Chapter Notes
Following the same format as the first chapter, queue these up for the full experience :)
Tori Amos - Your Cloud - /VvmOVTB8Wts
Phil Collins - True Colors - /lnO0Ixdyz5Y
Sigur Ros - Untitled 1 - /IVLP-URFgQo (FYI Miranda's explanation of this song is not fiction)
Also made a Spotify playlist for all the songs for both chapters if that's preferred: /devildwp
NSFW
Chapter 2
Andy blinked a few times, her mind seeming to stall on Miranda's declaration. A witch? What does that even mean? Searching Miranda's face, she read a vulnerability she had never seen before. It made her ache. Wanting to soothe her, she leaned in, kissing her lips gently. Miranda's quick intake of breath and unmoving lips conveyed her surprise at the action. Bringing her hands up and brushing through the regal silver-white locks, Andy brought her hands around to cradle the base of Miranda's skull, thumbs pressing gently on her mandibles and kissed her again. Come on, let me love you. Miranda whimpered as if hearing her thoughts and kissed her back, tentatively. Andy knew she'd need to ask for clarification on what Miranda meant, but she wasn't worried. Unless this woman could bend time Andy knew where Miranda had been every moment of every day for the better part of a year, so this witch business was cursory, at best, and she needed Miranda to know that she was here regardless. The Ruben song came to its end with the soft " Lay by me" and Andy smiled into their kiss as she mentally praised herself on her playlist. Tori Amos', Your Cloud began and Andy pushed a startled Miranda backwards so she could lay atop her, kissing around her face slowly in time with the music as their bare skin connected for the first time.
Where the river cross, crosses the lake
Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages
Do you think, just like that, you can divide this
You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us
If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say, "Pick out your cloud"?
Andy leveraged herself up a few centimeters by her toes and one elbow, keeping one hand threaded through Miranda's hair. And with the other began gently caressing from her cheek to her neck to her shoulder in a downward motion while she brushed the whole of her body across Miranda's in a weaving circular motion. Miranda tilted her head back and whimpered. Recapturing her mouth, Andy pressed her tongue against Miranda's first gently, teasing, then more firmly, prompting her to reciprocate.
Miranda couldn't believe what was happening. Andrea had moved through her admission as if it were the most inconsequential thing in the world and now was thoroughly taking command of her body. Andrea's nipples, bless them, were tracing around her areolas, and occasionally pressing tip to tip, only to move once more around the circumference of her breasts. Miranda could feel the tickle of Andreas pubic hair as it traced around her pelvis and hip bones. Andrea's prompting tongue against hers brought her out from her observations into action. Moving her hands to cup Andrea's buttocks, she met Andrea's tongue in a wet, warm dance that was met move for move, grounding her into the present moment.
If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map off your body
Straight through the land
Shooting up right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end, where I begin
Andy felt the last tendrils of resistance snap as Miranda grabbed her ass and started kissing her in earnest. There she is. Pushing back into Miranda's hands, she gave her permission to be handled, which the responding grip acknowledged. Rising up on her hands, breaking the kiss, biting her lower lip and leaning forward, Andy lowered her right breast to Miranda's mouth, wanting to restart from where they left off on the couch.
How light can play and form a ring
(I found, I found, I found a thrill)
Of rain that can change bows into arrows
(I found, I found, I found a thrill)
Who we were isn't lost before we were us
Indigo is his own, blue always knew this
Miranda met Andrea's eyes as she lowered the previously neglected breast to her mouth, and knew she was being given an opportunity to rewrite their previous encounter. Her body went flush with a fresh wave of pheromones, hormones, and arousal at the knowledge, momentarily making her vision hazy and body heavy before sharpening with renewed clarity and vigor. Latching onto the offered flesh, she moaned and pulled Andrea's backside into her abdomen hard, flipping them over. Andrea was now the picture of her original fantasy; hair splayed, face flushed, and squirming at the obvious pleasure Miranda was bringing to her. Andrea brought her hands once more to cradle Miranda's head and begged, "More, more." Complying, she took more of the soft flesh inside her mouth, sucking harder. Andrea moaned out her name and Miranda felt herself release another pool of slick liquid onto the sheet between Andrea's legs. Drawing her right hand over her lover's hip to thread through the rough shorn hair that had been teasing her so, she curled her fingers around the whole of Andrea's mons squeezing rhythmically. Andrea thrusted up into the touch, "Oh god, Miranda, yes, more, more, please don't stop."
