FIC: Precipitate [LHDP/HC Crossover] 1/?
Title: Precipitate
Crossover: Los Hombres de Paco/Hospital Central
Pairing: Vero/Pepa/Maca
Spoilers: spoilers for season 8 finale of LHDP and season 15 of HC
Rating: PG-13 (includes some ~tame~ sexual content)
Disclaimer: Not my shows, not my characters blah blah blah
Summary: The first time was the parking garage...
Beta/Previewers: awaltzforanight ♥ and derevko_child ♥
Author's Note: This is my first fic ever. Like ever ever. So please be gentle and don't be shy commenting. I'd like feedback so I know if I'm doing good. This will also encourage me to finish this cos I'm not sure if it's good enough. I just decided to write this because the idea has been bugging me since I randomly came up with it. :p I have no real clue what I'm going for but I'm just having fun. I also think the world needs more crossover fics especially of these three characters. xD
Vero: The first time was the parking garage.
It was another late night in Hospital Central, turning papers in after a round of Rai's newest conquests in the cafeteria. What happened before that was something left to be desired. I had gone through great lengths avoiding running into her all morning. The phone call I now regret answering could have been worse. What I never saw coming was the intrusion on my patient's session. This was something unexpected of her for she was usually the first to avoid confrontation until forced into a corner. I was bemused.
Still. I had to carry on. This was the problem with working with your ex, who also happened to be your boss. I had learned my lesson. Most definitely. For now I feel at ease, the day is finally over. The night is silent as always, but only here. The second the car rolls up the ramp, you see the city is alive.
Madrid! Sometimes I feel like I've grown weary of it, but when I come up to the illuminating lights, I breathe a sigh of relief. Taking it all in. Hospital Central is miles away.
I stride through the almost vacant expanse and I eye my Opel Corsa just where I left it. It's been a while since I drove myself home. Just a few weeks ago I was at the back of a bike- Maca's bike. I remember how she liked it fast. As did I, but only if I could latch on to her. Almost like staying in constant embrace. I think this was the most intimate thing we've done, apart from everything. It became kind of a ritual that I (and maybe she?) looked forward to after a long day in the emergency room. What we did after was another thing, but the bike rides? They were a moment of clarity. She rode for the very same reason. She taught me this.
My thoughts conclude and I stop a few feet away. I feel the goose pimples down my spine and an intense stare piercing through my back. I start walking again; just a little faster but not to cause alarm to whoever else is there. I don’t have to see it, but I know I’m not alone. It's happened before. In my line of work, I am aware that there's a limit as to how much you can predict what the "crazies" will do. But they're my patients and I will never turn my back on them.
I reach my car and shuffle through my purse for the keys. I can't find it. Of course.
"Freeze"
You, I think to myself as she forces me towards the car door. I can feel the pressure. Not just on my body but on the pit of my stomach.
"Pepa?"
I can feel the beads of perspiration down my neck as she strokes my back. She’s gentle as she breathes in close to my ear.
"Put your hands on the car and don't move. I'm going to frisk you."
I feel her delicate hands stir through my arms as if searching for something that isn’t there. She then moves her hands towards my waist and down to my bare legs. Steadily. Each stroke feels like a tease building me up.
"Pepa- what are you.... Listen. You shouldn't do this."
She isn’t really there, I thought. Words have lost her. I struggle to get away but she takes me down instantly and wrestles me to face her with my back now towards the car. She has said nothing since. Not even a single word in my office. Except now. Here. She never breaks eye contact, to prove that she's in control. It feels like there is no room to breathe between us. She takes me into her world where time has stopped. She begins closing in again. I close my eyes.
~
"Pepa?"
Is she even here with me? I shake my head. This was our third session. She has said nothing. Not about what transpired on her wedding day. Nothing about her. Or anyone else involved. She looks at me-- almost straight through me as if I wasn't there. I have seen trauma before but not like this. There is no denial or anger. Just emptiness. It seems as if life stood still after that day. It has been two months. And now it's almost as if she has just given up on life itself. It was her father-in-law who insisted she'd come to me. And she did so willingly, but I feel as though she came to please him or maybe just in respect of her. Don Lorenzo had called in to give me a brief summary and sent in her evaluation papers from their department's own psychologist. This, however, was no ordinary police matter so he sent her to me. A specialist. Three sessions in and mum's the word.
"Do you want to talk about Silvia?"
She suddenly breaks from the trance-like state and locks on my eyes. She is aware. I can almost hear her say that I am not allowed to say her name.
~
Her lips are unexpectedly sweet and soft. She pushes forward as her hand slips under my skirt and I just let her. I shiver as she steadily skims through my thigh. Not a word even now. She knows her way around, I can tell. But she never breaks free from being in control. She doesn't let go. I let her tongue slide through my mouth and mine in hers. Maybe this is what she needs after all. Maybe this is what I needed.
"My keys," I motioned.
Click.
She was a pro. I should have known. She grasped the keys when she searched me. There was no time to waste. She continues to tease me between my legs. I extend my gratitude by pulling her closer. The car door opens and I draw her in with me in the backseat.
