AU- Time Reveals All Things 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Nate, Andy/Miranda, Emily/Serena, Lily/OC (Aurora Westin)
Summary: AU- Miranda has spent her life in the closet in order to ensure her professional success. Now a series of events forces her relationship with Andrea out into the open. Will their relationship be able to survive the fallout?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these characters are not my own. However, Dr. Aurora Westin is mine. This is my first fic and I had no beta. I did proof-read this several times, but it's possible that it's still not flowing as I would like it to. Anyhow, if anyone does wish for me to continue this story, I do have an epic fic planned for this, which will hopefully allow me to further develop my writing style.
Author's Note: Thank you all for reading my first bumbling attempts at writing fanfics. I would like to apologize for the delay between updates, but I struggled over a love scene and have agonized over how to write it. I am definitely a reader and not a writer, but I wanted to give it a go. Anyhow, I appreciate all of your feedback from Chapter 1, and I sincerely hope that you enjoy Chapter 2 as well. Now that I've passed the portion that I was struggling to write, you can expect bi-weekly updates. If you stick it out, I'll definitely make it worth your while- and that is soooooo not a come-on. LOL.
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Andrea had already left to go back to the hotel. The kids had decided that they all wanted to bunk together that night, so Miranda put Cassidy and Caroline in charge and told them to watch the younger ones, and to not leave the house that night. The girls put up a mock protest at having to babysit, but they were secretly thrilled at being trusted with the responsibility. They immediately went to work, wrapping some string around thumbtacks anchoring them into the wall on one side of the room, stretching the string to the other side of the room and repeating the process. Pretty soon, they had formed a network of stable strings, which they then hung sheets on forming a canopy reminiscent of 1,001 Arabian Nights. The girls then all huddled under their make-shift tent giggling.
Cassidy and Caroline quietly kissed the others good night and slowly extricated themselves from the group, leaving the bedroom as quietly as they could. Once out of the bedroom, they proceeded outside to sit on the rear-deck while looking out at the water under the starlit sky. For long moments, there were no sounds between them except for the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and receding.
“Cass, do you ever wish that things were different between our parents?” whispered Caroline as she looked around making sure that no one could overhear them.
“Between Mother and Father? Why would I?” Cassidy responded with a frown.
“No, of course not. I mean, between Mother and Mom.”
“Caroline, I wish a lot of things were different. I wish Mother was more like Mom. I wish that we could have a normal life. I wish that we didn’t live in a glass house. I wish that our sisters could all live with us, and we could read them bedtime stories. I wish everything wasn’t so fucked up.” She sighed and started tugging at her hair in a gesture Andy would’ve found quite familiar.
“Cass, I’m worried this time. This doesn’t feel like all of the other times. I mean, Mom hasn’t even argued with Mother once. They don’t argue or fight at all, anymore. She won’t yell. She won’t say anything is wrong. But I know it is. I just don’t get why Mother can’t see it.”
“Caroline, what are you saying? Them not fighting is a good thing, isn’t it? I mean, do you think Mom is gonna take Annie, Maggie, and Liz and just leave us? She’s not like that. Plus, we’re her kids, too. She wouldn’t do that to us,” Cass said, hoping to convince herself of this. But truthfully, she felt like her parents were slipping away from her. Worse, she couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening.
“Cass, think about this for a second. The only time Mom argues is when it’s something that she really cares about. If she’s not arguing with Mother anymore, it’s possible that it’s because she doesn’t care enough to argue anymore. That’s what worries me.” And suddenly, Caroline felt ill. She bent forward, putting her head between her knees breathing deeply- inhaling and exhaling to the count of four- as her parents had taught her to do whenever she felt this way.
Then she felt a cold wet cloth being pressed against the back of her neck, and cool soft fingers guiding the hair away from her face. She glanced sideways, expecting to see Cassidy caring for her, and instead looked into the cool intensely blue worried eyes of her mother.
