Watching her sleep
Here's my response to writtensword prompt she gave during the latest ficaton. I dedicate this one to her :D
Title : "Watching her sleep"
Genre : Hurt/Comfort
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Andy/Miranda
Disclaimer : All character belong to 20th Century Fox and Lauren Weisberger.
They have found the way to make their relationship last. Maybe it was hidden in that never-ending passion between them, maybe it was in the fragility with which Miranda used to take Andy's hand into hers; the manner that touched Andy so deep that the mere thought of going through life without it seemed unacceptable to both of them. Nevertheless, it was there, uncovered, strengthening the love between them, entwining and linking their lives forever.
It was late in the evening and Andy was still in their study applying the last touches to her article. Miranda, being exhausted after her day went to sleep at outrageously early hour, not even going through the book. It was a habit that has developed thanks to Andy, as she had somehow managed to persuade Miranda that her health and well being were more important than lowering the level of incompetence of Runway staff and Miranda has eventually relented.
At times like this, when Miranda was defeated and exhausted, Andy would lay with her, in their bed, closing her in a tight embrace, waiting for her wife to fall asleep on Andy's chest. She loved every detail about those moments - the pressure of Miranda's body, the soft breaths against her skin, the way the white locks muzzled her chin. Andy was sure that Miranda loved it as much as she did. Andy could tell by the very possessive way in which Miranda clung onto her, locking her arms around her, with one leg over Andy's thigh. Eventually, when her breath evened, Miranda would roll to her side, making herself more comfortable, and Andy would stay with her, reading, waiting for sleepiness to take over her, or if there was a deadline on the horizon as there was today, she would go to their study to finish one of her articles.
She was sitting in the dark room, the only source of light was her laptop. Her face was gleaming in the light of it; sharp and the white light illuminating empty coffee mugs next to her on the desk. coffee Her eyelids started to become heavy, and rhythmic, forced tapping of her fingers against the keyboard was putting her to sleep.
"ANDREEEEAHH" she suddenly heard a heart wrenching cry. She jolted from her seat and hurried down the hallway to their bedroom. Miranda was lying on the bed, sobbing into the pillow.
"Shhh,,, What happened?" said Andrea with soothing tone as she sat on the verge of the bed, running small circles on Miranda's shoulder, but there was no reaction "Shh... Darling, I am here." It was scary, but her wife seemed to still be sleeping. She still sobbed into the pillow, apparently unaware of the presence of her wife, as she still mouthed out her name, her voice full of longing and sadness and fear, and her eyes were tightly closed.
"Miranda? Miranda, wake up. It was just a dream." Andy said reassuringly putting her hand on Miranda's hand, squeezing it gently. Miranda blinked a few times; her eyes already swollen and puffy.
"Andy?"
And then she realized about what she was dreaming and that the echo of her cries was still ringing in her ears and lingering on her lips.
"Shh, darling, I am here." Andy repeated, hoping it may calm her wife down just a little.
And then there it was; the embarrassment every time Miranda had this dream. Usually, Miranda was not that sentimental, and she didn't ponder much about the dreams as such, but this one, this particular one which voiced all her fears about her future with Andy, was particularly unnerving. It was that frightening, dark dream, in which some undefined power was pinning her down to the wall, and Andy was going away, not turning back, deaf to Miranda's desperate cries for her to come back and then as Andy's outline disappeared in some kind of thick fog, Miranda started to fall down somewhere deep into the darkness, forgotten and unwanted, with the feeling of never being truly loved, alone with the painful realization that she's been always right; everyone always left.
Right now, as many times before, she needed Andy's body, just to collect the memories of Andy's touch for the future. She squeezed Andy's hand.
"I just had this dream...." she paused not sure if this time, she could continue and be so blunt about her doubts. She never told Andy about this dream , and Andy didn't ask about it also, but she must have suspected what it was, as the eyes, which were looking down at her, expressed nothing but terror and concern.
"Shh it was just a dream... Just a stupid dream". She said placing a small, sweet kiss on Miranda's cheek.
Wanting to comfort Miranda in any way possible, Andy sneaked next to her, her face in front of Miranda's, her eyes on the same level. There was some kind of eerie mixture of sadness and beauty of this moment around them. Like they were in an unwanted bubble of woe, circling them around, locking them up. They starred at each others eyes and mutually decided to undergo this feeling. Their eyes were gleaming in the soft light coming from the lamp Andy turned on when she had entered.
