1.
Andrea was returning home from a three month assignment in the Middle East. She had been writing a piece about American drone policy and its negative impact on civilian populations in places like Afghanistan, Pakistan and Yemen. She hadn't told Miranda that she was able to return home a couple of days earlier than she thought. She wanted to surprise her. She missed the woman terribly while she was away. Miranda had convinced her to move in over two years ago. Andrea had been hesitant at first, but found that living with her was one of the best decisions she had ever made.
Her career as an Investigative Journalist for the Mirror sent her all over the world in search of the truth behind current global events. It was incredibly demanding at times but she had dreamed of doing nothing else her entire life. Andrea's constant absence put a strain on the relationship, but seemed to work well with Miranda's hectic schedule. As editor of Runway she too traveled quite often.
The house seemed empty and cold, all was quiet. Andrea figured Miranda was still at work putting the final touches on the December issue. She was always working so hard for Runway that she hardly ever had time for herself. Andrea set down her bags by the bottom steps of the staircase and walked into the kitchen for something to drink.
Miranda's head hit rhythmically against the headboard, she reached above her and pressed against the dark wood, pushing herself harder against the small body that was thrusting against her. Her belly trembling with desire, little cries for mercy leaked from her lips. She needed release so badly. The two women were breathing heavily, their skin beading with sweat. The heat was white hot and burning between them. The younger woman held Miranda's legs open, wanting to watch every inch disappear inside of this beautiful woman. She slowed and pulled the thick extension in and out, reveling in the desperate sounds the woman could not help but make. She pulled it out suddenly and pressed her mouth hard against the editors weeping cunt, dying to taste her work so far.
"Oh Yes!" Miranda cried out. Her hips jerked upward and her hand reached down to demand more pressure. She felt her orgasm approaching with every torturous swipe of her tongue. She combed her fingers through the girls' hair, and held her head in place. She needed more pressure, more speed, more! The girl stopped, and the panting older woman growled with frustration as her limbs trembled violently at the sudden loss.
"Tell me what you want" The young girl commanded, staring up into the older woman's eyes. Miranda threw her head back and breathed a heavy sigh, a wicked smile played on her lips. The young woman loved to make her ask for it, she liked hearing her voice beg. outside of the bedroom, Miranda would do no such thing.
"Fuck me" the writhing editor said through her teeth. Her fists balled at her sides.
"Ask nicely" a teasing voice replied.
"Oh god Please!" she whispered, her body writhing in turmoil, her center pulsing with need.
The thin redhead had a visceral reaction to the sounds the beautiful woman made beneath her. She slowly pushed herself back inside of her, holding her legs up high, and resting them on her shoulders. Miranda's eyes fluttered closed. She could feel the girl reach the sweet spot deep inside of her. Her heartbeat sped up suddenly, her body flooding with heat.
The young woman thrust against the glowing fashion goddess. She moved gently at first and then harder, but keeping that same torturous pace that drove Miranda wild.
"Oh god Emily!" she whimpered, grabbing at the flesh of the girls pale bottom, pulling the girl into her.
"I need you faster!" She cried out. She was on the edge. Her entire body thrumming with the tension the young woman had worked so hard to build up in the past hour. She was so close, she felt like she might go insane if she did not come soon.
The redhead moved faster, and harder, leaning against her legs, making Miranda feel that stretch across the back of her thighs. The older woman clawed at the sheets, every thrust making her head spin in ecstasy, shocks of pleasure rolled through her body every time all of Emily's weight slammed against her. She could feel herself dripping, dangling over the edge, wanting so badly to feel release.
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Andrea's head whipped around, trying to zero in on where that rapid knocking noise was coming from. It seemed to be coming from somewhere upstairs. She stepped out of the kitchen and listened closer. It was silent for a few moments. She was about ready to dismiss it as her imagination run wild due to jet lag or something. The sound came again and this time it was louder accompanied by the sound of voices. She looked up at the ceiling.
"Hello? Is somebody home?" She called out up the stairs.
No reply, but the noise persisted. What the hell is it?She made a slow ascent up the stairs to investigate. As she climbed she wondered what the sound might be. Could it be the girls? Could someone have left a window open? Could it be a burglar? She rounded the corner at the last flight of stairs and it was becoming more and more obvious what she was hearing. She had a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach. She slowly inched toward Miranda's open bedroom door.
Andrea tip toed the rest of her way to the door way, her heart beating progressively faster. She was very careful not to be seen or heard. There was little light in the room, but she saw the dark silhouette of Miranda and another woman. They were so caught up in their passions that they were completely oblivious to her presence.
An awful feeling twisted her stomach, and she had to stop herself from exploding with anger. The woman had long dark red hair, she was so small… it was Emily. She could hear their thighs slapping against each other, the heavy breathing, and that knocking sound as loud as ever. She peeked around the doorframe into the bed room to look again. Her heart was beating rapidly warming her blood to boil.
