Oh, Miranda remembered the promise of breakfast. She was too fired up at the time to appreciate the generosity at the time, not when she needed to arrest the woman. She was glad that Maria did not remind her of the handcuffs, even in jest, all that she needed the evening before were satisfyingly rendered by Maria's deft digits and even more talented tongue. Wow, did Miranda need a hefty dose of knee trembling. It had been too long. For all her cockiness, Maria turned out to be modest in her conquest. Show, not tell seemed to be her motto. And boy did she demonstrate. Miranda had tried to hold onto the feeling of being fucked face down with fingers that played her like a piano. It was quite something. Miranda woken up feeling relaxed, legs pleasantly aching and skin humming with sensation. She stretched like a cat and yawned, face smushing back on the pillow, dimly feeling the other woman's thumb softly stroking her back, the fleeting kiss on her cheek.
She awoke with the smell of coffee and a dressing gown chucked on her head. She hadn't realised she had been hugging the pillow. She remembered laying on Maria at some point who was also quite comfortable. She remembered a lot of other things as well. She found herself squirming with pleasure at the memory of Maria's face between her thighs. She could get used to that.
'Dress before you get coffee' commanded Maria.
Miranda harrumphed. She was thirsty. But she appreciated that Maria did not want to take her to hospital for burns. She turned over and sat up, pulling the dressing gown on. Maria handed her the mug and waited until Miranda had sipped, emitted a beautifully lustful groan at the taste, then leaned over to kiss her.
'The things I do for you' she murmured. Miranda snorted, knowing that it had taken Maria some self-control in pouring as much milk in as Miranda liked. She knew her coffee was weak but she didn't care. Miranda was not an espresso woman. Maria could forgive her for that. Especially as Miranda had reciprocated with a move or two of her own the night before. Maria was sure that a bit of improvising had been done and she was impressed, considering that it wasn't something Miranda was known for. She'd wriggle the truth from her one way or another.
'Thank you. For the coffee.'
'And?' Maria raised an eyebrow and Miranda slowly smiled, glancing down in an uncharacteristic shy manner.
'I know we both enjoyed it, so, salud.'
Maria clicked mugs and sipped her coffee.
'I really did. I…can't remember the last time I've had such a considerate person in my bed. I could even get used to that.'
Maria couldn't stop smiling at the tantalisingly rumpled woman curled up in the green dressing gown. There was something endearing about her this morning. Such a change from the pinched, severe impression she usually cultivated.
'That makes me very happy to hear. Especially as I'm in a position to keep you used to that. You only have to ask.'
Was that a slight blush she saw? Miranda seemed embarrassed to react to a flamboyant declaration but she did look very pretty like that. If Miranda was satisfied, Maria was satisfied. Maria hoped she'd be invited back soon. She reached over and tickled the back of Miranda's hand, eliciting a different smile. More mischievous, like the one Maria had seen when propositioning her. She liked that smile.
'I'll shout when breakfast is ready' she said, getting up and gliding downstairs.
She'd wait and see if Miranda noticed the delicate scratches on her back.
