priestly's piece of paradise (2/?)
Priestly's Piece of Paradise
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Donna
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada or Mamma Mia or Meryl Streep: I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made off of this and no infringement is intended.
summary Caroline, Cassidy, Andy, Emily and Nigel come to see how Miranda is settling into her new life of leisure. Is retirement everything Miranda dreamed it would be or is it driving her slowly over the edge into insanity?
Author's Note Continuation in the fic verse set up in Letters to the Editor ♥
Part One
Members of the wait staff milled around the dining room with the trays of appetizers. Among the food items were stuffed spicy peppers with feta, fried zucchini, dakos, saganki, and two spreads with crackers: olive tappinade and a yogurt and olive spread, specialty of the house.
Miranda had a little bit of each. They were all foods that she’d become familiar with and the few things that she hadn’t liked at first had grown on her. Donna exclusively served Greek food to her guests but often made separate meals for the two of them.
Donna sat with her arm loosely around Miranda’s shoulders and her body turned to Andy as they conversed about her recent promotion to managing editor of the newly revamped online news. Being the only current member of the staff proficient with computers and HTML she’d been given the promotion. Donna admitted that she knew nothing about computers and Andy launched into her own special brand of Computers for Dummies.
Miranda turned her attention to the girls. Caroline was enthusiastically describing her recent academics in great detail. Cassidy did the same for her recent athletics, regaling Miranda with the stories of the impossible throws she’d made and how she almost single handedly won at least two games. Miranda silently wondered how well Cassidy’s academics were holding up to her full athletic calendar. Cassidy was grateful that Miranda didn’t ask.
Dinner was leisurely and comfortable. Emily sobered quickly and added her dry British wit to the conversation. Miranda watched Andy and Emily interacting and decided she didn’t think the relationship was doomed, she knew from doomed relationships. Everything they said to each other was snide or sarcastic but their body language was still genial. They leaned into each other when they spoke and touched often. Miranda felt sure that they’d overcome whatever hump they were currently on top of. She also thought that part of the problem was probably their respective promotions, causing new strain. That would all smooth out eventually.
The other guests had retired and the wait staff cleared dinner away, bringing coffee, cocktails and dessert for the New Yorkers and Donna. Skye and Sophie had even packed it in and called it a night and Donna was fading fast. Nigel, Emily, Andy and the twins had the advantage of having shifted time zones and had hit a second wind with a ferocious voracity. Miranda, Donna swore, didn’t actually need sleep.
Donna yawned and she knew that was it. She stood up slowly from the table. “I’m going to have to hit the hay, I’m afraid.” She leant down and kissed the top of Miranda’s head.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take your time. I’ll be asleep. I won’t know the difference.” Donna smiled. She crossed to the other side of the table and hugged the girls. They kissed her cheeks and everyone wished her a good night.
Donna sleepily dragged herself up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom. She smiled the whole way there, content to know that Miranda was happy and ecstatic that she had made it happen. She crawled under the covers and curled up towards Miranda’s side of the bed, snuggling up to Miranda’s pillow. She took a deep breath and could smell Miranda in the fabric.
Day Two
In the morning she awoke with Miranda curled around her. She had her arm over Donna’s stomach and her face buried in her hair.
Donna rubbed her eyes and shifted. Miranda moved with her. Donna kissed her softly on the lips, “I have to get up but you can sleep.”
Miranda mumbled a protest but instantly fell back asleep as Donna extricated herself.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she moved through the utility staircase and down into the kitchen. She found the twins there.
Cassidy sipped a cup of coffee leisurely and Caroline leaned against the table and clutched a mug like her life depended on it.
Donna looked concerned and Cassidy put a hand on her sister’s hunched shoulders, “she had a little too much to drink last night.”
Donna nodded knowingly. She moved to the sink and poured a glass of water and found a bottle of aspirin. She set the glass and two aspirin in front of Caroline, “some things they don’t teach you in school. Drink at least as much water as you had alcohol and take a vasodilator.”
