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Just You and Me Part 15.3

At school

She was putting a book away when her locker was slammed shut. Sighing, she counted to ten in her head before turning to face her twin.

"Morning Carlos," she gave him a sickly sweet smile, "how have you been?"

"Where'd you disappear off to yesterday afternoon?"

She shrugged, "I got bored so I went to Chuck's," slinging her bag over her shoulder as she turned to walk to class.

"You were supposed to be at that meeting Lucia," he hissed.

"Why Carlos?" she turned to face him, as calm as ever, "Uncle usually doesn't care if I'm there or not, why now though?"

Her brother clenched his jaw before stalking off. Rolling her eyes she made her way to homeroom, taking a seat next to Mike, who smiled at her. She and Rio were not in the same homeroom, so she'd only see him later on in the day. Setting her bag down she felt a pair of eyes on her, turning around slightly she saw Jenny Valdez eyeing her.

Rolling her eyes she turned back around and started a conversation with Mike. It was too early to have to deal with her psychotic brother and a petty bitch. Her phone buzzed and as their teacher wasn't there yet, she checked her messages, seeing a few from Rio who was still salty about her staying at Chuck's, as well as one from her uncle, who wanted to see her this afternoon after school.

Sighing she placed her phone back into her bag, turning to Mike, "You busy after school?"

"Nah why?"

"I've been summoned," she explained.

"Ernesto?" she nodded.

"I'll drive you," he said, "I got a text from him too saying I gotta make sure you come."

"Course he did," she rolled her eyes, pausing as she looked at him, "don't tell Rio yeah?"

"Lucia," Mike sighed.

"He has a lot on his plate," she said, "besides you'll be there," she shrugged, "and I can throw a punch if I have to."

He chuckled, "I know that yeah," being the only witness to her punching Rio that one time.

Later

She was getting a book out of her locker when she felt a familiar pair of hands around her waist. Rio kissed her neck and shoulder, before spinning her around.

"Hey babe," she greeted him, before his mouth covered hers, not caring that they were at school.

"There's my girl," he said, his voice husky, "missed you," he smirked, "guess what we have now?"

She rolled her eyes, "You're an idiot," shaking her head, she let him drag her to their little hideout, "we need to study."

"We got time," he shrugged as he shut the door of the never used utility closet. It was never being used cos he bribed Ricardo the caretaker.

"We got a free period for studying babe," she moaned as he kissed her neck. Ignoring her he undid her jeans and pushed them down. His hands splayed across her hips and thighs.

He looked at her body and smirked, this was all his. Pulling her panties down her legs, he knelt in front of her and proceeded to plant kisses and bites all over her pelvis and abdomen. Slowly he started kissing the top of her pussy, sucking on the junction between her pelvis and thigh, as he ran a finger through her folds.

"Look at that pussy," he groaned, as he spread her legs, exposing her to him, "so wet and sweet," he licked his lips, before licking her slit as his thumb rubbed her clit. Holding her in place, he hoisted her one leg over his shoulder and slid his tongue into her, holding her up and open for him.

"Please," she mewled as he ate her, his brow furrowed in concentration. Her hand was resting on his head, rubbing his short hair. His thumb still on her clit as he rubbed her thigh. She came soon and shuddered from the aftershock.

He stood up, pulling her panties and pants up, before resting his forehead against hers, "You're so good to me mami," he growled, devouring her mouth. For the rest of their free period they made out in the utility closet.

Solano House

Lucia walked into the house and made her way to her uncle's study. He was waiting for her, hands folded in front of him.

"Hello uncle," she greeted, moving towards the desk.

"Sit," was all he said in return, "I was initially going to reprimand you for disappearing yesterday, but decided against it after hearing something very interesting," he leaned back and looked at her, "from Christopher."

She froze and he smirked, "So when were you going to tell me you've been spreading your legs for Marcus Ramirez's brat?"

When she didn't reply he chuckled, "I always had a feeling," he looked over at her, "but hoped it was just my imagination, you see mija I had different plans for you," he stood up, "but now I have to change those plans."

Walking around the table he rested his hands on her chair, "I want you to convince him to agree to this venture I have with the italians," he grinned, "you see, I may be in charge now, but these fools and those fucking Italians have this fucked up code, about upholding legacies," he hissed, "and it seems Christopher is just as weak as his father and doesn't want to venture into something new."

"He won't listen to me," she said neutrally.

"I think he will," he chuckled, "he was the one who gave you the heads up about yesterday's meeting," he shook his head when she tried to protest, "you're his Yolanda after all," her uncle said the name with disgust, "just like his father, listens to the person who he puts his dick into rather than the ones loyal to him."

Stroking her cheek as he knelt down, "So mija, you are going to convince him to do this," he smiled, "I don't care how you do it, let him fuck your ass if he wants to, just get him to agree, or else, I'm going to keep you here and let Bennito Tucci have his way with you."

Throughout this entire conversation she kept her face passive. Her insides were screaming but she kept her cool and simply nodded.

"Good," he said, "maybe for once in your wretched life you can be of use to me."

She left the office, shaking a bit but still calm. Mike who was waiting in the lounge got up and looked at her.

"I take it he knows," he whispered.

"Yeah," she nodded, feeling a bit sick.

"You gonna tell Rio?" he asked. They left straight after school, not waiting for anyone. Throughout the meeting Rio has been texting him and calling him, but he's ignored them.

"Boy's been blowing up my phone."

She checked hers, "Mine too," she sighed as they got into the car, "can we just go get a coffee or something before you drop me off please?" he nodded.

