Fic- Post Competition
Title: Post Competition (How can I come up with such brilliant titles you ask?)
Rating:NC-17 for some bow chicka wa wa! And some me cabbage patching.
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoilers: None
Summary: Another shameless promotion of my Competition fic? *Nods* Probably. xD No, but as the brilliant title suggests, this is what occurs after the Competition.
A/N- This fic for the PepSi Smut Off Thingy! YAY! Someone's participating in it! xD No, but truly? Thanks to bluechicki , pantherwalks , supercontenta and capnfantastico ! Seriously, you guys are AWESOMETASTIC and I love ya'll. And yes, I am just saying that because you guys have already participated in the smut off! xD JK! I'm saying it cuz I wanna get in your collective pants xD
After revealing to the redhead my little secret of who really can't control their "animal instincts", I got the hell out of there as fast as my two trustworthy feet could take me! I mean, I'm willing to admit what I did... but I don't exactly want to deal with the fury that I'm sure my sexy fiance would unleash on me for putting her through, what I assume was, the most hellish morning meeting of her life. Especially since she actually won.
Though I must admit that her face was priceless and I chuckle internally as I recall the winces and eye twitches that marked her beautiful face whenever someone made a jab at her wardrobe and newly assumed, "Pepa's Bitch" position. The way her cheeks would turn a reddish hue, only to continue to darken with every remark.
"Pepa?" My brother's voice suddenly bringing me out of my head.
"Yes, Paco?" I whisper as he steps closer to me and my crouched position.
"What uh... um," He stutters somewhat as he scratches his beard before placing his hands on his hips. "What are you doing, Sister?" He asks with genuine confusion in his tone, his eyebrows perked as our eyes connect.
"Shh," I bring my pointer to my lips before flinging my hand in a shooing motion. "Don't look at me directly. You're gonna get me found." My words only heightening his baffled expression.
"Pepa, what-what the hell are you doing?"
Does he not get that I'm trying to hide? "God Paco!" I scream softly, my hands flying up to accentuate my anger that I currently feel toward the bumbling man. "I'm trying to be inconspicuous!" Even I know how lame that sounds.
"Oh." He responds before fidgeting with his bearded chin. "Because... a woman of your height crouching behind a desk is, completely, just completely inconspicuous." He nods as a smirk begins to form on his lips. I roll my eyes before extending a hand out to swat at his knee, his brows crumpling. "What's with you, Sister?" He chuckles.
"Just tell me if Silvia is still in the bullpen."
"Are you avoiding her or something?" Now it clicks in my genius brother's head! "Why? I thought that uh, that you would want to rub it in her face. Do your little victory dance?" He starts to move his hips, his hands flying eratically as he poorly tries to immitate my moves that has taken me years to perfect and he begins to laugh.
"Okay, first..." I size him with my eyes. "That is NOT how my awesome dance looks like... Ya know, so, don't even try. Second, you're kinda making it obvious that you're talking to someone, so stop being so obvious. And third, just tell me if you can see my extremely pissed off fiance." My last point said almost pleadingly. "I spotted her asking around for me and I ducked as quickly as possible. My legs are starting to cramp. I've been like this for like ten fucking minutes!"
"Ah," He nods slowly. "being inconspicuous." He adds with a taunting smile and I slap him again, this time enough to make it hurt. "Ow, shit Pepa!" He reaches to smooth at the pained leg part. "She's not here, fuck. I, I actually passed her on the way down the stairs. She looked like she was ready to kill someone. I've never seen Silvia so hell bent!" I gulp at his words. "And, and she asked for you."
"Oh," I nod as I reach a hand out for him to grab, to help me up from my current position. He takes it and pulls me upright, the blood freely moving through my legs again as I exaggeratingly stretch them. "Crap, I was sort of hoping that she'd had calmed down a bit since this morning..." I sigh. "I've been avoiding her all day, my shifts almost done."
"You can't avoid her forever, Pepa. You know, eventually you're going to have to face her. I mean, you guys live together."
