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It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Michelle kissed Miranda on the lips, her arm wrapped around her shoulders, her hand gripping her—and Miranda kissed her back.
The hand holding her phone shook in surprise, so only half of it was caught on camera. Stunned, Michelle turned away. "Did I just kiss you on the lips?"
"That’s alright," Miranda said, shrugging with a smirk on her lips.
Unable to find a response, Michelle ended the video, claiming it was an accident when she knew full well she’d been dreaming of this for years—to finally kiss the love of her life. Once she’d stopped recording, she put the phone down and looked at Miranda, searching for words.
All that came out was, "Did you just say—?"
"I did." Miranda smirked again, and Michelle swallowed.
It must have been the glow of the Otto that made her brain stop functioning whenever she was around the woman. Her usual boldness and cheek turned into what she liked to call the gay noises, and aside from that, all she was able to do was give Miranda clumsy compliments.
Feeling Miranda’s lips pressed against hers had catapulted her to another plane of consciousness entirely, and she wasn’t sure she’d returned yet. The thought that the other woman had found it pleasant as well overwhelmed her. Miranda had always been the one making sure they stayed in their respective lanes, and now she was inviting her to do something she’d usually slap her hand for.
They hadn’t seen each other in so long—years—after they’d decided it would be best to cut contact to save their marriages from the claws of social media. Especially Miranda had been struggling, and as much as it had hurt, Michelle hadn’t wanted this angel to bear a minute of sadness.
"Where’s Peter, anyway?" Michelle asked, trying to sound casual when she was actually worrying since she was staying at Miranda’s and couldn’t imagine her husband would approve.
"He’s staying in LA with Darcey."
"Oh." Did that mean she’d be alone with Miranda? In her house? The whole weekend? "Does he know I’ll be staying with you?"
Excitement made her tap her foot as Miranda looked away and took a deep breath, playing with her keys. "It didn’t come up."
Nodding, Michelle spotted her hairstylist returning to finish her blowout. The whole time, Miranda was leaning her head on her fist, observing the process with a soft smile on her pink lips that Michelle kept glancing at more frequently than she wanted to admit. Just having her nearby as they did the most mundane things felt like Christmas and Easter together—like the old caos days, when they’d gone out to eat almost every night, had gone to the cinema, or just went shopping for tomatoes.
Once done, Michelle threw the towel away and spread her arms, exclaiming, "Tadaaaa!" She turned a few times and then halted in front of Miranda. "What do you think, Miss Otto? Do I look good enough for you to eat?"
"How could I say no to these cheekbones?" Miranda winked and went to pay, but Michelle ran after her, a little more dramatic than necessary in the usual Mickey-G fashion.
"Miranda! What are you doing?"
"It’s my treat. I took you here, so I can pay too."
"You really don’t have to!"
"But I want to. I mean, I get to enjoy your new look all evening, don’t I?"
Michelle bumped her hip into Miranda’s. "You’re such a flirt!"
After saying their goodbyes, they went back to the car and got in. Miranda was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other relaxed on the middle console. Michelle’s eyes were drawn to the gorgeous veins of her hand and the rings decorating her delicate fingers. She could imagine driving around with Miranda for hours on end, talking about everything and nothing, and watching the sunset somewhere beside a lonely road.
Miranda started to hum along to a song that came on the radio, and Michelle had to join in. Singing together with Miranda had been a regular occurrence on the set of caos, and the memories flooded her mind. Their dances together, the charged moments in front of the camera, their shenanigans in between scenes—Miranda had been her home through all of it, and now she was back in her warmth.
The sun was shining in their faces, and Miranda put her sunglasses over her normal ones, looking flat-out adorable. Her fingers tapped on the wheel to the rhythm of the music, and she shimmied her shoulders at the chorus. The drive turned into a little karaoke party, and their laughter was music to Michelle’s ears.
They reached the restaurant’s parking lot, which was thankfully in the shade behind it, hidden from the streets. Miranda turned the car off and removed the key, leaving them in silence without the radio.
