Title: A Moment to Last My Life Through
Author: Tinnean
Fandom: Laura
Pairing: Laura Hunt/Diane Redfern
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Not mine, never were, never will be. They belong,
first and foremost to Vera Caspary. And secondly to the fantastic
screenwriters of 20th Century Fox.
Summary: What really happened the night Diane Redfern was
murdered
Series/Sequel: No, but there's a connection with That Sunday,
That Summer
Warning: f/f
Note:
if you read the book or saw the movie, you know what the
story is; if you didn't, then I guess you'll have no clue what's
going on. Read it as PWP. This is my first attempt at f/f. If it
doesn't meet with approval, well, I really don't care, so there!
A Moment to Last My Life Through
Waldo Lydecker, her friend and mentor sat in his usual
chair, never giving a thought to the fact that Laura might have liked it for
herself. He always did what he chose, made the decisions he thought best
for everyone else.
Opposite him sat Mark McPherson, a lean, dark, well-built
detective whom she found quite attractive. He had been assigned the
investigation of her murder.
Only, it wasn’t her murder. She had been away, at
her country retreat. Another woman had opened her apartment door, and had met a
shotgun blast to the face.
Laura could see he was unwilling to accept at face value
that she was totally innocent. He met her statement that she had spent the
weekend working in her garden with disbelief, that she had been unaware of the
state of affairs in her Fifth Avenue apartment because her radio had been broken
with blatant disdain, and demanded to know if her whereabouts could be verified.
Of course they could, she assured him. Of course!
“Why was Diane Redfern in your apartment, Miss Hunt?”
Laura jumped and studied her tightly clenched hands.
Waldo looked on with malicious interest.
****
She couldn’t tell them what happened after she had
let the beautiful model into her apartment. Diane Redfern had fallen apart in
her arms, sobbing hysterically. Her mascara was smudged, but for some reason,
that only made her look lovelier.
Laura stroked her long auburn hair back from her face and
tipped up her pointed little chin. Although as an advertising executive Laura
had more status than the lingerie model, she was drawn to Diane in her despair.
She helped the other woman to the sofa and made sure she was seated comfortably.
”Here, take my handkerchief and dry your eyes. I’ll
make you a cup of tea, and once you’re a little more settled, I’ll fix us
something to eat.”
”You know how to cook?”
Laura had wryly smiled at the model. “Mother always
listened sympathetically to my grandiose plans for a fabulous career, and then
taught me a new recipe!”
She filled two Wedgwood China teacups with Earl Grey and
settled them on the piecrust table that she had purchased at Waldo’s urging.
Laura had never particularly liked the little table, but to please her old
friend, she made sure it was in a place of prominence.
Too often she had acceded to the older man’s wishes,
denying her own taste in clothes and furnishings. And men. But that was at an
end. Waldo’s participation in the destruction of her engagement was the final
straw. Granted, Shelby Carpenter was not the most trustworthy of men, but what
Waldo had done, had been doing since she first met him, was despicable!
”Miss Hunt, you look so sad!” Diane Redfern had said
gently, moving to sit closer to Laura. “Is there anything I can do to help
you?”
Laura marveled at the kindness of the model. “You would
help me, even though you know Shelby will eventually leave you for me?”
Diane nodded, accepting the reality of the world she lived
in. “Men like Shelby will continue to come along, claiming to love me, but
they’ll always return to their wives or their mothers, or whoever holds the
purse strings!”
”You are a realist!” Laura admired the kind of
fortitude it took to get through life the best way one knew how. “Can’t you
find another line of work?”
Diane shook her head and began to cry again. “I had to
quit school before I graduated, and now this is all I know!” She swallowed a
sob. “I know I’m going to lose my looks eventually, and then I’ll have
nothing to fall back on, and sometimes, I get so scared! But I don’t know what
else to do. I really thought Shelby loved me!”
Laura took her handkerchief back and dried the tears.
“I’m so sorry, Diane. If I thought it would do any good, I’d give him to
you. But Shelby is a very expensive pleasure.”
The younger woman raised her absurdly long lashes,
confusion plain in her beautiful violet eyes. Laura shook her head. As worldly
as Diane liked to believe herself, she was just a babe in the woods when up
against the wolves that Laura dealt with on a daily basis.
“I imagine Shelby will find a wealthy older woman to keep
him in the style to which his family let him grow accustomed. Possibly someone
like my Aunt Susan. She’s quite taken with the man.”
Diane worried the lush fullness of her ripe lower lip with
perfect white teeth. An unexpected surge of unexpected desire speared through
the other woman, and she felt herself grow warm and moist. Surreptitiously, she
rubbed her thighs together, and found that only made matters worse.
The model saw the wild flush that swept Laura’s cheeks,
and wondered at it. She did not seem to be the type of woman who shied from a
little plain speaking. “Miss Hunt?” she whispered uncertainly.
“Please, call me Laura.” She had experienced these
forbidden feelings before, but always had felt the need to stifle them. Now it
suddenly occurred to her that it was unnecessary to deny this part of herself.
She put her arm around Diane’s shoulders and drew her
close to her, pressing a kiss to the silken strands of her beautiful auburn
hair.
“Laura?” Excitement was rampant in the violet eyes
gazing so deeply into her own. “Can I…can I kiss you?” She leaned away
from the other woman to better observe her reaction.
“I don’t know,” Laura teased. “*Can* you?”
Diane’s breath caught in her throat, and then the most
magnificent smile lit up her face. Tentatively, she touched Laura’s hair with
trembling fingers, and then brought their mouths into soft contact.
