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Miranda in the Garden of Good and Evil, (Parts 14 & 15)
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
author's note 2 Sorry this was not posted with my characteristic swiftness, I had an unexpected trip to the doctor today. Also, I changed this part to NC-17, I don't know exactly when smut crosses the line from r to nc-17, but if I didn't cross it, I definitely pushed it.
Part Fourteen
The majority of Miranda’s relationships had been long ones, it was only in the more recent years as Miranda that she had shorter relationships. She had picked Miranda’s husbands for the wrong reasons. She had picked them because they made sense -- on paper.
When she was young she didn’t waste her time on matters of the heart, she chose instead to learn and to educate herself. When she learned of her patronage and moved to London she met William Wright. At first he didn’t make a huge impression on her but he told her that he had fallen in love with her the first moment he saw her. They crossed paths several times over the course of a month and finally, at a party thrown by a mutual friend he’d approached her.
“Your hand looked very empty, my lady,” he bowed a little and offered her a glass of wine.
She accepted the wine and sipped it. She recognized him of course, he had kind eyes.
“Miriam, yes?”
“Before you continue, sir, I have no desire to be taken care of, I do not wish to be a housewife and I refuse to cook supper.” She swirled the wine in the glass and took another sip, “I am quite adamant about all of the aforementioned.”
“Thank goodness.” William grinned. “I was half afraid you’d turn out to be one of those dotty women who just wanted to get married and be subservient for the rest of her days.”
Miranda watched him curiously. “And your name, sir?”
“William Wright, ma’am.” He bowed again. “I would like very much if you would do me the honor of taking a walk with me.”
She smirked, “I believe my schedule allows.”
Three months later at the age of 18 and ¾ she wed William Wright. He joked with her that no other name but Wright suited her so well because, of course, she was always right.
Their marriage was a little over 10 years and came to an abrupt end when William contracted tuburculosis. He’d left her with a small fortune and a good deal of real estate, including a London theatre.
She had been running the theatre for the previous 8 years and had grown especially close to the actress who customarily played the lead in her plays, Betty Townsend. She was also a widow and they took solace in each other, a friendship of mutual dependency which evolved into a beautiful love affair.
She and Betty shared their lives for nearly 20 years. Betty was older than she by 10 years and in her 50s died from pneumonia. She lay next to Miranda in bed and Miranda watched the life drain from her body. Miranda was similarly infected and she watched her lover through glazed eyes and prayed for the mercy of death. She squeeze Betty’s hand as hard as she possibly could as though the extra pressure could give her more strength, perhaps it was to try to feel Betty’s love one final time.
At last she gave a gasp as her chest couldn’t take the illness any longer and she felt her soul leave her body and she was at peace. She smiled serenely as she floated upwards. She could intuit everything that was happening on earth, she could see and understand everything for a split second before her eyes sprung open and she sat bolt upright in bed, her fever had broken and her body had returned to health.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at her dead lover and cursed God for not taking her too. She held her face in her hands all night and cried straight through until morning.
The next day she sold the theatre and all of her property and took the train to France and changed her name to Carlotta. Her next love was Pierrette and she met her demise at the hands of the Nazis because of her part in the underground resistance. Then Lucie Follet left her because she was pregnant and wanted to get married. Miranda resented the child hugely. Her last lover as Carlotta was an English Lieutenant named James Leonard. He had kind eyes too.
Then as Miranda? Dear God, there were nearly too many to count. Lucas, Mark, Adam, Todd, Stephen, Marcilla, Stephanie. The longest of those relationships had been 5 years, provided you count the year of separation before the divorce was finalized.
Now here they were. She and Andrea walking through the streets of Paris…
Part Fifteen
The streets were still bustling even though night had fallen. Andy’s fingers were threaded through Miranda’s possessively. She never wanted to let her go, she wanted to touch her and feel her forever.
“Have you been with a woman before?” Andy mused out loud, looking over at Miranda.
Miranda snorted an indignant laugh, “I had my first tryst with a woman before your grandmother was even a twinkle in the milkman’s eye.”
Andy laughed, “my grandfather actually was a milkman.”
“Your grasp on irony is refreshing.” Miranda smiled letting go of her hand to wrap an arm around her waist.
“Where are we staying tonight? You seem to know exactly where you’re headed.”
“It is a surprise, Andrea.” Miranda smirked coyly as she turned them down another road. “I think you’ll be pleased.”
