DWP Secret Santa Fic Part 2
Secret Santa Fic for pure_ecstasy6
Indefinitely Yours...
by Elizabeth
Rated MA/NC 17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy. All else herein is complete fiction. Some of the end dialogue is inspired/yanked from the movie Notting Hill, I’ll freely admit that I don’t own that either.
A/N This is Part 2, the smutty part, and I mean really smutty even though it’s a “Christmas story.” I’m not sure how that happened, but it did. Part 3, is not very smutty, but it’s the conclusion, and should be ready later this week.
Part 1 can be found here: blue-eyed-devil.livejournal.com/26925.html#cutid1
Andy felt light headed from Miranda’s kisses. It came as no surprise to her that Miranda could also leave her speechless from her kisses. “Okay,” Andy croaked in response to Miranda’s invitation to her bedroom.
Miranda smirked and started up the stairs, Andy trailing behind admiring the view. At the top of the stairs Miranda turned and caught Andy admiring her derriere. In Andy’s defense, Miranda was wearing a slinky black James Holt original and it certainly flattered her ass. Andy didn’t even try to hide that she was staring at her ass and it sparked Miranda’s libido. She pulled Andy into another fiery kiss. The editor felt almost frantic in her need to get her hands on Andy. There was some fear in the back of Miranda’s mind that even though Andy was here willingly, and they were going to sleep with each other, it might be the only time.
Surprising the brunette, Miranda pushed her up against the wall. What was even more shocking was when Miranda ripped open her silk button-up shirt. Before crushing their lips together Miranda panted, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
Being kissed into a stupor, Andy’s voice had grown husky. “I thought we were going to your room?”
Still trading deep kisses, both women began to walk down the hallway, with Andy being pushed in the direction Miranda was pushing her in. Only the sound of lips meeting, and an occasional moan or sigh could be heard until Andy tripped over one of Patricia’s squeaky toys. Falling backwards on the floor with Miranda landing on top of her, Andy’s hands had been wandering over the editor’s body and she ended up cupping the ass that held her in its thrall earlier. Miranda was cupping the soft breasts that she had discretely admired earlier, easy to do since she had opened Andy’s shirt up earlier.
“Are you injured?”
“Are you okay?”
They asked at the same time. Answering smiles broke out on their faces and since they weren’t hurt and Miranda was relieved that the twins had taken the large dog with them, just left one of her toys out. Patricia would have come to investigate who was playing with her toy.
Andy, deliriously happy, began to laugh. Seeing Miranda beginning to frown, she squeezed her ass and made the older woman collapse, right where Andy wanted her. They began to kiss again. Things had been moving really fast and Andy wanted to slow down and enjoy this night with Miranda. She had a feeling that Miranda wanted that too, initially. Happy the pace had slowed, Andy pulled away, planting soft kisses on Miranda’s lips. “Show me your room,” she whispered.
Miranda turned on the lamp beside the four poster bed. The air was still filled with anticipation, but as they slowly kicked off their shoes and pulled Andy’s torn shirt and jacket off, the urgency slowed to a sensual pace. Gazing into Miranda’s eyes as she pulled the zipper on her dress down, Andy didn’t know if she could survive being any more turned on. For her part Miranda was equally affected when she reached around and undid Andy’s bra.
Miranda’s dress was strapless, so her bra was also, the cups offering her breasts up like a gift. Pulling the dress down, Andy was blown away once again to discover that Miranda wasn’t wearing panties, just garters and thigh high stockings. “God, you are so beautiful. I know you probably hear that a lot, but it’s true.”
Miranda tilted Andy’s head back up to meet her warm eyes. “Thank you. I think you are beautiful too.”
Miranda shivered when Andy had reached down to rub gently between her legs. “I don’t like panty lines, and I don’t enjoy wearing thongs.” Still stunned at the fact that Miranda went commando, Andy didn’t even notice she had reached down and unzipped her pants and pushed them down. “Just because I don’t wish to wear them, doesn’t mean I don’t want you to.” Miranda gave her a saucy grin as she reached around and caressed the skin revealed by Andy’s navy blue thong. Andy was mesmerized, and didn’t offer any resistance when Miranda pushed her shoulders so she’d get down on her knees and pull off the older woman’s stockings.
