Miranda Lawson is the prodigal daughter (nobodysperfect) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-16 02:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, isabela, miranda lawson |
Who: Isabela and Miranda
What: They've both been hit by "Cupid's" arrow. Romance ensues.
When: During the Valentine's Day plot
Where: Miranda's apartment
Warnings: Nothing but cuteness and mushiness here
Miranda had invited Isabela over. She couldn’t quite explain the whole butterflies in her stomach and fuzzy warm feelings that she got when she thought of her lately. If Miranda didn’t know better, she’d think she’d gone and fallen in love. But Miranda hadn’t known Isabela all that long, how could she feel this way so soon? Yet she’d still taken pains to make certain her make-up looked flawless, along with her hair, and she was wearing a button up blouse with enough buttons left undone to give a hint at her cleavage. She was also wearing very nice jeans that hugged her butt in all the right ways.
It was not lost on Miranda that she’d found herself having these sorts of feelings for a woman. Though she tried not to think about that too much. Instead, she just needed to see Isabela. Her apartment was small, only a one bedroom, so cleaning it for company hadn’t been difficult. Miranda wasn’t messy by any stretch of the imagination, but she still wanted to make a good impression.
Warm fuzzies and butterflies and feeling just slightly dizzy or just this side of nauseous were all feelings that Isabela had felt only one time before, though she had never admitted that to anyone. Mainly because it happened in a dream, and Isabela rarely ever spoke of them. Only because of them, and because of Hawke, did she understand that she'd fallen in love with Miranda. She had no idea when, or how, or why, but she knew it down to her toes. She was doomed. Miranda was perfect and strong, exactly like an exquisitely cut diamond, and Isabela wanted nothing so much than to hold onto her forever, if she was allowed.
Because the evening was so special, she'd also taken great pains with her own appearance. Her own makeup was perfectly applied, and she'd opted for her favorite dress - a white one that hugged her curves, with a halter top decorated all in golden spangles. Golden bangles and earrings completed the set, and she showed up at Miranda's door feeling confident that she looked fabulous. If only that calmed down the butterflies in her stomach at all. She'd brought a good vintage of wine with her from yer yacht, and held it up as Miranda opened the door.
Isabela nearly forgot to breathe upon the sight of her. "I love you. Balls. No, I didn't mean to blurt that. I brought some amazing wine, pretend that's what I said. Can we shut the door and have a do over?"
Upon seeing Isabela, Miranda found herself breathless. The white of the dress paired with gold accents played very well off of Isabela’s coloring. She found her beautiful, and was also inwardly attempting to reconcile the fact she was, clearly, attracted to women. Or maybe it was just Isabela. But either way, there were feelings and she couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered around in her stomach upon seeing her.
“I love you, too. I don’t mind blurting. I’m actually pretty new at this. Where women are concerned, I mean.” Miranda had dated only men before. She had no experience with women, which she was suddenly feeling very self-conscious of. “Please, come in, come in!” Miranda stepped aside so that Isabela could step inside the apartment.
There were probably women out there that would have turned Miranda away, in all her newness to dating women, and other women that would have prized the fact that they got to be the first. Bela might have fallen into the second column, herself, during some other week. Today, she just felt proud that Miranda was comfortable enough to admit it. "It's alright, petal, we were all new at this at one point or another. It's not a thing everyone gets a chance to figure out," She said, as she stepped through the door. Concentrating on that made it a lot easier for her to force her feet into motion instead of standing still in Miranda's doorway like an idiot.
"In some ways I rather feel as if this territory is... you know, all new to me, too, still. It's different, you know. You're different. It's... a lot more serious, and I like it, and that's strange, but I'm not complaining. And I feel like I've lost my footing completely. If I trip all over myself, promise not to laugh?"
Miranda was rather grateful that Isabela didn’t turn her away just because she’d never been with a woman before in any sense beyond friendship. Though Miranda did have very few friends, but that was because she didn’t trust people easily. She tended to keep to herself because she never knew where her father’s spies were. But right now, she trusted Isabela and she was comfortable around her. She closed the door after Isabela came in, and she smiled at her.
“Can’t promise not to laugh, but I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Her smile widened further. “Though at least we are on an even playing field, so to speak. New territory for both of us.” Miranda may have gazed at Isabela a couple seconds more than was necessary, possibly with the proverbial starry-eyed look. Or was it the heart-eyes look? She shook herself out of it after a moment. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the wine glasses and an opener for the wine bottle.” She gestured to the living room that had a rather comfortable-looking couch in it. It was in the modern aesthetic, but still the cozy kind. Miranda went into the kitchen and fetched two wine glasses and the bottle opener before she joined Isabela in the living room.
