Where You Lead | NC17 | RPF (Meryl Streep/Amy Adams)
Title: Where You Lead
Fandom: Meryl Streep/Amy Adams, RPF
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2425
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Okay, here's the thing…I know I have major guilt issues when it comes to writing RPF and I'm still pretty sure that I'm a terrible person for doing it, but after seeing Amy's appearance on Letterman and seeing her in her Christian Lous (which are so Meryl), I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. And really, I've written so much boy/girl sex lately that I needed to balance it out with some girl on girl sex. So…that's my justification for this. I hope you'll forgive me for shoving more Meryl/Amy down your throats! Let me know what you think!
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"Pregnancy suits you."
Meryl regrets the words as soon as she's spoken them. Amy bristles slightly and Meryl hates that she's made her uncomfortable. She shouldn't have said anything and she knows this. Acknowledging the pregnancy has only served to draw attention to everything that they've been so good at avoiding. It is, of course, a reminder of the significant others that are so often betrayed, though they've reconciled themselves to their infidelities.
What's more, and what's inevitably worse, is the fact that by acknowledging the pregnancy, they're forced to face the reality that this affair will become much more infrequent if it does not cease entirely.
This troubles and perplexes them both. Neither of them wants the affair to end, though dwelling on this only leads to the inevitable resentment of the cause. Meryl does not want Amy to harbor any regrets over becoming pregnant. She considers motherhood a blessing and is genuinely happy to know that Amy will have the chance to experience it for herself. She knows that Amy will be a wonderful mother.
Despite this, Meryl cannot help feeling selfishly sad for how things will change. It's because of her desperation to cling to what little remaining time she has with Amy that she risked inviting her to her home. Meryl's family is dispersed throughout the city and none of them are scheduled to return for hours, though unforeseen circumstances are always a possibility. However, because Amy is promoting her newest film, she is in town and has a small amount of free time before filming a talk show later that evening. Meryl considers this to be a gift that she is unwilling to waste.
"Would you like some more tea? Or water? Or--" Meryl stands, looking down at Amy. She blinks expectantly and feels a little anxiety pool within her stomach. She doesn't want to waste this opportunity but feels inexplicably flustered.
Amy grabs her hand. "You don't have to play hostess with me. Nothing has changed yet." She tugs Meryl back onto the couch.
Yet. The word stings as it hits her.
When Amy draws her in and nuzzles her nose against Meryl's, she can't help but sigh and welcome the flutters in her belly. "Let's enjoy this, okay?"
Meryl nods and kisses her. This kiss, she realizes, is everything. It reminds them why they've done this for so long, why it's not worth it to talk in terms of expiration dates. Amy's hands cup Meryl's cheeks as she presses feather-light kisses against her mouth.
"I've missed this," Amy says against Meryl's lips. "So much."
Meryl wants to respond, wants to tell her that the time that has passed since the last time they were together has been excruciating, but she cannot speak as Amy's hands tug at her blouse. She palms her breasts, kneads them, rolls her nipples between fingers through the fabric of her shirt and bra, and Meryl sighs.
"No more talk," Amy orders. Her breathy, feminine voice hardens as she issues the words and Meryl clenches tight between her legs at the sound. Amy shifts then, pushing Meryl back against the arm of the couch before straddling her. She settles down against her thighs, giving a forgiving smile at her added weight. Meryl rolls her eyes and pulls Amy down for a kiss that she hopes will make Amy forget her insecurities.
Amy grinds her hips down against Meryl's and moans. "Mmmm," she says, leaning back up. She grins down mischievously at Meryl as she reaches for the bottom of her top. Not breaking eye contact, Amy drags the shirt over her head and drops it to the floor beside her. She bites her lip when her hands meet between her breasts and unhook the red bra's front clasp. She shimmies out of it and wiggles her hips as Meryl's eyes settle upon her swollen breasts, her achingly hard nipples, and the slight swell of her belly.
Meryl knows this is a very bad idea. She should, at the very least, move this to the upstairs guest room. She knows how terrible it would be to be caught with a half-naked woman sitting on top of her, but she can do nothing but reach out and toy with Amy's breasts.
Amy closes her eyes and hums in pleasure, arching her chest into Meryl's touch. Meryl pinches and rolls the hardened buds between her fingers, reveling in the way they grow taut at her ministrations.