Andy leaned forward since she was in the perfect position, and planted a wet kiss in the middle of the smooth vee between Miranda’s legs. Andy was thrilled that she could see and smell her arousal. She rubbed her cheek against Miranda’s silky mons as she rolled down the stockings. Miranda felt her sex clench at the kiss and the feeling of Andy’s face. She pulled the brunette up before she climaxed from the gentle rubbing alone. They discarded Andy’s thong, and after pulling down the bedding, laid down on the bed.
Lips meeting again, arms wrapped around each other, they rolled around a bit before Andy was on top. They spent a long amount of time kissing and enjoyed the closeness of their naked bodies pressed against each other. Miranda almost felt overwhelmed at the feeling of Andy in her arms, her arousal painting her leg. She gasped when Andy leaned down and took her hard nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Andy’s hands were also busy like her mouth, rubbing Miranda’s thighs and belly. “Oh, Andrea, that feels good,” Miranda panted when Andy switched to her other nipple. She ran her fingers through the brunette’s hair as she continued to suck and lightly bite.
Andy was amazed how awesome it felt to have Miranda writhing beneath her. Planting open mouth kisses down to Miranda’s belly, Andy enjoyed the squeal when she dipped her tongue into her navel.
Miranda spread her legs wider. “Andrea, I need you to touch me,” she gasped. She was trembling from her arousal. Miranda’s breasts and neck were covered in a lovely blush.
Andy still kissing her stomach, and was squeezing her nipples with her fingers. “You didn’t say please!” Andy enjoyed this little power play immensely and wondered if Miranda might let her tie her up. She pushed her tongue inside Miranda’s belly button again and chuckled when Miranda pulled her hair.
Andy moved further down the bed and took one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple against Miranda’s swollen sex. It was immediately drenched. Miranda groaned and reached for the bed sheets. “How do you want me to touch you?” Andy asked impishly.
“Andrea, please use your fingers to touch me!” Miranda’s voice had remained soft up til now, and it still was a loud whisper, but for her that was like shouting.
Andy’s mouth was already watering from the sweet smell and the feeling of Miranda’s wetness on her nipple. She bent down and covered Miranda’s open sex with her mouth and slid two fingers inside.
Miranda’s eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled as she had an orgasm from the pleasurable mutual stimulation. Her hips bucked as she cried out softly. Her smile blissful as she came down and felt Andy gently kissing between her legs and gently sliding her fingers in and out.
“Is that better?”
Her eyes still slits, Miranda looked down at that gorgeous mouth still peppering kisses on her skin. She could still feel herself clenching around Andy’s fingers. “Much.” Her breathing became more even.
Andy loved that Miranda became monosyllabic after she came. Miranda’s had closed her eyes again and more wetness was starting to surge between her fingers. Andy leaned down and sucked her clitoris and rubbed deep inside Miranda. For her second orgasm of the night Miranda did something she rarely did: scream.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She kept repeating. Her body was limp this time. Andy moved up the bed to take her into her arms. Then she rubbed Miranda’s stomach gently. “I take it this wasn’t your first time with a woman?” Miranda’s voice was hoarse as she asked a blunt question. Two mind-blowing orgasms made her speak before she thought.
Andy didn’t mind the question and was curious herself. “I dated a woman in college. Is this your first time with a woman?”
“I’ve been with a woman before as well.” Miranda opened her eyes to look at the exquisite woman, face covered with her arousal. Andy’s lips were bruised from their kisses. “As soon as I can feel my body, I’ll show you.”
Andy smiled as Miranda skillfully ran her hands over her body. She moaned as she was pulled into another kiss. Miranda easily rolled her onto her back. The editor enjoyed sucking and kissing over Andy’s neck and collarbone. “Oh Miranda!” Miranda was thankful again that her girls weren’t home, because surely they would have heard Andy’s shouts.
Miranda readily enjoyed caressing the generous curves beneath her. She felt another surge of arousal when she sucked Andy’s nipple and tasted herself.
Miranda wanted to torture Andy as much as the younger woman had tortured her, but she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers between her legs. A copious amount of moisture had formed and her hand was covered in it. Miranda continued to suck on Andy’s nipple in time with the push and pull of her fingers between her legs. Andy spread her legs wider and chanted her name. With a wet thumb, Miranda gently rubbed a circle over Andy’s erect clit. Andy’s hips bucked up off the bed almost enough to push her off, but Miranda held on and pressed down with her thumb and pushed three fingers inside. Andy howled her climax.
“That was awesome!”
“Indeed it was.”
