@fiests; FÉLIX
❛ what can i do to make it up to you? ❜
he’d forgotten to lock their bedroom door in the morning, which under different circumstances wouldn’t have been an issue. if they had been changing, or if she’d been praying, then it would have just been a slight annoyance. as it was, pepa had been pressed up against their dresser with her hands undoing his pants while his hands were bunching up her dress. truthfully, if agustín hadn’t banged himself up on the door frame trying to exit, they wouldn’t have even noticed any intrusion.
that hadn’t been the case, and she’d nearly tried to hide in the dresser from pure mortification. they weren’t shy to public displays of affection, but she had very clear lines as to what was kept private and public. as her brother-in-law had hastily excused himself, babbling about some new errand or another, the mood had been sufficiently killed.
they’d moved on with their daily chores, but pepa was no stranger to holding a cold shoulder when her plans were disrupted. her husband was also no stranger to being on the receiving end of such cold shoulders, and had spent the entire day pulling out what seemed like every trick he’d gained to defrost her. he nearly succeeded when he pulls her into a twirling, joyous dance when she finished sunning the crops. but then he kisses her collarbone and slides his hands up her sides, causing her to remember quite clearly the exact reason why she is still very much angry with him.
pepa harrumphs as she pulls away, although her waist is quickly caught in his hold. his voice is husky in her ear and it actually gets her a touch angry at how efficiently it quickens her pulse, cloud quickly gathering above them. she spins in his grasp, hands gripping the lapels of his shirt in an ( unfortunate for her ) mix of anger and desire. pressing herself flush against his front, she peppers open-mouthed kisses up his jaw until she reaches his ear.
“get mamá to let us have dinner in bed,” she whispers the impossible task. when she pulls away, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. “vale?”