“A what?”
“A vasodilator. It expands the veins so blood can move more freely. It’s what you take when you have a headache.”
Caroline gulped the aspirin down. “Thanks.” She said weakly.
“No problem. It’s in everyone’s best interest for you to feel better before your mother gets up and joins us.”
Cassidy looked at the clock, “not to worry. She stayed up even longer than we did. She’ll be in bed for a while.”
“Well,” Donna shrugged, “she’s been sleeping less than she used to, so who knows? I suggest getting better in a hurry, regardless.”
“I’m trying, Donna, believe me.”
**
Andy rolled over in bed and looked over at Emily’s sleeping form. She sighed softly. She could remember that she had once fallen in love with Emily. She could still even remember the reasons why she’d fallen in love with her. For some reason it wasn’t enough to remember them, it wasn’t enough to want to still love her.
Andy rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Time to face another day and she was determined to enjoy her vacation, Emily or no Emily.
**
By the time noon had rolled around Miranda was showered, dressed, caffeinated and fed. She was the last to get up and her guests had all gone to explore the island. Miranda changed into her bathing suit and took her book and towel down to the beach.
That was where Andy found her an hour later. Miranda shielded her eyes from the sun and beckoned Andy to join her.
Andy laid out on her own towel and stretched out in the warm sun. Miranda took out her sunblock and started applying a second coat, “how’s your island exploring going?”
“It’s going well. I walked around with Caroline and Cassidy.” Andy said, “they met up with a group of friends though, so I split off on my own.”
“They’re good guides, they know this island pretty well.”
“So is this what you do every day?” Andy smiled.
Miranda nodded, “it is.” She set the book down. “A couple hours a day I lay out in the sun and read.”
“You have it rough, Miranda.”
Miranda rolled her eyes with a small smile. “I’m a little bored.” Miranda admitted, “my days are routine. It’s a great routine, don’t get me wrong. But every day is the same. Tell me more about your promotion.”
Andy sighed, “I don’t know. Nigel said something to me once when I was still working at Runway. Let’s see if I can remember exactly how he put it… let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke, then it’s time for a promotion. I didn’t think a whole lot about it until Paris and I thought ‘holy shit. I have to get out of here, Runway is going to kill me.’ I’m finding out that leaving Runway was a temporary solution. I thought that by escaping Runway I could escape that. But it’s really true. My whole life has gone up in smoke and I got a promotion.”
Miranda smiled indulgently, “you’re young. With youth comes a flare for the dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic.”
“You are.” Miranda insisted, “your life isn’t falling apart. You have a good job, good friends who love you and you’re going through a rough patch in your relationship. Let’s call it the four year itch. There’s sort of a patch of hopelessness in a relationship once the initial passion is ending and the familiarity and comfort are taking over. Sometimes it’s long, sometimes it’s short. Sometimes relationships don’t make it through.”
“And you’ve gone through this?”
“More times than I can count. With the twins’ father it was a very long period of contempt which finally culminated in a divorce. My first husband and I made it through but ultimately I learned that Latin American secretaries are hard to compete with.”
“Did you go through it with Donna?”
“I’m pretty sure.” Miranda thought about it for a moment. “I think we went through it before I moved out here. There was a stretch of time that was about a month long that she’d call me and I was feeling like she was being clingy and needy. I kept the conversations curt and short, she’s too smart to put up with that. She told me to call her when I got over myself.”
“That all only took a month?”
“I called her two days after her ultimatum.”
“It’s really remarkable how different you’ve become.” Andy watched her for a moment. “If Stephen had said that to you you’d’ve served him divorce papers before he could hang up the phone.”
Miranda shrugged, “people change.”
“You don’t believe that.”
“I don’t believe people change on their own.” Miranda corrected, “there has to be a catalyst for change and it’s never instantaneous, I think some people change so slowly that it’s easy to miss.”
Andy sighed. “Am I changing?”
Miranda nodded.
“For the better?”
“You’re the only one who can answer that. You have to live with you, no one else does.”