The redhead pushes up Meryl's shirt and bra, not bothering to remove the offending articles of clothing. She dips her head down and takes a nipple between her teeth, sucking and laving at it with her tongue. Her hair dips down, caressing Meryl's skin. She smells, as always, like vanilla. The scent haunts her during the long stretches when they are not together. It's the only time she'll drink French vanilla coffee.
"So very soft…" Amy whispers, caressing her cheek against Meryl's flushed breast.
Meryl curves up against her, her shifting thighs creating a delicious friction against her clit. She is wet and has been from the minute Amy called to tell her she was in town.
Amy slips off of her then, settling her backside onto the couch as she pulls at Meryl's slacks. Meryl helpfully lifts her hips, watching as her navy pants and white panties are discarded beside them. She watches Amy's eyes as they sweep over her, settling between her legs. Meryl can feel herself growing hot; every cell in her body feels as though it's alive simply because of her gaze
Swallowing hard, Meryl eagerly looks on as Amy slides to her knees on the floor. She sits up and twists her body so that she is sitting up against the back of the couch and then shifts her leg so that Amy is kneeling between them.
Amy licks her lips and watches her own hands as they travel along smooth inner thighs, scratching fingernails leaving a red trail behind them. "You smell unbelievable." To punctuate her point, Amy closes her eyes and inhales deeply, moaning softly on the exhale. She pulls Meryl's hips a little closer to the edge of the sofa and leans forward, nuzzling her nose against the tuft of pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. Meryl squirms slightly and feels her head implode when the redhead eases her tongue between her lips.
Sometimes Meryl needs not to think. Sometimes it's all too much. She is not ungrateful for the way things have worked out for herself, but sometimes even she needs a moment to escape her own head.
This is the exact brand of mindlessness that Meryl needs and only Amy can provide. She should be thinking about the fact that she's bare-assed on her family's sofa being eaten out by a thirty-something year old woman, but she can't. She won't. She needs this.
Meryl closes her eyes, tipping her head back against the cushion. She threads her fingers through red locks with one hand and grips the back of the sofa with the other, widening her thighs as Amy scoots closer. Amy sweeps her tongue in broad strokes against Meryl's sex, awakening the very core of her. Meryl feels as though she may not survive this one: it's been so very long and Meryl is jerking already when Amy grazes her clit.
Amy likes to tease her, likes to draw her to the brink and keep her there, and today is no exception. She circles her tongue slowly around Meryl's clit, pressing harder with each pass. Meryl is particularly sensitive just to the left of her clit and Amy knows this, devoting extra time to laving the area with her tongue. Meryl rocks her hips and sighs, issuing little pleas for attention in the areas she needs it most.
"I love how you taste," Amy admits, pulling back long enough to make a lascivious show of licking the moisture from her lips. "So delicious…"
Meryl is panting hard now, shaking at the sight of Amy's chin coated in her own arousal. She issues another moan when Amy purses her lips and blows against her. She jerks. "Oh!"
Amy giggles at the sound before recommitting with surprising thoroughness, this time focusing strictly on her clit. She sucks on it, drawing it between her teeth before soothing it with long, lazy strokes. Pressing Meryl's thighs wider apart, Amy raises both arms, sliding beneath Meryl's blouse to cup her breasts.
Meryl's moans seem to come from somewhere within her, somewhere further away. She's on another plane, transported by Amy's eager mouth and hands. It's overwhelming to be focused on so completely, for her pleasure to be someone's sole priority. Cupping Amy's head, long red tendrils knotted around her fingers, Meryl moves her entire body in waves, ebbing and flowing with each singular movement that Amy devotes to her. Before Meryl is entirely prepared and sooner than she hopes, Meryl falls over the precipice, coming with a cry that rings throughout the living room. Her body does not convulse so much as it shatters, every atom in her being crying out from its cataclysmic release.
Meryl sags back against the couch and feels her arms and legs momentarily go numb. It scares her for a moment that she has absolutely no control to her body. She sees flashes of black behind closed eyelids.
She hears Amy shifting and, after stifling a grunt of effort, Amy settles back upon her lap. She is no longer wearing pants.
