Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Intimacy took being vulnerable, having one without the other was impossible, the slightest attempt to hide your desires skewed it and so being intimate was no easy matter. For some it could be of course, for those who could handle whatever hurt came their way and easily shed it off. For people like Miranda who had a weak constitution for heartbreak and kept themselves guarded it was a much different stop, intimacy was a rarity. A few times in her life Miranda had managed to ignore the warnings and go with her heart, push down the wall and let someone in, and each time she had been further crushed, further jaded. The fact that she was doing so in front of Meghan was all the more difficult for her and no doubt someone who had read her as easily as Meghan could had already figured that out. No doubt Meghan was aware of her issues with opening up to others, not a hard conclusion considering her life, attitude, and recent actions. Miranda's nerves were flaring up, she didn't know how to handle herself as she awaited what her mind kept telling her would be the eventual rejection, her hands quivering slightly, her nervousness subtle but noticeable. Yet nervous wasn't always a bad thing, in some cases it was more anticipation and hope in its own way, not a depressing vortex of self-loathing. In her current state of nervousness Miranda was hopeful, as much as he mind tried to dissuade her that a positive outcome was even possible her heart was pushing a different truth. Miranda, a name and most of the time simply a way that got her attention but when it was uttered from Meghan's lips it became something different. She found herself quivering in delight and her hands grabbed tighter, hugging Meghan to her, keeping the woman close and continuing to kiss at her supple flesh. When he hand was moved by the lovely woman it all became different though as it was not the movement to signal stopping but a movement that hinted towards what was to come, a movement that brought her closer to a most lovely place. It was sexual but the intimacy was there. It brought a smile to Miranda's face and she found herself turned on more than ever, though more than anything just holding Meghan was all Miranda really wanted, though there was more she would love to have even if holding her was completely satisfying. The insecurity only brought a brighter smile to Miranda's face, it was adorable and she felt relieved that she wasn't the only one nervous, it also relieved some of her worries. There would be no insecurity or hesitation if Meghan wanted nothing to do with her and there was just enough to where Miranda felt it was going to be more than a simple one-time fling where she would get a cold shoulder the next day. Of course she could have been wrong, seeing what she wanted to see, but for the moment she didn't give a damn, especially when Meghan turned in her arms. When Meghan's lips met hers it was almost magical. It wasn't a terribly skilled kiss, that cute little nose was flattening against Miranda's cheek, but there was raw intimacy and Meghan was cute, enough to make it more satisfying than even the most skillful kiss. What came next was more of that proof Miranda liked to see, that hesitance that was contradicted by Meghan's actions. Then they all came crashing down, she didn't even finish trying to use being a doctor as a shield, she gave in to the same feeling that was driving Miranda, a curious desire to attempt something that felt bound to be special. For Miranda it felt like just what she needed, someone to care for and to be cared for by. The word please was the pinnacle. It said enough to get what Meghan wanted across without having her actual admit it aloud, but Miranda didn't expect her to and she simply smiled, a mixture of her seductive arrogant smile and something just as genuine but in a softer way. It was that hint of the soft girl behind the confident woman she usually appeared to be. The magic word... Just don't regret it, you've made your choice Meghan. There was still that tiny bit of desperation as if she was asking Meghan not to hurt her but it had a more literal point to it, that there was going to be no turning back, that she had serious feelings and was going to explore them. So her hand reached up and brushed the lovely cheek, leaning in and kissing her in a passionate manner. When she pulled back she took a moment, a took a breath and then smiled. Yet this smile transitioned, it was that sweet genuine at the start but it began to slowly change and she pushed Meghan back against the desk at the same time, sitting Meghan up on top of her desk while kissing her. There was no roughness, no force or anger, she hadn't decided to ignore the feelings she was displaying but she knew what she wanted. Meghan... Tell me something... She began kissing down Meghan's neck, moving down to her collar and at that time beginning to remove the doctor's clothing as she began to leave a kiss mark on Meghan's lower neck, where most shirts could cover it. She paused, speaking again after forming a small little kiss mark, You seemed to see through me from the beginning... And yet you've come this far... She paused again, her hands exploring the surface of Meghan's clothing, the gorgeous tits and incredible body underneath a mystery Miranda yearned to explore. Yet her eyes locked with Meghan's eyes every time she pulled back, not a single time did she stare at her chest or body, even if it was a very desirable location for viewing pleasure. So I'm assuming you know what kind of woman I am, what you've just gotten yourself into... It's too late to turn back but... She couldn't finish, she wanted to ask Meghan not to hurt her but she couldn't, it was too pathetic and she felt a bit emotional, a struggle between the lust she felt and the need for an intimate connection where she was the center of attention, one of the things she needed badly. Miranda, while being able to manage her own company and life, needed someone to be intimate with, where she could be the woman she was, the difficult selfish woman and still be love and happy. So as she unclasped the lower segment of clothing she looked into Meghan's eyes, a look that spoke towards everything she was feeling. After the moments of vulnerability Miranda turned her head for a moment, blushing with a look of something similar to shame on her face, a cute little blush of embarrassment as she bit her lower lip. That strength that had her looking into Meghan's eyes failed her for a moment but after she looked back up she leaned in and kissed Meghan, a powerful kiss that was basically just taking what she had just been trying to get across in a more elegant way. Then she leaned back, pulling Meghan from her seated position on the desk and turning her around, bending her over the desk moments later. Once again it was guided however, not forceful, even if part of her wanted to go rough and hard from the first encounter. The other side of her, the more loving side, had other plans however and without removing an article of clothing Miranda made it where she could get her hands down inside Meghan's pants, going down, slipping beneath her pants and very gently beginning to tease her. The other hand slid up beneath more pesky clothing and pulled Meghan close, the delicate hand brushing along the lovely skin and up towards the impeccable breasts that had most certainly had her attention. Yet this was no powerful or forceful scene, Miranda was being gentle, teasing, kissing at Meghan's neck and ears as her hands began teasing and taunting. Miranda was leaned over her focus, the gorgeous woman she had in her arms, and Miranda was bent over her, the body heat from Miranda, the frantic heartbeat. Then came a small whisper in Meghan's ear, that seductive quality to it as she kept her body pressed up against Meghan's, a little, You're so beautiful escaping her lips as her hands just explored the beauty in front of her, in no rush as her fingers continued to tease.