Andy grinned, “I hope you mean that as a double entendre.”
“Do you think of nothing but sex?” Miranda laughed.
“My hormones are all over the place.” Andy smiled, “for the last week I would have been happy to have sex every waking minute. You like sex, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.” Miranda said defensively, “I love sex. It just all sort of becomes the same eventually.”
“So I have to be particularly exceptional to impress you, hm?”
“I would be surprised if I gave you the impression that I’d accept anything less.” Miranda said coyly, “in my employees and in my lovers there is no room for mediocrity.”
Andy grinned, “I don’t tolerate mediocrity either.”
“Clearly,” Miranda snorted, “you had to look outside your species to find a proper lover, I would say you have very high standards.”
“Are you… anatomically the same as me?”
“Not if you cracked me open but for all intents and purposes, yes.” Miranda gave Andy a squeeze. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to push you in the Seine, just do it.” Miranda walked around behind her and put her hands over Andy’s eyes. “Just keep walking forward.”
“Miranda, this is ridiculous.” Andy giggled as Miranda helped her walk the last half block.
“You’re ridiculous, be quiet.” She squared her shoulders in front of a building and said, “okay, you can look now.”
Andy looked up, “no way. It’s the Ritz!”
“I met Coco Chanel in the lift here.”
“Coco Chanel let you ride the elevator with you. Did she let you speak to her?”
“She was awe-inspiring, Andrea.” Miranda started explaining as they entered the magnificent building. Miranda walked up to the reception desk and requested a room.
“Uh, madame, we do not allow dogs.” The receptionist leaned over the desk and turned her nose up at Priestly.
Miranda leaned down and picked the dog up. “Dog? This isn’t a dog, this is a fur purse. Don’t be embarrassed though, everyone makes that mistake.”
“Oh, so it is.” The receptionist blushed, “I’m sorry, madame. We serve breakfast at 8 if you are interested.”
“Merci bien.” Miranda pressed the button on the lift.
“Fur purse.” Andy laughed, taking Priestly, “don’t take it personally, Priest.”
“Talking to animals are you?”
“Saving him from becoming a purse.” Andy laughed.
“Do I look like Cruella DeVil?” Miranda reached over and petted Priestly’s coarse fur, “besides, he’s much too coarse for a purse, he’d be itchy.”
Miranda let them into their room and Andy stared at the décor in wonder. She moved to the window and looked out, exclaiming excitedly, “we have a view of the tower!”
Miranda wrapped her arms around Andy’s waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips. Andy’s hands snaked over Miranda’s hips and down to cup and knead her ass. She moaned into the kiss as Miranda pushed her back against the wall. Andy hiked a leg up Miranda’s thigh and bucked her hips against her.
Andy pushed Miranda’s shirt off her shoulders. She broke the kiss and started to kiss, lick and nip down her neck. Miranda leaned back, giving Andy better access to her neck. Andy pushed Miranda’s dark hair out of her way and bit down into the creamy skin.
Miranda dragged them to the bed. Andy fell onto it with a bounce and Miranda straddled her hips. Miranda captured her lips in a searing kiss and started to pull her shirt up. Once she got the shirt up over Andy’s breasts she leaned down to pepper kisses on the newly exposed skin. She unceremoniously pulled her bra down and cupped the breasts.
Andy groaned and closed her eyes. She was a quiver with anticipation. Miranda leaned down and slowly swirled a tongue over Andy’s pink nipple. Andy moaned loudly. Miranda’s mouth closed around the bud and sucked until Andy’s back was arched at an impossible angle, thrusting her breast further into Miranda’s mouth.
Miranda’s body ached for contact and she was reminded that it had been nearly a year since she’d had sex and it had been nearly ten years since she’d had good sex. Those thoughts were shoved easily to the back of her mind as she focused on the vision that laid prone and waiting under her.
Andy’s hands pulled Miranda’s shirt open and easily pulled it off, throwing it haphazardly aside. She pulled Miranda down to kiss her. “You’re so beautiful,” she huffed, her fingernails raking over Miranda’s sides, “god, you’re amazing.”
Miranda divested Andy of the shirt and bra, “oh Andrea,” Miranda cupped her cheeks, “I want this so much.”
“You’ve got it, Miranda,” Andy breathed, “it’s all for you, god, I am surrendered to you so completely, you have no idea… please…”
Miranda got off the bed for a moment and looked down at Andy’s heaving chest and pleading eyes. She grinned and unzipped Andy’s pants, yanking them off her without scruple crawling back between her legs.