Out of all of the guys who are loyal to Rio, Mike and her had a very close relationship. He was the most level headed and rational person in the gang, so it was easy for her to load off on him or talk to him without there being a major blow up. It also helped that to an extent they were both outsiders, him being Polish and her being the unwanted secret child of one of Marcus Ramirez lieutenants. They got two coffees and went to the park. Sitting on swings they just talked. Mike even rolled one up for them.

"He wants me to convince Rio to get on board with this whole brothel idea," she sipped her coffee.

"That's messed up," Mike looked at her, "you gonna tell him?"

"Have to," she sighed, "we need to make Ernesto think he's in control Mikey," he nodded in agreement.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Mike spoke up again, "Rio is probably shitting a brick right now," he chuckled, "two of us just went MIA for an afternoon."

"He'll get over it," she sighed, "just need a breather for two minutes."

"You realize we've been gone from 3pm and it's 7pm now right?" he checked his watch, yeah Rio was gonna shoot them, well him.

"Really?" she laughed, taking a hit, "This his good batch?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You're stressing aren't you?" she looked over at him.

"His girl and best friend, don't tell Mick," he added, "just disappeared for an afternoon without telling him and we've been ignoring his calls, that's bound to have consequences."

"True," she passed the joint to him, "but when last have you felt like a proper teenager Mikey?"

"We're from a world where you have to grow up fast," she watched him take a drag, "sometimes we can be selfish and just be irresponsible for a second while no one is looking."

He nodded, "What other irresponsible thing you wanna do?" he took another hit, "Drifting, cow tippin'," she burst out laughing, "skinny dipping?"

"He'd kill us, if we do that without him," she said and he laughed. They were so in their own zone, laughing and getting buzzed, they didn't notice the very angry gangster behind them.

"We should probably get going," Mike said, laughing as she bumped her swing into him, "very responsible Lucia," he joked.

"Nah,” she said, “what’s the worst that can happen if we gone for a bit longer?”

“I dunno,” came a voice from behind them, “you tell me Lucia.”

They froze, both turning around slowly and seeing the pissed off face of Rio. The look on his face though, made it clear that he was not happy at all. He was going out of his freaking mind looking for her, specifically after her uncle threatened her. When he couldn’t get hold of Mike, he started internally freaking out. However, when he realised that both of them were missing, had the same final class for the day and were not answering their phones, it clicked they were probably together somewhere. After driving around looking for them and asking his boys if they’ve seen Mike, a very tiny voice in his head planted an irrational thought which he tried to push away.

“Oh, my bad, am I interrupting something?” he asked innocently, hands in his pockets, “Here I was thinking, something terrible been happening to my girl and best friend, only to find them all cozy and stoned in a park,” he smiled, that hollow smile that he had when dealing with issues.

“Christopher,” she sighed, getting up to face him, Mike doing the same.

“Get in the car Lucia,” his voice left no room for arguments.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to Mike, “Thanks for the heart to heart Mikey, I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” she hugged him, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but she didn’t care, she enjoyed her afternoon away.

As she walked to the car, Rio looked at his best friend, furious, “The fuck you doing?”

“I ain’t even gonna try and reason with you when you in this mood man,” Mike sighed, “Lucia can explain,” he turned on his heels and walked to his car.

Lucia waited in the car, relieved Rio didn’t punch Mike. He walked back to the car, an unreadable expression on his face. He got into the car, simply started it up and drove, not even sparing her a glance.

“Rio,” she looked over at him, “baby,” his knuckled tightened around the steering wheel, “can you just listen to me,” suddenly, something dawned on her, he never told her that her uncle knew, “why didn’t you tell me my uncle knew about us?”

The question threw him off, “Mike tell you?” it’s the first thought that crosses his mind, even though he doesn’t remember telling Mike.

“No,” she snapped, “my uncle did.”

He nodded, “When did he tell you?”

“This afternoon,” she replied, “he called me for a meeting and asked Mike to take me,” she saw his jaw clench, “I asked Mike not to tell you.”

“Uhuh,” he mumbled, “seems like something you’d do.”

She was starting to get annoyed now, “Know what, if you gonna be a dick, it’s not even worth explaining shit to you.”

He slammed on the brakes, pulling off on the side of the road, pursing his lips, he looked over at her, “I’m being a dick,” he laughed, “oh I’m sorry sweetheart, didn’t realise I was the one that went MIA for an entire afternoon.”

“It wasn’t even like that,” she snapped.

“Oh please explain then, how my girl and best friend just had a secret meeting with my boss and then disappeared.”

“We didn’t disappear and he wasn’t in the meeting,” she sighed, “you’re being dramatic now,” she was thankful that it was dark, because she didn’t want to see the look on his face, “my uncle wants me to convince you to get on board with this brothel idea,” she rolled her shoulders, “said I ruined his plans, so getting you on board, using any means necessary, would be my way of making it up to my family,” she decided she’d let him interpret the rest.

“Why didn’t you tell me he called you, would have gone with,” he sighed.

“That’s why,” she looked at him, “because you would have gone with me," she sighed, "baby you can't wanna be protecting me from everything, I gotta do things on my own."

"This ain't a game Lucia," he hissed.

“I know,” she snapped, “I’m in this as much as you are.”

He sighed, she was right, “Rio,” she turned his head, “it’s you and me, ok?”

“Lucia if anything happens to you,” he held her head in his hands, “I’ll burn this fucking city down.”

“I know you would,” she whispered, “and I’d do the same.”

He drove them back to his house, she didn’t say anything, just got out of the car. In his room, they got ready for bed, facing one another in the dark, her hand stroking his face. They didn’t speak, just held onto one another, until he rolled them over, slipping her shorts to the side before rolling a condom on and sinking into her. She could tell this ordeal with her uncle was bothering him, she could feel it against her, the tension in his body, his actions. Biting into his shoulder as she came, she tightened her arms around him, holding him closer as he fucked her. He shuddered as he came, his blunt nails digging into her skin.

