Fanfiction: Starting Off With A Bang
Title: Starting Off With A Bang
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Timeline: Our girls are married! No death/despair/carnage at their wedding! Hooray!!
A/N: I meant to get this done and posted by New Year's Eve, but no such luck. However, I feel I'm posting this close enough to still be relevant, yeah? Yes, this fic is my entry into junebuggy 's Smut Challenge (thanks for keeping things spicy here, juney), BUT it is also my way of paying back the amazing authors of this forum. It's my gift to you. I hope it motivates you to continue writing and keeps you warm on those cold winter nights... *wink*
My head is pounding as I trudge up the last stairs to my home sweet home roundabout 11 P.M. I'm hoping against hope that my new wife isn't going to rip my head off for being so late. Our first New Years as a married couple and I'm getting awfully close to missing it! Silvia's gonna have a fit when I open this door, seeing as I'm currently half covered in mud courtesy of a particularly rough tousle between me and a young miscreant trying to resist arrest. He ended up in handcuffs and I ended up with sludge in my jean pockets. What a great way to end 2009.
I was doing my damnedest all day long to keep Silvia "informed" of my whereabouts - her favorite thing to complain about. But how easy is it to call your wife when you're shoving a suspect against a wall or chasing thieves down an alley way? Trust me, it isn't.
"B home @ 8pm" was my first communiqué this evening, followed by an unfortunate update: "Bhind w/ booking. Shld b home round 9." Then a pessimistic: "Betr make that 10." And lastly: "No l8tr than 10:30 - promise luv."
I inwardly cringe when I remember that last one. I had meant it! But how was I supposed to know that the cells were full-up for the night at our precinct and I was going to have to transfer this hoodlum to a different jail? What a fucking fiasco. I will barely be able to make the party by midnight, which is the whole point of this stupid holiday, isn't it? And if anything keeps me from kissing my redhead when that clock strikes twelve I'm going to blow a gasket! That is, if she even lets me kiss her after not keeping my word. I roll my eyes at that thought. All my hard work keeping her "informed" today just went down the drain...
That's what runs through my mind as I crack open the front door, anticipating a rant but meeting only silence. Absolute silence. I can see a quickly scrawled note that's been flung onto the coffee table. Even from this distance I can tell by the curve of Silvia's handwriting that the tone is pissed-off....
Pepa:
I got sick of waiting for my wife to escort me to the party, so I left without you. You'd better have a damn good excuse for breaking your plans with me (several times over), and you had BETTER be at Paco's place before midnight, or 2010 is going to be a very rocky year for our marriage!
Love,
Mrs. Castro Miranda... At least for now....
Ok, Ok, I could deal with this. There was a distinctively sarcastic tone to her note, and sarcasm I can work with. As long as I make it to that party before midnight I'm golden. I dash into the bedroom and scour my wardrobe looking for the absolute hottest outfit I can put together in five minutes. My only hope is to pour on enough sex appeal that it inflames her passion and not her fury. I cross my fingers and jump into the shower.
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I have a hell of a time finding a parking spot with all the people partying at Paco's apartment complex tonight. The front of the building is half blocked by revelers drinking and laughing. As I walk through the entranceway I can see open doors on every floor. People are weaving in and out of units like it's one big New Year's Eve bash. Everyone's mingling and making merry like one big happy family and I can't stop the grin that breaks across my face at the sight of it all. Now, if I could find my redhead this party would turn from pleasant to perfect.
I spot Aitor and Povedilla chatting up some girls in the courtyard and I make my way over to them as quickly as I can, dodging some grabby hands and drunken off-color comments about my tits. Ok, maybe everyone becoming a big happy family in this building isn't all roses and sunshine. One fella with a particularly filthy mouth is making me just itch to shove my badge in his face and kick his ass into overnight lockup. But I'm feeling generous tonight, so I give the asshole the benefit of the doubt. I'll just write it off as a bit of festive over-indulgence. Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind a little over-indulgence myself.
On the way over to my compadres I shoot my hand into a barrel of beers and snap the cap off on a nearby table. The ice-cold liquid hits the back of my throat like a cool embrace and I smack my lips with delight right in Aitor's ear, making him trip over his words and stutter in front of his new flavor of the hour - some blonde-haired, blue-eyed kid that looked about as interesting as a lecture on inter-office paperwork. She was soooo not my type.
"Hola, Aitor." I take on a serious expression and nod at the petite blonde. "Sorry to interrupt, ma'am, but this is official police business." She giggles at my joke as I sling an arm around Aitor's shoulder and pinch his cheek like an obnoxious big sister.
He slaps my arm away. "Pepa, cut it out! Where have you been, anyway? Silvia's been asking about you every ten minutes and it's starting to get annoyin..." His voice trails off as he gets a better look at me. His eyes rake over my revealing halter top and low rise leather pants in slack-jawed appreciation. My bare arm flexes as I toss back another swig of beer. He gulps in response as though we were drinking from the same spout.
'Little Miss Blue Eyes' crosses her arms in a huff and storms away, breaking him out of his hormonal hypnosis. "Ah, fuck," he mutters and dashes off. I just shake my head. Will that guy ever catch a clue? I learned long ago that when you set your sights on someone you have to put blinders on for the rest of the night, focus entirely on her, or you'll lose your prey. That kind of discipline use to be tough for me, but these days it's a piece of cake. It takes no effort at all to have eyes for only one. Speaking of which...
I throw my other arm across Povedilla's shoulders and give his new lady friend a wry smile and wink. "So, Pove, where is my old ball and chain, anyway? It's getting close to midnight and I want to make sure I get my kiss!"
Povedilla pardons himself to the woman he's been chatting up before giving me his full attention. He's such a gentleman. Aitor could really learn a thing or two from this guy.
"Pepa, um, I'd be careful what you say." He cranes his neck scanning our surroundings before turning back to me conspiratorially. Then in a half whisper, "If Silvia heard you call her your 'old ball and chain' she may just smack you. She's been threatening to all night."
I chuckle initially and then bite my lip in worry when I see Povedilla's earnest expression. I'd hoped by now she would've had a few drinks, a few laughs, and wouldn't be on the warpath. No such luck, I suppose.
"Damn. Is she really that bent out of shape?"
"Well, I don't know. She was probably only joking," he nods but I can see he's unsure of that assumption. "You'd better find her fast though." He glances at his watch and I turn my head to catch a glimpse of it myself. Fuck. I only have twenty minutes before midnight!
"Thanks for the heads up, Pove. Where did you see her last?"
