Fanfiction: Hey Jealousy - 01
Title: Hey Jealousy
Show: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: R, ultimately NC-17
Spoilers: Sometime during their year of domestic bliss. No spoilers to speak of.
A/N: So I've been out of the loop for days now, and I come back to this?! SMUT-FEST!! You bunch o' horndogs! So, I had no choice, I had to join in the common cause to make people horny. I've actually never written smut before, now that I think about it, but I have wanted to for a loooong time. So, thanks to you junebuggy, for getting my ass in gear! This one's for you!!
Oh, and Part 02 will be up tomorrow (God willing). I didn't have enough time to finish today, and the story was getting longer and longer...
I lay out the last of her clothes on the bed as I hear her walk through the front door. I can tell by the lack of "hello" that she is tired, and probably grumpy. I'll have my work cut out for me.
"Babe, is that you?" I ask as I walk from the bedroom to the living room. A pathetic grunt is what I get in response, followed by her stuff being thrown on the table and the fridge opening. I see my girl come into view, staring into the cool appliance, and I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. Despite her obvious bad mood she rests against me, a contented sigh gracing her lips.
"Happy to be home?"
"That's an understatement."
"Tough day, huh?"
"You try doing back to back autopsies over the course of 12 hours and see how you feel. I'm so glad we have the day off tomorrow."
"Me too, especially since we promised to go out with Rocio and the girls tonight." I back away casually and start to put her coat up knowing the shit's about to hit the fan.
"Pepa..." I hear her voice start out as a warning growl. "You better be joking."
"Nope, sorry to disappoint you, pelirroja, but we made plans with them weeks ago." I turn and stare at her pointedly. "And we are going."
Silvia momentarily forgets her ire as she takes in my tight low-waisted jeans and tank top. Then she remembers why I'm dressed to kill and gets back to the point. "You mean you're going, I'm staying home and sleeping," she looks at me just as stubbornly and crosses her arms.
Instead of getting mad, I decide to use the sympathy card. I've learned over time that it works so much better than fighting with my hard-headed girlfriend. "Silvia, listen my love, we've canceled our nights out with her twice before, and I've been looking forward to this night out with you for a long time -"
"Pepa, I'm exhausted! We'll go out some other night."
"When? For the last two months the only times we've been out together at night were for some seedy stakeouts. I need this! You need this! Look, I've already done the work for you. I've got your clothes laying out on the bed as we speak. Just hop in there, slip that sexy body into your sexy outfit, and we're on our way." I smile at her enthusiastically, not forgetting to leave traces of determination on my face. I want her to know that I mean business. She glares back at me and I think she's going to start a fight, but her mouth starts to twitch at the corners instead, and I can see defeat written on her face.
"Fine. I'll go out with you tonight. But it's only because I love you." She points a finger at me and squints her eyes as if she's angry. I laugh and kiss her cheek before swatting her butt.
"Now get in there, pelirroja, and get dolled up fast because we only have twenty minutes before we have to leave."
"Twenty minutes!?" I hear from the other side of the wall as she walks to the bedroom.
"Well, if you weren't so slow cutting bodies open you would have more time."
"Don't push it, Miranda!" I hear her muffled yell through the walls. Then I hear a little yelp followed by her footsteps.
"You want me to wear this?!" She holds up the apparently offensive piece of clothing. I don't know what she's going on about. it's a hot, tight little black dress with silvery fringe, and she bought it for herself, after all.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Pepa, I'm not just going out with you, I'm going out with a bunch of lesbians, one of which has the hots for me, or have you already forgotten?"
I start to chuckle. "Oh, c'mon. I think you're exaggerating."
"Then why is it that Paula always ends up talking to me when there are plenty of other girls around? I mean, she's a nice girl and all, but I'm taken, you know, and whenever you leave my side - there she is."
"So she has a crush on you, it's flattering."
"You aren't jealous?"
"No, why should I be. You obviously aren't interested in her, you love me, so I have nothing to worry about."
Silvia crinkles her brow, slightly annoyed at my level-headedness. You'd think after all this time she'd be happy that I'm acting rational. She obviously comes to some conclusion in her head and points at me again. "Fine. I'll wear it. Just don't leave my side." She gets back to her primping and I stand in the kitchen smiling. A year ago I had to connive ways to spend time with her and now she doesn't want me to leave her side? How did I get to be so lucky?
