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Miranda did as she was told, thankful Tori was taking control when she was so very close to losing it. The tenuous lines of control were slipping from her grasp so unexpectedly. She’d never been this close before. As uncomfortable as she was with all of that, losing control with Tori felt like a dream come true.

The bed moved as Tori climbed on after her. The first kiss at the base of her spine made Miranda jerk slightly, twitching from surprise. Tori’s warm breath tickled her back as she laughed and kissed her way up Miranda’s body. When a kiss touched the base of Miranda’s neck, Tori’s weight pressed against her side, and Miranda moaned.

Short nails scraped teasingly, following the path of the kisses, up and then back down where they continued beyond the base of her spine. She groaned as Tori kneaded her ass cheeks, first one and then the other. Miranda lifted her hips automatically as she ached for Tori to relieve the throbbing pressure. This was what they were there for, right? Not to make love but to fuck.

Miranda inwardly snorted. Since when had she ever thought there was a difference?

Still, this time felt so different from the last two. The tension between them was gone, eased into a comfort of knowing each other, of being safe together.

Light touches danced down to the top of her right thigh, back up to her buttocks and then down to the left. Miranda groaned louder, lifting her hips higher, almost panting with need. Tori had to take her. Touch her. Anything to give the growing ache between her legs some relief. Even though Miranda instinctively knew that the ache in her heart wouldn’t be eased by anyone other than Tori.

Tori’s laugh caused her to clench more, her hips circling, desperate for a release of the pressure.

“Tori, please.”

“Please?”

“Yes, oh god, please.”

She could have sworn she heard Tori smile, felt the warmth of that beaming grin brush her skin before Tori’s body rested against her back. Tori’s knees tapped Miranda’s thighs, and she opened them obediently. Tori’s kisses grew harder along her shoulder blades, nipping and sucking as finally, finally she slipped a hand between Miranda’s legs and found her ready and waiting.

There was no way for Tori to know just how much she loved being taken this way, how much she loved the feeling of pressure all over her. Miranda groaned as she ground against Tori’s fingers as they slipped inside of her.

“More,” Miranda begged, a near sob of release escaping with the demand.

Tori’s fingers slipped out of her and returned with an extra one.

“Yes, Tori, yes, yes.” Miranda fisted the sheets, giving her a hold as she rocked harder and faster.

“Rub yourself for me.”

“What?” Miranda didn’t stop rocking on Tori’s fingers, but the request made her breath hitch. Her brain was too slow to catch up to the command.

“I want to feel you rubbing your clit while I’m inside you.”

Miranda couldn’t answer, even if she had known what to say. Instead she pried her fist from the sheet and lifted her hips a little higher, which pushed Tori’s fingers even deeper inside of her. Miranda gasped as pleasure pulsed though her. It took her a second, but she rubbed her own clit just as Tori had told her to.

“Yes, just like that.” Tori breathed into her ear and bit gently on her ear lobe.

“Oh God,” Miranda panted. She was so close she might actually shatter into a thousand pieces of glass and all of them would reflect the dazzling light she had always associated with Tori.

“Let go of all that control for me,” Tori cooed, her voice so soft and confident.

And she did. In a scream of ecstasy Miranda came, her body shuddering as she collapsed onto the bed, her knees no longer capable of holding up her hips. Tori’s fingers remained buried inside her, and she clenched and throbbed around them in the aftermath of pleasure.

“Oh fuck.”

“Indeed.” Tori laughed, rolling off Miranda and onto her back.

“Give me a few minutes.” Miranda wasn’t even sure that was her voice. She didn’t sound like herself.

“It’s okay.” Tori smiled that kaleidoscope of colors Miranda had just been shattered into.

“Oh no, it’s definitely not okay. We aren’t even remotely done yet.” Miranda shuffled over and lay half on Tori, one leg thrown over Tori’s and her hand cupping Tori’s breast as though they were made solely for her.

Miranda blinked at her train of thought. What the hell was she thinking? Her hands weren’t made for anyone. What would be next? That she loved Tori and believed in soulmates?

Her heart, which had just begun to slow, beat faster again as neither of these ideas inspired the jeering disgust that usually accompanied it.