Day Three
Nigel faced himself in the mirror. “Come on, old boy.” He said to the reflection, “don’t chicken out this time. Miranda’s reasonable… well, no, she can be completely unreasonable sometimes… but she’s not heartless…”
He jumped when he heard the knock on the door. “What is it?” He called.
“Breakfast is served,” Andy responded, “it’s been ready for half an hour.”
“I’ll be right there.” He sighed, unable to keep the annoyance out his voice.
“They’re going to clear it away in ten minutes.” Andy said softly, “and don’t get mad at me because you’re hungover again this morning.”
Nigel took a deep breath. “Andy, I’m sorry.” He opened the door and found that Andy had already retreated. Time to make amends later.
**
Miranda laid in bed, her arm was up behind her head and her clothing was half removed. She was waiting for Donna to reenter the room from the bathroom. “Baby, I’m going to go to the mainland this afternoon, do you want to-”
Miranda blinked innocently, “do I want to what?” Miranda’s fingers traveled down her torso and traced her curves.
Donna wasted no time, she straddled Miranda’s hips and ground down against her, “do you want to scream my name as I make you come?”
Miranda moaned, “I’ll clear my schedule.”
Donna’s hand slid up the inside of Miranda’s thigh, “your body is so sexy.” Donna leaned down and dragged her teeth over Miranda’s neck.
Miranda grabbed the hem of Donna’s shirt and quickly and easily yanked it up over her creamy skin. Donna sat up and Miranda finished removing the garment. Quickly Miranda removed her pants and found that she had not put on underwear.
Donna looked down to see Miranda grinning with lust. Donna blushed, “I need to do laundry.”
“I’m not complaining,” Miranda purred, her fingers immediately snaking into the blonde pubic hair and slipping through the slick wetness to sink into her pussy.
Donna hissed, Miranda had an uncanny ability to turn the tables on her. Miranda wrapped her arm around Donna’s waist, pulling her down onto her fingers as hard as she could. Donna’s back arched and she ground her hips down.
The fingers twisted and thrust inside her. Donna’s fingers slipped into Miranda’s hair and her eyes rolled back into her head. Miranda was well aware of all of the right buttons to press, she knew just where to push to drive Donna completely mad.
If there had ever been a time when Donna thought she’d miss having sex with men it was a very distant memory. She clung to Miranda as she tugged her strings like a puppet master, each action specific and precise.
Miranda’s breath was ragged as she drove into Donna, a thin layer of sweat coated her hot body. Donna’s come dripped down Miranda’s slender fingers as the muscles clamped down.
Donna rode the fingers hard, gripping Miranda’s hair for all she was worth. Finally, the sensations overtook her as she collapsed onto the older woman and held her tightly as she gasped for air.
Miranda reached up and gently coaxed Donna’s fingers from her silver hair. Donna laughed embarassedly, “I did it again, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did, beautiful.” Miranda smiled, “it may be white, but it’s still attached. My brittle old body doesn’t need you to help it along.”
“You are anything but brittle, Miranda.” Donna sat up and ran her hands over Miranda’s midsection. “You’re only sixty.”
Miranda scoffed, “only sixty…”
“Sweetheart, you have a body a forty-year-old would kill for.” Donna’s fingers tapped Miranda’s stomach, which was taut and tight from her island gallivanting - both Staten and Greek. “Can we take this conversation as read? It always ends the same way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You feel bad about your age, I tell you how flawless your body is and you still hate it. The fact of the matter is that your body is a million times better than mine.”
“I’m having a bit of a midlife crisis.”
“I noticed that, beautiful.” Donna said soothingly, reaching up and caressing her scalp. “You’re feeling a bit of purposelessness. Let’s get this out of the way: your body is beautiful. You’re devastatingly intelligent. Your daughters love you, my daughter loves you. Most importantly, I love you, I am in love with you. There is not a thing in the world that is wrong with you.”
