Miranda's Greatest Disappointment Part dix-huit
Oui, I agree I take too long.
Thanks for all seven of the marvelous reviews ya'll left me on my last chapter. They were actually very nice. Thank you! And so yes, I have a new fic idea, but I'm swamped with homework and such because it's the end of the semester and all that jazz...so bare with me.
So on with le story. What is in that drawer...
Chapter 18
She didn’t see Miranda staring at her. She didn’t see Miranda gauging Andy’s reaction to her favorite little battery operated friend. Miranda’s eyes-widened, and a smile spread across her thin lips. She laughed, bringing Andy’s attention towards her.
“Oh fuck, sorry, Miranda, I just…” Andy stumbled to find words. She rolled away from the table, away from the now partially opened drawer.
Miranda’s smile didn’t fade, however. It only grew. Her lips parted and her tongue ran down the side of her mouth and across her bottom lip, laughing almost silently.
Andy, realizing, she wasn’t mad, looked rather perplexed at the grinning, smiling woman, coming towards her. Miranda dropped “The Book” on her bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed, peering down at her vibrator.
“Why do you…you don’t…” Andy couldn’t even begin to comprehend why Miranda had such a thing. “You don’t need that.” Andy pointed a finger in the direction of the drawer and Miranda just laughed.
“You mean you’ve never…” Miranda trailed off realizing Andy really hadn’t ever. “All right.” Miranda extracted her vibrator from the drawer and dropped her robe, exposing her naked body.
“What are you….?” Andy was speechless.
But Miranda didn’t respond, only nodded, flicking her wrist in a gesture that meant for Andy to lay back. Andy apprehensively did so, biting her lip. Miranda had already brought her over her edge more than once and just looking at that evil, seductive glint in Miranda’s eye nearly did it again. But she pulled herself together, intrigued by what Miranda was about to do to her.
Miranda flipped the vibrator on and nestled herself gently on top of Andy. Her hand, with vibrator attached, slid tenderly between their bodies, pressing the device firmly against Andy. Andy cried out and grabbed onto Miranda’s back. “Oh my God!”
The sensation of vibrator against her was enthralling, she arched against Miranda’s hand and the little, wonderful device pressed further against her. Andy could see why Miranda liked it so much.
Miranda, conversely, was getting quite the same affect. Her hand was positioned at just the right spot so that her own middle could press heavily against her vibrating hand. She moaned, masking it with a needy kiss pressed to Andy’s lips.
Their bodies moved together, and for once Miranda didn’t try to make it last, she let herself get over her edge, and she realized, as she did so, that Andy orgasmed only seconds after her.
“Oh God, Miranda…” Andy was overwhelmed, her senses in overdrive as she fell back in the bed. Miranda sat up and grinned, flipping the vibrator off.
“Yes, and you wonder why I use it.” Miranda rolled off of Andy and tucked the vibrator back into the drawer.
“Well I just…I didn’t…” Andy felt like a babbling idiot, but Miranda’s phenomenal lovemaking skills were leaving her without words.
Miranda smiled and then plumped her pillows. Picking up her spare pair of reading glasses, Miranda snuggled into the pillows and grabbed “The Book”. Andy, regaining some semblance of calm after the orgasm, rolled close to her new lover, finding it extremely sexy that Miranda was in her glasses and nothing else. She kissed Miranda’s arm, her cheek. “Do you have to work?” Andy moaned.
Miranda raised her eyebrow at her, opening her mouth to speak, to explain why she needed to work.
“No, don’t. I understand.” Andy sighed, pressing kisses to Miranda’s collarbone.
“You’re quite distracting.” Miranda bristled, attempting to mark on the page, but missing, her black pen marring Andy.
“Marking me?” Andy laughed.
“You’d better watch out, or I might.” Miranda huffed, scribbling down her thought before Andy could get in her way once more.
Andy realized she could taunt Miranda while she worked, and Miranda wasn’t going to argue. So she kissed her way down Miranda’s body.
“Andrea.” Miranda’s voice held a hint of warning, that if Andrea continued, she might just get herself into trouble.
