Short Fic: It's not all about....
She couldn’t say it. Not to her. When Miranda collapsed to the side, she just hoped it was over. She was actually sweating and panting heavily, but…
The weight on the other side of the bed suddenly shifted. Miranda didn’t turn around at first, nor did she raise her head.
Maybe her lover just needed to go to the bathroom. But when the editor heard the bedroom door slam shut, she slowly turned around and found a pillow missing from her bed.
Miranda looked puzzled for a while. She rose from the bed and put on a slight robe to cover her nude body, even though nobody else was in the house than she and her young love.
Miranda opened the door and looked around. When she heard noises in the living room she went upstairs and found her lover on the couch, just having turned on the TV.
“Would you please tell me, what this means, Andrea?” the white haired woman asked confused, standing behind the couch.
The young brunette didn’t look up. “It’s nothing.”
“Andrea, you know how much I love to repeat myself, so….”
“I said, it’s nothing.” Andy replied, a slight sound of anger in her voice.
Miranda was shocked. The girl dared to interrupt her!
“Why did you go away?” Miranda tried to ask again, trough gritted teeth.
Andy turned around, looking the older woman sharp in the eyes. “You really want to know? Okay, I just can’t believe you did it!” she hissed.
“What did I do? Stop acting like a child and come back to bed. Now.” Miranda said in her dangerous low tone that didn’t allow any protest.
But Andy refused. “Ah, speaking of ‘acting’…” she snorted.
Miranda’s face was flushed red, with anger and… something else.
“I don’t have the time for silly games. What. Do. You. Mean?” she asked in an icy tone.
“Your orgasm. You faked it! You thought I wouldn’t know, but I do, Miranda. And tonight was not the first time. You have done it two times before. What do you think? I’m stupid? I’m not a man, I know the fucking difference between a real and a faked one!” The girl nearly cried out.
“I don’t do such things…..” Miranda tried to defend herself, but failed.
“No, you did. You wanted it to be over. A simple ‘No, I’m not the mood’ would have set the deal, too.” Andy said loudly and swallowed.
Miranda realized that the young brunette was on the edge to cry, with tears welling up in her eyes. She looked hurt.
Miranda gulped. She didn’t know that this could upset the young woman so much. She also know, that there was no way to avoid to confess this.
So she sat down on the couch, while Andy was still fighting with her tears.
“I’m sorry.” The older woman said after a while. Sorry was one of the hardest words she ever had to say. But she meant it.
“But why, Miranda? Why do this idiotic trick instead of just saying you don’t want to have sex? I would understand.” Andrea sniffed.
Miranda placed her head into her hands. “Would you? Really? Andrea…. I’m older than you. Much older. You are in your sexual prime, while I am… You know what I mean. My last marriages have ended because I was called a ‘cold frigid bitch’. I didn’t want you to think that from me…. Not anymore. I don’t… I can’t loose you. I was surprised you could be so demanding when it comes to sex. More than I expected.” She finally confessed.
Andy looked at her. “So you don’t…. like it, having sex with me?” she asked anxiously.
Miranda shook her head. “No. God no! Andrea, I love you. It took us a long way to realize that. You’re skilful. You know what I want. When I want it slow, you go slowly, when I want it fast and hard, you do exactly that. You appreciate my body in a way I’ve never experienced before. But…. I don’t know. You’re always in the mood, you never say ‘no’, no matter how tired you are. I can’t compete. I know I must sound strange. I always say ‘no’ at Runway, there it is so easy for me, giving orders and making rules. But when it comes to you…. Because of your youth and beauty… I’m…” She took a deep breath. “Scared. I’m scared you’d leave me. Be with somebody else instead of me, because I don’t want to have sex every night anymore.”
Miranda couldn’t believe what she just said, what she confessed. But it was the truth. With none of her husband she could speak so openly about her fears, but with Andrea, everything seemed to be so easy. The older woman felt tears falling down her face.
Andrea was finally closing the gap between them, a distance for far too long. She put her arms around Miranda and hugged the editor closely. With her free hand she turned the TV off.
“I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked quietly, holding Miranda still close to her.
Miranda nuzzled her head in Andy’s chest. The girl only wore a long nightshirt. She could feel the brunette’s heart beating. “You know how I am, Andrea. I don’t like to admit my weaknesses.”
Andy let Miranda crying und sobbing quietly for a few moments. When she sensed the older woman calmed down again, she put one hand under Miranda’s chin and carefully lifted up her head to face Andy again. She gave her love a tender smile.
“This, my love, is not a weakness. If you don’t want sex, it’s okay. It’s not all about sex. We can cuddle, just lying next to each other. Nothing has to happen.” With that, she gave Miranda a slight kiss on the lips. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed the feelings.