"Well... ye-yeah, but, I mean... I figured that she would calm down and after all the work she has to do today, that she'd just be so happy to see me after a long day of... of work." I finish, knowing how stupid that logic is.
"Well, maybe that would have worked if the guys didn't continuously make fun of her.. huh?" He clears his throat and I do the same.
"Yeah, probably... Probably that, yeah." My stupid team making things worse than it aready is for me. "Well, you know and maybe she wouldn't be so mad if I-" I'm interrupted mid-sentence by a rather violent tug at my arm, turning my whole body around, pulling me harshly in this direction. Shit, I've been found! I turn my head back around to take one last look at my loveable big brother, who stands wide eyed at me as I get taken away. All those leg cramps for nothing.
She walks me down the hall, her tugs only getting rougher as we trudge along, her grip getting tighter. "S-Sil?" I swallow. "Pr-princess?" I say almost begging. "I'm sorry." I say, trying to get her to talk to me instead of silently and angrily, drag me along. She doesn't answer though, not a word slips out from her lips as she pulls me through more hall then doors. Slamming them with a bang behind us.
I look around to take in our surroundings, staring back at her, puzzled. "You're fucking dead, Miranda."
Before I can utter a response she pushes me, my ass falling onto the chair behind me. She's quickly on top of me, crashing her lips onto my own. Her tongue swiftly sliding into my mouth to battle with mine. Her hands moving to my waist, roughly sliding down to my jean clad ass. It's at this very moment that I start to curse myself for hiding from her all day, but that thought doesn't last long as she grinds her hips into my own. I let out a moan, one that is swallowed by her, as my hands move to her ass, pulling her closer, but she pulls back and clicks her tongue.
"You, you don't get to touch me, Pepa." She smiles deviously, hitting my hands away and I cock a brow in challenge.
"I don't?"
"No." She shakes her head. "You don't get to humiliate me." She nips at my chin. "Make me wear this ugly fucking shirt!" She grips my hair with one hand, pulling my head backward, exposing a bit more flesh. She licks her way up my neck, stopping to suck lightly, lavishing one spot with her tongue before biting.
"Shit, Sil!" I cry out.
"Make everyone think that I have no will power, when, in actuality, you cheated!" She takes my earlobe between her lips. "You don't get to do all that Maria Jose, and get away with it." She whispers, her moist breath running along my skin, making me shiver. "Therefore, right now, you don't have the privilege..." She husks as she licks the shell of my ear. "of touching.." Her lips brushing against my jawline before slightly touching my own lips. "me." She licks her lips, the moist warmth tickling me. "Got it?" She finishes.
I attempt, attempt to best of my abilites to form some words, or even semblances of a word, but being so fucking turned on the way I am, all I manage to do is squeak. I decide, instead, to nod. Nod at her demand...
But things are easier squeaked than done as I feel her hand slide under my shirt, her fingertips now gently grazing my bare abdomen. Her touch no longer rough, but light... She wants to torture, torture and tease me and it's working. She brushes her lips along my exposed collar bone as her hand continues its upward travel. Reaching my awaiting breast, she pushes the offending material out of the way. Her hand skimming along my breast, my nipple hardening painfully against her palm. I need more contact and I arch into her in a futile attempt. She only pulls back and cocks a brow.
"Sil? Silvia?" I plead, my eyes begging her even more so than my words.
"Yes?" She whispers before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling lightly, before sucking on it. Her hand cupping my breast, purposely missing my erect nub.
I try to refrain, try to control myself, but I have no self control. My hands fly up to grip her waist, to pull her into me, closer to me, to somehow coax her into making her touch me. But it has the opposite effect and she withdraws her hands, her lips, and clicks her tongue at me once more. "Pepa?" She sighs as she moves her hands along the belt loop of my jeans. "What part of, 'You don't get to touch me.' do you not understand?" She perks a brow and I hear jingling, clanging of metal.
