MILEY CYRUS

THE SECOND CHANCE

"You hurt me," Stephanie said, her voice trembling. "You really, really hurt me."

"I know," Miley replied, her own voice breaking. "And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make that up to you. Just please… please give me a chance. Give us a chance."

Stephanie closed her eyes. She thought about Suzy, about how safe she had felt with her. She thought about Miley, about how terrifying and exhilarating and utterly consuming her love was.

And then she thought about the way Miley had looked at her, not with pity or confusion, but with raw, desperate love.

She opened her eyes. "Okay

The word hung in the air between them, fragile and trembling like a soap bubble that could burst at any moment. Stephanie had said it before she could stop herself, before her brain could catch up with her heart and remind her of all the reasons this was a terrible idea.

But now it was out there. And Miley's face transformed, the despair melting into something raw and hopeful and achingly vulnerable.

"Okay?" Miley repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "You mean it? You'll give me a chance?"

Stephanie swallowed hard, her throat tight. "I mean it. But Miley, if you hurt me again—"

"I won't," Miley interrupted, stepping closer, her eyes blazing with intensity. "I swear to God, Steph, I will never hurt you again. I would rather die than see that look on your face one more time."

She reached up, her fingers trembling as they cupped Stephanie's cheek. Stephanie leaned into the touch despite herself, her eyes fluttering closed. It felt so good. So right. Like coming home after a long, exhausting journey.

"Can I kiss you?" Miley whispered, her breath warm against Stephanie's lips. "Please? I've been dreaming about it for days. I can't stop thinking about the way you taste, the way you feel against me. I need you, Steph. I need you so badly it hurts."

Stephanie's heart was pounding so hard she was sure Miley could feel it. She nodded, unable to form words, and then Miley's lips were on hers.

The kiss was different from the first time. That had been desperate and frantic, born of loneliness and confusion. This was deliberate, tender, full of unspoken promises. Miley's lips moved slowly against Stephanie's, savoring every second, her tongue tracing the seam of Stephanie's mouth with aching gentleness.

Stephanie melted into her, her hands finding their way to Miley's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Miley's fingers tangled in Stephanie's hair, tugging softly, and Stephanie moaned into her mouth.

"I've missed this so much," Miley breathed against her lips. "I've missed you. Every night I lay in bed and imagined what it would be like to hold you again, to feel your skin against mine. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't do anything but think about you."

Stephanie pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Miley's face. "You really mean that? All of it?"

"I mean every word," Miley said, her voice fierce. "I love you, Stephanie. I'm in love with you. And I'm done being scared. I'm done running away. I want to be with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep in your arms every night. I want to make love to you and hold you and never let you go."

Stephanie's breath caught. "Make love to me?"

Miley's eyes darkened, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Yes. Right now. I want to worship every inch of your body. I want to taste you, to feel you come undone beneath me. I want to show you just how much you mean to me."

Stephanie's knees went weak. She had imagined this moment so many times, had dreamed of Miley saying these words, and now that it was happening, she could barely process it.

"Take me to the bedroom," Stephanie whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Miley didn't need to be told twice. She took Stephanie's hand and led her down the hall, her steps quick and purposeful. When they reached the bedroom, she pushed the door open and pulled Stephanie inside, pressing her against the wall.

Their mouths crashed together again, hungry and desperate. Miley's hands roamed Stephanie's body, sliding under her bathrobe, finding her bare skin. Stephanie gasped at the contact, her back arching.

"You're so beautiful," Miley murmured, her lips trailing down Stephanie's jaw to her neck. "So f*****g beautiful. I can't believe I was stupid enough to let you go."

She kissed and nipped at Stephanie's collarbone, her hands working the robe open. It fell to the floor, leaving Stephanie completely bare. Miley pulled back to look at her, her eyes dark with desire.

"God, look at you," she breathed. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Stephanie reached for Miley's clothes, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. "You're wearing too much," she complained, her voice husky.

Miley laughed softly, helping her. "Then take it off me. I'm all yours, Steph. Every inch of me."

Stephanie made quick work of the blouse, then the bra, then the jeans. Soon Miley was as bare as she was, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. The feeling was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that made Stephanie's toes curl.

"Bed," Miley commanded softly, and Stephanie obeyed, letting herself be guided onto the mattress.

Miley followed, hovering over her, her eyes never leaving Stephanie's face. She reached down and traced a finger along Stephanie's collarbone, down between her breasts, over her stomach. The touch was featherlight, almost teasing, and Stephanie shivered.

"Tell me what you want," Miley whispered. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you. Anything. Everything."

"I want you," Stephanie breathed, her voice ragged. "I want you to touch me. I want you to make me feel good. I want to forget every moment we were apart and only remember this."

Miley lowered her head, pressing a kiss to Stephanie's chest, right over her heart. "I love you," she murmured against her skin. "I love you so much."

