"Will you allow me to order for us?" Miranda asked as the waiter arrived back at their table.

"Of course. I trust your taste implicitly," Andy said, offering Miranda a small wink.

Miranda smirked. She loved having the opportunity to be playful with the younger woman. "Alejandro, will you be a dear and get the usual for me and my beautiful dinner companion?" Miranda asked, her voice soft. "oh, and a bottle of the Chateau Petrus," she advised.

The waiter's eyes widened. That was the most expensive bottle they had. "Of course Ma'am, coming right up." He answered, leaving the table quickly.

"I have to say, I don't know how you do it," Andy said, chuckling as she blushed furiously.

"Whatever do you mean?" Miranda asked, momentarily confused.

"I mean, you order a meal and some wine and I am in awe. You do everything with such grace and it's...uh...a real...uhm...turn on." Andy admitted, whispering the last two words. She was surprised to see Miranda blush as she continued to smirk.

"Tell me about yourself " Miranda requested. "Tell me how you came to be in New York."

"Well, I'm originally from Ohio..." Andy started to speak and told Miranda how she grew up on the outskirts of Cincinnati but moved for college in Illinois. "...and then, after graduation, I came here to make a living as a journalist. I, of course, had some money saved for the start of my life here, which is all gone now, but I won't give up. I will fight for my dream and I'm sure I can make it. I'm actually not that bad of a writer." She stopped speaking and chuckled nervously when their dinner arrived. "Oh my, just listen to me babbling on. But this looks delicious," she stated, her mouth-watering. lol

"Enjoy, it's my favorite here," Miranda said as she placed her napkin on her lap.

"Thank you, Miranda. So how did you end up in New York?" Andy asked in return, wanting to know everything about the woman sat opposite her.

Miranda started to talk about her life in London. "I wasn't always wealthy. I was brought up by my parents in the East End of London. We lived in a large block of flats owned by the local council. I always dreamed of making a life for myself here in New York." She sighed. "My parents always told me that I would never make anything of myself, New York especially was seen as a pipe dream. I was told it was far too expensive a place to live and my situation in life was not one where dreaming big was practical. But I proved them wrong. Miriam Princhek from London became Miranda Priestly from New York. It is something I worked hard for and it wasn't an easy road to get where I am." She explained

"Wow, that's impressive and it also gives me hope..." Andy said as she put her fork in her mouth and hummed in delight as the flavors exploded against her tongue.

Miranda watched her every move, becoming distracted by the beautiful woman. "Yes, hope...I live on it." She offered absentmindedly while watching her.

Andy caught her gaze as Miranda stared and smirked. "Will you tell me about your children?" She asked, not wanting to embarrass the woman who was clearly distracted by her.

"I have twins, Caroline and Cassidy." Miranda shook herself out of her daydream.

"Such beautiful names, I bet they're a handful." Andy chuckled.

She was surprised when Miranda joined in. "Oh, you don't know half of it. They are eleven going on thirty. They know exactly what they want, so yes, they are quite a handful but they are also the most valuable thing in my life. I love them dearly." Miranda stated.

Andy teared up for a second. "Oh, my god. The way you talk about them...I can definitely sense how much you love them."

Time flew by as they both talked about their lives more. Miranda told her about her first and second marriage and how ugly her last divorce had been.

Andy told her about her life in Ohio, her family and how her parents didn't approve of her choice to move to New York with her boyfriend. She spoke of how she met Nate, how he treated her in the beginning and how much he had changed.

"I can relate to that, Andréa." She said as she put her hand over Andy's and caressed her lightly.

"You know, it feels so good to have a civilized conversation for once. I really enjoyed this evening with you, Miranda. I wish..." Andy stalled as she looked down and tapped her lips with her napkin.

"...for us to do this more often?" Miranda questioned. Andy's head shot up. "Because if so, I can admit to feeling the same way. I have enjoyed your company greatly this evening, Andréa." Andy looked at Miranda in surprise, not expecting that Miranda could ever feel the same way."Now, are you ready to leave?" Miranda asked, smiling.

"Not really, no," Andy admitted. "I really don't want tonight to end. Plus, I have to go home to you know who and I'm sure it won't be very pleasant," she sighed.

Miranda grew concerned. "He won't hurt you, right? I can arrange a suite for you if you'd feel it would be best?" She added.

"I don't think he'll hurt me…" Andy said, a little hesitantly.

"I can tell you're not a hundred percent sure about that though, Andréa. I don't want you to be hurt or treated badly by him. If I may say so, he doesn't deserve you." Miranda said, signing the chit quickly. "You are far too good for him."

They stood up and walked out toward the elevator. Once inside Andy leaned back against the wall and sighed contemplating on what to do. She felt Miranda, watching her before her hand was grabbed and squeezed lightly. She laced their fingers together and they looked in each other's eyes and almost drowned.

"I know I shouldn't be thinking this, while still, kind of, being in a relationship, but I really would like to kiss you now," Andy said, taking a ragged breath.

Miranda only heard she wanted to kiss her. Her mind went blank and she was on fire. Stepping into her personal space, she licked her lips and her hand rose to caress her cheek. She looked at Andy's lips hungrily. "Please, may I have one little goodnight kiss, Andréa?" She whispered. She was so turned on.

Andy's breathing deepened and she couldn't help but let it happen.

Miranda didn't wait for a reply but leaned in slowly, giving her enough time to react and push her away.

But she didn't.

Their eyes closed and their lips met for the first time. Warmth rushed through their bodies as they felt the softness of each other's lips.

Miranda moaned quietly and Andy couldn't help but hold on to her waist for dear life as she started to move her lips. She was eager to slip her tongue inside Andy's mouth, but before she could the elevator let out a shrill ding, signaling its arrival on the ground floor. Pulling back, she saw how frustrated Andy looked at their inability to take things further. The obvious effect she had on the woman, pleased her.

"Let's go," Miranda whispered and pulled her out of the elevator towards the waiting Towncar.

Once inside Andy looked over at Miranda. "Miranda, that felt absolutely incredible. I seriously wish we didn't have to stop," she admitted, her face flushed.

"Well, who said we had to?" Miranda asked pushing the button for the privacy screen.

TBC