Some time later they were relaxing in Miranda’s hot tub in her humongous bathroom, drinking the promised champagne. Andy sat, her back against the side of the tub, Miranda sat straddling Andy’s legs being fed strawberries and kisses. A very unusual emotion for her, Miranda thought she felt giddy. She also felt sated, also unusual. Andy knew she felt giddy and she also felt blessed that she was the one in the tub with Miranda.
Even with the pleasurable bath they were taking, both women were wondering about where things were going, did they need to talk about them, and even if they should. Andy decided to not think about those things as it had been so long since she had sex. Miranda decided to not think about those issues when Andy started kissing her neck and rubbing her between her legs.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
“I noticed,” a contented Miranda said.
“It is so fucking hot that you shave down there.”
Miranda’s eyebrow rose at the brunette’s language, which she found sexy. The editor, ever a stickler for details noticed that Andy kept herself well groomed. Her reasoning behind her pubic grooming habits was actually due to vanity. It lay in the fact that her white head of hair was distinguishing, but becoming gray down below was a sign of aging that was intolerable.
“Would you like it better if I was bare?” Andy asked, breaking Miranda out of her thoughts.
Well, Miranda had thought they’d talk about future issues at some point, although she hadn’t pictured it quite like this. She shuddered as Andy continued her gentle stroking. Miranda was about to say something, when Andy pulled her hand away and got out of the tub.
“Where are you going, Andrea?” She asked as she watched Andy walk over to her toiletries set neatly on the bathroom counter. Miranda was a little afraid she had offended Andy, and about to apologize when Andy picked up her razor and shaving cream.
“I want you to shave me.”
Miranda’s jaw dropped. Andy must have had too much to drink earlier at the party, in fact maybe they both were drunk. She turned off the controls to the hot tub. Miranda picked up one of the large towels they had laid near by, hoping when she looked up, Andy would be drying off as well. The brunette’s expression was resolute.
Miranda tried to look annoyed, but honestly she was intrigued. Even though she had a female lover in the past, this had not been an aspect of that relationship or any other for that matter. That niggling fear that this was just for one night was also present. “Alright, but we won’t use shaving cream. We need to use soap so there isn’t any irritation.”
It only took a few moments for Miranda to have Andy sitting on the edge of the hot tub, her legs spread. Sitting on her settee bench, he took her time rubbing the soap between Andy’s legs enjoy the rise and fall of the aroused brunette’s legs, also maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Miranda took a deep breath, and picked up the razor. She slowly began to shave. Methodically she moved the razor up in small strips, stopping to rinse in the bowl she had set up beside her feet. She glanced briefly at Andy seeing her bite her lip, and nod her head for her to continue. For Andy, it was the most erotic moment of her life having Miranda shave her.
Miranda, more experienced it would have made her top five erotic moments. The amount of wetness between the editor’s legs was proof that she was turned on shaving her new lover. She continued, focused in this unexpected and very intimate act. Spreading Andy’s lips open, to get a close shave, Miranda could feel how much she was enjoying it too.
Leaving only a thin strip of hair, a landing strip, Miranda had heard it called, she put down the razor. She felt almost a primal urge looking at Andy so exposed. She patted Andy dry in a very possessive manner, dropping the towel and cupping the smooth skin. Mine. Her eyes flashed and Andy moaned, reaching for Miranda, her hands were pushed away.
Miranda dropped to her knees, holding Andy’s legs open, and leaned down to taste her. It didn’t take long, she licked and sucked, while Andy panted and moaned. When Andy came this time, Miranda did as well.
Together they made it to Miranda’s bed and collapsed, exhausted.
Late morning Miranda woke up very cold. The sun was shining, but it was still cold. She went to bed naked, so that wasn’t a surprise, but all the sheets, blankets, and pillows were stolen from her side of the bed. She looked to the right and realized that Andy had everything in sort of a weird cocoon of sleep. Miranda, still sleepy and cold, tried to get some of the blankets away from Andy. With a surprised grunt she was pulled into the pile next to a naked Andy. She was wrapped up in Andy’s arms, finding her body was warm and so soft. Before Miranda fell asleep, she realized that even though Andy was a blanket/pillow thief, she was in love with her.
When they woke up it was afternoon. Still entwined under the blankets, they smiled at each other and kiss softly. Miranda pulled away. “The girls are coming back tonight.”