Miranda nuzzled her center through the cotton underpants and Andy briefly cursed herself for buying the sensible underwear instead of sexy underwear. In her defense, though, she didn’t know the protocol for dressing for bumming around Europe trying to prevent the end of days.
Miranda’s fingers slid under the waistband of the underwear and all logical thought in Andy’s brain went out the window and was replaced with oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god as she gripped the sheets desperately.
Miranda pulled the underwear slowly down her legs and once she had removed them she placed kisses slowly up Andy’s legs. Andy thought she would explode from the teasing. Couldn’t Miranda see how wet she was? How ready? How desperate? Perhaps she was just mean.
Long slender fingers lightly traced Andy’s opening. Andy let out a whimper and lifted her hips towards Miranda’s touch. Miranda moaned feeling Andy’s wetness, the usual feeling of pride filled her as she pushed her fingers into Andy, filling her.
Andy moaned loudly, arching her back and bucking her hips. Miranda added another finger and set a slow rhythm, pushing her fingers into Andy and curling them up, pressing against the most sensitive spot.
Miranda watched Andy’s face flashing lust and desire and affection and back to lust as Miranda’s fingers slid in and out of her. Miranda could have come just from watching her but thought that Andy might have been insulted if she didn’t get to do it herself. She leaned down and extended her tongue until it touched Andy’s clit.
Andy gasped and moaned and writhed. She pushed her hips up into Miranda’s face. Miranda happily obliged, her tongue swirled around Andy’s clit as her free hand held Andy’s hips up to her greedy mouth.
Andy held on until she felt that she was on the brink of madness. She gripped the sheets and squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. She moaned long and low and writhed. “Holy fucking Jesus shit.” She mumbled as her eyes rolled back into her head. She ran her fingers through her hair.
Miranda grinned like the cat who ate the canary as she watched Andy recover. Miranda leaned down to kiss Andy’s thighs and Andy whimpered.
“Very colorful orgasm.” Miranda smirked coyly.
“Whole new meaning to touched by an angel.” Andy sat up and wrapped her arms around Miranda’s shoulders. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Pregnant sex is going to be the best sex of your life,” Miranda kissed her lips and then her neck, “it’s all the hormones.”
“No, no… no one has ever fucked me like that before. Miranda, that was amazing. That’s the kind of sex that people paint art for, write books about!”
“You’re going to give me a big head.” Miranda dragged her teeth over Andy’s pulse point.
“I’m going to return the favor,” she breathed, flipping them over. Miranda lay on her back looking up at Andy with half lidded eyes, her expression dripping with desire. “Take your contacts out? I want to see your eyes.”
Miranda had nearly forgotten about her contacts. She’d never let a lover see her eyes during sex and for a moment she was overcome with uncertainty. Surely it was a simple request, one that shouldn’t cause her any anxiety.
Andy touched Miranda’s face gently, pressing soft adoring kisses along her jawline. Miranda was overcome with affection for the girl, in whom she could sense no ill-will and found it hard to refuse her anything. She reached up and removed the little concave lenses.
Her eyes were dark, almost black but with faint traces of yellow. “I love your eyes.” Andy whispered, “I love that I get to see them.”
Miranda’s hands ran up Andy’s back. Andy lowered her lips to Miranda’s neck and sucked on the supple skin until she had left a dark purple hickey. If Miranda could manipulate her own physical appearance Andy intended to take full advantage.
Miranda’s moans were low and guttural, the sounds driving Andy wild. Andy’s hands cupped Miranda’s breasts, kneading the flesh and nipped down to the crevice between them. She reached underneath her and unhooked her bra, throwing it in the general direction of her shirt.
“Skip that, there’ll be time for that later!” Miranda all but yelped as she lifted her hips desperately.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Andy grinned, making quick work of her pants and shoving her fingers into Miranda’s hot, wet cunt.
Miranda gripped Andy’s hips as she bucked her own against Andy’s thrusting fingers. Her nails dug and Andy bit her lip to bite back a hiss, favoring instead to push through the pain. Miranda’s moans and groans and grunts were endless as she rode Andy’s fingers for all she was worth before a hugely powerful orgasm overtook her.
Andy let out a breath reaching to the fingernails burrowing their way under her skin and extracted them, she took Miranda’s hands and held them tightly as Miranda returned to herself.
