A to Z in a heartbeat (P-T)
Author:ragelikeafire
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, I just like to play and make them do naughty, naughty things.
Rating: Various - R to be safe.
AN: Q and S are not safe for life! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!, I hope you enjoy! Your comments are really helping me bang these out at lightening speed (Yes,I am a loser and I didn't do my assignment weeks ago when grdnofevrythng set the challenge!)
AN2: I am dedicating S 'Riding out the storm' to my LJ wife acceb23 Ps. Have you found my bra yet? Is it under the bed?
AN3: I won't be posting U-Z until Sunday as its not quite ready to post yet and my "fails at life" boss is sending me somewhere like 1988 where they dont have internet access!
Prompt - Portrait
Title: Promise me tomorrow starts with you
Word Count: 202
Andy woke to the gentle breathing of her sleeping lover beside her. The sunlight beamed through the cracks in the drapes, casting beautiful shadows around the room. She wanted moments like these to last forever.
She silently lifted her naked body from beneath the sheets and crossed the room to retrieve her camera. The Lumix, a treasured gift, from the twins, on their first Christmas together.
Andy moved stealthily around the bed, digitally capturing the pure essence of her beloved.
She watched Miranda as she stirred gently, nuzzling her head into the pillow. Eyes still closed; her husky morning voice piqued. “Andrea, I can hear you smiling.”
Miranda’s irritability only caused Andy’s smile to grow wider. “Believe me if could see what I can you would never stop smiling again.”
Miranda let out an exasperated sigh and lifted her head to continue her tirade but as soon as she looked into the deep brown pools she couldn’t hold back her smile. She reached out a hand, beckoning the tenacious woman closer. “Good Morning” she spoke still smiling, pulling Andrea into a delicious kiss.
“Yes it is.” Andy responded as she discarded the camera and rejoined her equally naked lover between the sheets.
Prompt - Queasy
Title: The Gardenia
Word Count: 231
Nigel Kipling was not adverse to brief sexual encounters or using ones talent to further their career. There were a few skeletons in his closet, some he was proud of. Some, he would give his left nut to keep under wraps.
But, even with these scandalous entanglements under his belt, he still wasn’t quite prepared for the image before him, the image that made him what to poke his own eyes out.
After what seemed like hours of cruising and schmoozing in the ballroom of the annual black and white ball, he was desperate to relieve his bladder. Dirty Martini in hand he strutted down the desolate hall way. He was about to abandon all hope of finding a lavatory in the endless maze of corridors, the legion of potted plants were beginning to look very appealing.
“Finally!” He spoke aloud as he spotted the ‘W/C’ sign, rushing towards it.
Opening the door, Nigel froze like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, the images flashed before his eyes like some horrific snuff film.
A sweating, panting, Irv Ravitz, with his pants bunched around his ankles, was thrusting like a jack rabbit into one Ms. Jacqueline Follet. Who; in turn, was in somewhat of an undignified position. But, to Irv’s credit seemed to be enjoying it!
Nigel swallowed back the bile that had risen in his throat and stealthy backed out of the room. That potted plant now seemed like a heavenly idea.
Prompt - Rumour
Title: Take that look off your face
Word Count: 161
“You must be mistaken, Lily. You couldn’t have seen her yesterday. She told me she was working. She was in the office all night…”
“I’m telling you Nate. It was her.”
“I can see what you’re doing; you would just love to be right wouldn’t you? I bet you were awake all night; couldn’t wait to see the look on my face? I’ve got news for you Lily, I already knew.” He paused, waiting for a reaction but she wouldn’t meet his eyes, hers remained firmly fixed to the ground. “If I’m not mistaken it’s been going on for months. I noticed the change, slowly at first. But then it got to a point where all I could see was the deceit. I could smell her; all over her…I can see through your smile, you never wanted us to make it. It’s too late now; I accepted the job in Boston. I’m leaving tonight.”
Prompt - Storm
Title: Riding out the Storm
Word Count: 221
Of all the tactical manoeuvres Andy had ever seen Miranda execute, this was by far her favourite.
The mission: distract a petrified Andrea from the storm.
The fire raged in the hearth, as Miranda straddled her younger lover. Taking Andrea’s hand, guiding it between her legs, she pushed three fingers into her wet core. Kissing her forcefully she began to ride against the hand forcing beautiful long fingers deeper and deeper inside.