“Okay.” Andy noded her head like she understands. They got up and dressed. Miranda loaned Andy a blouse to wear home.
Andy wondered if their night together was to be the only one. She wondered if Miranda knows that she is in love with her, and probably was when she left her in Paris. She wondered if Miranda thought they had moved too fast, and that maybe there wasn’t a future for them.
The air was sad as they sat quietly in Miranda’s study waiting for Andy’s cab. Neither of them speaks, but they enjoy just being together quietly.
Andy can’t take it anymore. “Where’s your phone?”
“What?” A puzzled Miranda looks at her.
They heard a cab horn.
Andy walked over to Miranda’s desk. She took Miranda’s phone and programed her number. “Here,” she said. “It’s up to you, Miranda. You can call me if you want to.”
Miranda is very confused as she is pulled into the sweetest kiss they have shared yet.
Andy pulled away, still stood close to her said, “I want to thank you for the most sexy, amazing, intense, awesome night of my life.” Andy walked out the door, not saying goodbye.
The cab ride home felt excruciating. Andy felt like she had a whole inside of her chest. She had felt that way when she left Miranda in Paris, but she knew then that it was the right decision.
As soon as Andy entered her apartment, her cell phone started ringing. She had promised her editor that she would have the party story to him by noon, so she figured he was calling.
Resigned to being chewed out, she sat down on her couch and then answered her phone. “Hey.”
“Andrea, the way you left was unacceptable.”
Andy jumped to her feet. “Miranda?”
“You’re not going to apologize?” Miranda sniffed.
“Um, I’m sorry. How should I have left?”
“You shouldn’t have left at all. I didn’t say you had to leave.” Miranda sounded upset.
“You said the girls were coming home,” Andy explained. “You also didn’t ask me to stay.”
“Well,” Miranda paused and took a breath. “I know this is crazy, but it just feels.... it just feels...”
“Like it was meant to be?” Andy’s smile covered her face.
“I know it’s insane, but it’s also true, so I’m asking you to come back and stay.” Miranda talked fast as if afraid of rejection.
“For how long do you want me to stay?”
“Indefinitely.”
And she did.
TBC in Part 3 Christmas Later (2012) Miranda is excited about Christmas with Andy and the girls. But things don't go as planned when the twins bring home their significant others.
Indefinitely Yours...
by Elizabeth
Rated MA/NC 17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy. All else herein is complete fiction. Some of the end dialogue is inspired/yanked from the movie Notting Hill, I’ll freely admit that I don’t own that either.
A/N This is Part 2, the smutty part, and I mean really smutty even though it’s a “Christmas story.” I’m not sure how that happened, but it did. Part 3, is not very smutty, but it’s the conclusion, and should be ready later this week.
Part 1 can be found here: blue-eyed-devil.livejournal.com/26925.html#cutid1
Andy felt light headed from Miranda’s kisses. It came as no surprise to her that Miranda could also leave her speechless from her kisses. “Okay,” Andy croaked in response to Miranda’s invitation to her bedroom.
Miranda smirked and started up the stairs, Andy trailing behind admiring the view. At the top of the stairs Miranda turned and caught Andy admiring her derriere. In Andy’s defense, Miranda was wearing a slinky black James Holt original and it certainly flattered her ass. Andy didn’t even try to hide that she was staring at her ass and it sparked Miranda’s libido. She pulled Andy into another fiery kiss. The editor felt almost frantic in her need to get her hands on Andy. There was some fear in the back of Miranda’s mind that even though Andy was here willingly, and they were going to sleep with each other, it might be the only time.
Surprising the brunette, Miranda pushed her up against the wall. What was even more shocking was when Miranda ripped open her silk button-up shirt. Before crushing their lips together Miranda panted, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
Being kissed into a stupor, Andy’s voice had grown husky. “I thought we were going to your room?”
Still trading deep kisses, both women began to walk down the hallway, with Andy being pushed in the direction Miranda was pushing her in. Only the sound of lips meeting, and an occasional moan or sigh could be heard until Andy tripped over one of Patricia’s squeaky toys. Falling backwards on the floor with Miranda landing on top of her, Andy’s hands had been wandering over the editor’s body and she ended up cupping the ass that held her in its thrall earlier. Miranda was cupping the soft breasts that she had discretely admired earlier, easy to do since she had opened Andy’s shirt up earlier.
“Are you injured?”
“Are you okay?”