Andy snuggled up to her new lover and kissed her temple, whispering in her ear, “somehow I don’t think that was all me,” she grinned, “do you have super orgasms as part of your angel repertoire?”
“No, Andrea,” Miranda shook her head, “no, no, that was all you… it’s been… a while. Also, I do confess that I was starting to feel my age and it’s very sexy to be desired by a beautiful young woman who knows my dirty little secret.”
“Being an angel is hardly a dirty secret,” Andy smiled, wiping hair away from Miranda’s sweaty forehead.
“I’m only half angel, actually.” Miranda admitted, “my mother is an angel but my father was a genie and genies are… supposedly evil.”
“Supposedly?”
“Well… inherently.”
“So… half of you is inherently… evil?”
“Not necessarily.” Miranda shook her head. “It’s like say a kid inherits mathematical prowess from her mother but not her impeccable sense of direction.”
“Wait… so you actually did lie to me, after you told me that you were entirely truthful?”
“I never said entirely. I never said I revealed all to you. Everything I’ve told you is true and that’s indisputable.”
“I’m supposed to feel safe with you?”
“Yes.” Miranda said it with conviction. “I am for all intents and purposes your angel, my duty to God is to keep you safe and my duty to you is to tell you the truth. I’m telling you that my father is a genie because I want to be honest with you.”
“Jesus.” Andy sat up looking away from Miranda.
Miranda ran her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t tell you originally because it sounds crazy enough to tell you I’m an angel and it doesn’t inspire confidence to reveal that I’m half genie.”
“No, you’re right, it doesn’t.”
“Andrea, I’m still the same person I was 10 minutes ago.” She said softly, “I’m still the same as I was yesterday.”
“And in a couple of days when you give me another piece of the puzzle, what then? Are we going to go through this same song and dance, Miranda?” Andy turned to look at her, her eyes were narrowed, attempting to understand.
Miranda shook her head, “that’s the last piece, Andrea, that’s it, that’s the whole truth.”
“How do I know that, Miranda?”
“Because I never lie, I always employ semantics to circumvent the truth, but I never lie.” Miranda explained, “and I am saying to you, point blank, that I have told you the whole, entire truth.”
“But how do I know that?”
“I guess you’ll have to have faith in me.” Miranda whispered.
♥
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
author's note 2 Sorry this was not posted with my characteristic swiftness, I had an unexpected trip to the doctor today. Also, I changed this part to NC-17, I don't know exactly when smut crosses the line from r to nc-17, but if I didn't cross it, I definitely pushed it.
Part Fourteen
The majority of Miranda’s relationships had been long ones, it was only in the more recent years as Miranda that she had shorter relationships. She had picked Miranda’s husbands for the wrong reasons. She had picked them because they made sense -- on paper.
When she was young she didn’t waste her time on matters of the heart, she chose instead to learn and to educate herself. When she learned of her patronage and moved to London she met William Wright. At first he didn’t make a huge impression on her but he told her that he had fallen in love with her the first moment he saw her. They crossed paths several times over the course of a month and finally, at a party thrown by a mutual friend he’d approached her.
“Your hand looked very empty, my lady,” he bowed a little and offered her a glass of wine.
She accepted the wine and sipped it. She recognized him of course, he had kind eyes.
“Miriam, yes?”
“Before you continue, sir, I have no desire to be taken care of, I do not wish to be a housewife and I refuse to cook supper.” She swirled the wine in the glass and took another sip, “I am quite adamant about all of the aforementioned.”
“Thank goodness.” William grinned. “I was half afraid you’d turn out to be one of those dotty women who just wanted to get married and be subservient for the rest of her days.”
Miranda watched him curiously. “And your name, sir?”
“William Wright, ma’am.” He bowed again. “I would like very much if you would do me the honor of taking a walk with me.”
She smirked, “I believe my schedule allows.”
Three months later at the age of 18 and ¾ she wed William Wright. He joked with her that no other name but Wright suited her so well because, of course, she was always right.
Their marriage was a little over 10 years and came to an abrupt end when William contracted tuburculosis. He’d left her with a small fortune and a good deal of real estate, including a London theatre.
She had been running the theatre for the previous 8 years and had grown especially close to the actress who customarily played the lead in her plays, Betty Townsend. She was also a widow and they took solace in each other, a friendship of mutual dependency which evolved into a beautiful love affair.
