Thanks for all of the great reviews, I appreciate them all. I'm not sure if I need to change the rating on this story. I've read more graphic sex scenes that were rated T, so if anyone can let me know if I need to change it I'd appreciate it.

Part 10

Miranda let the desire for this woman that had been pent up for over three years guide her as she slipped her hands around Andy's back, over her hips and down her ass, cupping and squeezing provocatively as she pulled the younger woman's groin to her own. Hunger flared hotly in the lower part of her abdomen, spreading through her like a raging fire and pooling at the place where she craved Andrea's touch the most. She couldn't remember ever wanting someone more; it was a new and exciting feeling that flowed through her. It made her feel young and alive, and she was desperate to hold on to it.

Andy seemed to sense it, or perhaps she was feeling the same, because she kissed her fiercely, hands roaming freely over Miranda's body, something she had secretly fantasized doing for years. She finally snagged the bottom of her tee shirt and was relieved when the older woman assisted her, and tossed it across the room.

"Miranda," she whispered, her voice choking out as she moved her lips gently along the line of her delicate neck, slowly, affectionately, as she started smoothing her right hand in slow circles over the older woman's stomach. "God, you're so beautiful," she continued quietly, her voice soft and provocative.

"Oh god," Miranda groaned, half in despair, desperate to rid the rest of their clothing. Her body thrummed with an ache to feel Andrea's soft skin. Inching her fingers in the younger woman's waistband, she began to tug at her shorts.

Andy stood back just enough so she could shimmy out of them, and found herself swallowing hard as she watched Miranda remove her yoga pants with a grace that the brunette knew that only this woman could pull off.

Soon the rest of their clothing seemed to disappear and now they were standing by Miranda's bed. The heated air they breathed intermingled raggedly with the anticipation of the uncontrolled want they had for each other.

Andy turned more into her, in the dim lighting, her eyes wide and incredibly dark with hunger and drinking in the other woman's beautiful body. Miranda exhaled, feeling as if every nerve ending in her body were alive and acutely sensitive from the way this woman was looking at her. "Hey," Andy husked softly, as her eyes continued to look her up and down, burning in their intensity. "If you…."

"Don't," Miranda voiced in a soft plea. "Please don't," she breathed, and lifted her hand in supplication toward her. Andy grasped her long fingers and pulled Miranda to her, their bodies sliding together like they were made for each other. Andy inhaled sharply, this felt so good, even better than she had ever dared to dream.

Miranda's own breath caught just before she kissed her, a deeply passionate kiss that curled her toes, and her fingers went unerringly to the back of her neck. She couldn't believe how wet she was by just kissing and feeling this woman's silky skin against her own.

"Andrea," Miranda's whisper was hot in her ear. "I need you." Her voice shook with arousal as her hands roamed freely over the younger woman's body, exploring areas that were just too enticing to be ignored.

"You have me," Andy uttered, her voice hitching at the feel of Miranda's fingers floating over her over heated skin.

God Miranda couldn't believe she was here with this beautiful woman, and as they fell together on the bed she wanted to lose herself in her body and scent and taste…to be at the place where she only dreamed about. Cupping Andrea's full breasts in her hands, she squeezed lovingly as she dipped her head to cover one of her nipples with her lips, tickling it into sensation with the tip of her tongue. She wasn't sure exactly what she was doing since she had never done this with any other woman, but the soft sounds of pleasure that issued from Andrea's lips, and the way her body quivered under her touch, almost helpless in her arousal, just encouraged her on.

Miranda hummed in excitement as she drifted down her perfect chest, stroking warm flesh as she kissed her way lower. She couldn't believe how brave she was, doing the one thing she thought she would never do, but the way Andrea's body responded to her, the soft moans of pleasure, along with her unique smell, made her crazy with wanting more. She lightly nuzzled the soft skin between her legs and then settled between her thighs, leaning in greedily for that first wonderful taste.