The kiss was warm and dry, and lasted seconds. They
regarded each other carefully. Diane hadn’t much experience with tender
kisses. The men she knew just wanted to get into her panties as quickly as they
could, shoving their tongues into her mouth as they wanted to shove their cocks
into her body. But she knew how she would like to be kissed, and so she
took her courage in both hands and leaned forward to line her mouth up with
Laura’s.
Laura’s lips were soft and moist, and Diane pulled back
in surprise. The other woman smiled into her eyes, and slowly ran her tongue
over her lips again tasting the sweetness of Diane’s lip rouge. Diane caught
her breath sharply, and then pulled Laura into her embrace. She would not use
her tongue, not yet, not until she had Laura writhing in her arms, desperate to
get closer, her moans filling the younger woman’s mouth.
But Laura grew too impatient to humor the lovely model any
longer. She took control of the kiss, sliding her tongue past the ridges of
Diane’s straight, white teeth. She licked delicately at her tongue before
withdrawing back into her own mouth. Diane whimpered needily and thrust her
tongue after the lure of Laura’s.
The kiss escalated in heat and passion.
Then Laura took Diane’s hand and pressed it to the notch
of her thighs. She was so …*hot*! She needed to be touched.
Diane encouraged her to spread her legs further apart to
accommodate her questing fingers. The beautiful model marveled that someone as
sophisticated as Miss Hunt…as Laura, would allow a little nobody such as
herself to pleasure her.
She slid her hand under the calf-length skirt and eased it up until it pooled around Laura’s thighs. Diane ran her thumbnail over the crotch of Laura’s panties, which were fast becoming moist with her desire. The model smiled and edged a finger under the material.
Laura jolted as the unfamiliar touch drove her excitement
higher. She had always known there was more to the act of making love than what
her numerous fiances allowed her, and now, here was the woman who had tried to
steal one of them, giving her such pleasure she thought she might die from it.
“Oh, God! Diane, I need to feel more!”
Carefully, the model pressed a red-tipped nail against the
spot, pleased with the moans she was drawing forth from the other woman. She
licked her throat and settled her lips to suckle the elegant curve. “Do you
like this, Laura?”
Laura wriggled uncomfortably, wanting, needing more
contact. “Please, Diane!”
She inserted a finger into Laura’s hot passageway,
continuing to stroke the little knot of nerves concealed by her amber curls.
Laura pushed against them, clearly wanting more.
Diane was delighted. She looked around and spotted a
scissor on Laura’s writing desk. Laura moaned a protest when Diane removed her
hand, but the other woman smiled at her reassuringly. “I’ll take care of you
Laura. Let me, won’t you? Just stay like that, and I’ll make you feel so
good, I promise!”
She was thrilled that the sophisticated woman trusted her
enough to follow her directions. Laura kept her legs spread, and watched with
fevered eyes as Diane went to get the scissors.
Laura’s breath caught as the model brought the sharp
implement close to sensitive flesh. Diane eased the metal between Laura’s
thighs, and Laura shivered as the cool steel touched her. There was a hushed
snip, and then a rush of air bathed her as the material of her panties was
severed.
Diane placed the scissors carefully aside, and then placed
her hands on Laura’s knees, pushing them apart so she could better see the
flushed swollen lips of the other woman’s femininity. She dipped her head and
licked delicately at the moisture that was gathering there.
But her goal was the little nub hidden in the folds. Her
tongue curled around it and tugged lightly. Laura stiffened and began panting.
She thrust herself at the mouth that alternated between licks and nips. And when
Diane finally bit down gently, and thrust two fingers into Laura’s clinging
passage, the other woman gave a keening cry and began to convulse.
Diane sat back on her heels, smiling proudly into the other
woman’s sated eyes. “You liked what I did to you?”
Laura raised her head and smiled back sleepily. “Yes, I
did, Diane. Thank you. That was marvelous.”
The other woman looked sad. “You have to leave now,
don’t you? I’d better go.”
“Stay, Diane. I …don’t need to be anywhere
immediately. Spend the night with me. Tomorrow, we’ll go to my country place.
But tonight, I want you in my bed!”
The model was thrilled by the offer. She leaned up and
kissed Laura, a hot, openmouthed kiss, far different from the first one they had
shared.
Laura tasted herself on the other woman’s tongue, and
shuddered in rising excitement. “I want to do this again, in my bed!”
She rose gracefully and unhurriedly went about the
apartment, turning off the lights. Then giggling like a schoolgirl, she seized
Diane’s hand and pulled her along behind her into her plush, ultra feminine
bedroom.
Slowly, they undressed each other, taking the time to
fondle nipples that pebbled with passion, to stroke the indent of narrow waists,
to tease the curls at the apex of trembling thighs.
Laura was determined to pleasure the beautiful model this
time, and she insisted Diane lay down and spread her legs wide. Auburn tresses
spilled over the satin pillows on Laura’s bed. Diane’s breathing was ragged
and tremulous.
Before Laura could settle herself between Diane’s lush
thighs, the doorbell rang. Both women froze.
Diane looked at Laura with stricken eyes. “Shelby knows
I’m here!”
Laura made a moue. “Well, we definitely don’t want him horning in on our fun! Put on my peignoir and tell him you can’t see him tonight! God knows he must have done that to you plenty of times!”
Diane’s worried frown eased into a smile so lovely it
took Laura’s breath away. She watched covetously as the leggy model selected
an ivory lace and silk peignoir and slid into a matching pair of mules. They
tapped rhythmically across the floor.
Laura lay back on the bed, folding her arms under her head,
reveling in her nudity. She heard Diane open the door.
And then she heard the gunshot.
~End
