Milk & Honey
by An B. Cay
Note: Written for the porn battle at femslash_today.
There was a lunch at the twins’ school. A parents-teachers-children-health food-awareness sort of thing where the children had prepared the food and the parents and teachers were supposed to eat it. It was a wonderful idea of course, but Andy shuddered slightly at the thought. The twins preparing health food… Not that she was opposed to healthy food at all, and she certainly liked children, generally speaking, it was just that… Well, it was probably better not to think of it too much, she was finally getting through the night without nightmares. Besides, Miranda would return soon from said lunch, to sweep through her office, leave a few last minute demands with Emily, talk to Nigel before sweeping out again with Andy in her wake to attend Anne Klein’s preview. And there were a million things to do be done.
Which was why she was on the phone with a very unhelpful, pompous man from Vitra Inc. trying to get some daybeds for the shoot tomorrow when Miranda walked in with a milk moustache covering her upper lip. She was talking to Nigel, who did a remarkable job of looking completely serious, in control and attentive, while Emily trotted behind them with her mouth open and panicked eyes darting from Miranda to Nigel to Andy. Andy could feel her eyes bulge, her jaw slack as she watched them pass, nausea filling her as it became devastatingly clear that someone was going to die today, quite possibly within the next two hours. After a few seconds she realized the pompous bastard from Vitra was about to hang up on her and she quickly marshaled her thoughts.
By the time Roy pulled up in front of Anne Klein’s 30 minutes later Andy was so agitated and desperate that she was close to tears. Miranda was still completely oblivious. Andy had tried to change this several times already, since it became clear that Emily was too scared and Nigel too entertained to do anything. The twinkle in his eyes as he’d said, “don’t worry Andy, she will kill us. Might as well have some fun first,” made it quite clear. But Andy couldn’t let it go. So she’d rushed after Miranda trying to catch her before she got in the elevator, just to hear the doors ding shut as she rounded the last corner. Then, as a second elevator finally deposited her at ground level, she’d run to the car, yanked the door open only to find Miranda on the phone. Signing to Miranda, pointing to her own upper lip, pointing to Miranda, had only caused Miranda to glare at her.
Andy was now considering the suicidal notion of just wiping the milk off. Rummaging through her bag had unfortunately failed to produce a tissue. Miranda flipped her phone shut, opened her door and got out in one fluid motion, leaving Andy to chase after her yet again. As she stepped into the building, Miranda had already crossed the hallway and pressed the call button. Perversely, the doors to the elevator opened instantly. Andy’s heart jumped to her throat and she dashed forwards, jumping in as Miranda pressed the button for the third floor.
“Miranda,” Andy began completely ignoring the ice cold glare leveled at her and the incongruously cute milk moustache undermining it. “You-”
“Andrea, have you finally lost the last remnants of sanity you had left? Did someone put speed into your corn chowder at lunch?” Miranda cocked her head a little, eyebrows raised and eyes blazing.
It was now or never, it was only a few floors up. Not stopping to think what exactly she was doing, Andy quickly stepped towards Miranda, who stepped back, followed closely by Andy until Miranda was sandwiched between the elevator wall and Andy, huge eyes staring at her second assistant. Andy’s hand went up to touch the other woman’s lip but hesitated. It felt wrong to touch that smooth, white skin with her sweaty hand. Certain that they would arrive any second now, Andy did the first thing that came to mind. Opening her mouth, she softly covered Miranda’s upper lip, letting her tongue slide out to lick the milk off. For a wonderfully surreal second Andy thought everything was finally all right again: the milk was gone.
Then she felt a hand in her hair and Miranda’s mouth gently sucking Andy’s bottom lip into wet heat. A strangled whimper escaped Andy, she wasn’t sure what was causing the mad tingles in her abdomen, or her heart to beat so wildly: fear or excitement. Taking the sound as encouragement, Miranda let go of her lip and with a soft moan hotly invaded Andy’s mouth. Andy’s body surged with arousal and she had to lean heavily into the other woman in an effort to stay upright.
When both became aware the lift was coming to a stop, they immediately let go and took a step back, breathing heavily. Miranda gave Andy a carefully assessing look. “You taste of milk,” she said as the elevator came to a shuddering stop.
Andy bit back fiercely on the hysterical laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. The doors opened and she quickly pointed in the general direction of Miranda’s mouth. “Lipstick,” she croaked.
“You too,” Miranda’s voice was not just soft, it was gentle. Before Andy could blink Miranda had her compact mirror in her hand, a tissue in the other and was strolling into the thankfully empty hall of Anne Klein’s.
Andy’s eyes closed as it suddenly became alarmingly clear what she should have done. A mirror. She even had one with her!
“Well… are you waiting for an invitation?” Miranda’s cool tones snapped her out of her daze. Stepping hurriedly out into the hall, she tried to form her request. “Do you, I mean, I don’t…” she pointed at Miranda’s tissue, “eh maybe I could.” Before she could finish her request she had a clean tissue and Miranda’s mirror in her hand. “Eh thanks,” she replied awkwardly to Miranda’s retreating back.