"Upstairs on the walkway, in front of Paco's apartment. She was talking to some fellow officers. Don Lorenzo invited the neighboring precinct to join us tonight, that's why there are so many people here."
I take another look around and notice some bulges where gun holsters are hidden under jackets. A few brash gold watches signifying years of service. Scuffed boots, several scars, and of course a multitude of smug expressions. Yep, police officers through and through.
"I guess I'm not the only one who likes to carry my sidearm on off-hours, huh?" I half mutter to myself.
"Well, you know what they say: A cop is never off duty. Right?" The brunette Povedilla had been talking to chimes in.
"Oh, um, where are my manners," He fumbles over his words. "Pepa Miranda meet Patricia DeAnda. She works for commissioner Juarez."
I reach out to shake her hand and see a slight sparkle in her eye. It looks like so far my outfit is doing the trick, unfortunately it's working on all the wrong people. I think I better nip this in the bud right away...
"Actually, Povedilla, that's Pepa Miranda Castro, remember?" I quickly correct, with added emphasis.
"Oh, I know," Patricia clarifies, "I met your wife earlier. You're a very lucky woman. She looked stunning and rather anxious to find you. I can't say that I blame her."
Her expression is warm and welcoming, and I smile tightly, unsure how to react. My attention darts over to Povedilla who also looks surprised by this new discovery. We lock eyes and I subtly tilt my head to the side as if to say, "Sorry, Pove." He just shrugs back and smiles. You gotta love Povedilla. He just rolls with the punches. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from this guy as well.
I kiss his cheek affectionately and finally say, "Well then, I better find my wife fast or I won't ever live this night down. Thanks, Pove. Nice to meet you, Patricia."
I take my leave and start heading up the closest flight of stairs. As I twist my way through the throng of people, my anxiety growing with every minute that slips by, I feel as though my life is embodying a warped fairy tale. Only in this story I'm the prince trying to find her princess before the clock strikes midnight and all hell breaks loose: Her dress turns into a pumpkin, her delicate flesh turns to scales, and fire starts pouring from her mouth. Hmmmm... Maybe that's not how that particular story went. I never did pay much attention to those silly tales. Well, unless the princess was in drag. Then it definitely captured my imagination!
I manage to break through a thick group of fellow officers, waving a few hellos to friendly faces. That's when I spy her. My beautiful wife, and I do mean beautiful. She is smiling up at a gentleman with those sparkling eyes glowing in the dim light. Her slinky black dress loose and tight in all the right places. That red mane of hair spilling out over her shoulders and trailing down her bare upper arms. How many times have I run my fingers through those fiery locks? Buried my nose in her tresses and breathed in that unique Silvia scent? God, I don't think I can count that high.
Before making my presence known she seems to sense my arrival, her eyes turning in my direction. I can tell by the set of her jaw and the lone tapping finger on her wine glass that she has every intention ripping me to shreds with a glare. That idea, however, is cast aside when the crowd clears and she receives a full view of my ensemble.
Even from this distance I can see her breathing stop. Her pursed lips relax and part as I watch her eyes take me in from head to toe and back again. Meanwhile I take a drag off my beer bottle and wink at her cheekily. What can I say? I look hot and I know it. And thank God for that, because of all the nights I want my princess to be on my good side, tonight would be on top of the list.
She grins and bites her lip despite herself. She raises an eyebrow along with her wine glass in a silent toast and I return the gesture. We both drink, our eyes never breaking contact. Her head then moves, almost imperceptibly. A silent order I am all too familiar with. One that tells me to get my ass over to her before she changes her mind and decides to stay mad at me. I can read her like an open book.
As I step forward and squeeze my way past some bodies I see Silvia's attention taken away by a stranger that Don Lorenzo is now introducing her to. She turns to shake his hand, instantly casting her body in a different light, and what my eyes behold makes me stumble and grab the railing to keep from falling.
Before me, exposed under the cool night sky, is the entirety of Silvia's soft creamy back. Her black dress is hanging from her body like the open leaves of a tree, covering little and hiding nothing. My jaw goes slack and I unconsciously lick my lips while watching her muscles tremble beneath the surface as she moves. Every soft dip and curve of her shoulders and waist is in full view as the shadows play across her body.
I want that... Skin. Body. Her. With me. Under me. Inside of me...
Those are the only thoughts running through my mind. That is, until a much more unpleasant exchange invades my fantasy:
"Whoa, dude. Check out that redhead over there."
"Ohh hooo! Niiiice. That dress is so low you can almost see the top of her ass. Man, I sure would love a piece of that. I would ride her all night long."
"Fuck yeah!"
Two bottles clink together in celebration next to me and my pleasurable dream has suddenly turned into a nightmare... Hello? Earth to Pepa. My brain calls out. You may be able to delight in Silvia's skin with your eyes, but so can everyone else here!!
That's when my exhaustion, stress, and lust-soaked jealousy overwhelm my mind, creating a rapid fire of synapses akin to an overloading motherboard. In short: I fucking snap!
"What the fuck did you just say?" I snarl.
He distractedly looks my way. "Um..yeah, what? What did I say?" The neanderthal replies with a self-satisfied grin. I swear to God, I'm gonna toss this fucker off the walkway and he can celebrate the new year with two broken legs!
I step closer. "You said something about that redhead over there? Do you remember now, buddy?"
He snickers, "Yeah, I remember. I just said it, didn't I?" He rolls his eyes and his moronic friend laughs in reaction.
My blood runs hot and I press into the guy, gripping his collar tight in my fist. "Well that redhead happens to be my wife," my words hiss through clenched teeth. "And I'm the only one allowed to call her redhead. Understand? So if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your eyes and mouth shut for the rest of the night. Got it?" I end with a slight push against his throat trying to drive the point home. Obviously he wasn't listening...
"You're married to that redhead? Fuck me, what I wouldn't give to see a show like that! I'm gettin' hard just thinkin' about it --"
I slam him against the railing, twisting his collar like a vise. "You just pissed off the wrong cop!" And without even thinking, my fingers are wrapping around the gun tucked into the back of my pants and I pull the barrel free, quickly pressing it into the guy's face with the intent of scaring him shitless. It works.
"What the fuck!! Help! Someone get this bitch off of me!" He pulls at my fingers, trying to ease the pressure I'm putting on his throat. His pal grabs me by the arm and I release my grip so that I can shove him off. He stumbles over his own feet and falls to the ground, a definite look of fear on his face.
Before I know what's happening I hear Silvia yelling my name and Don Lorenzo is wrenching my gun hand behind my back, forcing the weapon to drop to the ground.
