PepSi - short fics
Title: PepSi - short fics
Spoilers: None, really.
Rating: PG-13 to R.
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
A/N/Disclaimer: While trying to come up with the next chapter of my ongoing PepSi fic, I thought I’d write some short little drabbles. These are just one-shots, unrelated to any of my other fiction. I may add more to them later. Enjoy!
How Much?
“Five.”
“Five? That’s nothing! Higher!”
“Mm…15?
“Nope. Higher, princesa.”
“Fine. 25.”
Fingers waggling, motioning upward. “Vamos! I know you can do better!”
“40? How much do you want?”
“How much have you got?”
“In total? Hold on, let me think.” Fingers drumming. “83…and a half.”
A wicked smile. “Done!”
“You know there can only be one winner in this contest, Pepa.”
Both women unholstered their guns and aimed at the targets.
The brunette playfully smirked at her grinning partner. “The best shot in San Antonio is going to whip your cute little butt, pelirroja!”
“Dios! Modesty is not your strong suit!”
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A New Look
“Well…” The inspector stepped into the room. “What do you think?”
“Mierda!! It - it’s all gone!”
“So…you don’t like it?” A lower lip trembled as tears began to form.
“Oh, no, no, no!” Idiota! Pepa mentally kicked herself. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”
“I thought I’d try something new. I mean, it’ll grow back if you really miss it that much.”
“No, Silvia. You look beautiful, no matter what.” Pepa took the smaller woman into her arms, trying to convince her of her sincerity.
The tears faded in favor of a small smile. “Even if I was bald and wearing a paper bag?”
A nod. “Sí.”
“Even if I’m naked?”
“Especially if you’re naked!” Full lips nuzzled a now exposed neck, kissing the ends of short, red locks. “Mm. I like this new look.”
“I love it too, especially if you keep kissing me there.”
“One more thing.
“Sí?”
“Can I still call you pelirroja?”
A delighted laugh. “Claro, mi amor.”
___
Dessert Time
“Whose idea was this?”
A glop of a sticky, fluffy white substance landed on warm skin, to be slowly devoured by a trailing tongue, followed by a moan.
“ ‘Ell me yur noth enjointh thih.”
“Qué?” A breathless pant, the question forgotten.
Another dab of whipped cream covered a sensitive nipple. Fingers grasped dark locks convulsively as a head bent to clean the sugary treat away.
“Dios, Pepa!” The redhead exclaimed as the taller woman’s head popped up. “You’re going to be the death of me!”
A smirk. “Told you you’d like it.”
A giggle. “You have some whipped cream left on your upper lip. Here, let me clean that off.”
The kiss was breathless, heated, urgent…
“Ow! You didn’t have to bite.”
A pink tongue licked the last of the whipped cream away from her own lips. “Mm, that’s delicious!”
Pepa threw back her head and laughed. “You know, princesa…” Her long fingers dipped into another bowl, dripping a dark substance. “We haven’t even gotten to the chocolate yet…”
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Save Me
Pepa swiftly half-walked, half-crawled to Silvia’s side, quickly unloading the supplies she’d managed to gather.
“I don’t think any of them saw me.” Her expression was grave. “But there’s at least two men at every exit.”
She checked her cell phone. “Joder! Still no service or communication.”
“Pepa, slow down.” A pained plea. “Just take it easy. We’ll come up with something.”
“Vale.” Her hands shook as she checked the bloody dressing around her partner’s shoulder.
“I told you, it’s just a through and through.”
The agent choked out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, right.” She uncapped a bottle of water. “Here. Drink.”
Silvia gratefully swallowed a gulp of the life-giving substance. She was unable to stifle a whimper as she felt Pepa embrace her from behind, putting pressure on the bullet wound.
“Pepa?”
“Sí, princesa?” A kiss to a sweaty temple.
“I’m scared.”
“I know.” The brunette blinked tears out of her eyes, pulling a 9mm within reach with her free hand.
“Te quiero, cariño. I’ll get us out of here.”
___
Water
She lowered her sunglasses, surreptitiously peeking over the lenses. Lips parted as her lungs fought for air, finally sucking in an astonished gasp.
A vision slowly arose out of the cerulean tide. Sparking droplets of water kissing deeply bronzed skin. Dark, lustrous locks the color of onyx, slicked back and wet with seawater. High, impeccable cheekbones. Long, delicate eyelashes fluttering in pleasure as the sun met and warmed the tall frame. Rounded breasts that were just the right size, nipples straining tight against the thin fabric. And the legs…legs that simply went on forever. Perfect, supple thighs that met at the tiniest, black string bikini bottom she’d ever seen.
“Silvia? Silvia??”
“Huh?” The redhead blinked, seeing that her lover now stood directly over her, dripping wet and grinning madly.
“Be careful, pelirroja.” Pepa teased as she reached for a towel. “You’re drooling!”
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The Promise
“God dammit, Pepa!”
“Ow, that hurt! Would you quit poking at it?”
“Well, would you stop moving around?!”
Livid, Silvia tied off the last stitch and flung the scissors from the suture kit on a nearby tray.
Pepa’s eyebrows rose at the infuriated gesture. Dios, I’m in deep shit!
An exasperated sigh. “Pepa, if that bullet had gone a few centimeters further, it could have hit your abdominal aortic artery!”
“Silvia -”
“Or it could have shattered a rib and punctured a lung!”
“Princesa…”
“All because you have to fucking charge into the middle of a crossfire!”
“Hey, how was I supposed to know that my morning coffee run at Lizarran was going to turn into a holdup?” Pepa yelled, now just as angry.
“I’m not blaming you for doing your job, I just…” Silvia sighed again, the fight going out of her as fury morphed into a weary acceptance. “No lo sé.”
The agent felt her own anger bleeding away at the sight of her wife’s slumped shoulders. “Lo siento, Silvia.”
“Just promise me…” She took the dark head into her hands, gazing directly into brown eyes to emphasize her words. “Promise me I won’t ever lose you to some crazy, impulsive action on your part.”
A sigh. Pepa leaned her forehead against the love of her life. Fingers tangling comfortingly in the red mane.
“I promise.”
___
The Gift
“Here you go.”
Pepa shook her head in bemusement as another box was placed in her hands. “Pelirroja, you don’t have to keep giving me so many gifts -”
“Are you getting crankier in your old age?”
“Sí.” She smiled. “But I haven’t gotten this many birthday gifts, ever! I keep telling you -”
“That I’m the only gift you need. I know.” Nimble fingers tweaked Pepa’s nose. “And I keep telling you that I’ve only got one wife to spoil on her birthday.”
“Fine!” Pepa playfully huffed, blowing a stray strand of raven hair from her forehead. She ripped off the paper and opened the box.
“Wow…” Her fingers traced the elegant silver chain and intricately engraved locket. “That’s beautiful.”
“It’s an antique.” Silvia informed her. “The man I bought it from said that when someone gives it to the person they love, they become two halves of the same person.”
The brunette pried open the piece of jewelry to find Silvia’s smiling countenance, framed by a few distinctive strands of red hair.
“I thought you’d want a part of me with you.” The inspector blushed as she took in her wife’s visibly touched expression.
Pepa took the hand opposite hers, twining their fingers and pressing them to her chest, over her rapidly beating heart.
“You are always with me.” She murmured leaning in for a sweet, soft kiss. “Gracias, mi mujer.”