Not really knowing what she was doing, she just went on instinct, and what she remembered felt good to her. It had been years since anyone had done this for her, well before Stephen had entered her life. Sex with him was always about what pleased him, so he never offered her this. She licked softly up and down, in and out, and the way Andy rolled her hips to press herself more against her mouth and tongue, and the way her thighs quivered, and not to mention the way she threw her head back and moaned out her name, let Miranda know that she was definitely doing it right.

It didn't take too long for Andy to reach her peak, hell, Miranda really wasn't sure as she had lost all track of time as she discovered with mild surprise she enjoyed doing this. She loved how Andrea tasted.

When the younger woman finally climaxed, it was profoundly intense, perhaps because she had hovered on the edge for so long. The look on Andy's face, the noises she made, the shaking of thighs that about clenched Miranda's head, and the convulsions of the strong body beneath her, was something Miranda knew she'd never get tired of. Knowing that she did this….that she was responsible for giving so much pleasure to this woman….caused a sense of satisfaction to surged right through her.

Andy drew in mouthfuls of air as a weary arm was thrown over her face. Smiling smugly, Miranda moved up the lengthy body to Andy's full lips, where she kissed her deeply, wanting nothing more than to immerse herself completely in this beautiful woman.

Andy exhaled slowly, trying to get her breathing back in order. "Miranda," she rasped, blinking to make sure all this was really real.

"Hmm, I'm here, darling," she whispered, and then mentally groaned at the use of the endearment.

"That was…god that was amazing."

Miranda laughed quietly. "I'm glad, because I uh…I never..." she trailed off, not knowing how to put into words that this was her first time with another woman.

Andy finally moved her eyes from the ceiling that they landed on after her intense climax, and over at the woman who gave it to her. Her chest quickly tightened and warmth gathered in the bottom of her stomach at the way Miranda looked at her, and it made her fall in love with her all over again.

God she wanted to tell her exactly how she felt, but she thought against it as her brown eyes searched the older woman' face. The word's 'I love you' still surrounded her heart and to keep it from falling out of her mouth, she kissed Miranda again, more tenderly, because for the moment, she just wanted to show how much she cared, how much she loved her.

She floated her fingers across silky skin, loving how it felt underneath her own. Her lips burned across her neck, and under her mouth. She felt Miranda's breath catch, and her entire body shuddered beneath her. "You're trembling," Andy husked in a low voice.

Miranda wanted to say 'my Andrea' but only managed to utter "Andrea," before she reclaimed her lips.

Andy returned to the rest of her body after she kissed her thoroughly and she hoped to continue to love and worship every inch of her for the next hour or so, showing her exactly how she felt as she began to explore Miranda's perfect body. She lost herself in pleasuring this woman beyond all thought and reason, something that she was so sure she would never get the chance to do.

….

Miranda opened her eyes and knew immediately that she was in her hotel suite. Rubbing a hand over her brow, she winced groggily. She about drifted back to sleep, trying to ignore the stickiness between her legs and the immediate pressure on her bladder. The shift in the bed next to her gave her pause. Startled, she rose to her left elbow and looked down at the sleeping form in the bed beside her. The last thing she remembered was the way her back arched tightly as her orgasm spread over her like a fiery explosion that whipped through her entire body so hard that as soon as she felt her very breath refill her lungs, she passed completely out.

Panic filled those very lungs now as she gazed at this beautiful angel that shared her bed. Her eyes slipped shut as guilt fell over her in waves. She couldn't believe that she let this happen; how did she get so weak? Deep down she knew this was so wrong, but then why did it feel so god damn good? None of her ex-husbands or ex-lovers, had never, ever made her feel one tenth what Andy made her feel last night. Realization suddenly hit her. Oh god, and then I passed out. I've never done that before! How embarrassing!

Her body began to thrum with brand new desire as she gazed at the bare leg and half an ass cheek that the sheet had forgot to cover. Clenching her teeth, she averted her gaze to the ugly painting on the wall. "You idiot," she hissed to herself.

She finally got up the nerve to reach over and nudge Andrea's shoulder, shaking her gently. "Andrea."