She and Betty shared their lives for nearly 20 years. Betty was older than she by 10 years and in her 50s died from pneumonia. She lay next to Miranda in bed and Miranda watched the life drain from her body. Miranda was similarly infected and she watched her lover through glazed eyes and prayed for the mercy of death. She squeeze Betty’s hand as hard as she possibly could as though the extra pressure could give her more strength, perhaps it was to try to feel Betty’s love one final time.
At last she gave a gasp as her chest couldn’t take the illness any longer and she felt her soul leave her body and she was at peace. She smiled serenely as she floated upwards. She could intuit everything that was happening on earth, she could see and understand everything for a split second before her eyes sprung open and she sat bolt upright in bed, her fever had broken and her body had returned to health.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at her dead lover and cursed God for not taking her too. She held her face in her hands all night and cried straight through until morning.
The next day she sold the theatre and all of her property and took the train to France and changed her name to Carlotta. Her next love was Pierrette and she met her demise at the hands of the Nazis because of her part in the underground resistance. Then Lucie Follet left her because she was pregnant and wanted to get married. Miranda resented the child hugely. Her last lover as Carlotta was an English Lieutenant named James Leonard. He had kind eyes too.
Then as Miranda? Dear God, there were nearly too many to count. Lucas, Mark, Adam, Todd, Stephen, Marcilla, Stephanie. The longest of those relationships had been 5 years, provided you count the year of separation before the divorce was finalized.
Now here they were. She and Andrea walking through the streets of Paris…
Part Fifteen
The streets were still bustling even though night had fallen. Andy’s fingers were threaded through Miranda’s possessively. She never wanted to let her go, she wanted to touch her and feel her forever.
“Have you been with a woman before?” Andy mused out loud, looking over at Miranda.
Miranda snorted an indignant laugh, “I had my first tryst with a woman before your grandmother was even a twinkle in the milkman’s eye.”
Andy laughed, “my grandfather actually was a milkman.”
“Your grasp on irony is refreshing.” Miranda smiled letting go of her hand to wrap an arm around her waist.
“Where are we staying tonight? You seem to know exactly where you’re headed.”
“It is a surprise, Andrea.” Miranda smirked coyly as she turned them down another road. “I think you’ll be pleased.”
Andy grinned, “I hope you mean that as a double entendre.”
“Do you think of nothing but sex?” Miranda laughed.
“My hormones are all over the place.” Andy smiled, “for the last week I would have been happy to have sex every waking minute. You like sex, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.” Miranda said defensively, “I love sex. It just all sort of becomes the same eventually.”
“So I have to be particularly exceptional to impress you, hm?”
“I would be surprised if I gave you the impression that I’d accept anything less.” Miranda said coyly, “in my employees and in my lovers there is no room for mediocrity.”
Andy grinned, “I don’t tolerate mediocrity either.”
“Clearly,” Miranda snorted, “you had to look outside your species to find a proper lover, I would say you have very high standards.”
“Are you… anatomically the same as me?”
“Not if you cracked me open but for all intents and purposes, yes.” Miranda gave Andy a squeeze. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to push you in the Seine, just do it.” Miranda walked around behind her and put her hands over Andy’s eyes. “Just keep walking forward.”
“Miranda, this is ridiculous.” Andy giggled as Miranda helped her walk the last half block.
“You’re ridiculous, be quiet.” She squared her shoulders in front of a building and said, “okay, you can look now.”
Andy looked up, “no way. It’s the Ritz!”
“I met Coco Chanel in the lift here.”
“Coco Chanel let you ride the elevator with you. Did she let you speak to her?”
“She was awe-inspiring, Andrea.” Miranda started explaining as they entered the magnificent building. Miranda walked up to the reception desk and requested a room.
“Uh, madame, we do not allow dogs.” The receptionist leaned over the desk and turned her nose up at Priestly.
Miranda leaned down and picked the dog up. “Dog? This isn’t a dog, this is a fur purse. Don’t be embarrassed though, everyone makes that mistake.”
“Oh, so it is.” The receptionist blushed, “I’m sorry, madame. We serve breakfast at 8 if you are interested.”
“Merci bien.” Miranda pressed the button on the lift.
“Fur purse.” Andy laughed, taking Priestly, “don’t take it personally, Priest.”
“Talking to animals are you?”
“Saving him from becoming a purse.” Andy laughed.
“Do I look like Cruella DeVil?” Miranda reached over and petted Priestly’s coarse fur, “besides, he’s much too coarse for a purse, he’d be itchy.”
