Mini Series: Words (Bonus Chapter)
More than words
Outside the rain has stopped falling and the dark clouds disappeared.
Andrea still was holding Miranda in her arms, waiting for the older woman to calm down again. She was not confused or shocked about the editor’s vulnerability, she has seen it before. It seemed like an eternity, when she thought about what happened years ago and what was happening now.
The cries of the older woman turned into quiet sobs and her strong grip around Andy loosened. The younger woman realized they were both sitting in drenched cloths on the cold floor in Miranda’s hallway.
“Miranda…” Andrea started quietly and the older woman looked up in her eyes.
She looked so fragile, as if she could fall into pieces any moment again. The brunette smiled softly.
“Uhmn….. Can I take a shower?” she asked shyly.
Miranda took a deep breath and nodded. Both helped each other off the floor and Miranda took Andy’s hand to lead her upstairs.
The white haired woman was sitting on the edge of her king size bed, listening to the sound of the spraying water in the bathroom next to the master’s bedroom.
Andy’s wet wedding dress and her lingerie was lying down on the floor. The expensive Vera Wang was ruined, but Miranda was surprised she was not furious, not even angry about it.
She had not changed her cloths, was just sitting there, and staring at the wedding dress in disbelief, still not able to understand what just had happened.
Thousands of questions were in her head, her blue eyes still a bit teary and her body slightly trembling.
She has left him. She has left him for me. A cold heart bitch, 53 years old, twice her age, with teenage daughters and three failed marriages. She destroyed her own wedding for me, just for me…
When she looked at the lingerie, a white silk corset with fitting panties and stockings, she felt a short shot of jealousy of David; that he almost had the chance to see her Andrea dressed up like this.
Miranda did not know anything about him or his relationship with Andrea and she tried desperately not to think about if and how often his hands and other parts of his body were on or inside the brunette.
Why me? I have pushed her away as far as I could, treating her badly, ignoring her, make her feel worthless and yet she came back. Is she masochistic? Or maybe… Am I?
She got lost in her thoughts, staring on the ground, her arms crossed around her chest. She felt cold and felt lost, more lost than ever.
Andy enjoyed the hot water running down her skin. Although it was summer, the day was cold as the rain. The wet drops all over her body warmed her up again, making her feel fresh and new for a few moments, not thinking of what was and what will come. She was here and she simply could not suppress the feeling deep inside her, that as insane her behaviour seemed to be, it was the right decision.
By the time she had washed her hair and body completely, she turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a big soft towel Miranda gave her and wrapped it around her body.
She looked into the mirror, her face flushed in light pink, the kiss still lingering on her lips, her whole body seemed to glow and there was something in her eyes… A light, no, a fire, the look she has seen in David’s eyes and could not give back to him. The look of love… for Miranda.
Andy sighed and came to the conclusion that even if Miranda would not have shown up at the church, she would have run back to her. Always.
She picked the hair dryer and began to dry her long brown hair a bit at least. Andy was sure Miranda was waiting for her in the bedroom, waiting for explanations, even though the young woman was not sure if she could answer all to the editor’s possible question. So it was…
Andy gasped when she saw Miranda has not even changed her drenched cloths.
“My god, Miranda. We have to get you out of this. You don’t want to catch a cold in summer, don’t you?” The young woman ran towards the bed, dropping to her knees.
Miranda didn’t react at first, her body seemed to be unable to move, only her lips were moving and she was mumbling something.
“Why, Andrea? Why me? Why…… this?”
The brunette softly griped one of Miranda’s hands and put her other one under the older woman’s chin, carefully lifting it up to face her.
“Do you trust me?” she simply asked.
Miranda’s eyes focused on Andy’s warm brown orbs. “What?” she asked still confused.
“Do you trust me, Miranda?” These eyes pleaded.
Miranda closed her own eyes for a second. With all my heart. “Yes.” She finally replied and squeezed Andy’s hand.
The face expressions of the younger woman softened and she smiled. “I will tell you everything, all that you want to know. Or at least I will try. But let’s get you out of these wet cloths first, okay?”
She bend down without a warning and licked the lingering tears off her face and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
Normally Miranda would feel embarrassed for being treaded like an anxious little girl and not as the powerful ice queen she was, but they both were alone here in this big dark house and the editor could feel the warmth of the brunette’s body immediately flowing inside her cold one from such a simple touch.