Michelle turned to her, and then Miranda’s head rolled around too, both leaning against the cream-coloured leather headrests. Her eyes were gentle, the corners of her mouth turned upwards the slightest, and the two pairs of glasses were wonky on her head—just the way Michelle loved her most.
Unable to control her eyes flitting to Miranda’s lips again and her mind going back to that moment at the hair salon, Michelle dared to ask, "Would you mind if I accidentally kissed you again?"
Without answering, Miranda leaned forward and lightly touched her lips over Michelle’s, just as quickly as before, breathing, "Not at all."
As she sat back, her hand covered Michelle’s, and she brushed her thumb over the back of it. Michelle’s smile spread from ear to ear, and her nose scrunched as she giggled, infecting Miranda. She couldn’t wait to hear about her life, all the books she was reading, and the shows she was watching.
"Come on, chop chop, I’m starving!" Michelle sang and opened the car door.
"Alright!"
They entered the restaurant and found a table that was hidden from view, as they didn’t want their time together to be interrupted by fans, as much as they loved them. This time belonged to them only, and Michelle wouldn’t allow anyone to steal Miranda away from her.
Shrugging off her long brown coat, Miranda threw it into the seat together with her handbag and sat down opposite Michelle. After surveying the menu briefly, they ordered burgers and French fries and then started to catch up.
"Last thing I did was Doom Patrol," Michelle started. "A blast, I tell you! And April is amazing. You’d love her!"
"You sure seem infatuated by her," Miranda commented, and Michelle was unable to tell if there was jealousy in it as her expression was as polite as ever.
Miranda couldn’t hurt a fly, but even a fly could hurt her delicate feelings—at least that’s what Michelle tended to think, and that's what gave her this omnipresent urge to protect the woman and her laughter of pure gold.
"Well, you know me," Michelle threw her hands, "Always need a lady to court on set, huh?" Miranda laughed, her teeth showing, and Michelle wanted a taste of the round apples of her cheeks. "But no one can replace the love of my life…"
Quieter now, Miranda tilted her head and smiled again, blinking slowly as her pupils danced with their width. For a moment, Michelle thought about placing her hand over Miranda’s wrist as she was leaning on the table, but then the waiter came and put the large plates in front of them.
"Mh, that looks yummy!" Michelle said, examining her burger.
"Bon appetit!" Miranda said, and they dug in.
Michelle found herself strangely fascinated with the way Miranda ate a burger—how she managed to still look classy while stuffing this huge thing in her mouth, sauce trickling down her chin. Her finger drummed on the bread, and her lips were glazed with grease as she chewed.
"Your last thing was the cult one, right?" Michelle continued, not bothered about speaking with her mouth full.
"Mh-hm." Miranda finished her bite before replying. "The Clearing. It was quite a challenge, but also very insightful. I’ve learned a lot."
"I bet. What I’ve seen… You’re brilliant, as usual." Michelle paused before shrugging. "I get why people join cults now."
That made Miranda laugh, even though she still had food in her mouth and had to cover it with her hand. "You better not, Meesh!"
Meesh—She hadn’t heard that in a while.
Michelle had many nicknames, more than she could count, but Miranda calling her one, this one… It had a special place in her heart, and she wished she also had her own nickname for Miranda aside from "Mirands".
They finished their burgers and chatted some more about Darcey’s graduation, their upcoming projects, Michelle’s veneers, and some more. When Miranda reached for her fries, Michelle noticed she had some sauce on the corner of her mouth. Without thinking, she reached out and wiped it away with her thumb.
Miranda’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, and electricity ran through her as she looked into her deep emerald-green eyes. Her thumb lingered on her chin briefly, twitching in eagerness to pull Miranda towards her own face and clean the sauce with her tongue.
They both froze for a moment before Michelle broke away and handed Miranda a napkin, stuffing fries in her mouth as if that would keep her from saying something stupid.
Miranda wiped her mouth clean and resumed eating her fries. Michelle was silent now, and Miranda threw her some concerned glances.
"It’s okay, Meesh. Don’t worry about it."
