Ever After, Chapter 7
Title: Ever After
Rating: NC-17 (or whatever the highest rating is :P )
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Length: 4000 (this chapter)
Summary: AU, sort of a crossover with “ Three wishes/hazelnuts for Cinderella”.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Cinderella or the Devil Wears Prada, I only (ab)use them for fangirl moments!
A/N: Hmmm, okay maybe I get a bit distracted by certain scenes, so I’m sorry if it’s taking more than 1000 words just to get their shirts off... ^_^; It’s very mushy, so bare with me (and them). There’s also a bit of character progression somewhere in there, well, more of an explanation actually. I’m sorry I’m dragging out the actual plot a bit. Maybe I’m just not ready to let go of this verse yet... xD
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Chapter Seven
“Let’s go to bed.” It was uttered in merely a whisper, but Andy had heard it and it had travelled straight to her heart. They got up from the chair and Miranda pulled her toward the large bed. They stood facing each other and Andy felt unsure what to do next. The older woman gave a slight smirk and began to undress. The sight of soft expanses of ivory skin being revealed one by one bound Andy to the spot and froze every muscle in her body, with the exception of her heart, which had picked up a frightening pace.
Miranda slid out of her dress and hung it across a nearby chair. Underneath she wore an undershirt that reached to just above her knees and was made of a shimmering kind of fabric. Her legs were clad in stockings of the same material and the candle light of the room painted small, flowing ripples of yellow and orange across the tiny wrinkles. “Silk from Firenze,” Miranda explained as she slowly slid her fingers over the material across her chest. Andy swallow hard and with shaky fingers she reached toward the softness. She slowly trailed her fingers down Miranda’s side, forcing a soft moan from the other woman.
“May I touch you?” Andy asked sheepishly. She all of a sudden felt shy, overwhelmed by her own urge to feel the other woman against her fingers. She had never felt such desire before. It boiled her blood and hammered in her skull, leaving her confused and anxious. Miranda dipped her head and then nodded back at her through hooded lids. The way Miranda looked at her clawed at Andy’s heart and she knew she wanted to make Miranda writhe with the same pleasure she had just experienced herself. Focused on that goal Andy lost all remaining doubt and stepped forward, gently cupping Miranda’s reddened cheeks, and pulled her closer for a kiss.
Their tongues danced together, reflecting their bodies which were entwined in a tight embrace. Andy’s hands rubbed across the silk, reveling in the warmth of Miranda’s skin seeping through the thin fabric. The princess had her arms wrapped around Andy’s neck, resting loosely on her shoulders and hummed as Andy stroked the inside of her mouth. The noises the other woman was making sent more ripples down to Andy’s center and she felt her hands lifting up the hem of Miranda’s shirt and sliding beneath. When she made contact with the warm skin of Miranda’s belly she knew for sure her hands were on fire.
Miranda moaned into her mouth and Andy instinctively slipped her hands around her waist to pull them closer together. She trailed her nails up the soft ripples of Miranda’s spine and then slid her palms back down against her ribs. She felt the hints of soft swells and Miranda’s head dipped back in a gasp at the contact, breaking their kiss. Andy could not help herself at the view of ivory right in front of her and quickly connected her lips to Miranda’s throat. She wasn’t sure where any of this was coming from, she had never been intimate before and the books she had read had never gotten to this stage. All she knew was that the wonderful, delicate body in her arms needed to be treasured and loved.
Miranda’s hands began trailing down her back and grabbed at the fabric of her dress while Andy kissed, suckled and licked the area below Miranda’s jaw. Her hands on Miranda’s skin glided up her sides again and when she could feel the rise of soft flesh, she felt the burning need to see. She stepped back and pulled Miranda’s silk undershirt off in such a swift motion that the other woman looked back at her, startled, and with something else clouding her ice blue eyes. The sudden cold air against her skin made Miranda cover her chest by reflex but Andy, driven by the fire burning inside her chest, gently reached out and pulled the arms away.
Greed had always been a foreign concept to her, however as Andy took in the sight in front of her she knew she wanted Miranda and never ever let her go. Granted Andy had never laid eyes on another woman’s nude chest before, but she knew that Miranda was the most beautiful human being in existence. She dropped the silk garment from her hands and stepped forward to kiss the flustered princess. “You are so beautiful, Miranda,” she breathed against her lips, before sliding her tongue back into her sweet mouth, stifling the soft whimpers that escaped the other woman’s throat. Her hands grabbed Miranda’s shoulders, thumbs gently tracing the sharp collar bones, and she gently slid her palms down Miranda’s chest.
The moment the heel of her hands reached the hardened peaks, Miranda drew a sharp breath through her nose and moaned into her mouth. Andy continued to cup the incredibly soft and slightly heavy mounds, her thumbs tenderly stroking the skin in between. I was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. The flesh was warm and Miranda’s chest was rising with heavy breaths, arching into in her palms in regular motions. Suddenly the older woman withdrew from the kiss and tugged at Andy’s dress. “Please...” the breathless plea caused Andy’s burning stomach to clench. “... I wish to feel your skin.”
