New Fic- Housewarming pt 2/2
There is only a tiny bit left... LifeJournal just wouldn't let me put it all in one post. :)
Here ya go
Housewarming pt 2
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They had driven in silence. Andy was grateful that Miranda had not spoken to her or touched her during the drive back to the townhouse. Her intoxicating perfume had been distraction enough and Andy certainly didn't want anything to delay the rest of this night. Now though, they stood at the door of Miranda's bedroom and Andy hesitated.
“Miranda?”
A look similar to disappointment flashed across Miranda's face. “Second thoughts?”
“No.” Andy assured Miranda quickly, “Not about you, ever.” She exhaled softly and spoke quietly even though they were alone in the house. “I just need to make sure that you are... sure.” Pressing her lips together for a second, Andy explained, “I'm done with one-night stands... I don't want a fling. I want you, Miranda. If we do this... I want it to be something that will last.”
“Andrea... I have not waited this long for a weekend fling. I let you go once, and you have returned to me. That means you are mine.” Miranda's voice lowered to its sexiest register. “I will not let you go again.”
“Miranda.” Andy moved in for a kiss and solemnly promised, “You won't have to.”
Pressing Miranda back against the wall, Andy lightly brushed her lips against Miranda's. The ridiculous softness she found made her gasp and she increased the pressure slightly. Exhaling through her nose, Andy spoke against Miranda's lips. “I knew it would be like this.” She alternated kisses and comments. “So soft... so perfect.”
“Andrea...” Miranda pulled the younger woman through the door and managed to lead her next to the bed without breaking the kiss. She tugged on the hem of the younger woman's shirt. “Let me see you.”
Andy immediately pulled the shirt up and only broke the kiss for the half second it took to pull it over her head and off. She tossed it haphazardly to the floor. Miranda's warm hands on her stomach and ribs pulled a long moan from her. “Oh God... Miranda...” She gasped as Miranda dropped to her knees.
Miranda hummed in appreciation as she pressed her lips against Andrea's flat, muscular stomach. She smiled against the smoothness as Andrea curled around her. The muscles under her lips jumped as she reached up to undo the button of Andrea's slacks and murmured again, “Andrea, let me see you.”
Kicking off her shoes, Andy shivered as Miranda peeled off her slacks. She quickly kicked them and her socks aside. She looked down into Miranda's eyes and with trembling fingers tugged at the collar of Miranda's buttoned blouse. “My turn.”
Nodding, Miranda stood and in what seemed to be a fit of shyness, turned around as she unbuttoned her shirt. Andy moved up behind her and as the garment was removed, she lovingly kissed the skin on the back of Miranda's neck, and down the older woman's spine and back up. Andy's lips found Miranda's ear and she whispered, “Turn around.” Miranda seemed a little reluctant, but she complied. Andy had to remind herself to breathe as she reached up to caress the part of Miranda's breasts not still hidden by her lingerie. Bending down Andy kissed the softness and slid her hands around, following the fabric to its clasps. Returning her gaze to Miranda's eyes, Andy undid the garment and without breaking eye contact, tossed it away before reaching behind her own back to do the same with her bra.
Moving in Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda's now bare shoulders and sighed as their breasts pressed against each others. She kissed the soft skin at the slope of Miranda's shoulder, then at the point where her shoulder and her neck met. Running her lips lightly across Miranda's collarbone, Andy slowly sank to her knees, kissing whatever softness her lips happened to come across. Her hands trailed down Miranda from her shoulders to the top of the skirt the editor still wore. She made quick work of the button and zipper but ran her hands down the expanse of fabric, then up under the skirt, skimming along Miranda's muscular thighs the whole way. Finding a spot to grab onto the skirt, from the inside, Andy pulled it downward, exposing the legs she had just explored. She also came face to face with a thin, light scar just below Miranda's navel. Andy blinked and looked up into passion darkened eyes. “The twins?”
Miranda nodded then gasped as Andrea's tongue traced the slight imperfection. “Andrea...” Miranda curled around her lover's dark head and sighed as Andrea laid her back onto the bed with infinite care. She lifted her hips slightly as her underwear was removed and then she raised her head to see Andrea removing the final piece of her own clothing as well. “You are exquisite.”
“You are amazing.” Andy crawled up onto the bed, almost overwhelmed by the sensation of her skin sliding against Miranda's. “I have wanted this for so long... wanted you, for so long... Miranda...” Andy cupped Miranda's breast in her hand, loving the weight of it. A tear escaped her eye. “I've been yours for so long...”
Miranda wiped away the tear and smiled. “I have been yours as well.” She smiled at the disbelief on Andrea's face. “I am surrounded, every day by some of the most beautiful and fascinating people in the world and none of them hold my interest at all.” Miranda gasped as Andrea's thumb lightly brushed her puckered nipple. “The only person I've wanted to be with for a long time, is you.” She could feel Andrea's hand trembling now. “Take me, Andrea. Please, make me yours.”
