Thanks everyone :) OH MY GOD. I SAW LES MIS YESTERDAY. ANNE HATHAWAY WAS FREAKING AMAZING.
"Here, copy the position you were in earlier," Andrea said to Miranda, her breath making cloud puffs in the chilly air.
Miranda obeyed and hooked her arm just below Andrea's shoulders, reveling in the security she felt when the brunette wrapped her arm around Miranda's thin waist.
"Okay," Andrea breathed softly in Miranda's ear, "let's go slowly. I've got you."
She has me. Miranda felt dizzy when she heard the low declaration of protection. She didn't say anything, since she did not want to scare the brunette away. Yet she knew that Andrea would stay by her whatever she did-her phony fall earlier proved her theory that Andrea would always return to her. Miranda gently laid her head on the taller woman's shoulder and hobbled to the entrance to her house. She fished the key out from her pocket and quickly unlocked the door. Pushing it open, a large fluffy dog greeted her with enthusiastic kisses on her hands.
"Hello Patricia," Miranda cooed, scratching behing the St. Bernard's ears. "Good girl."
"Miranda, would you like me to check your foot?" Andrea asked, raising her arm up from around Miranda's waist so her hand rested flat on Miranda's back.
"Yes," Miranda replied, "let's go to my bathroom."
"Let me guess, it's upstairs?" Andrea crinkled her forehead.
"That is where my personal rooms are located, are they not?" Miranda raised an eyebrow.
Much to her relief, Andrea laughed. "Sorry. Let's go."
She kept her hand on Miranda's back and they ascended the stairs slowly.
"You know if I were stronger, I'd pick you up and carry you up the stairs," Andrea mused.
"That would be acceptable," Miranda allowed a smile to creep on her face. "I would enjoy that."
Andrea blushed and looked away. Miranda chuckled to herself. She knew the brunette had feelings for her-she just didn't know why the girl didn't act upon them. Finally, they made it up the stairs and into Miranda's bedroom. Andrea gasped when she stepped into the spacious room. It was painted white, but not a cold white-it had more a cream colored base that made it seem warmer. Her bed was enormous with a dark purple duvet covering it, and Andrea was willing to bet her bottom dollar that Miranda had silk sheets. An entire shelf of books lined one wall of her bedroom, while a large chair rested by another. Glancing at Miranda, Andrea found herself on the receiving end of a rare tender look.
"Like it?" Miranda asked.
"Yes! I knew you would have great taste," Andrea grinned.
"Thank you Andrea," Miranda gently squeezed Andrea's shoulder.
"You're welcome," she replied. "Come on, let's get you to the bathroom. I don't want your ankle to get any worse."
Miranda melted once she heard those words, and knew that Andrea would make a perfect wife. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to force such thoughts away, since they hadn't even reached the 'girlfriend' stage yet. They made their way towards Miranda's bathroom, and again, Andrea let out a gasp of surprise. The bathroom, if possible, was even more wonderful than the bedroom. A large marble Jacuzzi sat on the farthest wall away from the door with steps leading up to it, and the toilet and sink were also made of marble. The shower had no showerhead-just a panel in the ceiling with little holes for openings, and the controls were on the wall outside of the shower.
"Good lord Miranda," Andrea breathed. "This is wonderful."
"Would you like to use any of it? You can take a shower, or a bath if you would like to," Miranda offered.
"No, thank you," Andrea guided Miranda to the steps leading to the Jacuzzi and gently helped her sit down. "I really should be going soon."
Miranda's heart sunk.
"Would you like me to take your coat?" Andrea asked, oblivious to Miranda's heartache.
"Yes. Thank you," Miranda said as Andrea brushed her fingertips against her collarbone in her attempt to take off the heavy garment. She laid the coat carefully on the bathroom counter and returned her attention to the white-haired beauty.
"Aren't you going to take off your coat as well?" Miranda asked when she realized the brunette had made no attempt to shrug off her own winter jacket.
"I'm...chilly," Andrea lied through her teeth. "I'd prefer to keep it on."
"Alright," Miranda was confused, but didn't push further.
Andrea kneeled before Miranda, making her inhale sharply at the sight. Almost reverently, Andrea took the Editor's hurt foot in her right hand and gently took off the 4-inch heel. Miranda gasped again, but this time, it was in relief. Andrea skimmed her fingers lightly across the tender flesh and her large brown eyes critically scanned the pale flesh for any noticeable bumps or bruises. Miranda was struggling to keep her breathing in check, but with a beautiful woman kneeling at her feet and treating her like she was the most precious thing in the world, it was hard to do.