“Ain’t let anything happen to you,” he muttered into her neck, “ain’t no one taking you from me,” he growled, smothering her lips with his. He got up and disposed of the condom, moving to his closet and taking out a wooden box. Turning the bedside lamp on, he sat down and placed the box between them. Opening it, he pulled out a chain with a lucky eye pendant on it.

“This was my pops,” he handed it to her, “said it was for protection, said I need to give it to my Yolanda one day,” he chuckled, “guy was a hardened crime lord but cheesy as hell,” he took her hands in his, “I know we young and anything can happen, but you’re it for me mami,” she smiled as he hung the chain around her neck, pulling her close and kissing her.

“You’re it for me too,” she whispered.

“It ain’t gonna be no easy life.”

“I’ll still be here,” she pulled him closer.

The next morning at school

Lucia was rummaging through her locker when she felt a presence behind her. Turning around she had to suppress a sigh - why were people constantly testing her early in the morning. Jenny Valdez was standing against the locker opposite her, staring her down. She was one of RIo’s regularly hook ups, until a few months before they started dating, when he became celibate for her as he’d like to phrase it. Shutting her locker, she was about to walk away, when Jenny’s voice floated into the air.

“Morning Lucia.”

“Can I help you with something Jenny?”

“I was just wondering,” Jenny tilted her head, “when is he gonna fuck you out of his system?”

“Maybe you should ask him that,” she shrugged - it was the same story with most of the girls around her. Everyone wanted the perks of dating a crime lord, but no one wanted the responsibility. Then when they started dating, it was as if more girls thought they had a chance because he ‘lowered’ his standards.

“Maybe I will,” Jenny smirked, “remind him what he’s missing.”

Before Lucia could respond, Rio walked around the corner, bag slung over one shoulder, “Hey mami,” he smirked, as he walked up to her, ignoring Jenny.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Hi papi,” Jenny flirted, pushing herself off the lockers, “it’s been a while.”

“Go bother someone else Jenny,” Rio sneered, pulling Lucia away.

“Nice chat Jenny,” Lucia winked at her as they walked away.

“She bothering you?” he asked as they walked into their physics class, “cos her ma’s been bothering my ma the last few weeks.”

“I can handle her,” she placed her notebook on the desk, “why’s her ma bothering your mother?”

“Why ain’t your son seeing my daughter, some kinda shit like that,” he shrugged.

She scoffed.

Later that day Rio had to go to a meeting, however as he left school, Ernesto sent him a message, ordering him to bring Lucia along. His jaw clenched as he leaned against her locker waiting for her to finish up. So lost in thought, he didn’t notice her walking up to him, until she had to gently push him to the side to get to her locker. He was quiet as he waited for her to collect all her things.

“Boss wants to see the two of us,” was all he said as he climbed into the car, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

She turned his head to look at her, "Hey, it's gonna be ok yeah," she stroked his cheek, "you and me right," she pulled his head closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "it's my birthday in a few weeks," she reminded him, "eighteen years old, legally don't gotta go back."

He just nodded, jaw still clenched as he pulled away. When they pulled up to the house his blood turned cold when he saw the Italians' car parked outside.

Lucia whistled, "Who's overcompensating with this?" she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

When he didn't reply, she sighed, "Usually I'm the one people consider as morbid and tragic, why you tryna steal my thunder?"

Still nothing, "Baby, come on," she rubbed the back of his neck, "please relax, for me?"

Tilting his head, he looked at her, "He threatened you Lucia."

"He threatens me all the time," she reminded him.

"This was different, this was him using you as leverage," he ground out.

“Baby look at me,” she tilted his chin, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you’d keep me safe,” she stroked his bottom lip, “we protect one another, remember,” he nodded, still not relaxed, “baby you can’t go in there like this,” she reasoned and he sighed, knowing she was right.

“Come ere,” he pulled her head closer to his, kissing her softly, tugging at her bottom lip, “I love you,” he almost growled against her lips.

“Love you too Christopher,” she whispered, kissing him one more time, before pulling away.

They walked into the house, hand in hand, deciding that as the cat was out of the bag, there was no reason to hide anymore. Rio was his calm self externally as they walked into the lounge, where Ernesto and the two Tuccis were. He noticed the way Bennito’s eyes drifted down Lucia’s body and he had to will himself not to show any retaliation.

“Good afternoon uncle,” Lucia greeted her uncle, as she and Rio took a seat, next to one another, her hand resting on his thigh and his arm slung over her shoulders.

“Christopher my boy,” Ernesto smiled, his eyes darting to Lucia and her hand resting on his thigh, “Lucia, so nice of you to finally join us,” he turned to the Italians, “gentlemen this is my niece, Lucia.”

She nodded at them, her face passive as she noticed the younger man's eyes traveling over her body. The meeting was tense, Rio was not backing down and throughout it, Ernesto was sending her death glares.

Later

He fucked her from behind in his bed that night.

“Baby,” she mewled, too exhausted and overstimulated to lift herself up.

They had to be quiet, his mother and sisters asleep in their respective rooms. When they turned in for the night, his hands immediately pulled her towards him, kissing her roughly. He pushed her onto the bed, lifting her sleep shirt up, groaning at the absence of panties. Wrapping her legs around his waist she moaned at the friction of his briefs against her opening.

"Fuck," he growled, turning her onto her stomach, "gotta be quiet for me aight," he growled into her ear, placing a kiss against her neck as he reached for a condom. Sliding into her, his body flushed against hers, his face buried into the side of her neck.

