One-shot Meryl Streep

Devil in quarantine

It's late night. Miranda is asleep in her bed. Clark just stare at the ceiling. His heart is starting to play with him. He keeps seeing Miranda in front of him. He has to do something. He stand up and stretch his body. The couch is killing him. He walk up to Miranda's bedroom. He open her door knocking softly. Miranda sleepily look at him and raise an eyebrow.
"Can I?" he ask and show to the bed. She look next to her and nod softly. He close the door and go to the bed climbing in. His heavy body behind her makes her completely conscious about the fact that she's about to fall asleep next to her first ex-husband.
"Sorry about Stephen," she whisper and cuddle with her pillow. Clark turn his body to her and smile softly. Her body looks so perfect.
"Don't worry about it," he whisper. Miranda bite her bottom lip and turn around looking at him. They remain quiet and just stare at each other. The room is only filled with the moon. Miranda bite her lip with a little blush and shake her head.
"The way you're staring at me is awkward," she giggle and put her face under the blanket. Clark start to laugh which brings her eyes back up to his.
"You're beautiful Priestly," he whisper. She suck on her bottom lip and close her eyes with a sweet smile. Those words warms her up deeply.
"Clark, why did you give up?" she ask softly and look at him. He can see tears in her eyes. She misses him, it's clear. "I tried to give you as much as I could."
"I didn't want anything from you except love, time and dedication," he reply and shake his head. "I wanted you, Miranda. Why is that so hard to understand."
"Clark, I tried..."
"You didn't try hard enough," he interrupts her.
"You don't know a fucking thing about what I did, Clark," she starts to cry. "I have a business to run, a fucking world to satisfy and here you are telling me I didn't try hard enough. That's my job, Clark. That's my damn job! I love what I do and I won't regret it at all. You ought to know by now that when you're in a celebrity industry, your life changes. Don't tell me I didn't try hard enough. Clark, maybe you wanted more than what I could give you, but I know for a fact that I gave as much as I could."
He simply just stare at her. She cuddle up with her pillow and look down at the mattress under her.
"I came home every night, held my arms around you and kissed you," she whisper. "I told you everything, made sure everything is ready for you and I made love to you nearly every damn night. We had to be so quiet so that the babies won't wake up and I fucking loved it. I loved you. Now you're telling me it wasn't enough? Clark, don't pull that shit on me. Don't do it. It's not fair."
She look at him. Clark nod his head slowly.
"I know," he whisper. "And I'm very sorry, Miranda. I guess it was me. I wanted more. I became too needy and when you couldn't fill that needs all the time, I began to wonder, but I never meant to wander away. You were enough for me after all."
She grows quiet. He stares at her and she at him. Perhaps that's all they need now.
"You know I would've done anything for you, but I had to put me and the girls first too," she whisper and touch his cheek. "I know you wanted all of me, but I had to work. I had to make time for the kids and I had to be a wife. Perhaps my run with love is over. I had my chance, but it's over."
"It's not over," Clark chuckles softly. "You have a whole life ahead of you. You can date and everything like you want."
"And have the media write ten different stories and spy on me? No thank you."
"Of course not," he laugh softly and take her hand into his. Their gentle touch, so warm and delicate. "But I know how you love to catch your breath and dance to your heartbeat every now and then, especially after a long day at work."
She give a deep blush and giggle awkwardly.
"I still wish to see it," he whisper getting her attention. "The sparkle in your eyes that makes you look like you're floating. I still wish to hear you pull in your breath and running your hands over my naked skin while our bodies are connected."
"Perhaps it's not just the moment we're in, but the person we're with. Those special characteristics that we can't find in others," Miranda reply and bite her bottom lip. "Like how I always tried to find the look in your eyes in Stephen's. But each time he made love to me, he had his eyes shut, his breath smelling like alcohol and his selfish acts turning me off completely. I didn't like it, but I allowed it anyway."
Clark let the back of his hand touch her warm soft cheek.
"Well, it's late," she mutters. "Goodnight Clark."
"Goodnight Priestly," he smile back at her. She close her eyes. Clark spend a period of time admiring her perfect face before he fell asleep with her.