"Doesn't appear to be broken," Andrea sighed with relief as she stood up. "Just seems to be swollen and bruised. I'll go get some ice."
"Alright."
After Andrea left, Miranda limped over to her vanity and pulled open a drawer and grabbed a bottle of Advil. Filling a glass with water, she quickly downed two pills and hobbled back to the Jacuzzi steps. Andrea entered with an icepack that she thoughtfully wrapped up in a washcloth to protect Miranda's delicate skin from the cold. Kneeling at Miranda's feet again, she gently pressed the washcloth to the swollen, irritated skin and held it there. She looked up through lowered lashes, and Miranda found herself struck dumb at the sight. Andrea started up a conversation about Miranda's expansive book collection and was happy when she realized that Miranda had similar tastes in authors and genres. As the conversation turned to movies and ultimately Les Mis again, Andrea kept the ice pressed firmly against Miranda's ankle. Both women loved the feeling of being each other's presence, but did not comment on it.
"There, that should do it," Andrea murmured, lifting the washcloth away.
The swelling had gone down tremendously, thanks to Andrea's faithful hold on the ice. The Advil had also done its job, and Miranda didn't feel any pain when she gingerly rotated it in a circle.
"Thank you," she said, staring deep into the chocolate pools she loved to get lost in.
"My pleasure," Andrea whispered, gazing back.
Miranda cupped Andrea's cheek and Andrea sighed, sinking into the warm hand. Her eyes sparkled with tears at the gentle touch, but she refused to let Miranda see them.
"Aren't your knees terribly sore?" Miranda asked hoarsely.
"Not too bad," Andrea lowered her eyes.
"Come up here," Miranda dropped her hand from the soft cheek and gently grabbed Andrea's arm.
She pulled Andrea up so the brunette was sitting in between her legs, and in that position, Miranda was taller than her. Miranda hesitantly wrapped her arms around the thin frame and pulled her into a warm embrace. Andrea struggled to control the shakes that threatened to overtake her. Placing her hands flat against the middle of Miranda's chest, she leaned back and tried to escape, but Miranda held her in place.
"I have to go," Andrea said.
"Please don't," Miranda pleaded.
She leaned forward to rest her forehead against Andrea's, making the latter look down to hide her large brown eyes that were now shiny. Miranda tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes, and gently pressed her lips to Andrea's. Andrea didn't pull back, even though every fiber of her body was screaming at her to. Their lips stroked against each others languidly and softly. Andrea reached up to thread her fingers through Miranda's hair, much to the Editor's delight. Miranda's arms were slung loosely around Andrea's back, but she was getting annoyed with the coat covering the young woman's body. Sneaking her hands to the front of Andrea's coat, she opened the buttons and attempted to slide her hands in, but was thwarted by Andrea jerking back. Their lips broke apart and they panted heavily, looking deeply in each other's eyes.
"I'm-"
"Andrea, do not finish that sentence. I am not sorry, and I regret nothing," Miranda grasped Andrea's hand and held it to her own chest. "Feel my heartbeat? It's going crazy." Miranda's laser eyes bored into Andrea's. "And it's because of you."
Andrea's eyes widened and she gulped. Miranda took that opportunity to lean in for another earth-shattering kiss, pouring her soul onto Andrea's lips. Andrea stiffened before relaxing and reciprocating fully. Licking the plump lips, Miranda's tongue darted into a hot, wet mouth. Their tongues battled against each other as air was greedily sucked through noses. Miranda stood, pulling Andrea up with her and they stumbled out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, their lips still locked in a passionate and fiery kiss. Andrea felt the soft duvet hit the back of her legs and she smirked against Miranda's lips.
"I knew it," Andrea murmured as her back sank down on the softest bed she had ever been in.
"What?" Miranda mumbled, her lips hungrily devouring Andrea's neck.
"That your sheets were silk," Andrea grinned.
"They're Mulberry silk," Miranda said a bit smugly. "They're the highest quality one can purchase."
Andrea rolled her eyes affectionately and pulled the white-haired woman back down to her lips. Stop. Stop. Andrea tried to obey the voice that shouted at her to stop, but she couldn't. Miranda was consuming her-both body and soul. She was vulnerable, and she needed to feel.
"My God Miranda," Andrea panted.
Miranda grinned against Andrea's sweaty neck and raised her hands up to cup Andrea's neck, but froze when her palm felt a bump. Andrea tensed.
"What is this?"
"Just a bump," Andrea was mentally freaking out, but her voice was strong. "I bumped the back of my neck while fixing my sink a couple of days ago. It's nothing. Really."
"Alright," Miranda believed her.
