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Prompt 50: “People are staring.”

Pepa and Felix!

Of course them, who else! I kinda hijacked this to write a "strangers meeting in a bar" roleplay idea that I've been tinkering with since May because of course those two are freaky. Loosely inspired by a song that makes me absolutely feral and has Félix/Pepa written all over it.

Modern AU, and steamy, obviously.

Pepa sat at the bar, idly stirring her drink. She had come out with Julieta, hoping to have a girls’ night out, but after about an hour, an urgent injury cut their evening short. Julieta had practically run out of the bar, pouring out apologies and promising Pepa that next week would be different. Which was what she said every week…

Now Pepa sat alone, nursing her drink, and observing the crowd of people. The dance floor was full, and the music was lively, but she didn’t really feel like joining in. Not by herself, anyway. She missed Félix. Where was he…

Her lips curved into a smile as she spotted him at the other side of the bar. He had gone out with Agustín and Bruno for a boys’ night, and, she noted with a trace of displeasure, their night seemed to be going much better than hers. Not that she begrudged her husband some fun with his brothers-in-law, but she was sitting all by herself, all dressed up, and yet no one was paying attention to her. It didn’t seem right. Félix could bond with the guys another time. Right now, she needed her husband.

She caught his eye, smiling at him flirtatiously. Surely he wouldn’t want his wife to suffer all by herself, abandoned by her sister and now languishing all alone at the bar. Pulling out her phone, she tapped out a quick text. I miss you.

He didn’t reply immediately. While she waited, she scrolled through the camera roll on her phone. Under the many, many photos of their children, there was a folder containing some more…risqué material of her and Félix. Her cheeks flushed as she looked through the photos they had taken, both together and apart. They didn’t help her plight in the slightest.

Deciding she was done with waiting for a reply, she texted him, Come here. I need you. For good measure, she sent along a photo of herself. A “thirst trap”, she thought the kids call it.

That got a reaction out of him. Checking to see that Bruno and Agustín were distracted, he typed his reply. You need me, huh?

No sooner had she gotten the text than she replied. Sí. I’m over here suffering all by myself, and you’re having fun over there. I need mi esposo to come take care of me.

Take care of you how?

Oh, he was enjoying this. Pepa frowned, concentrating as she typed. You know how. If you’re so interested in playing games, I should get to pick, since I’m the one dying of boredom.

She swore she could see him gulp. What game do you want to play?

You know which one.

Much to her pleasure, he turned to Agustín and Bruno, probably giving some sort of lackluster explanation as to why he had to go, then meandered over to where she was sitting. Of course, he didn’t go right up to her and talk to her right away. That wasn’t how this game worked.

She sat patiently, stirring her drink and swinging her legs as she waited for him to approach her.

But he was going to play the game properly, she noted with satisfaction. He would glance over at her, then as soon as she met his eye, look away. This went on for a few minutes until she saw him talking to the bartender, pointing her out.

The bartender stifled a smirk and, to his credit, merely nodded. He had worked there long enough to know what Félix and Pepa were like. He set out mixing up a cocktail, identical to the one Pepa had almost emptied by this time.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Oh, he was really going all out.

Soon, a tall glass was placed in front of her. “Tequila sunrise,” announced the bartender. “Compliments of the gentleman sitting at the end of the bar.” Somehow, he managed to maintain a semblance of professionalism and not roll his eyes at the antics of one of the town’s most well-known couples.

“Give him my thanks.” Pepa took a dainty sip from the drink, casting Félix a sidelong glance. She waved at him coyly, signaling him to approach her.

He took his sweet time, sauntering over suavely, stopping to greet a few people on the way.

Irritation bubbled up in Pepa. How dare he keep her waiting like that? A part of her knew she was being irrational, but a bigger part of her wished he’d just get on with it already.

Finally, he reached where she was sitting and leaned against the bar. He was just tall enough to be able to rest an elbow on the bar and lean on it while standing. To her surprise, he didn’t speak to her yet, apparently content to merely observe her.

The intense attention was beginning to make Pepa squirm. She swallowed hard, finally addressing him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Félix shifted the position of his elbow, angling his body closer to Pepa. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, hermosa. It’s just that…” He paused, glancing down at his arm suddenly. “You are so beautiful that this must be a dream. Pinch me.” He punctuated the comment with a small pinch on his forearm, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. “Am I dreaming, amor? Or are you just a dream come true?”

As cheesy as it was, he had broken the ice. Pepa snorted through her nose. “Oh, come on. Has that line ever worked on anyone?”

Félix shrugged, a casual smile playing on his lips. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.” He mimed locking his lips and throwing the key over his shoulder.

Pepa suppressed a giggle. He was really playing up the Casanova bit. She loved seeing his confidence, but she was going to make him work a little harder. “Is that so?” She asked disinterestedly, chasing down the last dregs of her first drink before moving onto to her second.