When they were done, he disposed of the condom and pulled his briefs up. They were both breathing heavily, sweat layering their skin. He pulled her closer, lifting her top up and placing kisses on her bare skin. Moving his head further down, he sucked into her swollen folds. Lucia's body jerked as he sucked, sliding a finger into her overstimulated body.

"Christopher," she whispered, her hands resting on his head. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked her clit. It was getting too much, as she tried pushing his head away, but he wouldn't budge.

"Christopher please papi," pleading, "it's too much."

He ignored her as he continued playing with her clit, feeling her walls clench down on his fingers. Soon she was coming again, but he didn't stop, simply moving up to lay next to her, his fingers still moving inside of her. Tears were trailing down her cheeks as he held her arms above her head with one hand.

Lowering his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, before pulling away and sucking the skin of her breast. Lucia bit her lip to stop herself crying out. Rio lifted his head, mouth hanging open, eyes hooded as he watched her in the dark, the moon giving ample light.

"Look down baby," he whispered, "look at what I'm doing to you," his fingers curled. Looking down she sobbed as she watched his fingers disappear into her.

"Cold baby," she whined, scared someone may walk by and see them.

In a flash he pulled the covers over them, before returning his hands to between her legs. Growling when he was met with her closed thighs.

"Open," his voice went dangerously low.

"It's too much," she whispered, stroking his head with her now free hands.

"Open Lucia," he was already prying them apart, slipping two fingers into her. Soon she came again and again. Her last orgasm was on his dick again. She rode him, hands on his chest, head thrown back and his hands gripping her ass.

When she came, her entire body caved in and she collapsed on his chest, tears streaking down her face at the overstimulation. He held her as she shuddered, his orgasm following soon. After he disposed of the condom, she settled on his chest, a leg thrown over his abdomen.

"You ok?" he whispered, suddenly feeling bad at his aggressive behaviour, “Did I hurt you?”

She smiled, “No,” placing a kiss on his chest, grateful that it was dark, “I like it sometimes when you’re rough with me,” she felt him tense up, “like it when you lose control a bit and give it to me the way you want to papi,” she sighed, lifting up and kissing him.

Rio smirked against her lips, pulling away he kissed her nose. The pair dozed off.

Next day

He handed her a pair of boxing gloves, biting his lip as he looked over her. Lucia rolled her eyes and ignored her boyfriend. Rio noticed a few of the other guys in the gym ogling her and he clenched his jaw.

"Ima show you a few sets and the correct form," they were standing at a punching bag, "you have power in your swing but you need to get your stance right."

She nodded and for the next hour they worked on her boxing. He was standing behind her, throughout the session she's been teasing him in her own way. It would be a squeeze of his bicep or she'd brush against him. Their session was almost over, when one of his boys signaled behind him. Turning his head, he groaned as Jarvi Arrabuena walked in.

He was next in line to take over his father's gang. A gang that was slowly trying to encroach on their territory. Jarvi went to their school and had his eye on Lucia as well. Rio was not in the mood for this entitled prick ruining his time with his girl.

"Let's go babe," he squeezed her hips.

"Yo Ramirez," Jarvi hollered just as they got to the exit, "how bout a sparing sesh?"

"Nah I'm good bro," Rio replied, rocking his jaw in annoyance.

"What you don't wanna get your ass kicked in front of your girl," he turned to Lucia, "hey mami, looking fine today."

Jarvi wasn't surrounded by anyone of his boys so what came out of his mouth next was incredibly stupid, "When you gonna let me take a ride."

The entire gym went quiet. Lucia could see Rio’s body tensing up, ready to strike, however, deciding that she had enough of everyone’s bullshit and disrespect, she beat him to the punch. Her hand hurt, but seeing Jarvi on the floor, blood spewing from his nose, made the pain worth it.

Rio smirked, “Your hand ok mama?”

“It was worth it,” she shrugged as they walked out, opting to shower at home.

Thursday

Seems like people were testing his patience today. Ernesto was on his case about the deal with the Italians, his boxing coach was breathing down his neck at school and now Jenny Valdez was trying her luck yet again. He was placing his books into his locker, getting ready to head to lunch and maybe drag Lucia to his car for alone time, when Jenny leaned against his locker. Clenching his jaw, he counted to ten, because in reality, it was his own fucking fault that she was so hung up on him. He made it clear from the start that it was just physical between the two of them, however, he failed to notice her ulterior motives before it was too late.

“Hey papi,” she reached over and stroked his arm.

“What Jenny?” he snapped.

"Why so tense baby," she leaned against the locker next to his and squeezed his bicep, "need a release?"

He glowered at her, "Back the hell off Jenny," he warned, "Lucia walks by and sees you, I ain't doing anything to stop her from gouging your eyes out."

"Come on Rio," she sighed, "when you gonna fuck her out of your system?"

He froze at the question and looked at her with a murderous glare, "Scuse me?"

"I mean I get it," she shrugged, obviously not reading the warning signs that she was crossing a line, "guys want fresh meat, wanna corrupt them a bit, but after a while they always come back to what they know," she smirked.

Rio straightened up, closing his locker calmly, before turning to face her, "Let's get one thing straight, yeah," he moved closer to her, "if Lucia ever leaves me, there is no way in hell that I'd come back to you," before he turned away he delivered the finishing blow, "and for the record, every time I was fucking you, I was thinking of her."

He walked into the lunch room, jaw clenched and a scowl on his face. Sliding into the seat next to Lucia, he sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Hey,” she smiled, turning slightly to look at him, before turning back and continuing her conversation with Chuck. Not liking the fact that her attention was elsewhere at that moment, Rio started kissing her neck, his hands roaming under the table.

