It was really easy spending time with Miranda and the twins. Over dinner, Miranda was relaxed and at her most charming and the twins chattered happily. Frankly, it was the kind of night that would easily turn into a wonderful memory that she carried through the years.
Andy was stunned by the ease in which Miranda expressed her feelings. As they walked side-by-side towards the park after dinner, with the twins skipping ahead, she took her hand and held it lightly as she cast swift glances at her, as if ensuring herself of her comfort and happiness. There were no mixed singles, just her and the woman she adored, simply gazing at each other reassuring themselves that the other was there beside her.
Their arrival at the Wollman Rink had Miranda producing four multi-use passes and showing her reservation for the public session before she waved the twins off and they charged towards the lockers.
She led Andy to the Pro shop to pursue the skates available, brushing away the salesperson who pounced. "An eight, I believe," Miranda muttered to herself, glancing at a chart. "A two-sixty-five." She pointed to a pair of Figure Skates and a pair of Blade Guards. "I believe these will be suitable, but the blades will need sharpening." The salesperson rushed to get her what she wanted quickly and she waved Andy to a seat as a box was handed to her. She offered her AMEX Centurion Card with a flourish as the young man rushed away.
"Couldn't we just hire some skates?" Andy asked, thumping down onto the low stool.
Miranda's eyes widened and her lips pursed. "No." The denial was firm and seeing Andy about to argue, she explained. "We cannot tell if the staff maintain or sanitize the skates after each particular hire and since I have purchased a season pass, the costs involved will be recouped." Her lips twitched. "Eventually." Se caught Andy's eyes. "I didn't think to ask, black or white?"
Andy was confused. "Huh?" She queried dumbly.
"The skates, Andréa. Would you prefer black or white?"
"Oh." Andy looked down at the black skates in Miranda's hands. "Oh, black's fine." She blushed. "Why did you choose these one's?" She asked curiously.
"They are similar to what the twins and I have. The Jackson Ultima Excel are suitable for beginners through to immediate skaters. They have a removable blade and are rather lightweight and comfortable with additional ankle padding and reinforced lining. As you can imagine, they will need breaking in and it will take time to do so." As she spoke, Miranda pulled Andy's boots off and replaced them with the skates. "Stand up and lightly kick the wall there." She told her, nodding her head behind her. "Do so until your toes touch the front of the skates."
Andy was shocked. "I can't kick a wall." She insisted.
Miranda grinned. "I'm sure no one will mind, and should someone raise a fuss, I can always make a call and have Donald handle it."
"You can't call him." Andy blustered.
"Why ever not?" Miranda queried teasingly. "Now, I don't know if you are used to the ice or have skated before, so please, trust me."
"I do," Andy stated. "I trust you with my life, Miranda." She smiled softly at Miranda's look of surprise.
"Good." Miranda breathed. "Now, there should be a small gap between your heel and the heel of the skate boot. If there's no gap and your toes are touching the front of the skate, that means the skate is too small and you'll need a bigger size." She advised.
Andy shook her head and stood. Turning her back on the woman, she took two steps, wriggling her toes happily as she moved but before she reached the wall, she bent and pushed her index and middle fingers behind her heel. She heard Miranda gasp and smirked as she straightened. "I think they're a good fit." Turning back to Miranda, her smirk grew to see her flushed and sat back down in front of her.
Miranda was still sat on her heels and pulled Andy's foot towards her, wedging it between their thighs as she tightened the laces. "Your skates should feel snug and a little uncomfortable, but they should not hurt your feet. If your feet feel bruised, please tell me." She grabbed the laces at the third eyelet and pulled it tight before pulling again, making it even tighter. She continued the same until she reached Andy's ankle and created a comfortable tightness that would still offer support. Once at the top she finished the process with a tight pull of the laces and a neat bow and moved to the other foot, lacing the skate quickly and efficiently. "Now you're ready to skate, darling." She instructed. "If at any stage you feel your ankles don't have much support and are bending towards the ice, it means your skates are too loose around your ankles and I'll re-tie them. Also, if at any stage you feel unsafe, advise me and I shall assist you. Okay?"
"Okay," Andy agreed happily.
The salesperson returned, handing Miranda her card and the blades in their guards. She nodded to the young man and eased herself to her feet before holding her hand out to Andy. "Shall we?" She smirked.