Andy made a soft sound, half protest, half sensual anticipation, and the combination made Miranda smile, and then realizing she was smiling, she groaned and rolled her eyes. She waited as she watched Andrea force her eyelids open, brown eyes clouded with sleep before finally focusing on the woman in bed with her.

"Mmmm, good morning," Andy husked deeply, trying to reach out for the other woman and finding that she was too far away.

"You need to leave," Miranda grumbled harshly, even though her heart was breaking.

"What?" Andy sat bolt upright and stared around wildly. "Why?"

Miranda quickly got out of bed, snatched her robe and swiftly tied the tie. "Now, Andrea."

Andy shot her a look and then rolled out of bed to find her panties off the floor.

The vision of a naked Andrea bending over and searching through the clothing scattered on the floor was threatening Miranda's resolve, and it took every ounce of self-control for her to not close the distance and ravage that beautiful body once more. "By all means, move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me," she hissed in a sexually frustrated breath.

"Miranda, what is going on?"

"What is going on is that I am trying to get you to leave," she pointed out dryly.

Andy huffed her bangs out of her eyes as she shimmied into her underwear, then finally found her shirt and slipped it on, not even bothering with her bra. Sighing, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and stared at the woman with the hard scowl on her face, watching her intently. "Okay, I give. Why do you want me to leave?"

"Because….. you shouldn't be here in the first place. In fact, isn't there some place you need to be this morning?"

Andy's eyes finally landed on the clock by the bed and seeing the time she knew Miranda was right, she needed to get back to the Villa and shower and change before the photo shoot with Runway's team. She scratched at her head as she tried to find her shorts. "Yeah, I suppose you are right."

"I am always right," Miranda tossed. "I need to shower and change myself before I call Emily to confirm our flight."

"So," Andy began as she pulled her shorts on. "I guess you won't be at the photo shoot after all?"

"Now why would I do that? I am getting out of here today. There isn't any other reason why I need to stay," she stated bluntly.

Andy's heart began to shatter at the icy tone in Miranda's voice. She stared at her for a moment, seeing how she was all walls up, and then gave her an exuberant eye roll as she strode across the room in three quick steps. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Excuse me? Now why in the hell would you actually believe that there is something going on here?" Miranda challenged, with a hard edginess in her tone. "I am showering, and I expect you gone by the time I am finished." She carefully stepped around the younger woman and closed the door to the bathroom without even looking back.

Tears quickly filled Andy's eyes. She wanted to tell Miranda she wasn't going to leave, not until they talked about it, but the way she acted pissed her off, and she wasn't in the mood. She grabbed her car keys and slammed the hotel door shut, and decided that Miranda was right, there wasn't any reason why she needed to stay. Yeah, she told herself that over and over, but the pain in her heart told her differently.

…..

"Okay, Ms. Sachs it's time to shine," Annie said with an assured smile as she prepared to get some shots of Andy in Old Town next to some pueblo huts. Tumbleweeds and a single juniper tree fell as a back drop, along with the decrepit aged windmill that looked as if it may fall down at any moment. Click after snap after click Andy did what Annie told her to do, and soon she fell into a rhythm even though she had very little experience with modeling. Andy just told herself over and over that it was a form of acting and she could do this. Most of the shots were easy, especially the serious ones, since she was not in the mood at all to smile. So when Annie wanted a few of them, they all felt forced and she even heard Annie groan.

"Seriously, Ms. Sachs, I know you can give me better than that," she exhaled harshly through a half opened weary lip. She wiped the sweat from her brow and then pulled at the loosely lightweight cotton shirt from her chest, trying to vent it.

Andy blew out a tired breath, trying to ignore the heat, and boy it was getting hotter and hotter as the day went on. She didn't say a word to Annie, she just endeavored on. She desperately wanted this over with so she could get out of here and get packed and just get back to L.A and try to forget what happened last night with her former boss.

Flashes of the night scorched through again and again, and it was making her almost go mad. Grateful for the shade and for the cold glass of lemonade the tired assistant gave her, she leaned back against the rough brick, cocking her knee up as she rested the heel of her boot alongside it as well.