“Yo Casanova,” Charlie hollered, “you mind?”

Rio ignored his friend and continued what he was doing, until Lucia nudged him, “Babe,” she laughed, “what’s up?” he huffed in response, tightening his grip around her waist, turning her face towards him.

“Someone needs attention,” Charlie rolled her eyes, “you’re like Tinkerbell, might die if you don’t get attention.”

Lucia laughed, stroking her boyfriend’s cheek. By now Mike and Mick were at the table too, along with some of the other guys.

“Wanna get outta here after lunch?”

“We have class,” she looked confused.

“Fuck class today mami,” he growled against her ear, his arms tense around her.

“Ok,” she stroked his forearms.

After lunch they hopped into his car and drove out of the school grounds. They drove to his house, pulled the car into the garage and went up to his bedroom. They laid on his bed and made out for the rest of the afternoon. Somehow her jeans was tugged off and he managed to pull her bra from underneath her top, leaving her in just her panty and long sleeve top.

“People be fucking around with me today,” he pulled away, rolling over and laying with his back against the headboard, “first the boss, then motherfucking Jarvi and then Jenny,” he hissed, clenching his eyes shut.

She straddled his waist, “Let’s not think bout them ok?” she took his hands and placed them on the junction between her thighs, letting them move up against her waist and under her top, leaning down she kissed his cheek, “Think bout me,” she whispered against his ear, “think about how good it feels when we’re like this,” moving her head to the other side, she kissed his other cheek and then down his neck and chest, flicking a nipple in the process, “how good it feels when you’re inside of me,” she sat up and looked at him, “how good it feels when I clench around you while you make me come,” she started unbuttoning his jeans, “or when you come,” sliding down and laying next to him, she pulled him out of his boxers, slowly stroking him, “I used to think of lots of things before we were going out.”

“Yeah,” his voice was raspy, groaning as she licked her hand and started to pump him, “like what Lucia?”

Licking his ear, she pressed herself against him, “I’d think of what it’d be like to have actually said yes all those times you asked me out,” placing her kiss under his ear as she spread some precum over his head, “how it would be to let you touch me,” she squeezed his shaft lightly, "touched myself a lot pretending it was you," she bent down and kissed a trail from his navel to his shaft.

"One day," she came back up and kissed his ear, "I remember walking past the boxing ring at school and I saw you sparring," she moaned, "you looked so good baby, so powerful," she spread more precum over him, "I went home and that night I sat on by knees, took my toy and pretended you were taking me from behind and your hands, fuck baby I love your hands, they were holding me in place and you were telling me what a good girl I was," she pumped him with purpose, pressing kisses into his neck as she brought him closer to the edge.

" Fuck baby don't stop," he groaned,"just like that Lucia," his fist came to his mouth and he bit it.

"No baby," she whispered, "I wanna hear you papi," she proceeded to lick the shell of his ear.

"I'm cuming babe," his breathing become shallow, one had fisted into the sheets, as she lowered her head and sucked up, not stopping her pumping, "fuck Lucia," he growled, "just like that," he came in her mouth and she took every drop.

Putting him back into his briefs she smiled at him and kissed his cheek, “Feeling good?”

He simply rolled them over, pinning her underneath him and kissed her roughly, his hands disappearing under her top, eventually pulling it off of her. She was his and he was not letting her go, there was no way he’d let fuckers like Jarvi and Jenny cause trouble. This was something he’s been waiting for since he was sixteen and now that he has it, there was no way he was going to let anyone come between them. Pulling her closer, he stroked her cheek, his jaw set as he looked at her. Lucia ran her fingers along his forearms, staring right back at him, before lifting up and placing a kiss on his lips.

“Where you going in there?” she asked as her hands rubbed his shoulders.

Shaking his head, “Nowhere,” leaning down to rest his head on her chest he sighed, “ain’t no place I wanna be than right here with you Lucia.”

#rio good girls #manny montana #nbc good girls #lucia x rio

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dikanamai · 5 years

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—Rosa Rivera, in the Land of the Dead <3

I'm not very fond of AUs, but there's a kind of fic in the Coco fandom that I really like a lot: retellings of the movie with a little divergence or some sort of role reversal/role switch.

Some of the fics I've read and enjoyed the most over these months are like this. Like Elegy, my very favorite, in which Imelda is the one who gets cursed in 1942, after Ernesto's death, and visit the Land of the Dead to find out the truth (Elegy isn't a retelling of the movie, but follows a similar plot). Or Shaken by How Long it Took, an actual retelling of Coco, but with an important canon-divergence: Miguel found the wedding photo of Héctor and Imelda years ago (with Ernesto as padrino) and he knows since the beginning Héctor is his great-great-grandpa. This fic is sooo sweet and heartwarming, because both Héctor and Miguel develop a beautiful relationship. Fluff and family bonding.

Other examples are The search for the Female Mariachi, with a role switch between Héctor and Imelda (so she was the one who left and the one who guides Miguel in the Land of the Dead). Or Miguel, a fic with a complex multi role swaps (still on-going). And I'm sure there are more that I've missed.

The last one I've read is Rosa's Journey, a fic that FINALLY follows a plot I was eager to find: Rosa's the one who goes to the Land of the Dead, instead of Miguel. I've been thinking about it a lot. How would've Coco been if the main character was Rosa? I got very excited with Rosa's Journey, though the role switch isn't just between Miguel and Rosa, but between Héctor and Imelda as well (she's the one who left, again). There's a completely new villain, too: Ernesto doesn't exists and Imelda's colleague is a woman named Earlina de Paula. I've loved this fic and, to be honest, it's been a pleasure to read a Coco retelling with female characters in all the main roles (except for Héctor, obviously).