I swallow as she steps off of me, gripping my hand and pulling it behind the chair, the cool of the handcuffs surrounding my wrist. "Princess? There's no need for those." I pout as she stands behind, mimicking with my other hand what she had done with the first. I feel my own wetness, threatening to overflow as she restrains me to the chair.
"You don't follow the rules, Pepa, you get punished." She smirks as she walks in front of me, slowly getting on her knees. "It's a life lesson." She smiles as she places her hands on my knees, parting my legs as she moves between my thighs. She smooths her hands upward, quickly unbuttoning my pants. She leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my stomach causing my eyes to involuntarily close. She grips the top of my jeans and tugs gently, taking my underwear down as well.
My eyes open as the air tickles my newly exposed flesh and I look down at my lover. "Wait, Sil, wait." I pant. "We're in, in an interrogation room! What if someone... what if someone walks-" My mouth stops as well as my brain as I feel her soft tongue gliding up and down my wet slit, my head falling forward. I can't think of anything else but wanting more of her. Wanting her to give me more and I try to move my hands. Quickly reminded of my limited movement as the metal digs into my skin.
I feel her smile against me as she nips at my folds, avoiding my throbbing bundle of nerves, knowing how much I need her. I buck against her in despeartion, my act only making her smile grow wider as she firmly grips my thighs, pushing me back down with a strength that catches even me by surprise still. "Jesus, Maria..." She chuckles as she brings a hand to my sex, a lone finger sliding through my wet heat, teasing my opening. "you're so impatient." She smirks before flicking my clit, making me shudder.
"Fuck, Red, fuck me." I manage to rasp out. My hips unwillingly thrusting into her.
"You want me to fuck you?" She grins, flicking my clit once more as she penetrates me slowly with one finger.
"Fuck yes I do." I bite my lip as I look down at her, nodding, pleading.
She finally takes mercy on me, her lips surrounding my clit, sucking, swirling her talented tongue. I moan as her finger starts to pick up its pace inside me, my eyes closing once again as a million wonderful sensations run through my body. But she stops all too quickly and I can't help the frustrated cry that flies out of my mouth. "Fuck! Don't stop! Why... why'd you..."
She stands and goes to the table, bringing the recorder to the edge. "I want you to admit on tape first that you cheated. OH! And of course, that... you're my bitch." She says smugly.
That's unfair! I'd say practically anything right now for her to release me. I sigh and nod furiously. "Whatever you want me to say I'll say it." I breathe and her smile grows wider.
"Whatever I want you to say?" I nod again and she cocks a brow nodding. "Okay." She kneels in front of me once more, sliding two fingers easily inside my wet desire. Touching my inner walls, her fingers curling with every thrust, quickening her pace, pumping faster and faster. Her lips returning to my sensitive nerves, sucking as her gifted tongue swirls around. I move my hips to her perfect rythym and I feel my legs beginning to tremble.
"Fuck, yeah! Just like that!" I scream out as she thrusts harder inside me. I know I'm close as my walls start to clench around her fingers, my body starting to shake. I feel the waves of my ecstasy crash down around me, my legs constricting around my lover's head as I come.
"Sh... shit Silvia." Is all I can manage as delightful tremors flow through my entirety.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shit eating grin marks my face as I walk cockily through the precinct. Thinking about the mindblowingly hot sex. I snicker as I look at my wrist, the marks from the handcuffs still prominent in my skin. I reach the bullpen and see a crowd gathered around a desk. I walk over and tap Pove on the shoulder. "What's going on?"
He hangs his head, "I just lost my money." He whimpers as I hear a recording of my own voice.
"I cheated! Yes, I admit it, Silvia."
"You did?"
"Yes, I can't control myself when it comes to you, Red."
"And?"
"And I, Pepa Miranda, am Silvia Castro's bitch. I will always be her bitch! I live only to be Silvia Castro's bitch! And damn is she a damn good lover."
I face palm.
"Is there anything else, Pepa?"
"I can't dance worth shit."
