A/N: My apologies for taking so long to post the next chapter, I wasn't sure where I wanted it to go, hopefully you all enjoy it.
Andy woke up to a soft light filtering through the shades and a pleasant warmth against her right side. She glanced down at the woman currently laying half across her body, her beautiful white hair gleaming angelically in the sunshine. It felt nice to be so close. The brunette sighed contently and shifted slightly to accommodate her right arm which was feeling tingly and closed her eyes. After an hour or so of just enjoying the feeling of having Miranda in her arms, the older woman shifted in her sleep and rolled over onto her stomach. Andy turned onto her side careful not to jostle Miranda. Her eyes took in the expanse of the editor's back as her fingertips itched to graze the smooth alabaster skin. Not even a minute later, she gave in to her impulse to touch and brushed the back of her knuckles along Miranda's spine. The older woman hummed in her sleep and a soft smile tugged at her lips as the gentle touch slowly roused her from sleep. "Andréa," she sighed.
"Good morning," Andy leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
"Mmm," the white haired woman agreed as she rolled to her back and gazed up at Andy. A delicate hand reached up cupping the brunette's cheek and slowly slid into her long chestnut locks. Fingertips scratched at her scalp and Andy sighed closing her eyes. Miranda pulled her down gently connecting their lips in a slow languid kiss.
Andy took control of the kiss and moved to straddle the older woman's hips. She felt the heat of delicate fingers gripping her right hip over her silk negligee as both her hands cupped Miranda's face. The editor's hands soon found Andy's bare thighs and blunt nails were dragged over her heated skin causing her to moan into their kiss. Miranda took advantage of Andy's mouth opening and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. The writer pulled back just slightly to catch her breath. And fuck. Miranda's a good kisser. "Mira," she sighed and rested her forehead against the woman's below her. The editor's pupils were blown and her eyes stormy.
Miranda ran her fingers up and down the brunette's sides. "I know, darling," she smiled softly and withdrew her hands albeit regretfully. "Why don't you go shower? I'll see what our options are for breakfast," she suggested and Andy nodded.
The brunette carefully extracted herself and felt Miranda's gaze on her backside. The negligee wasn't too risqué but it didn't leave much to the imagination either since it barely covered her ass. She put a little extra sway in her hips and smiled when she heard Miranda groan. At least I'm not the only one suffering. She thought as she turned the water on.
A little while later, they were having breakfast at one of the many restaurants at the resort out on the private balcony. Andy indulged in an eggs Benedict while Miranda enjoyed a fresh Belgian waffle, both of them sipped on water and mimosas. "What sort of books do you read in your leisure time?" the older woman asked.
"That depends on a few things I suppose," the brunette replied. "I like science fiction and fantasy, crime thrillers, a good drama or romance is nice, and the classics. It really depends on my mood."
"What was the last one to grace your night stand?"
"Wuthering Heights but that doesn't really count since it's almost always there. It's one of my favorites that only gets swapped out with any of Jane Austen's novels."
"Great books," Miranda replied. "What else do you read?" she wondered taking a bite of waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. Andy was distracted by the pink tongue that darted out to lick the white sugary concoction from the corners of the editor's mouth. Good lord. I wonder what it would feel like to have that tongue all around... "Darling?" Miranda raised a finely manicured brow.
"Right, sorry," Andy felt the blush creep up her neck due to the less than appropriate thoughts running around in her head. "I love science fiction and fantasy novels and I do tend to read a lot of young adult literature. Harry Potter is, of course, my favorite but I'm partial to the Chronicles of Narnia as well."
"Really? I've never read them."
"That's a down right shame and we need to fix that," Andy said pointing her fork at the older woman. "My grandmother introduced me to them when I was little," the brunette smiled sadly.
"What happened?"
"She died when I was twelve," the writer replied with tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
"I'm so sorry," Miranda took her hand and held it on top of the table.
"Thank you," Andy sighed. "I still get upset when I think about it."
"How-"
"Cancer," Andy cut off her sentence and shook her head. "I have wonderful memories of her, I just wish we had more time."
"Of course, I'm sorry," she said once more. "What about your love of science fiction and fantasy?"
