For my friend junebuggy01. I am reposting because she told me so.

In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this. Will you?

In memory of my both my grand parents and a friend. You are always remembered.

Title: Primer Año de Pepsi
Rating: NC-17
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Spoilers: None

Summary: Continuation of the Primer Año de Pepsi Challenge.

A/N- Alright, ADHD set in and I can't seem to sit myself down and write a story. So Sorry if this is disjointed like my focus. I also have to apologize for taking so long to get this out. I didn't know it was my turn, then I had to re-read a few chapters to recall where we are at, then my muse disappeared with my focus and my ADHD meds. So without further delay, here is the next chapter.
Thanks for the Smut Junebuggy and smut challenge to get me motivate.

Oh and Please Please Please comment!! I miss everyone. Besos!!


“Flores de Muerto”. The meaning behind Marigold can mean affection, cruelty, grief, and jealousy.

“A marigold bouquet is a good sign; at least it wasn’t a pot of Marigold meaning grief and despair, yet the flowers came with a threatening note,” Shouts Rita.

“But . . . but you did get a note, Flores de Muerto”, stated Inspector Mendez.

Paco injects, “can we run over the facts once more?”
Paco begins writing on the board:
Victim #1 – Dr. Luis Pena of Toledo
Victim #2 – Dr. Teresa Castillo of Barcelona
Victim #3 – Dr. Alicia Alvarez of Sevilla

Murders are one month apart.
Inspector Silvia Castro is the only connection to ALL three dead forensic doctors.
Less than one month Silvia receives bouquet of Marigolds with note Flores de Muerto.

What is Silvia’s connection to all this?

“Silvia, did you work on a case where all the three murdered doctors and you were involved in an investigation?” Pepa asks.

“Not that I can recall, but we were in a conference together taking part in a study group two years back” Silvia states as she frowns her eyebrow thinking hard on the last time the 4 of them were together.

In the mean time Special Agent Hernadex of Seville is sitting there with a perplexed look upon his face.

“Take 5 agents, I need you all back in here to go through the files and see if there are other connections. And Silvia, will share with us in detail what she remembers about the study group and the conference.” Don Lorenzo bells out.

* * *

Footsteps resounded in the emptiness. The creaking of a metal door opening; hinges moaning warily; then some rummaging around.

Then silence.

The creaking sounded once again, and the door shut. It was a locker door, and when it shut, it let an echo into the thick silence of the hall.

More silence.

All of a sudden, separate footsteps approached; quicker, more rapid footsteps, hurriedly. As they drew nearer, they accelerated with every step. Faster and faster…soon, they were running down the lengthy hall in a frenzy…

The red-head had her mouth gaping open, expression aghast, disbelieving her senses at the appearance, impression, and nerve of the Special Agent Hernandez that was so uncouth. A creak and a metallic clank announced the shutting of the locker door, and the stranger turned to the expectant (and quite offended) faces of Silvia, annoyed, pointedly awaiting an explanation.

He donned unnaturally iridescent blue eyes, at the moment seemingly cold and grey, the colour entrancing Silvia (and temporarily distracting her from the rudeness at hand). She knew only one other person who had those eyes—a deceased forensic partner, Adam, the only person who she had ever trusted with providing an honest detailed forensic analysis or difficult to solve murders.

The special agent’s eyes locked with hers as well, sending a shiver down her spine. They were so deep, though an opaque blue, and appeared to have experienced some sort of dreadful pain. Silvia knew that pain. She had, after all, undergone trauma of the same level herself, and now was indifferent about the entire thing, though at the time her depressed self was weaving through an emotional labyrinth.

