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i know you usually do f!reader x 141, but how would you feel about writing Valeria Garza x f!reader? I just know she’s so possessive and so obsessive
I love Valeria!!! I have done head cannons for her before it was the first time I wrote for cod but it’s on the other blog! here if you wanna have a little look!
Tw: reader is seeing stuff, mentions of bugs, kidnapping, i experience psychosis and i feel like it would be common for readers to experience it bc of the whole kidnapping thing so it’s kinda inspired by that but not really. I think Valeria is v evil and nasty and if you’re predisposed to struggle in any way mentally she’s preying on that.
You begin to unravel in the ballroom that rots around you. At least in las Almas you had hope of someone finding you.
Before this place and Las Almas, you were a journalist, in that past life you were up and coming, exceptional, one to watch. Those words haunt you as the potential is wasted, Valeria had got you a type writer, she was a busy woman and couldn’t be around to entertain all day, what seemed like a small mercy now appears like mockery. It stares you down, surrounded by the half written papers and spilt ink.
Valeria didn’t disclose details. All you know is that brits rained hell upon sinful, neon light house she had be holding you in.
Freedom had been so close and you hadn’t even known it.
Now you reside in this abandoned manor home, it’s secluded Valeria let you know that throwing yourself off the cliff, you can let the rocks spear you and disappear forever, or stay and continue writing under a pseudonym but write none the less.
Your not sure what Valeria does, obviously she used to run the cartel but she left them in that house to die. Yet most days she’s gone, leaving you to be cannibalised by your own thoughts. Her touch leaves boils behind, but her absence?
It’s even worse, you hate that you long to be with her, your captor, the person who stripped your life away and gave you a skeleton version of it and expected you to be grateful.
It was cold, it stabbed at your flesh and made your bones ache, which was soothed when Valeria came home, back, she came back and built a fire.
You tried to build your own but it was fruitless or rather flameless, all the food you gathered had refused to burn, rot or wetness? You weren’t sure. You searched the hell house from top to bottom but couldn’t find any stashed away.
It was the same with food, Valeria stated that food couldn’t be kept inside, fear of vermin invading or bugs, maybe even bears eager for an easy meal. You knew Valeria was using bears to frighten you to stay inside but what really filled up your mind? Low buzzing, you had dreams of rotted wood panelling falling revealing swarms of man eating bugs, or bed bugs that eat you alive while you sleep.
You couldn’t sit still. Or finish any task, rushing away until imaginary bugs follow closely behind.
Valeria couldn’t see the bugs, she remained steadfast and strong, no swarm of bugs could shake her, though she did grant you some relief, an aresol can, full of bug spray, with lighters that linger around you’re sure you could make a flame thrower and but an end to Valeria forever but the spray is used up within the day, but the bugs soon raise again.
When Valeria returns she questions how you spent the day, disappointment spreading through her face before you have time to open your mouth, like she knows you’ve been spraying bugs that she cannot see.
Valeria knows you’re falling apart, notices the tears ready to fall when she sighs at the mention of bugs. Just a week or two more here and you’ll be the perfect little doll for here, she’s got a packet of grasshoppers to just push you a little closer to the edge.
Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)
Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2!
Link to fanfic on A03
Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything!
Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it!
TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.
It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.
Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.
"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days.
"But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome.
"I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."
And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.
And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.
You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.
And he remembered exactly who you were.
"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy.
"Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel.
This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.
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Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."
"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said.
"I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.
Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them.
"She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed.
"Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.
"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far.
"Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face.
You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."
The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank.
"I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me."
"And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container.
The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good."
"Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.
"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them.
The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job."
"She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off."
"¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you.
"Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro.
"I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head.
"Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts.
"I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice.
That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"
The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-"
"Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest.
"Okay, go on. Speak."
"I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.
"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro.
"Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."
Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.
The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me."
The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up:
"I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.
"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man.
"And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."
Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :>
Link to part 3
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Heya! I just read your valeria x reader fic and I absolutely loved it!
Would you be willing to write something with her again? Maybe the reader is trying to surprise Valeria with some kind of nice gesture (food, art, honesty anything goes) and tries to keep it secret from her, but Valeria grows suspicious and confronts the reader?
Oh my gosh, yes yes yes!!! I absolutely adore every single woman in existence so I will definitely write for Valeria again. I love her so much mwah mwah mwah! Thank you for requesting anon, this was so fun to write!!!