"Agent Miranda!! What the hell has gotten into you!"
He loosens his hold on me and I break free. Teeth grinding, nostrils flaring, I wrestle with my anger while trying to explain, "Don Lorenzo, this dirtbag was --"
"This dirtbag happens to be my good friend, commissioner Juarez's son!!" Don Lorenzo growls. I see someone step forward next to him with an angry glint in his eye. The same man who was making nice with Don Lorenzo and Silvia a moment before. From his prominent frown and resemblance to the dirtbag in question, I presume he is commissioner Juarez. My father-in-law's 'good friend.' Great! Fine! But that doesn't mean his son isn't a complete asshole!
"I think you owe this young man an apology..." Don Lorenzo's request is in truth a direct order, and I am well aware of it.
"Papa, he --"
"Pepa!!" Damn if spit didn't just spew from my father-in-law's mouth. I think I chose the wrong moment to call him "Papa".
I turn away from my judges and towards my victim. I can't bring myself to lie, but then I realize with relief that I don't need to. "Don Lorenzo is right. I do owe you an apology."
The cocky son-of-a-bitch steps away from the railing, straightening his collar. He walks right up to me, his pleased grin making my body tense with rage. "Well...?" His smile widens but I stand my ground, projecting hatred wrapped inside of mute obstinance. His hand rises up to cup his ear, tilting his head slightly towards me expectantly like a spoiled little shit who's always gotten his way. "I'm waiting..."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pulled a gun on you. As an off duty officer it was extremely unprofessional and unethical. Now, what I should have done was this --" My fist flies through the air and slams into his nose with a sickening crunch. Typically that sound makes me flinch, but right now it's like music to my ears. "Thanks for allowing me to fix my mistake," I nod and grin with my arms crossed over my chest in satisfaction.
"For fuck's sake, Miranda!!" Don Lorenzo bellows.
"She broke my fucking nose! I'll fucking kill you, you bitch!" The prick screams at me as his father scurries over to help him off the ground. Juarez Jr. is now holding his bleeding nose with both hands and wailing like a baby.
"Maybe next time you'll keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, buddy!"
"Silvia, I'll take care of this. Get Pepa out of here! Now!!" Don Lorenzo demands. I feel Silvia tugging at my arm as she pulls me away. That doesn't stop me from trying to rush back, though, when I hear the commissioner's son yelling, "That's right, run! Run away, you fucking dyke! You and your dyke wife make me sick! You hear me? What you both need is a nice cock to fix you. I'll give it to you, baby!"
As much as I try to rip my arm free, I can't loosen my wife's grip. "Silvia, did you hear what that son-of-a-bitch just said to us!"
"I don't give a shit what he said to us, Pepa!" She shoves me into the bathroom and slams the door closed behind us, locking it and flashing her eyes at me.
I point a finger at her in defense. "Silvia, he deserved it!"
"Deserved a gun in his face and a broken nose?!"
"I had the safety on the whole time."
"You call that an excuse!"
"You should've heard the things he said about you!"
"God dammit, Miranda! I am not going to spend the rest of my life holding you back from killing some idiot who's saying stupid things! You're being ridiculous! Who gives a fuck what he said!"
"I do!!"
"Why?! What? Are you so worried that I'm going to overhear what he says and be offended? I'm not a child, Pepa! Or maybe you think I'm gonna hear him and suddenly think, 'Oh, gee! He's such a catch! I better leave Pepa for him!' Is that it? Does he threaten you somehow?"
"Pfffftt!!" I scoff. "Him threaten me? Please!"
"Well he obviously got under your skin, didn't he? What was it? What did he say to set off 'psycho cop'?
"It's not worth repeating."
"Apparently it is considering how you wouldn't let it go! What did he say, Pepa?"
"He..." I cross my arms, this time in embarrassment. I suddenly feel like a guilty child who's been caught in a playground brawl. "He was talking about your dress...talking about how much it exposed..."
"That's it??"
"He was saying what he would like to do to you!"
"That's what got you so up in arms?"
"Well dammit, Silvia, the whole freakin' complex can see every inch of you in that fucking dress!!" The words are out of my mouth before I even have a chance to process them. And boy do I regret it...
Her mouth widens in astonishment just before tightening with vexation. "Okay. Now I get it. So it's me you're angry at, right? You don't like my dress? You think I'm dressed like a slut or something?!"
"Now, Silvia, I didn't say that --"
"You didn't have to! It's written all over your face!"
Boy, was this night not turning out as planned. "No, you've got me all wrong. I love your dress, Silvia. I just don't want anyone to see you in it, that's all --"
"Really? Like you can just shut me away from the rest of the world? Well, Miranda, I just happen to like the way it looks, like the way it feels, and I also happen to be wearing this dress for YOU!" She strides forward all the while poking me in the chest - none to gently I might add. "But you didn't show up at home when you were supposed to, did you? In fact you NEVER showed up at all! And I had to make the quick decision whether to wear this dress with or without your consent, not that I need your permission to wear anything! I think I have the right to wear whatever the hell I want!!"
My back hits the cool tiled wall behind me, the result of her pushing me further and further back with every word, step, and shove of her hand. That's when I register how ragged my breathing is. How red her cheeks glow when they flush with pique. Her chest is rising and falling with frenzied breaths and I can see flames burning in her eyes. Her body so close to mine, almost touching, and her hand pressing firmly against my shoulder, burning my skin with its heat. Suddenly her eyes drop down to my lips and that's all it takes for our mouths to come crashing together. Licking, tasting, sucking, devouring one another in sublime fury. I can barely get enough as our bodies grip and pull together, desperate to become one.
One of my hands clutches her hair while the other slides down over her bare back, straight under the fabric of her dress and over her firm ass. I grip hard and pull her tight against me. She moans into me as I start to grind against her, our mouths so deeply connected I can't tell whose tongue is whose. I push off the wall and lift her up onto the sink, her legs quickly wrapping around me as I thrust against her, tasting her sweet flavor on my tongue.
Our mouths rip apart and I start my descent down her neck, relishing every salty lick and warm pump of blood beneath her skin's surface.
"Fuck, Pepa, I've been wanting you all night. Why'd you have to be so fucking late..." Silvia scolds me again, only this time it comes out as a half groan half whimper. I smile against her pulse point. I don't mind this kind of reprimand. No sir, not one bit.
"Sorry, baby. I had to take care of business." I run my tongue up the length of her neck and along her ear before pulling back and staring into her eyes. "Someone's got to bring these criminals to justice." I wink.
