Teenagers-28
Title: Teenagers 28/30
Rating: R
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Spoilers: None
Summary- This is going to be random things that happened between Pepa and Silvia when they were still in high school and such
A/N- Okay, I lied about how many more chapters there would be, I decided I want an even 30 chaps so I'm splitting the last chapter up. Nothing to do with the story, but I just watched the Telephone music vid. I loved it! It was fantastic.
Her kiss, Pepa's kiss, isn't like the first one. It's still intoxicating, inviting, soft and wonderful, but instead of being unsure, this kiss, this combination of our lips, is certain and unwavering. As if she is trying to show me how much she wants me through this kiss. It's almost needy and I need her. Her tongue slips through my parted lips searching for mine as my hand on the back of her neck pulls her closer, deepening this breathtaking experience.
We pull back from each other as the need for air overtakes our need for each other, our chests heaving. She places her forehead against mine, the moist air escaping her lips tickling my own, the trace scent of her drug of choice hitting my nose and for a moment, just a moment, I think that that's the only way she'll ever want me like this. When she's fucked up. But I push that thought aside, because for once, I don't want to think. I just want, I just want her.
"I've missed you, Pepa." I whisper which causes a smile to grace her beautiful face. My hand that still rests on her neck trickles upward to play with her hair before sliding down her jawline.
"I love you, Silvia." She places a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I love you." She repeats as she lowers her head, connecting our lips once again, the same hunger building up inside and our kissing returns to the same fervor it was before seperating.
Her grip on my hips loosen as she caresses my sides over the material I had hurriedly put on before letting her into my room. It's at this point that I regret doing such a stupid thing. I want to feel her against my bare skin and like she can read my mind, her hands slide underneathe the fabric. Her fingertips scorching every part of me they touch. A soft sigh from me encourages her to continue and she smoothes her hands along my abdomen, to my covered breasts and I start to curse the person who invented the binding material.
She removes her lips from mine and I start to protest, but the protest dies immediately as she kisses and suckles my neck, my pulse point, my chin, and back to my neck. She palms my breasts, causing a soft moan and my mind to become completely hazy with the sensations flowing through my entirety stemming from one Pepa Miranda.
I move a hand to rest on her hip and the other to entangle in her raven locks, bringing her closer to me. She licks her way from my pulse point to my ear and I feel a shiver course through me. "Silvia?" She whispers hotly.
"Yes?"
"Can I see you?" She asks as she nibbles my earlobe. I blink at her words, not entirely sure what she means by them.
"See me, Pepa?" I breathe out.
She kisses my cheek, lingering there before kissing my lips, her eyes connecting with my own. She nods as her hands slide down, my body instantly missing where they were, and tug at the hem of the clothing I threw on in haste. "I want to see you. Can I?"
I swallow as I feel my heart beat accelerate, anxious at her clear intensions. I know what we did a couple nights ago, I remember what happened and how far we had gone and it's not like I don't want that again, because god knows that my body wants that again. But I'm not under the influence of alcohol and she's never seen me naked, shit no one has seen me naked but myself!
She kisses me softly before pulling back, "Please?" Her eyes filled with love boring into mine and that's all it seems to take for her to convince me. A kiss, a pleasantry, and her eyes and I'm all hers. I nod and she slowly removes the clothing from my body, her fingertips purposely grazing me as she does so. I bite my lower lip nervously, my arms going above my head to assist in the removal.
Her wide, approving smile and return of her hands to my body calms my nerves. "You're so beautiful, Red." She kisses me again, her hands moving to my back, ready to unclasp my bra. "So beautiful." I shiver and only respond with a goofy grin.
A knock on my door startles the both of us, Pepa's hands quick to retreat from my scalding form. Our eyes huge as we both look toward the intruding sound. "Shit!" I don't know which one of us says it, but it's out.
"Hey, Red, ya ready?" I hear Lucas call from the other side of the only thing keeping him from seeing me and the lanky brunette in a very awkward situation.
"What the hell is he doing at your door?" She says quietly.
I shrug, "I dunno, I guess my papa let him in." I reply just as softly.
"Doesn't he know that's kinda rude? I mean, don't they usually wait in their cars? Or at least the living room?" I shrug again.
"Red?" His voice a little louder this time and I think he may actually be coming inside. I freak.