"Well, we'll laugh together..." Isabela started to reply, though she was soon taken in by Miranda's laugh and smile. For very understandable reasons, those two things were rare treats to witness, and the look she gave Miranda as she walked off into the kitchen was definitely all hearts. "Gods but you're gorgeous when you smile. It isn't as if you aren't gorgeous any other time, but when you smile, it's like... well it's like the bloody sun showing its face after a long rain storm. Have I already mentioned that? I can't recall, but it bears repeating."
She kicked a pair of golden sandals off to the side of the door and sidled into the living room, taking in the decore and nodding her approval of it. Modern and cozy definitely worked for the space, and seemed to fit Miranda well. Bela plunked down on the particularly comfortable looking couch, and curled her feet up. "Just imagine how much more funny we're both going to be after a few glasses of wine."
If one looked hard enough, the might have been a very faint blush on Miranda’s cheeks at Isabela’s compliment. She’d heard plenty of attempts at such flattery before, but mostly it was fumbled because the guy was drunk, or they just didn’t have the way with words that Isabela seemed to. And Miranda felt her heart skip a beat. Maybe even two.
“You are quite the poet,” she said as she set the glasses down on the coffee table before taking the bottle of wine and beginning to open it. “But no, I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before. You look like the goddess of the sea having come into my life on the high tide, and you’ve chosen to stay.” Miranda wrinkled her nose. “God, I’m bad at poetry. It was never my strong suit.” Having opened the bottle, she then poured them each a glass of wine. “Why Isabela, are you suggesting that you get giggly when you get tipsy?” She smirked, a glint in her eyes as she handed a glass to Isabela before she settled on the couch beside her.
"Well I am the Goddess of the Sea, and I've chosen you for certain. Only I'm afraid I'm more in favor of catching you up in my arms and taking you away with me instead of living landside forever. We Sea Goddesses are a bit wild like that," Bela admitted, taking the glass and toasting Miranda with it. "You'd come along, surely?"
Then she let out a chuckle and shook her head, "No, you sweet thing, I don't get giggly when I'm tipsy. I get downright foolish. I make bawdy jokes and do ridiculous things and make a mockery of myself. Only this time I'm inviting you to go ahead and have a laugh, because your laughter might just be the most blessed sound in the world. I don't think I'd mind."
Toasting Isabela in return, Miranda tucked some hair behind her ear. “Of course I’d come along. Sailing the seas, getting lost in the middle of the ocean with you? I can’t think of anything better than that.” It would be an extra level of protection from her father. Her father would undoubtedly shit bricks over her being with a woman.
Even more reason to be with Isabela. Miranda was ever the rebellious prodigal daughter. And Isabela was insanely gorgeous and wonderful.
“Well, with an invitation like that, how could I refuse? I shall then grace you with my laughter.” Miranda’s smile widened at that.
"What can I do that's foolish enough to make you laugh, I wonder?" Isabela mused, after taking another sip of wine. She mused back to some of the things she got up to in the dreams, and inspected the nearby coffee table with her eyes. It didn't look quite sturdy enough for a rousing song and table dance, and Bela absolutely didn't want to break Miranda's nice things.
"I could tell you funny stories about those cursed dreams, perhaps. I know you hate them, but in mine I'm actually the most tasteless perverted pirate on the open seas, I think. I could show you a dance from Rivain and stumble, fall flat on my face. Would you kiss it and make it better if I did?"
It was entirely endearing that Isabela was rather intent on making a fool out of herself to make Miranda laugh. So the brunette simply kept quiet on the fact that there was an easier, less embarrassing way to make her laugh. Miranda may have a couple ticklish spots, but those were well-kept secrets. In fact, her sister was the only person to even know they existed, let alone where they were on Miranda’s body.
“Really, you’re the most tasteless, perverted pirate on the open seas? That must come with quite some tales there. Though I have to say, I’m rather curious to see you dance. And I promise to kiss it better if you fall on your face.” Miranda said with a smile before taking a sip of her wine and eyed Isabela with amusement.
"I am," Isabela replied, with a cheeky smirk. She knocked back another gulp of wine to fortify herself before jumping up to her feet on Miranda's couch. It was safer than the table, and less likely to break. "Isabela, Queen of the Eastern Seas, and the Sharpest Blade in Llomerryn. A Raider, A Captain... though by now in the dreams I've sort of lost my ship. Long story, not interesting. Instead, I'll give you a dance." Entertaining like this used to be something she was forced to do, long ago, in another lifetime. For Miranda, though, she'd have done anything.