Andy took her hand and was tugged forcefully to her feet. "Yes, Miranda."
~x~
Winter in New York City was Miranda's favourite time of the year, even when it grew cold. She knew she was lucky to live so close to Central Park and she appreciated it.
Surrounded by tall, lush trees with the taller skyscraper's peeking out just beyond them, Miranda loved the way the sky contrasted against the lights of the city that never slept. As far as she was concerned this was a truly magical location. It was perfection.
The rink, when they arrived, was packed. The holiday season was almost upon them and it was clear from the way many of the skaters hugged the outer wall as they inched around the rink, that many had never skated before. Interspersed with these people were the more talented skaters, those that weaved in and out of the crowd, including her twins and the staff who worked there.
She helped Andréa onto the ice and still holding her hand, kicked off towards the centre of the rink. When her skate slid a little on a small puddle, Andréa's arms wrapped around her tightly before she brought them to a standstill.
Andréa moved in front of her with a smile, a blue beanie pulled low on her head. Gloved fingers brushed her hair from her face and she looked up into twinkling eyes. "You okay?" Andréa asked, with a small chuckle.
"Fine." Miranda huffed in frustration and felt the blush rise over her cheeks. She had desperately wanted to impress the other woman without leaving her intimidated. Instead, she had shown herself to be less than graceful and it made her feel vulnerable, although having Andréa's arm around her was a bonus she hadn't expected. She wondered how Andréa had caught her so easily. "Let's skate." She insisted, inching away but slipping her hand back into Andréa's and pulling her alongside her.
Miranda could hardly concentrate on moving one leg in front of the other, her brain was focused on Andréa's hand in hers and how wonderfully right it felt.
The cold air of the ice rink calmed her initial embarrassment but distracted as she was, she failed to notice the two small redheads flying quickly towards them. They barrelled into them and for a split second, she watched in horror as Andréa tripped, plunging forward towards the ice. Her heart lurched and she immediately manoeuvred to grab her and keep her upright. "I have you, darling. Don't worry." She tried to reassure. Her arms supported Andréa around the waist and their faces were close as she pulled her securely into her arms.
"Wow, you're stronger than you look." Andréa beamed one of her megawatt smiles at her and her heart fluttered.
She felt a rush of exhilaration at the sensation of Andréa's breath against her lips. All she would need to do was reach up slightly and her lips would be against the other woman's. She watched intently as Andréa's eyes flickered to her lips as she licked hers, making them glisten invitingly.
"Selfie," Cassidy yelled excitedly.
Her daughter's voice grabbed her attention from the full, luscious lips that held her captive and the moment was lost. She settled Andréa back onto her feet and spun around to face the twins. "You need to be more careful, Bobbsey's." She warned. "Not everyone is as proficient on the ice as you two."
Cassidy scowled. "We'll be more careful, mom."
"We promise," Caroline muttered.
Andréa broke the tension. "We can do better than a selfie., Cassi." Her smile was bright as looked at the three of them and took her cellphone from her pocket. With a graceful twist, she started skating backwards with the device held between her hands. "Come on, ladies. Smile."
Both of Miranda's hands were taken and she was pulled forward between her daughters. She bent a little and stared at the woman challengingly for a second before finding herself smiling at the sight of Andréa gliding gracefully on the ice. It was a pleasant surprise and the confidence she displayed was rather sexy.
Miranda felt her cell vibrate and Andréa tucked hers back into her pocket and she knew she'd have various photos to act as a remembrance of this moment.
When the twins broke away and took off, racing each other over the ice, she moved forward and her arm wrapped around Andréa's waist as she spun around her. "Thank you, Andréa." She whispered, coming to a slow stop beside her.
"Anytime," Andréa replied gently, taking her hands.
"You're full of surprises, Andréa Sachs," Miranda claimed. "You made it seem as if you couldn't ice skate when in fact, I believe you are rather proficient in the ice. Where did you learn?"
"I began to figure skate in my teens. I spent most of my free time between the school paper and the rink. I was originally interested in playing ice hockey, but I sucked." Andréa grinned as she pulled her closer and twirled them around.
"You're just showing off now," Miranda smirked up at her.
"You bet I am." Andréa smiled, her dimples flashing. "How else would I get to impress the most impossible-to-impress woman in New York City?"