She could not do anything else than staring at the angel in front of her, fallen from the sky, smiling bright and taking care of her. She swallowed hard and nodded.
When Andrea began slowly to undress the white haired woman, she made a wrong movement and her towel fell on the floor. She was completely naked under it.
“Oh, who cares anyway?” Andy said and shrugged her shoulders.
Miranda roamed her eyes of her curvy body, the full breast with dark nipples, her hands suddenly aching to touch them. She could not believe she could get aroused that fast.
She shivered and Andy noticed it. “You’re cold, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The editor breathed, trying hard not to sound too huskily.
Andy grinned. “Well…. Then we have to warm you up again, I guess.” She licked her lips.
“Andrea, what…” Before Miranda could end her phrase, Andrea pulled her face closer and captured her lips in a kiss. It was soft at first. The younger woman’s lips were wet and warm, caressing Miranda’s slowly, licking her bottom lip and let the tip of her tongue knocking on Miranda’s teeth, begging for entrance.
The white haired woman felt the heat from Andrea’s body now fully invading her own, breast pressed together and parted her lips and teeth to grant the questioning tongue entrance.
She had to moan when she felt their tongues sliding against each other in a wonderful sensitive dance. Andrea moaned into her mouth in response and slid her hands through Miranda’s white silk hair, still a bit wet from the rain, while her other hand slid over the older woman’s back, the blouse already gone, and now only in her La Perla bra. She fumbled and soon opened the clasp and the editor’s firm breast were free.
She traced her fingers on the soft swell of the editor’s left breast, earning a surprised gasp from Miranda.
Still not breaking the kiss she urged the older woman to get rid of the bra completely, finally letting it fall on the floor.
The skin of the fashion icon was a miracle. It was soft, flawless and lingered with Miranda’s scent all over it, better than any perfume on this earth. When Andy forced herself to end the kiss for air, she was panting heavily as much as Miranda, burying her face in the elegant curve of the white haired woman’s neck, inhaling that scent deeply.
This is what she wanted, what she had missed, what she craved. And Andrea was determined to show Miranda with more than words that she meant the world to her.
She kissed, licked and was caressing the soft mounds of the editor’s breast with her left hand, while she was gently lowering the older woman with her right hand on the sheets of the bed, to lie on her back.
Miranda had her eyes closed and was still panting, although she showed some resistance, not willing to let herself fall into her emotions completely. But she knew she was going to loose the battle soon. Every touch of her lover's lips, tongue and fingers was simply perfect and set her skin on fire. Still there was so much to talk about and sex not always the simple solution.
Even though she was surprised seeing Andrea to be so demanding, the young girl hardly was before. But her mind was struggling with her thoughts and questions, when her body already was overcome with lust, her nipples harden and a flood between her legs, still fully clothed in panties and Bill Blass pants.
Miranda could not help it, she was falling. Andrea has not only overtaken her body, but also invaded her heart. Her grip loosened and she let her arms falling on the side, grabbing the sheets.
It was happening, no, it already has happened. She had lost the feeling so long ago, she could hardly remember it, but here it was now crystal clear.
“Let me love you, Miranda. Please, let me…”
That was why she felt so helpless, like a puppet, why she could not react in her normal icy way, pushing and chasing the girl away, like she always did.
Miranda made people cry; made them hate or fear her. Or both. Admiring sometimes. Respected of course, but not loving. It was so different from the love to her daughters. So precious and fragile, as if it could fall into pieces every moment and Miranda feared of the broken fragments which would cut off her skin, leaving her hurt and bleeding.
Andrea realized it even sooner, Miranda was sure. So she came back to her.
I can’t loose her. I just can’t.
The editor was moaning, not even trying to muffling the sounds anymore, but still quietly. She felt Andrea’s humming voice vibrating on her skin, sending lightening bolts all over her body to her brain. It drove her nearly insane.
Andrea’s hands began to wander down her waist, opening the button and first pulling the zipper of the pants down, before she pulled at the whole textile to ease it from the older woman’s legs.
The brunette kissed her way down, softly like the wings of a butterfly, never leaving the facial expression of Miranda. The editor has thrown her head back, the eyes still closed.