She began a dance she'd learned along the streets of any number of Rivaini cities, a sensual, curving dance that involved a great deal of belly work and twirling. It was, of course, something her current form had never had to dance, and even for a fit woman like her it soon left her breathless enough to fall back down onto the couch.
Those were certainly quite a few titles. And Miranda kind of wanted to ask about how Isabela had lost her ship. Saying something wasn’t interesting tended to give the very opposite reaction. Miranda was curious and felt it was actually quite the interesting story. But she would poke about that later. Right now she was more than enthralled by Isabela’s dance.
Even if Isabela wasn’t perfect in the dance’s execution or was otherwise clumsy in her movements, it was all lost on Miranda. She didn’t know what the dance was supposed to look like. She was more just watching the way Isabela’s body moved. And, well, it was hot. She had to gulp her own wine while watching, though when Isabela fell back down on the couch, she laughed.
“That was quite the dramatic landing. But a very hot dance.”
"I like to think that everything I do is hot," Isabela gasped out, a bit breathless from all that exertion. Her skin was shiny with little beads of sweat, and the effect made her sparkle. "Balls, that was hard work. Thirsty work, I think it's wine o'clock. But I hope I made you laugh inside when I fell over, at least a little. I know I was otherwise entertaining."
Isabela winked at Miranda, and reached her hand out for her own glass of wine. It was nearly empty by the time she was done with it, though truthfully her thirst was something that no beverage, no matter how refreshing, would quench. She was still hoping for that kiss, hoping she'd earned it and Miranda's affections. Not that that was really in question. They obviously were head over heels for each other.
“Well, I can’t argue with that. You are incredibly hot, therefore whatever you do is hot.” Which may have gone without saying. Though the fact that Isabela was sparkling a bit with little beads of sweat made her even hotter. Miranda took a breath, then smiled. “Yes, you made me laugh inside, don’t worry.”
God, she was wanting to kiss Isabela, but she was a little nervous to. Why? She didn’t know. She’d kissed people before, though never a woman. She didn’t know if she was nervous because she’d never kissed a woman before, or if it was because she was hopelessly in love with Isabela. This was definitely different than anything she’d experienced before. And yet, Miranda was not a coward and not one to back down. She gazed at Isabela, eyes flicking to her lips.
“But you have accomplished something more than simply making me laugh. You have seduced me, and I want to kiss you.”
The admission made Isabela's eyes arch a little in response, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself as she leaned in a little more closely. "Well... those are important, first kisses are." And Isabela had a mind to make Miranda's as memorable as possible. She softened her tone, and even her expression looked softer as she slid even closer.
When it got to the point where their legs were touching, Bela reached her hand up and caressed it along Miranda's cheek. Miranda was trembling just slightly, and that was to be expected, but Isabela made the effort to try and calm her down.
"It's going to feel like the most natural thing in the world. As easy as breathing." Bela whispered, before wetting her lips and then leaning in to graze them against Miranda's face. It wasn't a direct kiss, not yet, but she'd get there if Miranda didn't go for it herself.
As Isabela moved closer and closer to her, her heart started beating faster and faster. For a moment, Miranda thought she was going to faint. And she wasn’t the fainting type. That would just be highly embarrassing to faint before actually getting her first kiss from a woman. She was definitely a little nervous and trembling slightly.
Miranda leaned into the touch to her cheek. “I like the sound of that,” she breathed, her heart beating a little faster now, especially as she felt Isabela’s lips against her skin. Her eyes closed halfway. Part of her wanted to be patient and wait for Isabela’s lips to come to hers, but the other part just wanted to kiss her already, to feel her lips against her own.
And, well, Miranda took things upon herself and she shifted her head a bit and captured her lips with her own, her eyes closing the rest of the way. She lifted a hand and gently brushed her fingers along Isabela’s cheek as she let herself settle into the kiss.
Isabela had kissed a great many people in her life, in any number of ways. She was well versed and well traveled, such that most of the time she could tell a mile away when someone new to kissing was pressing their lips against hers. But this kiss was amazing, and gave her mind no room to think. It was electricity that rolled down her spine and heat that blazed across her skin and all of her senses were on high alert.
Miranda's lips were soft and tasted like wine, her fingers sent little trails of flame down Isabela's cheek, and all she really wanted to do was continue kissing her. A purr echoed deep in her throat, and she ran a hand up into Miranda's hair, tangling her fingers in it.
Now, Miranda was no stranger to kissing either, though this was the first time she’d kissed a woman. And she had to say, she’d never felt a kiss quite as electric as this one. This kiss was definitely amazing, and Miranda felt like she could just die happy right then and there. The fingers in her hair just added another spark to the fire she felt from this kiss.