“Hush, darling. You’ll be all right in a moment. Just take some deep breaths.”
“Mother, did you hear what we were just discussing?” ventured Cassidy, wondering where her sudden courage was coming from.
Miranda continued to stroke Caroline’s face tenderly, not acknowledging that she even heard the question. Truthfully, she couldn’t yet find a way to respond. She heard everything that the girls had been discussing and could not recall ever feeling as shaken by anything. Her girls had been able to notice more about Andrea’s behavior than her own wife. Never before had she felt as inadequate as she did now. She wanted to cry and just walk away from everyone and lick her wounds. But she was supposed to be the mature responsible parent, and could not afford to be anything less than in control, or so she continued telling herself.
“Mother, what are you and Mom going to do tonight?” asked Cassidy with a sly grin, as Caroline futilely tried to silence her intrepid sister.
Miranda merely arched a delicate brow and tilted her head.
“That doesn’t work with me, Mother. Anyhow, it better be good. For what it’s worth, Happy Anniversary! We left your gifts on the credenza…….” Cassidy’s voice trailed off as she caught sight of her mother’s face. Miranda looked stunned and was speechless.
“Oh, no. Please tell me that you did not forget again?” pleaded Caroline as she got up and started pacing back and forth across the suddenly very small confines of the deck.
“Again, Mother!? Again!!?? How could you do this to Mom, AGAIN?!” wailed Cassidy.
“I can’t believe you sometimes. I can’t… I just…. I don’t even want to talk to you right now. Cass, let’s go!” and with that, Caroline stalked away from her mother and straight into the house with a furious expression marring her beautiful face. The look that Cassidy sent her was so much worse. Instead of anger, Cassidy just looked like so wounded and betrayed. She looked like a child who was just told that there was no Santa Clause, and Miranda had done that to her. It was so hard to meet that look in her child’s eyes, but she forced her eyes to remain locked onto her daughter’s as she tried to find the words to form an apology to her oldest child.
“Mother, please don’t even bother with it. I don’t want to hear your latest excuse or apology. And frankly, you don’t owe me either one of those things. Yeah, you really let me down today. But it’s not the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last. You’re ruining everything! And you can’t even see it. You have everything and you’re throwing it all away. God! What is wrong with you?!” And with those words hastily flung her way, Cassidy walked away from her and carefully shut the door behind her, righteous indignation trailing like a cloud in her wake.
Her children’s words just kept bouncing around in her head along with Andrea’s looks from earlier. And with growing dread, she realized that their upset was very much justified. She had planned to have a make-out session with her gorgeous partner, but now she realized that she had really messed up. And she really needed to make up for this, hopefully before Andrea realized her mistake. So, with a renewed sense of purpose, Miranda spent the next hour calling in favors from everyone she could reach on such short notice, and made detailed arrangements for her liaison with her partner with one hour to spare.
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Andrea checked her makeup one last time in the car’s rearview mirror before stepping out of its air-conditioned interior into the balmy midnight air of the Cape. She didn’t know what she was expecting tonight. Something told her that Miranda had completely forgotten that today was their Anniversary, but then again, Miranda had always been pretty adept at hiding her thoughts and plans from Andy.
Oh well. Telling herself, ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained,’ she looked over to their cove and saw some flickering lights. On unsteady legs, she slowly made her way over to the cove trying to calm down the flock of butterflies that suddenly decided to take up residence in her stomach. As she saw what awaited her, the sight stole what little breath she had just managed to recover.