2nd A/N- Okay, I hope the smutty time was alright. Phew, I'm a bit rusty.
Rating:NC-17 for some bow chicka wa wa! And some me cabbage patching.
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoilers: None
Summary: Another shameless promotion of my Competition fic? *Nods* Probably. xD No, but as the brilliant title suggests, this is what occurs after the Competition.
A/N- This fic for the PepSi Smut Off Thingy! YAY! Someone's participating in it! xD No, but truly? Thanks to bluechicki , pantherwalks , supercontenta and capnfantastico ! Seriously, you guys are AWESOMETASTIC and I love ya'll. And yes, I am just saying that because you guys have already participated in the smut off! xD JK! I'm saying it cuz I wanna get in your collective pants xD
After revealing to the redhead my little secret of who really can't control their "animal instincts", I got the hell out of there as fast as my two trustworthy feet could take me! I mean, I'm willing to admit what I did... but I don't exactly want to deal with the fury that I'm sure my sexy fiance would unleash on me for putting her through, what I assume was, the most hellish morning meeting of her life. Especially since she actually won.
Though I must admit that her face was priceless and I chuckle internally as I recall the winces and eye twitches that marked her beautiful face whenever someone made a jab at her wardrobe and newly assumed, "Pepa's Bitch" position. The way her cheeks would turn a reddish hue, only to continue to darken with every remark.
"Pepa?" My brother's voice suddenly bringing me out of my head.
"Yes, Paco?" I whisper as he steps closer to me and my crouched position.
"What uh... um," He stutters somewhat as he scratches his beard before placing his hands on his hips. "What are you doing, Sister?" He asks with genuine confusion in his tone, his eyebrows perked as our eyes connect.
"Shh," I bring my pointer to my lips before flinging my hand in a shooing motion. "Don't look at me directly. You're gonna get me found." My words only heightening his baffled expression.
"Pepa, what-what the hell are you doing?"
Does he not get that I'm trying to hide? "God Paco!" I scream softly, my hands flying up to accentuate my anger that I currently feel toward the bumbling man. "I'm trying to be inconspicuous!" Even I know how lame that sounds.
"Oh." He responds before fidgeting with his bearded chin. "Because... a woman of your height crouching behind a desk is, completely, just completely inconspicuous." He nods as a smirk begins to form on his lips. I roll my eyes before extending a hand out to swat at his knee, his brows crumpling. "What's with you, Sister?" He chuckles.
"Just tell me if Silvia is still in the bullpen."
"Are you avoiding her or something?" Now it clicks in my genius brother's head! "Why? I thought that uh, that you would want to rub it in her face. Do your little victory dance?" He starts to move his hips, his hands flying eratically as he poorly tries to immitate my moves that has taken me years to perfect and he begins to laugh.
"Okay, first..." I size him with my eyes. "That is NOT how my awesome dance looks like... Ya know, so, don't even try. Second, you're kinda making it obvious that you're talking to someone, so stop being so obvious. And third, just tell me if you can see my extremely pissed off fiance." My last point said almost pleadingly. "I spotted her asking around for me and I ducked as quickly as possible. My legs are starting to cramp. I've been like this for like ten fucking minutes!"
"Ah," He nods slowly. "being inconspicuous." He adds with a taunting smile and I slap him again, this time enough to make it hurt. "Ow, shit Pepa!" He reaches to smooth at the pained leg part. "She's not here, fuck. I, I actually passed her on the way down the stairs. She looked like she was ready to kill someone. I've never seen Silvia so hell bent!" I gulp at his words. "And, and she asked for you."
"Oh," I nod as I reach a hand out for him to grab, to help me up from my current position. He takes it and pulls me upright, the blood freely moving through my legs again as I exaggeratingly stretch them. "Crap, I was sort of hoping that she'd had calmed down a bit since this morning..." I sigh. "I've been avoiding her all day, my shifts almost done."
"You can't avoid her forever, Pepa. You know, eventually you're going to have to face her. I mean, you guys live together."