“I was scared too, Miranda. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, to feel forced to do that. God I---- I though I kind of ‘violated’ you. And I don’t need sex every night, but…. Just look at you. You’re damn hot. I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re so freaking sexy, that I simply can't help myself. I love everything about you. I love the feel of your smooth skin under my fingers, the way you tremble when I touch certain spots; I love the taste of you, to run my tongue over your magnificent breasts, your sensitive nipples, your wet treasure. I love to hear your moans, little cries and whimpers. I know then, that I do something good to you. But what I really love the most is just having you in my arms, like in this moment now. I still can’t believe I was once walking away from you…” Andy breathed when they’d parted. “I’m sorry, for feeling too attracted to you.”
Miranda softly laughed. “Well. I’m not. For a woman my age, this is very flattering. And I love you too; everything of you and I love doing all the things to you and your body. I don’t know, why I had to fake this…. Such a stupid fear… Can you forgive me?” She ran a hand lovingly through Andy’s silky brown hair.
The brunette bent down a placed a sweet kiss on Miranda’s nose. “Nonsense. Love means ‘No need to plea for forgiveness’. I understand your fear. And you’ll never loose me. You know… Our ‘special day’ will be in two weeks. I can’t wait.”
Miranda smiled back. “Yes, I know. Neither can I.”
Andy softly pulled away and stood up. She extended a hand and Miranda took it.
“Never lie to me again.” She said while pulling her fiancée back in her arms for a slight embrace again.
“I’ll try… So, will you come back to bed with me again?” Miranda asked, when they stand up from the couch.
Andrea giggled. “Of course. I couldn’t sleep on this couch anyway.” She grabbed the pillow and followed Miranda back to the master’s bedroom.
They got rid of the nightshirt and the robe again and just snuggled in each other’s arms.
“Good night, Miranda.” Andy yawned.
“Yes, good night, my darling.” Miranda replied, switching off the light.
A few hours later Andy’s eyelids fluttered open as she felt soft, warm and wet kisses trailing down her neck to her chest. She groaned.
“Miranda, what are you doing?” she asked still a bit sleepy but also slightly aroused.
“I’m in the mood now.” The older woman said while trailing her hands over Andy’s tights.
Andy moaned again and captured Miranda’s lips in a deep passionate kiss.
They moved together, kissed and licked, touched and tasted. It was glorious.
When Andy felt Miranda reaching her climax and wailing with her name on the lips, she knew this time it was real.
The happy end *gg*
The weight on the other side of the bed suddenly shifted. Miranda didn’t turn around at first, nor did she raise her head.
Maybe her lover just needed to go to the bathroom. But when the editor heard the bedroom door slam shut, she slowly turned around and found a pillow missing from her bed.
Miranda looked puzzled for a while. She rose from the bed and put on a slight robe to cover her nude body, even though nobody else was in the house than she and her young love.
Miranda opened the door and looked around. When she heard noises in the living room she went upstairs and found her lover on the couch, just having turned on the TV.
“Would you please tell me, what this means, Andrea?” the white haired woman asked confused, standing behind the couch.
The young brunette didn’t look up. “It’s nothing.”
“Andrea, you know how much I love to repeat myself, so….”
“I said, it’s nothing.” Andy replied, a slight sound of anger in her voice.
Miranda was shocked. The girl dared to interrupt her!
“Why did you go away?” Miranda tried to ask again, trough gritted teeth.
Andy turned around, looking the older woman sharp in the eyes. “You really want to know? Okay, I just can’t believe you did it!” she hissed.
“What did I do? Stop acting like a child and come back to bed. Now.” Miranda said in her dangerous low tone that didn’t allow any protest.
But Andy refused. “Ah, speaking of ‘acting’…” she snorted.
Miranda’s face was flushed red, with anger and… something else.
“I don’t have the time for silly games. What. Do. You. Mean?” she asked in an icy tone.
“Your orgasm. You faked it! You thought I wouldn’t know, but I do, Miranda. And tonight was not the first time. You have done it two times before. What do you think? I’m stupid? I’m not a man, I know the fucking difference between a real and a faked one!” The girl nearly cried out.
“I don’t do such things…..” Miranda tried to defend herself, but failed.
“No, you did. You wanted it to be over. A simple ‘No, I’m not the mood’ would have set the deal, too.” Andy said loudly and swallowed.
Miranda realized that the young brunette was on the edge to cry, with tears welling up in her eyes. She looked hurt.
Miranda gulped. She didn’t know that this could upset the young woman so much. She also know, that there was no way to avoid to confess this.
So she sat down on the couch, while Andy was still fighting with her tears.
“I’m sorry.” The older woman said after a while. Sorry was one of the hardest words she ever had to say. But she meant it.