The cove was a narrow inlet that had a brief shoreline, surrounded on both sides by arching groves of deciduous trees forming what felt like a very private cave with waterfront views. But Miranda had somehow transformed the area into a seaside escape. Immediately at the water’s edge, there was a small round bistro table, covered in a starched white linen tablecloth. Anchoring the linen cloth to the table, boldly perched atop was an ornate silver candelabrum with three flickering lit candles, and full dinner service in gleaming bone china on either side of it. Adjacent to the table, and tucked into the wet sand getting buffeted by the frigid waves lay an ice bucket with a bottle of Taittinger 2002, her absolute favorite vintage, chilling. A few steps away, tucked under the arch of one of the shorter trees, an impossibly rare enormous 16th century Vredeman de Vries four poster oak masterpiece complete with tester, headboard, and footboard sat regal and proud with its gossamer lily white curtains gently swaying in the breeze. Andy was so impressed with its ornate carvings of fauna and cherubs that she quite literally lost her breath and felt herself swaying before some innate impulse forced her to greedily suck air into her straining lungs. Scattered across the crispy white Egyptian cotton sheets were several artfully scattered red rose petals.
Before she even realized that she was moving, Andrea found herself picking up a few of the petals to caress their velvety softness against her cheeks and inhale their delicate fragrance. Inexplicably, tears welled beneath her closed eyelids, trailing down her cheeks unnoticed. The song that she had been humming earlier came back to mind, and she found herself singing the lyrics changing the masculine descriptives to feminine terms, in a clear, pure, and perfectly-pitched voice.
“Though folks with good intentions, Tell me to save my tears, Well I'm so mad about her, I can't live without her,
Never treats me sweet and gentle, The way she should, I've got it bad, And that ain't good,
And when the weekend's over, And Monday rolls around, I end up like I start out, Just crying my heart out
She don't love me like I love her, No, nobody could, I've got it bad, And that ain't good,
Lord above me, make her love me, The way she should, I’ve got it bad, And that ain't good”
As she sang the last bar of the song, she became aware of a warm presence behind her. Slowly, feeling very brittle and vulnerable, she turned around and found Miranda caressing her with her soft azure eyes. Miranda then lifted her right hand very slowly, as though she were afraid of Andy’s rejecting her, and carefully used her fingertips to wipe away tears that Andy hadn’t realized she’d been shedding.
“Andrea, my Love, I am so sorry for hurting you,” Miranda whispered. Her throat felt so tight and tense. When she had seen Andrea from a distance, she had felt such sweet relief until she heard the words of the song that she had been singing. And then cold dread and finally disgust with her own behavior consumed her. As she got closer and saw the young woman’s tears, she felt so impotent. Her chest hurt, her throat ached, and she didn’t know what to do. And Miranda was not accustomed to being helpless.
Andrea tentatively raised her hand and cupped it around the back of Miranda’s as she tilted her face into her open palm, slowly moving her cheek back and forth gleaning whatever comfort she could from the welcome and much needed caress.
“Mirandaaaa…….” She breathed out, tears of gratitude flowing unchecked down her cheeks.
And Miranda likewise found herself moved to tears. She was so damned lucky to have this beautiful woman. Miranda allowed her eyes to wander along Andrea’s curves appreciating this gorgeous loving woman once again. The Chanel gown clung to her generous curves in such a way that the dress looked custom-tailored to Andrea’s form. The filmy material flowed and swayed with the breeze, making Andrea appear to be some exotic ethereal creature, like a Goddess descended from the heavens.
“Happy Anniversary, Andrea. I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me tonight.” And with that said, Miranda leaned forward and softly brushed her lips across Andrea’s once, then again as she felt the young woman’s lips tremble open on a delicate sigh.
“I love you, too, Miranda. I love you so, so much.”
Andrea needing no further reassurance swept her hands up to slide into Miranda’s gorgeous coiffure of white hair that gleamed silver in the moonlight. She gently pulled Miranda’s head forward and tenderly kissed her mouth, trailing her lips to each cheek. Lovingly, she placed a kiss on her furrowed brow, then on the slight bump on the bridge of her nose. She then allowed her lips to once again meet Miranda’s in a kiss that went from soft and sweet, to deeply passionate and possessive in an instant.
Miranda carefully pulled away, panting. “Sweetheart, let’s… umm….. hmmm….. wait…. let’s slow down for a bit.. I want this night to be very special for you.”