With Andréa still skating backwards and Miranda moving forward, their hands entwined between them, she glanced up at her. "You do impress me, very much so. You always have." Miranda stated. "And for such a long time now, when we saw each other, you became the only person in the room. It is rather intoxicating and quite terrifying." She admitted quietly.
"When you enter a room, everything else just fades away," Andréa responded with just as much honesty. "You were the only person I noticed too." She exhaled shakily. "Will you go on a date with me, Miranda?"
"What on Earth do you think this is, darling?" Miranda found herself smirking. "I do honestly believe we have been dating for quite some time now."
Andréa smiled. "Wow! How did I miss that?"
"We simply didn't deign to put that particular name to it, darling." Miranda turned her face away shyly. "But rest assured, I have not dated anyone else since you re-entered my life. I could not consider being with anyone else while I held hope for more."
~x~
Miranda's hips moved against Andy's as she ground into her thigh, pleasuring herself. All she wanted was to give in to her desire to lie the editor down on her bed, taste her lips and fuck her into oblivion.
They had only stepped into Miranda's study so she could grab her car keys to take her home, but Andy had been unable to stop herself from pressing against Miranda and trailing kisses over her jaw and neck until she spun around in her arms to kiss her properly while propelling her back against the wall.
Andy pressed her lips hungrily against Miranda's, inviting her tongue into her mouth and, once there, she closed her full lips around it and began gently sucking on it.
Miranda gasped, her back arched and she began to shudder as an orgasm ripped through her.
Andy was surprised by the effect she had on the other woman but continued to lovingly caress Miranda's lips with her own, occasionally sucking her tongue and keeping her body firmly pressed against hers. Her low moans overwhelmed her and she wanted nothing more than to be forever the cause of the beautiful noise.
Andy broke the kiss when Miranda sighed and her hips stopped moving but she could feel herself trembling. She was so insanely turned on.
"Here." Miranda husked, pressing her palm against Andy's aching core over her jeans. "Let me." Her fingers caressed over the denim firmly.
The pressure was intense and she rode out the waves of the climax that engulfed her. She let out a low, keening wail and Miranda held her up as she sagged, panting heavily. Frankly, she was impressed that she had the strength to stand at all. She nuzzled into Miranda's neck, placing a soft kiss behind her ear.
"Well, that was unexpected." Andy hummed. Pulling back, she looked into Miranda's trying to read her feelings. She leaned in and nuzzled into her neck and Miranda turned her head and pressed her lips to hers.
Andy responded in kind, savouring the taste and sensation of Miranda's lips against hers.
One kiss made way for another, and soon enough they were making out. One of Andy's hand rested on Miranda's hip while the other rubbed the back of her neck at her hairline.
Eventually, Andy broke the kiss, her hands moving to hold Miranda's face between her palms. "You okay?" She asked.
"Will you stay–with me?" Miranda asked hesitantly, her eyes expressing her vulnerability.
She had not seen such unguarded vulnerability in Miranda's eyes, since that final fateful night in Paris.
Over their time together, she was often vastly overwhelmed by Miranda's assertiveness and confidence, so seeing this side of her again was unexpected, to say the least.
And yet, Andy loved being able to see this side of her. She felt trusted and it made her want more. "Yes." Her voice held no uncertainty. "I would love that." She admitted, pleased she'd been able to voice her coherent agreement without stammering.
Miranda slipped her hand into hers, pulling her gently out of the room and towards the stairs. "I need to see to the twins, but–" She faltered and her eyes closed. "–I know they are too old to be tucked in, but I enjoy it." She admitted.
She smiled softly. "Hey," Andy stopped her. "No matter what age we become, there are times we need the comfort only our mom can provide." She frowned.
Miranda pulled away and her lips pursed. "Is that the kind of comfort you are seeking from me? A mother figure?"
Her eyes widened in shock. "Hell no." Andy scoffed. "What I feel for you goes so far beyond that." She turned Miranda around, looking down at her. "I am not looking for a mother figure. I'm looking for a future partner, a wife–"
"A wife?" Miranda squeaked.
"–someone I can make a life with." Andy finished. She felt herself blush as she grew flustered. "Well–" She tugged her hand free and brushed her fingers through her bangs. "–you know, I–"
Miranda's lips twitched up into a small smirk at her and everything became a blur when she leaned in and pressed her lips against hers, her hand resting lightly against her cheek. "You are rather adorable." She murmured against her lips. She pulled back and took her hand to lead her up the stairs.