The slight resistance was completely gone now, but Andrea was still well aware if the older woman made sights of discomfort or pleaded her to stop. She would never force her lover to do anything.
And then she shuddered, when she heard the whispered words. “Please…..”
She looked up. “Please what?” she asked anxiously.
"Don't stop." The editor swallowed and blushed. “Please… More….”
Andy smiled. “Yes, more. Always more.” And she continued to decent her mouth.
Miranda’s white panties were already soaking with moisture and the white haired woman was not even embarrassed any more. Her moans and growls got louder, encouraging Andy to take whatever she wanted.
She pulled the panties down, so the last barrier of garnet was disposed. She kissed, licked and touched Miranda’s burning centre so throughfully that the quickening of Miranda’s breaths and the intensity of her moans alarmed Andy that if she kept on swiping her tongue so hard over wet lips and twirling the small bundle of nerves, Miranda would come any second.
But Andy did not want it to be over. Not yet. So she immediately stopped her actions.
Miranda whimpered at the lost of contact and opened her eyes, seeing Andrea smiling at her and stepping away from between her legs.
“Andrea….” She growled angrily, signalling her that she really was on the very edge of orgasm. But Andy crawled up her body, nudging the older woman a bit more backwards into the bed.
Miranda groaned, when she felt the dripping wetness from Andy’s core sliding down her tights. Soon Andrea was straddling the editor’s hips and kissing her deeply again.
When Andy looked into Miranda’s blue orbs, darkened with desire, seeing her flushed face and slightly open mouth, she almost wanted to die.
My god, she is so damn beautiful. And she’s mine, as much as I’m hers.
She took Miranda’s hands from the sheets and placed them on her breast, showing the older woman how much she needed her touch. The slender fingers and well manicured nails were tracing over her sensitive skin and then Miranda could not bear it any longer, suddenly sat up and latched her mouth on an erect nipple, begging for attention. Andy screamed in delight and shoved one of her legs over Miranda’s tight, so that their flooded centres made direct contact with each other. Now it was Miranda who tore away her mouth from Andy’s breast to cry out at the senastion of the intimate touch.
They became one: body and soul. A perfect rhythm was set, with both of them hypersensitive and pleading for release. They were holding, kissing and rocking against each other, as if there were no tomorrow.
Their cries, whimpers and loud moans were filling the air, mixed into a symphony of pure ecstasy with all love and trust they could give.
Miranda was quickly very close again, fearing that she would explode and sensed Andrea was right behind her. She felt the first quiver of the flesh against her own and it was all over. She saw stars behind her eyes and screamed like a banshee, when the powerful waves crushed trough her body, in her hazed mind hearing the howls of Andrea following.
She whispered the girl’s name over and over again, feeling her world getting black. For the first time she was about to pass out from an intensive orgasm, only able because she trusted her lover more than she had ever trusted anyone.
She felt the dead weight of Andrea, which meant that she has passed out already and before Miranda felt into the waiting arms of Morpheus, she could not help but smiling satisfied.
The sun was about to decent, when Andy finally waked up a few hours later. She didn’t slept well the days before the wedding and was glad that she could finally get some sleep, although she’d never thought she could pass out that way. It has never happened before.
They did not even have blankets covering her body, so she woke up feeling a bit cold and she sensed she was alone on the bed. She was sweating and smelled of sex.
“Well, it seems I need another shower soon.” She mumbled, yawned and stretched her body.
Andy laid a while on the bed, the thoughts coming back to her mind. She didn’t had a cell phone and only few mortals know the number of Miranda’s town house, but she knew the calls will come and she will have to face the people again, especially David. She has to give him an explanation.
“I think I deserve that, too, don’t you think?” She heard the voice of Miranda all of the sudden and sat up abruptly. She didn’t realize that she had spoken out loud the last words.
Her heart was racing madly. “Mi…. Miranda….” She gulped.
The older woman was dressed casual and has freshly showered. In her hands she held out a bathrobe for Andy to wear and the younger woman took it. “Thank you.”
She eased herself slowly from the bed. Her legs were still a bit shaky and wrapped her sweating body into the luxury material. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.” She said.
“You will pay for nothing.” The editor replied, her voice as cool as ever. She finally got back the control of herself.
Andy smiled bitterly. “Why not? I will have to pay for many things now, so that bill is just peanuts.”