“You are perfect, Donna,” Miranda closed her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m a saint for putting up with you,” Donna said playfully leaning in and kissing Miranda’s forehead. Miranda wrinkled her nose in a faux annoyance. Donna’s laugh was so warm and genuine that Miranda couldn’t even pretend to be offended.
“What are you going into the mainland for?” Miranda wanted to bring the subject back to its original destination. Miranda’s fingers came up and circled around Donna’s nipple idly.
Donna sighed contentedly, leaning into Miranda, “um.” She said, trying vainly to remember what had prompted her to go to the mainland in the first place. Donna laughed, “I don’t remember.”
Miranda’s other hand slipped between Donna’s legs, “maybe you should get your memory checked out.”
“Oh… Miranda…” she groaned, her eyes slipping shut, her lips parting and soft whimpers falling out as Miranda’s fingers caressed her opening. Donna’s hands shook as she brought them up to Miranda’s hair.
Miranda quirked an eyebrow, her eyes trying to follow Donna’s movements. Miranda’s heart skipped a beat as she waited to see if Donna would remove her hands on her own.
Donna moaned, sliding further down onto Miranda’s fingers.
Miranda let out a loud yelp as Donna clenched her fingers, tugging harshly on Miranda’s hair, her already bruised and beaten scalp refusing to endure any more abuse. Donna released immediately but not before the tears had sprung to Miranda’s eyes.
Donna bit her lip, “Miranda, I am so sorry!” She cried apologetically, reaching out to stroke Miranda’s hair.
Miranda flinched and shied away from Donna’s hands. “I will accompany you to the mainland.” She pouted, getting out from under Donna. Donna watched helplessly as she started to gather up her clothing. “I’m going to invest in a good pair of handcuffs.” Miranda spat, but when Donna looked at her eyes she could see that they were playful rather than vengeful.
Donna smiled, “so you don’t hate me?”
“Me? I could never hate you.” Miranda pulled her deep purple Donna Karan tank top on and shook out her hair. “My scalp on the other hand…”
“Oh sweetheart,” Donna got off the bed and went to Miranda, Miranda jumped back.
“Hey killer, keep those paws to yourself.” Miranda laughed, “get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
**
Miranda’s sunglasses barely shielded her eyes from the afternoon sun that beat down on the women as she and Donna walked down the pier. They stood at the end of the line as other people boarded the ferry.
Normally Miranda would be complaining that they were last and probably would have to stand except that it was unquestionably Miranda’s fault that they arrived fashionably late.
Miranda was about to step up onto the ferry when Skye yelled out, “Miranda! Hey, I’m glad I caught you in time.”
“What is it?” She furrowed her brow.
“The DHL man was just here, you must have missed him. He brought this for you. It says urgent so I thought I should get it to you.”
“Well,” she looked at the sealed letter, “thank you, Skye.”
“Have a good time on the mainland.”
“We will,” Donna smiled, “and I’ll get those magazines for you.”
“You’re one in a million, Donna,” he grinned before trotting back towards the hotel.
Miranda climbed aboard the ferry and looked around. Just as she’s suspected. There were open seats all over the place, but two together? Not a chance. She hmphed.
Donna put a hand on her arm, “it’s okay, it’s not a long ride. So we’ll sit apart for twenty minutes. We’ll spend all afternoon together and we’ll arrive fashionably early for the return ferry.”
“I should buy a boat.” Miranda grumbled, taking a seat next to a woman she’d seen around the island a few times.
Donna smiled at her from across the ferry, taking a seat next to one of the women that worked in the kitchen at Villa Donna, they greeted each other familiarly.
Miranda grumbled to herself as she started to rip open the letter. It was from England and who would be sending her an urgent letter from England? She was partially worried that there was a question about her record but tried to will herself to stay calm. Everything had been taken care of.
Donna watched Miranda’s eyes scan over the page, her posture becoming more rigid and her body language becoming anxious.
“Mira?” Donna called out to her.
Miranda looked up from the letter and frowned, pursing her lips.
“Is everything okay?”