Michelle smiled hesitantly but kept her distance now. The conversation continued with light topics and a good mood until they had both finished their meals and it was getting dark outside.
During the drive to Miranda’s house, Michelle got lost thinking about Jack and Harry at home. Jack had always said he didn’t mind her interest in women, and specifically Miranda. He’d seen the way she looked at her and how excited she got talking about her, and he said that’s all he wanted for her—happiness. She’d always come back to him; he knew that, no matter how good Miranda smelled or how divine her body was.
Peter, on the other hand, was not as keen on their relationship, and Michelle didn’t like the thought of upsetting him. Not in a million years would she want to bring trouble into her Miranda’s life, not because of a selfish crush—because that’s all it was, wasn’t it? Like a schoolgirl, she’d screeched when Miranda had shown up at the airport. Whenever she spoke to her, her voice jumped what felt like an octave higher.
Reaching Miranda’s house, she showed her the guest room and where the bathroom was. The house was big and nice, and it smelled like Miranda. Everywhere was a touch of her: animal prints, red, a pair of reading glasses lying around here and there.
"Want to join me for a glass of wine once you’re settled in?"
Miranda leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest.
"Sure thing, Mirands. Let me just splash some water in that wrinkly face, and I’ll be right with you."
Shaking her head and chuckling at Michelle’s silliness, Miranda left. Michelle did as she’d announced and then gave her husband a quick call.
"And? Was it good to see her again?" Jack asked like it was nothing, and Michelle was grateful that he was her most trusted confidant and her partner in crime.
"Yeah, I’ve missed her terribly."
"I saw your video. Lucky you, ay?"
Michelle laughed, a grunt slipping out. "Yes, I suppose."
"You know I don’t mind. If you want to kiss the woman, do it!" Realising he sounded a bit too eager, he explained. "I love you. And I love how happy she makes you."
"I love you too, Jack." Michelle pressed the phone to her cheek. "You’re my guy; you know that."
"Well, then I won’t keep you any longer," Jack announced. "Go spend some time with your wife in another life."
"Goodnight."
"Bye."
Michelle rubbed her eyes and sat for a moment. The jet lag was really kicking in, and she surely couldn’t handle much wine tonight.
Downstairs, the living room was lit with cosy orange light coming from decorative lamps and a fake plant with little fairy lights. White blankets were splayed on the leather sofa, which had the same cream colour as the interior of the car. Miranda was just this type of person—a cream-coloured, wonky-glasses, suburban soccer mum—at least on the outside. What Michelle had gotten to know during their time on set together was the intelligent, quirky, dreamy side of her. It made Miranda complete, and Michelle fall even deeper.
Miranda was sitting in the middle of the sofa, in front of two filled glasses and a bottle of wine, watching the fire crackle. She seemed deep in thought, so Michelle approached her cautiously. Yet Miranda was startled when Michelle’s fingers brushed through her soft auburn hair.
"I can smell the strawberry in my room. What kind of shampoo is that?"
They giggled, and Miranda looked over her shoulder as she quipped, "Australian." She gave a wink as she handed Michelle a glass, and they clinked them.
"To the Madam Spellman reunion."
"To Madam Spellman."
The wine was good, and it almost instantly calmed her down.
"You know what? I’m dying to see what reactions our little video has caused. Wanna have a look together?" Miranda proposed, quirking an eyebrow.
"Oh yes! I almost forgot about that!" Michelle gulped some more wine down as if in a sudden hurry. "They’ll be losing their minds!"
Laughing, they settled into the soft cushions, pulling their legs up and bringing their wine glasses with them. In order to look at Miranda’s phone, they had to scoot closer together, and Michelle felt a familiar tingle in her belly.
With each breath she took, she inhaled Miranda’s scent deeply and savoured it. What she would give to twirl one of her curls around her finger.
Miranda navigated to the comment section with her manicured finger and started to read out loud.
"Happy Pride to us!"
"Cheers to that!" Michelle raised her glass and took a sip; Miranda did the same.
"Our mothers are back together."