"Terry Brooks is amazing and I have to admit I have an obsession with Kim Harrison and Anne Rule novels."
"No shame there," Miranda smiled.
"What about you? I've only ever seen you read other magazines but I'm sure you love to read."
The former blonde smiled at the younger woman's observation and wiped her mouth after her last bite. "I do, not that I have much time to do so. I'm partial to mythology and romance," she smiled. "Maybe an occasional literotica novel." Andy coughed, nearly shooting mimosa from her mouth and nose, but she covered her mouth to keep it in. "Are you alright, darling?"
"Fine," Andy coughed at the liquid still in her airway. "Fine."
"Take a drink of water," Miranda pushed the cup towards her.
The writer took it and sipped slowly. "I'm sorry, you just caught me of guard," she explained.
"That's quite alright," Miranda smiled. "You already know so much about me and my life that I find it amusing to surprise you."
"Well," Andy smiled and coughed again. "Color me sufficiently surprised. What do you usually read?"
Miranda smirked. "I'm rather fond of anything involving a May December romance."
"Oh?" Andy squeaked and finished her mimosa attempting to hide her reddening face that had nothing to with being embarrassed.
"Yes, my recent favorite is about a young writer lusting after her much older editor," Miranda leaned forward and raked her eyes over Andy's chest.
"Oh Jesus," Andy gasped at the hunger in the azure orbs staring back at her. "You're playing with fire," she warned and fanned herself.
"Maybe I want to," she shrugged and leaned forward just slightly to give Andy an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage.
"Mira, please," Andy sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "You're killing me."
"My apologies," she smiled and sat back.
"Thank you," the younger woman relaxed and Miranda inclined her head in acknowledgment.
"Are you ready to go?" Miranda asked and as soon as Andy nodded she signaled for the check.
The writer tried to slow her heart rate by taking deep breaths but found it hard to completely rid herself of any of the images in her head. She just couldn't stop imagining the woman using her tongue all over her body. She was either going to need another shower or a quick swim outside their bungalow.
Once outside the restaurant, Miranda slipped her hand into Andy's and interlocked their fingers. The brunette barely refrained from jumping at the unexpected contact. The writer was once again surprised but smiled softly when she gazed over at the older woman. She knew Miranda was never one for public displays of affection. In fact, she frowned upon it and hardly let anyone touch her. Andy just counted herself lucky. They walked back to the bungalow hand in hand enjoying the beautiful rays of sunshine and light salty breeze.
The brunette was rummaging in her suitcase for a notebook and her laptop when she heard her name roll off the older woman's tongue. "Andréa," the tone was husky and as smooth as silk, the accentuation of the second syllable sent a shiver down her spine. Oh God. She gripped her notepad to the point of crinkling it. Soft footfalls could be heard approaching her room. "Andréa," the name fell from the editor's lips once more sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She bit her bottom lip to keep from whimpering and breathed harshly through her nose while looking up at the ceiling. Oh God. Please. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear it again and possibly come from that alone or if she wished it to stop. Her eyes fell shut when she felt the change in the air around her. Suddenly, her body was hyper aware of the editor standing behind her. The sweet musky scent of Miranda's perfume drifting toward her. "Andréa," she repeated after receiving no response.
"Fuck," she whispered harshly. Her hand shot out to the wall for support as her center ached and her nipples hardened. A second later, a cool hand swept her wavy locks to the side, lips attached themselves to her neck. Teeth and tongue assaulted her skin. A lust filled moan escaped her lips and her body slacked against the editor's front. "Mira," she gasped as her body responded to the hand exploring her stomach. It took all her strength and willpower to pull herself away from the older woman and lean her back against the wall. "Miranda, please," she sighed closing her eyes tightly. The images in her head flashed from having the older woman underneath her to the editor doing all sorts of wonderful things to her body. Her chest heaved with exertion and her pulse raced. Good Lord. Get a grip, Andy.
"I apologize, I saw the affect my saying your name has on you and couldn't stop myself." Andy laughed sardonically at her own body's reactions. What are you waiting for? Just go for it. Her mind was running a mile a minute. "Andréa?" Miranda softened her tone to pull the brunette out of her own head.
