Bathtub and Shower 3/5
Title: Bathtub and Shower 3/5
Rating: Not NC-17 yet, hehe
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoiler: Erm, none
Summary: Pepa is a hopeless romantic, so am I ;)
Dios mío! There’s a big bouquet of fresh flowers by the bed… Decadent chocolates on the pillows… Rose petals were sprinkled everywhere on the bed… I shuddered at the thought of what we’re going to do on our bed later with that kind of setting and licked my lips with anticipation.
I heard I Will Survive by Elfed Hayes playing softly from our stereo in our bedroom. I remembered when I took Pepa to gaze at the stars down at the dark streets; I swear to God I kept hearing this song playing in my head, serenading to me that I will survive this night, that I won’t crumble under all my tingling nerves and the fear of rejection, that she won’t laugh at my naivety because I’ve shown her that she doesn’t need to go back to Sevilla to see the stars, that I will summon enough courage to get my message, my want, my need across, that I will ask Pepa to stay in San Antonio, to stay here with me. So, I was genuinely surprised when Pepa told me this when she first moved in to my apartment…
3 months ago… The song was playing on my stereo while she was unpacking her duffel bag in the bedroom. “Hey, that song.” Pepa had said. What’s with the song? I asked, curious. “Nothing, just that I had this song in my head that night when you took me to gaze at the stars.” Pepa shrugged.
Now, if this happened in other circumstances, it’s spooky. Cue Twilight Zone theme song. But for me, like what Pepa had said that night, it’s PERFECT. My plan to bring her to see the stars after she said she got no reason to stay in Madrid = Perfect. The actual stargazing setting (plus me breaking all the streetlights) = Perfect. Me summoning all my courage to ask her to stay = Perfect. And she actually agreeing to what I felt somewhat ridiculous request at that moment = Perfect. Pepa and I, us = PERFECT.
I snapped out from my nostalgic reminiscence. Moving on, I saw our bathroom’s door was slightly ajar and the light was on. I didn’t know why but I was nervous and my mouth was dry. I swallowed hard with great anticipation of finding her in there and to finally reveal her surprise that was threatening to topple her first surprise off its throne.
A few more steps and I saw an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne chilling inside, two glasses with a note beside it.
“I know your mouth is dry, princesa. Pour the champagne and drink up. And bring me a glass too.”
How on earth she knew that my mouth was dry? It still amazed me that we kind of know our needs and wants or what we want to say or think by just looking into each other eyes. Like when we agreed to stay back behind with Lola when Paco went to save Lucas. Like when we agreed to throw a bachelorette party for Sara so that Lola won’t feel left out. Like when we agreed to go the mission to capture the Kaiser. Like when she grabbed hold of my hand and offered me strength when I desperately needed it in the mobile van during the mission. Like many other instances that happen between us every day. It’s like mind melding. But this… this is like 6th sense. Somehow, Pepa has upgraded her senses to another level of Pepsi Mind Melding challenge. She has somehow learned to forego the eye contact and delve into ESP. Mental note: Need to learn that skill later. Correction, need to learn it tomorrow.
I poured the champagne into the glass and washed it down my throat in one gulp. Dios, it felt so good. I poured another glass and carried it with me. I gently pushed the bathroom’s door and cautiously called out her name.
“Pepa?!?”
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A/N: It’s gonna get better from here now. ;) Thanks for not getting mad at me on the cliffhanging parts!! Erm, you’re not mad at me, right? Yes? No?
2nd A/N: Credits to random_flores for her mind-melding concept in her recaps!
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