They laid together in Mirandas bed, it was even more comfortable than the guest bedroom. Especially with Mirandas arms wrapped around her and holding her tight against her like she might slip away. They fell asleep like this and Andrea had never felt such happiness in her life, even though she felt some guilt in pushing her this evening, she knew these feelings between them, no God of love would condemn.

In the morning Miranda whispered into her ear "Andrea, darling", waking her up. The girl woke, feeling the woman's soft hand glide across her arm, gently rousing her from her sleep. She turned over and was met with a smile. "Mmm good morning, MIranda" she hummed contentedly.

The older woman smiled and hesitated for a moment but she pulled her lips to her own and kissed her. THe young woman combed her fingers through her short silver hair and kissed her deeper, her heart rate picked up immediately, sending a burst of energy throughout her veins. Andrea felt her warm palm rest on her abdomen, with her lips pressed so sweetly against her own it made her body shiver.

"Are you cold? You're trembling" Miranda whispered against her lips. Taking a deep breath trying to calm her nerves she smiled nervously "No... you know I'm not" Andrea swept the hair hanging in front of Mirandas eyes away from her face, taking in her bare beauty, no makeup, just woken from sleep, lips red from their kiss. She was still breathtaking. "This is not going to be easy for me" she whispered, admiring her red swollen lips and thinking of how they would feel all over her body.

Miranda stared down at her. Something was different this morning. She didn't look quite the same. She seemed to be glowing. MIranda bit her lip and her hand slid lower. "I never said it would be easy" her breathing picked up and she kissed Andrea again, slowly, agonizingly so, as if they had nothing but time.

Andrea shook harder, her entire body on fire and her heart thundering against her chest. Her hand slid beneath her blouse and glided over her stomach, so feather soft that her skin broke out in goose bumps. "You're so beautiful" she heard her whisper against her lips.

The momentum was building but Miranda had control. She never picked up her pace, only her breath gave any indication that she was feeling just as aroused as Andrea. "I know what you need, darling" she told her, her fingernails scratching gently across her hip. "I want to give it to you but...". She kissed Andrea again, and slid her tongue gently across them. "As long as I can be with you Miranda, take as long as you need".

It was an unbearably long day at the office. Andrea was asked to cover the upcoming protests against troops being sent into Iran. She was trying to get everything prepared for it but all she could think about was Miranda and looking forward to seeing her that evening.

It was nearly eight in the evening before Andrea got off work. When she got to MIrandas house she was in her kitchen, working away at the stove preparing dinner.

"I wanted to do something special for you tonight, I wanted to make you dinner" she told her. Andrea sat her things down on her counter and pulled Miranda close to her.

She looked so cute in her apron, bare foot and sweating slightly over a pan of sautéed vegetables. Andrea kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her violet scented perfume. "I've been thinking about you all day" she told her. Miranda giggled and turned down the burner before she turned toward her and caressed her face.

"I've been thinking about you too" she smiled, before she kissed her lips. She turned back to what she was cooking. "There's a bottle of Malbec I opened earlier, glasses are above the sink if you want to help yourself" Miranda told her.

Andrea pulled a glass down and poured herself a generous glass of the dark purple liquid. "I wanted to talk to you tonight" The older woman said, going over to the oven to check on the chicken. "The girls will be coming back to stay with me in about a week" She pulled the pan out of the oven and the scent of the meat filled the kitchen that made Andreas stomach growl.

"I don't want to thrust this on them the moment they get back but... I do want them to know how much you mean to me" she told her. She rested against the counter for a moment. "I want to take them on a little trip to our home in the Hamptons next weekend. Will you join us?".

She pulled down plates from her cabinets and started plating the food. "I'd love to. Work might get a little crazy this week but hopefully it will die down by then" Andrea was surprised that Miranda wanted her girls to know about them.

It was only last night that they had agreed to see where this would take them. She couldn't help but feel like the sun was glowing from inside her soul. She wants nothing more than to be closer to Miranda and her girls.

They ate dinner together and drank their wine. They laid back in her upstairs living room and watched a movie together. It felt wonderfully normal. Somewhere in the middle of the movie though, Andrea had fallen asleep against Miranda. The day had been so long and exhausting that she had no idea she had done it.

Miranda didn't want to move. The movie had ended and it was nearly one in the morning but she wanted to soak in the moment just a bit longer. This girl has ended up meaning so much more to her than she ever imagined.

The woman she was with several years ago, their evenings were similar. Miranda would visit her in the evenings, their children would play together and She would always end up curled next to her while they watched television. It was an aching feeling now to have something similar to her again. To have it now with Andrea.