Andy groaned as Miranda released her breast and blew a cool pointed breath in a cross-cross pattern over the now red and swollen flesh. "That feels so good. Oh Miranda, I love you." Miranda's eyes fastened on hers, the reciprocal love clear as the morning sky and yet Andy watched as a cloud of doubt crossed them. None of that now. Snaking a hand between them to position Miranda's fingers just where she wanted them, "I do. You need to trust me." And right on cue, the song segued to the next and Phil Collins' version of True Colors' drumbeat kicked off . Andy, smiling at the transition, held Miranda's hand firmly to her most intimate throbbing places with her right hand. Lifting her head and propping herself up on her free elbow, she brought her eyes level to Miranda's and sang along.
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it
And the darkness, inside you
Makes you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Ooh, like a rainbow
Miranda couldn't help but smile at her younger lover's antics. She's adorable. And genuine. Of course she likes Phil Collins. I'll have to introduce them, he'd love her.
Andy stopped singing and with a mischievous glimmer, "You say you're a witch?" Andy guided two of Miranda's fingers inside her very lubricated channel along with one of her own, her palm cupping to press on her swollen, needy clit. Miranda nodded, mouth dropping open, chest heaving. Andy gave her a chaste peck before leveling a piercing look, "Show me."
Miranda's eyes fell shut, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside Andrea while Andrea was so deftly entering the most guarded part of herself. Trust? Do I remember how? It had been a long fifteen years since she had exercised that muscle, and it was met with much resistance. Her internal wrestling was interrupted as Andrea started thrusting the finger atop the two Miranda had within her, "Oh, Miranda. Show me. Tell me. I'm here, I'm yours. Don't hold back." Miranda's eyes snapped open, capturing the near black heavy-lidded eyes of her Andrea, and began thrusting along with her, deliberately off beat to add another layer of sensation. Recapturing those luscious parted lips, she kissed without reservation, using tongue, lips and teeth to convey the depth of her desire. She could feel herself shedding her armor piece by piece as Andrea undulated underneath her, meeting her at every moment with more. Not even Seraphina had been so present during their love making . No, this is the definition of love making. Her heart began to soften, giving herself permission to feel the love they were cultivating and physically expressing in real time between them. Knowing she wouldn't find any words that would do any service to what she was or capable of, she once more followed Andrea's lead. Show her. Seeing Andrea's eyes squeezed shut, lost in sensation, Miranda pulled her magic to her, releasing it outward in a cascade of silent spells, the final being a disillusionment spell cloaking the whole of the effects until she was ready to reveal them.
Andy's eyes rolled back when Miranda started to move within her while kissing her like she had done on the couch. Fuck yes, finally. She had never wanted someone to touch her so much in her life. Not even Hermione had made her come from just stimulating one nipple and now to have Miranda on, around, and inside her, she felt herself open and craving like never before. The smell underneath Miranda's perfume was starting to take shape in Andy's awareness and in the back of her throat. It tasted like a flower unfurling after the rain from a crack in the pavement. The need to touch Miranda became overwhelming. Not wanting to interrupt the momentum, she slowly slid her elbow out, using her strong core to stay up before easing Miranda down with her until she was fully supported by the mattress and Miranda gave her full weight. They fit so well, Miranda's breasts nestled on either side of hers, their legs interlocked and Miranda's hot wet center grinding ever so slightly on her left hip to the movement of her thrusts. Left hand now free to roam, Andy trailed her fingertips down her lover's back, moaning at how soft the skin was as she grazed over subtle peaks and valleys of Miranda's vertebrae as they moved, rhythm steadily increasing. Needing more contact, Andy slowly withdrew the finger within herself with a groan and using both hands now gripped Miranda's behind, spreading the cheeks at the base of her thighs so her vulva could have greater contact with Andy's body. Miranda surged forward, groaning, breaking the kiss with cheeks flushed, hair falling forward in a silver fray, and gazed into Andy's eyes with an openly complex look Andy had never seen before; wonder, yearning, love, happiness, trepidation, hope, all swirling. Andy took one hand and cupped her lover's cheek and whisper-sang the rest of the song, pouring all the earnesty she felt into the words.