But she didn’t heed Miranda’s warning. She just kept right on going, her lips moving lower and lower with each kiss.
“Andrea…” Miranda huffed, her eyes never leaving “The Book”. Andy knew Miranda wasn’t watching, for as soon as she got to Miranda’s middle and glanced up, she found Miranda feigning disinterest. She slid gently between Miranda’s thighs and, following in Miranda’s lead, she let her tongue explore uncharted territory, surprised at how she quite enjoyed Miranda’s taste, the feel of Miranda’s soft area against her lips.
Miranda shifted slightly, attempting to keep her focus on “The Book”. But Andrea’s lips were quite riveting. She let a moan slip from between her lips as she wrote: Horrible layout…re-work paragraph format. No picture here->
Andy kept going, glad that Miranda wasn’t pushing her away and finding it hot that she was attempting to ignore her.
As Andy continued her assault on Miranda’s wet center, Miranda allowed herself to relax into her. She let her legs come further apart, giving Andy more access, arching against her.
“Andrea!!!” Miranda cried, and Andy realized she had caused Miranda to come once more. She licked at Miranda’s wetness and then slowly let her tongue drag up Miranda’s stomach. It only detached so she could make her way over “The Book” to kiss Miranda.
Miranda enthusiastically let Andy kiss her, before she detached her lips. “I have to finish this.” She sweetly grinned, pressing her lips to Andy’s once more.
Andy nodded and rolled off of Miranda, cuddling up beside her. She glanced at the page Miranda was adamantly studying, her eyes skimming its contents. “That dress is fabulous.” Andy pointed, letting her lips caress Miranda’s ear.
“You like it?” Miranda eyed it, looked it over, and then crossed it off, writing: Move to page 10.
“Why did you do that?” Andy frowned, her arms moving gently over Miranda’s arm, body.
“I think it will go better with the Editor’s favorites.” Miranda grinned, having also admired the dress long before Andy had pointed it out.
Andy inwardly smiled, and nuzzled Miranda’s neck, kissing her tenderly. She yawned and stretched out, finding that she was now bored. With Miranda busy editing “The Book”, Andy had nothing to do. Realizing the pack of cigarettes was across the room, Andy removed herself from the bed, feeling Miranda’s eyes on her as she did so. She pulled the pack out and fumbled with the zippo lighter, lighting the cigarette. She returned to the bed, puffing away. Miranda reached over and let her finger’s graze over Andy’s naked body, loving the feel of Andy’s skin beneath her fingers. Her eyes, however, did not move from the page she was editing.
Andy blew out a cloud of smoke and intertwined her fingers with Miranda’s, just glad to be near her, touching her, feeling her touch against her skin.
“You can watch TV.” Miranda noted, turning the page, scrutinizing the new page.
Andy nodded. “I don’t want to distract you.” She grinned and leaned in to kiss Miranda.
Miranda laughed and grabbed the cigarette from her. And there was just something about that image of Miranda, naked with glasses, “The Book”, and a cigarette, that drove Andy mad. And with patient silence on Andy’s part, and thorough examination of “The Book” on Miranda’s part, they were soon ready for bed.
They cuddled in close to one another, body parts entwined together. Sweet kisses were exchanged before they were too tired to kiss. And late in the evening, early in the morning before sleep had entirely consumed them, Miranda snuggled into Andy’s ear and whispered, “I love you.”
“Love you.” Andy incoherently responded.
~*~
And the next morning was just as sweet. They awoke to Miranda’s alarm clock. Miranda was abruptly awaken by the annoying beeping and turned to find Andy beside her. She let out a slow, morning laugh and leaned in to kiss Andy, who was semi-awake.
“Don’t get up.” Andy whispered, grabbing on to Miranda and pulling her towards her, not allowing her to turn off the incessant beeping of her alarm clock.
Their kisses turned into much, much more and Miranda soon dragged Andy with her to the shower. And by the time they were done, it was getting late. Andy watched Miranda dress, helping her into her clothes, though she didn’t really want to. She kissed the bare skin that was soon covered up as she closed the zipper on Miranda’s skirt. Her lips pressed to Miranda’s chest as she buttoned her up in the front. And soon their lips connected.
