voice trails away and she blushes softly while grinning at me.
"What?" I smile at my redhead curiously.
"I spent most of the night just looking at you," she admits, her blush darkening.
I stand up, her love drawing me to her. My feet inch me closer as I say, "So we know you don't need sleep. That's definitely new for you," I say teasingly. She shakes her head and continues to grin as I close the distance between us. "But when I asked about other needs I was referring to--"
"Going to the bathroom? No. Not at all. Which makes sense seeing as I don't have an appetite." She nods her head, approving her own sense of logic.
I roll my eyes at her scientific brain. Of course her mind went there. To make my point, I place my arms on either side of her, seemingly "trapping" her against the kitchen counter, though I know she could escape at any moment. "No, princess, I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about this." I lean my head in and gently kiss her mouth. The faintest tingling flows over my lips before I pull back and see her smiling and blushing furiously back at me.
"Oh." She whispers, slightly embarrassed that it took her so long to clue in.
"So, redhead, are you really devoid of all hunger? Or are there a few things that even eternity can't satisfy?"
"In this regard, Miranda, you have no need to worry. Nothing satisfies me like you do." Her eyes darken and I can tell she's feeling everything I'm feeling. My relief is palpable. Imaging my redhead not needing me in every way was something I don't think I could live with. Her eyes sweep over my face and her fingertip traces their pathway, leaving a soft trail of warmth along my skin. Even without being able to touch me, she touches me. My Silvia can do anything.
"Well, seeing as you're stuck with me, we'll just have to work on a way of satisfying all your needs." I push my body closer, pressing into her, wanting to know the sensation of merging my soul with hers.
"Oh, that reminds me!" She rushes through me unexpectedly, leaving me hanging onto the counter, feeling like an idiot who was about to make love to a kitchen cabinet.
"Pepa, come over here."
Obviously we aren't on the same page again, but I know how her mind works, and there is no use trying to steer it one way when it's flying in the other direction. "Where do you want me, princess?"
"Here." She points to the center of the kitchen floor, eyes glowing with excitement. I stroll over and stop at her appointed spot. She looks like a kid about to conduct a science project. She's fucking adorable when she gets this way. I can't stop myself from smiling at her enthusiasm. "Now, Pepa, just stay right there. Don't move, alright?"
"Okay..." I say, wondering why it would be so hard for me to stay in one place.
She winks at me. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," she waves and starts backing away slowly into the other room.
One foot. Five feet. Ten feet. She's in the living room. Fifteen feet. She's moving through the furniture. Twenty feet. She's starting to fade...her image is getting hazy. "Silvia?" I unconsciously step forward and she points at me to stay put. Twenty-five feet. She's entered the hall and I can barely see her. I squint my eyes, but it's no use. She's gone, she's disappeared. I can't see her and I start to panic. "SILVIA!!"
"There's no need to yell, I'm right behind you."
I spin around. My redhead is standing right behind me. My gaze shifts to the hallway and back towards her. "What...?" I ask in confusion.
"Along with watching you sleep last night, I did some experimenting. I was exploring the house, you know, checking on Paco in the living room, and then "Poof!", suddenly I was on the other side of our house. So I tried again, and "Poof!" - same thing. Then I went the other way and it happened again. It didn't matter which direction I headed off in, I always came back to the same place: You."
"Me?"
"Think of it like going around the world in an instance. I head in one direction..." Silvia turns around and runs straight away from me though the wall. I twirl around and see her coming at me just before stopping short and grinning up at me like a child. "...and end up full circle, right behind you."
The reality of what she's telling me starts to sink in, making me feel giddy. "So you're saying you can't ever be away from me, redhead?" I ask, utterly thrilled at the prospects.
"Yes, but it's more than that Pepa." She steps towards me and looks at me with shining eyes. "You're my center. Like an anchor, I'm tied to you - drawn to you like gravity. I can't escape you, Pepa. I think this means something."
"Yeah, it means I am the luckiest woman on earth."
"It means you're the key. You're the key to this mystery, and I'm here to help you find the lock."
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Spoilers: Post season finale
A/N - I wanted to post more entries this week, but my work turned into uber-craziness and I had to pull 12 hour shifts! Dios!! So here is my next entry. I think you'll like it. Please let me know what you think!! Comments are always welcome! I had fun writing it, and I can't wait to write more! Hopefully tomorrow.
The front door closes and I turn back to Silvia, feeling elated at the knowledge that we're finally alone. I take a deep breath of relief and let it out slowly. "Now I can actually talk to you and not worry that someone's going to think I've gone insane." I chuckle to myself, gazing at her lovingly as she gazes right back.
An intense curiosity suddenly overcomes me, and questions start running through my head so fast I can barely keep up. "What? How?...Um, how do you feel? I mean, what do you feel?"
Silvia's eyes raise up in thought, obviously trying to wrap her mind around the question. She puts her hand to her mouth in contemplation, and then gazes at it as if she's wondering whether or not it's real. Whether or not she's real. She furrows her brow and tilts her head, then looks at me and graces me with a beautiful smile. The best smile in the world - at least that's what I've always thought.
"This may sound bizarre, considering the circumstances, but I actually...I feel great! I really do. I can't touch anything around me, which is frustrating, but I can touch myself." She runs one hand along a bare arm, and I raise my eyebrow suggestively at the meaning of her words. She smirks at me, knowing exactly where my mind has gone. "Pepa, you know I didn't mean it that way. What I mean is I feel like myself. Just because I can't touch anything around me doesn't mean I'm not here. I am here. I'm here, and I'm Silvia. The same Silvia who fell in love with her crazy, perverted sister-in-law!"
