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“Is that a compliment, Ms. Priestly?” Tori grinned, then frowned, then her eyes widened and her mouth parted in fear once the realization of what she’d said hit her.

Miranda swallowed hard, her gaze never leaving Tori’s face. She wanted to feel insulted by that comment. She wanted to scowl and give a snide response worthy of the name, but when she thought about it, Tori wasn’t too far off.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Tori looked horrified, and unfortunately, she raised her hands to her face to cover her mouth, which meant that delicate pattern on Miranda’s thigh had stopped.

“You’re adorable, even when you’re a smart ass.” Miranda took Tori’s hand firmly in her own and brought it right back to her thigh, albeit a little closer to the place where she wanted Tori to feel her.

“Oh really?” Tori leaned closer, her cheeks still red from her stunning moment of embarrassment.

Miranda held the tension between them, waiting to see what Tori was going to do next. They had set up their next get together for the entire purpose of sex, And it was about time they got to the reason Tori had shown up. Miranda dropped her gaze to Tori’s mouth, hoping that would push her to do what they both so desperately wanted. Tori moved in slowly, brushing her lips across Miranda’s in a soft, gentle kiss.

“Yes.” Miranda breathed out, leaning in when Tori tried to pull away. She had waited too long since Tori’s arrival for that. She wasn’t going to let it go.

“Thank you.” Tori’s breath tickled Miranda’s lips.

“Thank you?” She asked, not moving away but needing to understand.

“For telling me what was upsetting you. For letting me know what’s going on in your life.”

Miranda’s stomach did something funny, and there was a fluttering in her chest. She had nothing else to say, so she leaned in, lips meeting lips as hands slipped closer, running gently under clothes and brushing skin.

“Can we take this to your bedroom?” Tori asked.

Miranda didn’t answer. She wasn’t entirely sure she could. Instead she stood up and, hand entwined again with Tori’s, led her to the guest bedroom. Tori would probably assume it was hers anyway, but she hadn’t had a chance to train Rebel to sleep completely by herself yet.

Words felt unnecessary as they stood at the foot of the bed, kissing and undressing each other slowly, taking time to caress breasts and skin.

“I…” Tori began but stopped herself almost instantly.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Miranda said, finally ridding Tori of her underwear and kneeling in front of her. She ran her fingers up the inside of her thighs.

“Oh, me too.” Tori’s words were breathy.

Miranda pressed her smile against the inside of Tori’s thigh, just above her knee, right where Tori’s finger had made that irresistible pattern on her. Tori’s hand found Miranda’s head and wove her fingers through her hair as Miranda kissed her way up Tori’s thigh, closer to the glistening dark curls that beckoned her. With a chuckle, she finally moved her mouth far enough up to where Tori’s legs met and took in a deep breath of the pure scent that was Tori, the scent she had fantasized about for days now.

She flicked her tongue out and tasted, humming in elation. This had been exactly what she’d needed: Tori in her arms, face planted between Tori’s legs. This would relax her more than the damn bath she wasn’t going to get. Miranda tightened her grip around the backs of Tori’s thighs, holding on for dear life.

Tori’s legs shook, and her grip on Miranda’s hair tightened, encouraging Miranda to suck harder on her clit while her tongue flicked out in irregular intervals, making Tori gasp and moan. Miranda wasn’t going to stop. She never wanted to. She needed Tori to come apart against her, vulnerable in her sexual haze in the same way Miranda had just been moments before. They would be even in vulnerability then. Whether it was a weakness or not, she would catch Tori if she fell. But almost more importantly than that, Miranda trusted that Tori would catch her.

“Oh, fuck. Miranda.” Tori panted as her legs shook harder, and her grip in Miranda’s hair tightened so much it hurt.

“Come for me,” Miranda demanded between licks, her cheeks slick with Tori’s juices. She dove back in, only brief seconds between licks when she spoke. She dug her nails into the backs of Tori’s thighs, not letting go.

“Yes,” Tori screamed, then collapsed forward cradling Miranda’s head to her stomach.

Miranda was enveloped in warmth and the beautiful scent of Tori’s orgasm. Lapping her up, Miranda didn’t stop. She slowed, dragging out as much pleasure as she could for Tori, wanting to give her everything she possibly could tonight. She could so easily fall asleep every night wrapped in these arms and surrounded by Tori.

She stiffened.

Tori’s arms loosened a little around her, and Miranda was able to back up to look Tori fully in the face. She pulled herself together, putting on her Miranda Priestly mask so Tori wouldn’t know what she was thinking. Tori couldn’t find out.

“Are you okay?” Tori laughed.

Miranda focused on the pulse of her clit.

“I need you,” she said, hoping the roughness of her voice could be mistaken solely for arousal, because that’s all this was. Her mind was confusing the chemicals of sex for something else. Miranda shuddered.

“Good.” Tori helped Miranda to her feet and kissed her, moaning into Miranda’s mouth. Tori’s sound and taste pushed away all other thoughts. “Now lie on your stomach.”