With You Gone. Chapter 44
Author: pure_ecstasy6
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: M15+
Beta: Me, myself and I.
Feedback: Always welcome and appreciated!
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and make no profit from this.
June 16th, 2012.
The Priestly Townhouse.
The months leading up to this devastating third year without their daughter since Jill's Birthday hav been just like any other since this has begun.
Miranda woke most mornings fighting the urge to not scream with agony and slit her throat.
She would have done the latter by now if it weren't for Cassidy and Andrea.
They were her constants keeping her sane.
"Where is Louise?" Miranda questioned, stepping back into the kitchen.
"I don't know. Out with friends or something." Cassidy replied with a huff. "Why isn't Cara here much anymore?"
Miranda shrugged. "I'm not sure. We don't speak much anymore."
"You don't talk much with anyone anymore." Cassidy said.
"Fair point." Miranda replied. "So, what do for dinner? Pick whatever you like as I'm in no mood to decide."
"I don't know. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to go back upstairs." Cassidy said, grabbing a Juice Box from the fridge before walking out of the room, releasing a loud huff from her mouth as she went.
Miranda took a small bottle of San Pellegrino from the fridge and took a few large sips before placing it on the island counter and she too made her way upstairs.
~*~
Cassidy's Room.
Cassidy stormed into her room. She was all roiled up for really no reason other than the fact that three years ago tomorrow is the day Caroline disappeared without a trace, leaving not even one bloody miniscule clue. She had gone through all of Caroline's journal entries, contact all of their friends even their old ones they didn't speak to anymore, and none of them hadn't heard from Caroline.
Cassidy knew that Caroline hadn't run away. They had always mused about what they would do, where they would go, if they ever did run away. They would never do it alone though out in the big bad world. Neither of them had the guts for it. A completely new life though, they had enjoyed thinking of it, however at the end of the day they would laugh at how absurd the idea was and agreed to never do it and wouldn't leave each other without a word.
Her sister had been abducted and there was nothing Cassidy could do about it except worry and worry about what kind of situation her sister could be suffering in and with.
Who would abduct her sister was baffling to Cassidy. She and her sisters had practically been friends with anyone and everyone. They never looked at someone the wrong way or judged people that were different than them. They had always accepted new people into their lives with open arms. They had no enemies. So, the question was, who and why would want to take Caroline away from her?
Why Caroline?
Why not herself?
Or the both of them?
What's the end game for this?
These were questions she thought of every day and she hoped that one of these days soon she would be able to get the answers and the ending she wanted as Cassidy knew her sister was still alive. She could feel her inside of her.
~*~
Miranda walked over to the closed ensuite door and grabbed the handle to slide said door open however the door wouldn't slide. It was locked.
Frowning instantly Miranda raised her knuckles and softly knocked twice. "Andrea, why's the door locked? Is everything okay?"
"Ugh, god!"
Miranda heard her fiancée muffle from inside the closed door. "Darling?"
"Just a minute!"
In all their time being together they have never locked the bathroom door. Even when they were newly together it never occurred to lock it as there was no need to: they trusted each other fully and were comfortable with each other.
Miranda remembered the day after they kissed Andrea had woken up and rushed into the bathroom to release her bladder whilst she had been in the shower.
She heard Andrea muffle a few more words, but she couldn't make out what was being said. She wandered over to the bed and sat down on Andrea's side where she noticed her brunette beauties phone on the bedside table.
Relief instantly filled her knowing that her lover wasn't secretly talking to someone even though she knew Andrea never would do that to her.
Andrea was too faithful to stray, and besides, her lover was extremely busy with her work that she wouldn't be able to find the time for an affair.
Looking over to the bathroom door when she heard the toilet flush and the lock being taken off she stood and wandered over to said door. "Is everything okay?" she asked her lover again.
"Yeah, sorry, I must have accidentally locked the door. I was just using the toilet. I think all the sandwiches I've been having for lunch is starting to back me up." Andrea replied, patting Miranda's shoulder as she breezed past her. "Did you and Cass decide on dinner?"
"Ahh... no. Not yet." Miranda said, furrowing her brows and studying Andrea's attitude.