There was this nagging feeling inside of her. One she could not ignore. She did not want to look away. Her mind raced with all of the things she wanted to scream at the two of them, she thought she might fall apart from it all but her mouth refused to speak. She felt an ache between her legs, her muscles tensing with need. It had been so long since they had been together in that way, but it had never occurred to her to cheat on Miranda. She never wanted anyone else, never desired another man or woman since the moment they met.
Andrea felt disgusted with herself. Even as she could hear Miranda being fucked in the other room, she still desired no one else; she still felt a need for her alone. She rested the back of her head against the wall and slid down. She listened to the sounds. Every cry torn from Miranda's lips echoed in her entire body, pain and desire coursing through her veins. She had so many emotions running through her that she didn't know what to do. She stood suddenly, shaking her head, wiping her face free of her tears.
Emily slowed her pace again, a sadistic smile spreading across her features. She leaned down, pressing her mouth against Miranda's perspiring skin, kissing her bosses pale shoulder. The desperate sounds she made were loud against her ear, and driving the young redhead mad. She had never seen Miranda look so free, sleeping with her had both its bitter and its sweet elements, seeing her like this was so sweet, so beautiful… so rare.
There was no sign of love in Miranda's eyes, just the look of an animal shown through. The older woman's body was so worked up that her legs had begun to buck with every forward thrust. The thin redhead slammed against that spot deep inside of her. Her body betrayed her and she began to tremble all over.
"Oh please!" Miranda cried out, between frustrated sighs of pleasure.
She was so close; she could feel it burning inside of her. She was dying to feel that rush overwhelm her body. She wanted it more than anything in that moment, she needed it. Emily buried herself inside of Miranda, putting all of her weight against her.
The older woman's eyes squeezed shut for a moment, her mouth open wide, and an almost panicked look of pleasure overcame her features. She grabbed Emily's small arms and held tight to them. She stared into the young woman's smoky eyes, half lidded and shining with lust.
Emily's long red hair clung to her sweating body, and hung in her face in curling damp strands.
"I'm coming- Fuck!" Miranda cried out, her body bursting with pleasure.
The initial waves were the strongest. They rolled through her body, spreading warmth and sensitivity to every nerve. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She closed her eyes, absorbing the full magnificence of the pleasure that racked her body. Behind her lids, she did not see this skinny girl atop her, but her own curvaceous Andrea.
Andrea walked slowly through the door way, taking a deep breath and fighting the tears from falling from her eyes. Miranda could still feel the waves of pleasure roll through her. She was humming contently beneath the thin redhead. Her eyes closed, her breathing labored, her features flushed. The woman was still inside of her, and her body trembled from the aftershocks, she was in a state of bliss.
The two of them seemed incredibly familiar with each other's bodies; she wondered how long this had been happening. She stepped into a faint beam of white moonlight.
Miranda slowly opened her eyes, the glow of her orgasm shone even brighter in her blue eyes. Her eyes fell upon Andrea, and she gasped, shoving Emily off of her and sitting up quickly.
"Andrea? Wha-What are you doing home so early, darling?" She asked breathlessly, yanking the white sheets around her body.
"I wanted to surprise you, but it looks like you had a surprise for me."
She took a seat on the end of the bed and looked at her calmly. Andrea's behavior confused the both of them, and they didn't know what to do. They sat frozen, as if movement might set the brunette off.
"Hi Emily" Andrea said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"You should probably leave." She stared at the sweating redhead, fighting ever impulse to reach across and tear her limb from limb.
Emily didn't move. She was not sure what she should do. What would Andrea do? She looked at Miranda, the woman looked panicked. She pulled at the small pearl that hung from her gold necklace between her fingers, a nervous habit. Her normally pale skin was now bright red in places. The older woman's eyes were filled with regret. Emily had never seen her in such a sorry state. She could see the shame burning through her skin. Her eyes never left Andrea, even as the brunette refused to look at her.
"Miranda?" Emily asked looking from Andrea to Miranda quickly.
"I don't know why you're even speaking to me right now. Get out!" Miranda nearly barked at the young woman. She did not want Emily, she wanted Andrea, always Andrea. Right now she didn't care if she ever saw the redhead again, because she may have just fucked up the best thing that ever happened to her.
"Please… Andrea" Miranda said in a broken voice. Andrea put her head down; chocolate hair fell in front of her face. Miranda sat up and crawled to her, sitting on her legs. She reached out and tucked her lovers' long dark hair back behind her ears. Tears were already falling from her eyes, but the look on Andrea's face magnified her sense of utter shame.