Trembling fingers were already untying the corset of Andy’s gown and warm thumbs slid beneath the fabric, slowly pushing the dress off her shoulders. With a soft rustle it fell to the floor and before Andy could step out of it she already felt her undershirt being pulled over her head. The shirt floated to the floor as Miranda stood before her, eyes raking over Andy’s body, the gaze caressing every inch of skin, which Andy felt buzzing, calling out to the princess. When Miranda stepped forward, time seemed to slow down, and Andy’s eyes were glued to the blue warmth staring into her soul. Soft fingers tenderly slipped around her waist and ever so slowly pulled their bodies together.
Their synchronized gasps traveled up the high ceiling of the room as their skin touched, breasts gently pressing against each other until their bellies and legs met in the soft rustling of remaining fabric. They snaked their arms around each other and Miranda rested her forehead to Andy’s lips who gently kissed the damp hairline. “I cannot believe that your are here with me,” the older woman whispered softly against Andy’s throat. Tightening her hold on Miranda, Andy kissed her cheek and replied, “I am here. And I will never leave.” Their eyes met in a gaze of reassurance and tenderness and Andy began to slowly press Miranda backward, never loosening her grip on the other woman.
They awkwardly stepped out of their shoes, and then Andy gently pushed Miranda onto the bed, allowing her to lie down in the middle, before slowly climbing toward the princess on her hands and knees. Andy couldn’t help but picture herself as a lynx, prowling through a winter forest, her hands digging into the duvet like paws into thick snow. Miranda lay stretched out before her, chest heaving, eyes glowing fiercely in the diffuse candle light and her lips curled up in a tender smile. Andy moved her knee over Miranda’s hips and shifted forward on her arms until her face was hovering above Miranda’s.
“Hello,” she whispered shyly. The older woman gave a timid chuckle and then reached up to pull Andy’s face down for a kiss. It was more demanding than before, their tongues pressing harder, teeth grazing over lips, and Andy felt the hands in her hair pull her even closer. She felt like she was about to lose herself in the warmth of Miranda’s mouth. She wanted more. To completely fill the other woman with all her love and affection. She did not understand this feeling, and it made her feel a bit guilty. She wanted to posses Miranda, melt herself into her body. She felt like a wild animal, like that lynx moving in to ravish its prey. She broke the kiss and stared into Miranda’s eyes, their breaths mingling in sharp, heavy gasps.
What she saw in those blue eyes sent ripples through her abdomen, joining the re-kindled burning between her thighs. Miranda wanted to be possessed. The older woman seemed to glow. It was a most exquisite sight. The white hair lay gently tousled on the pillow, her forehead was glistening with sweat, the pulse point at the side of her neck was thumping visibly and her cheeks were flushed. Andy felt the older woman’s hands leave her hair and glide down her back toward her hips. Miranda pulled their groins together with a determined tug. The sensation forced Andy onto her elbows and she burrowed her face in the crook of Miranda’s neck.
A knee slid between her thighs and Andy’s vision blurred when Miranda made contact with her pulsing center. She grabbed the older woman tightly, sliding her right hand down behind her left buttock and pulling them closer together, her own thigh pressing softly in between Miranda’s legs. The heat radiating through the fabric fed the animal in Andy, and she couldn’t suppress a soft growl, which in return seemed to elicit a moan from the other woman. This was not enough. The fabric between them felt all wrong. Andy shuffled around and pulled down the bottoms of her undergarments and wriggled out of them in a nearly frenzied motion. She needed to feel all of Miranda. Her skin, her heat.
The princess gave a surprised gasp when Andy untied the small ribbon at her waist and dragged the soft silk garment off, together with the stockings. When their bodies reconnected Andy felt like she was about to die. The sensations were too intense. Surely her heart could not keep on beating at such speeds. She lowered her chest to Miranda’s, finding those soft lips for a fiery kiss as she pressed her thigh back into Miranda’s warm center. She felt moisture immediately coat her skin and a deep moan traveling up the other woman’s throat. Her hands traveled up and down Miranda’s skin and she didn’t know where to touch first. She wanted it all.
The woman beneath her began to push upward into her and Andy knew, in order to have Miranda, to possess her, to give her what she was asking for with those eager lips and tongue and soft moans, she needed to touch her there. At the hot center, where Miranda had touched her just a few moments ago. She slowly slid her hand between their bodies, aware of the importance of what she was about to do. Miranda broke their kiss to gasp for air. “Please... Andréa...” she pleaded. It tore into Andy’s heart to see Miranda like this, needing her touch, asking for it. Trusting her so completely. It warmed her very soul and she knew Miranda and her were one.
Her fingers gently slid into the moist softness and were greeted by a slow thrust of Miranda’s hips. “Hmmm.” Andy was not sure who had hummed, their bodies were buzzing in unison. She let all her love travel from her heart to her hands and into her fingers as she tenderly stroked between the other woman’s legs. “You feel so wonderful,” she whispered against Miranda’s neck. The princess only grunted in reply, her breath becoming short and ragged. She moved against Andy’s fingers in long strokes, and opened her legs wider.
Andy was overcome with so much emotion at the offered trust. She wanted to give everything to Miranda, to make her feel everything that was good, everything that was pleasure. Her other hand slipped beneath Miranda’s shoulders and she held her close, their chests, slick with sweat, gliding against each other with each motion. “Miranda,” she sucked on the spot just below her ear. “Please... let me... I want to....” The older woman moaned and wrapped her arms tightly around her back. “Andréa!” was all she could muster, but her hips pushed against Andy even harder.