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An hour we've been here, and though my girl is sitting right next to me, I can't seem to claim any of her attention. Paula has been taking classes in forensic science for the last few months and suddenly Silvia is all to happy to talk with her ad nauseam about blood, guts, and brains. And she thinks I'm the crazy one?
Lorena is next to me, and Rocio, her wife, and several other women are seated across from us. The conversation has been fine, great even, but I can't help but feel lonely without my pelirroja giving me some bit of acknowledgment. A hand hold, a smile, a wink, even a glare would be welcome. Deep down I know that I am feeling a bit jealous at this point, but I'll be damned if I'll admit that to her.
While the music is pumping, I lean into her and whisper in my best seductive voice, "Dance with me, princesa." She glances back at me with a small smile, shaking her head in the negative before turning away and falling back into conversation with Paula, as if I didn't exist. I frown slightly, and decide to play my trump card by running my hand up her bare thigh until it hits the hem of her dress. I can feel her flesh quiver under my fingertips and think things are going well until I push the boundaries of the fabric and get a quick slap on the wrist for my efforts. What is this? So I don't know the time it takes for blood to coagulate, does that make me undesirable all of a sudden?? I'm feeling a bit angry now and find myself turning my back on her and staring right at Lorena, who is giving me a knowing look. She can tell I'm frustrated. Suddenly a devilish scheme comes to mind and I decide to enlist her in winning back the attention of my woman. A quick chat and she quickly agrees to be my accomplice.
One minute later and I'm moving against Lorena on the dance floor. She and I have a history. We'd been an item several years ago, only for a few weeks, which was kind of long term for me. It wasn't anything serious, not that that matters to my pelijorra, who gets her panties in a twist whenever I want to go out with Lorena or we spend too much time together. Well, right now I'm happy to use that to my advantage.
I try my best to not look over at Silvia, using my peripheral vision instead. I can see that she's gazing my way so I wrap my arms around Lorena and grind against her to the beat of the music. Lorena knows exactly what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. She's enjoying the charade, grinding right back and rubbing her hands along my back. I can't take not seeing Silvia's reaction, so I risk a quick peek at her only to find her face flushed red and her eyes flashing at me with jealousy. I wink at her, and she furiously turns back to Paula. Her posture is stiff, silently telling me she knows I'm trying to piss her off and she won't be giving me the satisfaction of looking. I turn my eyes back to Lorena who shrugs at me, knowing our plan has failed. I tell her that I'm going to get another drink and she heads back to the table.
Damn! All I wanted was for Silvia to march out onto the dance floor and either jump me or punch me - was that too much to ask? She's so stubborn, it's infuriating! She knows I just want her to pay attention to me, to dance with me, but she won't give me the satisfaction. No, she has to have it her way. She has to have the upper hand. I'm so annoyed I snap my drink order at the bartender, who gives me a somewhat frightened look before carrying out my order.
The beer is cold and it tastes good as it flows down my throat. I turn back to our table intending to find out if anyone else wants a drink, and I quickly notice that Silvia is gone...and so is Paula. Where the fuck did they go?!
My eyes scan the room thoroughly before skidding to a sudden halt. I see her; her eyes locked on mine knowing I can see every movement she makes, and I can't believe what I'm seeing: My pelirroja, dancing like a stripper and our "friend" Paula is the pole. What the FUCK?! The bottle in my hand creaks slightly under the pressure of my death grip. My eyes must have turned green, I'm so filled with envy.
She did it. She fucking did it to me. She's made me feel insanely jealous, and as luck would have it, I can't look away from the cause of said jealousy. Her movements are so enticing, I can't tear my eyes away from her. I know she's only doing this to taunt me, to get back at me, and hell, it's working. 100% working.
Just then, a crowd of people come pushing into the club, filling up the dance floor, and severing our connection. I see my opportunity and instantly take advantage of it. I wend my way through the masses, making sure Silvia can't see me. With my height I have a slight advantage over her as I watch her step away from Paula and search for me. Paula looks slightly dejected, but I'm positive she must be in on this game too - Silvia wouldn't lead her on without fair warning.
I get in close and Paula catches my eye, none too guiltily I might add. I motion with my head for her to take a hike, which she quickly does, and I swiftly take her spot behind my girl, who is standing on her toes trying to find me in the throng of dancers. I slowly snake my arm around her waist and pull her against me. She gasps and stiffens in response, instantly recognizing my touch. "What, princesa? Don't you want to play anymore?" I start to sway behind her, moving her body with mine. "You wanted to dance a moment ago, didn't you?"