There was no way Andrea could have accidentally locked the sliding door, but she had no idea why Andrea would feel the need to lie to her. There was nothing that the brunette could secretly be doing in the bathroom.
"Oh, well, I'll just chuck something left over in the microwave for us then. I can't be assed cooking tonight, and we've been spending too much money on take out."
"Alright." Miranda replied to her lovers words, and with that Andrea smiled at her before turning and leaving their bedroom.
Miranda stepped into the bathroom and looked around, searching for clues as to what her lover might have been doing.
However when Miranda stepped further into the room and she stared at her reflection in the mirror a familiar scent filled her nostrils. She swallowed hard at the sudden realisation of what her lover had been doing in here not even two minutes ago.
Taking a deep breath, and leaning against the basin, she closed her eyes as her heart raced.
Her brunette beauty had just been relieving herself of her pent up sexual desire because Miranda wasn't helping her to do so. In all honesty Miranda couldn't even remember the last time they had been sexually intimate.
Biting her bottom lip at the thought of Andrea fingering herself she let out a shaky sigh.
She felt a shot of arousal shoot through her.
Pushing herself away from the counter she ignored said arousal as she walked back out of the room to head back downstairs to ask Andrea what she had originally come upstairs for.
As she made her way down to the kitchen she thought that tonight would she would allow herself to be intimate with her fiancée and to not feel guilty about it.
~*~
Later That Night.
Miranda lifted her head and drank from her flute glass as Andrea's talented fingers kneaded into her back, massaging out the pain and tension.
Resting her head back down onto the pillow she moaned softly.
A couple seconds later she rolled over and her lover began massaging the front of her body whilst also teasing her breasts with a few pinches now and then, and before she realised it Andrea's hot mouth was on her vagina, languish moving her tongue up and down her wet folds.
Miranda hadn't been sure if she would be able to do this tonight, but now, in the moment Miranda accepted it and allowed herself this pleasure, arching her lower body into Andrea's tongue which slowly, but surely entered inside of her continuing to drive her closer to climax.
~*~
TBC.
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: M15+
Beta: Me, myself and I.
Feedback: Always welcome and appreciated!
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and make no profit from this.
June 16th, 2012.
The Priestly Townhouse.
The months leading up to this devastating third year without their daughter since Jill's Birthday hav been just like any other since this has begun.
Miranda woke most mornings fighting the urge to not scream with agony and slit her throat.
She would have done the latter by now if it weren't for Cassidy and Andrea.
They were her constants keeping her sane.
"Where is Louise?" Miranda questioned, stepping back into the kitchen.
"I don't know. Out with friends or something." Cassidy replied with a huff. "Why isn't Cara here much anymore?"
Miranda shrugged. "I'm not sure. We don't speak much anymore."
"You don't talk much with anyone anymore." Cassidy said.
"Fair point." Miranda replied. "So, what do for dinner? Pick whatever you like as I'm in no mood to decide."
"I don't know. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to go back upstairs." Cassidy said, grabbing a Juice Box from the fridge before walking out of the room, releasing a loud huff from her mouth as she went.
Miranda took a small bottle of San Pellegrino from the fridge and took a few large sips before placing it on the island counter and she too made her way upstairs.
~*~
Cassidy's Room.
Cassidy stormed into her room. She was all roiled up for really no reason other than the fact that three years ago tomorrow is the day Caroline disappeared without a trace, leaving not even one bloody miniscule clue. She had gone through all of Caroline's journal entries, contact all of their friends even their old ones they didn't speak to anymore, and none of them hadn't heard from Caroline.
Cassidy knew that Caroline hadn't run away. They had always mused about what they would do, where they would go, if they ever did run away. They would never do it alone though out in the big bad world. Neither of them had the guts for it. A completely new life though, they had enjoyed thinking of it, however at the end of the day they would laugh at how absurd the idea was and agreed to never do it and wouldn't leave each other without a word.
Her sister had been abducted and there was nothing Cassidy could do about it except worry and worry about what kind of situation her sister could be suffering in and with.