Miranda seemed amazingly unruffled as she sat through the preview, completely focused on the clothes, absorbing everything and nodding. Anne Klein was smiling by the end. Nigel had noticed the missing moustache immediately and gave Andy a raised eyebrow and clearly impressed little smile. She ignored him in favor of the thoughts racing through her head berating her stupidity, wondering what the hell to do now and when this would all blow up in her face spectacularly. Not to mention the fact that her whole body was on red alert. Her skin felt taut, her breasts ached, there was a continued tingling in the pit of her stomach and her sex was swollen. She tried to keep her breathing and her heartbeat steady, but it was taking an enormous effort.
As soon as the preview was over, Miranda stood, throwing an “Andrea” over her shoulder as she walked out. Andy hurried after her, hesitated only a few seconds before Miranda’s glare compelled her to once again join Miranda inside the elevator. “Call Emily and tell her we’re making a detour. We need to go past my house. She can expect us back in a little over an hour… Probably. I don’t have any appointments for the rest of the afternoon, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”
Andy had no clue what to make of that. She took out her phone and started dialing the familiar number. Maybe Miranda had forgotten to bring something this morning. Maybe she wanted to rip Andy a new one in private or maybe they were going to have sex. That last thought made her short of breath and her heart beat uncontrollably in her chest. When Emily picked up, Andy had to take a deep breath before she could get a word out. It wasn’t enough to keep the nervous wobble out of her voice as she relayed the message and Emily pounced on it, assuming it meant Miranda problems.
“What is going on?” Emily bit out. Andy, standing next to Miranda, couldn’t answer that and wouldn’t have answered even if she had been alone. Decision made, she pressed the end call button. The ride over to Miranda’s was quiet. Andy tried to fidget as little as possible, Miranda gazed out the window. They walked silently into the house, were Miranda hung her coat in the closet, before continuing up the stairs, leaving Andy in the hallway unsure what to do with herself.
Halfway up the stairs, approximately were the twins had once beckoned Andy up, Miranda turned around and looked at her. Sliding her eyes slowly over the young woman’s body, Miranda held out a hand to her. With a tiny delay to process the way her heart had dropped into her stomach and her entire lower body was now tingling, Andy slowly started up the stairs until she came level with Miranda. She gently grasped the hand held out towards her, and together they took the remaining steps.
As Miranda steered them through the house, Andy became aware of the quiet around them. Fear build inside her, warring with the arousal for dominance. They ended up in what appeared to be a guest bedroom. Miranda let go of her hand to close the door and leaned against it, facing Andy. Their eyes held, searching for confirmation, until Andy realized she didn’t need confirmation. They were in the guest bedroom, how much more obvious could Miranda be.
“You want me,” Andy stated gently. She could feel her blood start to pump faster, her skin heating. This was good, this felt wonderful.
Miranda swallowed and gave a curt nod.
Andy smiled as she felt the fear finally dissipating completely. “Good.” She unbuttoned her coat and carelessly draped it over a chair. She took her time appreciating Miranda’s tense body. Finding Miranda’s eyes, she said: “Undress for me.”
Miranda’s cheeks turned pink, her breathing a little heavier as she looked at Andy for a long second. Her hands rose to her neck, took off her scarf, let it slip from her fingers and flutter to the floor. Taking the hem of her shirt in her hands, she lifted it and pulled it off over her head, mussing her hair a little. She hesitated a second, but then let it slip from her fingers and fall to the floor as well. Skimming the waistband, ready to slide the hook free, her hands stilled. With a little jerk of her knee, Miranda stepped out off first one pump, then the other. Now the fingers slid over the hook again and slipped it free, pulled the zipper down, let her pants drop and stepped out of them, before tossing them on top of the rest of the discarded clothing.
With an almost challenging tilt of her head, Miranda straightened and looked directly into Andy’s eyes. It amused Andy as she realized Miranda was probably the same clothes size as Andy herself. She had never considered it before. And she was pretty sure from the look in the eyes opposite hers, that Miranda was aware of it. The amusement faded as she took in the soft curves of breast, tummy and hip, and the creamy white skin which made her hands itch and her blood tingle. She was getting moist. “Show me,” her voice was a little breathy. She wanted Miranda, all of her.
Miranda’s hands went to the front of her silver lace bra, and Andy could feel herself clench even before the clasp was opened. A quick twist with her fingers and soft breasts spilled out. Miranda tossed the bra aside, took a deep breath and then quickly pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and let them lay were they fell, no longer holding Andy’s gaze.
Andy couldn’t stop the quiet moan, or the way her breath hitched as she indulged in the gorgeous woman before her, silver hair mussed, eyes shining, lips slightly parted. She lingered over the soft, slim hips, the auburn curls, the beautiful legs. “Show me,” she husked. Miranda looked at her in confusion. “Show me you want me,” Andy explained.