"Pepa?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
Silvia grabs a fistful of hair and slams our mouths back together, plunging her tongue deep inside of me. A groan tears through me, and my body starts rocking into hers in primal reaction. I slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Without hesitation, my head dips down, my tongue lavishing long strokes over her taught nipples and soft, swelling flesh. I nip and bite and delight in every melodic noise that rolls off her tongue. Then I wrap my lips around her breast and suck deeply, rhythmically. Pulling her into me as though I could consume her.
Her head rolls back against the mirror as she holds me against her. "Oh God, Pepa!" Is the only coherent thought that breaks free from her lips. If you can call that coherent.
My mouth releases and I flick my tongue over her sensitized nipple. "Fuck, redhead, you taste so good. So fucking sweet, all I want to do is eat you..."
"So then eat me..." The words slip from her mouth like satin, making my body shudder. Our eyes lock together and her smoldering gaze traps me in its heat; her teeth biting into her lower lip with need.
My tongue darts out and tastes one breast. Then the other. Our eyes never releasing their connection as my hands slide the silky material up her smooth thighs, tugging her panties off in one swift motion. I drop down on my knees and place her legs over my shoulders, kneading her muscled thighs with gentle fingers. Feeling them twitch beneath each caress with anticipation. I can smell her arousal in the air and my eyes close of their own accord, forcing me to focus only on her scent. And then I'm tasting her. Spreading and exploring her like an expert who's charted these waters before, each trip bringing about new pleasures.
Her fingers are running through my hair, pulling me into her. She's panting heavily now as my tongue roams over her soaked center, sliding inside of her and back out again. Giving her just enough to keep her wanting. Just enough to make her melt and pour. I groan as her waves of desire surround me and fill me up with an aching need that I swear will never be sated for as long as I live. I'll never get enough of her, have enough of her. I glory in that knowledge, knowing that I'll feel this way forever. Wanting her till the day I die.
Then Silvia is pulling me back up and tasting herself on my lips with a wild hunger that makes my legs weaken and tremble. She tears our mouths apart and orders, "Undo your pants. Slide them down, but don't take them off." My eyes widen as white heat surges though me and I follow her orders without question. It's not often that Silvia calls the shots in the bedroom, but when she does...oh my fucking God. It's like I've died and gone to heaven. Though this heaven is a lot like hell: Hot, steamy, and making me beg for mercy.
"Touch yourself," she whispers against my lips.
I almost choke in immediate reaction. Stunned into a salacious paralysis until she strokes my arm with purpose, guiding my hand downward over my abdomen and through my soft, dark curls until I finally reach my center. My eyes close as my own fingers slide inside of me.
"Are you wet for me, Pepa?" She asks, one of her hands tight against my cheek while the other caresses my arm in subtle coaxing, silently telling me to move back and forth through my own slick arousal. Our foreheads are pressed together; sweat and breath mingling between us.
"You know I am, baby..." I manage to say, my mind barely able to think let alone answer a question.
"I want to taste you," she purrs, pulling my arm away from my body and back up to her. She slides her fingers up along my forearm all the way to my hand and slips each of my slick digits into her mouth. Her eyelids flutter closed and she moans in appreciation, the sight of which almost makes me come right then and there.
When she opens her eyes she kisses my palm, then guides it to her own center. I can feel her heat before I even touch her.
"Fuck me, Pepa." She says it like a command, and it completely undoes me. I slide inside of her hard and fast; pumping and thrusting and making her arch against me like a pulled bow. Her cries and moans are pulsing in my ear as she grips onto me, riding my fingers with unrestrained intensity. I can feel her walls around me, flexing against me, making my body melt and sizzle.
"Pepa...Pepaaa..." She groans, and I know she's close. Without warning her hand drops down and her fingers glide into my liquid heat. She pushes inside of me and fucks me fast - matching my rhythm and making my molten core flame and burn in a red hot instant.
"Oh fuck yes, Silvia!"
"Oh God, Pepa!"
We both come, screaming each other's names into the other's mouth. Tasting our arousal in the air. Our sweating bodies clinging to each other and shuddering in a wake of ecstasy.
As we're both panting, gripping onto the other for support, I can hear sirens in the distance. But that sound is immediately drowned out by a familiar chant:
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
My body vibrates as I start to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Silvia breathes against me, still trying to catch her breath.
"I guess we're starting out this year with a bang, huh?"
"You're tellin' me!" She starts giggling too, and it morphs into a joint laughing fit.
I squeeze her tightly and whisper "I love you" into her ear. She responds in kind and follows with a "Happy New Year." That's when I finally get my kiss - a long, slow, lingering kiss filled with promises of the year to come. Once we pull apart I can't help but continue, kissing her sweaty forehead, her blushing cheeks, and finally the tip of her nose.
"I think you taught me a very valuable lesson today, redhead."
"Oh? You mean that you shouldn't pull guns on innocent people?"
"No. I learned that I like taking orders from you." I raise a sardonic brow and receive a head shake in return.
"Well, I guess that's something..."
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Five minutes later and we're finally leaving the bathroom, still a little sweaty and definitely looking pleased with ourselves. I expect to get a suspension straightaway from Don Lorenzo, but when we see him he comes over to us and hugs me tightly.
"Happy New Year, Pepa." Two kisses, and he turns to Silvia.
"Happy New Year, cariño."
Kiss. Kiss.
This seems like a good opportunity to plead my case once more: "Don Lorenzo, I'm sorry for --"
"Tss!" He holds up his hand. "There's no need to apologize, Pepa." He pats me on the cheek and walks away.
"What's gotten into him? I thought he'd be ripping my badge off my chest."
Curtis sidles up and interjects, "Ahh, but you didn't see what happened after Silvia pulled you away. Don Lorenzo was trying to calm that jerk down, but that guy wouldn't stop screaming about the two of you. Calling you all sorts of awful names. Finally, Don Lorenzo laid him out flat. Gave him a second blow. Knocked out two of his teeth! Commissioner Juarez and his son are outside in an ambulance right now. So much for making friends with our neighbors, huh?"
I flash a pleased smile at my princess. "I told you he deserved it." I wink and start laughing at her annoyed expression. All of a sudden Silvia gives me a really hard smack on the ass.
"Heeyyy! What the hell was that for?"
"That was for being late!"
"Oh really? It had nothing to do with my being right and your father taking my side?"
"No it did not! And besides, no one said you were right."
"I did."
"Well, there's a big surprise..."
I tickle her in the ribs and she tickles me back.
"Hey, redhead, I've decided on my New Year's resolution for 2010."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"To get you mad at me as often as possible."