She lifted her torso sitting straight, forcing the fingers even deeper. Andy looked up at the vision above her, eyes closed, her head thrown back in delectation. She watched in adoration as the goddess above her leaned forward again forcing Andy’s wrist against her clit and pushing her breasts in her face.
Taking full advantage of the position Andy took her nipple into her mouth biting the hardened bud playfully moving from one to the other.
Miranda released a carnal moan, thrusting harder against her fingers. Opening her eyes and staring into the deep pools of chocolate. It was the single most intimate moment of her life, staring into Andrea’s soul as she came. Without missing a beat she removed the hand still buried deep inside her and slid down her lover’s body. Using her legs to part Andrea’s on her decent; burying her face between her thighs.
The rain lashed relentlessly against the window, the wind howled like a caged beast around the townhouse and Andy didn’t even give it a second thought.
Prompt - Tutor
Title: The human head weighs10lbs
Word Count: 248
Crossing the Columbia Campus, she headed to the student jobs board, the advert jumped out at her immediately. ‘Dalton after school, tutoring programme.’ Scanning the page for the list of academic requirements, she tore a tag from the bottom with the contact information. Perfect!
She was given a small group of pre-teens, focusing on English literature. During her first week at Dalton she had been horrified by the obscene wealth all around her, children who were completely unaware of the real world. Her group, overall, were quite sweet and phenomenally bright; especially the twins.
The redheads had taken to Andy straight away, absorbing knowledge like two porous sponges, keen debaters, challenging her as a double tag team. Andy was captivated, they were truly talented.
The end of spring term brought around the monthly recital or as Andy chose to think of it: an evening of parental cooing. The twins had been working on a modern day take of a Shakespearean monologue with Andy’s help. They had begged and pleaded with her to attend. Just one look into those mirrored sapphire blues and she had been unable to refuse.
As she had predicted the performance went down a storm, they had a natural flare for drama. But Andy had been distracted throughout the performance, watching from her place back stage she had been mesmerised by the Goddess sitting in the front row. The stunning silver coiffure, the flawless skin and those sapphire blues.
It was lust at first sight…
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, I just like to play and make them do naughty, naughty things.
Rating: Various - R to be safe.
AN: Q and S are not safe for life! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!, I hope you enjoy! Your comments are really helping me bang these out at lightening speed (Yes,I am a loser and I didn't do my assignment weeks ago when grdnofevrythng set the challenge!)
AN2: I am dedicating S 'Riding out the storm' to my LJ wife acceb23 Ps. Have you found my bra yet? Is it under the bed?
AN3: I won't be posting U-Z until Sunday as its not quite ready to post yet and my "fails at life" boss is sending me somewhere like 1988 where they dont have internet access!
Prompt - Portrait
Title: Promise me tomorrow starts with you
Word Count: 202
Andy woke to the gentle breathing of her sleeping lover beside her. The sunlight beamed through the cracks in the drapes, casting beautiful shadows around the room. She wanted moments like these to last forever.
She silently lifted her naked body from beneath the sheets and crossed the room to retrieve her camera. The Lumix, a treasured gift, from the twins, on their first Christmas together.
Andy moved stealthily around the bed, digitally capturing the pure essence of her beloved.
She watched Miranda as she stirred gently, nuzzling her head into the pillow. Eyes still closed; her husky morning voice piqued. “Andrea, I can hear you smiling.”
Miranda’s irritability only caused Andy’s smile to grow wider. “Believe me if could see what I can you would never stop smiling again.”
Miranda let out an exasperated sigh and lifted her head to continue her tirade but as soon as she looked into the deep brown pools she couldn’t hold back her smile. She reached out a hand, beckoning the tenacious woman closer. “Good Morning” she spoke still smiling, pulling Andrea into a delicious kiss.
“Yes it is.” Andy responded as she discarded the camera and rejoined her equally naked lover between the sheets.
Prompt - Queasy
Title: The Gardenia
Word Count: 231
Nigel Kipling was not adverse to brief sexual encounters or using ones talent to further their career. There were a few skeletons in his closet, some he was proud of. Some, he would give his left nut to keep under wraps.
But, even with these scandalous entanglements under his belt, he still wasn’t quite prepared for the image before him, the image that made him what to poke his own eyes out.