“What?” Miranda gasped.
“You want me, right? If there’s proof of that…” she couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips. Something bubbled inside of her, something she hadn’t felt before. “Show it to me.”
Miranda inhaled sharply, her blush deepened. “Andrea…”
Andy softened her smile to show her that it was safe, that this was not to hurt or to embarrass. “Show me,” she repeated gently.
Miranda’s eyes darted through the room, her breathing heavy, until Andy whispered. “I want you.” Miranda’s gaze finally focused on her, her breathing stopped, everything was still. A few seconds passed, and then Miranda let out a shuddering breath. Looking into Andy’s eyes the entire time, Miranda’s fingers slid through her curls, over the lips beneath and slipped in between. A little sound in the back of her throat escaped Miranda as she touched herself, her eyelids fluttered but didn’t close.
A flush spread over Andy’s body, arousal sweeping through her, weighing down her limbs, making her eyelids droop. With one step she was close enough to touch. Her fingers slid over Miranda’s wrist, yanked it up. Two fingers glistened wetly. Andy inhaled raggedly and sucked them deeply into her mouth. She moaned, heard Miranda gasp as her tongue swirled across the smooth skin. Sliding the fingers from between her lips, she guided Miranda’s arm around her waist, pulling her closer, kissing her.
She let her hands roam over Miranda’s back, delighting in the feel of soft flesh, of curves pressed against her, of being just a little bigger, especially now Miranda was barefoot. She reveled in the feeling of Miranda trying to get closer and closer as if she was trying to cover herself in all of Andy. Letting one hand softly caress the bare ass, she felt wetness pool between her legs as Miranda shuddered against her and moaned into their kiss. Using both hands, she pushed the cheeks together, pulled them apart, massaged the muscles until Miranda’s hips were bucking against her, holding on with both arms, her face hidden in Andy’s neck.
Setting one leg back a bit for balance, Andy almost enveloped Miranda as she let one hand continue its massage and let the other slip into the slickness between soft thighs. Making it almost impossible for the other woman to move, Andy thrust two fingers deeply into wet heat, pressing her solidly up against her thigh. Miranda’s head almost butted Andy’s jaw, as she bucked violently, riding Andy’s thigh hard, slamming back down onto insistent fingers, moaning loudly as she rode up Andy’s thigh again. Completely caught in her pleasure, unable to escape, Miranda came in minutes.
“Andrea!” Her cry loud as her body went taut.
Andy kept the pressure up with her thigh, kept her fingers sliding in and out until with a soft keening Miranda shuddered and collapsed against her. Her hips still moving almost imperceptibly to their earlier rhythm. Andy barely managed to keep them from falling as Miranda’s full weight sagged against her. She felt a sob shake the body in her arms, and then another one and another one.
“Sssh, it’s okay,” she whispered softly, her own voice husky with everything that just happened. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” Slipping her fingers out of Miranda, so she could use that hand to keep them both upright, she used the other to lightly stroke Miranda’s shoulders and back. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”
Miranda snorted softly into Andy’s shoulder. Disentangling herself a little, she looked up at Andy briefly, her eyes clearly shining with unshed tears, before quickly looking away. “I’m all right, don’t worry,” she breathed in deeply, before continuing, “but maybe we should lie down.”
“Yeah,” Andy grinned, “right.” Without letting go of each other, they took the two steps to the bed and Andy helped Miranda down.
“You’re still…” Miranda gestured at the dress, cleared her throat, looked up into Andy’s eyes, a wry smile on her lips, “not naked.”
“Uh yeah.” She felt a little awkward doing it now, but it would probably always feel a little awkward: this moment, when you decided to not just dip your toes in, but to go ahead and dive in. She grabbed her dress, tugged it up and lifted it off over her head, tossing it in the general direction of Miranda’s clothes. Quickly unclasping her bra, Andrea slipped it off as well. Unzipping both her boots, she stepped out of them. She looked at Miranda for a moment, who she noticed, was torn between eyeing her legs and her dangling breasts, and decided to keep her thigh highs on. At least for now. Hooking her fingers into her panties she eased them down her hips with a little wriggle and let them drop to the floor. Gently, she eased herself down next to Miranda.
They looked at each other, their eyes caressing. “You know,” Miranda said lightly.
“No?”
“I drank milk today.”
“Oh?” Andy could feel her pulse pick up.
“Yeah, I did… Did you?”
For a second Andy considered lying, then, very aware they were both naked, she decided she really didn’t want to. “No.” She steeled herself, unsure of what was to come.
“Mmm,” murmured Miranda as she slowly slid onto Andy. She smiled playfully as Andy groaned at the delicious weight and the soft breasts gliding across her body. “I didn’t think so.”
N.B. In case you're curious: my prompt was DWP, Andy/Miranda: milk moustache.