Ever so slowly Andy slid one finger lower and while sucking hard at Miranda’s throat she slowly pushed into slick heat. Miranda’s hips bucked and she gave a full, throaty moan, her nails digging into the clammy back. “Oh...” Andy was overwhelmed by what she felt. She knew this was where she wanted to be, this was so very right. She pushed deeper and stroked as Miranda moved her hips again in a slowly increasing rhythm. They clung to each other, desperately trying to be even closer. Andy slipped in another finger, slowly, making sure she did not hurt the princess. In response the older woman thrust her hips even more frantically, her voiceless gasps filling the room.
Andy pressed her thigh down hard against her hand, wanting to feel more of Miranda, to go even deeper. Miranda was the center of her world, nothing else mattered. She felt the strong walls around her fingers contract with each push of her wrist and the blood rushing through Miranda’s veins pounded violently against her lips. She felt that Miranda was close to the edge of that cliff, close to be plunged into deep pleasure, and she firmly ground her own hips in unison with the princess. Miranda’s movement became jerky and her thighs locked around Andy in an almost painful squeeze. Then Andy felt the muscles around her fingers grab her tightly and pulse in a steady hum.
Miranda dug her nails deeply into Andy’s slick back as her body went rigid, hips pressed up in midair, lifting them both.
Her head was pushed back exposing the glistening, creamy skin of her throat in a delicate arch and her lips were parted in a silent moan. Andy kissed her neck over and over and held her as tight as she could until they both crashed back down into the bed. Miranda gasped for breath but still held onto Andy with her arms and thighs. She turned her head to nuzzle Andy’s cheek and slid a hand through the dark hair. When Miranda began to slightly relax her muscles, Andy gently withdrew her hand and immediately slipped it around the older woman’s back, pulling her even closer.
Their embrace was nearly uncomfortably tight. They were both trying to catch their breath, but neither was willing to let go. It took several minutes for them to calm down, in which they lay quietly, only placing soft kisses and nosing each other’s cheeks. When Miranda slacked her hold, she exhaled in a long, deep sigh and sweetly kissed Andy’s lips. “My Andréa.” They grinned at each other in a silly manner and Andy buried her face in Miranda’s neck to suppress a giggle. This was true and utter happiness. It flooded through her, filling her with so much life.
Miranda slowly shifted and her thigh glided against Andy. They could barely feel the contact because there was so much moisture and Andy didn’t know if she would die from embarrassment or pleasure. “Oh my...” Miranda whispered in her ear, the gentle hum of her voice sending shivers down Andy’s spine and she felt more liquid heat rush toward her center.
Miranda’s hands stroked lovingly across her back and her knee moved higher, causing Andy to push down against her with a soft moan. “Andréa,” Miranda nuzzled her hair, “have you ever...” Andy shook her head and gave a whimpering ‘No’. The older woman squeezed her shoulders.
“May I....” she swallowed noisily, “may I touch you, the way you touched me?” Andy’s husky response was accentuated by a long, slow thrust of her hips. “Yes... Please...” She wanted to feel Miranda inside of her. The thought alone set her entire body on fire and quickened her heartbeat. Miranda’s fingers gently brushed some hair away from her face and she whispered, “it might hurt a little, the first time.” Andy’s heart burst at the older woman’s concern. “I trust you, Miranda.”
The princess nodded and pulled Andy down for a kiss.
Andy let Miranda take over, she wanted to give herself to the other woman completely. She knew she would truly become Miranda’s and they would be connected in every possible way. The knowledge made her dizzy. Soft fingers trailed down her back and gently cupped her backside. Andy held on to Miranda as the older woman spread trails of fire with her touches. When a gentle hand was slipped between their bodies Andy whimpered in anticipation. She felt fingers brushing against her and held her breath until the most wonderful sensation of Miranda slowly entering her sent a shock-wave through her and she moaned loudly. She automatically pushed herself further onto the princess and a small sting made her gasp in surprise.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Miranda’s finger stilled and she lovingly stroked Andy’s back. “N.... no... please, do not stop,” Andy pleaded as she ground firmly against the other woman. The feeling of being filled by the person she loved was pure bliss, but still Andy wanted more. “Miranda,” she panted “I... I need more... more of you... please.” Miranda held Andy’s head tenderly against her neck and smiled. “Oh, darling.” A second finger slipped into Andy and she spread her legs wider, pushing down against Miranda with a long groan. The animal inside was clawing at Andy’s consciousness and she wanted to grab onto the other woman, to pull her in, to hold her tight, and never let her go.
She felt herself being tossed along the currents of the wild river that threatened to drown her. It was more intense than before, the sensation of Miranda making Andy hers, melting into her body, pushing her higher and higher and stroking deeply inside her, grabbed Andy like a violent storm and shook her. She threw her head backward and arched into the night as she felt herself clench around Miranda, her thighs holding tightly onto the woman who owned her heart. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her. Miranda sat up quickly and wrapped her free arm tightly around Andy’s back, holding her, guiding her back down. “I love you, Andréa,” she whispered against the sticky chest.