This is it.
~
Crossover: Los Hombres de Paco/Hospital Central
Pairing: Vero/Pepa/Maca
Spoilers: spoilers for season 8 finale of LHDP and season 15 of HC
Rating: PG-13 (includes some ~tame~ sexual content)
Disclaimer: Not my shows, not my characters blah blah blah
Summary: The first time was the parking garage...
Beta/Previewers: awaltzforanight ♥ and derevko_child ♥
Author's Note: This is my first fic ever. Like ever ever. So please be gentle and don't be shy commenting. I'd like feedback so I know if I'm doing good. This will also encourage me to finish this cos I'm not sure if it's good enough. I just decided to write this because the idea has been bugging me since I randomly came up with it. :p I have no real clue what I'm going for but I'm just having fun. I also think the world needs more crossover fics especially of these three characters. xD
Vero: The first time was the parking garage.
It was another late night in Hospital Central, turning papers in after a round of Rai's newest conquests in the cafeteria. What happened before that was something left to be desired. I had gone through great lengths avoiding running into her all morning. The phone call I now regret answering could have been worse. What I never saw coming was the intrusion on my patient's session. This was something unexpected of her for she was usually the first to avoid confrontation until forced into a corner. I was bemused.
Still. I had to carry on. This was the problem with working with your ex, who also happened to be your boss. I had learned my lesson. Most definitely. For now I feel at ease, the day is finally over. The night is silent as always, but only here. The second the car rolls up the ramp, you see the city is alive.
Madrid! Sometimes I feel like I've grown weary of it, but when I come up to the illuminating lights, I breathe a sigh of relief. Taking it all in. Hospital Central is miles away.
I stride through the almost vacant expanse and I eye my Opel Corsa just where I left it. It's been a while since I drove myself home. Just a few weeks ago I was at the back of a bike- Maca's bike. I remember how she liked it fast. As did I, but only if I could latch on to her. Almost like staying in constant embrace. I think this was the most intimate thing we've done, apart from everything. It became kind of a ritual that I (and maybe she?) looked forward to after a long day in the emergency room. What we did after was another thing, but the bike rides? They were a moment of clarity. She rode for the very same reason. She taught me this.
My thoughts conclude and I stop a few feet away. I feel the goose pimples down my spine and an intense stare piercing through my back. I start walking again; just a little faster but not to cause alarm to whoever else is there. I don’t have to see it, but I know I’m not alone. It's happened before. In my line of work, I am aware that there's a limit as to how much you can predict what the "crazies" will do. But they're my patients and I will never turn my back on them.
I reach my car and shuffle through my purse for the keys. I can't find it. Of course.
"Freeze"
You, I think to myself as she forces me towards the car door. I can feel the pressure. Not just on my body but on the pit of my stomach.
"Pepa?"
I can feel the beads of perspiration down my neck as she strokes my back. She’s gentle as she breathes in close to my ear.
"Put your hands on the car and don't move. I'm going to frisk you."
I feel her delicate hands stir through my arms as if searching for something that isn’t there. She then moves her hands towards my waist and down to my bare legs. Steadily. Each stroke feels like a tease building me up.
"Pepa- what are you.... Listen. You shouldn't do this."
She isn’t really there, I thought. Words have lost her. I struggle to get away but she takes me down instantly and wrestles me to face her with my back now towards the car. She has said nothing since. Not even a single word in my office. Except now. Here. She never breaks eye contact, to prove that she's in control. It feels like there is no room to breathe between us. She takes me into her world where time has stopped. She begins closing in again. I close my eyes.
~
"Pepa?"
Is she even here with me? I shake my head. This was our third session. She has said nothing. Not about what transpired on her wedding day. Nothing about her. Or anyone else involved. She looks at me-- almost straight through me as if I wasn't there. I have seen trauma before but not like this. There is no denial or anger. Just emptiness. It seems as if life stood still after that day. It has been two months. And now it's almost as if she has just given up on life itself. It was her father-in-law who insisted she'd come to me. And she did so willingly, but I feel as though she came to please him or maybe just in respect of her. Don Lorenzo had called in to give me a brief summary and sent in her evaluation papers from their department's own psychologist. This, however, was no ordinary police matter so he sent her to me. A specialist. Three sessions in and mum's the word.
"Do you want to talk about Silvia?"
She suddenly breaks from the trance-like state and locks on my eyes. She is aware. I can almost hear her say that I am not allowed to say her name.
~
Her lips are unexpectedly sweet and soft. She pushes forward as her hand slips under my skirt and I just let her. I shiver as she steadily skims through my thigh. Not a word even now. She knows her way around, I can tell. But she never breaks free from being in control. She doesn't let go. I let her tongue slide through my mouth and mine in hers. Maybe this is what she needs after all. Maybe this is what I needed.
"My keys," I motioned.
Click.
She was a pro. I should have known. She grasped the keys when she searched me. There was no time to waste. She continues to tease me between my legs. I extend my gratitude by pulling her closer. The car door opens and I draw her in with me in the backseat.
This is it.
~