Splashes of Paint
Synopsis: She was growing frustrated; the constant lies, changes of subject and obvious attempts to hide something away. She was hiding something, and Valeria was going to find out what.
Pairing: Valeria Garza x Female!Reader (Only after finishing this work, did I realise I subconsciously made this an f!reader. If that is not what you wanted - as you didn't state in the request - please let me know and I will change it!!)
Genre: Slight Angst & Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, accusation of unfaithfulness, and kissing
Word Count: 1.6K
General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist
GIF not mine
Hours. Days. Weeks.
Time went by in a blur; the days merging together as she attempted to perfect the painting in front of her. Splashes of colour littered the large canvas, covering every inch – every corner – to create a beautiful piece of art for the one she loved.
It wasn’t good enough, however. Not to her eyes. Something was missing. Something crucial. But she had no idea what.
She wanted to get it done. She needed to get it done, really. She could see the growing frustration on her girlfriend's face when she, for what felt like the millionth time, had to make up a story for what she did during her time off.
She wasn’t sure whether Valeria has grown incredibly good at reading her, or if she was simply a terrible liar, but a look of disbelief crossed her face at her every word. Valeria could feel something was amiss, and when she began to lock the door to her office, her suspicions only began to worsen.
Valeria hated to throw accusations her way. She hated growing angry; raising her voice with her arms swinging around wildly. But she also hated how secretive she’s grown, how she began to hide away, sometimes not even greeting her at the door when she returned home.
Perhaps she was being unfair. She herself, being that she was El Sin Nombre, had more secrets than she could count; secrets she could never tell her. She hid things from her all the time, and yet she couldn’t help but feel betrayed when those secrets were kept away from her instead.
Maybe it was paranoia; fear. In her mind, any sort of abnormal behaviour quickly became a threat – not just in her line of work, but towards the people she cared most about.
Was she just afraid? Perhaps she feared losing her, her mind convincing her the sudden secrecy was the beginning of the end.
She didn’t want to be the controlling girlfriend... and she wasn’t. They both had their moments of isolation, preferring their own company despite the other also being home. They both had their freedom and privacy that they needed. It was a healthy relationship – healthier than any she has had in the past.
Just talk to her. She tried to persuade herself, but when she began to think about the secrecy, the frustration only seemed to return.
She could only sigh when she opened the door to her home only to be, once again, greeted by nothing. There was not a sound; no happy squeals that she was used to, and no grinning face of her girlfriend that she wished to see for the past week. Just nothing. Emptiness.
She felt her heart sink as she took off her boots and ventured further into her home to find it empty. It was almost cold, despite the high temperatures inside the building. The lack of her was clear, and slowly began to become unbearable.
She wanted to feel her arms around her once again; to have her cling to her like she did every morning and evening when she returned from work. She wanted to feel her skin against hers, to have her press gentle and loving kisses against her skin. She missed her.
Taking in a decided breath, she shook off her jacket and walked towards the locked door that led to her office. She didn’t try to pry the door open, no, she would never want to impose despite her growing frustration. Instead, she knocked softly, as to not startle her in case she did not hear her come in.
She said her name lowly, leaning on the doorframe as she waited for the door to open. It wasn’t long after that she emerged, with her hair unkempt and breathing heavy.
Valeria’s brows only furrowed at her state, “What are you doing in there?”
“What?” she asked, mildly confused as she stepped into the corridor and closed the door, “Oh, nothing. I didn’t hear you come in, I’m sorry.”
Valeria didn’t respond, her eyes only narrowing as she listened to her speak. She crossed her arms over her chest, tongue wetting her lips before she let out a bemused laugh.
“Val?” she spoke, tilting her head to the side, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” she raised her brows in disbelief, “What’s wrong with you?”
She was taken aback by her words. Sure, Valeria had been extra short-tempered lately, but she had not yet accused her, or blamed her for anything. She should have seen this coming. The gift was taking too long, and too much of her time.
God, she wasn’t even sure when she began to neglect her partner.
“I-”
“I never see you anymore,” Valeria complained with a frown, “We barely speak. So, what’s wrong.”
“Nothing-”
“Don’t lie to me.” She stated firmly, “It’s clearly something. Either something is bothering you, or you’re hiding something. Whatever it is, tell me because I am starting to lose my patience.”
She took in a deep breath, her eyes looking downward in shame, “Val, I...”
Pause. She could not think of what to tell her without ruining the surprise.
“Is there someone else?”
