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“…Miranda?”
“Hm?”
“Are you awake?” The near silent whisper causes the older woman’s lips to quirk up in a small grin.
“I am now.” The low, and gravelly voice shows the early time, even without glancing at the clock on the bedside table. Andy pulls Miranda closer to her with the arm around her front, pressing her chest close against Miranda’s bare back, releasing a happy sigh. Miranda’s hand comes up to cover Andrea’s, thumb stroking the pale skin gently.
She loves their mornings together. Before their girls sneak in to snuggle under the covers, and giggle and talk with their mothers, the early morning is their time. It always has been. And Andy wouldn’t want it any other way.
“I can hear you thinking, darling.”
She nudges herself forward, burrowing her face into the back of Miranda’s neck, breathing in deeply and inhaling the faint smell of expensive perfume, and the bodywash she favours.
“What lovely things I have to think about with you in front of me, my love.”
“Charmer.” Comes the amused response from the woman in front of her.
“For you? Always.”
Miranda fidgets, turning around to face Andy, and the brunette adjusts her arms to wrap comfortably around the other woman’s waist. Miranda sighs happily, leaning her head on the pillow.
“What has you awake at such an early time?” She asks, blinking sleepily.
“I was just thinking.”
“Ah, the curse of a writer’s brain.” Miranda chuckles softly. Andy doesn’t answer her beyond a soft grin and leans forwards to press a gentle kiss to Miranda’s lips. The other woman sighs happily into the embrace, nudging closer to the brunette. Sneakily, she shifts one foot onto Andy’s shin, making the brunette squeal lowly and flinch at the feeling of cold toes on her skin.
“You are freezing!” Andy complains half-heartedly and brings the expensive covers around their bodies as tightly as she could. Miranda simply smiles back at her antics, relaxing into Andy’s hold on her waist, and appreciating the extra boost of warmth from the blankets.
“Want to know what I was thinking about?”
Miranda nods, sleepily. “Mhm.”
“You.”
A fond roll of her eyes follow. “Really? What about me?”
“How happy you make me. How much I love you. How I can’t imagine my life any other way.”
Andy means every single word, just as she had meant it when she had told Miranda that she loved her for the first time.
They’d been curled up on the couch in the den, with Patricia on the floor snoring away, and the girls away at their fathers. A random Netflix film was on the tv, and Miranda was sat with the Book, furiously writing notes as Andy had lay her head on her shoulder and relaxed, half-watching the tv.
“Honestly, what do I pay these people for?! I said burgundy, and they’ve slapped red chiffon on the backdrop!” Angry scratching came from the pen on the post-it note and she’d slapped it down in the centre of the page.
Andy chuckled, and tilted her head to look up at Miranda’s face. “God, I love you.” She said fondly (and deliberately) and Miranda’s movement stilled. Slowly the editor turned her head, glasses perched on her nose as she gazed evenly at Andy.
“Do you realize what you just said?”
Andy smiled a soppy smile at her. “Mhm.”
The Book was carefully placed on the coffee table, and Miranda had sat back, held Andrea’s face in her hands and smiled at her.
“You sure?” There’s some nervousness in her voice, and Andy thinks that it doesn’t suit Miranda.
“When do I say anything that I don’t mean?” Andy points out.
“Well good, because I love you too darling.” Andy launched forward, pressed her lips to Miranda’s with almost desperate fervour and the older woman reciprocated with enthusiasm.
It had been just as well that the girls were at their father’s house, because the two had christened nearly every floor in the house, and quite a few tables. Not to mention the sofa. And the stairs.
Miranda’s voice jolts her out of her reminiscing. “Your brain is far too loud for this time of the morning.”
Andy smiles playfully and then grasping her arms around Miranda’s waist, rolls onto her back, pulling the other woman with her and Miranda gasps a small giggle at the sudden movement.
They lay there, breast to breast and grinning at each other.
“God, I’m so lucky.” Andy breathes, seeing Miranda’s signature curl on her forehead move as she smiles.
“Not as lucky as me,” Miranda whispers back and leans in for a heated kiss, and Andy immediately runs her fingers through Miranda’s hair as the older woman’s hands whisper down her sides.
Playful fingers dance down Miranda’s spine, earning an encouraging hum of appreciation, especially when the dainty hands ghost over her backside, making the woman jolt slightly.
Heavy breathing fills the room as Miranda presses soft kisses behind Andy’s ear, and then trails a pattern down her neck and the older woman shifts to be able sit up, straddling Andy’s hips.
A jolt of anticipation shoots through Andy’s stomach as Miranda bends over again to press a soft kiss to the brunette’s smiling lips and shifts her leg slightly. Andy, taking charge for a moment, lays her hands on Miranda’s waist and moves her upwards so that she can move her leg and throw it over her left thigh. Then she shifts again and Miranda is manoeuvred closer to her, and they’re laying breast to breast again. Using her leg, Andy pulls her tighter against her body, and they both let out shuddering gasps as their centres meet, pressing against each other with delightful pressure.
