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Title: With The Grace Of A Predator
Pairing: Miranda/Cate
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Miranda decides, belatedly, that having Cate kiss her is like being attacked by a graceful lion.
Notes: Many lovely thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladydarkrose for beta-work, and for not going: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" at me. beizy said it should be done, and I did it (decently, hopefully).
Miranda decides, belatedly, that having Cate kiss her is like being attacked by a graceful lion. It has something to do with the way that Cate would shove her up against a wall, hands grasping greedily at her skirt – wrinkling it so that no dry cleaner would be able to fix it properly – and then lean in. Cate would scrape her teeth down Miranda’s neck to the sound of Miranda whimpering out weakly, unable to make her voice stronger.
For a brief moment Miranda is blinded when the overpowering scent of Cate’s perfume takes over, and all she can smell is spices surrounding her. In that one moment, Miranda loses herself in a sea of weak cries, and the hints of pleading in which she allows herself to slip to the level of, ‘oh please, please, anything, oh god, anything if you keep doing that.’
Cate pushes in and bites – nips, a predator at heart, stinging Miranda’s neck with the sharp little nibble of something that could have been much more – and one arm moves around Miranda’s back to steady her when the bite causes Miranda’s knees to slip and weaken.
The hand is soft, smooth, and comforting.
It is all those things until Cate digs her nails into the skin just above the small of Miranda’s back. Miranda gives the beginnings of a wail when Cate drags her nails up her spine, and then down over her ass, grazing just enough to make the hair on Miranda’s arm stand on end.
Miranda writhes a little, and bites down on her lower lip, wondering if she should say anything – perhaps wondering if she should ask permission to scream.
“C…Cate…can I…?” she manages to say, but falters when Cate’s nails begin to run along her groin. “Um!” she squeaks and she swallows. Cate gets down to her knees, and looks up to give an evil grin. “Please,” Miranda begs breathily. “Can I scream?” she asks in one long exhalation as Cate disappears under the wrinkled folds of her skirt. One of Miranda’s hands shakily makes its way up to her hair and brushes it back, the tips of her fingers ghosting past her skin and pinning the hair behind her ear as she lets out a sequence of sharp, tiny high-pitched barks when Cate begins to rub her fingers over Miranda’s clit quickly and without any mercy.
Miranda feels like she cannot breathe – gasping in and out in an effort to stay alert, stay conscious – and opens her mouth to let a long moan escape. It curls and keeps going for a good time, and doesn’t die for a long while. It morphs into a keening sound when Cate introduces her nails into the equation, giving Miranda the faintest hint of pain with a flick of her nail, followed by the rhythmic rubbing.
The folds of Miranda’s skirt shift again, and Cate looks up at Miranda – eyes glinting and burning with something lethal. Cate’s lips look pink, swollen, and Miranda wants to kiss her more than anything now.
“Scream,” Cate says, her voice husky. She disappears under Miranda’s skirt once again, and the fingers are back. Miranda’s back arches, and she closes her eyes to unleash the scream she has wanted to let escape since Cate first pushed her against the wall. The one hand that Miranda had been using to pin her hair back is now gravitating towards her chest. Miranda edges her hand inside her shirt and cups one of her breasts as the scream dies down. She flicks the tip of her nipple gently – that sharp contrast to the way Cate is claiming her – and begins to grasp greedily at the skin to the same rhythm that Cate is going at her down under.
Miranda thinks she can feel the nub of a bent index finger pushing in, and it’s followed by….
“Oh!” Miranda gasps out, her knees threatening to give out. Cate’s tongue follows the finger, pushing in greedily, and lapping back and forth. Miranda knows now that it won’t be long, and she digs her own nails into her breast, letting out tiny whimpers, cries, gasps, and anything else she can.
Miranda’s whole body thrusts forward as her back arches and that’s when she comes, all the strength leaving her body. When she closes her eyes, there are fireworks appearing on the tips of her eyelids, threatening to send her crashing into oblivion from the sheer ecstasy she feels. A scrambled version of Cate’s name escapes Miranda’s lips – stuttering and broken. Miranda exhales deeply as her muscles relax, and Cate emerges from under the skirt – licking her lips. Miranda presses her back firmly against the wall, digging her fingernails into her arm – just to make sure that she hadn’t slipped into a rabbit hole along the way – and tilts her head back to expose her neck. Cate begins to nibble there lightly – the perfect complimentary mint to dinner.
Cate bites, Miranda yelps, and there will be a mark by morning.
Just as Miranda’s hand reaches towards her neck out of impulse, Cate has already backed away. She winks, and disappears around the corner, leaving Miranda with a dazed smile on her face and marks on her body to prove that the encounter hadn’t just been a trick of Miranda’s imagination.
fin
Pairing: Miranda/Cate
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Miranda decides, belatedly, that having Cate kiss her is like being attacked by a graceful lion.