As the adage flows, “Life goes on…”

Silvia never fully acquiesced with this statement. Rather, she definitely had not accepted it since Adam’s loss (which she denied with every fiber of her being). From simply looking into the newcomer’s eyes, she had begun to get lost. Time seemed to halt, freezing the moment like a meticulous ice cube that was defiant, insisting on not melting. The time was such an ice cube, frozen and cool, as were the eyes of the man standing in front of her, the ones in which she had gotten lost…

“Excuse me,” were the first words Silvia heard out of his mouth. She shivered, the chill making its way from her spine to her manifold personality. Perhaps she was receiving some sort of malady, some sort of illness that could not be cured, perchance a cold. Her heart fluttered slightly, though she was oblivious as to the elucidation. His voice played a lyrical, almost poetic, tune. It was soothing, a rich baritone that caused her heart to melt, then freeze up again.

However, these two simple words were not kind, despite their poetic sound. In fact, Silvia detected a hint of iciness in them that, she noticed, matched his eyes. Silvia didn’t know whether to be offended or confused—his words were polite, but his actions seemed to be quite in the opposite direction. And so, Silvia decided to, temporarily, remain neutral.

Silvia stared at Special Agent Hernadez, her face assuming a poker-playing position, so that the emotion was undetectable. Without twitching in the slightest, the red-head asked steadily, “What are you doing?”

Agent Hernadez appeared somewhat amused by the simple question. As if it was perfectly obvious, he replied, “Taking a 5 minute break before we go catch the killer . . . before he gets to you, half-wit. Because right now, you belong to him.”

Before Silvia can respond to his remark, he was out the door.

“We have to figure out who is doing this.” Sarah whispered to Lucas.

“Where do we start?”

“Down there.” He said, pointing to the window. They headed down to where the body were stored. After a few minutes of no results, Silvia and Lucas seemed to have discovered a clue.

“Come, I think I found something.” She lifted up Alicia’s closed fist, in it several blonde hairs.

“That doesn’t prove that it’s one of the agents that killed her. Sure there aren’t too many agents with blonde hair, but it could be her own hair, or someone from the outside. We should keep looking.” Unfortunately, they couldn’t find anything else.

“You’re right, I- I just don’t want to be the next victim of have anyone else killed, I want to find the killer before he strikes again.”

Later that night, out of fear and worry, Silvia couldn’t sleep. She started heading to the local dance club, dragging Pepa with her.

* * *
Silvia thinks she might dance. Silvia wants to dance. In fact, Silvia really wants to dance. The bartender pours Silvia another shot of Vodka. She wants to get the fact that she belongs to the killer out of her mind.

Silvia moves carefully away from the bar, still smiling at Pepa, turns around and makes her way to the dance floor.

When she glances at the bar Pepa is watching her. Licking her lips. When she looks back again a few minutes later Pepa’s gone. Silvia shrugs and keeps dancing. The music is hypnotic. God. She’s missed dancing. She closes her eyes.

“You, dancing like this, makes me want to give you everything I have.”

Silvia plays with the idea of saying a line out of a poem she once read: who says I want your everything tonight? And even opens her mouth to say it, but then it’s too late because she’s been spun around and Pepa is kissing her. Silvia’s kissing back just as passionately.

* * *
Silvia pushes away from the bar. Starts dancing. And god. Pepa groans. The way her body is moving. It shouldn’t be allowed. Licking her lips, she wants a taste, a bite.

They’re back in their apartment and Silvia has her pressed up against the wall.

With a snarl Silvia attacks her grabbing a fistful of dark hair, Silvia’s other hand latching onto Pepa’s hip, smashing her body into her own.

Pepa biting, desperate. Damn it. So fucking desperate.

Kissing Silvia like there’s no yesterday, no tomorrow. Like Silvia is her yesterday. Like Silvia is her tomorrow and every single nanosecond in between. She’s kissing Silvia like she’ll die without it. Like the kiss itself is killing her. She’s kissing the life out of her, she’s kissing her own life into her.

And then their clothes are gone, skin to burning feverish skin, with them the blanket and the clothes that had been lying on top of them. And Silvia is aching her back off the bed towards Pepa’s body. And Pepa can’t breath because Silvia is so fucking beautiful.