Show me your colors
Show me your rainbow
Show me your colors
Show me your rainbow
That's why i love you
Show me your colors
Show me your rainbow
Miranda smiled, leaning into the caress, "I'm ready, darling." She began to withdraw fingers from within Andrea, but was stopped by a strong clench of internal muscles, "Stay. Please." Miranda obeyed, returning and curling her fingers with the slightest pressure to reaffirm their connection. Bringing her free hand to wrap around Andrea's, she twined their fingers, kissing them, "I honestly don't know what I did to deserve you, darling." Kissing their joined hands once more, "I know you gave your word, however I'm afraid I wasn't being hyperbolic when I said there was no going back. Do you, Andrea Sachs, vow, on your very life, to never knowingly or willfully speak of my being a witch or the magic I may reveal to anyone who hasn't presented themselves as a magical person?"
Andy pulsed around Miranda's fingers, in pleasure that her wish for Miranda to stay was granted and in anticipation of her lover's revelation. Taking a deep breath she took a moment to fully ingest the question. Knowingly or willfully, I can agree to that. "Yes, I do, love. I would never want to hurt you, Miranda." Smiling, "I promised the girls that months ago." Before she finished speaking Andy felt a warm tingling sensation start from the base of her feet and like a coil wrap around her limbs up her trunk and pour from her shoulders down her arms until she could see a golden luminous thread wrap around their joined hands. It was as beautiful as it was unexpected, and her smile widened. I definitely did not expect to take vows today, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Eyes moving from the now disappearing cord to Miranda's, "Did I pass the test?" Miranda's eyes had a new depth to them. Andy shivered under the intensity of the gaze. To have Miranda's complete attention on a normal day was a lot to take in, but the heat in the amorous look now fixed on Andy made her whimper. Miranda's eyes became hooded at the sound, "Would you mind very much if I delayed my demonstration for a few more moments?"
Lifting her head off the mattress coming almost nose to nose, Andy answered, her voice low and raspy, "As long as I get to make you come." Kissing her briefly she added, "And I'm warning you, if I find out later you could have reheated your coffee all those times with just a blink you are going to be severely punished." She punctuated the last word with a sharp slap to Miranda's left ass cheek. Miranda's eyes rolled as she pitched forward into Andy's forehead, moaning. Huffing out a knowing laugh, Andy seized the opportunity of Miranda's position to slide the now slightly stinging hand between their bodies and through Miranda's hot slick labia while recapturing delicious lips now parted and panting. Mine. Pulling their joined hands toward her body, she rolled them over, her hair now a curtain around Miranda's resting head. Smiling gently she softened her voice, "You okay with me taking the lead for now?"
Miranda groaned as she nodded, Andrea's fingers were kneading and circling and teasing her clit so skillfully she was unable to form words. Topped from the bottom indeed.
Andy held Miranda's eyes as her fingers explored, "Oh Miranda, you are so wet. Mmm, I love the way you feel." Moving her mouth to whisper directly in her lover's ear, "I want to be everywhere all at once. I want to be inside you. I want my mouth on you and my tongue in you. I want to keep sliding my fingers through this delicious warmth. I want to fuck you with my breasts you've so expertly mastered. No one has ever made me want so much." Miranda contracted and keened. Andy almost came from the sound alone, clenching hard around Miranda's fingers. Returning to meet her eyes, "Tell me, Miranda. What do you want?"
Miranda had never been with a talkative lover before nor had she particularly given it much thought, but the visions conjured by Andrea's desirous words had ratcheted up her libido to a point she didn't know was possible. Words were simply too difficult to form at the moment, so caught up in the idea of Andrea's eyes gazing at her from between her thighs while using that descriptive mouth to lap her vigorously before switching to rub those precious nipples up to meet her clit. Gazing into her lovers eyes, she knew Andrea could tell she was envisioning what she said. She knows how my mind works. She does love me. Gasping out a series of incoherent sounds, she convulsed and came into Andrea's waiting hand.
"Mm, that's it, love." Andy held her hand tight over Miranda's pulsing mound and began placing gentle soothing kisses around Miranda's face, first on her closed eye lids, then down her smooth flushed cheeks to her chin bone, then down her neck, breathing her in as she went. Her head coming to rest on Miranda's collar bone, she pushed her ass in the air. Detangling her left hand from Miranda's, she reached between them and withdrew Miranda's fingers from within her, sliding the tips to where she needed them most. Miranda seemed to catch on and began circling her gently then more forcefully over Andy's swollen glans. "God, yes! Oh Miranda, oh fuck."