Still shaking as slow ripples cursed through her, Andy clung to the older woman as she tried to catch her breath. Miranda loved her! She squeezed her thighs to feel even closer to the princess as she bend down to kiss her sweetly. “I love you, too, Miranda. So much!” She felt Miranda smile against her chest and could not help another push against the fingers still resting inside her. “Hmmm,” she giggled into Miranda’s soft hair and then pushed her back down into the mattress. Miranda gently withdrew her hand and Andy curled herself around the older woman’s body, one leg draped across her hip, her head resting on an elegant shoulder.
Miranda placed a sticky finger on the tip of Andy’s nose. “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” she breathed. Andy smiled and snaked her arms around Miranda’s waist in a loving embrace. For the first time in her life she did actually feel beautiful. She felt cherished, loved and desired. She inhaled deeply against Miranda’s neck, the fragrance of their intimacy wrapping her in a warm cocoon of contentment. They lay in silence for a while, their breaths slowing. Andy drew small circles on Miranda’s chest and started to shiver so Miranda shuffled their bodies so that she could pull up the duvet around them. “Better?” she kissed Andy’s temple. “Hmmm, yes. Thank you.”
They snuggled close and Andy felt she could not possibly deserve this much happiness. How could she have not only found an incredible person like Miranda, and then still have that person love her back? None of the books had prepared Andy for the intensity of their lovemaking. She felt that all those poems and stories were inadequate. Words could not describe how she felt. Miranda was beyond amazing, as if she was born to make Andy lose control. “Miranda?” The older woman stroked gently up and down her spine. “Yes, darling?”
“Have you ever... have you ever done this before?” The princess squeezed her briefly. “Yes and no.” Andy raised her head in question. “Hmmm, where to begin...” the older woman trailed off while she stroked through Andy’s long tresses. “When I was fifteen years old I found myself having romantic feelings for a royal court dancer. She was beautiful and exotic, and I was completely enthralled by everything about her. My brother had just been crowned king on his thirtieth birthday and had married Queen Constantina who was expecting a son, Prince Christian.” Andy snuggled closer, feeling a bit of unpleasantness in her heart at the thought of Miranda loving somebody else.
“Well, the court dancer’s name was Louisa,” the older woman continued. “Her and I became what I considered friends. She was six years older than me and I admired her and followed her around like a loyal dog...” she gave a rueful laugh.
“She never saw me, though. It turns out she never had any interest in me. Not even as a friend. One day I found out that Louisa was with child and the father was nobody other than my brother.” Andy gasped. “What?” Miranda nodded. “Yes, she had used me to get closer to the king. I am his baby sister, I was a sure way to him.” Feeling incredible sympathy for the princess, Andy pulled her arms tighter and tenderly kissed Miranda’s neck who squeezed her in return.
“My brother was just as fascinated by Louisa, and when she passed away during childbirth we were both heartbroken. The king raised the child, Serena, as his own, however his wife never accepted the girl. I ended up being the one taking care of the baby princess.” Miranda stroked Andy’s cheek. “That is why Serena and I are close.” Andy nodded. “Yes, she told me something like that.” She leaned down to sweetly kiss the older woman. “I’m sorry about your first love.” Miranda looked at Andy in contemplation. “I’m not sure anymore that it was love. More like infatuation. And it made me realize that I was drawn to the exotic. And, well, that I preferred women as a companion, rather than men,” she chuckled a little bit and Andy could not help but giggle.
“My parents had arranged a wonderful education for me and when I was eighteen I traveled to Venezia to begin my studies of the Renaissance. I discovered my love for art, especially sculpting, because I could recreate beauty.” Andy hummed against Miranda’s chest. “Your sculptures are breathtakingly beautiful, Miranda. You are so very talented.” The older woman kissed Andy’s cheek tenderly. “Thank you. Through my early adolescence I grew increasingly restless. I knew I did not want a husband, but I felt like I still needed to fill an emptiness inside me.” She paused, her fingers absently rubbing the back of Andy’s ear. “On my frequent travels to Italy I... well, I called on the services of female courtesans, to explore, if you will.” She turned her head away from Andy in embarrassment.
Andy nuzzled her neck encouragingly. “Did it make you feel better?” Miranda turned back to face her. “No. Sometimes it left me even more empty, and confused. I was very close to try out men, but the thought alone was appalling. After a while I realized that maybe I just had not found,” she eyed Andy sheepishly, “... the right woman yet.” Andy grinned and cupped Miranda’s cheek tenderly. “Hmmm, I see.” She rolled onto her back, dragging Miranda’s body with her until the older woman’s weight was fully on top of her. Their lips met in a loving kiss, and Andy rubbed soothing circles on Miranda’s back.
When they pulled apart Andy brushed against Miranda’s nose and whispered shyly, “that day in the forest, you completely changed my life. The moment I saw you I felt drawn to you.” Miranda smiled and kissed the tip of Andy’s nose in return. “I knew I had found the one woman for me the moment I put that ring on your finger. It had startled me at first, which is why I had to leave so abruptly. Only later did I realize that I had not even asked your name.” She tenderly held Andy’s chin. “I’m glad it worked out in the end.” “Me, too.” They shared another kiss. It was slow and gentle, confirming their bond and holding promises for the future.
After a long while they broke apart and Andy stifled a yawn which made Miranda chuckle and glide back onto the mattress next to her. “It’s very late, we should sleep. Tomorrow is an important day.” Andy nodded sleepily and wrapped a slender arm around Miranda’s waist. “Goodnight, my love.” “Goodnight, Andréa.”