“Yes…” Silvia hisses, “yes… Pepa…Pepa. Pepa!” and Pepa’s lips are on her nipple sucking, nipping, biting, and Silvia just moans. Pressing her hip against Pepa’s chest. “Please Pepa.” Pepa ignores her, moving slowly to the other nipple.

“No, damn you! Inside!” Pepa’s finger tightens her cup over her sex squeezing her clits. Silvia groans. “I need you inside me, Pepa, please. Please Pepa. I need. Please. Oh god. Please, fuck me.”

“Shhh, princess, I’ve got you. I know what you want.” When she takes her firm fingers into Silvia, she nearly screams. Pepa can’t hold back a smirk.

And then her fingers are inside. So fucking deep inside. And Silvia is so tight around them. Arching her back and impaling herself on them, all the while begging for more, harder, faster, deeper. More! And Pepa is giving her more. Pepa is giving her everything.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Only I can make you scream like this. Only for me.” And Silvia is shaking, shuddering, throwing her head back and forth against the pillow.

“Yours, Pepa. Only yours. Please. I want, I need…” But Pepa is fingering her heated core slowly. Firmly with periodic curving, teasing, but too damn slowly.

“What do you want Silvia, tell me.” Pepa whines. Incapable of answering. Too lost in the feel of Pepa’s hand, Pepa’s hand, in her wet, throbbing core. Fingering like she’s wiping down one of her pistol barrels. Carefully, thoroughly, so damn fucking slowly.

“I…” and Silvia is arching her back again, panting. Needing more. “I want you.”

“You’ve got me.” This is whispered into Silvia’s ear because Pepa is kissing Silvia’s neck, licking and sucking on her pulse point; trying desperately to control her own want. Her own need.

Silvia cries out. Pepa stops.

“Are you ok Silvia? Am I-”

“Damn it Pepa! Don’t you stop! Don’t you fucking dare stop.” And finally Pepa is buried so deeply inside of Silvia that it feels like her soul is about to sink into hers. But Silvia is moaning. Arching her back. Begging for more. Pepa doesn’t need to be asked twice.

And every time she slid her fingers and tongue into Silvia, she is devouring the love Silvia is generously sharing with her.

“Mine.” Snarls Pepa, biting Silvia’s shoulder. Marking her. Again and again, until Silvia’s shoulders are sprinkled with light Pepa bite marks. “Mine.” Kissing her, claiming her mouth like she’s claiming the rest of her body.

“Yours.” Silvia gasps into Pepa’s mouth. And Pepa can’t take it any more. It’s too much. Silvia in her mouth, Silvia on her skin, Silvia on her. And then Silvia comes, shuddering, muscles clenching and Silvia’s scent is filling her nostrils with her intoxicating smell.

“Fuck. Silvia, baby. Mine. God damn you, mine. No one else. Silvia. Mine.” And Silvia’s hot cum is filling Pepa’s mouth. Marking Pepa all over again.

When they catch their breaths Pepa is acutely aware of every point of contact between her body and her lover’s.

Silvia starts thinking. Or at least she starts thinking that she should start thinking. Pepa beats her to it.
“Don’t you dare.” she whispers into Silvia’s hair.

“Don’t I dare what?” playing dumb might just be the answer.

“Do you hear me? You’re not going anywhere. We’re not talking about it. This is me not trying to discuss anything with you. I am telling you plain and simple. You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere.”

“No. No, Pepa. I’ll always be with you.” Pepa smiles, looses some of the last of the tension in her body, melting into Silvia’s side, and consequently into sleep.

“Promise.” Silvia said that out loud, but her mind silently ponder on Special Agent Hernandez's comments and icy stare.