She started pushing the coat off of Andrea, but stopped when Andrea placed a hand over hers. "Let me turn the lights off."
"Why?"
"The darkness enhances the senses."
Andrea hurried to turn off the lights and draw the curtains before Miranda could protest. Blindly feeling her way in the darkness, she felt the edge of the bed and caught her breath when she felt Miranda's naked flesh. Miranda had disrobed in her absence. Andrea's jaw dropped and she hurried to shuck her own clothes. Soon, they slid together, both sighing when their naked bodies touched for the first time. Andrea ended up on the bottom, and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness so she could make out Miranda's face. She hungrily sought out the older woman's lips again, wrapping her arms around Miranda's back and pressing their breasts together. Their legs intertwined and they could feel the heat emanating from each other's cores.
"I. Missed. You. So. Much," Miranda whispered between kisses. Having the lights off bothered her slightly, since she wanted to see Andrea fully, but at the same time, the brunette was right. The darkness almost made her feel animalistic. She wanted to devour the brunette whole. "You know, during the movie, when that man touched you in that manner and entered you, I wanted to kill him."
"I did too," Andrea breathed. "He kissed my neck, and his breath was too hot and I could feel his-"
Miranda growled and reached around her back to grab Andrea's hands. Forcefully pushing them above Andrea's head, she snarled, "You are mine now." She failed to notice Andrea's moan of pain, mistaking it for a moan of pleasure.
Miranda roughly captured her lips and ground her lower half onto Andrea's leg. With a surprising show of strength, Andrea flipped Miranda over so she was on top. Not wasting any time, Andrea began sucking and nipping at the pale flesh of Miranda's neck and collarbones. Low moans filled the room, and when Andrea took an erect nipple in her hot mouth, Miranda made a strangled sort of scream and pushed her chest out. Andrea swirled the bud in her mouth, coating it with her tongues wetness while pinching Miranda's other nipple so it wouldn't feel neglected. She made no sound except for the occasional slurping noises. Miranda, on the other hand, felt as if she died and went to heaven. Andrea's wonderfully wicked mouth had her as tense as a bow-string. As Andrea moved lower, and finally captured her sex with a wet mouth, Miranda let out a scream. Andrea worked her tongue and lips over Miranda's core quickly, knowing the places that brought the most pleasure. Soon, Miranda had her first climax, followed quickly by a second and a third as Andrea added her fingers to the mix. Miranda weakly pushed her away finally when she could take no more. As Miranda laid panting in the darkness, she felt Andrea shift to move up to lay by her.
"That was marvelous," Miranda got out between labored breaths.
"Mmm," Andrea hummed in agreement, a terrible ache resting in her chest.
"Your turn," Miranda said coquettishly.
Before Andrea could protest, Miranda had pined her beneath herself again. And she attacked. Andrea could hardly remember all the wonderful things Miranda did to her body. It was rough and fast, yet done with a tender love Andrea somehow knew was there. There was no pain-the pleasure filled her so much, there was no room for it. Yet she knew their rough lovemaking would leave its mark in the morning. Hell, it probably left its mark now, but Andrea couldn't care less in the heat of the moment. After their last orgasm together-was it their fifth? Sixth?-they curled up together. Leaning in for one last kiss, Miranda sighed happily and almost too weak to say anything else, she flopped ungraciously back down on the soft sheets and promptly fell asleep. Andrea, consumed with guilt and sadness, stayed awake absentmindedly tracing Miranda's features in the dark.
"There are dreams that cannot be," Andrea bitterly muttered, thinking it was ironic.
She dozed off and on, sleeping fitfully and restlessly. Opening her eyes for about the 10th time that night, Andrea saw that the clock read 5:45 am. The early morning light peered through the cracks around the closed curtains, and Andrea knew that Miranda would be up soon. Andrea sighed and tears leaked out when she watched the beauty sleep peacefully next to her.
"Why did I give in?" Andrea moaned.
Swinging her long slender legs over the edge of the bed, she shakily stood up and winced in pain. Looking down at her bare body, Andrea noticed the expanse of bruises littering the length of her body.
"Well shit."
Andrea rushed to pick up her clothes and haphazardly got dressed. After shoving her phone in her jeans pocket and double checking Miranda's floor for anything she might have missed, she tip-toed back to Miranda's side and brushed a lock of snowy hair away from the beautiful, serene face. Andrea kissed Miranda's forehead, letting her lips rest against the smooth skin before whimpering and scampering to the door. Debating against leaving a note, Andrea let out a sob and her fist flew up to muffle the sorrowful sound. Barely being able to see through her tears, Andrea took one last gaze at the woman she loved before turning away and shutting the door with an inaudible click.