But this last fic let me thinking… what about a Coco retelling in which the only difference is who goes to the Land of the Dead? I mean, what about a Coco retelling in which Rosa goes to the Land of the Dead, but there's no actual role switch? Miguel is the one who wanna be a musician, he's the one who runs away, he's the one who's about to steal de la Cruz's guitar… but then, Rosa follows him, catches him in the cemetery and almost by mistake gets cursed by picking the guitar for Miguel. How many things would've changed then?

The idea got stronger and stronger, because it's a kind of story I would love to read. Rosa loves music too, but she loves and admires her family. She despises her great-great-grandpa for being a jerk. She doesn't idolize de la Cruz. She's sassy, funny, smart, sharp. So what kind of relationship would she develop with Héctor, who's salty, sarcastic, has no more fucks to give and also despises de la Cruz? I mean… wouldn't they be the perfect duo?! I've realized the relationship between Héctor and Miguel in the movie is kind of tense most of the time, because the kid adores Ernesto and Héctor doesn't want to disappoint him but knows the true face of that fucker. But if the kid had been a bit warier about Ernesto, their bond could've been very different. And, let’s be honest: taking care of Rosa would remind Héctor of Coco ALL THE TIME.

So I couldn't help but start writing my own retelling, because I couldn't stop thinking about it. In this story, Rosa lives the adventure that was meant for her cousin. The motivations and relationships between characters are very different. She meets a family she loves, she finds herself forced to look for a great-great-grandpa she despises and joins a trickster who has a lot in common with her. And it's being a joy. I'm writing it in a row (7 chapters by now, I'm in the battle of the bands) and I'd love to post it when I finish. But I wanted to share a little bit, because I'm enjoying it very much. So, if you're interest, here's a sneak peek of chapter 4, when Rosa and Héctor meet each other :D

Before reading: please, remember English is not my mother tongue and this is actually the first time in my life I write fiction directly in English (instead of translating something previously written in Spanish). Though I've been a writer for 20 years now, I'm not good at English. This is the first draft and it hasn't been revised. I have no beta readers, either. So any kind of tip, feedback or whatever would be very appreciate. Enjoy! :)

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She thought she had lost him in the crowd, but spotted him again very quickly. It wouldn’t be possible to get too far with that limp, though he strode across the gallery with firm determination. He was crumpling the officer's warning and throwing it aside.

"Hey! Hey!" Rosa sprinted to him. "You, err… ¡señor! Do you really know de la Cruz?"

The man huffed loudly and began to turn. "Yeah, who wants to—" Then he saw her and shrieked so stridently it seemed to echo around the whole hall. "Y-YOU'RE ALIVE!"

Forget the curse: she was going to die tonight by a heart attack. Blind by the panic rush, she grabbed the man by the suspenders and pulled him rudely into a near phone booth to get out of sight. He pressed himself against the farthest corner, still as scared as if he'd just found himself trapped there with a chupacabras instead of a girl. He seemed about to start screaming again and she was going to throw up, seriously, she was going to.

"Stop yelling, por Dios!" she demanded frantically. "Sí, I'm alive! And just in case you haven't notice, I shouldn't be here right now! I'm in a big trouble and need de la Cruz's blessing to go back home in the Land of the Living!"

"You need— You just— Wait, what?" He was babbling, but then frowned. "Wait there, that's weirdly specific…"

Rosa grunted in frustration, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Okay, this needed a direct approach. "He's my… great-great-grandfather."

"He's your WHAT?!"

"STOP YELLING!" She shook him, so on edge she didn't even notice she was shouting herself. "I need his blessing now, okay? A family blessing! I just wanna know if you can help me or not!"

"Okay, okay, okay, wait." He waved a hand to shush her and looked aside, a deeper frown shadowing his face as he focused on his thoughts. Some very complex thoughts, it seemed. "Wait, wait, waitwaitwait…" He started tapping on his chin, as if trying to figure something out, and Rosa started tapping her foot impatiently.

"Look, I don't have much time."

"It can't… but what if…"

"Could you just answer my question, ple—?"

"Yes. Yes!" He brightened up and flashed a wide smile at her. "Yes, you're going back to the Land of the Living!"

"No, I'm not, if we spent the whole night here!" Rosa put her hands on her hips, but then noticed his wild expression and grimaced. This guy's mind seemed to be racing even faster than her own, no brakes. Perhaps he had already lost it in full. "Aaand now it's when I start regretting all of this…"

"Nononono, listen up, niña!" He bent down a little, snapping his fingers under her nose. "I can help you, but you can help me too! I can help you, you can help me, we can help each other, but most importantly, you can help me!"

"Whoa…" Rosa couldn't but stare at him, raising an eyebrow. "And I thought I was desperate…"

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, his shoulders drooping. "Oh, you've noticed? How sharp!" Okay, that sounded far too salty. "Desperate is my second name, chamaca, nice to meet you."

"That's not very comforting…"

"Hey, hey, hey, look at the bright side! Since I'm desperate to cross over, I'm also desperate to get you to go home! Take it as a guarantee of my honesty, I'll help you!"

She narrowed her eyes, too. The guy was really something, but he didn't seem dangerous, despite his ragged appearance. Rosa was used to identify and avoid creepy men; they all had some kind of energy around them that gave her bad vibes just by being close. But this one just looked like… Miguel. A taller, older Miguel, as harmless as her cousin. She knew she couldn't trust a stranger and she would keep her eyes open, but maybe this could actually work. She glanced at Dante, checking for approval, and the dog was so calm she relaxed a bit.

"Okay then, don Despair." She shot him a smug gaze. "And what's your first one?"

"Héctor." He smiled and offered her his hand.

