Prompt: 4th of July
"Unghhh." Andrea moaned as her head rolled back against the wall. She pushed the other woman's arms down, arching her back into the touch. "We shouldn't do this here," she grunted.
Miranda's lips assaulted the young woman's neck as her hands slipped under the hem of her dress. "My house," she murmured before biting down on the soft flesh. Her hand slipped between Andrea's legs, quickly stroking her slick slit.
Andrea closed her eyes and arched her back against the woman's ministrations. She had barely stepped foot inside Miranda's East Hampton home when she was quickly whisked away down the hall, through the kitchen, and onto the back stairs.
She stilled her hand and reached up, softly stroking the young woman's cheek. "Darling, I've missed you," she whispered, pressing light kisses to the corner of her mouth before meeting her lips in a passionate embrace.
"Mmm—me too. But, the party?" Andrea groaned, nudging Miranda away.
"No," Miranda said, wrapping her free arm around her waist and curling her fingertips inside her. "Forget about the party. Come for me," she said as she pinched the woman's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger.
Andrea cried out as her hips jerked forward, her walls tightly clenched around the woman's fingers.
Miranda pressed gentle kisses along her collarbone and gently circled her fingers, knowing how it drove the woman crazy.
"Miranda, I—" Andrea gasped as she locked eyes with a woman standing in the doorway.
"Oh, excuse me," the woman said, clearly flustered.
"Wait," Andrea said, pushing Miranda away. In the dim light of the hallway, this intruder looked exactly like Miranda, but that couldn't be. She quickly took Miranda's face in her hands and kissed her, sighing.
"Darling, what is it?" Miranda asked, suddenly concerned.
"Who is that?" she asked, pointing at the woman in the hallway.
Miranda was already irritated at whoever was distracting her Andrea like this, but when she saw the woman, she, too, gasped. "Deborah."
"Miranda, hello. I do apologize. I seem to have caught you with your hands full," she said with a smirk.
Miranda's wiped her hand on the inside of Andrea's thigh before pulling it out. "Deborah, this is Andrea, my partner," she said with a smile. "Andrea, my sister Deborah."
"Twin sister," Deborah said, stepping into the light. "I just refuse to let my hair go natural like that," she said with a tsk as she fluffed her deep auburn curls.
Andrea's throat went dry and she suddenly found speech difficult.
"Miranda, this reminds me… Do you remember Richard Lundstrom?"
Miranda's eyes lit up. "Oh, he was so handsome. You were seeing him—"
"—but that one night he thought you were me, and imagine my surprised when I walked in to see my beau kissing my sister!" She chuckled.
"He was so apologetic when he realized his mistake, and we more than made it up to him that night, didn't we?" Miranda said.
"Twice the fun," Deborah said, walking up to Andrea and softly stroking her arm.
Miranda quickly swatted her hand away and moved so that she was physically standing between Andrea and her sister. "Stay away. This one's mine and I do not share," she growled.
"You never did. It's a pity. She's beautiful, and so young, too."
"There are plenty of young men out back between the caterers and the lifeguards," Miranda said, "or if your tastes have changed, I imagine there are some octogenarians smoking cigars on the front porch."
"Is she always this cruel?" Deborah asked, clearly directing the question at Andrea.
The young woman wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist from behind and pressed a kiss to her neck. "I wouldn't have her any other way; I love her," she said.
Miranda turned around to kiss Andrea properly. "Darling, I'm sorry, but I need to speak with my sister about a few things." She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the young woman. "I had no idea she was coming today—I would have prepared you."
Andrea smiled. "It's okay. I'll grab a hot dog and say hi to Care and Cass."
"See if they might get out of the pool for a while and have something to eat, will you? Remind them that they are not aquatic creatures. And let them know their aunt Deborah is here."
"Will do," she said. "Will you be okay, though? Do I need to worry about you?" she glanced over at Deborah.
Miranda shook her head and kissed her softly. "Thank you," she whispered as Andrea snuck away.
"So," Deborah said, her hands on her hips. "Care to tell me why you explicitly left your partner out of our conversations? By the looks of things, you've been together a while."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Mir, I'm happy for you, relax. Just a little hurt that you didn't tell me—it seems like this is a serious thing."
Miranda sighed. "We've been married for three years. I wasn't sure how you felt, and, well—"
"You were worried I wouldn't approve of you loving a woman."
She shrugged. "We had just started talking after so many years. I fully intended to tell you…eventually. I didn't think you'd actually come all the way to East Hampton for this little 4th of July Barbecue."
"I wanted to see my nieces that you brag about so much," she said.
Miranda smiled. "I'm sure they would love to meet you, too. Give Andrea a few minutes to talk to them."
"They don't know we look alike, do they?"
Miranda shook her head. "Deborah," she said, reaching out to hug her.
"Wash those hands first," she said with a chuckle.
The silver-haired woman laughed and headed into the kitchen.
"Mir, it's so good to see you," Deborah said as she wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I want to apologize for—"
"Stop," Miranda said. "It was so childish of us to ignore one another like that." She linked her arm in her sister's. "Let's go find your nieces," she said as she rested her head on her sister's shoulder.
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a/n: just another little quickie, something that was stuck in my head.