There wasn't that fear underlying everything this time though. That fear that her husband would find out, that their children would figure them out, that their church would shun them for their affair. This with Andrea was right, for all the wrong that her relationship had been years ago, for all the fallout that had convinced her it was wrong to want a woman this way... this between her and Andrea, it was beautiful.

She gently woke Andrea and guided her half asleep body into her bedroom. She helped her pull off her boots. "It's too hot to sleep in pants" she said tiredly, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down as well. She crawled into Mirandas bed in her underwear and shirt, right under her covers and fell back asleep. As if she was right at home.

The older woman laughed at her and changed into a nightgown before she crawled into bed beside her. She wrapped her arm around her and sighed with contentment. Her whole body relaxed, every muscle ad she fell fast asleep curled behind Andrea.

The next morning the early light filled her bedroom Just before her alarm went off. They both stirred and Miranda tugged Andrea closer. The young woman groaned. "Mmm good morning" she sighed. "Indeed, a very good morning" she whispered behind her, close to her ear.

"I've got a big night tonight. I'm sure i'll be out all night" Andrea told her disappointedly. "I'll miss you" Miranda said smiling. Andrea sat up and stretched, trying to prepare herself mentally for the day ahead,

They got up and Miranda went into her bathroom to take a shower. She heard her turn on the water. She left the door open and looked over her shoulder at Andrea while she slid off her robe.

The young woman watched the silk fall over her skin and pool at her feet. The older woman's complexion was perfect, the curve of her back and the roundness of her bum in white lace panties was making her heart race again.

"Are you coming?" She heard her voice echo off of the tiles. Andrea nodded and followed her. When Miranda turned around, her breasts were in full view. "Miranda..." she whimpered.

The young woman shivered, her hands dying to reach out and touch her, to caress her perfect skin. The older woman didn't say a word, she came closer and her hands slid beneath her blouse, pulling it up over her head and off of her.

"I want to see you" she whispered, kissing her gently on her cheek as she reached down to her underwear and slowly hooked her fingers passed the waistband "You're going to kill me" Andrea whimpered.

"Deep breaths my darling" she told her as her panties slid down her legs. Mirandas soft hands slid over her hips, pulling her into her naked body.

"You are so beautiful, Miranda" Andreas hands caressed her back, down to her lace underwear, her fingers sliding under the material to slide them down her legs too.

They held each other under the streams of water, just enjoying the feel of their bare skin against each other. Andrea kissed her shoulder, her neck and tried to remember to breathe. Mirandas breasts against her own, her body pressed against her, it was almost too much to bare but she tried her hardest not to touch where she shouldn't.

Miranda pumped shampoo into her hands and ran her fingers through Andreas hair, massaging her scalp and cleansing her thick heavy mane. The feel of her gentle fingers and the scent of her shampoo... she didn't know how Miranda expected her to survive this.

They continued their rituals. Andrea washed Mirandas hair and spread the conditioner on too. When Miranda began washing her body, her hands sliding over her back and then her breasts, she couldn't help but moan. She pulled Miranda into her body and shivered violently.

"Oh baby" Miranda whimpered, her hands continuing to touch her, to spread the soap all over her. She pulled them both beneath the water and all of the body wash slid off of her body. Andrea pulled her mouth to her own, kissing her deeply, the older woman moaned too. Her thigh slipped between her legs, her hands caressing her breasts. The feeling of her tongue sliding into her mouth was all the girls body needed.

She gasped and cried out, her legs giving way beneath her. Miranda caught her, she pressed her gently against the cool tiles and kissed her again, gently, sweetly, calming her down. "Did you just..." Miranda whispered above her lips.

"I couldn't help it. God Miranda, how can you stand this?" Andrea breathed heavily. The older woman's skin was red, her eyes dilated and glazed over. She said nothing, she kissed Andrea again.

"Touch me" she whispered, placing her hands around her waist. Andrea complied, she tried to be as gentle as Miranda but she didn't have it in her. She kissed Mirandas neck, her hands gliding over her breasts and caressing them, her palms feeling her nipples harden beneath them.

Miranda gasped and shuddered. Her hand slid lower, down her torso toward the curls between her legs. Her breathing changed and she pulled Andreas mouth to hers again. When her fingers slid through her folds and gently caressing her most sensitive area, Miranda wailed against her lips, her knees shivering and her hips convulsing. "Oh god" she whimpered over and over.