"That one shouldn't be hard for you to keep..."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Timeline: Our girls are married! No death/despair/carnage at their wedding! Hooray!!
A/N: I meant to get this done and posted by New Year's Eve, but no such luck. However, I feel I'm posting this close enough to still be relevant, yeah? Yes, this fic is my entry into junebuggy 's Smut Challenge (thanks for keeping things spicy here, juney), BUT it is also my way of paying back the amazing authors of this forum. It's my gift to you. I hope it motivates you to continue writing and keeps you warm on those cold winter nights... *wink*
My head is pounding as I trudge up the last stairs to my home sweet home roundabout 11 P.M. I'm hoping against hope that my new wife isn't going to rip my head off for being so late. Our first New Years as a married couple and I'm getting awfully close to missing it! Silvia's gonna have a fit when I open this door, seeing as I'm currently half covered in mud courtesy of a particularly rough tousle between me and a young miscreant trying to resist arrest. He ended up in handcuffs and I ended up with sludge in my jean pockets. What a great way to end 2009.
I was doing my damnedest all day long to keep Silvia "informed" of my whereabouts - her favorite thing to complain about. But how easy is it to call your wife when you're shoving a suspect against a wall or chasing thieves down an alley way? Trust me, it isn't.
"B home @ 8pm" was my first communiqué this evening, followed by an unfortunate update: "Bhind w/ booking. Shld b home round 9." Then a pessimistic: "Betr make that 10." And lastly: "No l8tr than 10:30 - promise luv."
I inwardly cringe when I remember that last one. I had meant it! But how was I supposed to know that the cells were full-up for the night at our precinct and I was going to have to transfer this hoodlum to a different jail? What a fucking fiasco. I will barely be able to make the party by midnight, which is the whole point of this stupid holiday, isn't it? And if anything keeps me from kissing my redhead when that clock strikes twelve I'm going to blow a gasket! That is, if she even lets me kiss her after not keeping my word. I roll my eyes at that thought. All my hard work keeping her "informed" today just went down the drain...
That's what runs through my mind as I crack open the front door, anticipating a rant but meeting only silence. Absolute silence. I can see a quickly scrawled note that's been flung onto the coffee table. Even from this distance I can tell by the curve of Silvia's handwriting that the tone is pissed-off....
Pepa:
I got sick of waiting for my wife to escort me to the party, so I left without you. You'd better have a damn good excuse for breaking your plans with me (several times over), and you had BETTER be at Paco's place before midnight, or 2010 is going to be a very rocky year for our marriage!
Love,
Mrs. Castro Miranda... At least for now....
Ok, Ok, I could deal with this. There was a distinctively sarcastic tone to her note, and sarcasm I can work with. As long as I make it to that party before midnight I'm golden. I dash into the bedroom and scour my wardrobe looking for the absolute hottest outfit I can put together in five minutes. My only hope is to pour on enough sex appeal that it inflames her passion and not her fury. I cross my fingers and jump into the shower.
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I have a hell of a time finding a parking spot with all the people partying at Paco's apartment complex tonight. The front of the building is half blocked by revelers drinking and laughing. As I walk through the entranceway I can see open doors on every floor. People are weaving in and out of units like it's one big New Year's Eve bash. Everyone's mingling and making merry like one big happy family and I can't stop the grin that breaks across my face at the sight of it all. Now, if I could find my redhead this party would turn from pleasant to perfect.
I spot Aitor and Povedilla chatting up some girls in the courtyard and I make my way over to them as quickly as I can, dodging some grabby hands and drunken off-color comments about my tits. Ok, maybe everyone becoming a big happy family in this building isn't all roses and sunshine. One fella with a particularly filthy mouth is making me just itch to shove my badge in his face and kick his ass into overnight lockup. But I'm feeling generous tonight, so I give the asshole the benefit of the doubt. I'll just write it off as a bit of festive over-indulgence. Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind a little over-indulgence myself.
On the way over to my compadres I shoot my hand into a barrel of beers and snap the cap off on a nearby table. The ice-cold liquid hits the back of my throat like a cool embrace and I smack my lips with delight right in Aitor's ear, making him trip over his words and stutter in front of his new flavor of the hour - some blonde-haired, blue-eyed kid that looked about as interesting as a lecture on inter-office paperwork. She was soooo not my type.
"Hola, Aitor." I take on a serious expression and nod at the petite blonde. "Sorry to interrupt, ma'am, but this is official police business." She giggles at my joke as I sling an arm around Aitor's shoulder and pinch his cheek like an obnoxious big sister.
He slaps my arm away. "Pepa, cut it out! Where have you been, anyway? Silvia's been asking about you every ten minutes and it's starting to get annoyin..." His voice trails off as he gets a better look at me. His eyes rake over my revealing halter top and low rise leather pants in slack-jawed appreciation. My bare arm flexes as I toss back another swig of beer. He gulps in response as though we were drinking from the same spout.
'Little Miss Blue Eyes' crosses her arms in a huff and storms away, breaking him out of his hormonal hypnosis. "Ah, fuck," he mutters and dashes off. I just shake my head. Will that guy ever catch a clue? I learned long ago that when you set your sights on someone you have to put blinders on for the rest of the night, focus entirely on her, or you'll lose your prey. That kind of discipline use to be tough for me, but these days it's a piece of cake. It takes no effort at all to have eyes for only one. Speaking of which...
I throw my other arm across Povedilla's shoulders and give his new lady friend a wry smile and wink. "So, Pove, where is my old ball and chain, anyway? It's getting close to midnight and I want to make sure I get my kiss!"
Povedilla pardons himself to the woman he's been chatting up before giving me his full attention. He's such a gentleman. Aitor could really learn a thing or two from this guy.
"Pepa, um, I'd be careful what you say." He cranes his neck scanning our surroundings before turning back to me conspiratorially. Then in a half whisper, "If Silvia heard you call her your 'old ball and chain' she may just smack you. She's been threatening to all night."
I chuckle initially and then bite my lip in worry when I see Povedilla's earnest expression. I'd hoped by now she would've had a few drinks, a few laughs, and wouldn't be on the warpath. No such luck, I suppose.
"Damn. Is she really that bent out of shape?"
"Well, I don't know. She was probably only joking," he nods but I can see he's unsure of that assumption. "You'd better find her fast though." He glances at his watch and I turn my head to catch a glimpse of it myself. Fuck. I only have twenty minutes before midnight!
"Thanks for the heads up, Pove. Where did you see her last?"
