Title: A Moment to Last My Life Through
Author: Tinnean
Fandom: Laura
Pairing: Laura Hunt/Diane Redfern
Rating: NC-17
Feedback email: Tinneantoo@aol.com
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.
Archive: If I sent it to you, please feel free! Otherwise let me
know.
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
By Tinnean
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 at one time she might have
found quite attractive.
Not now, though. Maybe
not ever again.
He had been assigned the
investigation of her murder.
Only, it wasn't her
murder. She wasn't the one who lay dead on the floor of her foyer. 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 her innocence. Her statement that she had
spent the weekend at her country retreat working in her garden was met 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.
McPherson 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?" His tone was harsh.
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 Wedgewood
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. She frowned at it. It would look much better in her bedroom, but
Waldo had insisted on the sitting room.
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 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, carefully blotting the flushed cheeks.
"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 ran with in her social
life.
"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. A 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 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. 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
delicatedly 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 touch her.
She slid her hands under
the pencil slim skirt and eased it up until it pooled around Laura's thighs.
Diane ran her thumbnail over the crotch of Laura's French silk 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 Laura's 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 couple of
fingers 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 her heated 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 set 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
find a comfortable position, because she was going to be in it for a long time!
Auburn tresses spilled over the satin pillows on Laura's bed. Diane's breathing
grew ragged and tremulous, and she opened herself to the other woman.
Laura settled herself
between Diane's lush thighs, but before she could do more than send a questing
tongue on a brief foray, 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 here 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. With professional grace, she left the room, the
gossamer robe floating about her thighs.
Laura lay back on the
bed, folding her arms under her head, reveling in her nudity. She smiled up at
the ceiling and listened to the rhythmic tapping of the mules across the floor.
She heard Diane open the door.
And then she heard the
gunshot.
~Fin~