After what seemed like hours of cruising and schmoozing in the ballroom of the annual black and white ball, he was desperate to relieve his bladder. Dirty Martini in hand he strutted down the desolate hall way. He was about to abandon all hope of finding a lavatory in the endless maze of corridors, the legion of potted plants were beginning to look very appealing.
“Finally!” He spoke aloud as he spotted the ‘W/C’ sign, rushing towards it.
Opening the door, Nigel froze like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, the images flashed before his eyes like some horrific snuff film.
A sweating, panting, Irv Ravitz, with his pants bunched around his ankles, was thrusting like a jack rabbit into one Ms. Jacqueline Follet. Who; in turn, was in somewhat of an undignified position. But, to Irv’s credit seemed to be enjoying it!
Nigel swallowed back the bile that had risen in his throat and stealthy backed out of the room. That potted plant now seemed like a heavenly idea.
Prompt - Rumour
Title: Take that look off your face
Word Count: 161
“You must be mistaken, Lily. You couldn’t have seen her yesterday. She told me she was working. She was in the office all night…”
“I’m telling you Nate. It was her.”
“I can see what you’re doing; you would just love to be right wouldn’t you? I bet you were awake all night; couldn’t wait to see the look on my face? I’ve got news for you Lily, I already knew.” He paused, waiting for a reaction but she wouldn’t meet his eyes, hers remained firmly fixed to the ground. “If I’m not mistaken it’s been going on for months. I noticed the change, slowly at first. But then it got to a point where all I could see was the deceit. I could smell her; all over her…I can see through your smile, you never wanted us to make it. It’s too late now; I accepted the job in Boston. I’m leaving tonight.”
Prompt - Storm
Title: Riding out the Storm
Word Count: 221
Of all the tactical manoeuvres Andy had ever seen Miranda execute, this was by far her favourite.
The mission: distract a petrified Andrea from the storm.
The fire raged in the hearth, as Miranda straddled her younger lover. Taking Andrea’s hand, guiding it between her legs, she pushed three fingers into her wet core. Kissing her forcefully she began to ride against the hand forcing beautiful long fingers deeper and deeper inside.
She lifted her torso sitting straight, forcing the fingers even deeper. Andy looked up at the vision above her, eyes closed, her head thrown back in delectation. She watched in adoration as the goddess above her leaned forward again forcing Andy’s wrist against her clit and pushing her breasts in her face.
Taking full advantage of the position Andy took her nipple into her mouth biting the hardened bud playfully moving from one to the other.
Miranda released a carnal moan, thrusting harder against her fingers. Opening her eyes and staring into the deep pools of chocolate. It was the single most intimate moment of her life, staring into Andrea’s soul as she came. Without missing a beat she removed the hand still buried deep inside her and slid down her lover’s body. Using her legs to part Andrea’s on her decent; burying her face between her thighs.
The rain lashed relentlessly against the window, the wind howled like a caged beast around the townhouse and Andy didn’t even give it a second thought.
Prompt - Tutor
Title: The human head weighs10lbs
Word Count: 248
Crossing the Columbia Campus, she headed to the student jobs board, the advert jumped out at her immediately. ‘Dalton after school, tutoring programme.’ Scanning the page for the list of academic requirements, she tore a tag from the bottom with the contact information. Perfect!
She was given a small group of pre-teens, focusing on English literature. During her first week at Dalton she had been horrified by the obscene wealth all around her, children who were completely unaware of the real world. Her group, overall, were quite sweet and phenomenally bright; especially the twins.
The redheads had taken to Andy straight away, absorbing knowledge like two porous sponges, keen debaters, challenging her as a double tag team. Andy was captivated, they were truly talented.
The end of spring term brought around the monthly recital or as Andy chose to think of it: an evening of parental cooing. The twins had been working on a modern day take of a Shakespearean monologue with Andy’s help. They had begged and pleaded with her to attend. Just one look into those mirrored sapphire blues and she had been unable to refuse.
As she had predicted the performance went down a storm, they had a natural flare for drama. But Andy had been distracted throughout the performance, watching from her place back stage she had been mesmerised by the Goddess sitting in the front row. The stunning silver coiffure, the flawless skin and those sapphire blues.
It was lust at first sight…