“I have to go.” Miranda muttered against Andy’s lips.
Andy pouted, and Miranda kissed away her pout. “You should go too.”
“I know.” Andy nodded.
“You can wear whatever you’d like from my closet.” Miranda grinned and brushed past her, on her way to touch up her make-up for the day and find some shoes.
Andy frowned, wondering what she could and couldn’t wear home. She decided on the cheapest looking pair of pants and a jacket that looked like it was several years old. However, she was sure that both pieces cost well in the 1,000 dollar range.
As she exited the closet she found there was someone else in the room.
“Oh, Cassidy.” Andy gasped, feeling suddenly very, very exposed, embarrassed, ashamed, and surprised.
“Good morning, Andy.” Cassidy blurrily smiled at the younger woman.
It was clear, from Miranda’s position and her daughter’s that Miranda was trying to get Cassidy to leave. “Cassidy, go downstairs and eat breakfast.” Miranda instructed, her tone challenging.
Cassidy didn’t flinch, just left the room looking rather excited, for some unexplained reason.
“Well, now she knows.” Miranda raised her eyebrows and turned on her heels, heading towards her bathroom.
“Well, that’s not a bad thing, Miranda.” Andy shrugged. “She obviously didn’t care.”
Miranda exhaled sharply and Andy could sense something bad was about to happen.
“All right, I’m leaving.” Andy whispered, before she could have Miranda turn on her and yell and ruin their real first morning together. But as Andy turned and walked away, she felt Miranda wrap her arms around her.
“Have a good day,” Miranda kissed her neck, reminding Andy that she had several hickeys to cover that day at work. Andy’s smile returned, glad that Miranda wasn’t yelling at her.
“You too.” Andy turned and kissed her gently goodbye.
~*~
And thus began Andy’s gradual incorporation into the Priestly household. Nights were spent at Miranda’s, making passionate love, or just kissing and cuddling. As the days went on, Andy began bringing more and more of her clothes and daily essentials to the townhome. She was slowly moving in, and Miranda quite liked it. There was a spot for Andy’s clothes in her closet, and Miranda was gracious enough to clean out a drawer in the bathroom for her toiletries.
Furthermore, Cassidy was at peace with the relationship. She didn’t seem to mind when she’d bump into Andy in the kitchen in the morning. In fact she quite liked having another female around. It was different from the men her mother usually had around. Andy just seemed more nice, warmer than the others had been.
She even opted to stay home on weekends she was invited to go with her dad and sister. She would make up an excuse just to spend time with Andy, who was becoming a permanent fixture in her life.
Miranda took notice. And while she felt a sense of relief that Cassidy was so close to Andy, it also frightened her. Miranda’s track record with men was not very good so she wasn't sure how much luck she would have with women. She was just waiting for the moment when she would screw up and Andy would vanish. She didn’t want that to happen. Everything felt so good when Andy was around; she could hardly recall what life was like before Ms. Sachs. And to lose her would be the worst thing that could happen to Miranda, and perhaps to Cassidy.
This was the first time Cassidy had warmed up to one of Miranda’s partners. So she was worried. She didn’t want Cassidy to lose ‘her Andy’, as she fondly liked to call her.
And one night Andy took notice of Miranda’s unfounded fear. As Andy lay beside Miranda, busily typing on her laptop, she happened to notice the Editor was deep in thought. She turned and pressed a kiss to Miranda’s cheek, looking over her shoulder to see what she was distractedly staring at on a page of “The Book”.
“What’s wrong?” Andy inquired, taking a moment to bend her aching wrists, rolling them around to stretch them out.
“What do you mean?” Miranda frowned, flipping the page.
“You seem distracted.” Andy commented, deciding to put her laptop away for the night. She closed it and moved it to the bedside table.
“What do you mean? I’m editing.” Miranda circled a picture and xed through another.
“No, I mean recently. You’ve been acting distant.” Andy snuggled in to Miranda’s side, pointing out a grammatical error she’d missed on the page.