They said nothing to each other for long minutes. Somehow all these moments they spent together, they were all parading in front of them right now.. Miranda, trying to shake off all the memories of being insecure, tried to focus on the warmth of Andy's body.. And only Miranda could tell how much of a physical beauty there was in Andrea. She looked at her wife in front of her. Andy had a golden halo around her hair, in the dim light, her eyes gleaming .
"Your eyes... It's the last thing I always want to see before falling asleep."
There was the lilt of sadness in Miranda’s voice. She caressed Andy's cheek with her thumb. Her lovely, sweet cheekbones. She closed her eyes slowly; her breath even already. She was so tired. Oh, so so tired. Andy looked at the woman in front of her.
"Just go to sleep. I won't leave you. Never."
Hearing those words, Miranda smiled softly, and though she was not sure about that she said "I know".
Andy was fully aware that she had yet to manage to fully convince Miranda she would not go away anywhere, not in this life. Sometimes, Miranda still seemed to emotionally tiptoe around Andy, like there was some kind of uncertainty between them, like they were standing together on an unsteady bridge. Andy pinned it on the possibility that previous relationships had played much of a havoc in Miranda's emotional condition. She was just not used to the fact that, for better or for worse, as they had promised, someone would always be there for her.
Now, as always, Miranda just rolled to her side, turning her back to Andy. Supporting herself on her elbows, Andy looked down at the image in front of her. She was glad that Miranda's features seemed a little bit more relaxed. Sleepiness started to take over and just as she was drifting away she heard a soft whispering coming from the side.
"Andy... ?"
"Yes, Miranda....?" She mumbled, already half asleep, forcing her eyes to open, but Miranda simply rolled to Andy's side, searching for her in her sleep, and just as Miranda's hand reached the soft curve of Andy's waist, she smiled.
"Yes, Darling, I will always be here," Andy whispered softly and then she pulled Miranda closer. There was no doubt that Andrea's life couldn’t be any fuller than at that very moment. There was no doubt at all.
The End.
Title : "Watching her sleep"
Genre : Hurt/Comfort
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Andy/Miranda
Disclaimer : All character belong to 20th Century Fox and Lauren Weisberger.
They have found the way to make their relationship last. Maybe it was hidden in that never-ending passion between them, maybe it was in the fragility with which Miranda used to take Andy's hand into hers; the manner that touched Andy so deep that the mere thought of going through life without it seemed unacceptable to both of them. Nevertheless, it was there, uncovered, strengthening the love between them, entwining and linking their lives forever.
It was late in the evening and Andy was still in their study applying the last touches to her article. Miranda, being exhausted after her day went to sleep at outrageously early hour, not even going through the book. It was a habit that has developed thanks to Andy, as she had somehow managed to persuade Miranda that her health and well being were more important than lowering the level of incompetence of Runway staff and Miranda has eventually relented.
At times like this, when Miranda was defeated and exhausted, Andy would lay with her, in their bed, closing her in a tight embrace, waiting for her wife to fall asleep on Andy's chest. She loved every detail about those moments - the pressure of Miranda's body, the soft breaths against her skin, the way the white locks muzzled her chin. Andy was sure that Miranda loved it as much as she did. Andy could tell by the very possessive way in which Miranda clung onto her, locking her arms around her, with one leg over Andy's thigh. Eventually, when her breath evened, Miranda would roll to her side, making herself more comfortable, and Andy would stay with her, reading, waiting for sleepiness to take over her, or if there was a deadline on the horizon as there was today, she would go to their study to finish one of her articles.
She was sitting in the dark room, the only source of light was her laptop. Her face was gleaming in the light of it; sharp and the white light illuminating empty coffee mugs next to her on the desk. coffee Her eyelids started to become heavy, and rhythmic, forced tapping of her fingers against the keyboard was putting her to sleep.
"ANDREEEEAHH" she suddenly heard a heart wrenching cry. She jolted from her seat and hurried down the hallway to their bedroom. Miranda was lying on the bed, sobbing into the pillow.