Final Chapter
Rating: NC-17 (or whatever the highest rating is :P )
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Length: 4000 (this chapter)
Summary: AU, sort of a crossover with “ Three wishes/hazelnuts for Cinderella”.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Cinderella or the Devil Wears Prada, I only (ab)use them for fangirl moments!
A/N: Hmmm, okay maybe I get a bit distracted by certain scenes, so I’m sorry if it’s taking more than 1000 words just to get their shirts off... ^_^; It’s very mushy, so bare with me (and them). There’s also a bit of character progression somewhere in there, well, more of an explanation actually. I’m sorry I’m dragging out the actual plot a bit. Maybe I’m just not ready to let go of this verse yet... xD
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Chapter Seven
“Let’s go to bed.” It was uttered in merely a whisper, but Andy had heard it and it had travelled straight to her heart. They got up from the chair and Miranda pulled her toward the large bed. They stood facing each other and Andy felt unsure what to do next. The older woman gave a slight smirk and began to undress. The sight of soft expanses of ivory skin being revealed one by one bound Andy to the spot and froze every muscle in her body, with the exception of her heart, which had picked up a frightening pace.
Miranda slid out of her dress and hung it across a nearby chair. Underneath she wore an undershirt that reached to just above her knees and was made of a shimmering kind of fabric. Her legs were clad in stockings of the same material and the candle light of the room painted small, flowing ripples of yellow and orange across the tiny wrinkles. “Silk from Firenze,” Miranda explained as she slowly slid her fingers over the material across her chest. Andy swallow hard and with shaky fingers she reached toward the softness. She slowly trailed her fingers down Miranda’s side, forcing a soft moan from the other woman.
“May I touch you?” Andy asked sheepishly. She all of a sudden felt shy, overwhelmed by her own urge to feel the other woman against her fingers. She had never felt such desire before. It boiled her blood and hammered in her skull, leaving her confused and anxious. Miranda dipped her head and then nodded back at her through hooded lids. The way Miranda looked at her clawed at Andy’s heart and she knew she wanted to make Miranda writhe with the same pleasure she had just experienced herself. Focused on that goal Andy lost all remaining doubt and stepped forward, gently cupping Miranda’s reddened cheeks, and pulled her closer for a kiss.
Their tongues danced together, reflecting their bodies which were entwined in a tight embrace. Andy’s hands rubbed across the silk, reveling in the warmth of Miranda’s skin seeping through the thin fabric. The princess had her arms wrapped around Andy’s neck, resting loosely on her shoulders and hummed as Andy stroked the inside of her mouth. The noises the other woman was making sent more ripples down to Andy’s center and she felt her hands lifting up the hem of Miranda’s shirt and sliding beneath. When she made contact with the warm skin of Miranda’s belly she knew for sure her hands were on fire.
Miranda moaned into her mouth and Andy instinctively slipped her hands around her waist to pull them closer together. She trailed her nails up the soft ripples of Miranda’s spine and then slid her palms back down against her ribs. She felt the hints of soft swells and Miranda’s head dipped back in a gasp at the contact, breaking their kiss. Andy could not help herself at the view of ivory right in front of her and quickly connected her lips to Miranda’s throat. She wasn’t sure where any of this was coming from, she had never been intimate before and the books she had read had never gotten to this stage. All she knew was that the wonderful, delicate body in her arms needed to be treasured and loved.
Miranda’s hands began trailing down her back and grabbed at the fabric of her dress while Andy kissed, suckled and licked the area below Miranda’s jaw. Her hands on Miranda’s skin glided up her sides again and when she could feel the rise of soft flesh, she felt the burning need to see. She stepped back and pulled Miranda’s silk undershirt off in such a swift motion that the other woman looked back at her, startled, and with something else clouding her ice blue eyes. The sudden cold air against her skin made Miranda cover her chest by reflex but Andy, driven by the fire burning inside her chest, gently reached out and pulled the arms away.
Greed had always been a foreign concept to her, however as Andy took in the sight in front of her she knew she wanted Miranda and never ever let her go. Granted Andy had never laid eyes on another woman’s nude chest before, but she knew that Miranda was the most beautiful human being in existence. She dropped the silk garment from her hands and stepped forward to kiss the flustered princess. “You are so beautiful, Miranda,” she breathed against her lips, before sliding her tongue back into her sweet mouth, stifling the soft whimpers that escaped the other woman’s throat. Her hands grabbed Miranda’s shoulders, thumbs gently tracing the sharp collar bones, and she gently slid her palms down Miranda’s chest.
The moment the heel of her hands reached the hardened peaks, Miranda drew a sharp breath through her nose and moaned into her mouth. Andy continued to cup the incredibly soft and slightly heavy mounds, her thumbs tenderly stroking the skin in between. I was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. The flesh was warm and Miranda’s chest was rising with heavy breaths, arching into in her palms in regular motions. Suddenly the older woman withdrew from the kiss and tugged at Andy’s dress. “Please...” the breathless plea caused Andy’s burning stomach to clench. “... I wish to feel your skin.”