"I didn't ask you to dance."
"No, you asked poor, lovesick Paula. I thought you were better than that, Silvia. Playing with her emotions like that, tsk, tsk--"
"No, she knew it was just a game, just to tease you--"
I yank her against me again, harder this time. "I thought as much, you sneaky little minx."
Silvia spins out of my grip and faces me. "I'm the sneaky one? I didn't start this game, you did. What's pissing you off is that I'm not the one who got jealous." One eyebrow raises provocatively.
"Oh please, your face was as red as your hair you were so jealous."
"Really? Well, which one of us came charging onto the dance floor and claimed their woman like a caveman? Hmmm?"
I narrow my eyes and walk toward her, closing the gap between us. She smirks as I get closer, her eyes glowing with victory and a hint of arousal. I slide against her and move us both to the rhythm of the music, all the while whispering against her ear, "You're right, pelirroja, I am jealous." I run my tongue along the side of her ear and hear her moan against me in response. "I want you," I nip at her earlobe, "every part of you," I suck on it, "every piece of you," I twirl my tongue along the contours of her ear, "all to myself, right here on this dance floor." She whimpers, trembling in my arms, goose bumps covering every inch of her. "So what do you say we stop this childish bullshit and you let me dance with you, and touch you the way I want to." With that, I smooth my hand over her ass and run it up and down her thigh. The other hand roams up her back as I pull her in as close as I can, moving our bodies to the music.
Her hands are straining to pull me even closer, signaling I have definitely won this battle. Her tongue is now lavishing its attention on my ear, making my eyes flutter and my body vibrate. Once she's done playing there, she makes her way down my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail behind her. God she's driving me crazy. I grab the nape of her neck and bring our mouths together, feeling desperate to taste her. Our tongues instantly entangle and slide in and out while our bodies undulate against one another. The heat between us is growing as we grind together, and my hands are starting to slide underneath her dress of their own accord.
Without warning, Silvia pulls our mouths apart and stares at me with lust-filled eyes. One perfect eyebrow rises as a challenge, and it occurs to me she may still think this is a game. If she leaves me high and dry on this dance floor right now she really will see what a caveman I can be.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"God yes!" I answer in a rush, thrilled that we're both finally on the same page.
Show: LHDP
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Rating: R, ultimately NC-17
Spoilers: Sometime during their year of domestic bliss. No spoilers to speak of.
A/N: So I've been out of the loop for days now, and I come back to this?! SMUT-FEST!! You bunch o' horndogs! So, I had no choice, I had to join in the common cause to make people horny. I've actually never written smut before, now that I think about it, but I have wanted to for a loooong time. So, thanks to you junebuggy, for getting my ass in gear! This one's for you!!
Oh, and Part 02 will be up tomorrow (God willing). I didn't have enough time to finish today, and the story was getting longer and longer...
I lay out the last of her clothes on the bed as I hear her walk through the front door. I can tell by the lack of "hello" that she is tired, and probably grumpy. I'll have my work cut out for me.
"Babe, is that you?" I ask as I walk from the bedroom to the living room. A pathetic grunt is what I get in response, followed by her stuff being thrown on the table and the fridge opening. I see my girl come into view, staring into the cool appliance, and I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. Despite her obvious bad mood she rests against me, a contented sigh gracing her lips.
"Happy to be home?"
"That's an understatement."
"Tough day, huh?"
"You try doing back to back autopsies over the course of 12 hours and see how you feel. I'm so glad we have the day off tomorrow."
"Me too, especially since we promised to go out with Rocio and the girls tonight." I back away casually and start to put her coat up knowing the shit's about to hit the fan.
"Pepa..." I hear her voice start out as a warning growl. "You better be joking."
"Nope, sorry to disappoint you, pelirroja, but we made plans with them weeks ago." I turn and stare at her pointedly. "And we are going."
Silvia momentarily forgets her ire as she takes in my tight low-waisted jeans and tank top. Then she remembers why I'm dressed to kill and gets back to the point. "You mean you're going, I'm staying home and sleeping," she looks at me just as stubbornly and crosses her arms.
Instead of getting mad, I decide to use the sympathy card. I've learned over time that it works so much better than fighting with my hard-headed girlfriend. "Silvia, listen my love, we've canceled our nights out with her twice before, and I've been looking forward to this night out with you for a long time -"
"Pepa, I'm exhausted! We'll go out some other night."