Since her knees still felt a bit wobbly from their kisses and caresses, Miranda's hand in hers offered her stability. It was a sweet gesture and surprisingly reassuring. It left her feeling that this new connection was vastly important to Miranda.
~x~
Tucking the twins into bed were the work of a few minutes but what surprised her was Caroline's request, just as she was leaving the room if she could ask 'Andy' to come and say goodnight. Exiting the room, Miranda caught Andréa's eyes. "Caroline has asked if you will go in and tell her goodnight."
"Sure thing." Andréa agreed, brushing past her and entering Caroline's room. She caught the chirpy greeting. "Hey kiddo, you all ready to sleep?"
Caroline's voice was muffled and she couldn't hear the words. Shuffling slightly, she peered around the partly open door and her eyes widened in surprise.
Andréa was bent over Caroline, her hands on the comforter at either side of her, just as if she had been ticking it more securely around her. Caroline's arms were around Andréa's neck, her face buried against her shoulder as she mumbled into it. She watched as Andréa's long arms wrapped around her daughter and held her close in their warmth. She caught her words of reassurance. "I promise, Care, I won't leave again."
"Are you staying tonight?" Caroline asked.
"Your mom asked if I would," Andréa admitted. "And I'd like to, but only if it's okay with you."
"I don't ever want you to leave." Caroline declared.
Andréa pulled back slightly and caught Caroline's eyes and smiled down at her. "Well, I might have to go home eventually, you know, to change my undies and whatnot."
"Ewww." Caroline scrunched her nose up adorably causing Andréa to laugh and pull her into another hug.
Miranda bit back a small snigger and stepped away quietly, wanting to give them the privacy to chat as they needed. Easing herself on the bottom step of the stairs leading up to her rooms, she allowed her thoughts to roam to the moments she and Andréa had shared that day. The shared meals, soft yet passionate kisses, handholding and ice-skating had made for the perfect of days. She couldn't remember the last time she had experienced such an incredible day.
Miranda found she was a little embarrassed about her lack of control in her study, and yet at the same time, she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. It had made her want so much more.
The warmth of the brunette settling beside her pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced at her. She knew there would never be anyone who could rock her world the way this woman had. She understood what they could build together was love, the likes of which she had never experienced before.
In Andréa she would have someone faithful in all ways. The fact she had been known to shut out those who spoke badly about her had shown she was loyal.
Andréa smiled happily. "So, a little birdy just told me you sing or hum on the morning's after seeing me?" She nudged her shoulder gently. "I think I'd like to witness that."
"It is almost certain you will, one day." Miranda felt herself blushing. "After seeing you, I often find myself thinking of you. I can be doing some mundane task, like brewing coffee, looking through my emails or at uninspiring proofs and my mind simply drifts off to some recent memory of us in those little moments we share." She licked her lips. "I laugh more with you." She admitted.
Andréa's smile widened before she giggled. "That's 'cause I'm a funny fu–"
"Please do not finish that sentence, darling." Miranda insisted, interrupting her.
"–ker." She bit her lip. "Ooops." Andréa blushed. "Sorry."
Miranda shook her head. "What am I going to do with you, Andréa?"
"Just let me love you, Miranda," Andréa replied gently. "I swear I won't be like the others. I won't hurt you." She paused for a moment, her face serious. "Like you, my mind goes over every wonderful detail of our evenings together, each magical moment that has made me fall so deeply in love with you, all over again, that I sometimes question how I ever thought what I had with Nate, or the others before him, was love. And then I find myself wondering–" She stalled, clearly unsure whether to continue.
"What?" Miranda breathed.
"–if you hold the same feelings." Andréa finished.
"Isn't that rather obvious by now?" Miranda scowled. "Andréa, I am your biggest fan." She insisted. "And because of that, I hope when you imagine your future, I am there, and we are creating a beautiful life together. I hope every time you think, 'One day, I'll–' it ends with '–with you.' and the 'you' will be me." She admitted.
"One day, I'll publish a best-selling book, make a million bucks and travel the world–" Andréa smiled at her softly. "–with you, Miranda."