"I'm Rosa." She shook it and kept the grip to pull him out the booth. "And we're going right now, because I'm chased."

"That's new." She could hear his frown even without looking at him. "Chased by whom?"

But there was no time for explanations. Rosa had just put her feet in the hall, when a well-known female voice called out her name from the distance. She finally spotted her family far away, rushing down the staircase of the upper platform. And the punch of stress and dread hit her hard again, making her heart jump and her stomach twist.

"¡Ay, Dios! Come on, come on, COME ON!!"

She pushed Héctor to the exit, ignoring his complaints, and the three of them bolted to the street. They zipped through the revolving doors so fast that several skeletons broke apart as they slammed against the glass. But she couldn't stop now. Rosa leaped down the steps of the stairway in pairs, with the clack, clack, clack of Héctor's footsteps tripping at her side. Dante passed them by and threw himself into the crowd that filled the place, disappearing between legs and skirts. Too many people, too many. Rosa collided with some passersby who yelled at her, and she babbled apologies and turned around again and again, increasingly disoriented and scared, surrounded by unknown skeletal faces and too bright colors. She was already panting frantically.

"Dante!" she cried out in distress.

"Don't get lost, chamaca!" And suddenly Héctor was at her side, one hand keeping his hat on his head and the other one gripping her wrist to drag her across the plaza. "Over there!"

Rosa had only two seconds to peek over her shoulder one last time, to the Station. She couldn't see her family anywhere. If something went wrong, how…?

Dios, what I am doing?

They rushed together down more stairs and loped off through a few side streets, in that never-ending getaway. At last, they reached an empty, arched alley, far darker and quieter. He finally let go of her hand there, puffing.

"Whoa, that felt like a breakout. You're chased by the authorities, by any chance?" He gave her a questioning look. "Not that I mind, you know, and I know better than to ask unpleasant questions, but this is—" He trailed off when he saw her face and his little smile faded. "Oye, oye, ¿chamaca?"

Rosa wasn't listening. With her back against the alley's wall, she fought to catch her breath, shaking. This was madness. What a mess. Her heart seemed to be fiercely beating in her throat, and she could still see Mamá Imelda's eyes on her with that furious frown. Oh, Dios, she had just run away from Mamá Imelda! From Mamá Imelda! Had she lost her mind? She gaped in horror and cupped her own face, panic bubbling inside her chest once more.

"Hey, chamaca!" Héctor was snapping his fingers again to wake her up. "You okay?"

Her last bit of self-control cracked. "Do I look like I'm okay?!" Rosa shouted in a high-pitched voice, hyperventilating now. "I'm frigging cursed and I'm in the frigging Land of the Dead and I have to find a frigging celebrity before sunrise or I'll be frigging dead and— Oh, Dios, I can see my finger bones already, I CAN SEE MY FRIGGING FINGER BONES!!"

"Rosa!" Héctor grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Calm down! No yelling, remember? Stop the 'frigging' thing. It's okay, you're gonna be okay. You looked so clear-headed a moment ago it was almost a bit scary, you know. I'm sure you can handle this. You have a plan, right? Just focus."

He talked as if she wasn't right before him in a full panic and he knew her since forever, both things untrue. But his voice was soothing and sounded very reasonable. It reminded her of Tía Victoria and the way she had calmed her down in the cemetery an… hour ago? Two? It seemed like a lifetime. You're a very sensible little woman with a lot of common sense inside that head… Would Tía Vico still think that way? She didn't think so. Rosa groaned and buried her face in her fists. Breathe in, breathe out. Dante pressed himself against her leg and nuzzled her thigh, whining. His warm was comforting, and her pulse began to steady. Yeah, panic wouldn't help her to go back home. She had to focus. She had made a decision and she had to think how many things were at stake. She had to keep cold-head and make this work, whatever it costed.

She had to get de la Cruz's blessing.

"Sí," she whispered finally, and then she straightened up and looked Héctor in the eye. "Sí, I have a plan."

"Great!" He smiled reassuringly. "We'll make it, chamaca. Don't worry, sí?"

Rosa nodded and swallowed. "Gracias. Sorry, I just…" She tried to elaborate, but gave up with a grunt. "That… pinche Miguel!"

"Miguel?"

"Mi primo." Rosa took off her glasses and pressed a palm over her eyes for a moment, praying for her headache to give her a break. "He was about to do a very stupid thing and I tried to stop him. Then I did a very stupid thing and got myself stuck in here. Everything's been a roller coaster since then, I feel as if running for hours. But enough of that. How do we get to de la Cruz?"

"Hey, hey, slow down!" Héctor looked suspiciously hesitant. "First of all, we should do something about all that… that…" He waved towards her, from head to toe. "All that flesh of you. We won't get far if you don't blend in, you need a disguise. Got any makeup or face paint? Something we can use?"

Rosa rushed to unzip her pockets and sighted in relief when she found her little brothers' face paint still there. She only had white and black, and the old red lipstick of Tía Gloria, but that was enough. Héctor gave her a nod of approval and led her up the alley, till they found some crates and took a seat. Dante sat by their side and watched them closely, so incredibly happy again. The dog had relaxed after fleeing the Station and seemed very at ease around the stranger. Rosa took it as a good sign. Even if Héctor was a trickster, he had made a point before: his priority was crossing over the bridge, that much was obvious, so it was unlikely he could mean any harm. There was no point in hurting the only person who could help you.

"Hold still, hold still," Héctor murmured, so focused on her makeup that Rosa straightened up and held her pose. The quietness was very welcome after all the stress, she didn't mind the pause at all. But it was also pretty surreal to be sitting there, with a skeleton painting her face just as Tía Gloria would've done if she hadn't ended in that crazy place.