"Well... ye-yeah, but, I mean... I figured that she would calm down and after all the work she has to do today, that she'd just be so happy to see me after a long day of... of work." I finish, knowing how stupid that logic is.
"Well, maybe that would have worked if the guys didn't continuously make fun of her.. huh?" He clears his throat and I do the same.
"Yeah, probably... Probably that, yeah." My stupid team making things worse than it aready is for me. "Well, you know and maybe she wouldn't be so mad if I-" I'm interrupted mid-sentence by a rather violent tug at my arm, turning my whole body around, pulling me harshly in this direction. Shit, I've been found! I turn my head back around to take one last look at my loveable big brother, who stands wide eyed at me as I get taken away. All those leg cramps for nothing.
She walks me down the hall, her tugs only getting rougher as we trudge along, her grip getting tighter. "S-Sil?" I swallow. "Pr-princess?" I say almost begging. "I'm sorry." I say, trying to get her to talk to me instead of silently and angrily, drag me along. She doesn't answer though, not a word slips out from her lips as she pulls me through more hall then doors. Slamming them with a bang behind us.
I look around to take in our surroundings, staring back at her, puzzled. "You're fucking dead, Miranda."
Before I can utter a response she pushes me, my ass falling onto the chair behind me. She's quickly on top of me, crashing her lips onto my own. Her tongue swiftly sliding into my mouth to battle with mine. Her hands moving to my waist, roughly sliding down to my jean clad ass. It's at this very moment that I start to curse myself for hiding from her all day, but that thought doesn't last long as she grinds her hips into my own. I let out a moan, one that is swallowed by her, as my hands move to her ass, pulling her closer, but she pulls back and clicks her tongue.
"You, you don't get to touch me, Pepa." She smiles deviously, hitting my hands away and I cock a brow in challenge.
"I don't?"
"No." She shakes her head. "You don't get to humiliate me." She nips at my chin. "Make me wear this ugly fucking shirt!" She grips my hair with one hand, pulling my head backward, exposing a bit more flesh. She licks her way up my neck, stopping to suck lightly, lavishing one spot with her tongue before biting.
"Shit, Sil!" I cry out.
"Make everyone think that I have no will power, when, in actuality, you cheated!" She takes my earlobe between her lips. "You don't get to do all that Maria Jose, and get away with it." She whispers, her moist breath running along my skin, making me shiver. "Therefore, right now, you don't have the privilege..." She husks as she licks the shell of my ear. "of touching.." Her lips brushing against my jawline before slightly touching my own lips. "me." She licks her lips, the moist warmth tickling me. "Got it?" She finishes.
I attempt, attempt to best of my abilites to form some words, or even semblances of a word, but being so fucking turned on the way I am, all I manage to do is squeak. I decide, instead, to nod. Nod at her demand...
But things are easier squeaked than done as I feel her hand slide under my shirt, her fingertips now gently grazing my bare abdomen. Her touch no longer rough, but light... She wants to torture, torture and tease me and it's working. She brushes her lips along my exposed collar bone as her hand continues its upward travel. Reaching my awaiting breast, she pushes the offending material out of the way. Her hand skimming along my breast, my nipple hardening painfully against her palm. I need more contact and I arch into her in a futile attempt. She only pulls back and cocks a brow.
"Sil? Silvia?" I plead, my eyes begging her even more so than my words.
"Yes?" She whispers before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling lightly, before sucking on it. Her hand cupping my breast, purposely missing my erect nub.
I try to refrain, try to control myself, but I have no self control. My hands fly up to grip her waist, to pull her into me, closer to me, to somehow coax her into making her touch me. But it has the opposite effect and she withdraws her hands, her lips, and clicks her tongue at me once more. "Pepa?" She sighs as she moves her hands along the belt loop of my jeans. "What part of, 'You don't get to touch me.' do you not understand?" She perks a brow and I hear jingling, clanging of metal.