Miranda let them into their room and Andy stared at the décor in wonder. She moved to the window and looked out, exclaiming excitedly, “we have a view of the tower!”
Miranda wrapped her arms around Andy’s waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips. Andy’s hands snaked over Miranda’s hips and down to cup and knead her ass. She moaned into the kiss as Miranda pushed her back against the wall. Andy hiked a leg up Miranda’s thigh and bucked her hips against her.
Andy pushed Miranda’s shirt off her shoulders. She broke the kiss and started to kiss, lick and nip down her neck. Miranda leaned back, giving Andy better access to her neck. Andy pushed Miranda’s dark hair out of her way and bit down into the creamy skin.
Miranda dragged them to the bed. Andy fell onto it with a bounce and Miranda straddled her hips. Miranda captured her lips in a searing kiss and started to pull her shirt up. Once she got the shirt up over Andy’s breasts she leaned down to pepper kisses on the newly exposed skin. She unceremoniously pulled her bra down and cupped the breasts.
Andy groaned and closed her eyes. She was a quiver with anticipation. Miranda leaned down and slowly swirled a tongue over Andy’s pink nipple. Andy moaned loudly. Miranda’s mouth closed around the bud and sucked until Andy’s back was arched at an impossible angle, thrusting her breast further into Miranda’s mouth.
Miranda’s body ached for contact and she was reminded that it had been nearly a year since she’d had sex and it had been nearly ten years since she’d had good sex. Those thoughts were shoved easily to the back of her mind as she focused on the vision that laid prone and waiting under her.
Andy’s hands pulled Miranda’s shirt open and easily pulled it off, throwing it haphazardly aside. She pulled Miranda down to kiss her. “You’re so beautiful,” she huffed, her fingernails raking over Miranda’s sides, “god, you’re amazing.”
Miranda divested Andy of the shirt and bra, “oh Andrea,” Miranda cupped her cheeks, “I want this so much.”
“You’ve got it, Miranda,” Andy breathed, “it’s all for you, god, I am surrendered to you so completely, you have no idea… please…”
Miranda got off the bed for a moment and looked down at Andy’s heaving chest and pleading eyes. She grinned and unzipped Andy’s pants, yanking them off her without scruple crawling back between her legs.
Miranda nuzzled her center through the cotton underpants and Andy briefly cursed herself for buying the sensible underwear instead of sexy underwear. In her defense, though, she didn’t know the protocol for dressing for bumming around Europe trying to prevent the end of days.
Miranda’s fingers slid under the waistband of the underwear and all logical thought in Andy’s brain went out the window and was replaced with oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god as she gripped the sheets desperately.
Miranda pulled the underwear slowly down her legs and once she had removed them she placed kisses slowly up Andy’s legs. Andy thought she would explode from the teasing. Couldn’t Miranda see how wet she was? How ready? How desperate? Perhaps she was just mean.
Long slender fingers lightly traced Andy’s opening. Andy let out a whimper and lifted her hips towards Miranda’s touch. Miranda moaned feeling Andy’s wetness, the usual feeling of pride filled her as she pushed her fingers into Andy, filling her.
Andy moaned loudly, arching her back and bucking her hips. Miranda added another finger and set a slow rhythm, pushing her fingers into Andy and curling them up, pressing against the most sensitive spot.
Miranda watched Andy’s face flashing lust and desire and affection and back to lust as Miranda’s fingers slid in and out of her. Miranda could have come just from watching her but thought that Andy might have been insulted if she didn’t get to do it herself. She leaned down and extended her tongue until it touched Andy’s clit.
Andy gasped and moaned and writhed. She pushed her hips up into Miranda’s face. Miranda happily obliged, her tongue swirled around Andy’s clit as her free hand held Andy’s hips up to her greedy mouth.
Andy held on until she felt that she was on the brink of madness. She gripped the sheets and squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. She moaned long and low and writhed. “Holy fucking Jesus shit.” She mumbled as her eyes rolled back into her head. She ran her fingers through her hair.
Miranda grinned like the cat who ate the canary as she watched Andy recover. Miranda leaned down to kiss Andy’s thighs and Andy whimpered.
“Very colorful orgasm.” Miranda smirked coyly.
“Whole new meaning to touched by an angel.” Andy sat up and wrapped her arms around Miranda’s shoulders. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Pregnant sex is going to be the best sex of your life,” Miranda kissed her lips and then her neck, “it’s all the hormones.”