Perhaps she had just knocked herself out by falling from de la Cruz's sepulcro and was hallucinating the entire thing.

She really hoped so.

A few minutes later, Héctor finally looked satisfied. "Ta-da! The perfect calaverita!" He took a small mirror out of his pocket and held it in front of her. Rosa put on her glasses again and whistled in disbelief, actually impressed. It was a regular calavera makeup, but he'd got creative with the lipstick and had drawn beautiful patterns in her cheeks and around her brows. "Wait, no hood?" he added, peeking over her shoulder to the jacket's back.

"Err… no."

Héctor sighed dramatically. "Ay, okay, your hair. Let it down, we must hide those ears."

Rosa obeyed and he quickly parted her hair in two halves for a twin braids hairdo. He worked so fast, so I-know-perfectly-what-I'm-doing, that she couldn't help whistling again. "You know, you look pretty skilled at braiding," she scoffed.

Héctor chuckled, though his smile seemed a little bittersweet. "I used to make a lot of braids, a long, long time ago. Got any other—?" Rosa held up a second rubber band before he asked for it. "Girls, always ready."

"I must, with this hair."

"This hair's gonna save your day, chamaca." He arranged the braids to cover her ears and put back her diadem as if crowning her. "Okay, ya está. That diadema will keep them in place. Collar up! Perfect, I think we're done. Just…" He looked thoughtfully at her legs. "We should get a skirt. Long to the ankles."

"Oye, how old are you?" Rosa complained, and put her hands on her hips again in annoyance. "Now you talk like my abuela!"

"If Ernesto is actually you're great-great-grandpa, I assure you I'm old enough to be your great-great-grandpa too." Héctor pouted and crossed his arms. "But the point is we can't paint your fleshy legs. Can you unfold that hem?"

Grumbling under her breath, Rosa tried to pull the cuffed hem of her capri jeans as down as she could. It was disturbing to see the curse creeping up her legs, her feet fully skeletal by then like ominous ankle socks.

"Okay, now listen to me, Rosa: this world is not much different from your own, so here are the golden rules." Héctor lifted three fingers. "Stay close, don't get lost and never follow any weird guy to any weird place."

She shot him a dry glare. "You serious?" she blurted out. "I'm in a really weird place with a really weird guy right now!"

"This doesn't count!" He waved a hand dismissively. "We have a deal! And I would never harm a fly, far less a little girl or any other human being."

"Right the kind of thing a weird guy would say." Rosa rolled her eyes. "Look, I can take care of myself, don't worry about that."

"Oh? And how you—?"

He couldn't finish. As fast as light, she took off one of her flats and swatted him hard in the cheekbone. So hard that his skull spun around. Héctor shirked and grabbed his head to stop it, looking at her with wide, dumbfounded eyes.

"You'll never see me coming." Rosa gave him a smug smile and a sassy shrug, before putting her flat on.

"That…" He was speechless. "That felt familiar…"

"Did it?" She raised an eyebrow. "How many women have hit you with their shoes?"

"Just one, but she hit hard enough to be unforgettable." For a tiny moment, he seemed about to smile fondly, but covered it with a cough. "Okay, okay, I trust you, so back to business! There's something important you must understand, Rosa. This place runs on memories. If you're well remembered, people put up your photo and you get to cross the bridge and visit the living on Día de Muertos." He put a hand on his chest with a tense smile. "As you've probably notice by now, that's not my case."

"You've never crossed over?" She frowned, getting serious.

"No one's ever put up my picture. But you can change that!" He took an old photo out from his inner pocket and handed it to her. It was black and white, with a young living Héctor who looked a very little older than her own big brother. His eyes were big and bright, and his smile seemed to cross his whole sharp-angled face. She scanned it intently, feeling that something was off but not getting what. Dios, how old actually was that guy? How old was he when he died?

"So… this is you."

"Muy guapo, eh?" he joked, waving his brows.

Rosa snorted. "So you want me to put up your photo on my family's ofrenda when I get home… in exchange of getting me to my great-great-grandpa."

"Well, yeah, about that…" Oh, no, that suspicious hesitation again. "Actually, de la Cruz is a tough guy to get to, and I need to cross that bridge soon. Like tonight. So, you got any other family here? You know, someone a bit more… ehh, accessible?"

Rosa stared at him, poker-faced. She couldn't think about her family without fretting again, but she couldn't afford another panic attack either. Héctor was really desperate; if he found out she'd just run away from her relatives, they would never make their way to de la Cruz. He could even try to take her back to the Station right away. So she hardened her look and narrowed her eyes, in what she hoped to look like an 'are-you-frigging-kidding-me' expression.

"What part of 'I need de la Cruz's blessing' you didn't get?" she hissed, trying her best to look offended. "Did you really think I'd be here if I had another option? It's de la Cruz's or nothing!" Rolling her eyes with a lot of drama, she huffed and pushed the photo against Héctor's chest. "I should've guessed you only wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. Well then, don Despair! I won't bother you anymore, good luck with your bridge. Let's go, Dante!"

She stood up and strode away.

"Wha— Waitwaitwait!" Rosa was already half way to the alley's entry. "Argh! Okay, okay, niña, fine! Fine! I'll get you to your great-great-grandpa!"

Rosa stopped and waited while Héctor trotted towards her, limping. When he reached her, she flashed him a bright smile.

"Lead the way, guapo," she teased.

Héctor pouted again. "You're pretty terrible, you know that?"

And this time, she felt extremely proud.

#coco #pixar coco #coco fanarts #coco fanfics #my art #hector rivera #rosa rivera #let them have the abuelo-nieta relationship we all deserve XD

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