Miranda felt her lips twitch. "A book?" She questioned. "You have never mentioned this ambition before, my darling, but if it's a dream you have, I am certain you shall achieve it."
"How could I possibly fail when I have you in my corner?" Andréa asked.
~x~
They settled back in the small library side-by-side on the large Chesterfield and Miranda handed her the thick, leather-bound portfolio she'd picked up from her study.
Andy looked down and flicked open the first page to see a newspaper clipping, of an obituary of all things. She scanned the words and frowned at their familiarity. She sat back, trying to wrack her brain as to why the words seemed so familiar until realisation dawned.
She had just read her own words.
She flipped to a random page and read again, this time it was a small local interest piece about a group of elderly residents in Chelsea who had created an allotment to provide fresh fruit and vegetables to those less fortunate than themselves, but who had encountered a spate of break-ins.
"I liked that one," Miranda admitted. "I donated to them, you know, after reading of their plight, and I received quite a wonderful response to thank me. They advised that they had used the funds to secure their shed and install some surveillance equipment." She stated. "The last time I heard from them, they were doing rather well and had not had another break-in."
"Oh wow." Andy was amazed by the gesture. Looking back down, she flicked through the pages, easily recognising her own words reflected at her. "You truly are my biggest fan, aren't you?"
"I am. I will always be your biggest supporter, Andréa. I want you to achieve whatever it is your heart desires. I–" Miranda faltered. "–I was wrong when I said you were my biggest disappointment. You have been one of my greatest sources of satisfaction, albeit at a distance. Seeing you thrive, has been an absolute joy to behold." Miranda shook her head. "My dissatisfaction came from knowing I would not be the catalyst of your success."
"But you are," Andy admitted. "You made me want to prove you wrong."
She felt Miranda slip her hand into hers, and when Andy didn't say anything further, Miranda sidled closer. "You did prove me wrong and I'm glad of it. Otherwise, I would not have had cause to hope that we would eventually meet as equals."
Andy sighed. "When I first started at the Mirror, I worked harder than any of my peers in an attempt to gain an advantage, I put in long hours and after some time, burnt myself out and had to take a leave of absence."
"I must admit, I noticed the slight gap in your articles and almost queried it with Nigel," Miranda stated. "It was three months. What did you do with the time?"
"I went back to Ohio for a week or so, but I couldn't settle. I found the constraints of my family difficult after experiencing the freedom of life outside of their control, so I returned to the City. I used my time away from the Mirror to work out what I wanted from my life. Eventually, I realised moving up would need much more than hard work. I needed to learn to work smarter, but at the same time, I didn't want to become a brown-noser or have to step on other people to move up." Andy smiled. "So I made myself indispensable, helping my colleagues rather than simply concentrating on my work, which I still somehow consistently delivered upon."
"I never expected anything else than for you to work towards your dreams. I'm just sorry you had to burn yourself out." Miranda stated. "I'm surprised your editor didn't do anything to stop it from happening."
"He tried. But I wasn't particularly open to him." Andy revealed. "Because of your recommendation, I felt I had to prove myself."
Miranda closed her eyes and swallowed deeply. "I'm so–"
"No, please. No apologies." Andy interrupted. "I need you to understand I don't hold those words against you, Miranda." She took a shuddering breath. "I was so naive. Back then, I felt like the world owed me something just because I'd gone to college and worked my ass off. I still had so much to learn, and yes, I also had to prove myself. That's life. But I did learn, and you, well–you were the catalyst for that. You taught me an invaluable lesson and for that, you will always have my gratitude."
"Just your gratitude?" Miranda asked.
Andy found herself smiling. "Well, it's a given that I already gave you my heart. Surely the rest is just superfluous?"
"Oh, I don't know about that," Miranda stated. "I think the rest makes me even more fortunate."
~x~
Miranda locked the door behind her once they stepped inside her bedroom and immediately eased her feet out of her Prada heels. On bare feet, she pushed Andréa against the wall, her lips pressing against her neck. "You seemed to enjoy being pressed into the wall like this," she teased hotly against the shell of her ear.
Andréa moaned as hot lips continued to kiss the skin of her neck and behind her ear.
Miranda was delighted by the noise, seeing it as an indication to continue making her moan. Biting down playfully, she spoke again. "You are so beautiful, my darling." She sucked the skin beneath her lips. "And all I want–I want you–want to–" she nipped the skin again causing Andréa to hiss. "–taste you."