Then Miranda reached over to her purse which she had set on the dinner table. She fumbled with it for a moment before apparently finding what she was looking for. Suddenly, Andy became aware of music drifting over from where they had parked their respective cars. She recognized the opening instrumental to “Somewhere Beyond The Sea” and immediately sent a bashful glance over to Miranda. She could already feel her cheeks burning, suddenly feeling shy and a bit unsure of herself.
“Andrea, could I have this dance?” Miranda crooned in her ear, and punctuated her question by seductively trailing her lips from Andrea’s earlobe, over her smooth rouged cheeks, to her plump moist lips. Feeling a delicate tremor pass through her body, Miranda wrapped her arms around the shaking young woman and held her close as their bodies swayed in time with the music. Andrea closed her eyes, allowing her head to rest on the slightly shorter woman’s shoulder, and she held onto Miranda for dear life whispering softly, “How do you always know when I need you the most?”
“I don’t know, Andrea. I wish to God that I could do so much more for you. But I am trying, my Love. I want to give you everything. I’m sorry that I-“
“Hush, Miranda,” Andrea quickly silenced the older woman with her lips, giving herself the pleasure of allowing them to whisper softly against Miranda’s as she spoke. “It’s enough for now. No more apologies, please. We have right now, and right now, we’re perfect, Love. And I love you as I have never loved another.”
As the music continued to play with standards from Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Bobby Caldwell and others, Miranda and Andy kept their movements slow and fluid in time with the music. They had been partners and lovers for so long that their movements were the most well-choreographed dance. Their movements were so fluid and natural that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. As they twirled, and swayed, and dipped, Andy could no longer contain her joy, and she leaned back in Miranda’s arms, arching her neck, craning her head back as far as it could go, she let loose a deep belly giggle that had Miranda delightedly echoing it, because of the sheer joy she witnessed on her true love’s visage.
Once she managed to contain her laughter, Miranda slowly and assuredly lifted her fingers to smooth away the lingering tears of laughter at the corners of Andy’s soft doe eyes. Andy felt a tender smile settling over her features as she savored these unguarded moments Miranda allowed her to be privy to. Eventually, while arm in arm, they drifted towards the dinner table where their food was already covered and waiting.
“I felt that given the time, and our earlier revelry, you would probably not be in the mood for anything heavy. So I ordered a Vichyssoise as our starter, followed by a light tomato and mozzarella salad. Our entrée will be a truly delectable dish of tiger shrimp with spiced artichoke and portabella mushrooms. I realize that this isn’t our standard fare, but I hope that you enjoy-“
“Miranda, thank you. I am sure that I will very much enjoy what you have lovingly planned for us tonight. I will enjoy everything.” As she spoke, Andrea stared deeply into Miranda’s eyes, grabbed hold of her hand slowly and deliberately separating her index finger from the rest, and then trailed it across her full lower lip. Then her tongue flickered out and seductively caressed the tip before encouraging Miranda’s finger to enter her mouth where she lovingly sucked on it, truly enjoying the act- pleased with the look of unbridled lust in Miranda’s gaze.
Miranda would’ve sworn that she felt something short-circuit in her brain with Andrea’s wanton display.
“Yes, well. Be that as it may…… hmmm… I… I have no idea what… what.. I was about to say.” Miranda stuttered in shock.
Andrea merely chortled in pleasure at being able to get Miranda to lose focus for even a moment, and walked over to stand by the bistro table. As she waited, she gathered a portion of her skirt in one hand, and lifted it as she prepared to sit down revealing her glistening bare toes and shapely legs.
“Andrea,” Miranda started in a choked voice, “you’re not wearing any shoes.”
With a mischievous smirk making its way up her right cheek, Andy responded, “No, I am not Miranda. Would you like to know what else I am not wearing?”