"I, uh, I... um, give me a minute!" I yell back as I frantically reach for my recently discarded garment, only to be stopped by a hand on my wrist. I look up to see a very confused Pepa.
"Wait, Sil? You're not still going to go with him?" She stares incredulously at me. "Seriously?" She looks so hurt it pains my heart.
I swallow, unsure of what it is that I'm exactly supposed to do in a situation like this. Total confusion taking me over, hitting me like a ton of bricks. About what I was just doing, what I was allowing myself to do, with Pepa. About what that exactly makes me. About what I'm supposed to do with Lucas who apparently asked me out on a date. About this entire fucked up situation. "I-I... I dunno." Is all that manages to leave my mouth.
"Stay with me." She begs, her red eyes focusing on mine as she reaches for me. Hands gripping my sides as she pulls me into her, her hands stroking my back, her lips by my ear. "Stay. Please." At her plea I feel myself melting into her again, wanting her again.
"Silvia? Who are you talking to in there?" His voice takes me out of my lust filled mind and back into reality and I jump away from the warmth of Pepa's body. My movement doesn't seem to go over too well with her.
"God, Lucas! She said to give her a minute! You don't know how to listen?" She shouts to the man interrupting.
"Miranda?" The pure bafflement of his voice would usually make me want to break out in laughter, but the pickle I find myself in, the fear and confusion of this whole thing kind of squashes my giggle.
She ignores him easily and steps closer to me. "Stay with me." She repeats and at the hope that's in her voice I know I want nothing but to stay with her. But I can't just bail on Lucas.
"I... I can't, Pepa." I stammer needing to say more, but unable to come up with the words to say more.
She looks back at me, dejected. Her look of rejection fastly turning to anger. "Silvia, if you leave with him, I'm never talking to you again."
Her words sting my very soul. The thought of never talking to my best friend hurts my heart. But the fact that she's giving me an ultimatum, what I view as a way to control me, turns the hurt I feel into rage. "Excuse me?" I feel my blood start to run hot through my veins as I glare at her.
"You heard me, Sil." She cocks a challenging brow in my direction.
I stare at her, trying to see if she's serious and find in her heated gaze that she is nothing but. I start to shoot fire through my eyes at her as I reach for my dress and throw it on, pulling my hair out through the neck hole and toss it backward. She only returns my burning gaze, matching the heat as she crosses her arms, standing firmly in her place. Our eyes disconnect as I turn to walk to my closet, slipping on some shoes and I storm out.
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I can only stand and watch as Silvia leaves, flinching as the door slams shut. I don't move, I can't move, stunned by how quickly things went from heavenly bliss to hell on earth in the matter of seconds. I want to go to her, to stop her, to tell her that I didn't mean whatever the hell I said to piss her off so fast, to make her want to leave me and go with Lucas.
"But she made it pretty clear that your friendship means nothing to her." I think to myself. "That Lucas means more to her than you." I try to shake these negative thoughts out of my mind, try to push them out but they keep coming. "She made her choice, and you weren't it, Miranda." A tear that I wasn't aware of, rolls down my cheek. "Leave her be, Pepa, you told her how you feel. She didn't say it back." I feel a painful lump in my throat and I try to force it down as I swallow. "She obviously doesn't feel the same, leave her alone."
More tears start to fall as my legs start to carry my heap of a body outside the house. I walk the streets aimlessly, not sure what the hell I'm doing or where the fuck I'm going, but I just keep walking. Swiping at the moisture that streaks my face, buried in my thoughts of self loathing. "God, I fucking hate you Silvia Castro!" I scream out loud to absolutely no one, hoping that it would make me feel better.
It only causes a new batch of tears to cascade down my cheeks and I shake my head. "No, I don't. I love her." I sniffle as I kick a tiny rock across the pavement. "I love her so much." You would think that a person would be able to get used to the feeling of the world opening it's mouth and swallowing you whole, but apparently, I don't. I want to forget.
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I sit in my chair in silence and stare at the screen as everyone around me bursts into laughter. Their laughter doesn't register at all, all I can hear, over and over again, "So beautiful." Those words played to the tune of Pepa's raspy voice. My vision isn't much better. All I can see are her eyes, her gorgeous eyes, so full of... full of what? Lust? Hunger? Love? Yes, she did say that she loved me, but how can I know that she really meant it? How can I know that she truly meant those words when the idiot went and got stoned right before seeing me?