He didn’t take her bait, instead raking his eyes up and down over her body. She wore a sinfully red slinky dress that hugged and accentuated her curves. A small gulp traveled down his throat as he continued drinking her in through hooded eyes.

She allowed him to ogle her for a few minutes, basking in the attention. She knew that she looked good. It felt nice to be appreciated, even if he was blatantly objectifying her. A quarter of the second drink had followed the first. “Are you just going to stand there and undress me with your eyes?” Her tone was flat, almost bored, but tinged with curiosity.

Félix shot her his winning grin, dazzling her with a mouthful of pearly whites. “Well, I’d much rather undress you with my hands,” he said conversationally. “Unfortunately, we’re in public.”

Leave it to him to be direct. Feeling her skin start to heat up, Pepa decided to have a little more fun with him and see just how far he would take his act. She raised her left hand in front of her, wiggling her fingers to make the light glint off her wedding ring. “I have a husband.”

“Do you?” He replied nonchalantly, as if she’d merely informed him that she had a cat. His hand curved over her thigh. “Does he take care of you?”

Trying to stave off the hitch in her breath that his touch always brought, Pepa gave a noncommittal shrug. “I haven’t kicked him out yet.”

Félix laughed. “Feisty, I like that.” He gestured to her drink. “I see you’re enjoying your drink.”

Pepa drew a long sip through her straw. “Yes, thank you.” Tequila burned all the way down her throat. The bartender had made this one stronger. She’d have to thank him too at some point…

“Although I have to say, you don’t really strike me as the tequila sunrise type.”

Pepa arched an eyebrow delicately. “Oh no?”

Félix shook his head. “You seem much more like a hurricane.”

The double entendre was not lost on her. Her mouth fell open in outrage. How dare he? Clear skies, clear skies…“I don’t know why I’m still talking to you when I have a wonderful husband. One who’s kind and doesn’t push my buttons,” she fumed, fixing him with a pointed look. She breathed, trying to calm the small gust of wind that had sprung up around them.

Félix took the display in stride, finally removing the hand that was burning a hole in Pepa’s thigh. “Well then maybe you should go be with that husband of yours. But I can offer you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Can you?”

His hand came to rest on her arm, far more gently than before. “I can make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Touch you in ways that’ll light all your nerve endings on fire.” He leaned closer to her ear, lowering his voice. “I can fuck you until you leave claw marks down my back from sheer ecstasy. Until you feel like you can’t take it anymore and beg me for mercy. Until the only thing left in your head is the name you’ll be screaming until your voice gives out.” He pulled back, smirking smugly. “Can your husband do that?”

His words had the desired effect. Pepa felt lightheaded. Her goading had shown he was fully committed to the act, which was…exhilarating. Her entire body felt like it was burning up. She exhaled shallowly, trying to collect herself. “He’d better.”

Félix chuckled softly. He moved closer to her, invading her space. “So what’ll it be?”

Pepa instinctively leaned back, leaving him standing above her. His mere presence affected her more strongly than any aphrodisiac. He was so close that she was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her core. For that matter, everyone else could probably tell too. The humidity in the courtyard around them had ratcheted up significantly.

A few heads had turned in their direction, tilting curiously, people no doubt having noticed the change in weather.

“People are staring,” Pepa whispered, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

Félix’s reply was perfectly calm. “Let them.”

The alcohol was starting to hit Pepa. She felt buzzed, unsure how much of the fire coursing through her veins could be attributed to the drinks and how much to her ever-increasing desire. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she considered her next move. She crossed her legs, trying to calm her heartrate. If the ruined scrap of fabric between her legs was anything to go by, staying was no longer an option.

Félix’s fingertips began dancing up her arm, sending up shivers in their wake and jarring her from her alcohol induced stupor.

He wanted them to go. She wanted them to go. What were they waiting for?

Having finally decided, she slung her purse over her shoulder and craned over to his ear to whisper, “Let’s go.”

They stumbled home sloppily, Pepa draped almost entirely over Félix. Those drinks really had been strong… Somehow, they’d managed the locks and made their way up the stairs into their bedroom.

After clicking their own lock into place, Félix turned to face Pepa, who was still standing by the door.

Her chest heaved with anticipation as he stalked over to her. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he informed her, backing her into the wall with a quiet thud.

Pepa’s eyes blazed into his. With surprising boldness for someone whose hands were currently being pinned above her head, she shook her head. “No more talking. You did enough of that earlier.”

“You didn’t like my flirting?” Félix joked, feigning hurt.

“There are..” She was starting to feel dizzy. Was his thigh pressing into her? Or is that just what she desperately wanted to happen? “Better uses for your mouth…” she panted out deliriously.

He stared at her, her silhouette illuminated solely by the moonlight streaming in through the window. They hadn’t bothered with the lights, not in the mood to deal with switches. Finally, he acquiesced. “As you wish, mi vida.”

