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Andrea’s old radio blared as loud as it could, “Oh, when you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine, I get kinda hectic inside…” She sang sweetly while washing dishes, still dressed in her chiffon nightgown that she had yet to change out of. “But it’s just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby. When I close my eyes, you come and take me.” The house was quiet, with two-year-old Jacob asleep in his room and his brother Matthew at school. Miranda wasn’t expected home until later, so Andrea, lost in her own private concert, didn’t hear the door open.
“It’s just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby!” She sang and danced right by the kitchen sink. Miranda’s smile remained unwavering as she set her purse down on the couch and entered the kitchen, just as the song on Andrea’s old radio changed. Once upon a time, Miranda had been intimately familiar with these songs herself, and being with Andrea allowed her to reconnect with them. Andrea let out a small yelp when Miranda’s arms snaked around her waist.
It didn’t take long for Andrea to melt into Miranda’s embrace. She leaned her head a little to the right, allowing her wife to place kisses along her neck. It wasn’t planned; in fact, Miranda had assumed Andrea would be anywhere but in the kitchen and already changed out of her nightgown. The romantic sounds of Boyz II Men’s “I’ll Make Love To You” only heightened the emotions shared between the two wives.
Miranda spun Andrea around, her gown billowing as they twirled. Miranda, dressed in a form-fitting dress, pulled her wife close. Their noses touched, followed by the softest of kisses, and then they pulled away from each other, just enough to sway to the rhythm of the song, with Miranda taking the lead. “I thought you were going to be at work all day, Miranda,” Andrea began, gazing into her wife’s eyes.
“I was,” Miranda began in response, “but then I realized I could work from home and spend time with you.” The song seemed to fade as quickly as it had arrived, and soon Whitney Houston’s “I Have Nothing” began to play. Their dance continued right there in the kitchen, and Andrea’s hand tenderly caressed Miranda’s cheek. Miranda leaned into her wife’s touch, and Andrea couldn’t help but think about how much it meant for Miranda to leave work.
The magazine had been Miranda’s whole life before Andrea, before the kids. With Miranda’s promotion to Vice President, Andrea was certain that Miranda would fall back into her old habits and work their marriage to the bone. Yet, here she was, dancing with Andrea in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon in their kitchen. Andrea’s heart skipped a few beats as she felt Miranda leaning in, and she met her for another kiss as they stopped dancing.
Andrea glanced at the clock on the stove and whispered into Miranda’s ear, “We have a little time before he wakes up.” Referring to their son, Miranda didn’t need any more hints to understand what Andrea needed from her. The two of them left the kitchen and tiptoed up the stairs, their hands barely parting from each other’s grasp, stopping only to steal kisses along the way. Miranda was silently grateful that Andrea hadn’t changed out of her gown.
In their bedroom, Miranda gently laid Andrea on their bed. Her kisses were tender, sweet, and gradually deepened. It was Miranda’s touch that Andrea had yearned for, craved, and had been deprived of since Jacob’s birth. The touch that had been withheld from her since Miranda took on her new position. It was the fight they had had several nights ago and again that morning that made Miranda realize the pain she had been causing the woman she loved, the neglect she had shown. And at that moment, she was determined to make amends. Miranda’s hands roamed Andrea’s body, followed closely by her lips. With expertise, she lifted Andrea’s gown off and let it fall to the floor. Andrea’s body lay exposed before her, and it wouldn’t have to wait much longer for Miranda’s devoted attention.
Andrea, fully immersed in the pleasure of finally receiving Miranda’s affections, delighted in exploring her wife’s body. Her hands ran through Miranda’s white hair, while experiencing the soft and sweet touches that were coupled with deep, passionate kisses. As Miranda’s fingers found the source of Andrea’s increasing arousal, Andrea couldn’t help but gasp, her head turning to the side, breath catching in her throat, and her back arching. Eager for more, she instinctively spread her legs wider for Miranda, closing her eyes as her wife’s skilled touch elicited a symphony of moans from her lips.