Her hands cupped Andréa's breasts as she placed kisses down her neck slowly, hoping the teasing touch offered an almost unbearable build-up of pleasure that would see the younger woman shattering in her arms. When she finally nuzzled at the space between her breasts and kissed the shadowed valley between them, Andréa let out a keening moan that had her flooding her panties.
Keeping her touch deliberately slow and soft, she sprinkled sensual kisses over the parts of Andréa's body revealed by her hands until she peeled away the shirt she wore, leaving her standing in her bra and jeans. The cool air made her shiver and Miranda watched as her nipples hardened in response. Unable to resist, her hands moved to the back clasp and with a twist of her wrist, she unclipped it and pulling it away so it fell between them, she bent slightly and wrapped her lips around her right nipple, sucking it gently.
In response. Andréa threw her head back and groaned. "Oh, fuck–yes!"
Miranda let go to switch breasts and her tongue swirled delicately around the left nipple and areola, causing goosebumps to rise over Andréa's arms and a shiver to rush down her spine. She could feel the brunette trembling as she gasped and panted and recognised she was close to her second orgasm of the night. She straightened up slowly and taking Andréa's hand in hers, walked back towards the large bed, pulling her along with her. "Come, my darling." She urged with a soft smile.
"I was just about to, love," Andréa whined.
Miranda let go of her hand and started to ease the sweater over her head to toss it aside, Andréa whimpered softly. Her bra followed suit and dropping her hands to the button of her jeans, her fingers hovered, suddenly nervous under the intense gaze of the young woman. She lowered her eyes and her hands rose to cover her stomach. She did want Andréa but she was suddenly so self-conscious.
Andréa shook herself and stepping close used a single finger to raise her chin. "Hey, it's okay." She assured. "If you want, we can just lie together and maybe sleep." She shrugged. "There's no rush." She led Miranda to the bed before letting go of her hand and unfastening her jeans. She let them pool at her feet and kicked them away. "It's okay. As I said, we don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
"It's not that I don't want–I do, it's just–" Miranda's eyes fell closed at the sight of the smooth, flawless, almost naked, radiant woman in front of her. She took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to bring moisture to her suddenly dry throat. Stepping back, she pulled her hands away to uncover herself. "–look at me, Andréa, I am no longer a young–"
"You're so fucking beautiful, Miranda." Andréa insisted firmly. "You take my breath away."
Miranda's eyes blazed open and she realised Andréa hadn't looked away from her face, or if she had she'd missed it. "But–" She tried.
"But nothing," Andréa stated, settling her hands on her waist lightly. "You're just you and I–I don't care about–well, I do care, but–" She sighed and closed her eyes briefly. "–I'm not explaining myself very well." She admitted, clearly frustrated with herself for her babbling.
Miranda smirked. "No, my darling, you aren't. But I believe I know what you mean to say."
Andréa's hands moved over her hips lightly, caressing the skin before skimming over her stomach. "To be honest, I never even thought this was a possibility, love. I expected to meet you today and for you to tell me you never wanted to see me again. But I need you to know how much I want you, all that you are right now and all that you will be twenty years from now when we're surrounded by your beautiful grandbabies who insist on calling me their Grandy." She glanced down at her and grinned.
Miranda's heart soared over the fact Andréa was taking of their future in the scope of decades as if it was perfectly normal. Trying to hide the blaze of happiness it caused, she pursed her lips and her eyebrow rose. "Grandy?"
Andréa nodded happily. "Yeah." She breathed. "It'll be awesome."
"I can see that happening and unquestionably they'll learn to call you that at your insistence." Miranda's lips twitched up into a small smile and she pushed herself close to nuzzle her face into the crook of Andréa's neck. "I believe it will be acceptable to have you as their Grandy, but the instant the twins find out and start to call you momdy is the moment I ship them off to boarding school."
"They'll be far too old for boarding school by then." Andréa chuckled lightly. "But I'll still provide a heads up, tomorrow."
"God, I love you." The admittance of her feelings came easily in the glow of Andréa's happiness. "And I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
"Will you let me love you?" Andréa asked hopefully.
"Yes." Miranda's fingers returned to the clasp of her jeans and unhooked it quickly and tugged at the zip. "Make love with me, Andréa." She hoped Andréa could see the distinction. This would be a joint activity, with two active participants. Looking up into her dark eyes, she saw she understood the request.
