Mar 14, 2014 23:11
She's alive! And also apparently taking to referring to herself in third person. Anyway, sweet readers, as always my muse would dearly love your thoughts and comments.
Also there is some smut in this chapter. There hasn't been a ton so far I know. Attempting to stretch myself as a writer, and being straight don't have the same insight or relevant experience for femmeslash pairings! That being said, there still won't be a ton, but there it is for your consideration.
"I think I've changed my mind about the amniocentesis," Miranda mentioned nonchalantly the evening before the scheduled procedure as she went through The Book in bed.
"Okay…" Andy tried to wrap her head around Miranda's sudden change in opinion. She walked out of the bathroom where she had been getting ready for bed and slid underneath the covers, propping herself up on one elbow only so she could see Miranda's face as it scanned across the pages she was determinedly focusing on instead of Andrea.
"Do you want to tell me why?"
"I don't believe it will do any good, and there is still some element of harm for the babies. What if there's something wrong, Andrea? There is so much this test could tell us and there wouldn't be anything we could do about it. I don't want to have to make the choice to terminate the pregnancy even if science still insists they're little more than a paltry amalgamation of embryonic cells."
"Hey, hey! How did we get from amnio to abortion? Look at me, Miranda. If those tests tomorrow show something wrong with the babies, what do you think is going to happen? If the babies have Down Syndrome are you going to want to abort? If they have cystic fibrosis or some other congenital defect that makes them different are you worried that you'll be ashamed or embarassed?"
"No, and I hope it would always be no. But Andrea, much as I want to say no, I can't even consider the possibility of something being wrong. I don't know how I would cope and neither do you. The fact remains that I do not know if I would be able to raise a special needs child. Love? Of course, but raise or raise successfully? No."
Now Andy moved The Book from Miranda's lap and lay her head to rest in the perfect, concave valley between Miranda's breasts and where the rise of her belly began.
"There was a girl in my junior high, Cathy, who had Down Syndrome. She was the only person I had ever met or seen before with a physical and mental 'disability'. It's not an excuse, but grade seven really sucked for me, and for once I wasn't the loser who didn't fit in; that was Cathy. She was a really sweet girl. One day she brought in homemade cookies for Valentine's, and Melissa, that was the head of the seventh grade 'clique' I was in, told everybody not to take any because they might catch Cathy's disease. I…I knew you couldn't catch Down Syndrome. Melissa knew it wasn't contagious either; but I froze, and when Cathy came around with the tray I just shook my head and looked away. I saw her later though, tipping the whole, untouched tray of cookies into the garbage can. I hated myself for that. After that I didn't hang out with Melissa anymore because every time I looked at her, I saw the expression on Cathy's face and the image of thirty carefully iced cookies being thrown out because they had been made by her. But neither could I face Cathy, and I ended up eating lunch alone until high school, which was what I had been afraid of in the first place. It's alright to want a healthy child, but I know we would love her, I know you love her already in the gentle way you touch your belly when you think no one is watching. And no matter what you might be afraid of, I know you would love them. We're all a little bit broken in some way."
"How do you make everything better?"
Andy smirked. "Sweet talker, now roll over a little bit so I can work out those knots and we can both maybe get some sleep tonight."
Groaning her appreciation at both the offer of a backrub and the closing of the topic, Miranda wedged a pillow under hips and turned over, slipping her nightgown over her shoulders as she did so.
Twenty minutes of Andrea's hands on her hyper-sensitive skin had Miranda clenching her legs together even as the rest of her body melted under the tender ministrations. She could feel the burn of Andrea as more of the wet heat pressed itself against her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
Andy could practically feel the energy rolling off Miranda in waves; powerful, electric, intoxicating and drawing her in as though her soul was being pulled into Miranda's body and the need to combine her energy and mesh it with Miranda's was overpowering as she looked down at the form she had originally straddled for the sake of massage.