“What? No, Val, Jesus,” she defended herself, shocked she would even suggest such a thing. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it!” she raised her voice, eyes growing wide in frustration, “What am I supposed to think when you lock yourself up in your office all day, when you never greet me anymore, when you stop... when you don’t even hug me anymore. Nothing. It’s like you’ve disappeared; you’re just gone, and I don’t know where you went, or why.”
She wasn’t sure wat to say – how to reply. She was left mute, unable to form any words in response.
Valeria breathed out a frustrated laugh and, with a shake of her head, turned on heel and walked away. Her steps were wide and quick as she attempted to get away from the situation before it began to escalate, only letting out harsh huffs when her partner began to follow her throughout their home.
She was back at the front door, reaching for her boots and ready to leave and cool down after the argument. She was stopped by her lover, however, and was forced to put the shoe down and look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m so sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I promise you it wasn’t my intention.”
She reached for Valeria’s hands, and although hesitant, she let her. Their fingers intertwined, and Valeria couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the feeling of her skin pressing against hers. She could never have imagined she could miss someone this much, especially someone she lived with.
She tugged her forward, leading her through the corridors until they were back in front of her office door. Sending Valeria an uncertain smile, she pushed the door open and approached a Canvas that was turned towards a wall.
“I think I finished...” she told her lover, “I’ve been struggling with this piece for a while. It still looks off to me, but I’m not sure what else I could do to make it better.”
She finally let go off her hand and turned the canvas around.
The painting was incredible; the colours on the canvas blended beautifully, gracefully even, to create a gorgeous painting. Valeria was taken aback, her mouth growing ajar as she stared at the masterpiece before her.
“It’s for you.”
“For me?” Valeria questioned in disbelief, eyes widening when she nodded in reply.
“It’s why I’ve been holed up in here for weeks,” she explained, “This is all, Val. I promise you; I didn’t do anything to betray your trust. I wanted to give you a gift... but I guess it didn’t work out as I wanted it to.”
With a gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips, Valeria turned and cupped her cheeks in her palms, “It’s beautiful,” she said earnestly, “Thank you. And I’m sorry-”
“No, Val, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is all on me. I should’ve organised my time better. Given myself breaks to spend time with you. I neglected you, and I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she assured her, bringing her closer to place a loving kiss against her lips.
They were both quick to relax into one another, the muscles in their faces growing less tense as their lips moved together in harmony. One of Valeria’s hands reached for the back of her head, keeping her close as the other moved to the small of her back to pull her body flush against hers.
When they parted, their breaths were heavy as she planted gentle and sweet kisses on Valeria’s cheeks, before moving to place one right between her eyebrows.
“I love you,” Valeria whispered, her eyes showing a certain softness, “But never do that again.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I promise this was the only time.”
Valeria nodded appreciatively, “I missed you, you know.”
She hummed, her hand moving to her jaw, where she caressed the skin of her cheek with her thumb, “I missed you, too.”
Valeria pressed a kiss against her forehead, smiling as she turned to look at the colourful painting, “I will hang this up tomorrow.”
“Actually, we might have to wait a little bit longer so it can dry properly,” she broke the news.
When Valeria was alone in the crate again, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Laswell. Kate Laswell. It had to be a coincidence… right?
That night was something she barely remembered anymore. She hadn’t thought about it consciously in… years. In fact, that entire period of life was one she has just pushed away, in an active decision to not think about it anymore.
But, despite the shaky nature of human memory, once upon a time, there was a bar. A bar Valeria knew well, as it had once been her usual haunt with her friends, one she’d left and come back to for once last night of fun with her friends before she committed to her service in the military.
The night was hot, the bar was packed, and the alcohol was as cheap and shitty as it had ever been. She’d suggested that she and her friends could go somewhere else, somewhere better, since Valeria could afford it; but her friends couldn’t, so they’d ended up going back here. She didn’t see why the cost of things mattered, since more often than not, her friends had drinks bought for them. If you’re going to sponge off someone else already, at least dig in for the good stuff.
Her bad mood had landed Valeria alone at the bar as she internally griped at how much she hated the music playing, how she was sick of strangers trying to strike up conversation with her when all she really wanted to be doing was hanging out with her friends, and how much harder, how much more dangerous it was for her to get a hook up than it was for them.
Someone hopped up to sit on the stool next to her, breaking Valeria out of her thoughts. She gripped her glass tight, turning to the figure, ready to tell yet another guy where he could stick his penis, only to find a woman hailing the bartender.
She wasn’t even looking at her.
