Chapter 14

Andy sat in her study trying to work on her new book. Her previous book "The Missing," was still number one on the New York Times Best Sellers List for the first 28 weeks after its release. Her publisher was sure that it would stay there until at least the end of the year. Andy normally stopped thinking about her books the second she wrote those magical words "The End." Of course, this book was different. The story of the missing women and the one that was found had changed her life forever. First, it had brought Allie into her family. The girl was bright and witty and fit in with her girls like they were sisters instead of cousins. The reunion with Elise had been good but they had quickly learned that her time as a captive had taken a toll on the woman. The cheerful outgoing young woman she had known was now skittish and scared. It had broken Andy's heart to see Elise so broken.

Both she and Miranda had fully supported Elise's decision to temporarily commit herself to a private institution that specializes in post-traumatic stress disorder. Elise had demonstrated all of the signs of PTSD but everyone had ignored it until things finally came to a head one afternoon. Allie had called Andy in a panic saying that her mother was sitting in a corner and she would not stop crying. After that day Allie had come to live with the Priestley's. Once Elise came out of her near-catatonic state she quickly realized that if Allie had really needed her help she was in no position to give it.

Allie too had symptoms of PTSD but her mother had done her best to keep the violence that her kidnapper dished out away from her daughter. Allie had therapy sessions twice a week and was always accompanied by herself, Miranda, aunt Ellen or Aunt Anna.

Andy was pulled away from her dark thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. Right on time, she thought as she got up to answer the door. Stephanie Reyes stood on her doorstep.

"Hey, come on in," she said to the tall raven haired Hispanic woman.

Stephanie entered and was ushered into Andy's study.

"What do you have for me?" Andy asked excitedly.

Reyes handed over an envelope with her trademark half smile. Andy quickly took the envelope and dived right in. After five minutes of looking she found the nugget of gold.

"Holy shit," Andy said looking at her guest for confirmation.

The slight head nod revealed to Andy that this was as big and she thought it might be. The book she was working on was a story about how a corrupt real estate deal made the current New York Governor a very rich man. She was now looking at evidence that tied that same man to the cover-up of a murder.

Andy had decided after her incident with Brian Davis that she needed to take fewer risks when it came to her research. After many conversations with Stephanie Reyes, Andy had made the woman an offer to not just be her researcher but to give her a writing credit on "The Missing," and on any future books that she collaborated on. She had been a little surprised at how easy it had been to talk the detective into taking her offer. She had later come to find out Stephanie had been deeply affected by her experience saving Elise and killing Brian. Reyes had come to feel responsible for Elise and now she was currently the only person on Elise's approved visitor list. Something about the former detective's no-nonsense personality gave Elise comfort. According to Reyes, Elise was working her way up to being able to visit with her daughter and the rest of her family. Reyes cleared her throat to get Andy's attention.

"So what's next?" the investigator inquired.

"We need to get as much information about the murder as we can."

"You can talk to the original detectives, while I talk to a friend who was an editor at the Times during that period."

Andy was excited about the impact this story could have. She had no problems with the Governor's political views but she had met the man on a number of occasions and did not think much of him as a person. More importantly, she was on the hunt to uncover the truth. In the end, the quest for truth more than anything else is what drove Andy Priestley.

The two women said their goodbyes and agreed to touch base in a few days evening.

"Are you coming to the wedding?" Andy asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Reyes responded.

Andy thought that she caught a little sadness in Stephanie's tone. Andy knew that Reyes and her Aunt's relationship was complicated but she could tell that her writing partner and new friend cared deeply for her aunt.

"I wish that Elise could be there too, but we both know that she is in the best place for her right now," Andy said.

Reyes acknowledged Andy's words but kept whether she agreed or not to herself.

Andy had just finished making plans to meet Allen Watson, her journalist friend, to discuss media coverage surrounding the murder of the current Governors old business partner when she heard the front door open and close. She started to get up to greet her wife when Miranda strode into the room. Andy stopped in her tracks as she watched Miranda enter. She was resplendent in a men's styled white suit with a blood red french cuff shirt underneath and four-inch heels. Andy's could instantly feel her skin break out in gooseflesh. This side of Miranda was so new to her. Andy had always found Miranda's dragon lady persona both powerful and highly erotic but this added hint of a masculine side added an entirely different dimension. To be honest it was driving her crazy how much she was into this side of the woman she loved.

She knew that the girls were spending the night with her mother and Anna so she just stood there waiting for Miranda to make the first move. She did not have to wait for long as her wife approached her.

"May I assume that you like what you see," Miranda almost purred.