"Upstairs on the walkway, in front of Paco's apartment. She was talking to some fellow officers. Don Lorenzo invited the neighboring precinct to join us tonight, that's why there are so many people here."
I take another look around and notice some bulges where gun holsters are hidden under jackets. A few brash gold watches signifying years of service. Scuffed boots, several scars, and of course a multitude of smug expressions. Yep, police officers through and through.
"I guess I'm not the only one who likes to carry my sidearm on off-hours, huh?" I half mutter to myself.
"Well, you know what they say: A cop is never off duty. Right?" The brunette Povedilla had been talking to chimes in.
"Oh, um, where are my manners," He fumbles over his words. "Pepa Miranda meet Patricia DeAnda. She works for commissioner Juarez."
I reach out to shake her hand and see a slight sparkle in her eye. It looks like so far my outfit is doing the trick, unfortunately it's working on all the wrong people. I think I better nip this in the bud right away...
"Actually, Povedilla, that's Pepa Miranda Castro, remember?" I quickly correct, with added emphasis.
"Oh, I know," Patricia clarifies, "I met your wife earlier. You're a very lucky woman. She looked stunning and rather anxious to find you. I can't say that I blame her."
Her expression is warm and welcoming, and I smile tightly, unsure how to react. My attention darts over to Povedilla who also looks surprised by this new discovery. We lock eyes and I subtly tilt my head to the side as if to say, "Sorry, Pove." He just shrugs back and smiles. You gotta love Povedilla. He just rolls with the punches. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from this guy as well.
I kiss his cheek affectionately and finally say, "Well then, I better find my wife fast or I won't ever live this night down. Thanks, Pove. Nice to meet you, Patricia."
I take my leave and start heading up the closest flight of stairs. As I twist my way through the throng of people, my anxiety growing with every minute that slips by, I feel as though my life is embodying a warped fairy tale. Only in this story I'm the prince trying to find her princess before the clock strikes midnight and all hell breaks loose: Her dress turns into a pumpkin, her delicate flesh turns to scales, and fire starts pouring from her mouth. Hmmmm... Maybe that's not how that particular story went. I never did pay much attention to those silly tales. Well, unless the princess was in drag. Then it definitely captured my imagination!
I manage to break through a thick group of fellow officers, waving a few hellos to friendly faces. That's when I spy her. My beautiful wife, and I do mean beautiful. She is smiling up at a gentleman with those sparkling eyes glowing in the dim light. Her slinky black dress loose and tight in all the right places. That red mane of hair spilling out over her shoulders and trailing down her bare upper arms. How many times have I run my fingers through those fiery locks? Buried my nose in her tresses and breathed in that unique Silvia scent? God, I don't think I can count that high.
Before making my presence known she seems to sense my arrival, her eyes turning in my direction. I can tell by the set of her jaw and the lone tapping finger on her wine glass that she has every intention ripping me to shreds with a glare. That idea, however, is cast aside when the crowd clears and she receives a full view of my ensemble.
Even from this distance I can see her breathing stop. Her pursed lips relax and part as I watch her eyes take me in from head to toe and back again. Meanwhile I take a drag off my beer bottle and wink at her cheekily. What can I say? I look hot and I know it. And thank God for that, because of all the nights I want my princess to be on my good side, tonight would be on top of the list.
She grins and bites her lip despite herself. She raises an eyebrow along with her wine glass in a silent toast and I return the gesture. We both drink, our eyes never breaking contact. Her head then moves, almost imperceptibly. A silent order I am all too familiar with. One that tells me to get my ass over to her before she changes her mind and decides to stay mad at me. I can read her like an open book.
As I step forward and squeeze my way past some bodies I see Silvia's attention taken away by a stranger that Don Lorenzo is now introducing her to. She turns to shake his hand, instantly casting her body in a different light, and what my eyes behold makes me stumble and grab the railing to keep from falling.
Before me, exposed under the cool night sky, is the entirety of Silvia's soft creamy back. Her black dress is hanging from her body like the open leaves of a tree, covering little and hiding nothing. My jaw goes slack and I unconsciously lick my lips while watching her muscles tremble beneath the surface as she moves. Every soft dip and curve of her shoulders and waist is in full view as the shadows play across her body.
I want that... Skin. Body. Her. With me. Under me. Inside of me...
Those are the only thoughts running through my mind. That is, until a much more unpleasant exchange invades my fantasy:
"Whoa, dude. Check out that redhead over there."
"Ohh hooo! Niiiice. That dress is so low you can almost see the top of her ass. Man, I sure would love a piece of that. I would ride her all night long."
"Fuck yeah!"
Two bottles clink together in celebration next to me and my pleasurable dream has suddenly turned into a nightmare... Hello? Earth to Pepa. My brain calls out. You may be able to delight in Silvia's skin with your eyes, but so can everyone else here!!
That's when my exhaustion, stress, and lust-soaked jealousy overwhelm my mind, creating a rapid fire of synapses akin to an overloading motherboard. In short: I fucking snap!
"What the fuck did you just say?" I snarl.
He distractedly looks my way. "Um..yeah, what? What did I say?" The neanderthal replies with a self-satisfied grin. I swear to God, I'm gonna toss this fucker off the walkway and he can celebrate the new year with two broken legs!
I step closer. "You said something about that redhead over there? Do you remember now, buddy?"
He snickers, "Yeah, I remember. I just said it, didn't I?" He rolls his eyes and his moronic friend laughs in reaction.
My blood runs hot and I press into the guy, gripping his collar tight in my fist. "Well that redhead happens to be my wife," my words hiss through clenched teeth. "And I'm the only one allowed to call her redhead. Understand? So if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your eyes and mouth shut for the rest of the night. Got it?" I end with a slight push against his throat trying to drive the point home. Obviously he wasn't listening...
"You're married to that redhead? Fuck me, what I wouldn't give to see a show like that! I'm gettin' hard just thinkin' about it --"
I slam him against the railing, twisting his collar like a vise. "You just pissed off the wrong cop!" And without even thinking, my fingers are wrapping around the gun tucked into the back of my pants and I pull the barrel free, quickly pressing it into the guy's face with the intent of scaring him shitless. It works.
"What the fuck!! Help! Someone get this bitch off of me!" He pulls at my fingers, trying to ease the pressure I'm putting on his throat. His pal grabs me by the arm and I release my grip so that I can shove him off. He stumbles over his own feet and falls to the ground, a definite look of fear on his face.
Before I know what's happening I hear Silvia yelling my name and Don Lorenzo is wrenching my gun hand behind my back, forcing the weapon to drop to the ground.
"Agent Miranda!! What the hell has gotten into you!"