They asked at the same time. Answering smiles broke out on their faces and since they weren’t hurt and Miranda was relieved that the twins had taken the large dog with them, just left one of her toys out. Patricia would have come to investigate who was playing with her toy.
Andy, deliriously happy, began to laugh. Seeing Miranda beginning to frown, she squeezed her ass and made the older woman collapse, right where Andy wanted her. They began to kiss again. Things had been moving really fast and Andy wanted to slow down and enjoy this night with Miranda. She had a feeling that Miranda wanted that too, initially. Happy the pace had slowed, Andy pulled away, planting soft kisses on Miranda’s lips. “Show me your room,” she whispered.
Miranda turned on the lamp beside the four poster bed. The air was still filled with anticipation, but as they slowly kicked off their shoes and pulled Andy’s torn shirt and jacket off, the urgency slowed to a sensual pace. Gazing into Miranda’s eyes as she pulled the zipper on her dress down, Andy didn’t know if she could survive being any more turned on. For her part Miranda was equally affected when she reached around and undid Andy’s bra.
Miranda’s dress was strapless, so her bra was also, the cups offering her breasts up like a gift. Pulling the dress down, Andy was blown away once again to discover that Miranda wasn’t wearing panties, just garters and thigh high stockings. “God, you are so beautiful. I know you probably hear that a lot, but it’s true.”
Miranda tilted Andy’s head back up to meet her warm eyes. “Thank you. I think you are beautiful too.”
Miranda shivered when Andy had reached down to rub gently between her legs. “I don’t like panty lines, and I don’t enjoy wearing thongs.” Still stunned at the fact that Miranda went commando, Andy didn’t even notice she had reached down and unzipped her pants and pushed them down. “Just because I don’t wish to wear them, doesn’t mean I don’t want you to.” Miranda gave her a saucy grin as she reached around and caressed the skin revealed by Andy’s navy blue thong. Andy was mesmerized, and didn’t offer any resistance when Miranda pushed her shoulders so she’d get down on her knees and pull off the older woman’s stockings.
Andy leaned forward since she was in the perfect position, and planted a wet kiss in the middle of the smooth vee between Miranda’s legs. Andy was thrilled that she could see and smell her arousal. She rubbed her cheek against Miranda’s silky mons as she rolled down the stockings. Miranda felt her sex clench at the kiss and the feeling of Andy’s face. She pulled the brunette up before she climaxed from the gentle rubbing alone. They discarded Andy’s thong, and after pulling down the bedding, laid down on the bed.
Lips meeting again, arms wrapped around each other, they rolled around a bit before Andy was on top. They spent a long amount of time kissing and enjoyed the closeness of their naked bodies pressed against each other. Miranda almost felt overwhelmed at the feeling of Andy in her arms, her arousal painting her leg. She gasped when Andy leaned down and took her hard nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Andy’s hands were also busy like her mouth, rubbing Miranda’s thighs and belly. “Oh, Andrea, that feels good,” Miranda panted when Andy switched to her other nipple. She ran her fingers through the brunette’s hair as she continued to suck and lightly bite.
Andy was amazed how awesome it felt to have Miranda writhing beneath her. Planting open mouth kisses down to Miranda’s belly, Andy enjoyed the squeal when she dipped her tongue into her navel.
Miranda spread her legs wider. “Andrea, I need you to touch me,” she gasped. She was trembling from her arousal. Miranda’s breasts and neck were covered in a lovely blush.
Andy still kissing her stomach, and was squeezing her nipples with her fingers. “You didn’t say please!” Andy enjoyed this little power play immensely and wondered if Miranda might let her tie her up. She pushed her tongue inside Miranda’s belly button again and chuckled when Miranda pulled her hair.
Andy moved further down the bed and took one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple against Miranda’s swollen sex. It was immediately drenched. Miranda groaned and reached for the bed sheets. “How do you want me to touch you?” Andy asked impishly.
“Andrea, please use your fingers to touch me!” Miranda’s voice had remained soft up til now, and it still was a loud whisper, but for her that was like shouting.
Andy’s mouth was already watering from the sweet smell and the feeling of Miranda’s wetness on her nipple. She bent down and covered Miranda’s open sex with her mouth and slid two fingers inside.
Miranda’s eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled as she had an orgasm from the pleasurable mutual stimulation. Her hips bucked as she cried out softly. Her smile blissful as she came down and felt Andy gently kissing between her legs and gently sliding her fingers in and out.