She was an American on holiday, Valeria immediately knew. Blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, an American accent lingering on her words as she ordered a whiskey sour, tugging the ash tray towards her as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from her jeans pocket.
Val realised she was staring, and went back to her drink. She sipped her rum, before almost dropping it in surprise when the blonde nudged her arm.
“Hi. Don’t suppose you’ve got a light?”
“Give us one of those, and I might.” Val set her glass down, already reaching into her jacket pocket for her lighter as the blonde smiled and slid the pack over to her. Val took one, and had the courtesy to light the blonde’s cigarette before her own.
“You on holiday?”
“Is it that obvious?” She chuckled. “Yeah. About to start a job that takes me abroad, to Europe. Might not have the opportunity to holiday for a while.”
“Military?”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Do I look like it?”
“Nah.” Val shook her head, taking a drag on the cigarette. “I am, too. But, more local than you.”
“Congrats.” The blonde tapped the ash off. “Always good to have more women in the military.”
Val nodded slowly as the bartender came back with the whiskey sour. The blonde reached to pay, but Val slid the money across first.
“Let me.”
“Thanks.” She smiled, sipping the drink, a silent beat hanging in the air before she spoke again. “You know, I saw how you turned that guy off earlier. Made him slink right off, with his tail between his legs.”
Val chuckled. “Had to. He wasn’t my… my, uh, type.”
“I know the feeling.” The blonde cheek’s flushed, and she quickly turned away from Valeria’s gaze when their eyes met, like she’d said too much.
Val sipped her drink again. Trust her to only be able to get her hook into someone who couldn’t be less of her type of woman. But she was desperate. Being cooped up every day in an environment full of dick measuring, on a base full of men who thought she shouldn’t even be there, let alone competing with them, was desperately taking its toll on her. She needed some good company. A woman’s company.
“Are you staying nearby?” She glanced at her new friend again.
She nodded. “I’m here with a group. We’re all staying together. It’s… not far away.”
Val nodded, and they both sipped their drinks again.
“I’m Kate.”
“Maria.” Valeria responded. There was no reason to give her real name to someone she wasn’t going to see again. And, more chance that it wouldn’t end up back at her workplace. That itself was unlikely, but Valeria wasn’t taking chances.
Kate nodded and stubbed out her cigarette before draining her glass.
“I should probably go tell my friends I’ll be heading off early. If we… are?” She looked at Val for confirmation.
Valeria nodded. “I should do the same. And, meet at that door so they know we’re not leaving alone.”
Kate nodded. “See you in a minute.”
She brushed by Val as she stood, leaving the scent of her vanilla perfume behind as she walked back to where her group sat in the corner.
Val drained her glass and headed straight to the door, mentioning in passing to one of her friends that she was leaving. She didn’t think she’d been heard, as her friend appeared to be too deeply invested in a guy’s story about how he was planning to revamp his grandmother’s florist shop, to pay much attention to her.
She waited and met Kate at the door as they had agreed.
“Shall we?” Kate gestured towards it.
Val nodded and led the way out onto the street, letting Kate point the way to the house she was staying in. It was indeed not far, only a couple of minutes away. Kate opened the door and let them inside, locking it behind them as Val trailed through the generic holiday home, kicking her shoes off by the door. She turned and smiled at Kate when she took Val’s hand and pulled her up the stairs, into the bedroom she was using, quickly drawing the blind down as Val snapped the lamp on.
“So… Are we good?” Kate asked.
“More than good.” Val reached out and kissed her, grinning as she felt the other woman grab onto her, clutching her shoulders as she melted into Val’s mouth. She parted her lips for Val’s tongue, huffing breaths out in the gaps as Val tugged her to the bed, pulling the pair of them down as her hands moved quickly to Kate’s sides, intent on pulling her shirt off. Val started when Kate nudged her back, before smiling as she watched Kate quickly kick her jeans off herself, before accepting Val’s help to get her underwear and bra to follow.
Val exhaled softly at the sight of her bare form, ghosting one of her hands over her boobs, barely brushing her fingers over the skin, here other hand resting softly on the mound of pubic hair, fingers pressing at the skin, but not moving any lower.
“Tease.” Kate pouted, pulling her hair out of her pony tail.
“I try.” Val pushed her hand lower as she split the woman’s legs open, searching for her clit. She found it quickly, hooking the lid back and gently tweaking it between her fingers. The woman under her hands groaned, legs falling open, chest rising and falling rapidly, taking Val’s other hand with it as she actually grabbed one of Kate’s boobs, squeezing it gently in tandem with her clit, watching Kate’s mouth fall open and her head tilt back.
