Title: Strength of Love
Disclaimer:Don't own them, never did. Just admire from afar, hoping to bring them closer.
Rating: NC17
Fandom:Devil Wears Prada

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Sequel to:Weakness In Me

Andy was amazed, two weeks into their blossoming relationship, Miranda had invited her to the townhouse for dinner. They had been having a leisurely Sunday afternoon in Miranda's bed when the girls were with their father. Andy had been holding Miranda in her arms, enjoying a comfortable silence when out of nowhere Miranda asked if she would join them for dinner during the week. Andy had taken a moment to collect herself and then assured Miranda she would be delighted to join them, Miranda only had to tell her when. Miranda had turned and kissed her before mentioning Tuesday would be a good day. Andy hadn't been sure how quickly Miranda would want to take the relationship beyond the two of them.

They had spent some time talking about it. Miranda had said she had mentioned to the girls that she was becoming friends with Andy, now that Andy was leaving Runway. Miranda said they had been surprised, because Miranda had never become friends with an assistant before. Cassidy had apparently recovered fastest and nodded her head and decided to go to her room. Caroline had followed, looking back over her shoulder at Miranda. Miranda joked that maybe she had expected Miranda to change into someone else the minute they turned their backs, too much TV.

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Miranda felt insatiable. Every time she saw Andrea she wanted to make love to her and be loved in return. It was like a whole new part of her had woken up and she was revelling in it. Andrea had joined them all for the second time for dinner after work. Miranda, Caroline and Cassidy had been just about to sit down at the table when she had walked in. Miranda's breath had caught and her heart started racing, it seemed like an eternity since they had seen each other, not just 48 hours. They had even spoken at least ten times, and sent each other texts and e-mails hourly. Sometimes Miranda felt as if she was acting like a teenager, but had decided that as she had never actually felt like this as a teenager she would revel in it. Of course the fact that she seemed to have no choice was beside the point.

Throughout dinner, when the girls weren't looking, Andrea had given her smoldering looks. Then in the last ten minutes Miranda had felt Andrea run her foot up and down her leg. It was becoming unbearable, the foot was inching higher and higher every time. She had been thinking about her all day and this attention so close to where she wanted it was beginning to drive her to distraction. She had lost track of the conversation, something she never did, twice. She coughed slightly and excused herself from the table. It was getting to the point where there seemed to be two Miranda's.

There was the Miranda that had always existed. She still got up every morning, ensured the girls went to school, and managed Runway with cool precision, dealt with the incompetence's of others while trying to produce the best fashion magazine in the world. Miranda still spent evenings going through the Book, making corrections, leaving post-it's everywhere, working long hours. This Miranda still ensured she kept to the timetable agreed with her daughters and was who she had always been. This Miranda was as cool, controlled and reserved as ever.

Then there was this other Miranda, this new Miranda. The new Miranda had started emerging when Andrea began leaving her a flower and a note every day. This Miranda occasionally smiled when she was alone or alone with Andrea. This Miranda was a swirling mass of emotions. She actually looked forward to spending a couple of hours away from Runway enjoying Andrea's company. The new Miranda looked forward to human contact, be it a brief holding of hands, a tender kiss, a comfortable hug or snuggling after making love. She craved Andrea's touch, like none before. She actually relinquished control sometimes to Andrea and reveled in the feeling. Not only that but this Miranda was excitable, wanton.

Miranda eased herself away for the table and headed to the kitchen. She made her way over to the fridge. She thought a cold drink of water would help her compose herself. She was beginning to overheat. She could feel moisture pool between her legs. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge she felt someone come up behind her and place their hands on her hips. It could be no-one else and she attempted to turn around to embrace Andrea. Andrea prevented her from turning by tightening her grip and leaning against her. Miranda ended up leaning into the open fridge with Andrea at her back.

'You've been thinking about me, haven't you?' Andrea whispered in her ear. Miranda could do nothing but nod her head in agreement. When she turned her head around Andrea kissed her soundly on the mouth. Andrea was an incredible kisser, Miranda could feel it through her whole body. The taste of Andrea's mouth was more exquisite than anything she had experienced before. Her pulse started racing.

'You've been thinking about me touching you' Miranda wasn't sure if this was a question but nodded her head anyway. Desire had taken over and she didn't want to say anything that could stop what was happening.