To her own surprise Miranda didn’t say a word, just sat down on the bed beside her. Andy looked at her wedding dress still lying on the floor.
“I can’t believe I’ve ruined a Vera Wang dress…”
The editor still did not response. Andy’s eyebrow arched up in surprise. “You are not mad about that?”
The older woman shrugged. “It is or was your dress, not mine. And….. you’ve ruined for me, so….”
They were silent for a few seconds. “Yes I did. And before you ask, I don’t regret it. Doesn’t matter, I got 30% off for it, because it has a huge rip at the back, just under the ribbon. You did not see my back, but you’d noticed it immediately, I’m sure.” Andy said and smiled weakly.
Miranda’s lips twitched, but her face stayed serious.
“Why me, Andrea?” she asked and looked deep into her eyes.
“I thought I’ve convinced you a few hours ago.” Andy whined playfully. “I’m not up for another round, but if you give some time and another shower, then…”
“You know what I mean.” The editor interrupted her in a low voice.
“What do you want to hear, Miranda? Do you still not believe it? Do you want to chase me away again? Make me feel not good enough for you? I know who I am. I know I’m not rich, much younger than you, only a journalist. Do we want to go through this all over again? Although I am young, I’m four years older now since the time I’ve first left you….. or at least tried to leave you. We both know how that ended. And don’t you dare to make the impression you care for David.” Andy hissed. “You might have pushed me into his arms, but that’s all.”
She stood up, walked around a few steps and sat down on the bed again. Miranda didn’t move.
Hesitantly she laid a hand on the brunettes tight. “But you do.”
“He loved me, Miranda. He really did. And I couldn’t….. I’ve tried… so hard…” She began to sob. “He was perfect. The perfect man. Gentle, polite, funny, interested in everything I’ve done and yet I’ve always seen you when I looked at him. I can’t tell you why I fell for you. I just did.”
She wiped her tears away. “I had met him at the time we had our little ‘meetings’. Maybe if I had met him right after I’ve left you in Paris or realized that my relationship wit Nate would not work sooner I…. I don’t know. Why do you want me to feel that way so badly? You didn’t say ‘sorry’, you’ve send me a card one week before my wedding. I’m 28 years now and sick of this game. Yes I’ve been with him; I’ve slept with him once or twice. It was not bad at all, but not the same as it is with you. It was wrong from the beginning. I was only desperately trying to forget you. It was silly, stupid, and idiotic to marry him.... almost marry him….”
Andy sighed deeply. She opened the bathrobe and placed Miranda’s hand above her left breast. The older woman could feel the strong heart beat.
“It’s for you. I chosed you. I have to deal with the consequences and I won’t run away. My family, my friends…. And even David will get over it in a question of time. But if you want me to go, I’ll leave. If you really think this was worth nothing… I will always prove with more than just words what I feel for you….”
She was not expecting it, but Miranda suddenly leaned over a captured her lips in a soft kiss.
“Don’t go.” She breathed. “You have said enough for now. I know I’m acting cold and you know why I’m doing it. I was right. You’re a smart girl. I am not used to….. this. Whatever it is… You did it for me and maybe I could learn to get used to this, finally. I learn also quickly, as you know.”
Andy chuckled and kissed her nose. “Yes, I know.”
She lay her head on Miranda’s shoulder. “What about the girls? How will they react when we’re… together, are we?”
Miranda shrugged slightly. “They are fifteen and they always sensed about us. You are here, Andrea, so am I. Let’s give it a name when the uproar we’ve caused is finally over.”
Andy sighed. “Good. Miranda?”
“Yes?” the older woman watched her.
“I love you. I never had the chance to say it either.” She blushed.
The fashion editor smiled. “That’s true. But you’ve always said it.” She poked at her heart.
“In here. And showed it with your hands and lips…” She grinned, nibbled at her earlobe and husked. “I love you too, my darling.”
Andy giggled. “I’m very sure we’ll need both a second shower soon….” And so it was.
They gave it a name, after everything was really said and done this time.
Relationship.
Engagement.
Marriage.
A new family.
Andy once was standing in the bathroom, gently rubbing her rounded belly and washed her wedding ring.
The engrave inside the ring always made her smile, even though the things that happened did not all turn out well, but thankfully the majority did.
