Chapter 2

Sorry I updated only a part of chapter two but here's the whole thing of Kaylyn and me :) thanks for reading and reviewing :)

Emergency lights lit up the aisle and more screaming ensued.

"Oh my God." Andrea screwed her eyes shut. "I-I don't want to di-die Miranda." Miranda was rendered speechless. She wanted to reassure the younger woman. Tell her that they were going to be fine. That after this was all over with she was going to take her to the townhouse, and they were going to further discuss their mutual attraction over a bottle of her favorite red wine; but none of that was going to happen now. Miranda could hear the stewardesses trying to calm down the passengers as the oxygen masks dropped above them all.

"Miranda?" Andrea looked up at the older woman, big brown eyes filled with fear.

"Andre-" Miranda began but the plane's lights came back on. "Wh-What?" The women looked around the now silent plane.

The pilot's voice boomed through the speakers of the plane, "Attention all passengers." He cleared his throat. "We went straight through a massive storm, but we have stabilized the plane and are continued on our route."

A few gasps of relief were heard throughout the plane

Miranda grew rigid and quickly pulled away from Andrea. "Miranda?" The editor could hear the hurt in the young woman's voice, but couldn't bare to look at the latter. Instead she picked up her purse from the floor to retrieve her notes from the shows.

Putting her stone cold facade back into place she opened her notes. "Andrea," Miranda's voice lacked emotion or inflection. "When we land I want you to reschedule my-"

Andrea interrupted Miranda. "Miranda we can't just prete-"

"Andrea.." Miranda's voice became impossibly cold.

She went back to work and was acting like nothing has happened. Andy got up and went into the bathroom. She finally was able to tell her boss how she felt. She felt so bad that Miranda was so cold now again. She couldn't believe in Mirandas feelings anymore. She sat on the toilet crying. She was broken but she needed to compose for the next couple hours of the flight.

Meanwhile Miranda felt terrible. She knew she hurt the woman she loved deeply by her actions. Andy was gone since a good ten minutes and Miranda needed to make sure she is ok. She couldn't let her sit in the bathroom for the duration of her flight. She got up and knocked on the door calmly.

"Andrea?.." no response. She heard her sniffling.

"Andrea, darling please open the door. I am sorry for the way I acted." She waited some more. Andy didn't respond but after a good 2 minutes she unlocked the door. Miranda opened the door and squeezed herself in the tiny bathroom. She saw the hurt woman and took her in her arms immediately.

"Listen Andrea, I was shocked and overwhelmed. I can't let the public see us yet because I haven't even talked to my girls yet. I don't want them to see me with a new partner through the press…..and that made me panic after…please forgive me." She whispered in Andy's ear.

"I thought you maybe didn't mean it and it would break my heart because I did mean it."

She mumbled in the crock of Mirandas neck inhaling her scent.

"Oh darling I did mean it…I just panicked. I love you but I want us to be careful in public. I want to give this a serious try because….i really do love you darling." Miranda said her voice shaking.

"Oh babe, I love you too so much….and you smell so good. Mhhhh…" she started rubbing her hands over Mirandas back and lowered them to cup her firm behind and squeezed it.

"Oh boy…darling don't…..don't start this if you can't finish it….please." Miranda said her breathing going faster by the second.

"Who said I wasn't going to finish it?" Andy whispered in her ear licking it. Miranda moaned and couldn't believe she was about to enter the mile high club. Andrea's hands wondered to the older woman's chest. Where nimble fingers began to unfasten the small black buttons on Miranda's white Prada shirt.

"Darling, please.."Miranda's breath hitched as she arched from the latter's simple ministrations.

"Please what?" Andrea mockingly teased as she slowly peeled the designer shirt off the editor's body.

The brunette grinned wickedly as she pulled away from her boss. "What do you need from me Miranda?" Brown eyes filled with lust locked with their azure counterpart.

Miranda was speechless and Andrea quickly moved from a challenging stance to an impatient one. Her foot began to tap against the floor of the small bathroom and her arms rose to her chest, crossing. It was like then something clicked in the editor's brain and she grinned back at the slightly taller woman. She removed the rest of her clothes and then Andrea's. Soon all of their clothes were gathered beneath their feet on the small floor. Miranda wrapped her arms around Andrea's body and pulled her on top of the cold steel sink top.

"You," Miranda growled. "I need you." The editor took both of the younger woman's knees and spread them as far as they would let her. Miranda knelt down before Andrea. The editor looked up at her for a moment before pressing her lips to Andrea's very wet sex and began lapping at her juices. Andrea's breathing immediately quickened as the sensations rushed through her. Miranda plunged her tongue deep into her and listened to her moan and pant. She continued to tease Andrea with her tongue until she could feel firm fingers tugging at her short silver hair, and squeezing desperately.

"Please, Miranda," Andrea panted. "M-More." That was all the coaxing the editor needed before pulling her mouth away from the woman, and entering her with two skilled slender fingers. "F-Fuck!" Andrea moaned as her head lolled back and hit the small mirror causing a reverberating thud.

"Shhhh, darling," Miranda cooed into Andrea's ear. "You have to be very quiet. I wouldn't want anyone interrupting this.." And with that she added a third finger and curled the digits upwards; hitting that sweet spot deep inside of the young woman. Causing her toes to curl and eyes to roll in the back of her head. "I want you to look me in the eyes when you come." The brunette's eyes shot open and she quickly nodded her agreement. All the while Miranda's persistent fingers never wavered as she moved her thumb just enough to add a slight pressure to the woman's aching clit.

"Oh god..fuck Miranda.." Andrea whimpered, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

"Mmm you look so beau-" A knock at the door cut the editor short.

"Excuse me, miss." There was rap at the door. "We have other passengers waiting to use the facility. Are you alright?"

Andrea locked eyes with Miranda - Who still was knuckles deep in the young woman- and said, "I'm coming! One moment.." She answered the flight attendant. Her eyes glazed over with lust and something else that Miranda could quite put her finger on before she uttered the words once more, "I'm coming.."

TBC