We all have some beef, brawn or petty peeve,
Found festering inside that we need to relieve.
So bless those calendar gods whose reverence we speak,
For November 9th - 12th is National Pet Peeve Week.
What?! You never realized such a grand event exists?
A special occasion to be free of angst that persists.
So get going, start venting—things that cringe, bother and beleaguer,
It’s the sure-fire formula for making yourself feel much better.
Like people who make small talk under bathroom stalls,
Don’t they realize I seek solitude once and for all?!
Good grief, there are telemarketers who insist it’s "Free, Free, Free,"
Then I’m stuck with the bill to be paid by me, me, me.
Watching movies I always seem to miss the crucial plot,
Due solely to mindless prattle that just won’t stop.
At the gym I see women who are not exactly "light,"
Can I just say—spandex is a privilege, not a right.
Everywhere I look I’m plagued by ads for things I’d never buy,
Irksome internet pop-up windows—hard to tell what’s not a lie.
Can’t watch the big game so record it the night before,
Then some knowing fink goes and tells me the score!
Ranting and peeving could fill libraries, books and pages,
And frankly with pet peeves there are so many stages.
But the biggest…most irksome…most bothersome Pet Peeve of all time,
Is when you’re expecting the words in a poem to go.

In a Dark Heart

Message from Wander. Maybe one day she'll join LJ and maybe even write us a smut.

Campaign links to all we've done: And yes you can still participate in emailing and sending in a postcard. Thank you all who participated for voicing yourself and at the same time showing your appreciation to Marian Aguilera and Laura Sanchez. Not once did we disrespect the actresses. I want to thank you all for a clean and professional campaign. I wish MA can come out and thank you, but we'll see what her boss says. In the mean time I can say that she did appreciate all this and was touched. Stay positive and upbeat. Don't let others take away your hopes and pull you down. No One out there will leak any real authentic news. Just wait for the announcements from your entertainment news source :) Remember television is a business and negotiations are ALWAYS going on, whether you're the actor, producer, writer, director, or editor; it's a business. Thank you all and remember to stay positive and pursue what you believe in with no fear. 

So many writers with nothing to say 
The same thoughts written in a differant way 

Each new idea that seems so grand 
Falls short of ideals and short of hand 

Collapsed under weight of previous lines 
Written by writers with much greater minds 

The best of the best are still frozen in time 
Captured through novels and occational rhyme 

But what can we say that hasn't been thought 
Seeking out words that were allready sought 

Stuttering pens attached to a hand 
Spurting out lines that couldn't be planned 

Simple ideas are lost in the moment 
Recaptured at night in bed-tossing torment 

A million pens itching to scratch it in stone 
A thousand lips parting to let out a groan 

Papers are crumpled and strewn on the floor 
Two poems are banished and replaced by five more 

Thought and ideas that didn't sound right 
Keep you up thinking half of the night 

Continuous reading through every last line 
Numbing the feelings that made it sublime 

Few leave a legacy scribbled in gold 
Everyone yearning to break through the mold 

There are too many people who want to be heard 
Everyone screaming to get the last word 

Without the great the wisdom that must be imparted 
by most of the writers whom life has regarded 

So why do we struggle as "artists" through time 
Hoping one day we'll perfect a great rhyme 

Because we need to do something to get it all out 
And explain to ourselves what life is about

 

 

I told Silvia I have a plan to get her father to let us go on vacation for a week. But in reality, I was only saying that to sound smart to Silvia. I have no plan, no idea how I am going to get Don Lorenzo to let Silvia and I run off together for a week. But I better come up with something quick.

 

There’s two options.

 

One. I could walk up to Silvia’s dad and ask him politely to give us a week off. If he asks why. I will simply tell him Silvia needs a break, and pray that he will say yes. But the word, “no” seems to come out of his mouth as his instant reaction to me.

 

Two. I could come use the covert persuasion tactics, that is just me.

 

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The rest of the team were about to head out the door as I approached the Commissioner.

 

"Hey um Don Lorenzon," I started.

 

"Yes," he said agitatedly.

