The following is a story that I have been tinkering with for a year and a half. I have gone back and forth on parts of it. It starts off on a rather heavy note, but lightens up to match the title. I can only "hope" it works for you all.
Pairing: Miranda / Andrea - 'cause I just can't seem to care about any others.
Caroline and Cassidy are with us on this one.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own anything… really. As I have mentioned before, all I own in this world is a 2003 Toyota Corolla- although it is an LE. Nothing to get out of me if you sue… so don't. Please, allow us poor folk some fun. We aren't hurting anyone.
Rating: Have to go with NC-17 Sorry all you "innocents", J don't want to harm your virtue or anything. Rated due to SEX and adult only themes.
Which leads to the WARNINGS: I apologize, sincerely if this should offend anyone, but for some odd reason I was motivated, moved, +/or hypnotically commanded to write about a rape. It is not overly explicit, however it does occur. If you are not up to this, for any reason, I am sorry. Rewriting it just wouldn't work. Again, sorry. I will alert w/ each chapter necessary w/o giving everything away.
Chapter 14: R/M Turn up the flame…
The Happiest Place on Earth
Chapter 14
Another night passed with Andy squelching Miranda's offers of sexual favors. Not that she didn't want Miranda, but since she could hear the twins voices from their room, she did not want to test the effectiveness of the sound proofing in their own bedroom. Besides, it was an interesting litmus test to their relationship; could they be together without continual sex. The answer was a probable yes. When gently turned down, Miranda graciously acquiesced and snuggled down into Andy's warm, inviting body. Cuddling still allowed intimacy, and kisses could be nonsexual and still loving.
So, they practiced the nonsexual… a lot.
As Andy was preparing for her beach day with the girls, she realized she would be wearing a tee shirt all day. Miranda had enforced her non bikini order during their make out session. Andy discovered Miranda had staked her claim by placing multiple love bites strategically across her chest. Some marks in places even the tankini would not cover. She couldn't help but laugh at Miranda's possessiveness. Dressed for success in an old Northwestern tee shirt, Andy exited the bath to find Miranda still lounging in bed reading. Andy scrambled onto the bed, crawled over Miranda and captured her lips in a powerful kiss, forgetting the presence of the children in the next room.
Miranda responded in kind, pulling Andy down and wrapping arms and legs tightly around her. "Mmmm, Andréa, what is this about?"
"I'm going to miss you today."
"And I will miss you. But if you do not get off of me, we will not be going anywhere."
"Is that a threat?"
"That, I assure you, is a promise."
"Can I take a rain check?"
"Even if it isn't raining." One more lingering kiss and Miranda pushed Andy off. "Now, go play with my daughters. But save enough energy so you can play with me later."
"I promise."
Andy left Miranda and went in search of the twins. She found them, as she suspected, out on the veranda. Sliding the door open, she poked her head out and inquired, "Are you two ready? We have a tour to catch."
"Of course we are." Cassidy replied. "We have our day packs packed and everything. We were just waiting for you."
"Great. Let's go then."
Their excursions began with a hike and kayak tour of the island. The girls were actually attentive to the guide and asked numerous questions regarding the development of Disney's private island and the plans enacted to maintain a healthy ecosystem despite all the tourist traffic. When it came time for kayaking Caroline and Cassidy were adamant that they not have to share a kayak. Cassidy explained it to the staff member, "Everyone thinks we want to do everything together just because we're twins. Sometimes, we just want to be ourselves."
Although they were granted their request, they were never more than ten feet away from each other the entire time. Andy inwardly smiled at their attempt to claim some individuality. On their return to the family beach area, the girls challenged Andy to a game of volleyball. Andy gamely agreed and it did not take them long to find some other travelers willing to join in. After a three game rout where kids "somehow" beat adults, Andy threw in the towel and called the girls off the beach.
"Come on you two, we should head back before it gets too late. We can beat the throng trying to wait for the last minute."
"Ok. Can we go to the pool when we get back on the ship?" Cassidy asked hopefully.
"Sure. I'll let your mom know. You wont have to go to the room first."
The door closed with a soft snick. Andy padded quietly through the entry, not wanting to disturb Miranda if she was napping. She found Miranda sitting out on the veranda enjoying a scotch. Standing in the doorway, Andy paused to study the woman lounging in front of her. Miranda's aura seemed subdued. She appeared soft and lovely. Any harshness about her countenance had been exorcised. With her head resting back in the chair, eyes closed, and a half smile playing on her lips, she almost seemed post coital. Andy glanced up to find blue eyes locked on her, a single eyebrow arched in challenge.
"Wow," Andy offered, "don't you look relaxed. That must have been some spa day."
"You have no idea." Miranda purred, the slight growl in her voice causing Andy to make note to grab a clean pair of underpants on the way to her shower. Before Andy could make a move the suite door banged open, admitting the twins in a frenzy. They plowed past Andy in their search for their mother.