Meryl opens her eyes and looks up at Amy's flushed face. Splotches of brilliant red stain her pale cheeks. Her eyes are bright. "You're amazing, you know that?" Amy asks, leaning forward to press a kiss to Meryl's forehead. "I can't get enough of you." She kisses Meryl's temple.
"Nor I you," Meryl responds, sweeping Amy's hair to the side to expose the column of her throat. She rakes her teeth along pale, sensitive flesh and Amy shivers. She smoothes her tongue along Amy's rapidly quickening pulse, loving the steady beat of flesh and blood beneath her mouth.
"Nobody makes me feel the way that you do," Amy utters, her words so quiet they're nearly inaudible. Meryl hears, however, and gets a thrill. He doesn't make her feel this way. It's her one advantage.
"Good," Meryl replies. Her hands began to search her body, caressing every inch of skin that is bared to her. She knows this body by heart but it has changed slightly because of the pregnancy. Her cheeks are more round, her breasts more full. Her belly is no longer flat. Meryl finds these changes enthralling. She memorizes these new curves and learns Amy's body all over again. It will change further before they meet again, and it will never be the same as it once had been. Meryl finds herself looking forward to each new discovery.
When Meryl brushes her fingers between Amy's legs, the younger woman gasps. She grins and begins to tease her fingers gently along her slit, wetting her fingers with Amy's weeping arousal. Amy grips Meryl's shoulders and rocks her hips in time with her movements.
"I can't believe how long it's been," Amy says, sighing when Meryl's fingers part her folds. "I think about you all the time when I--oooh!" Meryl's fingers circle around her sensitive opening, curling slightly inside before slipping back out. "It's never enough….I need…" Amy moans when Meryl presses her thumb against her clit.
Meryl sinks her middle finger inside of her then and bites her lip to feel how hot and wet she is. She draws the finger out and adds a second, and this time Amy rocks her hips to accept her digits. "Is this what you need?"
Amy rises and falls several times on her fingers before shaking her head. "No…more…please…I need more…"
The desperation in her voice forces Meryl to close her eyes and catch her breath while she poises a third finger at Amy's entrance. She pushes them forward, stretching the younger woman and filling her completely. Amy cries out her assent and begins to ride her fingers in earnest.
Meryl leans in and takes Amy's nipple into her mouth. She can smell the vanilla of Amy's body wash on her skin. Meryl considers buying new bath products but forgets the idea as soon as Amy begins to swivel her hips and slam down harder on her hand. She meets each of Amy's thrusts with her own and curls her fingers, ignoring the ache in her wrist to give Amy exactly what she needs. It doesn't matter that her wrist will hurt for days afterwards: what matters is that Amy feels exactly the same way she did only minutes before.
As Amy begins to quiver, she lurches forward and presses her mouth to Meryl's in a desperate kiss. She bucks wildly against her hand before she comes with a cry against Meryl's lips. Meryl moves her fingers through each spasm, delighting in the surge of moisture that seeps out of the younger woman.
Amy relaxes against Meryl, wrapping her arms around her neck as she lifts her hips to allow Meryl's fingers to slide out. Meryl's arms coil around Amy's waist and she hugs her close.
"I wish we had more time," Meryl says after a long moment of silence.
"Me too." Amy sighs and sits back on Meryl's thighs. "Will you watch me tonight?"
"Of course I will," Meryl responds, kissing Amy's freckled nose. "What are you wearing?"
"A red dress…"
"Mmm…" Meryl smiles. She likes Amy in red and she tells her as much.
"I bought new shoes too, just for the occasion."
"Oh?"
"Open-toed Louboutins…" She blushes. "They remind me of you."
Meryl feels a surge of warmth in her chest. "Then I hope you will wear them often."
Amy smiles and nuzzles her nose against Meryl's cheek. "Think we have time to shower before I have to go?"
Meryl knows she should say no. Her children -- her husband -- could come home early. She nods. "Yes. We do."
Amy beams at her and stands up, collecting their clothes in her hands. She is unabashed in her nakedness. Though Meryl is less comfortable, she is too distracted by Amy's smooth, pale flesh to care.
"That means I get to smell like you tonight. I like the thought of that."
"Me too." Meryl takes Amy's extended hand and allows her to lead the way, silently promising to follow wherever Amy happens to lead.