“Is that better?”
Her eyes still slits, Miranda looked down at that gorgeous mouth still peppering kisses on her skin. She could still feel herself clenching around Andy’s fingers. “Much.” Her breathing became more even.
Andy loved that Miranda became monosyllabic after she came. Miranda’s had closed her eyes again and more wetness was starting to surge between her fingers. Andy leaned down and sucked her clitoris and rubbed deep inside Miranda. For her second orgasm of the night Miranda did something she rarely did: scream.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She kept repeating. Her body was limp this time. Andy moved up the bed to take her into her arms. Then she rubbed Miranda’s stomach gently. “I take it this wasn’t your first time with a woman?” Miranda’s voice was hoarse as she asked a blunt question. Two mind-blowing orgasms made her speak before she thought.
Andy didn’t mind the question and was curious herself. “I dated a woman in college. Is this your first time with a woman?”
“I’ve been with a woman before as well.” Miranda opened her eyes to look at the exquisite woman, face covered with her arousal. Andy’s lips were bruised from their kisses. “As soon as I can feel my body, I’ll show you.”
Andy smiled as Miranda skillfully ran her hands over her body. She moaned as she was pulled into another kiss. Miranda easily rolled her onto her back. The editor enjoyed sucking and kissing over Andy’s neck and collarbone. “Oh Miranda!” Miranda was thankful again that her girls weren’t home, because surely they would have heard Andy’s shouts.
Miranda readily enjoyed caressing the generous curves beneath her. She felt another surge of arousal when she sucked Andy’s nipple and tasted herself.
Miranda wanted to torture Andy as much as the younger woman had tortured her, but she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers between her legs. A copious amount of moisture had formed and her hand was covered in it. Miranda continued to suck on Andy’s nipple in time with the push and pull of her fingers between her legs. Andy spread her legs wider and chanted her name. With a wet thumb, Miranda gently rubbed a circle over Andy’s erect clit. Andy’s hips bucked up off the bed almost enough to push her off, but Miranda held on and pressed down with her thumb and pushed three fingers inside. Andy howled her climax.
“That was awesome!”
“Indeed it was.”
Some time later they were relaxing in Miranda’s hot tub in her humongous bathroom, drinking the promised champagne. Andy sat, her back against the side of the tub, Miranda sat straddling Andy’s legs being fed strawberries and kisses. A very unusual emotion for her, Miranda thought she felt giddy. She also felt sated, also unusual. Andy knew she felt giddy and she also felt blessed that she was the one in the tub with Miranda.
Even with the pleasurable bath they were taking, both women were wondering about where things were going, did they need to talk about them, and even if they should. Andy decided to not think about those things as it had been so long since she had sex. Miranda decided to not think about those issues when Andy started kissing her neck and rubbing her between her legs.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
“I noticed,” a contented Miranda said.
“It is so fucking hot that you shave down there.”
Miranda’s eyebrow rose at the brunette’s language, which she found sexy. The editor, ever a stickler for details noticed that Andy kept herself well groomed. Her reasoning behind her pubic grooming habits was actually due to vanity. It lay in the fact that her white head of hair was distinguishing, but becoming gray down below was a sign of aging that was intolerable.
“Would you like it better if I was bare?” Andy asked, breaking Miranda out of her thoughts.
Well, Miranda had thought they’d talk about future issues at some point, although she hadn’t pictured it quite like this. She shuddered as Andy continued her gentle stroking. Miranda was about to say something, when Andy pulled her hand away and got out of the tub.
“Where are you going, Andrea?” She asked as she watched Andy walk over to her toiletries set neatly on the bathroom counter. Miranda was a little afraid she had offended Andy, and about to apologize when Andy picked up her razor and shaving cream.
“I want you to shave me.”
Miranda’s jaw dropped. Andy must have had too much to drink earlier at the party, in fact maybe they both were drunk. She turned off the controls to the hot tub. Miranda picked up one of the large towels they had laid near by, hoping when she looked up, Andy would be drying off as well. The brunette’s expression was resolute.
Miranda tried to look annoyed, but honestly she was intrigued. Even though she had a female lover in the past, this had not been an aspect of that relationship or any other for that matter. That niggling fear that this was just for one night was also present. “Alright, but we won’t use shaving cream. We need to use soap so there isn’t any irritation.”