"When? For the last two months the only times we've been out together at night were for some seedy stakeouts. I need this! You need this! Look, I've already done the work for you. I've got your clothes laying out on the bed as we speak. Just hop in there, slip that sexy body into your sexy outfit, and we're on our way." I smile at her enthusiastically, not forgetting to leave traces of determination on my face. I want her to know that I mean business. She glares back at me and I think she's going to start a fight, but her mouth starts to twitch at the corners instead, and I can see defeat written on her face.
"Fine. I'll go out with you tonight. But it's only because I love you." She points a finger at me and squints her eyes as if she's angry. I laugh and kiss her cheek before swatting her butt.
"Now get in there, pelirroja, and get dolled up fast because we only have twenty minutes before we have to leave."
"Twenty minutes!?" I hear from the other side of the wall as she walks to the bedroom.
"Well, if you weren't so slow cutting bodies open you would have more time."
"Don't push it, Miranda!" I hear her muffled yell through the walls. Then I hear a little yelp followed by her footsteps.
"You want me to wear this?!" She holds up the apparently offensive piece of clothing. I don't know what she's going on about. it's a hot, tight little black dress with silvery fringe, and she bought it for herself, after all.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Pepa, I'm not just going out with you, I'm going out with a bunch of lesbians, one of which has the hots for me, or have you already forgotten?"
I start to chuckle. "Oh, c'mon. I think you're exaggerating."
"Then why is it that Paula always ends up talking to me when there are plenty of other girls around? I mean, she's a nice girl and all, but I'm taken, you know, and whenever you leave my side - there she is."
"So she has a crush on you, it's flattering."
"You aren't jealous?"
"No, why should I be. You obviously aren't interested in her, you love me, so I have nothing to worry about."
Silvia crinkles her brow, slightly annoyed at my level-headedness. You'd think after all this time she'd be happy that I'm acting rational. She obviously comes to some conclusion in her head and points at me again. "Fine. I'll wear it. Just don't leave my side." She gets back to her primping and I stand in the kitchen smiling. A year ago I had to connive ways to spend time with her and now she doesn't want me to leave her side? How did I get to be so lucky?
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An hour we've been here, and though my girl is sitting right next to me, I can't seem to claim any of her attention. Paula has been taking classes in forensic science for the last few months and suddenly Silvia is all to happy to talk with her ad nauseam about blood, guts, and brains. And she thinks I'm the crazy one?
Lorena is next to me, and Rocio, her wife, and several other women are seated across from us. The conversation has been fine, great even, but I can't help but feel lonely without my pelirroja giving me some bit of acknowledgment. A hand hold, a smile, a wink, even a glare would be welcome. Deep down I know that I am feeling a bit jealous at this point, but I'll be damned if I'll admit that to her.
While the music is pumping, I lean into her and whisper in my best seductive voice, "Dance with me, princesa." She glances back at me with a small smile, shaking her head in the negative before turning away and falling back into conversation with Paula, as if I didn't exist. I frown slightly, and decide to play my trump card by running my hand up her bare thigh until it hits the hem of her dress. I can feel her flesh quiver under my fingertips and think things are going well until I push the boundaries of the fabric and get a quick slap on the wrist for my efforts. What is this? So I don't know the time it takes for blood to coagulate, does that make me undesirable all of a sudden?? I'm feeling a bit angry now and find myself turning my back on her and staring right at Lorena, who is giving me a knowing look. She can tell I'm frustrated. Suddenly a devilish scheme comes to mind and I decide to enlist her in winning back the attention of my woman. A quick chat and she quickly agrees to be my accomplice.
One minute later and I'm moving against Lorena on the dance floor. She and I have a history. We'd been an item several years ago, only for a few weeks, which was kind of long term for me. It wasn't anything serious, not that that matters to my pelijorra, who gets her panties in a twist whenever I want to go out with Lorena or we spend too much time together. Well, right now I'm happy to use that to my advantage.
I try my best to not look over at Silvia, using my peripheral vision instead. I can see that she's gazing my way so I wrap my arms around Lorena and grind against her to the beat of the music. Lorena knows exactly what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. She's enjoying the charade, grinding right back and rubbing her hands along my back. I can't take not seeing Silvia's reaction, so I risk a quick peek at her only to find her face flushed red and her eyes flashing at me with jealousy. I wink at her, and she furiously turns back to Paula. Her posture is stiff, silently telling me she knows I'm trying to piss her off and she won't be giving me the satisfaction of looking. I turn my eyes back to Lorena who shrugs at me, knowing our plan has failed. I tell her that I'm going to get another drink and she heads back to the table.