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." I waggle my brows at her jokingly and she laughs. It feels as if nothing has changed, yet I know everything has, and the questions just keep coming...
"So we know you can touch yourself..." She glares at me. "Don't worry, I'm not going to go there...yet. How about the ground, can you touch that?"
She stops her glaring to bend over and place her hand to it. "Hmmm, it's funny. It doesn't feel like the ground. It just feels like a barrier, you know? Like a stopping point, if that makes sense. I can't feel any details of the tile." She walks over to the carpet and runs her hand over it. "Or the fringe of the carpet."
"And what about when you fell through the bed yesterday? I didn't hear a sound when you hit the floor, and I didn't hear you make any noise. Did it hurt? Did you even feel it?"
Silvia's brow crinkles and I can tell she's enjoying these questions, this puzzle, trying to understand the complexities of her own non-existence. "Now that you mention it, I didn't feel anything. No ground, no pain. Here-" She quickly jumps up and drops to the floor in a heap, right on her beautiful ass. Whereas under normal circumstances she would have a pretty bruise on her bottom for attempting such a stunt, now, however, she flashes me an excited smile and says, "Nothing. It didn't hurt one bit."
"So you don't feel pain. Well, that's good at least. What about other...needs. You know, like...."
"Hunger? No. I don't feel hungry one bit. I haven't since I showed up in our room. Though, I do miss the taste of food..."
"No, I meant like --"
"Sleep? I was going to tell you about that Pepa. Last night, you fell asleep while we were talking. I tried to join you on the bed, but couldn't of course. And as the night wore on I realized I wasn't tired. I had no need for sleep. I was up all night, so I just..." Her voice trails away and she blushes softly while grinning at me.
"What?" I smile at my redhead curiously.
"I spent most of the night just looking at you," she admits, her blush darkening.
I stand up, her love drawing me to her. My feet inch me closer as I say, "So we know you don't need sleep. That's definitely new for you," I say teasingly. She shakes her head and continues to grin as I close the distance between us. "But when I asked about other needs I was referring to--"
"Going to the bathroom? No. Not at all. Which makes sense seeing as I don't have an appetite." She nods her head, approving her own sense of logic.
I roll my eyes at her scientific brain. Of course her mind went there. To make my point, I place my arms on either side of her, seemingly "trapping" her against the kitchen counter, though I know she could escape at any moment. "No, princess, I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about this." I lean my head in and gently kiss her mouth. The faintest tingling flows over my lips before I pull back and see her smiling and blushing furiously back at me.
"Oh." She whispers, slightly embarrassed that it took her so long to clue in.
"So, redhead, are you really devoid of all hunger? Or are there a few things that even eternity can't satisfy?"
"In this regard, Miranda, you have no need to worry. Nothing satisfies me like you do." Her eyes darken and I can tell she's feeling everything I'm feeling. My relief is palpable. Imaging my redhead not needing me in every way was something I don't think I could live with. Her eyes sweep over my face and her fingertip traces their pathway, leaving a soft trail of warmth along my skin. Even without being able to touch me, she touches me. My Silvia can do anything.
"Well, seeing as you're stuck with me, we'll just have to work on a way of satisfying all your needs." I push my body closer, pressing into her, wanting to know the sensation of merging my soul with hers.
"Oh, that reminds me!" She rushes through me unexpectedly, leaving me hanging onto the counter, feeling like an idiot who was about to make love to a kitchen cabinet.
"Pepa, come over here."
Obviously we aren't on the same page again, but I know how her mind works, and there is no use trying to steer it one way when it's flying in the other direction. "Where do you want me, princess?"
"Here." She points to the center of the kitchen floor, eyes glowing with excitement. I stroll over and stop at her appointed spot. She looks like a kid about to conduct a science project. She's fucking adorable when she gets this way. I can't stop myself from smiling at her enthusiasm. "Now, Pepa, just stay right there. Don't move, alright?"
"Okay..." I say, wondering why it would be so hard for me to stay in one place.
She winks at me. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," she waves and starts backing away slowly into the other room.
One foot. Five feet. Ten feet. She's in the living room. Fifteen feet. She's moving through the furniture. Twenty feet. She's starting to fade...her image is getting hazy. "Silvia?" I unconsciously step forward and she points at me to stay put. Twenty-five feet. She's entered the hall and I can barely see her. I squint my eyes, but it's no use. She's gone, she's disappeared. I can't see her and I start to panic. "SILVIA!!"
"There's no need to yell, I'm right behind you."
I spin around. My redhead is standing right behind me. My gaze shifts to the hallway and back towards her. "What...?" I ask in confusion.
"Along with watching you sleep last night, I did some experimenting. I was exploring the house, you know, checking on Paco in the living room, and then "Poof!", suddenly I was on the other side of our house. So I tried again, and "Poof!" - same thing. Then I went the other way and it happened again. It didn't matter which direction I headed off in, I always came back to the same place: You."
"Me?"
"Think of it like going around the world in an instance. I head in one direction..." Silvia turns around and runs straight away from me though the wall. I twirl around and see her coming at me just before stopping short and grinning up at me like a child. "...and end up full circle, right behind you."
The reality of what she's telling me starts to sink in, making me feel giddy. "So you're saying you can't ever be away from me, redhead?" I ask, utterly thrilled at the prospects.
"Yes, but it's more than that Pepa." She steps towards me and looks at me with shining eyes. "You're my center. Like an anchor, I'm tied to you - drawn to you like gravity. I can't escape you, Pepa. I think this means something."
"Yeah, it means I am the luckiest woman on earth."
"It means you're the key. You're the key to this mystery, and I'm here to help you find the lock."