Before she could finish teasing Miranda, the older woman had already dropped down to her hands and knees and was reverently bending her head over Andrea’s foot, smoothing her lips up and down it’s softness with a tender caress.
Miranda could not explain her reaction to save her life. How was she to know that the sight of those sexy bronzed feet, with gorgeous Carnelian red toenails, would tear her control to shreds? And she didn’t even have a foot fetish! Miranda does not do fetishes! But Andrea’s feet were noteworthy. Her feet had the most feminine high arches and were baby soft, smooth, and dainty- as they should be since she religiously cared for them with weekly pedicures.
Not wanting to be left out of all of the fun, as her mouth was now busy with a delectable arch, Miranda’s hands found their way up Andy’s calves and thighs caressing and mapping its texture, gliding over hills and valleys with equal fascination and want. She found herself suddenly wanting to just devour Andrea, and take her deep inside her being. She could not get close enough and she groaned in frustration.
“God, I want you so much. I need you, Andrea… I need you, my heart…”
And suddenly, as though a dam had suddenly broken, Miranda surged up to her feet and sloppily kissed Andrea with everything she had in her. It was a rough and desperate kiss, as far away from the slow easy seduction that she had been trying to set the tone with all night. And neither of them could care less. Andrea felt completely consumed by the kiss, and used every last bit of energy just trying to keep up and not surrender to Miranda. Although, why she tried to fight it was beyond her.
As Andrea’s hands tried to keep up with her brain and her mouth, which worked feverishly to match Miranda’s, she absently noticed that her back was pressed against one of the bed posts, with Miranda’s body acting as a firm anchor keeping her pinned, but also grounded in sensation. She felt every swell and dip of Miranda’s tight little body, and the sensation of being breast to breast caused her to go breathless. For a moment, she was desperately worried that she would pass out from a sensory overload long before Miranda could even start getting down to business.
With her body in a full pout and demonstrating an amazing amount of willpower, she slowly but steadily clasped at Miranda’s shoulders and gently pushed her a few inches away as she tried to catch her breath.
“Woman, you absolutely drive me crazy.. Oh, the things you still do to me, even after all these years… Miranda?”
“Yes, Andrea?” Miranda panted, fighting to control herself.
Andrea paused and tilted her head to the side, coyly “I want you to take me, Miranda.. make me yours again. Show me what you feel….” And with an almost nervous look, added “Please?”
Miranda stopped breathing. She looked at the beautiful younger woman, and for the first time realized just how insecure Andrea must be feeling to make a request like that. And with those thoughts, she felt some of the intensity of her ardor ease away, allowing her to gain some more control and really pay attention to her wife.
“Love, you don’t have to ask. Don’t you understand how much I love you?” and with those words, she gently reached for Andy’s pixie-like chin, trying to tilt that gorgeous head upwards to meet her eyes. But Andy would not oblige her and kept her head down, tucking herself firmly into Miranda’s neck and breathing her unique scent in deeply.
‘Oh no,’ she thought, ‘this will not do at all.’
With the dexterity and suave ease borne of years of experience, Miranda expertly glided Andy over to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft cool sheets. She kissed and nibbled her lips to tease, and to give herself time to just savor and enjoy the gorgeous temptress spread out like an erotic buffet before her eyes. With a last quick kiss to Andy’s lips, Miranda eased away from Andrea reassuring her with her eyes.
“Just watch me,” was all she said as she deliberately and provocatively removed her custom-made Vera Wang black tiered taffeta evening gown and tossed it behind her, not caring where it landed. Her pale ivory-white flesh gleamed like porcelain in the moonlight, scantily clad in a La Perla demi-bra with matching teddy and garters, silk hose and 4 inch Jimmy Choos accentuating the sexual display.