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Fandom: Meryl Streep/Amy Adams, RPF
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2425
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Okay, here's the thing…I know I have major guilt issues when it comes to writing RPF and I'm still pretty sure that I'm a terrible person for doing it, but after seeing Amy's appearance on Letterman and seeing her in her Christian Lous (which are so Meryl), I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. And really, I've written so much boy/girl sex lately that I needed to balance it out with some girl on girl sex. So…that's my justification for this. I hope you'll forgive me for shoving more Meryl/Amy down your throats! Let me know what you think!
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"Pregnancy suits you."
Meryl regrets the words as soon as she's spoken them. Amy bristles slightly and Meryl hates that she's made her uncomfortable. She shouldn't have said anything and she knows this. Acknowledging the pregnancy has only served to draw attention to everything that they've been so good at avoiding. It is, of course, a reminder of the significant others that are so often betrayed, though they've reconciled themselves to their infidelities.
What's more, and what's inevitably worse, is the fact that by acknowledging the pregnancy, they're forced to face the reality that this affair will become much more infrequent if it does not cease entirely.
This troubles and perplexes them both. Neither of them wants the affair to end, though dwelling on this only leads to the inevitable resentment of the cause. Meryl does not want Amy to harbor any regrets over becoming pregnant. She considers motherhood a blessing and is genuinely happy to know that Amy will have the chance to experience it for herself. She knows that Amy will be a wonderful mother.
Despite this, Meryl cannot help feeling selfishly sad for how things will change. It's because of her desperation to cling to what little remaining time she has with Amy that she risked inviting her to her home. Meryl's family is dispersed throughout the city and none of them are scheduled to return for hours, though unforeseen circumstances are always a possibility. However, because Amy is promoting her newest film, she is in town and has a small amount of free time before filming a talk show later that evening. Meryl considers this to be a gift that she is unwilling to waste.
"Would you like some more tea? Or water? Or--" Meryl stands, looking down at Amy. She blinks expectantly and feels a little anxiety pool within her stomach. She doesn't want to waste this opportunity but feels inexplicably flustered.
Amy grabs her hand. "You don't have to play hostess with me. Nothing has changed yet." She tugs Meryl back onto the couch.
Yet. The word stings as it hits her.
When Amy draws her in and nuzzles her nose against Meryl's, she can't help but sigh and welcome the flutters in her belly. "Let's enjoy this, okay?"
Meryl nods and kisses her. This kiss, she realizes, is everything. It reminds them why they've done this for so long, why it's not worth it to talk in terms of expiration dates. Amy's hands cup Meryl's cheeks as she presses feather-light kisses against her mouth.
"I've missed this," Amy says against Meryl's lips. "So much."
Meryl wants to respond, wants to tell her that the time that has passed since the last time they were together has been excruciating, but she cannot speak as Amy's hands tug at her blouse. She palms her breasts, kneads them, rolls her nipples between fingers through the fabric of her shirt and bra, and Meryl sighs.
"No more talk," Amy orders. Her breathy, feminine voice hardens as she issues the words and Meryl clenches tight between her legs at the sound. Amy shifts then, pushing Meryl back against the arm of the couch before straddling her. She settles down against her thighs, giving a forgiving smile at her added weight. Meryl rolls her eyes and pulls Amy down for a kiss that she hopes will make Amy forget her insecurities.
Amy grinds her hips down against Meryl's and moans. "Mmmm," she says, leaning back up. She grins down mischievously at Meryl as she reaches for the bottom of her top. Not breaking eye contact, Amy drags the shirt over her head and drops it to the floor beside her. She bites her lip when her hands meet between her breasts and unhook the red bra's front clasp. She shimmies out of it and wiggles her hips as Meryl's eyes settle upon her swollen breasts, her achingly hard nipples, and the slight swell of her belly.
Meryl knows this is a very bad idea. She should, at the very least, move this to the upstairs guest room. She knows how terrible it would be to be caught with a half-naked woman sitting on top of her, but she can do nothing but reach out and toy with Amy's breasts.
Amy closes her eyes and hums in pleasure, arching her chest into Meryl's touch. Meryl pinches and rolls the hardened buds between her fingers, reveling in the way they grow taut at her ministrations.