Miranda with her free hand cupped Andrea's face upon her chest, moving her hair off her cheek and caressing down her neck as she continued her ministrations. She couldn't help but smile. She felt wonderful. For the first time in a long time felt loved. Finding her voice, "Andrea, my Andrea. I love you, too." Andrea's body seized as she choked out a cry and came, just like Miranda knew she would. Echoing her lover, "Mm, that's it, darling." She felt Andrea huff out a laugh as she nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. Sensing this would be the right time for her big reveal, she uttered, "Specialis Revelio."
Andy, in her totally blissed out state, heard Miranda say something she didn't recognize. Not wanting to end the moment just yet, she let herself fully relax, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of their joined skin, the steady rise and fall of Miranda's chest. Music began to play, an ethereal organ and piano piece she hadn't heard before. Through her brain fog, she remembered that her playlist was over. So what is this? Miranda obviously hadn't moved to play something. Opening her eyes, she kissed Miranda's collar bone, stretched and scooted up to put her head next to Miranda's on the pillow. Sliding her weight onto the bed, she repositioned to have one leg and one arm still on top of her lover. Miranda's head was turned toward hers and Andy beamed at what she saw. Miranda was radiant. She looks happy. And free. And fucking gorgeous. Unable to contain the last thought, "God, you're beautiful." Miranda smiled a full smile, her eyes twinkling. Out of the corner of her eye Andy noticed the ceiling had changed. Not changed…It's gone! Turning her head and blinking fast, she gasped as she saw the whole of the night sky, complete with the Full Moon peeking from behind the still intact wall. Raising her arm from Miranda, she waved her hand back and forth in the air above them. The room temperature had not changed. Incredible.
Miranda drank in her lover's first reaction to her magic and felt the last tendrils of fear melt away as Andrea's face held nothing but childlike wonder and curiosity. Wordlessly casting another spell, their flutes of champagne glided from the coffee table through the air, one rising slightly to meet Andrea's outstretched hand. A gleeful laugh erupted from Andrea as she took the floating flute and turned her face back to Miranda, "You are incredible, Miranda." Leaning in for a quick kiss on the lips, Andrea pulled back, eyes full of sincerity, "Thank you. For trusting me. For giving us a chance. I want to know everything about this part of you and this magic ," using her hand holding the champagne to gesture toward the ceiling and around, "that you're willing to share."
Andy watched as Miranda's eyes searched her own, tracking along the entirety of her face. It wasn't an unfamiliar action, Miranda did it when she wanted to remember something. A wave of affection and giddiness poured through her at the realization and leaning over she kissed Miranda again before sitting up, leaning against the tufted headboard, gazing skyward. Miranda soon followed, neither of them bothering to cover themselves. It was perfect; sitting naked in bed next to Miranda, her lover, with the best vintage of Vueve under the Parisian stars. Once Miranda was settled, Andy tipped her glass toward Miranda's. Miranda smiled and clinked against hers. Andy's heart and mind were so full she struggled to find the right toast.
Miranda could almost hear Andrea's brain racking for the most appropriate thing to say, so she decided to speak from the heart and also take the pressure off the moment,"To us . Simple as that, darling." And with a mischievous smirk she clinked her glass to Andrea's again and watched the foggy effect of the cold condensation make it's way up the flute before moving her eyes to see when Andrea would register the effect and it's implications.
Andy felt the stem of her glass grow cold before she looked to see how each of their glasses were now fully chilled. Amazing...but wait, if she could do that, she could certainly... Her eyes met mirthful sapphire, "You naughty witch!" Miranda tipped her head back to the headboard and let out a joyous laugh that Andy couldn't help but join. This was the picture Andy wanted to memorize, her heart nearly exploded at the sight.
Miranda wiped the moisture from her eyes. She hadn't laughed like that in years, one that reached all parts of herself. Is this what happiness feels like? Lowering her head she recaptured her lover's warm brown eyes that were filled with deep affection and contentment. Yes, I do believe it is. Lifting her glass she raised her eyebrow and Andrea lifted her's also and they both took a sip. Lowering her glass, she grasped Andrea's free hand, "Alright darling, let's hear them." Andrea tilted her head questioningly, "All your questions. I'm ready, you don't have to hold them back. I am guessing you have about ten or so lined up, hm?"