I swallow as she steps off of me, gripping my hand and pulling it behind the chair, the cool of the handcuffs surrounding my wrist. "Princess? There's no need for those." I pout as she stands behind, mimicking with my other hand what she had done with the first. I feel my own wetness, threatening to overflow as she restrains me to the chair.
"You don't follow the rules, Pepa, you get punished." She smirks as she walks in front of me, slowly getting on her knees. "It's a life lesson." She smiles as she places her hands on my knees, parting my legs as she moves between my thighs. She smooths her hands upward, quickly unbuttoning my pants. She leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my stomach causing my eyes to involuntarily close. She grips the top of my jeans and tugs gently, taking my underwear down as well.
My eyes open as the air tickles my newly exposed flesh and I look down at my lover. "Wait, Sil, wait." I pant. "We're in, in an interrogation room! What if someone... what if someone walks-" My mouth stops as well as my brain as I feel her soft tongue gliding up and down my wet slit, my head falling forward. I can't think of anything else but wanting more of her. Wanting her to give me more and I try to move my hands. Quickly reminded of my limited movement as the metal digs into my skin.
I feel her smile against me as she nips at my folds, avoiding my throbbing bundle of nerves, knowing how much I need her. I buck against her in despeartion, my act only making her smile grow wider as she firmly grips my thighs, pushing me back down with a strength that catches even me by surprise still. "Jesus, Maria..." She chuckles as she brings a hand to my sex, a lone finger sliding through my wet heat, teasing my opening. "you're so impatient." She smirks before flicking my clit, making me shudder.
"Fuck, Red, fuck me." I manage to rasp out. My hips unwillingly thrusting into her.
"You want me to fuck you?" She grins, flicking my clit once more as she penetrates me slowly with one finger.
"Fuck yes I do." I bite my lip as I look down at her, nodding, pleading.
She finally takes mercy on me, her lips surrounding my clit, sucking, swirling her talented tongue. I moan as her finger starts to pick up its pace inside me, my eyes closing once again as a million wonderful sensations run through my body. But she stops all too quickly and I can't help the frustrated cry that flies out of my mouth. "Fuck! Don't stop! Why... why'd you..."
She stands and goes to the table, bringing the recorder to the edge. "I want you to admit on tape first that you cheated. OH! And of course, that... you're my bitch." She says smugly.
That's unfair! I'd say practically anything right now for her to release me. I sigh and nod furiously. "Whatever you want me to say I'll say it." I breathe and her smile grows wider.
"Whatever I want you to say?" I nod again and she cocks a brow nodding. "Okay." She kneels in front of me once more, sliding two fingers easily inside my wet desire. Touching my inner walls, her fingers curling with every thrust, quickening her pace, pumping faster and faster. Her lips returning to my sensitive nerves, sucking as her gifted tongue swirls around. I move my hips to her perfect rythym and I feel my legs beginning to tremble.
"Fuck, yeah! Just like that!" I scream out as she thrusts harder inside me. I know I'm close as my walls start to clench around her fingers, my body starting to shake. I feel the waves of my ecstasy crash down around me, my legs constricting around my lover's head as I come.
"Sh... shit Silvia." Is all I can manage as delightful tremors flow through my entirety.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shit eating grin marks my face as I walk cockily through the precinct. Thinking about the mindblowingly hot sex. I snicker as I look at my wrist, the marks from the handcuffs still prominent in my skin. I reach the bullpen and see a crowd gathered around a desk. I walk over and tap Pove on the shoulder. "What's going on?"
He hangs his head, "I just lost my money." He whimpers as I hear a recording of my own voice.
"I cheated! Yes, I admit it, Silvia."
"You did?"
"Yes, I can't control myself when it comes to you, Red."
"And?"
"And I, Pepa Miranda, am Silvia Castro's bitch. I will always be her bitch! I live only to be Silvia Castro's bitch! And damn is she a damn good lover."
I face palm.
"Is there anything else, Pepa?"
"I can't dance worth shit."
2nd A/N- Okay, I hope the smutty time was alright. Phew, I'm a bit rusty.