Trembling fingers were already untying the corset of Andy’s gown and warm thumbs slid beneath the fabric, slowly pushing the dress off her shoulders. With a soft rustle it fell to the floor and before Andy could step out of it she already felt her undershirt being pulled over her head. The shirt floated to the floor as Miranda stood before her, eyes raking over Andy’s body, the gaze caressing every inch of skin, which Andy felt buzzing, calling out to the princess. When Miranda stepped forward, time seemed to slow down, and Andy’s eyes were glued to the blue warmth staring into her soul. Soft fingers tenderly slipped around her waist and ever so slowly pulled their bodies together.
Their synchronized gasps traveled up the high ceiling of the room as their skin touched, breasts gently pressing against each other until their bellies and legs met in the soft rustling of remaining fabric. They snaked their arms around each other and Miranda rested her forehead to Andy’s lips who gently kissed the damp hairline. “I cannot believe that your are here with me,” the older woman whispered softly against Andy’s throat. Tightening her hold on Miranda, Andy kissed her cheek and replied, “I am here. And I will never leave.” Their eyes met in a gaze of reassurance and tenderness and Andy began to slowly press Miranda backward, never loosening her grip on the other woman.
They awkwardly stepped out of their shoes, and then Andy gently pushed Miranda onto the bed, allowing her to lie down in the middle, before slowly climbing toward the princess on her hands and knees. Andy couldn’t help but picture herself as a lynx, prowling through a winter forest, her hands digging into the duvet like paws into thick snow. Miranda lay stretched out before her, chest heaving, eyes glowing fiercely in the diffuse candle light and her lips curled up in a tender smile. Andy moved her knee over Miranda’s hips and shifted forward on her arms until her face was hovering above Miranda’s.
“Hello,” she whispered shyly. The older woman gave a timid chuckle and then reached up to pull Andy’s face down for a kiss. It was more demanding than before, their tongues pressing harder, teeth grazing over lips, and Andy felt the hands in her hair pull her even closer. She felt like she was about to lose herself in the warmth of Miranda’s mouth. She wanted more. To completely fill the other woman with all her love and affection. She did not understand this feeling, and it made her feel a bit guilty. She wanted to posses Miranda, melt herself into her body. She felt like a wild animal, like that lynx moving in to ravish its prey. She broke the kiss and stared into Miranda’s eyes, their breaths mingling in sharp, heavy gasps.
What she saw in those blue eyes sent ripples through her abdomen, joining the re-kindled burning between her thighs. Miranda wanted to be possessed. The older woman seemed to glow. It was a most exquisite sight. The white hair lay gently tousled on the pillow, her forehead was glistening with sweat, the pulse point at the side of her neck was thumping visibly and her cheeks were flushed. Andy felt the older woman’s hands leave her hair and glide down her back toward her hips. Miranda pulled their groins together with a determined tug. The sensation forced Andy onto her elbows and she burrowed her face in the crook of Miranda’s neck.
A knee slid between her thighs and Andy’s vision blurred when Miranda made contact with her pulsing center. She grabbed the older woman tightly, sliding her right hand down behind her left buttock and pulling them closer together, her own thigh pressing softly in between Miranda’s legs. The heat radiating through the fabric fed the animal in Andy, and she couldn’t suppress a soft growl, which in return seemed to elicit a moan from the other woman. This was not enough. The fabric between them felt all wrong. Andy shuffled around and pulled down the bottoms of her undergarments and wriggled out of them in a nearly frenzied motion. She needed to feel all of Miranda. Her skin, her heat.
The princess gave a surprised gasp when Andy untied the small ribbon at her waist and dragged the soft silk garment off, together with the stockings. When their bodies reconnected Andy felt like she was about to die. The sensations were too intense. Surely her heart could not keep on beating at such speeds. She lowered her chest to Miranda’s, finding those soft lips for a fiery kiss as she pressed her thigh back into Miranda’s warm center. She felt moisture immediately coat her skin and a deep moan traveling up the other woman’s throat. Her hands traveled up and down Miranda’s skin and she didn’t know where to touch first. She wanted it all.
The woman beneath her began to push upward into her and Andy knew, in order to have Miranda, to possess her, to give her what she was asking for with those eager lips and tongue and soft moans, she needed to touch her there. At the hot center, where Miranda had touched her just a few moments ago. She slowly slid her hand between their bodies, aware of the importance of what she was about to do. Miranda broke their kiss to gasp for air. “Please... Andréa...” she pleaded. It tore into Andy’s heart to see Miranda like this, needing her touch, asking for it. Trusting her so completely. It warmed her very soul and she knew Miranda and her were one.
Her fingers gently slid into the moist softness and were greeted by a slow thrust of Miranda’s hips. “Hmmm.” Andy was not sure who had hummed, their bodies were buzzing in unison. She let all her love travel from her heart to her hands and into her fingers as she tenderly stroked between the other woman’s legs. “You feel so wonderful,” she whispered against Miranda’s neck. The princess only grunted in reply, her breath becoming short and ragged. She moved against Andy’s fingers in long strokes, and opened her legs wider.
Andy was overcome with so much emotion at the offered trust. She wanted to give everything to Miranda, to make her feel everything that was good, everything that was pleasure. Her other hand slipped beneath Miranda’s shoulders and she held her close, their chests, slick with sweat, gliding against each other with each motion. “Miranda,” she sucked on the spot just below her ear. “Please... let me... I want to....” The older woman moaned and wrapped her arms tightly around her back. “Andréa!” was all she could muster, but her hips pushed against Andy even harder.