“Miranda?” This was unbelievable. Andy couldn't quite process the idea of Miranda saying please, of Miranda, begging her for... “Are you sure?”
“Andrea, I need you! Please...”
Any more pleas were stopped by Andy's mouth on Miranda's. She swallowed Miranda's sigh as she covered the woman with her own body. “You feel so good.” She pressed herself against Miranda, reveling in the sensation. “You're so soft.. so warm...” She murmured against Miranda's neck, “You smell so good...” Andy licked, nipped and sucked her way down Miranda's body, stopping occasionally to pay extra attention to certain places.
Miranda writhed and arched into Andrea's mouth until the exquisite journey slowed and stopped with Andrea's head resting on her thigh. She gasped as Andrea's breath warmed and ruffled the short hair there. “Andrea?”
Without another word Andy shifted and took her first real taste of the woman she had loved for so long. Miranda's cries spurred her on. She had dreamed of this for so long, but it had never been this good. The sounds Miranda made drew her ever closer to her own climax but Andy was more interested in hearing Miranda call out her name. Her wish was granted a few moments later when Miranda tensed and her strangled voice raised to a volume Andy had never heard before.
“ANDREA!” Miranda nearly sat up on the bed, her eyes wide as she watched Andrea's own climax send tremors through the younger woman. She fell back onto the bed, gasping. “Oh Andrea...”
Andy found the strength to climb up the length of Miranda's body. She settled next to Miranda, her head on Miranda's shoulder and dragged the covers over them. “I will never get tired of doing that.”
Chuckling at that, Miranda grinned. “That is very good to hear.” She kissed the top of Andrea's head then collapsed back on the bed, her arm loosely draped around Andrea's shoulder. “However, I believe it's my turn next.”
“Oh.” Andy hummed with pleasure. “Right, the weekend isn't over yet...”
“Mmmm..” Miranda agreed, “It is not, and I can assure you I always keep my promises.”
“Yeah, about that. You were pretty, um... forward tonight.” Andy bent her arm to prop her head up on her hand. “It was a little confusing to see you acting so outside your normal character.”
“I do apologize for that.” Miranda played with the long strands of dark hair under her hand. “I couldn't seem to help myself. I had waited for so long, and then there you were. I didn't want to lose you again.”
“I'm glad you made the first move.” Andy hummed in contentment, momentarily hugging Miranda a little tighter. “I wouldn't have. I was too scared.”
“Scared... of me?”
“Of being shot down.” Exhaling softly, Andy admitted, “I had convinced myself that you didn't want to have anything to do with me. That you couldn't possibly feel the same about me that I felt about you... but through it all there was a tiny, sand grain sized, nugget of hope that you did.” She swallowed hard. “I couldn't take the chance.” Andy sighed. “I couldn't let even that much hope be taken from me.”
“Hope.” Miranda smiled. “There are times when I have lived on it alone.”
“You know...” Andy laughed softly. “I only ate a tiny veggie pizza.” Peeking up at Miranda, Andy wrinkled her nose slightly. “As nice as hope is, and as tasty as you are... I'm going to need some real food at some point...”
“Well.” Miranda licked her lips. “I'm sure we can find some pasta to cook and there is plenty of Alfredo sauce and tomato sauce leftover from the amount I took to Nigel's this evening.”
“You brought the sauce?!” Andy laughed louder and accused, “You faker. You didn't even need to taste the sauces!”
“Oh, I can assure you, Andrea, I most certainly did need to taste them,” Miranda tapped Andrea's nose, “because I wanted to see you taste them.” Shifting to her side, to face the younger woman, Miranda reached up to trace the outline of Andrea's face. “But right now, there is definitely something else that I need to taste.”
“Oh really?” In a dry amused tone, Andy asked, “And why's that?”
“Because I made a promise,” Miranda grinned, “and it is not yet, next week.”
Andy gasped as Miranda's lips connected with her neck and she felt Miranda smile against the softness when she moaned and her hands began roaming to urge Miranda on. Next week was less than twenty-four hours away; Twenty-two hours and eighteen minutes to be exact, until Sunday arrived. She wished she didn't know that time so exactly and found her wish granted when Miranda's hand discovered a copious amount of moisture, shorting out her internal clock. “Oh God.”
Miranda chuckled and began to kiss her way down Andrea's body. “I am beginning to see the fascination with weekends.”
“Oh really...” Andy gasped and arched into Miranda. “I... wish I had explained it sooner. I'm starting to like them again myself.”
“Mmmm...” Now, Miranda kissed the inside of Andrea's thigh, then delved into her lover with complete abandon. “Indeed...”
“On the bright side.” Andy panted for breath and grasped the mussed sheets tightly, “there are plenty more...”
Miranda nodded, her nose brushing Andrea in the most intimate way possible. “Indeed there are.” She sighed and settled in. “Many many more weeks and each one of them with an end.”
End.