Emily grabbed her clothes from the floor and looked back at the scene she created with a final remorseful look before disappearing out of the bedroom. They sat quietly staring at each other until they heard the muted slam of the front door. Sadness darkened the older woman's features, a terrible ache in her heart made her breathing erratic. It was all over, she knew she had just blown it. Andrea would leave her, she should leave her. But she loved this woman, possibly more than anyone else in her entire life and yet it didn't seem enough to stop her from relapsing into her old habits.
The first couple of times Andrea went on business or Miranda was away, she was able to resist temptation. Being Miranda Priestly, the propositions were frequent and from many beautiful men and women. She was easily able to fend them off in the first year. It had been so easy. But when Andrea's trips were becoming regular, she couldn't seem to control herself any longer.
The devil inside of her needed to sin, and Emily was always there to take care of her. The looks the girl would give her when she knew she was hurting and Andrea was out of town. Miranda had always seen the longing in the young girl's eyes and she was able to dismiss it just like the rest. Emily sensed the growing intensity in Miranda as her problem began to leak into her ability to work. When Andrea had been away for three months working on a story in Palestine, Emily never intended to take advantage of Miranda's problem, but she had never seen a better chance to be with Miranda.
Looking at her now she felt like a fool, a liar, a cheat. The girl she loved, the one thing she truly wanted, she did not deserve.
"How long?" She asked before she stopped her nervous movements for a moment to look into Miranda's eyes. She wanted the woman to look her in the eyes when she lied.
"not very long" The older woman said, her voice strong, the whites of her eyes glowing with the hope that she might believe it.
Andrea took a deep breath, filling her lungs to the brim with oxygen, she needed every bit of it.
"If you were anyone else, I would not let you do this to me, Miranda. But I love you, more than anyone on this earth and I-I can't lose you, not to her, not to anyone." Andrea wept silently. She hid her beautiful face in her hands, not wishing Miranda to see fully how much this had hurt her. Although, she should see every tear that fell from her eyes, and know that it is her that makes her feel this pain.
"I will do anything to keep you Andrea. I will retire from Runway, we'll move, I'll give it all up, I swear, I will, for you!" Miranda replied quickly and passionately, unable to mask her desperation.
She really would, she meant every word of it. She would leave this life behind if it meant that Andrea would stay and that she could one day find it in herself to forgive her.
"You would retire from your life here and move away from New York, just for me?" Andrea said through a curtain of thick brown hair, still wishing to hide her face from Miranda.
"You mean everything to me. Whatever I have to do, my darling I will do it" She said as she tried to brush the hair from her beloveds' face.
She wanted to look at her. She wanted her to know her words were true. When she found her face and held it in her hands, the young woman was frowning, in an attempt to fight back at the emotion in side of her.
"So do it. Move away with me." Andrea said with conviction, letting her hold her face to see her.
Miranda did not say a word for a long moment, she looked into her eyes, searching them for another way but she had said it, she laid the proposition on the table. She had offered to give it all up and she meant it. She was not surprised that she agreed.
The fashion maven had thought many times about retiring and recently she had considered it more than ever. She was tired of the cycle of shit and bad decisions that always was. Leaving behind this fast paced and sinful lifestyle that she had lived for far too long would be the best thing for the both of them. Tonight was her breaking point. Getting away from the big city and all of her responsibilities here would be a welcome change.
"Okay, let's do it" Miranda said finally with a hesitant smile, pulling her distraught young lovers body close to hers.
Even though she felt no affection returned, feeling Andrea's body limp against her, she still squeezed her tight. She never wanted to let her go. She was so thankful for this second chance.
The next morning they woke beside each other, but on opposite sides of the bed. Andrea couldn't find it in herself to let what happened the night before go so easily. She would find no comfort in her arms, but she found comfort in the thought of making big changes. She knew she could still work for the Mirror, essentially from anywhere in the U.S. She was their best journalist and they would make whatever accommodations they needed to keep her around.
She would ask for some time off for a few months so that they could prepare for their move and settle into their new home together. She also planned to negotiate a reasonable amount of time overseas on assignment, but she was not sure how much headway she could make with that.
They decided to move to upstate Washington, the opposite side of the country. Miranda had found a beautiful home situated near the Olympic rainforest. It was a two story luxury cabin situated on the edge of a cliff. They had views of the beach, of the mountains, and beautiful towering cedars of the rainforest. It was perfect for the two of them.
Most of Miranda's worries melted away once she had taken care of everything she needed to here. She had given her notice to the board at Elias-Clarke that she was going to be leaving Runway in a month. Her reasons were sighted as personal, and she promised to help them find a suitable replacement for herself before she left. Irvine was all too happy to see her go. She didn't mind giving it up. She knew she would be happy, just her and Andrea.
TBC…
My plans for this Fic are different from my other stories. Once they get to Washington, they will experience some pretty creepy stuff. Keep an eye out for later Chapters and please take the time to write a review if you enjoy it so far, they always inspire me to continue writing and therefore, get you your chapters quicker.
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