“But why, Miranda? Why do this idiotic trick instead of just saying you don’t want to have sex? I would understand.” Andrea sniffed.
Miranda placed her head into her hands. “Would you? Really? Andrea…. I’m older than you. Much older. You are in your sexual prime, while I am… You know what I mean. My last marriages have ended because I was called a ‘cold frigid bitch’. I didn’t want you to think that from me…. Not anymore. I don’t… I can’t loose you. I was surprised you could be so demanding when it comes to sex. More than I expected.” She finally confessed.
Andy looked at her. “So you don’t…. like it, having sex with me?” she asked anxiously.
Miranda shook her head. “No. God no! Andrea, I love you. It took us a long way to realize that. You’re skilful. You know what I want. When I want it slow, you go slowly, when I want it fast and hard, you do exactly that. You appreciate my body in a way I’ve never experienced before. But…. I don’t know. You’re always in the mood, you never say ‘no’, no matter how tired you are. I can’t compete. I know I must sound strange. I always say ‘no’ at Runway, there it is so easy for me, giving orders and making rules. But when it comes to you…. Because of your youth and beauty… I’m…” She took a deep breath. “Scared. I’m scared you’d leave me. Be with somebody else instead of me, because I don’t want to have sex every night anymore.”
Miranda couldn’t believe what she just said, what she confessed. But it was the truth. With none of her husband she could speak so openly about her fears, but with Andrea, everything seemed to be so easy. The older woman felt tears falling down her face.
Andrea was finally closing the gap between them, a distance for far too long. She put her arms around Miranda and hugged the editor closely. With her free hand she turned the TV off.
“I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked quietly, holding Miranda still close to her.
Miranda nuzzled her head in Andy’s chest. The girl only wore a long nightshirt. She could feel the brunette’s heart beating. “You know how I am, Andrea. I don’t like to admit my weaknesses.”
Andy let Miranda crying und sobbing quietly for a few moments. When she sensed the older woman calmed down again, she put one hand under Miranda’s chin and carefully lifted up her head to face Andy again. She gave her love a tender smile.
“This, my love, is not a weakness. If you don’t want sex, it’s okay. It’s not all about sex. We can cuddle, just lying next to each other. Nothing has to happen.” With that, she gave Miranda a slight kiss on the lips. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed the feelings.
“I was scared too, Miranda. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, to feel forced to do that. God I---- I though I kind of ‘violated’ you. And I don’t need sex every night, but…. Just look at you. You’re damn hot. I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re so freaking sexy, that I simply can't help myself. I love everything about you. I love the feel of your smooth skin under my fingers, the way you tremble when I touch certain spots; I love the taste of you, to run my tongue over your magnificent breasts, your sensitive nipples, your wet treasure. I love to hear your moans, little cries and whimpers. I know then, that I do something good to you. But what I really love the most is just having you in my arms, like in this moment now. I still can’t believe I was once walking away from you…” Andy breathed when they’d parted. “I’m sorry, for feeling too attracted to you.”
Miranda softly laughed. “Well. I’m not. For a woman my age, this is very flattering. And I love you too; everything of you and I love doing all the things to you and your body. I don’t know, why I had to fake this…. Such a stupid fear… Can you forgive me?” She ran a hand lovingly through Andy’s silky brown hair.
The brunette bent down a placed a sweet kiss on Miranda’s nose. “Nonsense. Love means ‘No need to plea for forgiveness’. I understand your fear. And you’ll never loose me. You know… Our ‘special day’ will be in two weeks. I can’t wait.”
Miranda smiled back. “Yes, I know. Neither can I.”
Andy softly pulled away and stood up. She extended a hand and Miranda took it.
“Never lie to me again.” She said while pulling her fiancée back in her arms for a slight embrace again.
“I’ll try… So, will you come back to bed with me again?” Miranda asked, when they stand up from the couch.
Andrea giggled. “Of course. I couldn’t sleep on this couch anyway.” She grabbed the pillow and followed Miranda back to the master’s bedroom.
They got rid of the nightshirt and the robe again and just snuggled in each other’s arms.
“Good night, Miranda.” Andy yawned.
“Yes, good night, my darling.” Miranda replied, switching off the light.
A few hours later Andy’s eyelids fluttered open as she felt soft, warm and wet kisses trailing down her neck to her chest. She groaned.
“Miranda, what are you doing?” she asked still a bit sleepy but also slightly aroused.
“I’m in the mood now.” The older woman said while trailing her hands over Andy’s tights.
Andy moaned again and captured Miranda’s lips in a deep passionate kiss.
They moved together, kissed and licked, touched and tasted. It was glorious.
When Andy felt Miranda reaching her climax and wailing with her name on the lips, she knew this time it was real.
The happy end *gg*