Then her mouth found Stephanie's n****e, and Stephanie cried out, her back arching. Miley sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand moving to the other breast, kneading and teasing. The sensations were overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure that built with every passing second.

"Oh God," Stephanie gasped, her fingers tangling in Miley's hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Miley obliged, her mouth working its way down Stephanie's body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. She reached Stephanie's hip, biting gently at the sensitive skin there, then lower, her breath warm against Stephanie's inner thigh.

"Tell me you want this," Miley said, looking up at her, her eyes dark and hungry. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you," Stephanie cried, her voice desperate. "I've always wanted you. Please, Miley. Please."

Miley smiled, a slow, wicked smile, and then her mouth was on Stephanie's core.

The first touch of her tongue was like lightning, a jolt of pure electricity that made Stephanie gasp. Miley was slow and deliberate, her tongue tracing circles around Stephanie's c**t, her hands gripping Stephanie's thighs to hold her steady.

"Please," Stephanie begged, her hips bucking. "Please, more. I need more."

Miley gave her more. Her tongue moved faster, more urgently, alternating between soft licks and firm presses. She slid a finger inside Stephanie, then another, curling them just right, and Stephanie saw stars.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chanted, her fingers gripping the sheets. "I'm going to—"

"Come for me," Miley said against her, her voice vibrating through Stephanie's entire body. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you fall apart. Come for me, baby."

The endearment, the word "baby" spoken in Miley's husky voice, was the final push. Stephanie shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out Miley's name, her voice raw and broken, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Miley didn't stop. She kept going, gentler now, drawing out every last tremor, until Stephanie was a panting, trembling mess beneath her. Then she crawled back up Stephanie's body, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, her chest, her neck.

"That was incredible," Stephanie whispered, her voice shaky.

Miley grinned, a cocky, satisfied grin that made Stephanie's heart flutter. "You're incredible. I could do that forever. Just lie here and taste you all day."

She pressed a kiss to Stephanie's lips, and Stephanie could taste herself on Miley's tongue. It was intimate, raw, and utterly perfect.

"I want to make you feel good too," Stephanie said, her hands sliding down Miley's back. "I want to touch you. I want to taste you."

Miley's eyes darkened. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Stephanie confirmed, rolling them over so she was on top.

Now it was her turn. She kissed her way down Miley's body, taking her time, savoring every inch. Miley was so beautiful, her skin soft and warm, her body responding to every touch. Stephanie's fingers found Miley's center, already wet and aching.

"Someone's ready for me," Stephanie teased, her fingers circling slowly.

Miley groaned. "Steph, please. Don't tease. I need you."

Stephanie didn't tease. She lowered her head, her tongue finding Miley's c**t, and Miley cried out, her hips bucking against Stephanie's mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and musky and utterly Miley.

"Don't stop," Miley begged, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Please, don't stop."

Stephanie didn't. She licked and sucked and nibbled, her fingers pumping in and out, driving Miley higher and higher. Miley was panting, moaning, her body writhing beneath Stephanie's touch.

"I'm close," Miley gasped. "Steph, I'm so close. Please. I need to come. I need—"

Then Stephanie's thumb pressed against her c**t, her tongue sliding lower, and Miley shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and beautiful, her entire body trembling as she cried out Stephanie's name.

Stephanie held her through it, her mouth gentle now, her fingers slow and soothing. When Miley finally stilled, Stephanie kissed her way back up and collapsed beside her, both of them panting and sweaty and utterly satisfied.

"That was…" Miley started, but she couldn't finish. There weren't words.

"Yeah," Stephanie agreed, her voice full of wonder. "Yeah, it was."

They lay in comfortable silence, their bodies tangled together, their hearts beating in sync. Miley traced lazy patterns on Stephanie's stomach, her touch light and affectionate.

"I'm never letting you go again," Miley whispered. "I don't care what happens. I don't care who finds out. You're mine, and I'm yours, and that's how it's going to be."

Stephanie smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Promise?"

"Promise," Miley said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Now, tell me more about that girl. Suzy. How long were you seeing her?"

Stephanie stiffened. "Does it matter?"

"It matters because I'm jealous," Miley admitted, a slight pout in her voice. "I don't like the idea of anyone else touching you. It makes me want to find her and do terrible things."

Stephanie laughed softly. "You don't have to worry about Suzy. She was a rebound, nothing more. I was trying to forget you, and she was there. But it didn't work. Every time she touched me, I imagined it was you. Every time she kissed me, I tasted you. She was never going to replace you, Miley. No one ever could."

Miley smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that made Stephanie's heart skip. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere. And if she comes near you again, I'll—"

"You'll what?" Stephanie teased.

"I'll fight her," Miley said, only half-joking. "I'll challenge her to a duel. I'll—"

Stephanie silenced her with a kiss, deep and passionate. "You're ridiculous," she murmured against Miley's lips.

"I'm in love," Miley corrected. "There's a difference."

They kissed again, and this time it was slower, more tender, full of unspoken