PepSi Challenge: Primer Año de PepSi - Chapter 12

Oct 18, 2009 14:37


PepSi Challenge: Primer Año de PepSi - Chapter 12

Rating: NC-17

A/N: Apologies this has taken so long to continue, but junebuggy contacted me saying that Thuperlithp wasn’t going to be able to do the next part, so I was next in line. This is literally my first time doing anything remotely NC-17 so I hope I won’t frak it up too much! I just whipped this out in a few hours, so apologies for any inconsistencies/errors.

I’m not sure who’s after this since no one has signed up, but if anyone wants to take this on after this chapter, feel free.

Writer’s Order:

Jeminai -  Chapter 1 (Is it the Worst Year of Our Lives?)

Av8r -  Chapter 2 (Pure Genius)

Angie -  Chapter 3 (My Lover looks Sexy Using a Microscope)

Sia -  Chapter 4 

Buttons -  Chapter 5

Lovely - Chapter 6

JuneBuggy - Chapter 7

Xe - Chapter 8

BigMarianFan - Chapter 9

Supes - Chapter 10

Soorpanakha - Chapter 11

lenageek - Chapter 12

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The devil, that’s who the pelirroja is, she’s the devil in disguise! Pepa’s mind chanted over and over again. Her thighs were wet with her own arousal, but her mouth was dry since it was literally agape. Why the hell did she leave me high and fucking dry, naked on the bed?! Well, not dry but fucking insane with…with…dammit!

“Ohh, when I find you pelirroja!” Pepa managed to growl as she rolled onto her stomach and off the soft mattress.

“Mierda!” Her legs nearly bucked under her as her movements caused her nerves to jangle pleasantly, tortuously, from her center and skittering up her stomach, almost making her come right then and there.

The tall brunette stalked into the large, marble floored bathroom, her keen vision sweeping the vanity and the hot tub, her eyes softening at the memory of the other night with chocolate coated strawberries, lavender oil and one naked Silvia Castro Leon. Speaking of…

“Silvia, where - oof!”

Pepa was almost taken off her feet as a lithe, bare arm reached behind her and dragged her into a shower stall. The same arm reached back to close the frosted glass door with a slight snick.

The agent found herself shoved against a tile wall, wet with steaming hot water. Most of the air was knocked out of her lungs and what little was left was devoured by lips that hungrily covered her own. Tongues intertwined and fought for dominance, neither one of them willing to yield as Pepa eagerly sucked on the throbbing muscle that filled her mouth, tasting and exploring every inch. Silvia ended the kiss as her forehead press against Pepa’s both of them breathing in desperately needed oxygen.

“I thought we’d try out the shower.” Silvia purred, her hooded eyes clearly communicating her desire.

“Well, no arguments there, pelirroja.” Pepa embraced her love, her wet arms tracing a heated path against her lover’s shoulders. “So, would you like to continue where we left off? That was quite rude of you to leave me in the lurch, you know.”

A smack resounded off the tile as Silvia’s hand met the taunt flesh of Pepa’s ass. “Quite rude, I know. But this time, I’ll finish what I started. But -” A teasing finger wagged in front of the brunette’s face, which proved irresistible as she took it into her mouth, suckling on it gently. “They’ll be no interference from you, otherwise I might be tempted to end early.”

Pepa’s eyes widened, both at the stinging slap and at Silvia’s words. She raised her hands above her head in a submissive position. “I’m all yours, pelirroja.”

Full lips curved into a smirk. “I knew you’d say that.”

Silvia reached behind her to grab a bathing sponge, giving it a generous dollop of the lavender body wash she’d used earlier, caressing it in her hands to work the sponge into a lather.

Pepa could only groan in frustration as she let her head thump against the hard tile. “Christ Silvia, who says I want to fucking bathe right now?”

“Ah ah!” The same finger that Pepa had sucked on pressed itself to her lips, shushing her. “Besides, who says you’re the one getting clean? Observe.” The lips formed themselves into a grin against the finger as Pepa’s mind almost exploded with the implication. Dios mío!