He loosens his hold on me and I break free. Teeth grinding, nostrils flaring, I wrestle with my anger while trying to explain, "Don Lorenzo, this dirtbag was --"
"This dirtbag happens to be my good friend, commissioner Juarez's son!!" Don Lorenzo growls. I see someone step forward next to him with an angry glint in his eye. The same man who was making nice with Don Lorenzo and Silvia a moment before. From his prominent frown and resemblance to the dirtbag in question, I presume he is commissioner Juarez. My father-in-law's 'good friend.' Great! Fine! But that doesn't mean his son isn't a complete asshole!
"I think you owe this young man an apology..." Don Lorenzo's request is in truth a direct order, and I am well aware of it.
"Papa, he --"
"Pepa!!" Damn if spit didn't just spew from my father-in-law's mouth. I think I chose the wrong moment to call him "Papa".
I turn away from my judges and towards my victim. I can't bring myself to lie, but then I realize with relief that I don't need to. "Don Lorenzo is right. I do owe you an apology."
The cocky son-of-a-bitch steps away from the railing, straightening his collar. He walks right up to me, his pleased grin making my body tense with rage. "Well...?" His smile widens but I stand my ground, projecting hatred wrapped inside of mute obstinance. His hand rises up to cup his ear, tilting his head slightly towards me expectantly like a spoiled little shit who's always gotten his way. "I'm waiting..."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pulled a gun on you. As an off duty officer it was extremely unprofessional and unethical. Now, what I should have done was this --" My fist flies through the air and slams into his nose with a sickening crunch. Typically that sound makes me flinch, but right now it's like music to my ears. "Thanks for allowing me to fix my mistake," I nod and grin with my arms crossed over my chest in satisfaction.
"For fuck's sake, Miranda!!" Don Lorenzo bellows.
"She broke my fucking nose! I'll fucking kill you, you bitch!" The prick screams at me as his father scurries over to help him off the ground. Juarez Jr. is now holding his bleeding nose with both hands and wailing like a baby.
"Maybe next time you'll keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, buddy!"
"Silvia, I'll take care of this. Get Pepa out of here! Now!!" Don Lorenzo demands. I feel Silvia tugging at my arm as she pulls me away. That doesn't stop me from trying to rush back, though, when I hear the commissioner's son yelling, "That's right, run! Run away, you fucking dyke! You and your dyke wife make me sick! You hear me? What you both need is a nice cock to fix you. I'll give it to you, baby!"
As much as I try to rip my arm free, I can't loosen my wife's grip. "Silvia, did you hear what that son-of-a-bitch just said to us!"
"I don't give a shit what he said to us, Pepa!" She shoves me into the bathroom and slams the door closed behind us, locking it and flashing her eyes at me.
I point a finger at her in defense. "Silvia, he deserved it!"
"Deserved a gun in his face and a broken nose?!"
"I had the safety on the whole time."
"You call that an excuse!"
"You should've heard the things he said about you!"
"God dammit, Miranda! I am not going to spend the rest of my life holding you back from killing some idiot who's saying stupid things! You're being ridiculous! Who gives a fuck what he said!"
"I do!!"
"Why?! What? Are you so worried that I'm going to overhear what he says and be offended? I'm not a child, Pepa! Or maybe you think I'm gonna hear him and suddenly think, 'Oh, gee! He's such a catch! I better leave Pepa for him!' Is that it? Does he threaten you somehow?"
"Pfffftt!!" I scoff. "Him threaten me? Please!"
"Well he obviously got under your skin, didn't he? What was it? What did he say to set off 'psycho cop'?
"It's not worth repeating."
"Apparently it is considering how you wouldn't let it go! What did he say, Pepa?"
"He..." I cross my arms, this time in embarrassment. I suddenly feel like a guilty child who's been caught in a playground brawl. "He was talking about your dress...talking about how much it exposed..."
"That's it??"
"He was saying what he would like to do to you!"
"That's what got you so up in arms?"
"Well dammit, Silvia, the whole freakin' complex can see every inch of you in that fucking dress!!" The words are out of my mouth before I even have a chance to process them. And boy do I regret it...
Her mouth widens in astonishment just before tightening with vexation. "Okay. Now I get it. So it's me you're angry at, right? You don't like my dress? You think I'm dressed like a slut or something?!"
"Now, Silvia, I didn't say that --"
"You didn't have to! It's written all over your face!"
Boy, was this night not turning out as planned. "No, you've got me all wrong. I love your dress, Silvia. I just don't want anyone to see you in it, that's all --"
"Really? Like you can just shut me away from the rest of the world? Well, Miranda, I just happen to like the way it looks, like the way it feels, and I also happen to be wearing this dress for YOU!" She strides forward all the while poking me in the chest - none to gently I might add. "But you didn't show up at home when you were supposed to, did you? In fact you NEVER showed up at all! And I had to make the quick decision whether to wear this dress with or without your consent, not that I need your permission to wear anything! I think I have the right to wear whatever the hell I want!!"
My back hits the cool tiled wall behind me, the result of her pushing me further and further back with every word, step, and shove of her hand. That's when I register how ragged my breathing is. How red her cheeks glow when they flush with pique. Her chest is rising and falling with frenzied breaths and I can see flames burning in her eyes. Her body so close to mine, almost touching, and her hand pressing firmly against my shoulder, burning my skin with its heat. Suddenly her eyes drop down to my lips and that's all it takes for our mouths to come crashing together. Licking, tasting, sucking, devouring one another in sublime fury. I can barely get enough as our bodies grip and pull together, desperate to become one.
One of my hands clutches her hair while the other slides down over her bare back, straight under the fabric of her dress and over her firm ass. I grip hard and pull her tight against me. She moans into me as I start to grind against her, our mouths so deeply connected I can't tell whose tongue is whose. I push off the wall and lift her up onto the sink, her legs quickly wrapping around me as I thrust against her, tasting her sweet flavor on my tongue.
Our mouths rip apart and I start my descent down her neck, relishing every salty lick and warm pump of blood beneath her skin's surface.
"Fuck, Pepa, I've been wanting you all night. Why'd you have to be so fucking late..." Silvia scolds me again, only this time it comes out as a half groan half whimper. I smile against her pulse point. I don't mind this kind of reprimand. No sir, not one bit.
"Sorry, baby. I had to take care of business." I run my tongue up the length of her neck and along her ear before pulling back and staring into her eyes. "Someone's got to bring these criminals to justice." I wink.