"Mom? Can Cass and I go to the Edge tonight after dinner? They're having an awesome party 'til midnight. Can we go?"
Switching efficiently to "mom mode", Miranda stopped ogling Andy and gave her attention to her daughters.
"I don't see why not," she airily replied. "But I don't think I want you out until midnight. "
"Why not? All we're doing tomorrow is traveling back home. We can sleep all the way if we're too tired."
"I know bobbsey, but we need to start getting you back into some sort of a schedule."
"But we're out of school until January. We don't need a schedule." Caroline argued.
"Aren't you attending the winter music camp this year?" Miranda asked.
"Nooo. Don't you remember? We traded it for spring tennis camp." At Miranda's cloudy look Caroline added, "Dad said we could only do one or the other. He's trying to teach us some sort of lesson."
"Ah, yes. That's right. How easily I forget these things." Feeling a little guilty for agreeing with Richard's plan she acquiesced. "Fine. You may stay out until midnight, but you will return to a normal sleep schedule at home."
"Thanks, mom." Caroline grinned.
"Thanks, mom!" Cassidy practically shouted.
"Yes, yes." Miranda tutted. "Now go get yourselves ready for dinner. I believe we have the early sitting tonight, and you both need to wash all that sand off."
After dinner, the girls headed off to join the party at the club. Miranda and Andy returned to the rooms, planning on having an early night. Emerging from the bathroom, ready for bed, Andy did not find Miranda in the bedroom. Wandering through the suite, she noticed the curtain was blowing in from the veranda. She investigated to find Miranda standing on the small deck, enjoying the sea air. Andy silently slipped up behind Miranda and slid warm arms around her chilled body. Miranda sighed and leaned back into Andy's warmth.
"Mmmm, this is nice," Miranda hummed.
Andy was nuzzling Miranda's neck, leaving a trail of feather light kisses from shoulder to ear. "Do you think we can just stay here forever?" Andy hoped.
"We could, but I think you would get bored after a while."
"Maybe after a real long while." Andy allowed.
Conversation stalled as Andy's hands began to slide up Miranda's body. It had not taken long to realize how sensitive Miranda's breasts were and Andy was using that knowledge to her benefit. Miranda leaned back heavily into Andy's body. Resting her head on Andy's shoulder, she arched her body into Andy's hands. Andy stilled, simply cupping Miranda's breasts, feeling and appreciating their weight, size and shape. Another sigh from Miranda shook Andy from her reverie and she again began to move her hands.
Tracing, teasing, and lightly massaging through the so soft negligee, Andy inflamed Miranda's desire. Miranda pressed backwards with her hips, shifting her weight to rub her ass against Andy's center. With a moan of approval Andy trailed her right hand down Miranda's side. Reaching down as far as she could Andy began to slowly inch the silky material up Miranda's legs. Locating the hemline, Andy slipped her hand underneath and began a slow, tortuous accent up Miranda's thigh.
Miranda's hands reached out to blindly grab at the deck railing for support. She was panting through barely parted lips and her knees were getting weaker.
"It's ok, I've got you" Andy's voice buzzed in Miranda's ear. The warm breath against her skin causing her to shiver. A groan of aching desire escaped her throat.
Andy left reverent kisses along Miranda's neck, jaw, and cheek as her fingers delved through soaking heat. Everything tonight was designed to be a gentler, lighter attack. Lips against bare skin, a hand teasing through silk, and fingers gliding over Miranda's most desperate need.
"God, Miranda," that enticing voice began, "you are so unbelievably wet. Is this all for me? Have you been like this all day?"
"Nnooo", Miranda could only moan in response.
"You wanted me like this since we first got back this afternoon, didn't you?" Andy pushed, her voice as much of a torture as her hands that were frustratingly insubstantial in their touch. Andy's fingers danced in a chaotic rhythm, offering neither steady pace nor pressure to give Miranda release. Miranda squirmed, trying to get some relief, but Andy kept pulling away playfully.
"Oh, sweetie, you must be suffering" Andy continued "You're so desperate right now. You just want it to end, don't you?"
"Oohhhh… God…." Miranda's hips canted forward, seeking the needed pressure. Her right hand released the railing and shot up to capture a hand full of Andy's hair as she turned her head, searching for Andy's lips. She was able to capture Andy in a deep, thorough kiss that effectively stopped the tormenting words.
As tongues danced feverishly, Andy dipped her fingers down and easily pushed two into Miranda's core. Slowly, gently she stroked, barely increasing the pressure. Miranda was sobbing her need and grief into Andy's welcoming mouth.
"Oh… oh… please…." she begged.
"That's it, Miranda, come for me." Andy ordered. "Come for me now."
The too gentle touch, combined with the teasing tongue strung Miranda out. Her muscles locked as her body responded to the spoken directive in a consuming and lingering orgasm. If not for the immense pleasure it bestowed, it would have been a hellishly painful experience. Miranda sank into Andy's arms as the last of her strength was expelled.
"Now this is what I call relaxed." Andy quipped.