The redhead pushes up Meryl's shirt and bra, not bothering to remove the offending articles of clothing. She dips her head down and takes a nipple between her teeth, sucking and laving at it with her tongue. Her hair dips down, caressing Meryl's skin. She smells, as always, like vanilla. The scent haunts her during the long stretches when they are not together. It's the only time she'll drink French vanilla coffee.
"So very soft…" Amy whispers, caressing her cheek against Meryl's flushed breast.
Meryl curves up against her, her shifting thighs creating a delicious friction against her clit. She is wet and has been from the minute Amy called to tell her she was in town.
Amy slips off of her then, settling her backside onto the couch as she pulls at Meryl's slacks. Meryl helpfully lifts her hips, watching as her navy pants and white panties are discarded beside them. She watches Amy's eyes as they sweep over her, settling between her legs. Meryl can feel herself growing hot; every cell in her body feels as though it's alive simply because of her gaze
Swallowing hard, Meryl eagerly looks on as Amy slides to her knees on the floor. She sits up and twists her body so that she is sitting up against the back of the couch and then shifts her leg so that Amy is kneeling between them.
Amy licks her lips and watches her own hands as they travel along smooth inner thighs, scratching fingernails leaving a red trail behind them. "You smell unbelievable." To punctuate her point, Amy closes her eyes and inhales deeply, moaning softly on the exhale. She pulls Meryl's hips a little closer to the edge of the sofa and leans forward, nuzzling her nose against the tuft of pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. Meryl squirms slightly and feels her head implode when the redhead eases her tongue between her lips.
Sometimes Meryl needs not to think. Sometimes it's all too much. She is not ungrateful for the way things have worked out for herself, but sometimes even she needs a moment to escape her own head.
This is the exact brand of mindlessness that Meryl needs and only Amy can provide. She should be thinking about the fact that she's bare-assed on her family's sofa being eaten out by a thirty-something year old woman, but she can't. She won't. She needs this.
Meryl closes her eyes, tipping her head back against the cushion. She threads her fingers through red locks with one hand and grips the back of the sofa with the other, widening her thighs as Amy scoots closer. Amy sweeps her tongue in broad strokes against Meryl's sex, awakening the very core of her. Meryl feels as though she may not survive this one: it's been so very long and Meryl is jerking already when Amy grazes her clit.
Amy likes to tease her, likes to draw her to the brink and keep her there, and today is no exception. She circles her tongue slowly around Meryl's clit, pressing harder with each pass. Meryl is particularly sensitive just to the left of her clit and Amy knows this, devoting extra time to laving the area with her tongue. Meryl rocks her hips and sighs, issuing little pleas for attention in the areas she needs it most.
"I love how you taste," Amy admits, pulling back long enough to make a lascivious show of licking the moisture from her lips. "So delicious…"
Meryl is panting hard now, shaking at the sight of Amy's chin coated in her own arousal. She issues another moan when Amy purses her lips and blows against her. She jerks. "Oh!"
Amy giggles at the sound before recommitting with surprising thoroughness, this time focusing strictly on her clit. She sucks on it, drawing it between her teeth before soothing it with long, lazy strokes. Pressing Meryl's thighs wider apart, Amy raises both arms, sliding beneath Meryl's blouse to cup her breasts.
Meryl's moans seem to come from somewhere within her, somewhere further away. She's on another plane, transported by Amy's eager mouth and hands. It's overwhelming to be focused on so completely, for her pleasure to be someone's sole priority. Cupping Amy's head, long red tendrils knotted around her fingers, Meryl moves her entire body in waves, ebbing and flowing with each singular movement that Amy devotes to her. Before Meryl is entirely prepared and sooner than she hopes, Meryl falls over the precipice, coming with a cry that rings throughout the living room. Her body does not convulse so much as it shatters, every atom in her being crying out from its cataclysmic release.
Meryl sags back against the couch and feels her arms and legs momentarily go numb. It scares her for a moment that she has absolutely no control to her body. She sees flashes of black behind closed eyelids.
She hears Amy shifting and, after stifling a grunt of effort, Amy settles back upon her lap. She is no longer wearing pants.