'I've been thinking about you Miranda' the way Andrea said her name made it sound so very sexy. She felt Andrea move her hands around her front and start trailing her fingers over her stomach.

'I've been thinking about how soft your skin is' Miranda felt every move of Andreas fingers through her blouse. She felt Andrea pull her blouse from her skirt and move her hands under the fabric.

'It's so soft Mirrraaanda, I love feeling your skin' was breathed into her ear. Andrea had started placing gentle kisses along the back of her neck. Miranda leaned her head forward to make it easier for Andrea. When she opened her eyes she could see Andrea's arm where it disappeared under her blouse. This combined with the sensation on her stomach made her breathing catch.

'I love trailing my hands over your body, there's no where I can't touch, is there?' With that Andrea widened the movement of her hand. She covered the entire expanse of skin available under the blouse, all except the area covered by Miranda's bra. Miranda was on fire, every nerve was alive. Andrea's hands were trailing up either side of her body. 'Is there?' was whispered into her ear, before a swipe of a tongue just against the side of her ear.

Miranda whimpered 'No' which was as much as she was capable of. She made a move to turn around but was stopped and held in place. Andrea had her pressed against the fridge. The difference between the heat at her back and trailing over her body and the cool air from the fridge was amazing.

'I've been thinking about how you look when you want me to touch you. Just as you looked when I walked in to the house tonight. All bright eyed and flushed.' As this was happening Andrea's hands moved up to her bra and opened it. With her bra opened to the sides Andrea held both her breasts in her hands. Andrea started moving her hips and set up a motion that rubbed against Miranda. Miranda jutted her chest forward trying to getting more pressure on her breasts. Andrea started squeezing them.

'You look very beautiful today Miranda' Andrea had moved to her nipples and was pinching them with just the right amount of pressure to make Miranda whimper. Miranda was amazed at the control Andrea exacted over her body. The now constant motion and attention to her nipples were creating so much wetness between her legs she was sure she must have saturated her panties. Her own hips had started moving in tandem with Andrea's and moved between Andrea and the hardness of the fridge. She was panting and finding it increasingly difficult to breath.

'You are so amazingly sexy, your ability to make my knees weak with just a look' Andrea kept one hand on her breasts and trailed the other down over her stomach. This time she didn't stop there and kept going lower. 'Your ability to make me instantly wet with just one arch of your eyebrow and that knowing look in your eyes' Miranda arched into her hand as it traveled past her hips to the top of her legs. She whimpered as Andrea placed a little extra pressure at the place between her legs. Miranda was aware of nothing beyond herself and Andrea. Andrea had created a world for them where Miranda was free to feel.

'The noises you make when I am touching you or you are touching me' Andrea continued to whisper into her ear, and the heat of her breath was driving her crazy. Andrea then trailed kisses across her neck from side to side. Andrea's hands moved down her legs over her skirt and stopped when it reached the hem. Andrea let her fingers linger here, teasing Miranda with light touches over her knees. With one hand on her breast, another on her legs, hot lips trailing over her neck and cool air hitting her body in front Miranda was becoming increasingly aroused from the intense sensations. When she had come into the kitchen earlier she had thought to cool down enough to make it through the evening until they had time alone. This was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had. It seemed to go on for an eternity and yet not long enough.

'You want this don't you?' Andrea asked as she trailed her hand up the inside of Miranda's leg. All Miranda could do was nod her head and whimper. 'You want me to run my hand up your legs and touch you.' Again all Miranda could do was nod. Andrea trailed her hand up the inside of her legs and Miranda parted them to give her greater access.

'Oh Miranda, you know how much I love these stockings. They are so sexy, so hot' Miranda moaned as Andrea teased the flesh above her stockings and below her panties. Andrea trailed intricate patterns closer and closer to where Miranda needed her. Miranda arched towards the fingers trailing over her skin. Wanting, needing pressure there. She was moaning and panting constantly now. She felt as if her legs were going to give out. Andrea must have sensed something as she moved one of her legs between Miranda's. This had two effects. It widened Miranda's stance exposing her more to Andrea's touch and also gave her more support. It amazed her how Andrea could still anticipate her needs, even these.