Silvia firmly clenched the sponge in her right hand, the scented foam spilling and trickling onto the shower floor with the action. Slowly, with infinite care, she circled her right breast with the sponge, moving in smaller concentric circles to her nipple, which was taunt and puckered with stimulation. The fingers of her left hand moved to pinch the nipple, blunt fingernails raking across the sensitized bud, causing it to stand out even more. She moved the sponge to her left breast, giving it the same slow, loving attention, her burning gaze never leaving Pepa’s face.

Pepa on the other hand had to bring her hands down and literally place them behind her back to keep herself from grabbing Silvia roughly to her and ravishing her right there. Her legs had already begun to quake with tension and she knew they wouldn’t hold her up much longer. Her eyes keenly followed the sponge as Silvia left a long, leisurely soapy trail, inch by inch down her chest and stomach, finally dabbing at the red curls at the apex of her legs.

The redhead moaned loudly and threw her head back, the water pelting her face and creating miniature rivers of moisture that cascaded down fair skin as she abandoned the sponge and inserted her own finger into herself, feeling her walls clench with pleasure. She bucked hard against her finger at the initial contact, quickly adding a second one, only taking a few quick, firm thrusts before feeling the moisture gush over the digits and spilling out onto the tile.

Silvia let out a shuddering breath and opened her eyes to see Pepa practically in a trace, her mouth opened in a silent ‘O’, her eyes glazed over with equal parts desire and disbelief. Almost as if she were unaware something so primal and beautiful could exist. The forensic scientist chuckled and palmed a high cheekbone, whispering into her ear.

“We’ve never done that yet, have we cariño?” White, even teeth bit down on an earlobe, suckling it and releasing it with a slight pop. “I thought you’d enjoy seeing me pleasure myself. How it looks when I’m thinking of you, feeling your hands on me, dreaming of you.” She patted the cheek again, almost concerned. “Pepa?”

“Guh…” a slurred voice issued forth from a dry throat. “That was the hottest, fucking -” Pepa moved her arms to hold Silvia, only to have the redhead press her shoulders down, holding her in place.

“Shh. I’m still not done with you yet. Look, but don’t touch until I say, remember?”

A frantic nod greeted her. Silvia pressed the same fingers that had been inside herself to Pepa’s lips, feeling a tongue snake out, tasting the sweet, succulent flavor that was uniquely her.

Silvia reached behind her to grab the discarded sponge, rapidly soaping it up again and bent down to Pepa’s feet, unhurriedly making a soapy path up an incredibly long leg. Her tongue darted out to taste the dusky skin as the water washed away the suds, the slight tang of minerals and the unique flavor of Pepa’s skin swirling in her mouth. She gradually worked her way up a trembling leg to the dark curls, the sponge washing them thoroughly before she paused.

Pepa’s eyes, which had been closed to enjoy this sweet torture, popped open as her lover’s actions abruptly stopped.

“Si - Silvia, what are you doing?” she muttered, her tongue think and slow with need, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Silvia patted a firm thigh. “Let me just -” She saw Pepa’s eyes slam shut again as she worked part of the sponge into Pepa’s opening, along with two fingers. “I need to make sure you’re clean everywhere.” A rakish grin.

Pepa’s head thumped again against the unyielding tiles. She knew she’d have a bruise later, but that was the last thing on her mind. Her body continued to quiver uncontrollably as she felt Silvia’s fingers thrusting, driving against the sensitized walls, the textured layers of the sponge adding a new, welcome sensation. Pepa felt her hips buck repeatedly as Silvia shifted, standing and bending to use her mouth to love her breasts, the sucks, nips and gentle bites keeping time with the rhythm of the fingers that were almost, but not quite hitting the spot that Pepa so insanely craved. Before Pepa could groan a complaint, she felt Silvia pull the sponge and her fingers out simultaneously, the sudden rubbing against the soft walls tearing a frustrated yell from her lips.