Miranda shook her head slowly.
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Donna
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada or Mamma Mia or Meryl Streep: I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made off of this and no infringement is intended.
summary Caroline, Cassidy, Andy, Emily and Nigel come to see how Miranda is settling into her new life of leisure. Is retirement everything Miranda dreamed it would be or is it driving her slowly over the edge into insanity?
Author's Note Continuation in the fic verse set up in Letters to the Editor ♥
Part One
Members of the wait staff milled around the dining room with the trays of appetizers. Among the food items were stuffed spicy peppers with feta, fried zucchini, dakos, saganki, and two spreads with crackers: olive tappinade and a yogurt and olive spread, specialty of the house.
Miranda had a little bit of each. They were all foods that she’d become familiar with and the few things that she hadn’t liked at first had grown on her. Donna exclusively served Greek food to her guests but often made separate meals for the two of them.
Donna sat with her arm loosely around Miranda’s shoulders and her body turned to Andy as they conversed about her recent promotion to managing editor of the newly revamped online news. Being the only current member of the staff proficient with computers and HTML she’d been given the promotion. Donna admitted that she knew nothing about computers and Andy launched into her own special brand of Computers for Dummies.
Miranda turned her attention to the girls. Caroline was enthusiastically describing her recent academics in great detail. Cassidy did the same for her recent athletics, regaling Miranda with the stories of the impossible throws she’d made and how she almost single handedly won at least two games. Miranda silently wondered how well Cassidy’s academics were holding up to her full athletic calendar. Cassidy was grateful that Miranda didn’t ask.
Dinner was leisurely and comfortable. Emily sobered quickly and added her dry British wit to the conversation. Miranda watched Andy and Emily interacting and decided she didn’t think the relationship was doomed, she knew from doomed relationships. Everything they said to each other was snide or sarcastic but their body language was still genial. They leaned into each other when they spoke and touched often. Miranda felt sure that they’d overcome whatever hump they were currently on top of. She also thought that part of the problem was probably their respective promotions, causing new strain. That would all smooth out eventually.
The other guests had retired and the wait staff cleared dinner away, bringing coffee, cocktails and dessert for the New Yorkers and Donna. Skye and Sophie had even packed it in and called it a night and Donna was fading fast. Nigel, Emily, Andy and the twins had the advantage of having shifted time zones and had hit a second wind with a ferocious voracity. Miranda, Donna swore, didn’t actually need sleep.
Donna yawned and she knew that was it. She stood up slowly from the table. “I’m going to have to hit the hay, I’m afraid.” She leant down and kissed the top of Miranda’s head.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take your time. I’ll be asleep. I won’t know the difference.” Donna smiled. She crossed to the other side of the table and hugged the girls. They kissed her cheeks and everyone wished her a good night.
Donna sleepily dragged herself up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom. She smiled the whole way there, content to know that Miranda was happy and ecstatic that she had made it happen. She crawled under the covers and curled up towards Miranda’s side of the bed, snuggling up to Miranda’s pillow. She took a deep breath and could smell Miranda in the fabric.
Day Two
In the morning she awoke with Miranda curled around her. She had her arm over Donna’s stomach and her face buried in her hair.
Donna rubbed her eyes and shifted. Miranda moved with her. Donna kissed her softly on the lips, “I have to get up but you can sleep.”
Miranda mumbled a protest but instantly fell back asleep as Donna extricated herself.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she moved through the utility staircase and down into the kitchen. She found the twins there.
Cassidy sipped a cup of coffee leisurely and Caroline leaned against the table and clutched a mug like her life depended on it.
Donna looked concerned and Cassidy put a hand on her sister’s hunched shoulders, “she had a little too much to drink last night.”
Donna nodded knowingly. She moved to the sink and poured a glass of water and found a bottle of aspirin. She set the glass and two aspirin in front of Caroline, “some things they don’t teach you in school. Drink at least as much water as you had alcohol and take a vasodilator.”
“A what?”