"Shhh,,, What happened?" said Andrea with soothing tone as she sat on the verge of the bed, running small circles on Miranda's shoulder, but there was no reaction "Shh... Darling, I am here." It was scary, but her wife seemed to still be sleeping. She still sobbed into the pillow, apparently unaware of the presence of her wife, as she still mouthed out her name, her voice full of longing and sadness and fear, and her eyes were tightly closed.
"Miranda? Miranda, wake up. It was just a dream." Andy said reassuringly putting her hand on Miranda's hand, squeezing it gently. Miranda blinked a few times; her eyes already swollen and puffy.
"Andy?"
And then she realized about what she was dreaming and that the echo of her cries was still ringing in her ears and lingering on her lips.
"Shh, darling, I am here." Andy repeated, hoping it may calm her wife down just a little.
And then there it was; the embarrassment every time Miranda had this dream. Usually, Miranda was not that sentimental, and she didn't ponder much about the dreams as such, but this one, this particular one which voiced all her fears about her future with Andy, was particularly unnerving. It was that frightening, dark dream, in which some undefined power was pinning her down to the wall, and Andy was going away, not turning back, deaf to Miranda's desperate cries for her to come back and then as Andy's outline disappeared in some kind of thick fog, Miranda started to fall down somewhere deep into the darkness, forgotten and unwanted, with the feeling of never being truly loved, alone with the painful realization that she's been always right; everyone always left.
Right now, as many times before, she needed Andy's body, just to collect the memories of Andy's touch for the future. She squeezed Andy's hand.
"I just had this dream...." she paused not sure if this time, she could continue and be so blunt about her doubts. She never told Andy about this dream , and Andy didn't ask about it also, but she must have suspected what it was, as the eyes, which were looking down at her, expressed nothing but terror and concern.
"Shh it was just a dream... Just a stupid dream". She said placing a small, sweet kiss on Miranda's cheek.
Wanting to comfort Miranda in any way possible, Andy sneaked next to her, her face in front of Miranda's, her eyes on the same level. There was some kind of eerie mixture of sadness and beauty of this moment around them. Like they were in an unwanted bubble of woe, circling them around, locking them up. They starred at each others eyes and mutually decided to undergo this feeling. Their eyes were gleaming in the soft light coming from the lamp Andy turned on when she had entered.
They said nothing to each other for long minutes. Somehow all these moments they spent together, they were all parading in front of them right now.. Miranda, trying to shake off all the memories of being insecure, tried to focus on the warmth of Andy's body.. And only Miranda could tell how much of a physical beauty there was in Andrea. She looked at her wife in front of her. Andy had a golden halo around her hair, in the dim light, her eyes gleaming .
"Your eyes... It's the last thing I always want to see before falling asleep."
There was the lilt of sadness in Miranda’s voice. She caressed Andy's cheek with her thumb. Her lovely, sweet cheekbones. She closed her eyes slowly; her breath even already. She was so tired. Oh, so so tired. Andy looked at the woman in front of her.
"Just go to sleep. I won't leave you. Never."
Hearing those words, Miranda smiled softly, and though she was not sure about that she said "I know".
Andy was fully aware that she had yet to manage to fully convince Miranda she would not go away anywhere, not in this life. Sometimes, Miranda still seemed to emotionally tiptoe around Andy, like there was some kind of uncertainty between them, like they were standing together on an unsteady bridge. Andy pinned it on the possibility that previous relationships had played much of a havoc in Miranda's emotional condition. She was just not used to the fact that, for better or for worse, as they had promised, someone would always be there for her.
Now, as always, Miranda just rolled to her side, turning her back to Andy. Supporting herself on her elbows, Andy looked down at the image in front of her. She was glad that Miranda's features seemed a little bit more relaxed. Sleepiness started to take over and just as she was drifting away she heard a soft whispering coming from the side.
"Andy... ?"
"Yes, Miranda....?" She mumbled, already half asleep, forcing her eyes to open, but Miranda simply rolled to Andy's side, searching for her in her sleep, and just as Miranda's hand reached the soft curve of Andy's waist, she smiled.
"Yes, Darling, I will always be here," Andy whispered softly and then she pulled Miranda closer. There was no doubt that Andrea's life couldn’t be any fuller than at that very moment. There was no doubt at all.
The End.