Her hand shifted from Isabela’s cheek to the back of her neck. Miranda wanted to just sit here and lose herself in Isabela. In fact, she’d already forgotten about the rest of the world, and this gorgeous pirate queen was all that she cared about. She leaned into the kiss and hoped to rock Isabela’s world just half as much as Isabela was currently rocking hers.
Isabela's world wasn't just being rocked, it was swimming in a sea of emotion and desire and her hands started to wander just slightly. They took a lovely stroll down Miranda's back, up the curves of her sides, and back, worshipping and caressing, and in one case tugging just slightly at the hem of her shirt.
That's when she moved them away and then broke the kiss, resting her forehead against Miranda's face and panting for breath. A little giggle escaped her lips, and then she outright laughed. "OH balls... listen to me, giggling like a child. That was just..."
She trailed off and then nuzzled her face against Miranda's. "It was fucking amazing."
Miranda shivered as she felt Isabela’s hands wander over her. It sent little sparks through her body, and she felt like she was being electrically charged just from the kiss and Isabela touching her. This was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She’d never reacted to a lover like this before, and it was eye-opening and amazing and perhaps a little frightening all at once. But she wasn’t backing down from it.
When Isabela broke the kiss, Miranda had quite the grin on her face and she couldn’t help but to chuckle in response to the giggles. She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face back against Isabela’s as her fingers combed through her hair.
“That was without a doubt the best kiss I’ve ever had,” she responded. Her grin got even wider, which she didn’t think was even possible. Some people might think the Ice Queen would break herself from smiling like that.
"You've got me completely intoxicated, and it definitely isn't the wine. You just... My head is honestly spinning in the most delightful way." And it wasn't empty. Isabela knew exactly what it usually felt like; That lack of emotion was exactly what she always sought from her encounters. At the moment Isabela felt so very filled with emotion that if she wasn’t careful it would breach containment and spill all out of her. She wondered if everyone in love always felt like that. In that moment, she didn’t even mind.
"Your smile is gorgeous, by the way. I don't think I knew you had that many completely perfect teeth."
“If you’re intoxicated, then I think you’ve sent me careening into space. I feel like I’m floating.” Which was certainly odd to her. While she’d had relationships in the past and had some sort of emotional investment in them, none of them had made her feel like this. She hadn’t even known it was possible for people to feel like this. And yet here she was, feeling it with Isabela.
Miranda couldn’t help but to laugh. “Well, thank you for that. I’m glad that my teeth are perfect.”
"Well, it's all of you that's perfect, luv. Any way you slice it." Bela replied. The look she gave Miranda was pure adoration, and the warmth of it made its way into her tone of voice, too. She pulled Miranda onto her lap, and wrapped her arms around her, willing her hands to behave themselves in the process.
"Someday, I'm going to let these hands roam free to worship your entire perfect self, scars and all. You deserve to be worshipped, you goddess you. But tonight, I think I'm quite content to hold you and make my hands behave."
There was a shy little undertone to Miranda’s smile, both from the compliment and from the way Isabela looked at her. No one had looked at her like that before, and she quite liked it. After being pulled onto Isabela’s lap, she slipped her arms around Isabela’s neck.
“Well, I look forward to that someday because I certainly hope you wouldn’t force yourself to behave forever.” She smirked. “Though I have to say, I do like the thought of just holding and being held by you tonight.” Miranda leaned her forehead against Isabela’s.
"Mmmm..." Bela replied, rumbling deep in her throat. "They won't behave forever, kitten, that I can promise you. But just for you, when they do get naughty, it'll be when you're ready. And you can bet on the fact that I'll make sure you never forget it."
"I've got this amazing thing and I'm not about to ruin it." She added, as if she couldn't get the words out of her mouth quickly enough. So many of those confessions had been like that, as if Isabela herself couldn't believe she was saying them, or as if she was as terrified of them as she was happy. Scared of chasing Miranda away, perhaps, or scared of losing something else. "You're valuable to me, Miranda. I love you. And we've got all the time in the world."
Miranda chuckled. “Well, I’m certainly looking forward to you making such a mark on my life. Though I warn you, I have pretty high standards.” Which she did. She never settled for anything but the best, and she felt Isabela was the best.
“Good because I’d be rather upset if you ruined it.” Miranda wasn’t one who opened up in this way to anyone. She could certainly show her softer side to those who had earned her trust, but the extent to which Isabela was seeing it? That was an extremely rare thing. It was frightening, but Miranda never was one who ran away from risks. She threw herself at them. “You’re valuable to me too, Isabela. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Unless it was with Isabela, of course.