Love you more than words could tell, M.
That’s all
Outside the rain has stopped falling and the dark clouds disappeared.
Andrea still was holding Miranda in her arms, waiting for the older woman to calm down again. She was not confused or shocked about the editor’s vulnerability, she has seen it before. It seemed like an eternity, when she thought about what happened years ago and what was happening now.
The cries of the older woman turned into quiet sobs and her strong grip around Andy loosened. The younger woman realized they were both sitting in drenched cloths on the cold floor in Miranda’s hallway.
“Miranda…” Andrea started quietly and the older woman looked up in her eyes.
She looked so fragile, as if she could fall into pieces any moment again. The brunette smiled softly.
“Uhmn….. Can I take a shower?” she asked shyly.
Miranda took a deep breath and nodded. Both helped each other off the floor and Miranda took Andy’s hand to lead her upstairs.
The white haired woman was sitting on the edge of her king size bed, listening to the sound of the spraying water in the bathroom next to the master’s bedroom.
Andy’s wet wedding dress and her lingerie was lying down on the floor. The expensive Vera Wang was ruined, but Miranda was surprised she was not furious, not even angry about it.
She had not changed her cloths, was just sitting there, and staring at the wedding dress in disbelief, still not able to understand what just had happened.
Thousands of questions were in her head, her blue eyes still a bit teary and her body slightly trembling.
She has left him. She has left him for me. A cold heart bitch, 53 years old, twice her age, with teenage daughters and three failed marriages. She destroyed her own wedding for me, just for me…
When she looked at the lingerie, a white silk corset with fitting panties and stockings, she felt a short shot of jealousy of David; that he almost had the chance to see her Andrea dressed up like this.
Miranda did not know anything about him or his relationship with Andrea and she tried desperately not to think about if and how often his hands and other parts of his body were on or inside the brunette.
Why me? I have pushed her away as far as I could, treating her badly, ignoring her, make her feel worthless and yet she came back. Is she masochistic? Or maybe… Am I?
She got lost in her thoughts, staring on the ground, her arms crossed around her chest. She felt cold and felt lost, more lost than ever.
Andy enjoyed the hot water running down her skin. Although it was summer, the day was cold as the rain. The wet drops all over her body warmed her up again, making her feel fresh and new for a few moments, not thinking of what was and what will come. She was here and she simply could not suppress the feeling deep inside her, that as insane her behaviour seemed to be, it was the right decision.
By the time she had washed her hair and body completely, she turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a big soft towel Miranda gave her and wrapped it around her body.
She looked into the mirror, her face flushed in light pink, the kiss still lingering on her lips, her whole body seemed to glow and there was something in her eyes… A light, no, a fire, the look she has seen in David’s eyes and could not give back to him. The look of love… for Miranda.
Andy sighed and came to the conclusion that even if Miranda would not have shown up at the church, she would have run back to her. Always.
She picked the hair dryer and began to dry her long brown hair a bit at least. Andy was sure Miranda was waiting for her in the bedroom, waiting for explanations, even though the young woman was not sure if she could answer all to the editor’s possible question. So it was…
Andy gasped when she saw Miranda has not even changed her drenched cloths.
“My god, Miranda. We have to get you out of this. You don’t want to catch a cold in summer, don’t you?” The young woman ran towards the bed, dropping to her knees.
Miranda didn’t react at first, her body seemed to be unable to move, only her lips were moving and she was mumbling something.
“Why, Andrea? Why me? Why…… this?”
The brunette softly griped one of Miranda’s hands and put her other one under the older woman’s chin, carefully lifting it up to face her.
“Do you trust me?” she simply asked.
Miranda’s eyes focused on Andy’s warm brown orbs. “What?” she asked still confused.
“Do you trust me, Miranda?” These eyes pleaded.
Miranda closed her own eyes for a second. With all my heart. “Yes.” She finally replied and squeezed Andy’s hand.
The face expressions of the younger woman softened and she smiled. “I will tell you everything, all that you want to know. Or at least I will try. But let’s get you out of these wet cloths first, okay?”
She bend down without a warning and licked the lingering tears off her face and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
Normally Miranda would feel embarrassed for being treaded like an anxious little girl and not as the powerful ice queen she was, but they both were alone here in this big dark house and the editor could feel the warmth of the brunette’s body immediately flowing inside her cold one from such a simple touch.