Pale curves that nearly glowed from the combination of moonlight and arousal; the delicate hitch of her breath and the way she arched her back with a soft exclamation of surprised pleasure as long brunette tresses trailed over the inner skin of her thighs and worshipful lips and tongue teased the taut skin of her swollen belly. Warm palms cupped full breasts and slid down her body with lingering touches; the same warm palms that wrapped around her body to rest at the small of her back, their heat soothing the strain as she arched her back violently at the sudden blissful sensation of being filled by Andrea. Thrusting her hips forward, Miranda dug her heels into the mattress, mouth opening and closing as she tried to formulate words, but only succeeding in whimpers, gasps and moans. "Andrea…m-more…Oh God, yes, yes." Just when Andy thought the body in her arms couldn't be drawn any tighter, the older woman stiffened and convulsed, a shaky, ragged cry being torn from her lips as her orgasm tore across her body.
This was vital. This is what was necessary for life. It was Miranda. It was only Miranda for her.
Miranda was aware of soothing kisses being pressed to her skin as she came back to herself after the violent and much needed release in Andrea's arms. Unlike the previous ones, these kisses were meant to quieten and soothe rather than inflame.
Lowering the trembling frame back to the mattress, Andy's focus shifted to the wet, pink mouth that whispered "love you" on a sigh as blue eyes reopened and met brown, understanding the implicit need in their liquid depths. With Andy's body still crouched over her like a cage, Miranda moved both hands to the perfect breasts that swayed so enticingly in her vision now that it had cleared from the powerful haze of orgasm. Now it was Andy's turn to stiffen and arch as one delicate hand moved to tease the sensitive flesh between her thighs, coaxing them open until they were spread as wide as she could bear. Cool air teased the heated lips of her entrance and she mewled in delicious frustration as a leisurely fingertip trailed around the edges, just slipping in to tease the wetness before leaving her empty and aching for Miranda's touch.
From those gentle, teasing touches, Andy screamed as the flat of Miranda's hand suddenly pressed against her, the heat and pressure and fullness catapulting her into a nearly painful orgasm that rocked every nerve ending from her hair to her toes. Still moving her palm in slow circles, Miranda pressed her lips to the damp skin of Andy's shoulder as she felt Andrea come down from her release slowly, relishing in giving the younger woman goose bumps as she stimulated heavy aftershocks with her hand until both fell into an exhausted sleep.
"Andrea!" Miranda shook Andy's shoulder roughly a few hours later. "Andrea, wake up. I feel it!"
"What? Wha's wrong? You feeling sick?" Andy shook her head slightly, trying to clear the sleep from her mind as she tried to figure out what Miranda was talking about.
Pale, sage green silk was bunched up around her waist as she leaned back against the pillows, arms cradling the bottom and top of her small belly.
"I feel them," Miranda whispered, her face lighting up in a wide grin as she met Andrea's gaze.
"What? Are you serious? They're moving?" Andy bounced up onto her knees beside Miranda.
"My babies," Miranda whispered again, as though speaking at a regular volume would scare the gentle movements away. "There they are."
"Did you doubt it?" Andy teased gently, pushing the white forelock back behind her ear.
Miranda moved her gaze back to the belly she still cradled in her arms.
"You are so fucking beautiful it hurts." Andy leaned forward and kissed Miranda with tears in her eyes before moving to rest her lips against the firm mound in a softer kiss.
"Hi babies. Mama and mommy love you so much and we can't wait to meet you in a few months. But for now you two stay snuggled up in mommy's tummy until you're big and strong and we can hold you in our arms.
Miranda laughed joyfully as Andy's voice vibrated through her navel before stopping with a sudden gasp. "There it is again."
"What does it feel like?" Andy's hand kept a gentle massage of Miranda's belly, needing the contact despite the fact it was too early for her to feel anything from the outside.
"Mmm, like butterfly wings brushing against your skin or a fish," Miranda's eyes were closing now and her voice grew softer as she dropped off to sleep, helpless against the somnolent lure of Andrea's hands and voice as well as her own exhaustion.
Andy was quick to join her, although in the moments of hazy lucidity that preceded sleep she couldn't help the thought that came to mind of the fact that this latest fear, minute as it had ended up being, was only the smallest of battles in a much larger war.
a flawed fragility,
andy/miranda,
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