 

"Right. . .," I began again. "I-I was w-wondering if, if."

 

"If, if if, what Miranda??," Don Lorenzo taunting Pepa’s blundering.

 

"Never mind," Pepa said. And began to turn and walk away with her head drooped low. Hoping DL will call her back, covert tactic #2, use body language, act the way you normally wouldn’t, but be vague.

 

"Wait Miranda," Don Lorenzo said. “If you have something to say, say it.”

 

“Well”, Pepa said as she pulls out her folder of Spain’s top destinations with maps, and phone numbers, and hotels along the road. Pepa blurts out anxiously and in short breaths, “Well, Don Lorenzo, I was thinking, since Paco and Lola are having problems, and I have been living there, and Silvia seems to be getting stressing more by the day, when she comes by the place, that I , I . .  , I  want to help your daughter relax and get away.”

 

“Are you saying you want my daughter to run from her problems like you do Miranda?” Stated the commissioner with a tone of frustration and anger.

 

“No, not at all.” Pepa respond. Think Pepa, think, Covert persuation tactic #13, find and point out a common enemy, Silvia’s temper. “Uhm, actually, you and I both know that Silvia can get quick a temper when she gets stressed.” “and and you never know what to expect or what crazy action she would pull to forget her stress.”

 

The rest of the team stood quite for a moment looking at the two of us. Then people began to move out of the door into the elevator. Just as the doors were almost closed Don Lorenzo and Pepa could hear Curtis say to Rita.

 

"Knowing the red head, she can pull any stunt right about now. If I was the commissioner, I would have her daughter out on an all paid for vacation right about now."

 

Don Lorenzo looked at Pepa for a second who began to turn red with frustration.

 

He cleared his throat. "Think all you want Miranda, but this is what you are going to do for me.”

 

"Absolutely, anything" she said to him.

 

"I have a confession to make, and I hope it doesn't make me any less of a professional but I want you to move out of Paco’s and take Silvia away from San Antonio for a few weeks," Don Lorenzo said.

 

Stunned, Pepa stood there looking dumb. “What, move out of Paco’s?” A smile cross her face and a thought crossed her mind. “But  . . . and and a few weeks away from San Antonio?” We have work to do here commissioner”.

 

Don Lorenzo scoffed, “Don’t worry about anything Miranda here, I will take care of everything. Just make Silvia relaxed and prevent Silvia’s evil head from rearing.”

 

“So what are you waiting for Miranda? Go leave”

 

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That was easier than I thought. I better rush upstairs to Silvia’s lab and tell her the good news.

 

“Ok Silvia, it’s done, let’s head out….” I said as I burst through the laboratory doors. My jaws dropped and I forgot what I was going to say next.

 

When I came out of my thoughts, I noticed as she looked at me -- at my lips and then back into my eyes again. I watched her.

 

Silvia was undressing me with her eyes and inched a little closer only wearing her lab coat. She slowly leaned in to kiss me. And hesitated just an inch from my lips. I could feel her breath, as I am sure she felt mine. A second later, she kissed me. I felt a surge throughout my body. It was amazing. She kissed me a little harder for a few minutes, and then slowly pulled away.

 

She stared into my eyes and ran her fingers down the back of my neck, then down my spine. I shivered.



 

She then pushed my hair out of the way, lowered her lips to my neck and kissed it, then moved back up to my ear lobe. After a moment of teasing me, she grabbed my thigh and pulled herself between my legs, wrapping them around her.

 

She whispered in my ear, "I want you."

 

Feeling her breath on my ear was so hot. It turned me on even more than I already was – if that was possible. It sent a chill up my spine and I bit my bottom lip. She was on top of me now, straddling me and kissing me.