It only took a few moments for Miranda to have Andy sitting on the edge of the hot tub, her legs spread. Sitting on her settee bench, he took her time rubbing the soap between Andy’s legs enjoy the rise and fall of the aroused brunette’s legs, also maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Miranda took a deep breath, and picked up the razor. She slowly began to shave. Methodically she moved the razor up in small strips, stopping to rinse in the bowl she had set up beside her feet. She glanced briefly at Andy seeing her bite her lip, and nod her head for her to continue. For Andy, it was the most erotic moment of her life having Miranda shave her.
Miranda, more experienced it would have made her top five erotic moments. The amount of wetness between the editor’s legs was proof that she was turned on shaving her new lover. She continued, focused in this unexpected and very intimate act. Spreading Andy’s lips open, to get a close shave, Miranda could feel how much she was enjoying it too.
Leaving only a thin strip of hair, a landing strip, Miranda had heard it called, she put down the razor. She felt almost a primal urge looking at Andy so exposed. She patted Andy dry in a very possessive manner, dropping the towel and cupping the smooth skin. Mine. Her eyes flashed and Andy moaned, reaching for Miranda, her hands were pushed away.
Miranda dropped to her knees, holding Andy’s legs open, and leaned down to taste her. It didn’t take long, she licked and sucked, while Andy panted and moaned. When Andy came this time, Miranda did as well.
Together they made it to Miranda’s bed and collapsed, exhausted.
Late morning Miranda woke up very cold. The sun was shining, but it was still cold. She went to bed naked, so that wasn’t a surprise, but all the sheets, blankets, and pillows were stolen from her side of the bed. She looked to the right and realized that Andy had everything in sort of a weird cocoon of sleep. Miranda, still sleepy and cold, tried to get some of the blankets away from Andy. With a surprised grunt she was pulled into the pile next to a naked Andy. She was wrapped up in Andy’s arms, finding her body was warm and so soft. Before Miranda fell asleep, she realized that even though Andy was a blanket/pillow thief, she was in love with her.
When they woke up it was afternoon. Still entwined under the blankets, they smiled at each other and kiss softly. Miranda pulled away. “The girls are coming back tonight.”
“Okay.” Andy noded her head like she understands. They got up and dressed. Miranda loaned Andy a blouse to wear home.
Andy wondered if their night together was to be the only one. She wondered if Miranda knows that she is in love with her, and probably was when she left her in Paris. She wondered if Miranda thought they had moved too fast, and that maybe there wasn’t a future for them.
The air was sad as they sat quietly in Miranda’s study waiting for Andy’s cab. Neither of them speaks, but they enjoy just being together quietly.
Andy can’t take it anymore. “Where’s your phone?”
“What?” A puzzled Miranda looks at her.
They heard a cab horn.
Andy walked over to Miranda’s desk. She took Miranda’s phone and programed her number. “Here,” she said. “It’s up to you, Miranda. You can call me if you want to.”
Miranda is very confused as she is pulled into the sweetest kiss they have shared yet.
Andy pulled away, still stood close to her said, “I want to thank you for the most sexy, amazing, intense, awesome night of my life.” Andy walked out the door, not saying goodbye.
The cab ride home felt excruciating. Andy felt like she had a whole inside of her chest. She had felt that way when she left Miranda in Paris, but she knew then that it was the right decision.
As soon as Andy entered her apartment, her cell phone started ringing. She had promised her editor that she would have the party story to him by noon, so she figured he was calling.
Resigned to being chewed out, she sat down on her couch and then answered her phone. “Hey.”
“Andrea, the way you left was unacceptable.”
Andy jumped to her feet. “Miranda?”
“You’re not going to apologize?” Miranda sniffed.
“Um, I’m sorry. How should I have left?”
“You shouldn’t have left at all. I didn’t say you had to leave.” Miranda sounded upset.
“You said the girls were coming home,” Andy explained. “You also didn’t ask me to stay.”
“Well,” Miranda paused and took a breath. “I know this is crazy, but it just feels.... it just feels...”
“Like it was meant to be?” Andy’s smile covered her face.
“I know it’s insane, but it’s also true, so I’m asking you to come back and stay.” Miranda talked fast as if afraid of rejection.
“For how long do you want me to stay?”
“Indefinitely.”
And she did.
TBC in Part 3 Christmas Later (2012) Miranda is excited about Christmas with Andy and the girls. But things don't go as planned when the twins bring home their significant others.