Before she could even process his response, he swooped over her and covered her lips with his own. She sighed her relief, allowing his tongue entrance. He had a silver tongue in more ways than one…

Soft little whimpers escaped her lips as he ravaged her. His hand had dropped her arms to undo the zipper of her dress. It was a delicate thing that was far too easy to break. He’d better not break it.

Her eyes flashed him a warning and she used her newly freed hands to swat away his fingers, fiddling with the stupid zipper until she’d gotten it worked most of the way down, when she encountered resistance. Surprised, she looked over to see Félix blocking her side with his hand.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he crouched down and used his teeth to pull the zipper down the rest of the way.

Pepa rolled her eyes. Showoff. But his display reminded her that there were better uses for those too. Impatiently, she shoved the dress off unceremoniously, letting it pool around her feet. She raised an eyebrow towards him questioningly. Well?

She didn’t have to wait long for her answer. Large hands had come up to cover her breasts, kneading them roughly over the satin of her bra before ridding themselves of the obstacle. His lips attached to the column of her neck, licking off the sweat that had accumulated before sucking in the skin and leaving little nips. Meanwhile, his hands continued to work her breasts, eliciting the most exquisite noises from her.

Pepa rubbed her thighs together, seeking friction to alleviate her ever growing frustration. While she appreciated his thoroughness as a lover, she wished he would just hurry up already. He’d mentioned something earlier about making her scream, and she really wanted to get to that part before she died of old age.

Ever perceptive, he inserted his leg between her own to stop her motions. His eyes widened as he was met with sodden fabric, her arousal no doubt seeping out onto his pants. Apparently deciding that he had done enough teasing, he scooped her effortlessly in his arms, depositing her onto the bed the same way he had done when they were newlyweds.

Pepa scooted up the bed, trying not to pay too much attention to the insistent throbbing that would have to be addressed. Her head came to rest on the pillow, cradled by it softly. There was something in the moments he showed his strength that really riled her up. When he picked her up like that, she felt small, fragile, like she could break at any moment, yet she knew he wouldn’t let her. He would always make sure she was whole. The thought made her stomach flutter.

Félix crawled over the mattress, causing it to dip. At some point, he had divested himself of his clothing, so skin rubbed against skin unencumbered. His eyes threatened to devour Pepa. His hot breath fell on her chest as his eyes bored into hers.

The anticipation was killing her. She had spent the entire night worked up and was more than ready to be satisfied. Had the sheets always been so cool, or was her skin just that overheated? See? She was burning up with desire. He would have to tend to the flame. Suddenly, she yanked his head down towards her own and kissed him harshly.

The spell had broken. That thin, tenuous bubble keeping them apart had burst as they crashed into each other. They kissed fervently, drawing ragged breaths from shared air, hands roaming freely over their exposed skin. The ruined scrap of fabric that had formerly been underwear was flung somewhere across the room. Neither one of them particularly cared where it had landed.

Not now. Not when they were on the precipice of sating their hunger. Satisfying their need to consume and be consumed by the other.

She was so wet that he slid in easily. She probably would have screamed then, but she was having a hard time catching her breath. The air weighed down on them oppressively, humid and sticky. All she could do was pant desperately for breath and grasp at the sheets as her wonderful husband pounded her into the mattress.

His brows furrowed in concentration and he grunted as he bore down on her. This was no longer the sweet, thoughtful Félix who had escorted her home. Oh no. In his place was someone ferocious, chasing his own pleasure relentlessly.

His pace was brutal. Pepa held on for dear life: feet hooked around his sides, nails leaving the most honest love letters on his back. True to his word, he did make her scream. Again. And again. And again.

At long last, they collapsed, exhausted. They had lost count of how many rounds they had gone. It was all they could do to lie there, boneless and utterly satisfied. Pepa wanted to take a second to collect herself when Félix spoke up.

“So? Did I do it?”

Pepa turned to look at him. “Do what?”

“You know…” he trailed off flirtatiously, “what I promised I’d do in the bar.”

Of course he would be smug about it. “I don’t know…” Pepa’s fingertips traced lightly over the gashes she had left in his back, making him wince. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’d say so.” He inhaled sharply. “Ay, that stings.”

“Pobrecito…” Pepa cooed. “Maybe you shouldn’t have made such big promises then.”

“You love my big promises,” he pointed out.

“I do.” She pecked his lips sweetly. “I’ll get you some of Julieta’s food in the morning before you head down.”

“Mi esposa takes such good care of me.” He beamed at her in the semidarkness.

“Because mi esposo takes such good care of me.” Pepa maneuvered herself closer to his body. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Of course, mi vida.” His arm draped over her middle like a blanket. “Anything you need.”

She hummed contentedly as she drifted off, right next to her husband.

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