Mrs. and Mrs. Priestly chapter 3
-Few days later-
Andy descended the stairs from their bedroom, following the sounds of professional cutlery into the kitchen where Miranda was putting the final touches to their dinner. Joanna, their personal chef and the twin's nanny, was currently utilizing several days of sick leave, leaving Miranda to apply herself to meal preparations since Andy's cooking skills were nothing more than an insult to the culinary arts.
"Evening baby," Andy greeted and when Miranda failed to face her, a hazy swirl of conflicting emotions flashed over Andy's face outside of the Editor's view.
"Hi."
"Where are my girls?" Andy browsed through the wine chiller, extracting the cork from the selected vintage before pouring the red liquid into her waiting glass. "Care for some wine?"
"No thank you." Miranda arranged the last ingredients in the chicken Kiev she was perfecting. "The girls are out with their father, he got last minute tickets to Cirque du Soleil."
"Ok, then it's just us," Andy grinned, Miranda returned the smile politely.
"Did you bring home dessert?" Miranda asked over her shoulder, turning off the oven flushed aesthetically into the wall.
"Yes." Andy proudly held up the small plastic bag.
Miranda quickly inspected the elegant label from a renowned local bakery and declared, "Its fat."
"What is the other option?" Andy asked, sipping her wine, unknowably allowing her wife to lead her down a path of logic she should have been able to predict by now.
"Low fat? As I asked for," was the swift answer as Miranda stared at her. As usual, the look left Andy to ponder if the woman was aware of just how the intense chill in those baby blues consumed those within her vicinity.
"What is the big difference?" Andy insisted.
"A heart attack from the sheer amount of indigestible fat clogged into your arteries?"
"Could you possibly point me in the direction to the fun in low-fat cheesecake, Miranda?"
Miranda took deep breaths, tension feathering along her temples and then she took the cheesecake, whirling around to store it in the fridge.
"It's fine. The girls will simply have to eat only a small slice," Miranda raised an eyebrow, "and so do you."
"Whatever you want, darling." Andy had always found her own sarcasm infinitely preferable to being on the receiving end of Miranda's.
"I got the new curtains for the bedroom."
"I couldn't help but notice that when I was upstairs. So what happened to you showing me the samples first?" Andy asked lightly, tasting her wine again.
"You said I could choose, but if you don't like it, I can change it again," Miranda said transferring the food dishes to an antique Korean dining table, a mutual purchase that stood as proof of their once infallible balance.
"Really?" Andy tried not to trip over her surprise. "Let's change then, I really don't like them that much, the old ones complimented both of our tastes better."
"I will give you ample time to get used to the idea, and then we will reconsider." Miranda said moving to the sink without uttering another word and for Andy that answer distinctly means, 'The curtains will stay.'
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-2 or 3 years ago and 4 months later-
"Roy."
"Yes Miranda," Roy answered, keeping his attention focused on the traffic.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me tonight." The blank slate of Miranda's eyes attested to the purity of her intent, which in turn caused Roy to whip his head around so fast that he almost swerved the car off the road.
"You what?" Roy yelled. "Miranda you can't be serious."
"There's simply no reason to raise your voice, Roy. There's only five feet of God-forsaken space separating us," Miranda flicked a disheveled silver lock away from her eyes, pressing painted lips together.
"It's been said that marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. I suppose I empathize with Oscar Wilde now more than ever." She sniffed in distaste. "Has it honestly taken me this long to comprehend that? And I'm dead serious, Roy. The practicalities of the situation hardly outweigh its significance."
She wanted a future with Andrea. A sense of urgency propelled her unlike any previous relationships in her lackluster romantic history. It would be intriguing to finally be seen as a woman in love and not just the cold dictator of Runway. She had to do this. The reason for her decision had come easy once she learned to accept her emotions and surprisingly she had found herself strengthened by those emotions. Any opposing opinion could go to hell in last season's Gucci tote soaked in gasoline. No one questioned Miranda Priestly. Accepting emotion gave her power beyond what even the best tabloid scrutiny could fade. Her daughters were happy, Andrea didn't exist in the world of the false elite, and more importantly, her lover didn't harbor any undisclosed secrets. This she knew even prior to laying eyes on Andrea's background file.