Who would abduct her sister was baffling to Cassidy. She and her sisters had practically been friends with anyone and everyone. They never looked at someone the wrong way or judged people that were different than them. They had always accepted new people into their lives with open arms. They had no enemies. So, the question was, who and why would want to take Caroline away from her?
Why Caroline?
Why not herself?
Or the both of them?
What's the end game for this?
These were questions she thought of every day and she hoped that one of these days soon she would be able to get the answers and the ending she wanted as Cassidy knew her sister was still alive. She could feel her inside of her.
~*~
Miranda walked over to the closed ensuite door and grabbed the handle to slide said door open however the door wouldn't slide. It was locked.
Frowning instantly Miranda raised her knuckles and softly knocked twice. "Andrea, why's the door locked? Is everything okay?"
"Ugh, god!"
Miranda heard her fiancée muffle from inside the closed door. "Darling?"
"Just a minute!"
In all their time being together they have never locked the bathroom door. Even when they were newly together it never occurred to lock it as there was no need to: they trusted each other fully and were comfortable with each other.
Miranda remembered the day after they kissed Andrea had woken up and rushed into the bathroom to release her bladder whilst she had been in the shower.
She heard Andrea muffle a few more words, but she couldn't make out what was being said. She wandered over to the bed and sat down on Andrea's side where she noticed her brunette beauties phone on the bedside table.
Relief instantly filled her knowing that her lover wasn't secretly talking to someone even though she knew Andrea never would do that to her.
Andrea was too faithful to stray, and besides, her lover was extremely busy with her work that she wouldn't be able to find the time for an affair.
Looking over to the bathroom door when she heard the toilet flush and the lock being taken off she stood and wandered over to said door. "Is everything okay?" she asked her lover again.
"Yeah, sorry, I must have accidentally locked the door. I was just using the toilet. I think all the sandwiches I've been having for lunch is starting to back me up." Andrea replied, patting Miranda's shoulder as she breezed past her. "Did you and Cass decide on dinner?"
"Ahh... no. Not yet." Miranda said, furrowing her brows and studying Andrea's attitude.
There was no way Andrea could have accidentally locked the sliding door, but she had no idea why Andrea would feel the need to lie to her. There was nothing that the brunette could secretly be doing in the bathroom.
"Oh, well, I'll just chuck something left over in the microwave for us then. I can't be assed cooking tonight, and we've been spending too much money on take out."
"Alright." Miranda replied to her lovers words, and with that Andrea smiled at her before turning and leaving their bedroom.
Miranda stepped into the bathroom and looked around, searching for clues as to what her lover might have been doing.
However when Miranda stepped further into the room and she stared at her reflection in the mirror a familiar scent filled her nostrils. She swallowed hard at the sudden realisation of what her lover had been doing in here not even two minutes ago.
Taking a deep breath, and leaning against the basin, she closed her eyes as her heart raced.
Her brunette beauty had just been relieving herself of her pent up sexual desire because Miranda wasn't helping her to do so. In all honesty Miranda couldn't even remember the last time they had been sexually intimate.
Biting her bottom lip at the thought of Andrea fingering herself she let out a shaky sigh.
She felt a shot of arousal shoot through her.
Pushing herself away from the counter she ignored said arousal as she walked back out of the room to head back downstairs to ask Andrea what she had originally come upstairs for.
As she made her way down to the kitchen she thought that tonight would she would allow herself to be intimate with her fiancée and to not feel guilty about it.
~*~
Later That Night.
Miranda lifted her head and drank from her flute glass as Andrea's talented fingers kneaded into her back, massaging out the pain and tension.
Resting her head back down onto the pillow she moaned softly.
A couple seconds later she rolled over and her lover began massaging the front of her body whilst also teasing her breasts with a few pinches now and then, and before she realised it Andrea's hot mouth was on her vagina, languish moving her tongue up and down her wet folds.
Miranda hadn't been sure if she would be able to do this tonight, but now, in the moment Miranda accepted it and allowed herself this pleasure, arching her lower body into Andrea's tongue which slowly, but surely entered inside of her continuing to drive her closer to climax.
~*~
TBC.