The Dress

The Dress

Andy had never been the jealous type. However, since being with Miranda she couldn't stand to see someone within five feet of her love. And don't get her started on when certain gentleman spoke to Miranda's cleavage rather than her face, she felt like storming over and yanking their gaze to a more appropriate view, all the time wondering what would class diminished responsibility, if she did choose to kill said men.

They had been together now for months. Tonight, Miranda had to attend the Runway Benefit, the most important event of her professional year.

Andy couldn't help but smile at the memory of last year's event. She remembered holding her breath when she first saw Miranda in the stairs sublime in a black dress. It was at that moment that Andrea really knew she had fallen, and fallen hard.

Now it was a year later. Andrea had planned to stay at home with the girls. The three of them had been secretly planning to watch American Idol while eating tons of Ben and Jerry's. Two things Miranda would have deemed a crime against the human form and mind.

Watching Miranda getting ready, Andy stood leaning against the doorframe to their bedroom.

"Like what you see?" Miranda teased, still applying her make-up.

"I do, even if I do keep thinking you cannot wear that!" Andy said it with a smile, but Miranda knew she was being serious.

"That? My dear, you see a black dress, I see a perfectly cut, tailored-to-fit-me, gown, designed for me at my request by Mr John Galliano himself."

Andy let her smile drop and stepped into the room. "I don't care if it's designed by John Galliano, Martha Stewart or the Pope. You can't wear it! More to the point I don't want you to wear it."

"Andrea." Miranda turned and gave Andy a patented Priestly glare. "Stop being childish, the dress is magnificent"

"Yes it is. And you see therein lies my problem. The dress is stunning; you will look stunning in said dress. Unfortunately, every red blooded male at the event will also think it is magnificent, in particular the magnificent plunging neckline."

Miranda walked closer to her girl and whispered in her ear making Andy shiver. "Andrea, besides your unfounded jealousy, which I will say is somewhat of a turn on to me; aside from that, give me a good reason to not wear this dress tonight?" Smirking, she walked back to the mirror and continued with her make-up.

Andrea's face fell and defeated she threw herself on the bed, pouting and mumbling.

"I will take that to mean you have no other reason. No good reason at all." Miranda said flashing a triumphant smile.

Checking for flaws in her perfectly applied face, she found none. Standing, she moved toward the dress. Reaching for the gown, she was startled when Andy appeared behind her. Smiling she tried to turn in the girls arms. Andy had her in a vice-like grip though she could feel the warmth of Andy's body against her back. Gently, Andy slid her arms around Miranda's waist.

"You know you are the sexiest woman I have ever met." Andy whispered in Miranda's ear, this time it was Miranda's turn to shiver with pleasure. She moaned slightly as Andy trailed small kisses along her bare shoulder, moving up her neck.

"Oh …. Andrea." Miranda began squirming in pleasure as Andrea found that certain spot that made her go weak at the knees. "Darling, please." She gasped. "Roy will be here in half an hour and I'm already running late." Miranda was torn between desire and duty. "Andrea. Please, I'll be late." Miranda pulled back slightly, her voice firmer.

"Ok." Andy suddenly stopped her explorations. "I'll see you downstairs." She seemed to bounce out of the room.

Shocked by Andy's sudden departure, Miranda pulled herself together and walked back to the mirror to check her make-up. "Andrea!" She wailed.

"Yes darling?" Andy asked innocently her head popping round the door again.

"What have you done?" Miranda practically screamed, as she pointed at the large hickey on her neck.

"Oh that?" Andrea replied casually. "Well, you did ask me for a good reason not to wear that dress." She smiled slightly.

Trying to conceal her amusement and her love for Andrea, she kept the scowl on her face as she asked "Are you fourteen or what?"

"I think you know more than most I am no child Miranda. Though I do have to say when it comes to my things, I don't like to share and that does include you." Grinning, she was pleased to see Miranda smile back as she left the room, giggling outwardly as she heard Miranda's sigh as she opened her closet to look for something high-necked to wear.

No when it came to Miranda, she was not prepared to share.