Bathtub and Shower 1/5
Title: Bathtub and Shower 1/5
Rating: Not NC-17 yet, hehe
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoiler: Erm, none
Summary: Pepa is a hopeless romantic, so am I ;)
“Joder, Pepa is not going to like this!”
It’s 11.00pm. Today is our 4th month anniversary, and also exactly one month since Pepa moved in to my house.
And I’m still at the lab. Why am I at the lab when I’m supposed to be celebrating our anniversary in Pepa’s loving arms, kissing her, hugging her, doing “things” with her, to her, on her? Blame it on the Mafia, who last night decided to shoot each other silly in a drug trading that went haywire, which of course left me with an unbelievably messy crime scene and two bodies laden with bullets to perform autopsies on.
Pepa has called and texted numerous times (erm, a lot actually) asking me to come home ASAP, but her patience has become increasingly thin each time she called/texted.
“Hey pelirroja, come home before 8.00pm, ok? We’re celebrating our 4th month anniversary!” she said when she first called.
“Where are you? … Oh, still at the lab? … Ok, but come home soon. I’ll wait for you”, she said when she called at 8.30pm.
A text came in at 9.00pm. “I hope you have taken your dinner. I’m HUNGRY so I’ve taken mine as well. Take your time to finish your work. Because I can WAIT”
Oh no, this is not good. Pepa is angry. Angry Pepa = Bad. Happy Pepa = Good. Ain’t that hard to figure out, right Silvia?
Lots of reminder texts followed. And then…“You’re still at the lab, huh? Are you planning to come back TONIGHT? AT ALL?” she yelled when she called at 10.30pm.
Uh-oh, I can sense the frustration has built up to become anger, threatening to boil over 100 degrees. No, correction, it’s not 100 degrees of water; it’s more like 1,250 degrees of hot molten lava gushing from the volcano.
So, with Pepa’s yelling still ringing in my ear, I finished tagging the last of evidences and decided to call it a night. With a determination to reach home before midnight, I quickly descended the stairs to the car park and start to drive home with the speed and precision like a F1 driver. Fernando Alonso would be proud…
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It’s 11.30pm. I finally reached home. I parked my car in the car park and turned off the light. Fuh~ I exhaled loudly, hands gripping the steering wheel til my knuckles turned white, bracing myself to confront the angry Pepa, and thinking a million and one ways on how to explain and justify my lateness, just damn afraid I’ve nothing but ruined this otherwise perfect night. I walked into my apartment’s lobby and greeted the night shift guard and got on the elevator. When I reached my unit, I hold my breath and turned the key to open my front door, and…
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A/N: Sorry to leave it cliffhanging, but we do need suspense in life, right? Yes? No?
2nd A/N: Let me know what you think about the fic. So, comment away. I’ll give away complimentary koala-bear cookies with chocolate fillings inside for those who comment. Thanks!
Rating: Not NC-17 yet, hehe
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoiler: Erm, none
Summary: Pepa is a hopeless romantic, so am I ;)
“Joder, Pepa is not going to like this!”
It’s 11.00pm. Today is our 4th month anniversary, and also exactly one month since Pepa moved in to my house.
And I’m still at the lab. Why am I at the lab when I’m supposed to be celebrating our anniversary in Pepa’s loving arms, kissing her, hugging her, doing “things” with her, to her, on her? Blame it on the Mafia, who last night decided to shoot each other silly in a drug trading that went haywire, which of course left me with an unbelievably messy crime scene and two bodies laden with bullets to perform autopsies on.
Pepa has called and texted numerous times (erm, a lot actually) asking me to come home ASAP, but her patience has become increasingly thin each time she called/texted.
“Hey pelirroja, come home before 8.00pm, ok? We’re celebrating our 4th month anniversary!” she said when she first called.
“Where are you? … Oh, still at the lab? … Ok, but come home soon. I’ll wait for you”, she said when she called at 8.30pm.
A text came in at 9.00pm. “I hope you have taken your dinner. I’m HUNGRY so I’ve taken mine as well. Take your time to finish your work. Because I can WAIT”
Oh no, this is not good. Pepa is angry. Angry Pepa = Bad. Happy Pepa = Good. Ain’t that hard to figure out, right Silvia?
Lots of reminder texts followed. And then…“You’re still at the lab, huh? Are you planning to come back TONIGHT? AT ALL?” she yelled when she called at 10.30pm.
Uh-oh, I can sense the frustration has built up to become anger, threatening to boil over 100 degrees. No, correction, it’s not 100 degrees of water; it’s more like 1,250 degrees of hot molten lava gushing from the volcano.
So, with Pepa’s yelling still ringing in my ear, I finished tagging the last of evidences and decided to call it a night. With a determination to reach home before midnight, I quickly descended the stairs to the car park and start to drive home with the speed and precision like a F1 driver. Fernando Alonso would be proud…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s 11.30pm. I finally reached home. I parked my car in the car park and turned off the light. Fuh~ I exhaled loudly, hands gripping the steering wheel til my knuckles turned white, bracing myself to confront the angry Pepa, and thinking a million and one ways on how to explain and justify my lateness, just damn afraid I’ve nothing but ruined this otherwise perfect night. I walked into my apartment’s lobby and greeted the night shift guard and got on the elevator. When I reached my unit, I hold my breath and turned the key to open my front door, and…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Sorry to leave it cliffhanging, but we do need suspense in life, right? Yes? No?
2nd A/N: Let me know what you think about the fic. So, comment away. I’ll give away complimentary koala-bear cookies with chocolate fillings inside for those who comment. Thanks!