And then Silvia’s mouth was there, lapping up suds and Pepa’s sweet essence alike. The brunette felt the delicious pressure build up in her center, coiling and exploding as Silvia’s teeth lightly nibbled on her clit, her tongue still working its magic, plunging repeatedly out of soft, warm walls. Pepa’s scream resounded loudly off of the shower walls as her orgasm hit her, the force of it coiling and swirling throughout her body, sending every nerve ending on a painful, pleasurable edge. Her hands moved from behind her back to embrace Silvia as she stood, but her legs had reached their limit as Pepa collapsed on the shower floor with an ungracious thunk, pulling her lover with her.

Pepa’s chest heaved as she struggled to draw in breath, finally opening dazed eyes. Slowly, Silvia’s face was bought into focus, her lips curved into a sexy, self-satisfied smile.

“Mm, gracias my love!” Pepa mumbled as she hugged Silvia mindlessly to her. “I had no idea you were so talented.”

The taller woman felt the vibration against her body as Silvia chuckled against her. “Well, I had a few ideas in my head for playtime in the shower, so I figured…” A light shrug. “Practice makes perfect.”

Pepa moved to kiss the smaller woman, her actions communicating the yearning and love that burned through every fiber of her being. She pulled back and stared deeply into the eyes of the woman that held her soul, so completely and utterly. “And I’d love to keep being your personal laboratory Silvia. Any time.”

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A few hours later, the two naked bodies were still blissfully entwined under the cool sheets on the bed. Pepa had taken her own sweet time in returning the favor to Silvia, trying out a few experiments of her own. She had teased her partner saying ‘Hey, just because I’m a cop doesn’t mean that I don’t have my research needs in the field that have to be verified!’ Silvia had thrown back her head and laughed, the giggles turning into a purr as Pepa’s head had dipped between her thighs again.

Pepa tightly embraced her lover, throwing her leg over the firm thighs, trying to make as much tactile contact with Silvia as possible, her need not going unnoticed by the redhead.

“Qué pasa?” Silvia softly asked, her fingers reaching to smooth the fine hairs on Pepa’s forearm.

“It’s just that I wanted to apologize again for almost fucking up this trip. And for not being there earlier today. You almost died, all because of my own stupid insecurities.” Silvia felt the shudder go through the long body behind her, this one borne of fear instead of pleasure.

“It’s all right, cariño.” Silvia turned to face Pepa’s worried expression, not surprised to see a tear trickling down a high cheekbone. “Tell you what.” She said as she kissed away the tear. “Let’s pack up tomorrow and just hit the road. Go to whatever town we please. No map, no directions. Just go where the wind takes us. How’s that for being spontaneous? No more rigid, inflexible pelirroja!”

Silvia was heartened to see Pepa grin back at her, waggling her eyebrows playfully. “Only if they include more experiments in the shower from you! I’m all game for that!”

“Mm, definitely!” Silvia murmured as she pulled Pepa in for a lingering kiss.

The redhead’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest as a loud, persistent knocking beat on the door. Her head popped up angrily as she glared at the wooden portal, willing the intruder to go away. Instead, the pounding only became more insistent.

“Joder!” Silvia swore as she managed to untangle herself from Pepa’s limbs and threw on a robe. She paused and grazed her fingertips along Pepa’s face, watching chocolate brown eyes flutter sleepily. “You stay here sweetheart. I get the feeling I wore you out earlier, so get some rest.”

Pepa didn’t protest as her head dropped down on the pillow, her lungs filled with the pleasurable scent of Silvia’s skin as she inhaled deeply.

“Qué?!” Silvia wrenched open the door, prepared to bite the person’s head off who dare interrupt her private time with her lover.

An officer in formal dress blues greeted her, his expression no nonsense as he handed Silvia a blue piece of paper.

“Silvia Castro, Policía! I’m here to inform you that Alicia Alvarez has just been found dead. I have a warrant to search your room and to let you know that your partner, Pepa Miranda is wanted for questioning.”

Oh shit! Silvia’s eyes were as round as saucers as she digested the officer’s words.

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A/N2: Anyone want to pick up where this left off? ;D

fan fic, rating: nc-17, pepa/silvia

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