Sharing matters of the heart was still a strange, alien terrain for her. It felt as if she were often speaking outside of herself when it came to Andrea, her serene authority bowing to the mysteries in her heart. Miranda turned her attention back to the window, her breath fogging the glass lightly when she spoke again.
"You're well aware of the fact that people in our line of work have a mortality rate that would put insurance companies to shame. So it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that I want to be with someone that doesn't always worry if I will come home alive after a mission, a shred of normality in all of this chaos. Commitment, monogamy, union- label it what you want, she is practically living with us already. I simply want to make it official to the two people that count. Her and I."
"Yes Miranda, marry her. Disney fairytales do come true sometimes, ya know. You need only look to the show The Bachelorette as proof." Roy said sarcastically, parking the car outside of the Elias-Clarke building. Miranda had the back door opened faster than he could step out. "I hope you know what you are doing," he called over his shoulder.
"You know I only do things I'm one hundred percent confident about it, Roy. And if you know me well enough you'll have already realized that the pieces have already been set into motion." She finished, slamming the car door behind her, unwilling to grant the man a chance to reply.
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"So why did you come back alone this time Andy?" the therapist asked.
"Ask me tomorrow. Maybe I will have the answer then." Andy laughed nervously. "I love her, without a doubt, with all my heart and soul," Andy said smiling, but her face shifted a second later, "but sometimes she pisses me off."
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-2 or 3 years ago and 1 day later-
Andy plunged herself into the wet sheathe between Miranda's lush thighs, enjoying the sheer sensation of soaring in and out of the woman dancing erotically on the tips of her fingers. Miranda's hips surged up, smooth legs wrapping around Andy like twirling vines and Andy struggled not to burst into flames when their eyes met each other.
"Andrea…darling." One elegant brow rose. "You unravel me."
No one would ever suspect that the illustrious Editor-in-Chief was a brilliant bottom on her best of nights, and the notion got the Editor off like a hedonistic cocktail, made her pussy slippery as a satin camisole solely for Andy's gratification. Everything about the woman mesmerized her young lover, even the things she considered ordinary.
Miranda's provocative words and desire were like music and wine a perfect pairing to Andy's senses. "Jesus Miranda..."
Andy lowered her head, cutting off the rest of her own whispered reply, flicking her tongue all over the drenched landscape of Miranda´s supple labia. The younger woman couldn't describe the sense of pleasure cascading between her own thighs as she feasted as if she was starving. Warm. Soft. Slick with need. The dizzying motion of Andy's tongue chased across hungry skin, careful not to address the Editor's tender clit that stood at attention just yet. The woman pinned beneath her could only moan, completely incapable of seizing onto the delicious pattern of Andy's tongue.
'Such a fetching tongue,' Miranda thought, utterly powerless to its blistering, erratic journey, helpless to plot its course. It was maddening and desirable, Miranda felt as if her innermost feelings were scrawled across her naked flesh for all to witness as she gave herself entirely over to Andrea's skilled mouth.
Then again, Andrea had always excelled in all of the tasks she had given her.
Miranda fisted waves of Andy's soft chocolate hair between her trembling fingers, crushing the girl to the spot where she needed her the most, filling herself to the brim with her lover. And as if on cue Andy's rhythm increased, causing Miranda's breath to piston in and out, her silky moans racing toward a sharp crescendo. Miranda´s slick walls tightened like a coil around the brunette as Andy paused to delicately tuck in her thumb and ease her slender fist into the wet rapture. The influent Editor snapped, thighs drifting impossibly wide, one pale leg dangling over the edge of the bed, body a willing slave to pleasure and sensation.
She would've given anything to have it. Begged for it if Andrea found it necessary.
When Andy started to fuck her clit, drawing her tongue over the sensitive bud like an artist splattering color on a canvas, Miranda slithered her hips like a cobra, riding the treasured hand greedily toward her climax.
"God," she cried hoarsely. "God!"
In a matter of liquid seconds Miranda´s body stiffened, arching toward heaven, a roar blazing up her throat ripped the atmosphere in two, provoking all nocturne entities within range to bow down in utter silence to her cries. As her body went stiff as an electric wire, she became fully aware of her hot core rippling around her lover's full fist and she instantly came again like a waterfall, crashing all over Andy´s mouth and fingers.