I feel a weight on my shoulder suddenly taking me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Lucas' arm on me, surrounding me and I feel like throwing it off. But I don't, I only glare at him, hoping that I don't have to voice what I want him to do because I know if I say it, it won't come out as calmly as I'd like it to be. He doesn't seem to get it and continues to laugh at the idiot actor on screen, so I decide to excuse myself to the bathroom.
The movie and the person I'm with doesn't have my attention so I decide to take my time. I splash my face with some cold water to cool me, the images and sounds of the brunette reverberating through my mind keeping my body temperature high. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Silvia?" I whisper aloud to myself.
After the movie Lucas takes me out to eat, some Italian restaraunt that I have no interest in eating at. It's not that I have a problem with the establishment, it's that I can't exactly stomach anything at this moment. My hunger is not for some over priced noodles.
"What's wrong, Redhead?" The man asks as he grips my hand.
"I..." Like I can tell him what's wrong. Like I can tell anyone what's truly wrong with me. "I'm sorry, I know I haven't exactly been fun." I sigh.
"What? No." He says it so casually that I know he has to be lying. "No, no you're always fun, Red. Always. It's just, you're..." He looks around as if other's are going to be able to help him out with what to say. "You're kinda, I dunno, you look sad."
I feel like a jerk. Lucas is a good guy, a great guy to me, and I'm turning this night into an all night mope fest at his expense. Monetarily and time wise. I put on my best smile that I can fake and grip his hand back. "I'm fine, Lucas. Thank you, I'm just, there's been a lot going on and I haven't exactly been able to get a lot of rest."
"So this whole, sad thing, you're saying is just because you're tired, huh?" He asks as he cocks his brow at me. He and Miranda have that same cockiness to them. That same look, especially when they know I'm lying.
I smile again, "I'm fine." I squeeze his hand once more and try to start a conversation that isn't about me.
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"Y'know? Yurr like, ray piddy!" I smile as much as I can as I reach to cup this blonde chick who I just met in this lovely establishment's cheek. It takes a second, but I get it. I love that I look old enough to be in this kinda place. Well, that I look old enough or that I know how to flirt well enough.
"Ya think?" She asks as she sways slightly. God, I think she may be just as drunk as I am. "I frink yor like, way pritty, do." She slides her hand up my neck and starts to play with some of my dark locks. "You ave niiiice eyes."
"Thanks." I don't know what I'm doing.
"Uh huh." Her fingers that has some of my hair wrapped around it moves to the back of my head. Before I understand what's going on, her lips connect with mine.
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Lucas opens the car door for me, something he's been doing all night, something I'm not really used to, before walking me to my door. Unlike the times when we would hang out before, he's actually been a gentleman all night. Hasn't cursed, hasn't made some crude comment, and hasn't pulled out a cigarette or two. God, Lucas the guy I hang with and Lucas the wooer, two completely different things. It's weird.
We reach the door and he smiles at me, "I had fun with you tonight, Silvia." He stops and starts to think before his eyes widen slightly and he puts his hand up in the air. "Not that, I don't always have fun with you, it's just, uh,"
I chuckle at the man who claims that he's such a ladies man stammering and place my hand on his cheek. He looks thankful, as if I just put him out of his misery. "I had fun too." I shoot him a shy smile that's returned.
"Maybe, we do this again sometime?" This isn't my first date. I've been on a couple, meaning exactly two and I never really felt anything with either of those boys and I quickly let them know so. But I didn't know them, I didn't have any history with them except that maybe we went to the same school and took history. How do I tell Lucas that I'm just not interested in him like that? And if he asks why?
I fidget with my hands. "Sure." Contrary to my words, I am anything but sure.
I haven't seen such a huge grin on his face before, "Great." It's almost as wide as Pepa's was when her eyes scanned my body with hunger. I feel my body temperature rise at the thought. Lucas leans in and places a kiss on my cheek, but he doesn't pull away and stunned by his action, neither do I. He looks at me briefly, searching my eyes for something. For what I'm unsure. I suddenly feel his lips against mine, a little pressure. Before I have time to react he pulls away. "G'night, Silvia." He whispers before walking back to his car.
I stand in my place for a moment, confused as to what the hell just happened. I walk inside and shut the door, leaning against it. "Shit."
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