Damn! All I wanted was for Silvia to march out onto the dance floor and either jump me or punch me - was that too much to ask? She's so stubborn, it's infuriating! She knows I just want her to pay attention to me, to dance with me, but she won't give me the satisfaction. No, she has to have it her way. She has to have the upper hand. I'm so annoyed I snap my drink order at the bartender, who gives me a somewhat frightened look before carrying out my order.
The beer is cold and it tastes good as it flows down my throat. I turn back to our table intending to find out if anyone else wants a drink, and I quickly notice that Silvia is gone...and so is Paula. Where the fuck did they go?!
My eyes scan the room thoroughly before skidding to a sudden halt. I see her; her eyes locked on mine knowing I can see every movement she makes, and I can't believe what I'm seeing: My pelirroja, dancing like a stripper and our "friend" Paula is the pole. What the FUCK?! The bottle in my hand creaks slightly under the pressure of my death grip. My eyes must have turned green, I'm so filled with envy.
She did it. She fucking did it to me. She's made me feel insanely jealous, and as luck would have it, I can't look away from the cause of said jealousy. Her movements are so enticing, I can't tear my eyes away from her. I know she's only doing this to taunt me, to get back at me, and hell, it's working. 100% working.
Just then, a crowd of people come pushing into the club, filling up the dance floor, and severing our connection. I see my opportunity and instantly take advantage of it. I wend my way through the masses, making sure Silvia can't see me. With my height I have a slight advantage over her as I watch her step away from Paula and search for me. Paula looks slightly dejected, but I'm positive she must be in on this game too - Silvia wouldn't lead her on without fair warning.
I get in close and Paula catches my eye, none too guiltily I might add. I motion with my head for her to take a hike, which she quickly does, and I swiftly take her spot behind my girl, who is standing on her toes trying to find me in the throng of dancers. I slowly snake my arm around her waist and pull her against me. She gasps and stiffens in response, instantly recognizing my touch. "What, princesa? Don't you want to play anymore?" I start to sway behind her, moving her body with mine. "You wanted to dance a moment ago, didn't you?"
"I didn't ask you to dance."
"No, you asked poor, lovesick Paula. I thought you were better than that, Silvia. Playing with her emotions like that, tsk, tsk--"
"No, she knew it was just a game, just to tease you--"
I yank her against me again, harder this time. "I thought as much, you sneaky little minx."
Silvia spins out of my grip and faces me. "I'm the sneaky one? I didn't start this game, you did. What's pissing you off is that I'm not the one who got jealous." One eyebrow raises provocatively.
"Oh please, your face was as red as your hair you were so jealous."
"Really? Well, which one of us came charging onto the dance floor and claimed their woman like a caveman? Hmmm?"
I narrow my eyes and walk toward her, closing the gap between us. She smirks as I get closer, her eyes glowing with victory and a hint of arousal. I slide against her and move us both to the rhythm of the music, all the while whispering against her ear, "You're right, pelirroja, I am jealous." I run my tongue along the side of her ear and hear her moan against me in response. "I want you," I nip at her earlobe, "every part of you," I suck on it, "every piece of you," I twirl my tongue along the contours of her ear, "all to myself, right here on this dance floor." She whimpers, trembling in my arms, goose bumps covering every inch of her. "So what do you say we stop this childish bullshit and you let me dance with you, and touch you the way I want to." With that, I smooth my hand over her ass and run it up and down her thigh. The other hand roams up her back as I pull her in as close as I can, moving our bodies to the music.
Her hands are straining to pull me even closer, signaling I have definitely won this battle. Her tongue is now lavishing its attention on my ear, making my eyes flutter and my body vibrate. Once she's done playing there, she makes her way down my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail behind her. God she's driving me crazy. I grab the nape of her neck and bring our mouths together, feeling desperate to taste her. Our tongues instantly entangle and slide in and out while our bodies undulate against one another. The heat between us is growing as we grind together, and my hands are starting to slide underneath her dress of their own accord.
Without warning, Silvia pulls our mouths apart and stares at me with lust-filled eyes. One perfect eyebrow rises as a challenge, and it occurs to me she may still think this is a game. If she leaves me high and dry on this dance floor right now she really will see what a caveman I can be.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"God yes!" I answer in a rush, thrilled that we're both finally on the same page.