Andy was grateful that she did not have to say anything for it was God’s truth that she couldn’t. The wonderful banquet of flesh exposed to her eyes only, left her both humbled and aroused. She wanted to leap up and pounce on the older woman, but restrained herself acknowledging Miranda’s gift for what it was: her making herself vulnerable to Andy and allowing her to be in control of how this night would go. With her body pleasantly humming, and her thighs wet and grinding together, she allowed everything that she was feeling to shine through her eyes for Miranda to revel in. And revel she did.
Hiding a smirk, Miranda turned her head, then slid her shoulder over in a sensuous roll allowing her body to curve in that motion, moving like a gyrating snake. As if it was only waiting for this cue, the music suddenly changed from classic ballads to trip-hop with a silky deep bass groove that seemed to pulse in sympathy with parts of Andy’s body that she was desperately trying to ignore.
In an uninhibited display, Miranda allowed her hands to trail up and down her body as she gyrated, playing with her nipples, then smoothing down past her throbbing heat to her quivering thighs. The barely contained lust in Andy’s eyes was causing her moist folds to swell and beg for her lover’s touch. Instead of giving in to what her lover so obviously wanted, she licked two fingers, and with a wicked grin, trailed her fingers down slowly to caress away the ache her wife was causing.
Andy suddenly reaching the end of her tether, after seeing that uninhibited display, leaped up off the bed. With a burst of speed that left Miranda completely disoriented, Andy with one hand reached down and cupped Miranda’s dripping folds, and with the other cupped the back of her neck. Then all in one motion, with an amazing display of strength and agility, she lifted Miranda up into the air, flipped her over her head, then carefully body slammed her onto the bed leaping right on top of her for an erotic body press. At this, Miranda could do no more than blink and gasp at the feeling of her wife taking control of her body. These were her favorite moments- when she pushed Andy so much that she completely lost control over herself. Miranda settled in to be thoroughly ravished.
Andy let loose a feral growl and roughly bit at Miranda’s neck and shoulder. Miranda screamed her pleasure as she came hard and Andy felt her own muscles spasm in sympathy. With a groan of impatience, Andy quickly pulled off her gown and threw it up onto one of the branches overhead. She had been wearing nothing beneath her gown, and Miranda immediately took advantage seizing and squeezing all of the flesh she could get her hands on.
Andy firmly, and in an aggressive mood that brooked no argument, grabbed both of Miranda’s wandering hands, shaking her head and said “No, Miranda. Your hands will stay above your head, and you will not move them until I am finished.”
Then Andy stood up on the bed, legs on either side of Miranda’s hips, and slowly moved to stand with her legs on either side of Andy’s head. Then with a practiced and familiar motion, she teasingly wound her hips around in circles, gradually lowering her dripping head onto Miranda’s mouth. Miranda’s head eagerly reared up, loving this game, and sucked the juices from Andy’s dripping core. Andy easily raised herself away from Miranda’s skilled mouth and tongue, then moved up to her forehead and nose, where she carefully lowered her hips to gently kiss Miranda with her wet heat dripping passion. She then proceeded to perform the most erotic act of full body tribadism that Miranda had ever experienced in her life. By the time, Andy had reached her toes, every single part of Miranda’s body had been erotically kissed and was shaking and desperate from over-stimulation. She was so in lust that she could no longer think straight and found herself an eager slave to Andy’s skill and sensuality.
Showing mercy, Andy immediately got up on her hands and knees and sensually crawled back up Miranda’s body her nipples trailing along Miranda’s flesh sending up goose bumps and tremors in their wake.
“Oh my, God, don’t stop, Andrea… oh my… oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” was all Miranda could utter before her capacity for speech completely fled her when Andrea’s teeth greedily chewed on her already over-stimulated nipple. Then Andrea moved to Miranda’s head, turned around and rested there, leaning over her body and nuzzling the soft white curls at the juncture of Miranda’s legs.