“A vasodilator. It expands the veins so blood can move more freely. It’s what you take when you have a headache.”
Caroline gulped the aspirin down. “Thanks.” She said weakly.
“No problem. It’s in everyone’s best interest for you to feel better before your mother gets up and joins us.”
Cassidy looked at the clock, “not to worry. She stayed up even longer than we did. She’ll be in bed for a while.”
“Well,” Donna shrugged, “she’s been sleeping less than she used to, so who knows? I suggest getting better in a hurry, regardless.”
“I’m trying, Donna, believe me.”
**
Andy rolled over in bed and looked over at Emily’s sleeping form. She sighed softly. She could remember that she had once fallen in love with Emily. She could still even remember the reasons why she’d fallen in love with her. For some reason it wasn’t enough to remember them, it wasn’t enough to want to still love her.
Andy rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Time to face another day and she was determined to enjoy her vacation, Emily or no Emily.
**
By the time noon had rolled around Miranda was showered, dressed, caffeinated and fed. She was the last to get up and her guests had all gone to explore the island. Miranda changed into her bathing suit and took her book and towel down to the beach.
That was where Andy found her an hour later. Miranda shielded her eyes from the sun and beckoned Andy to join her.
Andy laid out on her own towel and stretched out in the warm sun. Miranda took out her sunblock and started applying a second coat, “how’s your island exploring going?”
“It’s going well. I walked around with Caroline and Cassidy.” Andy said, “they met up with a group of friends though, so I split off on my own.”
“They’re good guides, they know this island pretty well.”
“So is this what you do every day?” Andy smiled.
Miranda nodded, “it is.” She set the book down. “A couple hours a day I lay out in the sun and read.”
“You have it rough, Miranda.”
Miranda rolled her eyes with a small smile. “I’m a little bored.” Miranda admitted, “my days are routine. It’s a great routine, don’t get me wrong. But every day is the same. Tell me more about your promotion.”
Andy sighed, “I don’t know. Nigel said something to me once when I was still working at Runway. Let’s see if I can remember exactly how he put it… let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke, then it’s time for a promotion. I didn’t think a whole lot about it until Paris and I thought ‘holy shit. I have to get out of here, Runway is going to kill me.’ I’m finding out that leaving Runway was a temporary solution. I thought that by escaping Runway I could escape that. But it’s really true. My whole life has gone up in smoke and I got a promotion.”
Miranda smiled indulgently, “you’re young. With youth comes a flare for the dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic.”
“You are.” Miranda insisted, “your life isn’t falling apart. You have a good job, good friends who love you and you’re going through a rough patch in your relationship. Let’s call it the four year itch. There’s sort of a patch of hopelessness in a relationship once the initial passion is ending and the familiarity and comfort are taking over. Sometimes it’s long, sometimes it’s short. Sometimes relationships don’t make it through.”
“And you’ve gone through this?”
“More times than I can count. With the twins’ father it was a very long period of contempt which finally culminated in a divorce. My first husband and I made it through but ultimately I learned that Latin American secretaries are hard to compete with.”
“Did you go through it with Donna?”
“I’m pretty sure.” Miranda thought about it for a moment. “I think we went through it before I moved out here. There was a stretch of time that was about a month long that she’d call me and I was feeling like she was being clingy and needy. I kept the conversations curt and short, she’s too smart to put up with that. She told me to call her when I got over myself.”
“That all only took a month?”
“I called her two days after her ultimatum.”
“It’s really remarkable how different you’ve become.” Andy watched her for a moment. “If Stephen had said that to you you’d’ve served him divorce papers before he could hang up the phone.”
Miranda shrugged, “people change.”
“You don’t believe that.”
“I don’t believe people change on their own.” Miranda corrected, “there has to be a catalyst for change and it’s never instantaneous, I think some people change so slowly that it’s easy to miss.”
Andy sighed. “Am I changing?”
Miranda nodded.
“For the better?”
“You’re the only one who can answer that. You have to live with you, no one else does.”
