Read this please.
I am well aware that the movie "Carol" is quite recent and didn't exist back in 2006 but for story purposes I decided to use it anyway.
This chapter is extremely short but another one is on its way.
THANK YOU Ana for kicking my butt into writing another chapter and for never giving up on me.
All my love to everyone who has been reading this story.
Enjoy.
Love, Dani.
For more than an hour Andrea had tried – fruitlessly – to fall asleep, she tried hundreds of positions, with or without her blanket as well as with or without her pillow – and nothing. All she could think about was Miranda's body on top of her, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing dance of pleasure, her skin covered in sweat, her head tossed back in pure ecstasy. Every time that image popped up in Andrea's mind the tiredness would quickly give place to frustration to which Andrea would respond by slipping her hand inside of her yoga pants.
After making peace with the idea of yet another sleepless night, Andrea decided that enough was enough and that if she couldn't sleep at least she would spend her night watching Netflix in the company of a large bucket of popcorn.
In less than 10 minutes Andrea was on her couch, her computer on her legs trying to decide which movie to watch when she stumbled upon a quite recent movie that caught her eye instantly, so, she clicked on it and leaned back against the couch to watch "Carol". Half way through the movie she was crying without really understanding the reason behind her tears or why she was relating to Therese so much. However – even against her will – every time Carol would give Therese a half smirk she would think of Miranda, every time Carol would touch Therese with her perfectly manicured hand she would feel Miranda's touch on her. Andrea was positively sure she would go crazy before the end of the movie but she couldn't make herself stop, and when the two fictional lovers fell in each other's arms in a small motel room the girl had to close her eyes and take a deep breath. The movie was gorgeous, touching and although Andrea had never been a chick flick kind of girl there was something about this love story that seemed impossible not to adore.
This time they didn't just fell onto the bed, this time around Miranda actually took her time kissing her deeply allowing them both to be consumed by each other. Andrea could hear herself mumbling againt Miranda's lips and yet the words were unintelligible to even her, they seemed to come from someplace else, somewhere far away. However, she couldn't care less about them, Miranda's lips were soft, warm and all over her own, the editor's arms were wrapped around her waist and it was more than she could have asked for. When they reached the bed there was no rush in their movements, the desire was there as it had been before but this time there was something else, a strange feeling of devotion she had never expected to feel towards and from the older woman.
When Miranda's fingers reached between Andrea's legs they were nothing but gentle, nothing like the violence when those same fingers touched her for the first time.
The editor's lips travelled along her jaw down to her neck leaving a trail of kisses behind, Miranda's tongue on her skin was enthralling causing a shiver to run through Andrea's body making her whimper as quietly as she could.
The younger woman couldn't however prepare herself for the overwhelming feeling that took over her once Miranda's mouth reached her clit and even though she couldn't see the editor who was at the moment lost between her legs, Andrea was sure the older woman was smiling. Miranda's tongue was pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves and the brunette grabbed the sheets as if she was holding on to dear life. Another stroke of Miranda's tongue and Andrea could feel a tear escaping her eyes, the editor was still between her legs but the girl felt one of her boss' hands reaching up and holding one of her hands squeezing it gently. Release hit Andrea immediately and her body became numb, her breath uneven.
Opening her eyes Andrea found herself alone on her couch, her computer prostrated on the floor surrounded by popcorns. Andrea's hands were still shacking, her heart was still beating dangerously fast but worse of all, she was feeling like a complete idiot. It had been only sex, violent, needy, lustful sex, nothing else and yet there she was dreaming about Miranda making love to her like in some chick flick scenario
It was childish, and stupid and also everything she could think of at the moment. Miranda was her boss, her elder, very much female boss and although Andrea tried to keep that in mind Miranda's grip on her hand seemed so real, so comforting.
Eventually, Andrea did manage to fall asleep but Miranda was still there in her dreams giving her all the wrong reasons to never want to wake up again, after all she couldn't be held responsible for her dreams, no matter how much she did enjoy them.