Notes: Many lovely thanks to
ladydarkrose for beta-work, and for not going: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" at me. beizy said it should be done, and I did it (decently, hopefully).Miranda decides, belatedly, that having Cate kiss her is like being attacked by a graceful lion. It has something to do with the way that Cate would shove her up against a wall, hands grasping greedily at her skirt – wrinkling it so that no dry cleaner would be able to fix it properly – and then lean in. Cate would scrape her teeth down Miranda’s neck to the sound of Miranda whimpering out weakly, unable to make her voice stronger.
For a brief moment Miranda is blinded when the overpowering scent of Cate’s perfume takes over, and all she can smell is spices surrounding her. In that one moment, Miranda loses herself in a sea of weak cries, and the hints of pleading in which she allows herself to slip to the level of, ‘oh please, please, anything, oh god, anything if you keep doing that.’
Cate pushes in and bites – nips, a predator at heart, stinging Miranda’s neck with the sharp little nibble of something that could have been much more – and one arm moves around Miranda’s back to steady her when the bite causes Miranda’s knees to slip and weaken.
The hand is soft, smooth, and comforting.
It is all those things until Cate digs her nails into the skin just above the small of Miranda’s back. Miranda gives the beginnings of a wail when Cate drags her nails up her spine, and then down over her ass, grazing just enough to make the hair on Miranda’s arm stand on end.
Miranda writhes a little, and bites down on her lower lip, wondering if she should say anything – perhaps wondering if she should ask permission to scream.
“C…Cate…can I…?” she manages to say, but falters when Cate’s nails begin to run along her groin. “Um!” she squeaks and she swallows. Cate gets down to her knees, and looks up to give an evil grin. “Please,” Miranda begs breathily. “Can I scream?” she asks in one long exhalation as Cate disappears under the wrinkled folds of her skirt. One of Miranda’s hands shakily makes its way up to her hair and brushes it back, the tips of her fingers ghosting past her skin and pinning the hair behind her ear as she lets out a sequence of sharp, tiny high-pitched barks when Cate begins to rub her fingers over Miranda’s clit quickly and without any mercy.
Miranda feels like she cannot breathe – gasping in and out in an effort to stay alert, stay conscious – and opens her mouth to let a long moan escape. It curls and keeps going for a good time, and doesn’t die for a long while. It morphs into a keening sound when Cate introduces her nails into the equation, giving Miranda the faintest hint of pain with a flick of her nail, followed by the rhythmic rubbing.
The folds of Miranda’s skirt shift again, and Cate looks up at Miranda – eyes glinting and burning with something lethal. Cate’s lips look pink, swollen, and Miranda wants to kiss her more than anything now.
“Scream,” Cate says, her voice husky. She disappears under Miranda’s skirt once again, and the fingers are back. Miranda’s back arches, and she closes her eyes to unleash the scream she has wanted to let escape since Cate first pushed her against the wall. The one hand that Miranda had been using to pin her hair back is now gravitating towards her chest. Miranda edges her hand inside her shirt and cups one of her breasts as the scream dies down. She flicks the tip of her nipple gently – that sharp contrast to the way Cate is claiming her – and begins to grasp greedily at the skin to the same rhythm that Cate is going at her down under.
Miranda thinks she can feel the nub of a bent index finger pushing in, and it’s followed by….
“Oh!” Miranda gasps out, her knees threatening to give out. Cate’s tongue follows the finger, pushing in greedily, and lapping back and forth. Miranda knows now that it won’t be long, and she digs her own nails into her breast, letting out tiny whimpers, cries, gasps, and anything else she can.
Miranda’s whole body thrusts forward as her back arches and that’s when she comes, all the strength leaving her body. When she closes her eyes, there are fireworks appearing on the tips of her eyelids, threatening to send her crashing into oblivion from the sheer ecstasy she feels. A scrambled version of Cate’s name escapes Miranda’s lips – stuttering and broken. Miranda exhales deeply as her muscles relax, and Cate emerges from under the skirt – licking her lips. Miranda presses her back firmly against the wall, digging her fingernails into her arm – just to make sure that she hadn’t slipped into a rabbit hole along the way – and tilts her head back to expose her neck. Cate begins to nibble there lightly – the perfect complimentary mint to dinner.
Cate bites, Miranda yelps, and there will be a mark by morning.
Just as Miranda’s hand reaches towards her neck out of impulse, Cate has already backed away. She winks, and disappears around the corner, leaving Miranda with a dazed smile on her face and marks on her body to prove that the encounter hadn’t just been a trick of Miranda’s imagination.
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Thank you for reading!
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lovely lovely.
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