Taking a slow sip of her drink, she closed her eyes, and then without thinking she pressed the sweaty glass against her forehead. Unbeknownst to her, Annie took some shots of her like this.

Still trying to relax in her five minute break, she kept her eyes closed as visions of a hot sexy older woman invaded those very thoughts.

Miranda hadn't planned on going to the photo shoot in Old Town, but she had yet to say hello to her good friend Annie. Well that was what she was telling herself. Hell, it was a good deal to get her to fly out to New Mexico for this shoot, and a good deal of money as well, but she knew the end result was going to be well worth it. And since she couldn't get Testino, she knew Annie was the only other one who would give Andrea the justice she deserved.

"How's it?" Annie blinked up in surprise at seeing the fashion editor standing there. She was told she wouldn't be here and now seeing her out in this awful desert heat made her lips twist in a wry grin.

"Going great," Annie informed, her tone soft.

That's when Miranda finally spotted Andrea leaning against the wall of the old shack. Right away her heart caught hard in her throat at seeing the younger woman dressed in what she had personally picked out for her. It was a Ralph Lauren Theresa fringe leather skirt that showed off her long legs, legs that she had the honor of kissing and tasting only hours before. She felt heat spread through her as that memory flooded through every part of her body. She frantically tried to focus in on the southwest jewelry that she had bought just days ago, but then that just made her eyes center on other parts of the younger woman that she found she wanted to touch, a touch that she knew she would never get to experience again.

"I…I am um…. I am glad to hear that." Miranda's voice was a mere croak, but at least she was still capable of voicing her opinion and giving orders. "I want this done efficiently as possible. I will not be here to oversee this, so I expect the best from you." She swallowed, as she dared to toss a glance toward Andrea. "And from her; do you understand?"

"I got that the first time," Annie recited. "Is that the only reason you came down here?" The photographer gave Miranda a strange look. "I seriously can't remember the last time you checked on my work. So why now?"

It was true, Miranda stopped checking on Annie's work years ago. So now caught, Miranda fumed out a quiet breath. "Fine, this isn't about you, I am more worried about her." She stared at the brunette who was still oblivious that she was even there.

Annie followed Miranda's line of sight, already knowing who she was looking at. "I assure you she's doing great; you're going to have a beautiful spread." Then Annie sighed. "Although, I do have to mention to you that her smile seems a little forced."

Miranda's heart sped up knowing that was probably on her, but however that could be, there was no way she was going to admit that. "Will it still turn out?"

"I'm sure it will, we will also do some black and white shots of her for you."

"Fine," she said more sternly, and it must have been louder, because now Andrea was on her way over to them.

"Miranda," Andy said, with dark determination in her eyes. Trying not to show Miranda any kind of weakness, she hardened her scowl, and then softened it when she looked to Annie. "I'm ready to get this done so I can get out of here."

"Sure." Annie held up the camera and turned back to the fashion editor. "Back to work."

Miranda didn't know what came over her. "A moment, Andrea," she said firmly.

Andy waited for Annie to walk off. "What?" she snarled.

Miranda didn't want her presence to fuck up the photo shoot, and right now she wanted to make this right with this woman, if only for another hour or so. "I am sorry for how curt I was with you this morning. Please know that, and please know that I would like a word with you when this photo shoot is over."

Andy gave her a strange look. "Um, okay," she drawled slowly.

"Run along," Miranda waved her on.

Andrea turned to walk back over to the photographer, but then twisted back to Miranda. "Are you staying?"

"Yes," Miranda answered simply, and even went as far as answering her with a smile. "So we can talk."

Hope filled Andrea's chest and she smiled back at Miranda, her eyes shining with happiness as she turned and headed off toward Annie.

Annie noticed Andy's radiant smile as soon as she walked over to her and immediately began snapping picture after picture.

Miranda fought the sting of tears burning at the corner of her eyes. It pained her to know what she had to do next. God, she could be a ruthless bitch, and the things she did to sell magazines came with a price…a price even her own heart had to pay.