Day Three
Nigel faced himself in the mirror. “Come on, old boy.” He said to the reflection, “don’t chicken out this time. Miranda’s reasonable… well, no, she can be completely unreasonable sometimes… but she’s not heartless…”
He jumped when he heard the knock on the door. “What is it?” He called.
“Breakfast is served,” Andy responded, “it’s been ready for half an hour.”
“I’ll be right there.” He sighed, unable to keep the annoyance out his voice.
“They’re going to clear it away in ten minutes.” Andy said softly, “and don’t get mad at me because you’re hungover again this morning.”
Nigel took a deep breath. “Andy, I’m sorry.” He opened the door and found that Andy had already retreated. Time to make amends later.
**
Miranda laid in bed, her arm was up behind her head and her clothing was half removed. She was waiting for Donna to reenter the room from the bathroom. “Baby, I’m going to go to the mainland this afternoon, do you want to-”
Miranda blinked innocently, “do I want to what?” Miranda’s fingers traveled down her torso and traced her curves.
Donna wasted no time, she straddled Miranda’s hips and ground down against her, “do you want to scream my name as I make you come?”
Miranda moaned, “I’ll clear my schedule.”
Donna’s hand slid up the inside of Miranda’s thigh, “your body is so sexy.” Donna leaned down and dragged her teeth over Miranda’s neck.
Miranda grabbed the hem of Donna’s shirt and quickly and easily yanked it up over her creamy skin. Donna sat up and Miranda finished removing the garment. Quickly Miranda removed her pants and found that she had not put on underwear.
Donna looked down to see Miranda grinning with lust. Donna blushed, “I need to do laundry.”
“I’m not complaining,” Miranda purred, her fingers immediately snaking into the blonde pubic hair and slipping through the slick wetness to sink into her pussy.
Donna hissed, Miranda had an uncanny ability to turn the tables on her. Miranda wrapped her arm around Donna’s waist, pulling her down onto her fingers as hard as she could. Donna’s back arched and she ground her hips down.
The fingers twisted and thrust inside her. Donna’s fingers slipped into Miranda’s hair and her eyes rolled back into her head. Miranda was well aware of all of the right buttons to press, she knew just where to push to drive Donna completely mad.
If there had ever been a time when Donna thought she’d miss having sex with men it was a very distant memory. She clung to Miranda as she tugged her strings like a puppet master, each action specific and precise.
Miranda’s breath was ragged as she drove into Donna, a thin layer of sweat coated her hot body. Donna’s come dripped down Miranda’s slender fingers as the muscles clamped down.
Donna rode the fingers hard, gripping Miranda’s hair for all she was worth. Finally, the sensations overtook her as she collapsed onto the older woman and held her tightly as she gasped for air.
Miranda reached up and gently coaxed Donna’s fingers from her silver hair. Donna laughed embarassedly, “I did it again, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did, beautiful.” Miranda smiled, “it may be white, but it’s still attached. My brittle old body doesn’t need you to help it along.”
“You are anything but brittle, Miranda.” Donna sat up and ran her hands over Miranda’s midsection. “You’re only sixty.”
Miranda scoffed, “only sixty…”
“Sweetheart, you have a body a forty-year-old would kill for.” Donna’s fingers tapped Miranda’s stomach, which was taut and tight from her island gallivanting - both Staten and Greek. “Can we take this conversation as read? It always ends the same way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You feel bad about your age, I tell you how flawless your body is and you still hate it. The fact of the matter is that your body is a million times better than mine.”
“I’m having a bit of a midlife crisis.”
“I noticed that, beautiful.” Donna said soothingly, reaching up and caressing her scalp. “You’re feeling a bit of purposelessness. Let’s get this out of the way: your body is beautiful. You’re devastatingly intelligent. Your daughters love you, my daughter loves you. Most importantly, I love you, I am in love with you. There is not a thing in the world that is wrong with you.”
