Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Miranda wasn't an easy person to like much less love. In all her years she had been the girl that people looked at from afar and admired, that could easily attract another person for a one night stand and who had learned to never expect more. For her feelings were buried and she found herself becoming more and more cynical as time went on. However Meghan excited her, the woman was not only beautiful but she was obviously intelligent, and above all else she gave a damn about Miranda. It was more rare than anything else for someone to enter her life and give a shit, to not only admire and watch from afar but to actually seem to want to get to know her. In Meghan's case it was professional, she wanted to help her, but there was also no doubt of a hint of desire and intrigue beyond what her role as doctor, or even caregiver, would explain. Besides, to the young woman who had so little care of any kind given to her she didn't give a damn why, just the simple fact of having someone who seemed invested in her was enough to have her heart beating quicker and to captivate her attention completely. Her kiss expressed her interest and desires completely, more than words or mere flirting could, a passionate and utterly wanting kiss. There was nothing Miranda wanted more in that moment than Meghan and it was sure to get across after such an action. Nothing was quite as wonderful as the reciprocation though, Meghan's body showing what it wanted, and in that moment she wanted Miranda as well, she wanted the kiss and she made no move to interfere with what was being done to her. In fact when it ended there was a look of bliss on Meghan's face, beautiful doe eyes and quivering lips, the kind of look that basically screamed 'more'. Miranda was almost inclined to give it to her but that wouldn't make her come on any more convincing that Jacquelyn's and she had it in her mind to replace that older hag in Meghan's mind and claim the woman all for herself. Yes, Miranda knew what she wanted and it was right in front of her. Oh my, it seems you enjoyed that quite a bit... I like seeing such a reaction from a kiss... It means your nice and sensitive, lovely. The smirk on Miranda's face didn't go away, even when Meghan began to return to her senses with her meek little 'get out'. In fact it only grew and when she ran over and grabbed the tape Miranda knew she had implanted herself into Meghan's mind, she wouldn't be going anywhere. So she nodded, Alright beautiful I will leave, sessions over anyways. She giggled as she went towards the door only stopping to turn back around as her hand reached the knob, an expression on her face that matched her age, a youthful little pout almost, one which didn't make it obvious whether it was fake or genuine. Just don't be late tomorrow, I would hate to think you weren't a woman of your word... She wanted to say something else, to tell her to not dare meet with Jacquelyn, but she knew she didn't have that pull yet, she didn't mean enough and hadn't done enough to warrant being that possessive even if she wanted nothing more than to have Meghan all to herself. Thus was youth however, a mere kiss and session with someone had Miranda head over heels in her own way, not in love really but she had already come to the conclusion that she had to have Meghan to herself. It wasn't really that odd if one knew the progression of Miranda's life, how she had never had someone she could truly call a friend, how her one love had crushed her, how everyone called her mentally unstable for a single mistake. Then again she was self-aware enough to realize it was mostly her own fault. She had never tried to make friends, believing herself superior to most and it took her a long while to get over it, and she still wasn't entirely capable of hiding her narcissism. Her lover crushed her because she found someone else, someone she had loved more but Miranda hadn't helped by rarely having time to spend with her, the time in her life being the starting year of her company. As for the outburst, for beating the man, well she had never told anyone that she had been intoxicated, that her crime of insanity had been merely one of stupidity, that her anger and stress had compiled with drinking to cause her to do something without even realizing it. Yet it didn't change anything, it didn't change the fact that she had found someone who seemed to want to get to know her in a situation where work couldn't get in the way. That Meghan, whether it be professionally or otherwise, could handle her personality and anger and have a chance to wade through it and see what was beneath. Nobody else had tried to do that. So when she got back to her room and plopped down on her bed there was this new feeling, something tingling in her chest, a smile plastered on Miranda's face. She was truly a gorgeous woman and in her current mood it all seemed to pour forth. So she just laid there for awhile, not having much to do with her day but know that after that night it would all change, she would have mandatory things to do with Meghan, that she was special and that a person who actually gave a damn would be by her side. It had never dawned on her what the kiss may have done, whether Meghan would wish to stay her doctor after that, no she had been so full of confidence that she believed Meghan wouldn't leave and whether she was right or not she would only find out when the time came. For the moment she could only think, think about what exactly her next step was. In her mind it wouldn't terribly hard, Meghan seemed weak to advances and Miranda was more skillful than most. Chances were that after tomorrow she would have her claws nice and deep, especially if she won their little wager, even if Meghan had never technically agreed. It wasn't until a bit later, after much thought and random acts to pass the remaining time in her day, including messing with the tennis racket that had been collecting dust in her closet, that Miranda found herself thinking back on the kiss. It had felt amazing and Meghan reciprocating had been enough to nearly bring a moan from Miranda's soft lips. That thought made her smile but it also had her hand moving south. Miranda had already been preparing to sleep, she was in her usual t-shirt and undergarments, head against a soft pillow underneath silken sheets that teased her skin with their smooth embrace. Her hand slipped beneath the covered with her, moving from her chest down past her smooth stomach, slipping inside the laced panties already moist with desire. Privacy was one perk at the Kingsley Psychiatric Centre, something the type of people who could afford it demanded. If it wasn't the case, if the walls were a bit thinner or if they had cameras watching someone would have seen Miranda pleasuring herself, plunging her fingers inside with thoughts of Meghan teasing her senses. Then, when she was done, Miranda found herself completely satisfied and caught deep in slumber.