Miranda huffed and marked it, turning to look at Andy. “What do you mean? I’ve been busy. The magazine is due out by the end of the week.”
“I realize, I just felt like something was on your mind.” Andy took the pen away from her lover, causing Miranda to focus solely on her.
Miranda sighed and took her glasses off, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I just,” Miranda paused, not even sure how to bring it up without sounding too needy, or insecure.
“What is it, Miranda?” Andy knew she wanted to say something, but was having trouble forming the sentence.
“Your interaction and…the connection you have with my one daughter, who is speaking to me, is surprising, to me, and I quite hope that you don’t…” Andy frowned at Miranda’s words, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. “I hope you don’t…”
And Andy figured out what the usually very articulate editor was saying. “No, no Miranda. I’m not like Stephen…or whatever the husband before him’s name was. I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to.” Andy pacified her with sweet kisses.
Miranda grinned, glad to have it cleared up. “No, I want you right here.” Miranda stated through kisses. “And I want Caroline here, too.”
“I know,” Andy nodded.
And just as their kisses were beginning to heat up into something more, Miranda’s cell phone started to ring. Miranda huffed and grabbed it off her nightstand. When she realized who it was, however, she immediately detached herself from Andy’s embrace and set up on the edge of the bed. “Caroline?” Her voice was filled with hope; Andy couldn’t possibly see how Caroline could have stayed away from her mother for so long.
“Of course, bubsie. I’ll be right over to get you, of course.” Miranda was already out of the bed and in her closet before she’d hung up the phone. Andy watched as Miranda, who looked suddenly radiant, exited the closet in an all to put together outfit. “She wants to come home. Now. She said something about John and his work and his girlfriend…or girlfriends. She couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Andy grinned.
“I’m getting my baby back.” Miranda smiled, leaning down to kiss Andy.
“I knew she’d come around.” Andy laughed, realizing it was very late at night. She would, more than likely, be asleep before Miranda and Caroline returned. After a long kiss goodbye, Miranda left.
Shortly after Andy fell asleep.
~*~
The next morning was quite interesting, for when Andy entered the kitchen there were two red-heads seated at the barstools eating breakfast. They were whispering together, and didn’t notice Andy until she opened the refrigerator.
“I told you.” She heard Cassidy smartly remark to her sister.
Caroline scrunched her face and huffed, determined not to speak to Andy. She still hated the idea that Andy was around in the morning. That had to mean she’d spent the night…with her mother. It was gross.
“Morning, girls.” Andy smiled kindly at them, but only Cassidy returned the smile. Caroline busied herself with eating cereal. “Glad that you’re back, Caroline. Your mother missed you a lot.” Andy commented, as she opened a yogurt.
Caroline just shrugged her shoulders and continued eating.
“Quite being rude, Caroline.” Cassidy chastised her sister.
“I don’t have to answer to her. She’s not my….mom.” Caroline huffed.
“Caroline.” Miranda’s chilly voice was heard on the stairwell.
Caroline straightened in her seat.
“I know you don’t quite like the idea of Andy and I together, but we are grown-ups. You should respect her, just as you respect me.” Miranda reprimanded her daughter as she moved to make a cup of coffee.
“I don’t owe her respect.” Caroline muttered under her breath and Miranda turned to face her daughter, surprised at her brashness.
“Excuse me,” Miranda stepped towards her daughter, causing Caroline to whimper and Cassidy to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.
“Sorry.” Caroline sighed.
Miranda eyed her daughter and then turned away from her, back to her coffee making. “I expect you to respect Andy. And who knows, you might come to like her. Cassidy certainly does.” Miranda added icily, moving towards Andy, who had been quietly eating her yogurt and watching the daring exchange between mother and daughter. Miranda stole the spoon from Andy and took the bite of yogurt that Andy had just scooped for herself.
Andy winked at Cassidy and then glanced down at her watch. “Oh shoot, I need to go.”
“All right, see you tonight.” Miranda grinned, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips, sending her off for the day. Caroline merely grimaced and pushed her half eaten bowl of cereal away from her. She was no longer hungry.
TBC...