“Been a while for you too, huh…” Val mumbled to herself, before shaking her head and intensifying her attention on the woman below her. She shifted back, looking down to watch as she moved her hand from Kate’s clit to her wet cunt, gently rubbing circles around it until she found the right place to press her blunt nails deeper, ever so slightly. She sighed, letting go of Kate’s boob, planting her hand by her head to steady herself as she leant down to kiss her again.
Kate mumbled something about more, deeper, into the kiss, and Val obliged. She pushed her fingers deeper into Kate’s pussy, bracing her arm against her own body, using it for leverage as she pumped her fingers in and out of her. Valeria hovered her face just above Kate’s so she could watch her eyes go wide, and forcing Kate to chase Val’s lips up if she wanted another kiss.
Kate groaned softly, cunt fluttering around Val’s fingers. She groaned louder when Val tilted her hand down so her thumb could hit Kate’s clit, rocking together with the fingers inside her, even as her hand started to ache from being stretched so far. It didn’t last long, though, as the pain was washed away by the blissful moan Kate let out, by the hot pulses of wet cunt around Val’s fingers, and the gentle hands tugging her down for a kiss as Kate pushed herself up, reaching for Valeria’s belt.
“Your turn?” She asked, gazing at Val, gripping her belt tight as her blonde hair fell around her face, blue eyes shining even in the dim light.
“My turn.” Val agreed, shrugging her jacket off, dropping it onto the floor as the woman undid her belt and pulled her trousers down, letting Val get settled on the pillows as Kate crawled between her legs, grasping Val’s thighs to keep them open as she kissed her clit.
Val groaned, tilting her head back as Kate took her clit between her lips, sucking on it as two of her fingers felt down to see how wet Valeria was. Kate’s long tongue flicked against her clit, before it was swapped for her slick coated fingers as the blonde moved her mouth down, dragging her tongue over Val’s hole, too focused on eating pussy to make a comment, saying something about how wet Valeria had got from just making a woman come.
Or, maybe she wouldn’t have said it, regardless. That kind of thing wasn’t everyone’s style. Maybe she didn’t need to say anything, with how good she ate pussy, grinding Val’s clit while alternating her tongue and fingers being inside Val.
Valeria felt her thighs shake, covering her mouth as she groaned, because she didn’t know how thin the walls were here, mumbled swear words slipping off her tongue as she was tugged closer and closer to the edge, as Kate kept rubbing her clit in circles, until Val was saying don’t stop, don’t stop, and she could swear the woman between her legs chuckled, and then she was cumming, her legs shaking as the woman kept slowly rubbing her clit, wiping her mouth on Val’s thigh as she sat up, reaching up to kiss her again, before stopping as they heard shouting coming from outside the house.
“My friends are back…” Kate sighed, letting go of Valeria and rolling over onto her back.
Val leapt up, grabbing her trousers and wriggling back into them.
“You won’t stay?” Kate sat up on the bed, watching her.
Val shook her head as she pulled on her jacket. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. See yourself out?”
Val nodded. “S’fine.”
“It was nice meeting you, Maria.” The woman waved as Val passed through the door.
“Sure.” Valeria waved back and hurried back down the stairs, kicking her shoes on in the front room before letting herself out and hurrying away from the house. She tried to slow her pace, her quick exit meaning she was still buzzing from her high, which slowly faded the more she walked, until her pace picked up again as she found herself desperately eager to be away from that house. Away from the fantasy of whatever this was.
Fuck, she had needed this. Yet, she was still glad she hadn’t given the woman her real name. She’d kept that last thing that could tempt a genuine connection to herself, freeing her to do what was best for her, and forget all about this night. Valeria was going onwards and upwards to better places. Better things, better people. She was more. The more, the better, the respected. The feared. She wasn’t going to get distracted now. Las Almas was her city, and she was going to make sure people knew that. No matter what she had to do for it.
Back in her present, Valeria opened her eyes, calmly glaring at the closed door. The fact that a Kate, and American Kate had appeared, now after all these years, when Valeria finally had finally made it to those better places, was a coincidence. It had to be.
And if it wasn’t, Valeria had the power to make it be one. That was the good thing about being in charge of things. The world was yours to shape as you saw fit, and inconveniences, like faded, old memories, could be dealt with. She knew that now. First, she just had to get out of here.