"Look at our children. Aren’t they cute?" Michelle snickered, starting to feel the effects of the wine. It made her drowsy and she rested her head on Miranda’s shoulder, who in turn put her head on top of Michelle’s.
"Yay! I’m no longer a child of divorce."
"Were we divorced?" Michelle questioned, pretending to be serious, but Miranda could only grin, which Michelle felt on the crown of her head.
"I could never divorce you."
Touched by that, Michelle wrapped her arms around Miranda, who then put her phone down to do the same. Michelle gazed into the flames and soaked up Miranda’s hug, swearing to herself to never let this much time pass again without seeing her.
"You have no idea how much you mean to me," Miranda murmured after a while, muffled by Michelle’s hair.
"No, I don’t." Lifting her head, Michelle looked into Miranda’s glazed eyes. "Can you show me?"
Biting her lip briefly, Miranda took Michelle’s face in both hands and pulled her closer. Her eyes flitted between hers, then to her lips, and back up before they closed to kiss Michelle. It was definite this time; she meant it.
Her lips enveloped Michelle’s and wouldn’t let them go again. Miranda pulled and tugged, released them, and caught them again until Michelle put her hand to the nape of Miranda’s neck and swiped her tongue along her bottom lip.
Miranda’s hands let go of Michelle’s face and slid down her body to press her torso against her front. As her lips parted to let Michelle in, a faint moan slipped out, and her nails dug into Michelle’s back.
Brushing hair out of Miranda’s face, Michelle cupped her cheek for a moment. This couldn’t be real; it must be a fever dream or the wine.
"What are you doing?" she asked, tearing up. She didn’t want Miranda to make a mistake.
Putting the wine glasses on the table, Miranda took Michelle’s hands and squeezed them. "What I’ve wanted to do for 5 years."
"Really?"
"Really." Miranda lowered herself onto her back and pulled Michelle with her. Her curls splayed around her head like a halo, the greys like silver shooting stars in the red and orange sky of dawn.
Letting herself be guided by Miranda, Michelle sank on top of her and kissed her again, sneaking her tongue deep into her mouth. Sensing she was still apprehensive, Miranda took her hand and drew it over her hip and up her side until Michelle was confident enough to roam by herself. She’d dreamed of Miranda’s curves so many times—her bottom, oh god, her ass.
How could a woman possibly be this soft?
Miranda’s hands tangled in Michelle’s tousled hair and pushed her face gently away, so Michelle ended up kissing a path down Miranda’s neck. She wasn’t in a hurry, though, and took her time licking along the fine wrinkles there. They made her weak every time Miranda stretched out her neck. Reaching her bosom, Michelle put her mouth there and felt Miranda’s heart thundering underneath as her jeans-clad hips pushed up into her.
Breathless, Michelle pulled away. Miranda propped herself up, knowing this was the time to get rid of some excess clothing.
"Last chance, Miranda. Are you sure?"
Michelle was terrified of breaking the glass their friendship had turned into. She’d rather live a life longing to touch Miranda than lose her forever.
Miranda, removing the glasses from the top of her head first, nodded. "We made it… Haven’t we?"
"Oh, Miranda…" Michelle sighed.
Pulling her shirt over her head, Michelle was now in a sports bra and jeans in front of Miranda. If she’d known, she’d have worn lingerie—it left her somewhat embarrassed knowing that Miranda would surely sport some fancy lace.
She couldn’t have been more wrong. When Miranda took off her leopard-print scarf and opened her blouse, there was no bra in sight. Instead, Michelle was graced with her small, full breasts and hardened rose nipples.
Losing all self-control, Michelle put her face back between Miranda’s breasts and turned to feel them against her cheeks while Miranda all but pressed herself into her, hands on the back of her head as she gasped loudly.
Falling on her back again, Miranda put her hands on Michelle’s toned, small waist and rubbed her thumb against her stomach. It was hard as well, except for the loose skin from her pregnancy, which made Miranda groan as soon as she felt it. Sliding her hands to Michelle’s behind, she grabbed it hard, making the woman push out a breath against the top of her right breast.