Andy just nodded her head because she had been temporarily robbed of her ability to speak. Miranda's knowing chuckle only made things worse. Miranda's laugh was throaty and only added to her sex appeal. Miranda threw her head back as she continued laughing. When she brought her head back to level her perfect forelock dropped in front of her right eye at a very rakish angle. Miranda started to speak until she took a look into her wife's eyes. The look of sheer animal lust took Miranda's breath.

Without another word, Miranda turned on her heel and began to leave the room. As she crossed the threshold she looked over her shoulder and said, "Are you coming, Andrea."

Andy did not miss the double meaning of Miranda's last statement. She quickly shut down her computer and locked up her notes. She had learned her lesson about leaving this stuff around for little eyes to see.

By the time she got to the bedroom, she was surprised to see that Miranda was not in their bed or anywhere in sight. It took just a moment for Andy to realize that Miranda was in her closet. That disappointed Andy greatly because she most certainly did not want her wife to change clothes.

Miranda appeared a moment later wearing the same outfit. Andy started to ask what she was doing in the closet but before she could form any words Miranda approached her. Before she knew what was happening Andy found herself being pushed backward on to their bed. In a flash, she was laying on her back with Miranda on top of her. Miranda Priestly was in Andy's opinion one of the great kissers of all time. If asked she could not tell you why Miranda was so good at it but she always seemed to know just what technique would drive Andy crazy at that very moment. This time was no different. Miranda was more aggressive than usual as she explored Andy's mouth with her very talented tongue.

Andy was already pretty worked up when Miranda went in for the kill. Miranda had learned very early in their relationship that the juncture between her neck and shoulder was a potent erogenous zone for the younger woman. She wisely chose her spots as to when to take advantage of this knowledge. Miranda was now attacking that spot with vigor. Andy moaned and began thrusting her hips up as she desperately tried to find a point of contact for her now throbbing clit. She let out a hiss of surprised pleasure when her body made contact with something hard in Miranda's pants. Andy reached out her hand and made contact between Miranda's legs. Her eyes got wide as saucers and she pulled her hand away realizing what she had just touched. The two of them had, of course, experimented with all types of aides but to date, it had always been Andy who wore the phallus. Andy looked into Miranda's eyes and nodded her head indicating that whatever Miranda wanted to do to her she was more than game.

Miranda pulled back and took off her jacket but left the rest of the outfit on. Andy drank in how sexy and in control Miranda looked before she approached the bed again. As Miranda approached Andy reached for the zipper on her slacks and pulled down the front facing zipper.

Miranda never wore the phallus for fear that she would look silly doing so. Andy now knew that she should not have feared that outcome. Instead, Miranda looked so damn sexy she could hardly stand it. As the phallus came free of the zipper, Andy could not take her eyes off of it. All of a sudden she could not wait another second; she pulled Miranda close and whispered take me now into her ear.

That apparently was all of the motivation Miranda needed. In a flash, Andy's skirt as pushed up toward her hips and her panties were off. The younger woman grunted with pleasure as she felt Miranda's weight drop down on her and phallus entered her warm center. They quickly settled into a rhythm meeting each other's thrust in near perfect timing. Andy locked eyes and was once again captivated by the intense blue eyes staring back at her. Andy had always been drawn to Miranda's eyes and now she could not look away. She kept her eyes open and staring at her stunning wife as her orgasm approached and then rolled over her in waves of pleasure.

Later she held Miranda as they both lay naked in bed. After a brief respite, she had more than returned the favor not resting until Miranda had reached climax twice. Now they lay relaxed as she told Miranda about her conversation with Reyes and what they were going to do next. She also told Miranda how the dress fitting had gone.

"Donatella really outdid herself this time," Andy gushed.

"Mom just lit up when she saw herself in the dress for the first time."

"I am glad she liked the dress," Miranda commented earnestly.

Andy reflected that Miranda and her mom had actually formed a tight bond during her time in Cincinnati General. Miranda told Andy about the tux fitting and how Ralph had surprised her with the white suit. She also relayed Cassidy's successful attempt to secure a date for the wedding with Emma.

"How do you feel about this," Andy asked.

"I believe that in many ways Cassidy is far more mature than Emma," Miranda answered.

"That is not to say that I believe that Emma is particularly immature or unworthy of our daughter's affection." she continued.

"I know what you mean, the girls did a lot of growing up when their father died," Andy commented.

"I know that I have said this before, but you did so much for them during that time," Miranda said.

"You helped them in ways that I simply was incapable of."

"We are a team Mrs. Priestly," Andy said.

"Indeed" was Miranda's simple reply.

Andy loved these moments with Miranda. As attracted as she was to Miranda physically, it was this Miranda she had fallen in love with. It was Miranda's brilliant, witty, dangerous mind that she loved most of all. She loved this complicated brilliant woman and she always would.

AN: I took 13 previous chapters to finally get our two ladies in bed. What was I thinking? Hope you all enjoy and as always I appreciate your comments.