“No, no… no one has ever fucked me like that before. Miranda, that was amazing. That’s the kind of sex that people paint art for, write books about!”
“You’re going to give me a big head.” Miranda dragged her teeth over Andy’s pulse point.
“I’m going to return the favor,” she breathed, flipping them over. Miranda lay on her back looking up at Andy with half lidded eyes, her expression dripping with desire. “Take your contacts out? I want to see your eyes.”
Miranda had nearly forgotten about her contacts. She’d never let a lover see her eyes during sex and for a moment she was overcome with uncertainty. Surely it was a simple request, one that shouldn’t cause her any anxiety.
Andy touched Miranda’s face gently, pressing soft adoring kisses along her jawline. Miranda was overcome with affection for the girl, in whom she could sense no ill-will and found it hard to refuse her anything. She reached up and removed the little concave lenses.
Her eyes were dark, almost black but with faint traces of yellow. “I love your eyes.” Andy whispered, “I love that I get to see them.”
Miranda’s hands ran up Andy’s back. Andy lowered her lips to Miranda’s neck and sucked on the supple skin until she had left a dark purple hickey. If Miranda could manipulate her own physical appearance Andy intended to take full advantage.
Miranda’s moans were low and guttural, the sounds driving Andy wild. Andy’s hands cupped Miranda’s breasts, kneading the flesh and nipped down to the crevice between them. She reached underneath her and unhooked her bra, throwing it in the general direction of her shirt.
“Skip that, there’ll be time for that later!” Miranda all but yelped as she lifted her hips desperately.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Andy grinned, making quick work of her pants and shoving her fingers into Miranda’s hot, wet cunt.
Miranda gripped Andy’s hips as she bucked her own against Andy’s thrusting fingers. Her nails dug and Andy bit her lip to bite back a hiss, favoring instead to push through the pain. Miranda’s moans and groans and grunts were endless as she rode Andy’s fingers for all she was worth before a hugely powerful orgasm overtook her.
Andy let out a breath reaching to the fingernails burrowing their way under her skin and extracted them, she took Miranda’s hands and held them tightly as Miranda returned to herself.
Andy snuggled up to her new lover and kissed her temple, whispering in her ear, “somehow I don’t think that was all me,” she grinned, “do you have super orgasms as part of your angel repertoire?”
“No, Andrea,” Miranda shook her head, “no, no, that was all you… it’s been… a while. Also, I do confess that I was starting to feel my age and it’s very sexy to be desired by a beautiful young woman who knows my dirty little secret.”
“Being an angel is hardly a dirty secret,” Andy smiled, wiping hair away from Miranda’s sweaty forehead.
“I’m only half angel, actually.” Miranda admitted, “my mother is an angel but my father was a genie and genies are… supposedly evil.”
“Supposedly?”
“Well… inherently.”
“So… half of you is inherently… evil?”
“Not necessarily.” Miranda shook her head. “It’s like say a kid inherits mathematical prowess from her mother but not her impeccable sense of direction.”
“Wait… so you actually did lie to me, after you told me that you were entirely truthful?”
“I never said entirely. I never said I revealed all to you. Everything I’ve told you is true and that’s indisputable.”
“I’m supposed to feel safe with you?”
“Yes.” Miranda said it with conviction. “I am for all intents and purposes your angel, my duty to God is to keep you safe and my duty to you is to tell you the truth. I’m telling you that my father is a genie because I want to be honest with you.”
“Jesus.” Andy sat up looking away from Miranda.
Miranda ran her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t tell you originally because it sounds crazy enough to tell you I’m an angel and it doesn’t inspire confidence to reveal that I’m half genie.”
“No, you’re right, it doesn’t.”
“Andrea, I’m still the same person I was 10 minutes ago.” She said softly, “I’m still the same as I was yesterday.”
“And in a couple of days when you give me another piece of the puzzle, what then? Are we going to go through this same song and dance, Miranda?” Andy turned to look at her, her eyes were narrowed, attempting to understand.
Miranda shook her head, “that’s the last piece, Andrea, that’s it, that’s the whole truth.”
“How do I know that, Miranda?”
“Because I never lie, I always employ semantics to circumvent the truth, but I never lie.” Miranda explained, “and I am saying to you, point blank, that I have told you the whole, entire truth.”
“But how do I know that?”
“I guess you’ll have to have faith in me.” Miranda whispered.
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