"Pepa?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
Silvia grabs a fistful of hair and slams our mouths back together, plunging her tongue deep inside of me. A groan tears through me, and my body starts rocking into hers in primal reaction. I slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Without hesitation, my head dips down, my tongue lavishing long strokes over her taught nipples and soft, swelling flesh. I nip and bite and delight in every melodic noise that rolls off her tongue. Then I wrap my lips around her breast and suck deeply, rhythmically. Pulling her into me as though I could consume her.
Her head rolls back against the mirror as she holds me against her. "Oh God, Pepa!" Is the only coherent thought that breaks free from her lips. If you can call that coherent.
My mouth releases and I flick my tongue over her sensitized nipple. "Fuck, redhead, you taste so good. So fucking sweet, all I want to do is eat you..."
"So then eat me..." The words slip from her mouth like satin, making my body shudder. Our eyes lock together and her smoldering gaze traps me in its heat; her teeth biting into her lower lip with need.
My tongue darts out and tastes one breast. Then the other. Our eyes never releasing their connection as my hands slide the silky material up her smooth thighs, tugging her panties off in one swift motion. I drop down on my knees and place her legs over my shoulders, kneading her muscled thighs with gentle fingers. Feeling them twitch beneath each caress with anticipation. I can smell her arousal in the air and my eyes close of their own accord, forcing me to focus only on her scent. And then I'm tasting her. Spreading and exploring her like an expert who's charted these waters before, each trip bringing about new pleasures.
Her fingers are running through my hair, pulling me into her. She's panting heavily now as my tongue roams over her soaked center, sliding inside of her and back out again. Giving her just enough to keep her wanting. Just enough to make her melt and pour. I groan as her waves of desire surround me and fill me up with an aching need that I swear will never be sated for as long as I live. I'll never get enough of her, have enough of her. I glory in that knowledge, knowing that I'll feel this way forever. Wanting her till the day I die.
Then Silvia is pulling me back up and tasting herself on my lips with a wild hunger that makes my legs weaken and tremble. She tears our mouths apart and orders, "Undo your pants. Slide them down, but don't take them off." My eyes widen as white heat surges though me and I follow her orders without question. It's not often that Silvia calls the shots in the bedroom, but when she does...oh my fucking God. It's like I've died and gone to heaven. Though this heaven is a lot like hell: Hot, steamy, and making me beg for mercy.
"Touch yourself," she whispers against my lips.
I almost choke in immediate reaction. Stunned into a salacious paralysis until she strokes my arm with purpose, guiding my hand downward over my abdomen and through my soft, dark curls until I finally reach my center. My eyes close as my own fingers slide inside of me.
"Are you wet for me, Pepa?" She asks, one of her hands tight against my cheek while the other caresses my arm in subtle coaxing, silently telling me to move back and forth through my own slick arousal. Our foreheads are pressed together; sweat and breath mingling between us.
"You know I am, baby..." I manage to say, my mind barely able to think let alone answer a question.
"I want to taste you," she purrs, pulling my arm away from my body and back up to her. She slides her fingers up along my forearm all the way to my hand and slips each of my slick digits into her mouth. Her eyelids flutter closed and she moans in appreciation, the sight of which almost makes me come right then and there.
When she opens her eyes she kisses my palm, then guides it to her own center. I can feel her heat before I even touch her.
"Fuck me, Pepa." She says it like a command, and it completely undoes me. I slide inside of her hard and fast; pumping and thrusting and making her arch against me like a pulled bow. Her cries and moans are pulsing in my ear as she grips onto me, riding my fingers with unrestrained intensity. I can feel her walls around me, flexing against me, making my body melt and sizzle.
"Pepa...Pepaaa..." She groans, and I know she's close. Without warning her hand drops down and her fingers glide into my liquid heat. She pushes inside of me and fucks me fast - matching my rhythm and making my molten core flame and burn in a red hot instant.
"Oh fuck yes, Silvia!"
"Oh God, Pepa!"
We both come, screaming each other's names into the other's mouth. Tasting our arousal in the air. Our sweating bodies clinging to each other and shuddering in a wake of ecstasy.
As we're both panting, gripping onto the other for support, I can hear sirens in the distance. But that sound is immediately drowned out by a familiar chant:
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
My body vibrates as I start to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Silvia breathes against me, still trying to catch her breath.
"I guess we're starting out this year with a bang, huh?"
"You're tellin' me!" She starts giggling too, and it morphs into a joint laughing fit.
I squeeze her tightly and whisper "I love you" into her ear. She responds in kind and follows with a "Happy New Year." That's when I finally get my kiss - a long, slow, lingering kiss filled with promises of the year to come. Once we pull apart I can't help but continue, kissing her sweaty forehead, her blushing cheeks, and finally the tip of her nose.
"I think you taught me a very valuable lesson today, redhead."
"Oh? You mean that you shouldn't pull guns on innocent people?"
"No. I learned that I like taking orders from you." I raise a sardonic brow and receive a head shake in return.
"Well, I guess that's something..."
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Five minutes later and we're finally leaving the bathroom, still a little sweaty and definitely looking pleased with ourselves. I expect to get a suspension straightaway from Don Lorenzo, but when we see him he comes over to us and hugs me tightly.
"Happy New Year, Pepa." Two kisses, and he turns to Silvia.
"Happy New Year, cariño."
Kiss. Kiss.
This seems like a good opportunity to plead my case once more: "Don Lorenzo, I'm sorry for --"
"Tss!" He holds up his hand. "There's no need to apologize, Pepa." He pats me on the cheek and walks away.
"What's gotten into him? I thought he'd be ripping my badge off my chest."
Curtis sidles up and interjects, "Ahh, but you didn't see what happened after Silvia pulled you away. Don Lorenzo was trying to calm that jerk down, but that guy wouldn't stop screaming about the two of you. Calling you all sorts of awful names. Finally, Don Lorenzo laid him out flat. Gave him a second blow. Knocked out two of his teeth! Commissioner Juarez and his son are outside in an ambulance right now. So much for making friends with our neighbors, huh?"
I flash a pleased smile at my princess. "I told you he deserved it." I wink and start laughing at her annoyed expression. All of a sudden Silvia gives me a really hard smack on the ass.
"Heeyyy! What the hell was that for?"
"That was for being late!"
"Oh really? It had nothing to do with my being right and your father taking my side?"
"No it did not! And besides, no one said you were right."
"I did."
"Well, there's a big surprise..."
I tickle her in the ribs and she tickles me back.
"Hey, redhead, I've decided on my New Year's resolution for 2010."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"To get you mad at me as often as possible."
"That one shouldn't be hard for you to keep..."