She could not do anything else than staring at the angel in front of her, fallen from the sky, smiling bright and taking care of her. She swallowed hard and nodded.
When Andrea began slowly to undress the white haired woman, she made a wrong movement and her towel fell on the floor. She was completely naked under it.
“Oh, who cares anyway?” Andy said and shrugged her shoulders.
Miranda roamed her eyes of her curvy body, the full breast with dark nipples, her hands suddenly aching to touch them. She could not believe she could get aroused that fast.
She shivered and Andy noticed it. “You’re cold, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The editor breathed, trying hard not to sound too huskily.
Andy grinned. “Well…. Then we have to warm you up again, I guess.” She licked her lips.
“Andrea, what…” Before Miranda could end her phrase, Andrea pulled her face closer and captured her lips in a kiss. It was soft at first. The younger woman’s lips were wet and warm, caressing Miranda’s slowly, licking her bottom lip and let the tip of her tongue knocking on Miranda’s teeth, begging for entrance.
The white haired woman felt the heat from Andrea’s body now fully invading her own, breast pressed together and parted her lips and teeth to grant the questioning tongue entrance.
She had to moan when she felt their tongues sliding against each other in a wonderful sensitive dance. Andrea moaned into her mouth in response and slid her hands through Miranda’s white silk hair, still a bit wet from the rain, while her other hand slid over the older woman’s back, the blouse already gone, and now only in her La Perla bra. She fumbled and soon opened the clasp and the editor’s firm breast were free.
She traced her fingers on the soft swell of the editor’s left breast, earning a surprised gasp from Miranda.
Still not breaking the kiss she urged the older woman to get rid of the bra completely, finally letting it fall on the floor.
The skin of the fashion icon was a miracle. It was soft, flawless and lingered with Miranda’s scent all over it, better than any perfume on this earth. When Andy forced herself to end the kiss for air, she was panting heavily as much as Miranda, burying her face in the elegant curve of the white haired woman’s neck, inhaling that scent deeply.
This is what she wanted, what she had missed, what she craved. And Andrea was determined to show Miranda with more than words that she meant the world to her.
She kissed, licked and was caressing the soft mounds of the editor’s breast with her left hand, while she was gently lowering the older woman with her right hand on the sheets of the bed, to lie on her back.
Miranda had her eyes closed and was still panting, although she showed some resistance, not willing to let herself fall into her emotions completely. But she knew she was going to loose the battle soon. Every touch of her lover's lips, tongue and fingers was simply perfect and set her skin on fire. Still there was so much to talk about and sex not always the simple solution.
Even though she was surprised seeing Andrea to be so demanding, the young girl hardly was before. But her mind was struggling with her thoughts and questions, when her body already was overcome with lust, her nipples harden and a flood between her legs, still fully clothed in panties and Bill Blass pants.
Miranda could not help it, she was falling. Andrea has not only overtaken her body, but also invaded her heart. Her grip loosened and she let her arms falling on the side, grabbing the sheets.
It was happening, no, it already has happened. She had lost the feeling so long ago, she could hardly remember it, but here it was now crystal clear.
“Let me love you, Miranda. Please, let me…”
That was why she felt so helpless, like a puppet, why she could not react in her normal icy way, pushing and chasing the girl away, like she always did.
Miranda made people cry; made them hate or fear her. Or both. Admiring sometimes. Respected of course, but not loving. It was so different from the love to her daughters. So precious and fragile, as if it could fall into pieces every moment and Miranda feared of the broken fragments which would cut off her skin, leaving her hurt and bleeding.
Andrea realized it even sooner, Miranda was sure. So she came back to her.
I can’t loose her. I just can’t.
The editor was moaning, not even trying to muffling the sounds anymore, but still quietly. She felt Andrea’s humming voice vibrating on her skin, sending lightening bolts all over her body to her brain. It drove her nearly insane.
Andrea’s hands began to wander down her waist, opening the button and first pulling the zipper of the pants down, before she pulled at the whole textile to ease it from the older woman’s legs.
The brunette kissed her way down, softly like the wings of a butterfly, never leaving the facial expression of Miranda. The editor has thrown her head back, the eyes still closed.