Ever so slowly Andy slid one finger lower and while sucking hard at Miranda’s throat she slowly pushed into slick heat. Miranda’s hips bucked and she gave a full, throaty moan, her nails digging into the clammy back. “Oh...” Andy was overwhelmed by what she felt. She knew this was where she wanted to be, this was so very right. She pushed deeper and stroked as Miranda moved her hips again in a slowly increasing rhythm. They clung to each other, desperately trying to be even closer. Andy slipped in another finger, slowly, making sure she did not hurt the princess. In response the older woman thrust her hips even more frantically, her voiceless gasps filling the room.
Andy pressed her thigh down hard against her hand, wanting to feel more of Miranda, to go even deeper. Miranda was the center of her world, nothing else mattered. She felt the strong walls around her fingers contract with each push of her wrist and the blood rushing through Miranda’s veins pounded violently against her lips. She felt that Miranda was close to the edge of that cliff, close to be plunged into deep pleasure, and she firmly ground her own hips in unison with the princess. Miranda’s movement became jerky and her thighs locked around Andy in an almost painful squeeze. Then Andy felt the muscles around her fingers grab her tightly and pulse in a steady hum.
Miranda dug her nails deeply into Andy’s slick back as her body went rigid, hips pressed up in midair, lifting them both.
Her head was pushed back exposing the glistening, creamy skin of her throat in a delicate arch and her lips were parted in a silent moan. Andy kissed her neck over and over and held her as tight as she could until they both crashed back down into the bed. Miranda gasped for breath but still held onto Andy with her arms and thighs. She turned her head to nuzzle Andy’s cheek and slid a hand through the dark hair. When Miranda began to slightly relax her muscles, Andy gently withdrew her hand and immediately slipped it around the older woman’s back, pulling her even closer.
Their embrace was nearly uncomfortably tight. They were both trying to catch their breath, but neither was willing to let go. It took several minutes for them to calm down, in which they lay quietly, only placing soft kisses and nosing each other’s cheeks. When Miranda slacked her hold, she exhaled in a long, deep sigh and sweetly kissed Andy’s lips. “My Andréa.” They grinned at each other in a silly manner and Andy buried her face in Miranda’s neck to suppress a giggle. This was true and utter happiness. It flooded through her, filling her with so much life.
Miranda slowly shifted and her thigh glided against Andy. They could barely feel the contact because there was so much moisture and Andy didn’t know if she would die from embarrassment or pleasure. “Oh my...” Miranda whispered in her ear, the gentle hum of her voice sending shivers down Andy’s spine and she felt more liquid heat rush toward her center.
Miranda’s hands stroked lovingly across her back and her knee moved higher, causing Andy to push down against her with a soft moan. “Andréa,” Miranda nuzzled her hair, “have you ever...” Andy shook her head and gave a whimpering ‘No’. The older woman squeezed her shoulders.
“May I....” she swallowed noisily, “may I touch you, the way you touched me?” Andy’s husky response was accentuated by a long, slow thrust of her hips. “Yes... Please...” She wanted to feel Miranda inside of her. The thought alone set her entire body on fire and quickened her heartbeat. Miranda’s fingers gently brushed some hair away from her face and she whispered, “it might hurt a little, the first time.” Andy’s heart burst at the older woman’s concern. “I trust you, Miranda.”
The princess nodded and pulled Andy down for a kiss.
Andy let Miranda take over, she wanted to give herself to the other woman completely. She knew she would truly become Miranda’s and they would be connected in every possible way. The knowledge made her dizzy. Soft fingers trailed down her back and gently cupped her backside. Andy held on to Miranda as the older woman spread trails of fire with her touches. When a gentle hand was slipped between their bodies Andy whimpered in anticipation. She felt fingers brushing against her and held her breath until the most wonderful sensation of Miranda slowly entering her sent a shock-wave through her and she moaned loudly. She automatically pushed herself further onto the princess and a small sting made her gasp in surprise.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Miranda’s finger stilled and she lovingly stroked Andy’s back. “N.... no... please, do not stop,” Andy pleaded as she ground firmly against the other woman. The feeling of being filled by the person she loved was pure bliss, but still Andy wanted more. “Miranda,” she panted “I... I need more... more of you... please.” Miranda held Andy’s head tenderly against her neck and smiled. “Oh, darling.” A second finger slipped into Andy and she spread her legs wider, pushing down against Miranda with a long groan. The animal inside was clawing at Andy’s consciousness and she wanted to grab onto the other woman, to pull her in, to hold her tight, and never let her go.
She felt herself being tossed along the currents of the wild river that threatened to drown her. It was more intense than before, the sensation of Miranda making Andy hers, melting into her body, pushing her higher and higher and stroking deeply inside her, grabbed Andy like a violent storm and shook her. She threw her head backward and arched into the night as she felt herself clench around Miranda, her thighs holding tightly onto the woman who owned her heart. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her. Miranda sat up quickly and wrapped her free arm tightly around Andy’s back, holding her, guiding her back down. “I love you, Andréa,” she whispered against the sticky chest.