Miranda might be on top, but Andy is the one in charge this morning. She wraps an arm around the editor’s waist, holding her tight and then begins to move, undulating her hips and makes the friction against their nipples feel fantastic in the way she knows will drive Miranda insane.
It does.
“Andrea!” The gasp isn’t unexpected and it makes Andy grin at the reaction she can draw from the woman above her.
Heated kisses are pressed to Andy’s mouth by smiling lips as she continues the slow, but steady movement of her hips, rocking Miranda’s clit against her own and sending shocks of pleasure through their lower abdomens.
The silver haired woman allows it, for a little while longer, enjoying the pleasure offered by the brunette. And then she begins to move her own hips to match Andy’s movements.
The brunettes head falls back against the pillow with a shuddered moan and a grin on her lips.
It’s always one of her favourite things to do with Miranda during sex, she loves it when they’re like this. So closely connected, every part of their bodies pressed close together and sharing in the passion and pleasure of the movements.
When Miranda’s hand fists in the bedsheets next to her, Andy picks up the pace, holding her close, the movement pressing their pebbled nipples together and drawing more loud moans from Miranda.
“Andrea…I’m so close…so close.”
Andy knows from experience that the more she begins to talk, the closer she was to the edge.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Andy croons at her, face pressing against her clavicle as the motions of her hips become jerkier. “Wait for me.”
She doesn’t call Miranda ‘baby’ any other time except during sex. It sends excited shivers through Miranda’s core, and it always heightens the pleasure.
A gasp escapes from above her, a whine of impatience that is mingled between shuddering breaths and moans.
“Don’t tease!”
Smirking, Andy feels her sit up slightly, and rest a hand on her breast, rubbing a thumb across the pebbled nipple and matching the motion of her hips, sending the pleasurable sensations straight to Andy’s building orgasm.
The action leaves Miranda’s breasts swaying in front of her face and she leans her head up drawing one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking gently and drawing the flat of her tongue across it. A strangled moan causes heat to flare in her belly.
I’m the one causing these sounds. She falls to pieces with my hands, and my mouth. Nobody else’s, Andy thinks, breathing hard as she moves.
Their movements become more jerky, faster and they undulate their hips together with a fervour. Miranda has sat up slightly for a better angle, giving Andy a fantastic view of her face and chest as she rides her way to the peak of her orgasm.
Firm, pale hands move to rest just below Andy’s ribs as she watches Miranda circle her hips, her arms pressing her breasts together and making them sway with the same movement.
Andy grips Miranda’s hips, bringing her own to match her movements.
“Miranda…don’t stop…don’t you dare stop!” Andy’s head falls back on the bed as she arches her back, and Miranda moves her hands to cover both breasts, rubbing her thumbs in a steady rhythm, drawing filthy moans from the brunette and making her grin.
“Never dream of it, darling!” the breathless response brings a laugh out of the brunette who is feeling the tell-tale tightening of her abdomen with the other woman’s ministrations.
With frantic shifting of hips as the pressure builds, moans and gasping fills the bedroom. Declarations of love flew between the two, and then Andy grips Miranda’s hips, pulling her down as she circled her hips desperately as the peak built and exploded, drawing strangled gasps from the woman above her, and Andy’s orgasm followed shortly after, as she breathlessly laughs through her own pleasure.
Miranda’s hands tighten slightly on Andy’s breasts as she tries to stop the shout wanting to break free, but Andy quickly stops that.
She firmly pulls Miranda down, circling again with her hips as she looks her lover in the eyes.
“Oh no, baby, you scream to the rafters if you want.”
A breathless laugh turns into heady moaning. as another orgasm begins to build immediately following the first, and Andy presses a desperate kiss to her sternum. Andy doesn’t stop her speed, and Miranda feels the heat build to a bursting point quickly, and this time she does shout.
“Andrea! Oh! Fuck!” She throws her head back, and Andy smiles at the slight sheen of sweat on Miranda’s neck as she rides out her second orgasm, and enjoying the fact that a curse word had fallen from the woman’s lips.
Miranda shifts sideways, clit twitching as she lay on her side and breathing heavily as Andy turned to face her.
“Good morning.” Andy quips, and Miranda buries her face in the pillow and laughs.
“And what a good morning it is,” she retorts back with a soft smile. She glances over Andy’s shoulder, seeing the bright red numbers on the alarm clock. She then pulls the covers that had been shoved down the bed, bringing them back up around their shoulders. Throwing her arm around Andrea’s waist, Miranda pulls her close, seeing the dopey grin that was usually present after a bout of lovemaking.
“It is still early, and it is the weekend.” Miranda whispers. “The girls are away at their father’s and we have the house to ourselves. Let’s sleep for a little while longer.”
Andy hums, and moves closer, burying her nose into Miranda’s neck and sighing happily.
“…love you.”
Miranda hums, and closes her eyes. “Love you too, darling.”
They fall back asleep quickly, wrapped around each other, happy and sated. For now.