Andy beamed and planted a lingering kiss on Miranda's lips before pulling back smiling. She wasn't planning on asking anything right away, wanting give Miranda the space to share in her own time, but now that she had been given the greenlight a wave of excited curiosity tickled throughout her senses. The music in the background was such a nice counterpoint to the moment that she decided to start there. "Okay, I'll ask a few to start and you can choose what you want to answer. What is this song and how is it playing? Were you born a witch or did you become one? Are there many magical people like you? Is it anything like the Harry Potter books? Do the girls know?"
Miranda smiled and squeezed her lovers hand. Taking another sip she began, "This song is by a group of magical people, called Sigur Ros, also from Iceland like Kaleo. There are many magical beings there, by the way. As such, with a simple spell, I can draw their sound waves to my location and just increase the wave's amplitude until it becomes audible again. As for the song itself, it is Untitled and sung in Hopelandic, a magical tongue that is unique to every listener. You hear what you need to hear from it, each time."
Andy was beyond intrigued, she had at least five follow up questions, but restrained herself so Miranda would answer the other far more important ones first. Taking a sip from her flute, she looked at her lover expectantly.
Miranda huffed out a laugh at Andrea's barely contained control and continued, "I have always been a witch. And yes, there is a vast population of witches and wizards who mostly live amongst themselves choosing not to bother with the rest of the population. I had the ill fortune to be born into a very religious family in London who despised all things magical and was cast out at a very young age." She felt Andrea's hand squeeze hers and her eyes fill with concern, "It's alright, darling. My extended family took me in for awhile before I decided to try my hand at a life I could make for myself in America. There is more obviously, but we can get to that all in time." Miranda sighed as if turning the page to a story she'd rather not read, "And funny you should mention Harry Potter; it is in fact, not entirely fiction. I was beyond surprised when it was first published as it goes against the very fabric of non-disclosure, not to mention it's written by a nasty witch who is the last person who should be telling the story of recent magical history."
Andy, trying to compute this new information and reconcile it with what she thought she knew, "JK Rowling is a witch? And what do you mean telling the story of recent history?" Miranda nodded, "Her real name is Rita Skeeter. And Harry Potter's first run in with Voldermort happened about eight years ago. A lot has happened since then, and I'm afraid is still not completely resolved." Andy wished she had paid more attention to the details when reading the two books with the girls. The girls. "And the girls?" Miranda's genuine smile returned, "They, too, are both witches. And they are going to be over the moon knowing they can share that part of themselves with you, I'm sure." A shadow crossed over her face, "I'm afraid they've suffered from my choice to conduct my life in the muggle world." Andy's brain hiccuped at hearing the word. None of that now. "Miranda, look at me." Miranda brought her now stormy eyes to hers, "Your girls are strong and smart and loving. You've kinda blown my mind with all this information, which I expected. And it'll take me some time to wrap my head around it all, but one thing I know for certain; your girls are going to be just fine."
Miranda let her Andrea's words sink in as she tried to allow herself to believe them and to her surprise, she did. Having Andrea on the inside, with them, was the missing piece. She smiled remembering her conversation yesterday.
"All we need is you." "And Andy," added Cassidy. "Yeah, you and Andy." Caroline agreed.
Letting go of her glass, it stayed put in mid-air, drawing Andrea's eyes to widen at the sight. Miranda chuckled as she did the same with Andrea's. Moving to straddle her lover, bringing her now free hands up to cup Andrea's cheeks, one thumb caressed her lips while the other her cheekbone. She felt Andrea's hands start to rub up and down her back. "You're right. They will be fine. We all will be. Because we're together. Thank you, darling." Kissing her lips lightly, she felt Andrea smile, pulling back, " You are magic, Andrea." Andrea beamed back, "And you are my witch."
End Notes
I'm a late bloomer writing wise, started my first and only other fic six months ago, so any con-crit is highly appreciated. I experimented here with the alternating POV and would love to know if it worked or if it was awkward/jarring or otherwise you for reading, looking forward to your thoughts - gundred