Meryl opens her eyes and looks up at Amy's flushed face. Splotches of brilliant red stain her pale cheeks. Her eyes are bright. "You're amazing, you know that?" Amy asks, leaning forward to press a kiss to Meryl's forehead. "I can't get enough of you." She kisses Meryl's temple.
"Nor I you," Meryl responds, sweeping Amy's hair to the side to expose the column of her throat. She rakes her teeth along pale, sensitive flesh and Amy shivers. She smoothes her tongue along Amy's rapidly quickening pulse, loving the steady beat of flesh and blood beneath her mouth.
"Nobody makes me feel the way that you do," Amy utters, her words so quiet they're nearly inaudible. Meryl hears, however, and gets a thrill. He doesn't make her feel this way. It's her one advantage.
"Good," Meryl replies. Her hands began to search her body, caressing every inch of skin that is bared to her. She knows this body by heart but it has changed slightly because of the pregnancy. Her cheeks are more round, her breasts more full. Her belly is no longer flat. Meryl finds these changes enthralling. She memorizes these new curves and learns Amy's body all over again. It will change further before they meet again, and it will never be the same as it once had been. Meryl finds herself looking forward to each new discovery.
When Meryl brushes her fingers between Amy's legs, the younger woman gasps. She grins and begins to tease her fingers gently along her slit, wetting her fingers with Amy's weeping arousal. Amy grips Meryl's shoulders and rocks her hips in time with her movements.
"I can't believe how long it's been," Amy says, sighing when Meryl's fingers part her folds. "I think about you all the time when I--oooh!" Meryl's fingers circle around her sensitive opening, curling slightly inside before slipping back out. "It's never enough….I need…" Amy moans when Meryl presses her thumb against her clit.
Meryl sinks her middle finger inside of her then and bites her lip to feel how hot and wet she is. She draws the finger out and adds a second, and this time Amy rocks her hips to accept her digits. "Is this what you need?"
Amy rises and falls several times on her fingers before shaking her head. "No…more…please…I need more…"
The desperation in her voice forces Meryl to close her eyes and catch her breath while she poises a third finger at Amy's entrance. She pushes them forward, stretching the younger woman and filling her completely. Amy cries out her assent and begins to ride her fingers in earnest.
Meryl leans in and takes Amy's nipple into her mouth. She can smell the vanilla of Amy's body wash on her skin. Meryl considers buying new bath products but forgets the idea as soon as Amy begins to swivel her hips and slam down harder on her hand. She meets each of Amy's thrusts with her own and curls her fingers, ignoring the ache in her wrist to give Amy exactly what she needs. It doesn't matter that her wrist will hurt for days afterwards: what matters is that Amy feels exactly the same way she did only minutes before.
As Amy begins to quiver, she lurches forward and presses her mouth to Meryl's in a desperate kiss. She bucks wildly against her hand before she comes with a cry against Meryl's lips. Meryl moves her fingers through each spasm, delighting in the surge of moisture that seeps out of the younger woman.
Amy relaxes against Meryl, wrapping her arms around her neck as she lifts her hips to allow Meryl's fingers to slide out. Meryl's arms coil around Amy's waist and she hugs her close.
"I wish we had more time," Meryl says after a long moment of silence.
"Me too." Amy sighs and sits back on Meryl's thighs. "Will you watch me tonight?"
"Of course I will," Meryl responds, kissing Amy's freckled nose. "What are you wearing?"
"A red dress…"
"Mmm…" Meryl smiles. She likes Amy in red and she tells her as much.
"I bought new shoes too, just for the occasion."
"Oh?"
"Open-toed Louboutins…" She blushes. "They remind me of you."
Meryl feels a surge of warmth in her chest. "Then I hope you will wear them often."
Amy smiles and nuzzles her nose against Meryl's cheek. "Think we have time to shower before I have to go?"
Meryl knows she should say no. Her children -- her husband -- could come home early. She nods. "Yes. We do."
Amy beams at her and stands up, collecting their clothes in her hands. She is unabashed in her nakedness. Though Meryl is less comfortable, she is too distracted by Amy's smooth, pale flesh to care.
"That means I get to smell like you tonight. I like the thought of that."
"Me too." Meryl takes Amy's extended hand and allows her to lead the way, silently promising to follow wherever Amy happens to lead.
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