“You are perfect, Donna,” Miranda closed her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m a saint for putting up with you,” Donna said playfully leaning in and kissing Miranda’s forehead. Miranda wrinkled her nose in a faux annoyance. Donna’s laugh was so warm and genuine that Miranda couldn’t even pretend to be offended.
“What are you going into the mainland for?” Miranda wanted to bring the subject back to its original destination. Miranda’s fingers came up and circled around Donna’s nipple idly.
Donna sighed contentedly, leaning into Miranda, “um.” She said, trying vainly to remember what had prompted her to go to the mainland in the first place. Donna laughed, “I don’t remember.”
Miranda’s other hand slipped between Donna’s legs, “maybe you should get your memory checked out.”
“Oh… Miranda…” she groaned, her eyes slipping shut, her lips parting and soft whimpers falling out as Miranda’s fingers caressed her opening. Donna’s hands shook as she brought them up to Miranda’s hair.
Miranda quirked an eyebrow, her eyes trying to follow Donna’s movements. Miranda’s heart skipped a beat as she waited to see if Donna would remove her hands on her own.
Donna moaned, sliding further down onto Miranda’s fingers.
Miranda let out a loud yelp as Donna clenched her fingers, tugging harshly on Miranda’s hair, her already bruised and beaten scalp refusing to endure any more abuse. Donna released immediately but not before the tears had sprung to Miranda’s eyes.
Donna bit her lip, “Miranda, I am so sorry!” She cried apologetically, reaching out to stroke Miranda’s hair.
Miranda flinched and shied away from Donna’s hands. “I will accompany you to the mainland.” She pouted, getting out from under Donna. Donna watched helplessly as she started to gather up her clothing. “I’m going to invest in a good pair of handcuffs.” Miranda spat, but when Donna looked at her eyes she could see that they were playful rather than vengeful.
Donna smiled, “so you don’t hate me?”
“Me? I could never hate you.” Miranda pulled her deep purple Donna Karan tank top on and shook out her hair. “My scalp on the other hand…”
“Oh sweetheart,” Donna got off the bed and went to Miranda, Miranda jumped back.
“Hey killer, keep those paws to yourself.” Miranda laughed, “get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
**
Miranda’s sunglasses barely shielded her eyes from the afternoon sun that beat down on the women as she and Donna walked down the pier. They stood at the end of the line as other people boarded the ferry.
Normally Miranda would be complaining that they were last and probably would have to stand except that it was unquestionably Miranda’s fault that they arrived fashionably late.
Miranda was about to step up onto the ferry when Skye yelled out, “Miranda! Hey, I’m glad I caught you in time.”
“What is it?” She furrowed her brow.
“The DHL man was just here, you must have missed him. He brought this for you. It says urgent so I thought I should get it to you.”
“Well,” she looked at the sealed letter, “thank you, Skye.”
“Have a good time on the mainland.”
“We will,” Donna smiled, “and I’ll get those magazines for you.”
“You’re one in a million, Donna,” he grinned before trotting back towards the hotel.
Miranda climbed aboard the ferry and looked around. Just as she’s suspected. There were open seats all over the place, but two together? Not a chance. She hmphed.
Donna put a hand on her arm, “it’s okay, it’s not a long ride. So we’ll sit apart for twenty minutes. We’ll spend all afternoon together and we’ll arrive fashionably early for the return ferry.”
“I should buy a boat.” Miranda grumbled, taking a seat next to a woman she’d seen around the island a few times.
Donna smiled at her from across the ferry, taking a seat next to one of the women that worked in the kitchen at Villa Donna, they greeted each other familiarly.
Miranda grumbled to herself as she started to rip open the letter. It was from England and who would be sending her an urgent letter from England? She was partially worried that there was a question about her record but tried to will herself to stay calm. Everything had been taken care of.
Donna watched Miranda’s eyes scan over the page, her posture becoming more rigid and her body language becoming anxious.
“Mira?” Donna called out to her.
Miranda looked up from the letter and frowned, pursing her lips.
“Is everything okay?”
Miranda shook her head slowly.