Still shaking as slow ripples cursed through her, Andy clung to the older woman as she tried to catch her breath. Miranda loved her! She squeezed her thighs to feel even closer to the princess as she bend down to kiss her sweetly. “I love you, too, Miranda. So much!” She felt Miranda smile against her chest and could not help another push against the fingers still resting inside her. “Hmmm,” she giggled into Miranda’s soft hair and then pushed her back down into the mattress. Miranda gently withdrew her hand and Andy curled herself around the older woman’s body, one leg draped across her hip, her head resting on an elegant shoulder.
Miranda placed a sticky finger on the tip of Andy’s nose. “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” she breathed. Andy smiled and snaked her arms around Miranda’s waist in a loving embrace. For the first time in her life she did actually feel beautiful. She felt cherished, loved and desired. She inhaled deeply against Miranda’s neck, the fragrance of their intimacy wrapping her in a warm cocoon of contentment. They lay in silence for a while, their breaths slowing. Andy drew small circles on Miranda’s chest and started to shiver so Miranda shuffled their bodies so that she could pull up the duvet around them. “Better?” she kissed Andy’s temple. “Hmmm, yes. Thank you.”
They snuggled close and Andy felt she could not possibly deserve this much happiness. How could she have not only found an incredible person like Miranda, and then still have that person love her back? None of the books had prepared Andy for the intensity of their lovemaking. She felt that all those poems and stories were inadequate. Words could not describe how she felt. Miranda was beyond amazing, as if she was born to make Andy lose control. “Miranda?” The older woman stroked gently up and down her spine. “Yes, darling?”
“Have you ever... have you ever done this before?” The princess squeezed her briefly. “Yes and no.” Andy raised her head in question. “Hmmm, where to begin...” the older woman trailed off while she stroked through Andy’s long tresses. “When I was fifteen years old I found myself having romantic feelings for a royal court dancer. She was beautiful and exotic, and I was completely enthralled by everything about her. My brother had just been crowned king on his thirtieth birthday and had married Queen Constantina who was expecting a son, Prince Christian.” Andy snuggled closer, feeling a bit of unpleasantness in her heart at the thought of Miranda loving somebody else.
“Well, the court dancer’s name was Louisa,” the older woman continued. “Her and I became what I considered friends. She was six years older than me and I admired her and followed her around like a loyal dog...” she gave a rueful laugh.
“She never saw me, though. It turns out she never had any interest in me. Not even as a friend. One day I found out that Louisa was with child and the father was nobody other than my brother.” Andy gasped. “What?” Miranda nodded. “Yes, she had used me to get closer to the king. I am his baby sister, I was a sure way to him.” Feeling incredible sympathy for the princess, Andy pulled her arms tighter and tenderly kissed Miranda’s neck who squeezed her in return.
“My brother was just as fascinated by Louisa, and when she passed away during childbirth we were both heartbroken. The king raised the child, Serena, as his own, however his wife never accepted the girl. I ended up being the one taking care of the baby princess.” Miranda stroked Andy’s cheek. “That is why Serena and I are close.” Andy nodded. “Yes, she told me something like that.” She leaned down to sweetly kiss the older woman. “I’m sorry about your first love.” Miranda looked at Andy in contemplation. “I’m not sure anymore that it was love. More like infatuation. And it made me realize that I was drawn to the exotic. And, well, that I preferred women as a companion, rather than men,” she chuckled a little bit and Andy could not help but giggle.
“My parents had arranged a wonderful education for me and when I was eighteen I traveled to Venezia to begin my studies of the Renaissance. I discovered my love for art, especially sculpting, because I could recreate beauty.” Andy hummed against Miranda’s chest. “Your sculptures are breathtakingly beautiful, Miranda. You are so very talented.” The older woman kissed Andy’s cheek tenderly. “Thank you. Through my early adolescence I grew increasingly restless. I knew I did not want a husband, but I felt like I still needed to fill an emptiness inside me.” She paused, her fingers absently rubbing the back of Andy’s ear. “On my frequent travels to Italy I... well, I called on the services of female courtesans, to explore, if you will.” She turned her head away from Andy in embarrassment.
Andy nuzzled her neck encouragingly. “Did it make you feel better?” Miranda turned back to face her. “No. Sometimes it left me even more empty, and confused. I was very close to try out men, but the thought alone was appalling. After a while I realized that maybe I just had not found,” she eyed Andy sheepishly, “... the right woman yet.” Andy grinned and cupped Miranda’s cheek tenderly. “Hmmm, I see.” She rolled onto her back, dragging Miranda’s body with her until the older woman’s weight was fully on top of her. Their lips met in a loving kiss, and Andy rubbed soothing circles on Miranda’s back.
When they pulled apart Andy brushed against Miranda’s nose and whispered shyly, “that day in the forest, you completely changed my life. The moment I saw you I felt drawn to you.” Miranda smiled and kissed the tip of Andy’s nose in return. “I knew I had found the one woman for me the moment I put that ring on your finger. It had startled me at first, which is why I had to leave so abruptly. Only later did I realize that I had not even asked your name.” She tenderly held Andy’s chin. “I’m glad it worked out in the end.” “Me, too.” They shared another kiss. It was slow and gentle, confirming their bond and holding promises for the future.
After a long while they broke apart and Andy stifled a yawn which made Miranda chuckle and glide back onto the mattress next to her. “It’s very late, we should sleep. Tomorrow is an important day.” Andy nodded sleepily and wrapped a slender arm around Miranda’s waist. “Goodnight, my love.” “Goodnight, Andréa.”
Final Chapter