Medical leave (a Mirandy fanfic)

Chapter 12: troubles in Paradise

Sunday morning found both women entangled in each other's arms, across Miranda's bed. After the movie (which Miranda end up choosing and in which Cate Blanchett was not a part of the cast), the editor succeded in extricating a drowsy Andrea from the sofa and leading her to the master bedroom. At first, Andy was reluctant and even when she agreed to get in bed, she was stiff as a board. Though it only took a few massages and a while of stroking her long locks for her to finally relaxed and drift off into a content sleep

It was well past nine when Miranda woke up. She usually woke up at eight on weekends, that was her concept of sleeping in, so it surprised her that it was almost half past nine when she eyed the clock. Andre was still fast asleep, her legs tangled with Miranda's, her face tucked in the crook of the older woman's neck and her good arm hugged her waist tightly. The editor smiled fondly and nuzzled her hairline, placing a light kiss on her forehead. 

Andrea was beautiful, awake and asleep. The weight of her body on her chest, her warmth, her even and deep breathing, her parted lips. A beautiful young woman, and she was hers as much as Miranda was Andy's. The editor's chest swelled with affection at the idea, she wanted to wake up like this every morning. Andy stirred 

-"Mmmmaawnm" - an unintelligible mumble came from her plump lips and Miranda could only smile lovingly-

- "Good morning, darling" - she greeted, tightening her hold on her - 

-"Morning, beautiful" - Andy responded peppering Miranda's neck and collarbone with kisses - "What time is it?" - she asked, alternating every word with kisses-

-"It's almost half past nine. Did you sleep well?"

-"Wonderfully" - she hid an outrageously large yawn tucking her face back in Miranda's neck-

-"Andrea, that tickles"  -the editor chided giggling - 

-"Mmh, it does?" - the brunette slid her tongue up the length of the column of Miranda's neck and she heard the editor inhaling sharply - 

-"Darling" - she purred baring her neck for Andrea to continue her ministrations -

-"Mmh, I love your perfume, Miranda" - she bit lightly on her pulse point and Miranda clenched her thighs . Andy adjusted a bit so she could straddle her and she slid her lips down Miranda's cleavage, slowly popping the buttons of her pajamas - "Your skin is so soft the designers' silk feel like sandpaper" - she nipped where the swell of her breasts started - 

-"Ah!" - she could no longer supress a throaty moan - "I-I'll make sure to pass on your reviews to the designers, my darling, although not so explicitly" - Miranda threaded her fingers through Andy's hair as the brunette kissed the valley of her breasts -

-"Exquisite, really" - Andrea wasn't paying atention to the remark, enthralled by the woman bellow her. Miranda squirmed and arched her back, encouraging the young woman to continue. Andy didn't decline such luscious invitation and captured Miranda's nipple, sucking deeply and playing with the tender nubble between her teeth, eliciting another moan from the editor. Andy traveled farther south, trailing her abdomen with kisses and licks until she reached the waistband of her pants. She was tugging it down with her teeth when a sharp pang of pain shoted through her arm-

-"Ouch!" - the brunette whined - 

-"Are you ok?" -  Miranda asked, sincerely worried-

-"Yeah, it's just a cramp but... ah, it hurts a lot" - Andy kneaded her shoulder hoping that it would soothe the pain lying under the arm sling - "Aaah, I've waited so long to have you like this and now... ugh" - she said, truly annoyed- 

-"It's ok, darling. As much as I'd love to continue, we'll wait until you're better" - Miranda smiled tenderly and pecked the brunette's lips - "But mark my words, Andrea, as soon as the doctors take  that offensive thing off your arm..." - Miranda leaned in, right next to Andy's ear - "I'll fuck you through the matress, my darling" - she gave her earlobe a gentle tug with her teeth -