The slight resistance was completely gone now, but Andrea was still well aware if the older woman made sights of discomfort or pleaded her to stop. She would never force her lover to do anything.
And then she shuddered, when she heard the whispered words. “Please…..”
She looked up. “Please what?” she asked anxiously.
"Don't stop." The editor swallowed and blushed. “Please… More….”
Andy smiled. “Yes, more. Always more.” And she continued to decent her mouth.
Miranda’s white panties were already soaking with moisture and the white haired woman was not even embarrassed any more. Her moans and growls got louder, encouraging Andy to take whatever she wanted.
She pulled the panties down, so the last barrier of garnet was disposed. She kissed, licked and touched Miranda’s burning centre so throughfully that the quickening of Miranda’s breaths and the intensity of her moans alarmed Andy that if she kept on swiping her tongue so hard over wet lips and twirling the small bundle of nerves, Miranda would come any second.
But Andy did not want it to be over. Not yet. So she immediately stopped her actions.
Miranda whimpered at the lost of contact and opened her eyes, seeing Andrea smiling at her and stepping away from between her legs.
“Andrea….” She growled angrily, signalling her that she really was on the very edge of orgasm. But Andy crawled up her body, nudging the older woman a bit more backwards into the bed.
Miranda groaned, when she felt the dripping wetness from Andy’s core sliding down her tights. Soon Andrea was straddling the editor’s hips and kissing her deeply again.
When Andy looked into Miranda’s blue orbs, darkened with desire, seeing her flushed face and slightly open mouth, she almost wanted to die.
My god, she is so damn beautiful. And she’s mine, as much as I’m hers.
She took Miranda’s hands from the sheets and placed them on her breast, showing the older woman how much she needed her touch. The slender fingers and well manicured nails were tracing over her sensitive skin and then Miranda could not bear it any longer, suddenly sat up and latched her mouth on an erect nipple, begging for attention. Andy screamed in delight and shoved one of her legs over Miranda’s tight, so that their flooded centres made direct contact with each other. Now it was Miranda who tore away her mouth from Andy’s breast to cry out at the senastion of the intimate touch.
They became one: body and soul. A perfect rhythm was set, with both of them hypersensitive and pleading for release. They were holding, kissing and rocking against each other, as if there were no tomorrow.
Their cries, whimpers and loud moans were filling the air, mixed into a symphony of pure ecstasy with all love and trust they could give.
Miranda was quickly very close again, fearing that she would explode and sensed Andrea was right behind her. She felt the first quiver of the flesh against her own and it was all over. She saw stars behind her eyes and screamed like a banshee, when the powerful waves crushed trough her body, in her hazed mind hearing the howls of Andrea following.
She whispered the girl’s name over and over again, feeling her world getting black. For the first time she was about to pass out from an intensive orgasm, only able because she trusted her lover more than she had ever trusted anyone.
She felt the dead weight of Andrea, which meant that she has passed out already and before Miranda felt into the waiting arms of Morpheus, she could not help but smiling satisfied.
The sun was about to decent, when Andy finally waked up a few hours later. She didn’t slept well the days before the wedding and was glad that she could finally get some sleep, although she’d never thought she could pass out that way. It has never happened before.
They did not even have blankets covering her body, so she woke up feeling a bit cold and she sensed she was alone on the bed. She was sweating and smelled of sex.
“Well, it seems I need another shower soon.” She mumbled, yawned and stretched her body.
Andy laid a while on the bed, the thoughts coming back to her mind. She didn’t had a cell phone and only few mortals know the number of Miranda’s town house, but she knew the calls will come and she will have to face the people again, especially David. She has to give him an explanation.
“I think I deserve that, too, don’t you think?” She heard the voice of Miranda all of the sudden and sat up abruptly. She didn’t realize that she had spoken out loud the last words.
Her heart was racing madly. “Mi…. Miranda….” She gulped.
The older woman was dressed casual and has freshly showered. In her hands she held out a bathrobe for Andy to wear and the younger woman took it. “Thank you.”
She eased herself slowly from the bed. Her legs were still a bit shaky and wrapped her sweating body into the luxury material. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.” She said.
“You will pay for nothing.” The editor replied, her voice as cool as ever. She finally got back the control of herself.
Andy smiled bitterly. “Why not? I will have to pay for many things now, so that bill is just peanuts.”