 

After her hands wandered up and down the sides of my body while she was kissing me, she grabbed my hands and held them down above my head. I moved one of my legs and strategically placed it between hers. My leg was still between her thighs at this point and she was gently grinding on it. She was so hot. She let go of my hands for a second and in that instant, I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. I climbed on top of her. She tried to get up but I resisted, pushing her shoulders back down onto the lab table. I kissed her hard, then got up and looked at her as I ran my fingers through her hair. I breathed into her ear, "I am moving in with you Silvia."

 

I knew it drove her crazy to not be in control with me.

 

I kissed her earlobe and made my way down her neck. I bit it lightly and then took her shirt off. Her skin, so soft, smelled so amazing. I sat up and looked at her for a second before she pulled me back down on top of her and she pulled my hair as she bit my neck and then kissed down to my clavicle. I then leaned down and kissed her and teased her with my tongue while holding her down. Her hands made their way to the small of my back. Her touch made my muscles tighten.

She pulled me closer to her and sucked my neck as she moved me onto my side and ran her hand down my body. I shivered slightly again and breathed out. She bit my lower lip and slid her hand under my shirt. Ran her fingers along the seam of my bra. Then she kissed me as she unhooked my bra and pushed me onto my back again, pulling my shirt and bra off. She started grinding against me slowly. My breath became heavy and my pelvis began to thrust under her. She continued to kiss me, teasing me with her tongue, sliding it against mine and then slowly pulling away. After a few minutes of this, she completely pulled away and hovered right above my lips. “No you’re not moving in, we have a tripped planned remember”?

 

I know she could feel the heat radiating from me as she pressed her body against mine. If she could get any closer, she'd be inside of me. She knew she was driving me crazy.

 

“Why, do you want to stop, because the first leg of this trip already began Silvia.” I breathed into her ear.

 

She kissed my neck again, knowing that it was my sweet spot. I could feel the blood pulsing through the temple where my neck met my chin and I saw her smile as she lowered her head and sucked it gently. 
She began to run her fingers gently around my nipple. And kissed down my neck again, to my clavicle, then down to my breast, where her fingers had already made my nipple hard. And she licked my nipple and breathed on it, gently pinching it and kissed me there. While she was doing that, she slowly slid one hand down my leg and ran her fingers along the edge of my jeans, just so that I could barely feel it. She looked into my eyes and then kissed me passionately, as she unbuttoned and slowly unzipped them.

 

“No, said Silvia, but we better get . . .” her breathe hitches, “I want to be inside you right now.”

 

Silvia could now feel how wet I was. Silvia said she wanted to be inside of me, but instead of doing anything about it, ran her hands back up my body and pressed my shoulders down and kissed me until it felt like neither of us could take it anymore.

 

She was nearly shaking as I rolled out from underneath her. I pushed her down hard and sat up, and kissed her again as I got on top of her. And she let me.
As I was kissing her . . . .

 

“Cahones” A shout ran through the lab. It was Don Lorenzo. “I thought I told you two to get out of here for the week. I didn’t mean vacation in the lab.

 

I know but I don't
I'm up but I'm down
I'm here but I'm there
I'm wrong but I'm right
Is it day or is it night?
I know everything about nothing
And nothing about everything
I'm headed left but I'm headed right
My world is upside down
Or maybe my world is right side up and I'm upside down
I wear my heart on my sleeve
But my sleeve is hidden
So many tears I cry
But my eyes are dry
I'm alive but I'm dead
Confused yet?
This is ten seconds in my head.

 

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If you really think MA is leaving from that interview we all saw, listen to it closely. She is leaving on vacation (July - Sept) and she doesn't know what happens to Silvia until September. She said she is going to get some sun (oh and sun she got at the beach photo, in the all natural) and some fresh air. And ofcourse she is leaving us. All actors leave us and their character behind when they are not filming, they need a break. 

HECK, why not email or write in a postcard to let the studio know your favorite PepSi moments. The creativity we have here in this forum, show be known by them. Voice it, Share it, Get them to join in the game. 

Note: Wander, get an LJ account, seriously.
 

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