With nimble fingers, Miranda opened Michelle’s jeans and pushed them down with the help of Michelle, who then took them off, making quick work of Miranda’s as well. Miranda’s underwear was as white as the blanket she was lying on, with the difference that there was an obvious wet spot on her crotch.
Jumping right back on top of her, Michelle rid herself of the sports bra too and bared herself to Miranda, straddling her with a heaving chest. As she looked down on her, she confessed, "When I saw your perky butt in Wellmania, I wanted nothing more than to eat it."
"Michelle!"
"What?!"
Miranda laughed, shaking her head. "You’re impossible!"
"Why? Has Peter never done that before?"
"No!" Miranda grazed her nails over Michelle’s bare thighs straddling her stomach.
"Well then I’m going to…" Michelle shrugged. "If you want, of course."
"Oh, come on!" Miranda groaned. "Kiss me, you fool."
She pulled her down by her neck and claimed her already bruised lips again. Michelle wasn’t staying for long, though, and proceeded to kiss a path down the middle of Miranda’s body, groaning when she reached her tummy. She nibbled at it, letting out moan after moan and planting kiss after kiss all around and over it.
Sensing Miranda getting impatient, she stroked her milk-white thighs, brushing her knuckles along the insides, thereby making them shudder as Miranda writhed—Michelle wanted to burn this image into her retina. She never needed to see again if she could keep this treasured. What a woman. What a fucking woman.
Miranda started to whine, and Michelle moved her knuckles to her crotch, rubbing in circles over the underwear and feeling soft, wet curls underneath. Miranda sighed at the contact and bucked her hips, holding her breasts.
"Michelle. Michelle," she called, and Michelle understood.
Pulling the panties off her legs, Michelle could now smell Miranda’s arousal even more than before. Her auburn-grey bush was inviting her to put her facin, in and she wouldn’t let it be said to her twice.
Using her strong arms to hook Miranda’s thighs over her shoulders and pull her up, she put her face between her legs and moved her nose through her folds, rummaging aimlessly at first before starting to lap at her swollen clit.
Crying out, Miranda held on to the backseat of the sofa and rocked her hips into Michelle’s face, meeting her rhythm. She could feel her biceps under her thighs and her tight grip on their front, and she was thrown into pleasure.
She had no choice but to keep her eyes closed as Michelle tongue-fucked her the way she’d never been before. Michelle let out hungry noises and satisfied grunts as she licked her, enjoying this to no end.
"Good god, Michelle! Where did you—Oh!"
Miranda arched up from the mattress, feeling her climax nearing. Michelle let off quickly. "Do you want me to?"
"Do whatever you want with me!" Miranda whined, eyebrows knitted together.
Turning her over, Michelle grabbed fistfuls of Miranda’s supple ass, kneading it while the woman surrendered to her touch and stretched her arms out in front of her.
Feeling like her desire was overpowering her, Michelle slowed down and resumed to caress lazy circles on her reddened, fucking mind-breaking ass cheeks. Then she caressed lower until she could slide through the slickness and enter Miranda’s pussy with her fingers.
"Gorgeous." She kissed her butt. "Fucking beautiful."
Miranda moaned at the praise as Michelle let her finger glide in and out of her with ease. Her other hand roamed her delicate back, and then she put her face between her ass cheeks and licked her.
Miranda’s cries echoed through the house as Michelle sped up her thrusts and lapped at her with all she had. She wanted to give this woman everything,the best fucking she’d ever had.
Curling her fingers, Miranda screamed her name when she hit the spot, and Michelle put her thumb on her clit to send her into a shivering, crushing orgasm that had Miranda shaking longer than she’d ever seen a woman do.
Wanting all of her, Michelle drew her hands over every spot of her body she could reach, from her ankles to her breasts and shoulders, and kneaded her through the aftershocks.
Once she returned to the here and now, Miranda sat up, her legs across Michelle’s lap, and pulled her into another kiss.
"You’re unbelievable."
Grinning, Michelle said, "I’ve just had years to think about how I’d fuck you.
