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"It's snowing, Miranda."
"Don't worry honey. You'll be fine." Miranda leads Andy out into the withering cold. "M-Miranda this is insane.." Andy's blue and purple lips quiver unnaturally. She clings to Miranda, shivering. "Is it really that cold for you, darling?" "Y-y.." Miranda hands Andy her own parka and wraps it around her.
The smell of Miranda fills her senses, 'she smells so good.' Miranda's brown, fluffed parka has a scent of expensive perfume, and a tinge of Andy's aroma. "T-thank you.." "Anytime, dear." They continue walking down the snow covered streets, leaving footprints. Their hot breath leaving a cloud that looks like smoke, Andy grips Miranda's arm with her fuzzy gloves. "Would you like to go home dear?" "I-well.. Only if you want to; I mean I don't want to be a burden and all and- and-" Miranda chuckles ever so slightly, a rare moment of happiness in public. "Only if you want to, my love." "Well.. I guess.. Are you sure you want to go home I mean I can stay out here for a little bit longer i-" "Andréa." Time slows, Andy looks at Miranda, her eyes wide and attentive with her lips ever so slightly parted, as if a puppy has recently possessed her.
".. Yes.?"
"You are turning blue. We are going home."
"Oh- okay.."
Andy's hand quivers uncontrollably, Miranda notices almost immediately; her sharp eyes darting to Andy's hand like a predator spotting its prey. She holds the shaking hand, holding it still as she starts to walk, gently guiding Andy.
Miranda's thumb subconsciously strokes the back of Andy's hand; while her breath hitches at the intimate gesture of Miranda's, Andy bites her lip as she looks away; avoiding Miranda's piercing eyes. "Are you alright, darling?" Andy's jumps at Miranda's soft, concerned voice. "Uh-uh yes of course mommy- miranda- woah uhm I'm f-fine obviously hello.. Ha.. Haha... Ha.." Miranda fights back a smirk with all her might, yet her mouth curves. "Is that what you think of me?" She says, battling the biggest smile. "What-wha- no! No! Absolutely not- I mean- Yes but.. FUCK! No! You're manipulating me aren't you! You.. You're manipulating me! Manipulation.. It's your fault!" "Come on honey, let's just walk before you dig yourself a deeper hole." Miranda says with subtle amusement. She places her hand gently on Andy's lower back to guide her back to the townhouse. Andy accidentally whimpers at the touch— internally screeching.
"It wasn't me! .. That car!"
"That car is idle, baby."
"No! No! It's isn't! It's manipulation again i!-.. can we just go home..."
"Come on honey. Move your butt 'mommy'"
They both arrive home, with Andy's face burning with embarrassment.
Miranda wraps her arms around Andy's waist and gently kisses her. "Shall we practice how to control our running mouth, my dearest Andréa?" Miranda mumbles against Andy's lips. Andy whines as her face scrunches up. "It's not fair I'm not good at that it's not fair it's no!-" Miranda silences her with a deep kiss. "I like it better when you're responding to my kisses." Andy accidentally whimpers. Again. "Oh.. God.." Her knees get weak as Miranda picks her up, Andy's legs wrap around Miranda. "This is not fair you have an unfair advantage." Andy's head rests on Miranda's chest. "Is that so, my darling partner?" Andy is starting to fall asleep right on Miranda. It's not like she does it every night, but Andy is extremely exhausted. "Uh.. Uhm.. Mhm.. I like your boobs.. What.. Uh.. No.. Huh." "I know that already, darling girl." Miranda says, smirking. 'My wife is such a lesbian.' Miranda thinks to herself. Finally, Miranda carries the sleeping Andy to their shared bedroom, and lays her gently on the mattress. She dresses her wife in their night attire and covers Andy with the blankets. ".. Mm.. Thank you mommy.. Mm.. Wait.. Mm.." Miranda gets dressed and elegantly climbs into bed, turning off the lamp. For a second, everything was peaceful. The cold bedsheets on Miranda's leg give a cooling feeling. Until, unconscious Andy rolls over to Miranda and full on buries her face in her cleavage. Miranda sighs and kisses her forehead tenderly before dozing off in a deep slumber.