To her own surprise Miranda didn’t say a word, just sat down on the bed beside her. Andy looked at her wedding dress still lying on the floor.
“I can’t believe I’ve ruined a Vera Wang dress…”
The editor still did not response. Andy’s eyebrow arched up in surprise. “You are not mad about that?”
The older woman shrugged. “It is or was your dress, not mine. And….. you’ve ruined for me, so….”
They were silent for a few seconds. “Yes I did. And before you ask, I don’t regret it. Doesn’t matter, I got 30% off for it, because it has a huge rip at the back, just under the ribbon. You did not see my back, but you’d noticed it immediately, I’m sure.” Andy said and smiled weakly.
Miranda’s lips twitched, but her face stayed serious.
“Why me, Andrea?” she asked and looked deep into her eyes.
“I thought I’ve convinced you a few hours ago.” Andy whined playfully. “I’m not up for another round, but if you give some time and another shower, then…”
“You know what I mean.” The editor interrupted her in a low voice.
“What do you want to hear, Miranda? Do you still not believe it? Do you want to chase me away again? Make me feel not good enough for you? I know who I am. I know I’m not rich, much younger than you, only a journalist. Do we want to go through this all over again? Although I am young, I’m four years older now since the time I’ve first left you….. or at least tried to leave you. We both know how that ended. And don’t you dare to make the impression you care for David.” Andy hissed. “You might have pushed me into his arms, but that’s all.”
She stood up, walked around a few steps and sat down on the bed again. Miranda didn’t move.
Hesitantly she laid a hand on the brunettes tight. “But you do.”
“He loved me, Miranda. He really did. And I couldn’t….. I’ve tried… so hard…” She began to sob. “He was perfect. The perfect man. Gentle, polite, funny, interested in everything I’ve done and yet I’ve always seen you when I looked at him. I can’t tell you why I fell for you. I just did.”
She wiped her tears away. “I had met him at the time we had our little ‘meetings’. Maybe if I had met him right after I’ve left you in Paris or realized that my relationship wit Nate would not work sooner I…. I don’t know. Why do you want me to feel that way so badly? You didn’t say ‘sorry’, you’ve send me a card one week before my wedding. I’m 28 years now and sick of this game. Yes I’ve been with him; I’ve slept with him once or twice. It was not bad at all, but not the same as it is with you. It was wrong from the beginning. I was only desperately trying to forget you. It was silly, stupid, and idiotic to marry him.... almost marry him….”
Andy sighed deeply. She opened the bathrobe and placed Miranda’s hand above her left breast. The older woman could feel the strong heart beat.
“It’s for you. I chosed you. I have to deal with the consequences and I won’t run away. My family, my friends…. And even David will get over it in a question of time. But if you want me to go, I’ll leave. If you really think this was worth nothing… I will always prove with more than just words what I feel for you….”
She was not expecting it, but Miranda suddenly leaned over a captured her lips in a soft kiss.
“Don’t go.” She breathed. “You have said enough for now. I know I’m acting cold and you know why I’m doing it. I was right. You’re a smart girl. I am not used to….. this. Whatever it is… You did it for me and maybe I could learn to get used to this, finally. I learn also quickly, as you know.”
Andy chuckled and kissed her nose. “Yes, I know.”
She lay her head on Miranda’s shoulder. “What about the girls? How will they react when we’re… together, are we?”
Miranda shrugged slightly. “They are fifteen and they always sensed about us. You are here, Andrea, so am I. Let’s give it a name when the uproar we’ve caused is finally over.”
Andy sighed. “Good. Miranda?”
“Yes?” the older woman watched her.
“I love you. I never had the chance to say it either.” She blushed.
The fashion editor smiled. “That’s true. But you’ve always said it.” She poked at her heart.
“In here. And showed it with your hands and lips…” She grinned, nibbled at her earlobe and husked. “I love you too, my darling.”
Andy giggled. “I’m very sure we’ll need both a second shower soon….” And so it was.
They gave it a name, after everything was really said and done this time.
Relationship.
Engagement.
Marriage.
A new family.
Andy once was standing in the bathroom, gently rubbing her rounded belly and washed her wedding ring.
The engrave inside the ring always made her smile, even though the things that happened did not all turn out well, but thankfully the majority did.
Love you more than words could tell, M.
That’s all