Only briefly pausing to kiss Andrea, Miranda’s fingers resumed their movements, now exploring the same area her tongue had pleasured moments ago. With seemingly effortless grace, she pulled a pillow beneath Andrea’s head, elevating it for added comfort. Andrea’s eyes met her wife’s seductive gaze, and with her own fingers, she began to undo Miranda’s top. However, her actions came to a halt when Miranda’s fingers exerted just the right amount of pressure exactly where she craved it. “Miranda,” Andrea called out lovingly, repeating her wife’s name as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, expertly guided by Miranda’s skilled touch.
With their foreheads pressed together, Andrea gently cupped Miranda’s cheek, and Miranda kissed her hand in return. The older woman gazed at her wife, a tinge of remorse in her eyes. How could she have been so blind? How could she have neglected this angelic woman before her? How could she have failed to show Andrea the depth of her love, especially after everything Andrea had gone through and all she had given to Miranda? “I love you, Andrea,” Miranda spoke with unwavering honesty and sincerity, and those words alone were enough to bring tears to Andrea’s eyes. “My beautiful Andrea.”
She took her young wife’s hand and kissed it, then as Andrea’s arms wrapped around Miranda’s neck she not only kissed her deeply. She moved back down Andrea’s body, applying her affections to her wife’s breasts. Andrea’s hands moved to grip the bed’s covers, knowing what was to arrive, her head against the pillow as Miranda’s tongue found her clit. Andrea’s breath escaped her and her back arched again, and her grip on the duvet beneath her tightened. She was there, Andrea was there at the edge, her long yearning for release at her wife’s touch.
The strength of their love felt at that moment, Andrea holding herself until Miranda was with her. Until Miranda’s kisses were right where they were needed. Miranda’s hands pushed Andrea just over the edge, just enough for Andrea to whimper into their next kiss. Andrea kept her voice down so as to not wake their son from his nap in the next room over. Andrea’s legs moved between Miranda’s and their bodies close to one another, and Miranda’s fingers pressed a little further eliciting another soft cry of pleasure from Andrea.
Catching their breath, Andrea and Miranda lay on their bed, their hands tightly intertwined. Andrea drew as close as possible to her wife, and Miranda pulled up a throw blanket to cover them both. “I’ve been a fool, Andrea,” Miranda confessed, her voice filled with regret. “I wish I had realized sooner what you needed.”
Andrea reached out, gently brushing away strands of hair from Miranda’s face, and leaned in to kiss her. “You’re all that I need, Miranda,” she whispered between kisses. “I just need you to see that there are days and nights when I need more than just words. I need you.” Andrea’s longing was solely directed toward Miranda. “And it felt like you were shutting me out.”
Miranda began to respond, but Andrea placed her finger on her lips, silencing her. “I know you hadn’t intended to,” Andrea assured her. “I know you, Miranda, and I understand that the magazine is your life. Hell, I was your assistant before I became your wife.” Andrea let out a light laugh, and Miranda smiled in response. “When we got married, we said we would put one another first, right?”
"I’m sorry,” Miranda apologized sincerely.
Nuzzling her nose against Miranda’s, Andrea whispered, “I know you are. But let’s not wait this long again, let’s not let this happen.”
As Miranda watched Andrea start to drift off to sleep, a wave of realization washed over her. It was at that moment, with Jacob’s cries echoing through the house as he began to wake up, that Miranda understood just how close she had come to losing Andrea. Her gaze shifted to the suitcases near the closet, stark reminders of Andrea’s readiness to leave, to walk away from their home and potentially fly back to Ohio.
Miranda retrieved her top, but her focus remained on her wife, lying there vulnerable and exhausted. A deep determination settled within her. She made a silent promise to herself that she would do better, be better, not only for the sake of their family but for the sake of their love and their future together.