"Mmmhmm," Andy sighed at the sultry tone of her name. "I love the way you say my name," she admitted. "Don't ever call me Andy," she added, her eyelids growing heavy.
"Andréa?" Miranda questioned softly raising a finely manicured brow.
"Not like that," Andy shook her head biting her lip. "Like before."
"Andréa," Miranda stressed the second syllable and watched with fascination as a tremor went through Andy's body. The brunette sighed and her eyes fluttered shut as her head fell back against the wall. She swallowed the growing lump in her throat and squeezed her eyes tightly, willing the butterflies in her stomach to go away. "This turns you on," Miranda concluded.
Andy decided to open her eyes then and looked directly at Miranda. "Yes," her voice was an octave lower and laced with desire. Her gaze was heated and intense, eyes dark, almost black.
"Oh my," Miranda's breath came out in a surprised gasp. "Has it always?" she wondered. Andy gave a curt nod. Miranda stepped forward and into the writer's space placing a hand on either side of her head against the wall.
"Miranda, wait," Andy felt a slight panic rise in her chest. She was nervous. She stopped her with a hand on her chest. She could feel the editor's heart beating erratically under her palm.
The older woman leaned in ignoring the pressure on her chest until it gave way. Defeated. "Why?" Miranda husked against her ear, her tongue darting out and along the shell of Andy's ear. The brunette gasped and felt the growing arousal pooling in her belly as her nerves slowly gave way to a burning need. "You know me better than anyone," Miranda pulled back enough so she could gaze at the woman she had pinned to the wall. Soft, gentle fingertips traced her jaw and moved slowly down her neck. Andy shivered as those same fingertips dipped below the collar of her shirt and trailed across her clavicle. "I know you better than you think and what we don't we can figure out as we go," Miranda's voice was rough, Andy could tell the older woman was barely holding back.
"Mira," her voice quaked. Her resolve to wait was crumbling so easily.
"Give me one good reason," the editor requested undoing the top button of Andy's button down shirt.
"I can't... think..."
Miranda leaned in and brushed her lips against the brunette's ear. "So don't," she whispered allowing her fingers to continue to unbutton the writer's shirt. Blunt nails skimmed along her toned stomach causing her muscles to twitch. Andy hissed in pleasure. She couldn't continue to resist and her walls crumbled into a heap at her feet. She placed her hands on either side of the editor's face and crushed their lips together.
Andy shifted and easily used her strength to switch their places. As much as she enjoyed Miranda pinning her to the wall, she wanted some semblance of control back. The writer trailed her lips along the editor's jaw while her hands started pulling the fabric around her waist to untuck her shirt. Andy raked her fingers down Miranda's ribs causing a shiver to pass through the older woman's body. "Andréa," the silver haired editor sighed. The brunette followed the slope of the elegant neck below her lips until she came in contact with the fabric of Miranda's shirt while her hands ghosted around the editor's slim waist.
She had just popped the button on her slacks when their door bell rang. The bell hop announced his presence and that he had a message from the desk. "You have got to be kidding me," Andy groaned running a now free hand over her face. She rebuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and marched to the door swinging it open a little harder than intended. "Worst timing ever," she ground out through her teeth and tipped the young man. She yanked the envelop free and shut the door.
"What is it, darling?"
Andy took note of the flushed skin and sighed. She had intended to keep going but now she just wasn't in the mood. "I haven't opened it yet, but whoever sent it, it better be life or death," she glared at the offending paper.
"Open it," Miranda laughed.
"Miranda and Andy," she began. "We sincerely hope you two are having a wonderful time and apologize for the deceit. We believed it to be in your best interests to force you into confronting your feelings. Inside, you will find two certificates for a a spa day on us to use any of the days you are at the resort. Please enjoy yourselves. Emily, Serena, and Nigel."
"Well now, let's see those certificates," the editor motioned for Andy to hand it to her. She looked them over and smirked. "It seems they are rather remorseful," she grinned mischievously. "There is no amount, which means they are tied to a credit card," she explained. "What do you say, darling? Shall we take them up on their offer?"