This was desirable madness. It was all Miranda would ever crave.
Moments, heartbeats later, Andy's glossy lips were lazily gliding back up Miranda's heaving body, bumping over the gentle indentation of ribs, nipping at silken heat, skimming higher to locate the Editor's mouth with her own, their kiss desperately full of tenderness. It was a sweet counterpoint to the heat. Andy boldly fed Miranda's passion to her, using her tongue to push the heady liqueur of sex back to its owner even as she withdrew herself from Miranda's recesses in a slick whisper.
The seductive glow of a forest of candles flickered beyond the canopy bed they lied in. Soft light and shadows streamed across their faces and hands, a storm of radiant patterns reflecting along naked skin. Andy's natural knack for romanticism bloomed at the most unexpected of times, an unfamiliar, but welcomed facet to Miranda's life to much of her surprise. Scattered along shadowed surfaces all over their private Caribbean cabin, infinite slivers of light trembled in the ocean breeze seeping through the open windows, bathing the two panting women in a sea of creamy hues.
Andy held herself up like a feline on all fours, admiring the sheen of perspiration glimmering across the enchanting body beneath her. "Hello."
"Hello Mrs. Priestly," Miranda purred back and the sound rushed down Andy's spine like quicksilver.
Andy leaned in to claim her mouth again. "I..." She quickly captured Miranda's elegant jaw in a kiss, "have a…" full lips slowly raked down the slope of a vulnerable throat, "...present for you," she said between kisses.
"As if what just occurred wasn't my birthday, Christmas and New Year's wrapped into one. Honestly, darling what more could I possibly want?" Miranda asked roving her manicured fingertips along Andy's back, causing the younger woman to shiver, body happily succumbing to its master's touch.
"Do you remember the first time you sent me flowers?" Andy asked touching Miranda's cheek softly.
"I gave you a Phalaenopsis orchid." Miranda instantly recalled and pushed a ribbon of hair from Andy's face. "I adore orchids. They are most exotic, mystified and beautiful..." She tapered off watching as Andy observed her with nothing less than tender fascination.
"Like you," Andy finished her sentence. "Exotic. Mystified. Beautiful. And let me dare add, exquisitely complex. A combination of adjectives I find irresistible. Which is why I did something that will have you symbolized on me forever."
Andy smiled at the curious gleam in the Editor's eyes and turned to her side, gathering her dark waves of hair into a pony tail so she could reveal what she did.
"Oh god." Miranda reached out, her fingertips tracing the smooth, inked lines of a petite orchid tattooed on the nape of Andy's slender neck. Miranda had always been of the mindset that tattoos were an overly-done bow to counterculture. On Andrea it was sensual and eternal. "When did you do this?"
"Today, when you had to take care of work responsibilities during our honeymoon," Andy raised her eyebrow, "and I had nothing to do on this island for three hours."
Miranda only looked at her and sighed. "My apologies, it was entirely beyond my control."
"Consider it forgotten. We all have situations that we can't avoid at times." Andy raised her hair so Miranda could look again. "So, do you like it?"
"Depending on the situation orchids can be lethal as they are beautiful..." Miranda whispered behind her, absently caressing the tattoo again.
Andy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stir, unable to interpret the meaning behind those enigmatic words. Miranda simply kissed her neck, not giving her time to inquire and soon any response was frozen on Andy's tongue, a distant question with no forthcoming answer.
"And I love it," Miranda finally answered, turning Andy to face her again. Her eyes suddenly burned with the delicate weight of tears when Andy stared back at her in awe. The brunette's eyes were glowing in the candlelight, irises dark as crushed blackberries. "I love you," Miranda breathed, guiding their lips into passionate exploration again.
"I love you too, my wife." Were Andy´s last words before Miranda rolled over on top of her.
They were both aware of the fact that love was as tender as an orchid, easily damaged. So there's a lot that's left unspoken for the moment. What they hope and fear. What they hope and want. And what they will do to make sure that they get it. And so it turned out that they both were falling with no end in sight, knowing that this was the right thing to do. Because sometimes when you start falling, the fall becomes all you know, all you will ever know. Finding the love of their lives softened all other blows.
TBC…