'You want me to rub you just here' Andrea said as she rubbed Miranda through her panties. Miranda nodded her head vigorously to make sure Andrea knew. Miranda tried to rub herself against Andrea's hand rocking back and forward. Andrea allowed it for a couple of minutes that felt like hours, and then moved her hand. This time Miranda's whimper was even louder. This was too much, yet not enough. Her panties were no longer holding her wetness and she could feel it on the top of her legs. She was sure Andrea's hand must be soaked too.

'You want to be pressed against this fridge and for me to show you what I've been thinking about, don't you?' Andrea whispered in her ear as she licked a trail down her throat. Andrea then started to place gentle bites across her neck. Miranda's arousal shot through the roof. Her knees gave way and she was caught by Andrea. Miranda was sure that without the cool air of the fridge she would have spontaneously combusted at this stage.

'I'm going to fuck you Miranda, right here against the fridge' Miranda whole body bucked at that. She could feel Andrea tracing the edge of her panties, up and down, back and forth. Then Andrea's fingers were inside her panties. Gliding against her. Rubbing over her, touching exactly where she wanted to be touched.

'Please........... More...........Harder' was all she could breath out. This is what she so desperately needed now. A more direct forceful contact would bring her to a desperately needed orgasm. Miranda could feel Andrea circle her entrance and then gently enter her. One finger was enough to ease the ache slightly but not release her. She rocked desperately against the finger, climbing higher and higher.

'You look so amazing like this Miranda, so open, so beautiful' Miranda moaned and gasped, rocking constantly. Miranda was so aroused she would do anything Andrea asked to orgasm.

'I love you Miranda' Andrea murmured as she added another finger inside Miranda. Miranda felt amazing but needed more. Higher and higher she climbed. Every sense was heightened. She could see Andreas hand under her blouse. The taste of Andrea in her mouth from their earlier kiss. She could smell her own arousal mixed with the scent that identified Andrea and no-one else. She could hear her own panting and Andrea's heavy breathing in her ear. She could also hear every word Andrea spoke, just for her, weaving a magical spell around them.

'Glorious! ..... Yes Miranda ..... Feel that ..... That's me loving you' Andrea added another finger. Miranda could feel her everywhere. She was pinching a nipple, pressed up against her back and trailing kisses over her neck, with the occasional gentle bite. She was also doing amazing things between her legs. Andrea was moving in and out. Touching her at just the right angle to hit that special spot that drove Miranda beyond herself. Miranda could also still feel the difference in temperature, the heat from Andrea and the cold from the fridge. She was nearly there, so close to the edge she could feel it.

'Yes Miranda ..... Nearly there ..... I love you ..... Only you ..... Forever' with that Miranda could feel Andrea add another finger. She felt so full, so complete. The pressure building inside was more than she could contain. When Andrea pinched her nipple, bit her neck and placed her thumb at her rear entrance Miranda fell over the edge into one of the most exquisite orgasms she ever had. Her legs gave way completely. Her whole body was suffused with pleasure. Andrea drew it out for long moments and Miranda gave herself over to her completely. Knowing Andrea would not let her fall and would hold her safely.

Miranda spent long moments reveling in the intense feelings of her orgasm and being held tenderly by Andrea. When she returned to herself she found she was sitting on a counter with Andrea between her legs holding her close. She had no idea how she got there but she noticed her blouse was now sitting properly.

'I love you so much Miranda, you are wonderful' Andrea whispered before gently kissing her lips. Miranda fell into the kiss that was as soothing as it was exciting. She only then remembered leaving the girls at the dinner table. As ever Andrea seemed to be able to read her mind and said 'They went upstairs to watch the latest movie, and then they'll go to sleep. Miranda relaxed into Andrea again.

'How about an early night then?' Miranda asked nipping at Andrea's bottom lip. She noticed a shudder go through Andrea's body and knew she was ready. Andrea looked deeply into her eyes, promising everything, and nodded. With that they made there way upstairs. Andrea silently passed through the hall to Miranda's room while Miranda checked in on the girls, making sure they were settled for the night. Miranda hadn't mentioned to the girls that Andrea sometimes stayed over. They never came to her room which was at the other side of the house. Andrea left before Miranda woke the girls for school, which suited as Andrea usually had to go home to shower and change before going to work. She supposed the girls just assumed she was working on the Book every evening still, which was why she retired to her rooms. Tonight though Miranda had plans for Andrea and didn't want to be disturbed or distracted by anything, the Book could wait for the morning.

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