Title: Life, Later (17/?)

Pairing: Pepa/Silvia (LHDP)

Rating: R [to be on the safe side]

Spoilers: Yup, if you haven’t seen the earlier pre-Pepa episodes (season 3). So basically, this will be a kind of half-AU.
A/N: Read, enjoy & comment! :-)

17.

There are only hours left, hours!, not even a day until that damned ‘date’ that Silvia insisted ( Read more... )

Title: Life, Later (16/?)

Pairing: Pepa/Silvia (LHDP)

Rating: R [to be on the safe side]

Spoilers: Yup, if you haven’t seen the earlier pre-Pepa episodes (season 3). So basically, this will be a kind of half-AU.
A/N: Read, enjoy & comment! :-)

I have never been so mortified in my entire life. And shocked into speechlessness and into a sudden ( Read more... )

Title: Life, Later (15 ( Read more... )

14.

Sara left. Good thing too, because I almost bitchslapped her. And that would’ve been wrong, it’s wrong to hit children. Now, when it comes to certain adults, that’s a whole ‘nother thing. Now where did I put that full box of bullets? Another knock on the door. I check my gun, satisfied it’s got a full magazine, put it back into the holster ( Read more... )

13.

“That was awesome, wasn’t it?” I state as confidently as I can, still a little dizzy after my little vomiting spell, teetering on my feet and nonchalantly trying to find purchase on something solid that will help stop or at least diminish the spinning, and I end up supporting myself with a hand on Silvia’s desk, slightly leaning over her, ( Read more... )

12.

I take out my trusty Harry Potter notebook, with the colourful covers and the fountain pen, recently filled with red ink, and go over the pages of my most urgent mission: SEDUCE THE PELIRROJA! It’s now high time to implement Phase 2: GET ME/US LAID aka MAKE SWEET LOVE TO THE PELIRROJA. I turn to a blank, pristine page and put down the title ( Read more... )

11.

Bras. Honestly, I understand their necessity, I do! But still I think those wacky feminists in the 70’s had the right idea. Let’s burn them! Fire, pretty. Bras on fire, prettier. Silvia’s wearing a bra today and I’m inconsolable. I mope around the precinct, cursing the fact that I never really took up smoking in my misspent youth, like any ( Read more... )

10.

Another day at work. I’m sitting at my desk trying to finish writing the reports on a couple of autopsies, reports my father wanted yesterday, but yesterday I accompanied Rita with the little one to the pediatrician, officially at least. It didn’t seem to placate my father as he ranted that Rita was a grown woman who could find her own way ( Read more... )

9.

I had a sneaking suspicion even in medical school that the tongue was a very useful organ and that they talked way too little about it. By the way Pepa is using hers and the, now recurrent, brain-melting effect it has on me, I get the definite impression that a book should be written solely about it. But then again Pepa’s tongue must be more ( Read more... )

8.

Dios, que bien besa! I’ve kissed lots of people, 40 odd chicks and some dozen forgettable dudes too, but well… what’s in a kiss? Obviously everything, if Silvia is the one bestowing it upon you. This woman could make big money kissing, hope she never catches onto it. I as sure won’t tell her there’s a possible profitable enterprise in it, ( Read more... )