Miranda, finally able to lift her arms, reached up and pressed down on Andrea’s backside, bringing her dripping heat closer to her nimble tongue, forming a tight 69. She then rolled them onto their sides where she decided to pay Andrea back in kind. Meanwhile, Andrea savored the clean musky scent of her wife and reverently lapped up her sweet and spicy nectar like a kitten with cream.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned onto sensitive flesh, “you taste so good.” As Andrea continued to moan and lap away at her heat, Miranda felt the tension that had been building since the start of Andrea’s elaborate tease steadily increase to the point where she idly wondered if she could die from this kind of pleasure. Wanting her wife to crest along with her, she set out to break her control by licking and sucking and chewing until Andrea started to rock her hips and babble incoherently. Then feeling her wife’s breathing change and her muscles tense, she shoved her tongue as deeply into Andrea’s center as she could go and felt those muscles clamp down on her. At the same time, Andrea swiftly shoved three fingers into Miranda’s dripping heat and felt her wife erupt all around her.
They both screamed out their pleasure, and as Andrea’s fingers spasmed and Miranda’s tongue reflexively jerked, they brought each other to another devastating orgasm that seemed to go on for ages. Finally, after an indeterminable amount of time, they just lay there drifting along the waves of post-coital bliss, neither of them making any attempt to move.
As the evening breeze began to chill Andy’s fevered flesh, she tried to work up enough spit to open her mouth and say something. As her eyes creeped open, she realized that she could not see a thing, and in completely shock said, “Holy shit, Miranda! You fucked me blind again.”
“Wha.. wha.. what? Huh?”
“Miranda, I said you fucked me blind again… and thank God for it..”
“What did you say? Andrea, did you say something?” Miranda yelled without opening her eyes.
Chuckling to herself, Andrea slowly and painfully lifted herself up onto all fours, then poked at Miranda’s ribs, prompting the older woman to giggle like a school girl and roll away from Andy’s questing fingers.
Now that she had her attention, Andy repeated her earlier statement.
Miranda then let loose a giddy peal of laughter and replied, “Oh crapadiddlydoo, I think I’ve temporarily lost my hearing again. What a wonderful anniversary, my Love.. I-“
“Crapadid… actually, I don’t even want to know where you picked that one up from. Miranda, sweetheart, you’re yelling.. shhhhh” Andrea motioned to the older woman with her lips pursed and two fingers in front of those tantalizing lips telling the woman to lower her voice.
“Sorry, Love,” Miranda said at a more normal decibel, “Anyhow, thank God that our anniversary only happens once a year. I don’t think that I could survive this every day. It required all of my energy just to keep up with you tonight.”
“Keep up with me?! I was the one who was clinging to you for dear life, especially for that last bit. God woman, the things you do to me. You play me just like that cello that you’re so fond of.”
Miranda instantly blushed and pulled her wife in for a hug and a tender kiss.
“Well, if we’re both feeling energy deficient, I suggest that we rest for a bit.”
“Yes, Miranda,” her wife whispered as she yawned with this adorable squeak that made Miranda want to squeeze and hug her and never let her go. Eventually, Miranda shook her head to rid herself of such sentimentally saccharine thoughts. Then she reached over her wife to grab a soft sheet, pulling it over their bodies as she snuggled in to rest for the night.
“Thank you,” she gratefully sent out to whichever deity had blessed her with the amazing woman snuggled up in front of her, and prepared to sleep.
Just as she was about to fall into Morpheus’ arms, Andrea squirmed and wiggled, and her smooth firm ass cheeks pressed and ground into Miranda’s sensitive folds. The surge of sensation proved too much temptation to ignore, and Miranda immediately turned her wife over and ravished her bringing her to another glorious orgasm before she could even open her eyes. Giving her wife time to recover, Miranda nuzzled the back of her wife’s graceful neck whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Once her breathing began to approach normal, Andy rolled over to face her wife and said “Really, Miranda. Round two already?”
“Only if you can handle it, Love. I do remember you mentioning that your stamina isn’t what it used to be, but…”
“Oh, a challenge, huh? I’ll show you stamina…” and Andrea spent the remainder of their night doing just that.