Noticing the goosebumps on Miranda’s porcelain skin, Michelle picked up one of the blankets and draped it over them both. She leaned back into the cushion and let Miranda rest against her shoulder, rubbing her back.
"We could have it all…" Miranda let out a sigh, staring into space.
"No, my sweet bug," Michelle murmured into her hair, kissing it.
She wondered what had caused Miranda’s change of heart. Admittedly, a little late. Michelle didn’t have much chance to worry when Miranda’s hand went on a journey south and cupped her sex, making her knee jerk up.
"Your sweet bug isn’t done with you yet…" Miranda purred and grazed her teeth along Michelle’s sharp jawline.
"Is that s—uhhh."
Miranda started to rub Michelle’s clit in slow circles, watching her features contort in pleasure and kissing them in the process.
Leaning half over her, Miranda tried to get better leverage for her hand and nibbled on her earlobe at the same time. Miranda visibly enjoyed working her up and used her other hand to twirl her nipples, making Michelle’s stomach flutter.
"You’re nasty, Otto…" Michelle droned, baring her teeth at the redhead.
"Thank you, dear," Miranda replied smugly, and she bent down to take one nipple between her plump lips.
Michelle's head dropped back, and Miranda started to suck until Michelle was a whining mess. Letting go of her, Miranda lifted herself up, and Michelle brought her head back to normal, only for Miranda to rest her forehead against hers as she penetrated her core.
She swallowed Michelle’s moan in a kiss and would only let her breathe the air of her own lungs for as long as they could both hold out. Miranda fucked her as deep as she could without hurting her with her long nails, and she felt every groan vibrate at their joint, sweaty foreheads.
She put her palm on Michelle’s cheek and made her come with three slow but hard pumps, watching the orgasm wash over her. As it did, she ran her fingers through her thick hair and then cradled her head against her chest.
Michelle wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist, who’d come to kneel on the sofa, and they breathed through the bliss together. Then Miranda held her even tighter, their naked skin fusing and melting into one.
"I’ve never felt so loved." Miranda’s voice cracked, and Michelle’s hand snapped up to catch the tear before it had a chance to roll down Miranda’s cheek.
"That can’t be true. Don’t be silly," Michelle said. "Peter loves you more than anything, hm?"
"But I—" Miranda sobbed, "I love you more."
"Oh, my sweet bug…"
Michelle wrapped Miranda up in the blanket and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. She didn’t know how to handle this. This shouldn’t have happened.
Setting Miranda down on the bed, Michelle climbed in too and scooted up to spoon her. She lazily caressed her waist and hip, kissing the nape of her neck and leaving some pecks in her hair to calm her down.
"Did anything happen?"
"I’m… not sure." Miranda buried her face in the pillow to let it soak up the tears. "With Darcey graduating, I just… I want something different."
"Are you trying to say you’re having a midlife crisis?" Michelle teased, making Miranda snort, and Michelle tickled her tummy to make her laugh even more.
"No, seriously!" She pushed a strand of hair aside so she could at least see half of her face as she leaned over her just slightly. "You need to talk to Peter. And you need to tell him about this."
"Are you insane?"
"Yes, but that has nothing to do with it."
Miranda laughed again, and Michelle wanted to pull these sounds from her all weekend. All the things she could do to and with her…
"I’m sure you two will find a way, or a compromise." Michelle tried to think while playing with one of Miranda’s curls. "You know, Jack could talk to him... It works for us. We’re happier than ever."
"Maybe." Miranda didn’t sound convinced, but she’d stopped crying at least, which Michelle took as a win.
She snuggled her even closer and ran her hand over her breasts without intent, just to feel her. Miranda sighed and then started to breathe into her belly, where Michelle’s hand came to rest.
"I love you, sweet bug," Michelle murmured into her neck, leaving a kiss. "Sleep tight."
Barely audible, Miranda muttered something along the lines of "love of my life".
They dozed off to a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms, like it had always meant to be for Zelda and Lilith, and maybe even them. The weekend would be eventful, but with Michelle there, Miranda had no fear, only love.