They kissed and caressed each other under the steaming shower, rinsing the rest of their soap and conditioner from their bodies. When they got out Miranda wasted no time drying off. She pulled her back into her bedroom and pushed Andrea onto the bed.

She laid ontop of her, the woman she had suppressed inside of her for nearly a decade was out in full force now, unafraid of the light and sick of the darkness. Andrea was gasping and whimpering with nearly every breath. Miranda was touching her, kissing her everywhere and it wouldn't be long before she made her come again, and this time intentionally.

Andrea gasped in surprise when Miranda settled between her legs and began kissing her breasts and down her torso. She had her legs spread, her center was impossibly wet. "I haven't done this in years" Miranda told her shyly.

Andrea caressed her face, "oh Miranda, It doesn't have to be perfect... I'm so close already" she whimpered. The older woman smiled and continued her path down Andreas body.

She hovered over her center, questioning herself one last time. "Please, oh please Miranda... make love to me" Andrea groaned. That was all the encouragement she needed.

Once she got the first taste she was lightheaded, euphoric with these feelings. She licked her gently and with her own body on the verge of climax. She gasped into her folds, it was all so heavenly all so wonderful. She had missed this, missed the touch and taste of a woman.

Andrea was writhing, her mouth open and moaning obscenities. Miranda couldn't think of a more perfect woman, a more beautiful young woman to show her the way back to who she was and what she truly wanted and needed. This was meant to be, fate had brought them together.

All within moments Andreas legs shook and her hips convulsed against Mirandas lips. She cried and sobbed her name.

She climbed back up her body and kissed her sweetly on her lips, slowly, coming down from the highs they had just been together. "I love you, I love you so much" Andrea whimpered. "My sweet girl... I love you too".

They laid together there, hair still damp and there bodies still thrumming. Miranda stroked her hair away from her face, her hands caressing her cheek, her thumb gently gliding over her full lips.

"I'm going to ask you something and I know it's going to sound crazy" Miranda said. Andrea wasn't sure what to expect. "What is it?"she asked seriously.

"Would you... ever consider..." Miranda began but wavered. Andrea held her hand that was still caressing her face. "Ask me" she encouraged her. The older woman looked into her eyes, into her soul "getting married?" She asked finally, barely above a whisper.

Andrea gasped, sitting up and smiling so hard she could barely speak. "To you? Are you serious?" Miranda sat up and smiled shyly. "I'm very serious. It... it wouldn't be easy. The press would have a field day with would not be kind... but...".

"Miranda... I would be honored to be your wife... but why would you put yourself through that kind of scrutiny... just to be with me?" Andrea would marry this woman in a heartbeat but she was surprised that things had taken such a turn from yesterday. "Not now but in the future... I would love for you to live with me and my girls, to come home to you every evening, to wake up to you every morning... to accompany me to parties and events... I could see myself being very happy with you, for a long time" she confessed.

These last couple of days had made her realize several things. Perhaps she was so unhappy all of these years because she was trying to be something she wasn't. She wasn't a straight woman, the men in her life had never given her the same contentment she had found with that woman several years ago or even now with Andrea.

Her marriages in the past had been about business, had been about her image and the very least about love. She doesn't want to live like that anymore. She doesn't want to live an inauthentic life. She would be turning fifty next year. The years she has left, she wants to spend being happy and free. What she has felt these last few weeks with Andrea has been nothing short of Nirvana.

Andrea had been right, the whole time. This kind of love between them, it was not wrong. It was beautiful. To expect anyone to be content to love someone this way without expressing it to one another was what was wrong. It would be cruel to ask anyone to do such a thing. The relationship she had had years ago had ended so terribly because she was with a taken woman. She was trapped inside of a violent marriage. God had nothing to do with the way it ended.

She felt that Andrea had been brought to her for a reason. She had left her in Paris right when she needed her, just to show her what life without Andrea was like after having her. She had come back to her for a reason and she had stayed for a reason. God wanted this woman in her life, wanted Miranda to understand something that she had misunderstood so long ago.

Heaven was not just a place to strive for after life, but while she's living it. With people who mean the most. When you find a love like this, in it you find a small piece of heaven and that is what is so truly rare.

To let it go out of fear would be foolish. Life is not always about self discipline or suppressing unwanted desire, it is about finding fulfillment and finding someone to love. No matter what people would say, or do to them, Miranda would not run away from this again. She was not sure if she was a lesbian or how to label herself now, but she is sure of one thing. She is in love with Andrea.


A/N

Just one more chapter to go. Might be a couple days. I'm fairly busy this week but I'm updating other stories.

I'm very glad you've taken the time to read my story. :)

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