Andréa leaned in and kissed her reassuringly, letting her know she accepted this gift. "Let me, please." She whispered, her hands coming to rest on the waistband of her pants. At her nod of acceptance, in one swift move, her jeans and panties were pushed over her hips.
~x~
Andy woke up slowly feeling the warmth of the body curled against her. Smiling, she started kissing Miranda's neck while her hand slipped around her waist. Miranda's skin was warm and soft under her fingertips and she loved the way the woman curled further into her touch. "Morning, love." She greeted without letting her lips leave her neck.
Miranda moaned softly, stretching a little. "Oh, God." The smile that greeted her when Miranda turned to face her was simply beautiful and the way her blue eyes shone with an unguarded adoration left her newly amazed. "Good morning, my darling."
They had spent hours making love the night before until they simply couldn't keep their eyes open. It had been beyond anything Andy had ever experienced before, their bodies connected fully as the slick heat and softness overcame them both. A simmer of desire coiled through her and all she wanted was to spend the morning loving this woman. Instead, she knew the twins and Runway would begin demanding her attention.
Sighing, she pulled back and made to get out of bed but Miranda's hand on her bicep halted her progress. She was surprisingly strong for such a petite woman. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she noticed how Miranda was biting her bottom lip in an adorable display. "Don't go."
"I should shower and dress and make a start on breakfast." Andy smiled softly. "There's be hungry minis seeking pancakes or waffles soon."
"Minis?" Miranda's lips twitched as she settled on her back. "I assume you mean mini-Miranda's?" She rolled her eyes. "They are teenagers, Andréa. We shall not see Cassidy or Caroline much before ten."
Grinning, Andy backed up, sliding down beside Miranda. "Oh well, in that case–" She teasingly trailed her finger along Miranda's collarbone, unconsciously licking her lips at the slight shudder Miranda gave and watching as her nipples reacted to her touch. Miranda's breasts were beautifully full, supple and tipped with dusky pink nipples.
Miranda moaned deeply and Andy swept in to stifle the noise with her mouth. She settled against the older woman and their breasts pressed together. The sensation of Miranda's tongue on hers was overwhelming and the lack of inhibition flooded her senses. Every inch of skin, where their bodies met, tingled. She had never before experienced a more powerful reaction towards another person and certainly never imagined it ever happening with a woman, especially Miranda Priestly.
Pulling back slightly and causing Miranda to whimper her displeasure, she smiled wickedly at the editor, Andy began kissing down her body, starting at her neck, moving slowly down, over her breasts, to her stomach where she kissed and licked the faint scarring from the cesarean she'd had to bring the twins into the world. She paused when she reached the spot between Miranda's legs and they parted further in an unmistakable summons for her to taste the heady sweetness. She hummed as she inhaled in the scent,
"Oh, Andréa." Miranda moaned. She had admitted that she'd never been overly vocal in previous relationships and Andy loved the fact she felt free enough to do so now. "My beautiful one."
"Oh, my love." Andy breathed out in awe. "You are so sexy. I love how wet you are. You're so sexy and I want to love you." She groaned and looked up. Her eyes met Miranda's and silently asked for consent, needing confirmation that she was okay with this. Once Miranda nodded, Andy lowered her head and gently nuzzled between her legs before stroking her tongue through the swollen folds, parting them easily. Her hands slid to her hips as she slowly circled her tongue against her clit, making Miranda moan and arch her back.
"Oh-oh–that feels–" Miranda could barely form a concise sentence between the unintelligible moans and whimpers. "–so good." She moaned.
Without any hesitation, Andy moved lower and began moving her tongue in and out and Miranda's hands ran through her hair, tugging it slightly as her hips rose to meet each thrust. She increased the tempo in response to her actions and allowed herself to get lost in the arousal she felt from the fact Miranda was clearly loving every second of the pleasure she was giving her. Nothing she'd ever done compared to this, and she realised she never wanted this feeling to fade.
She could sense Miranda was spiralling out of control as her body began to tremble, having surrendered to the moment with every fibre of her being.
"Oh, yes–yes–yes!" Miranda started to chant. "Andréyah!" She exhaled her name breathlessly. "Make me yours." She demanded through gritted teeth as her hands drew her face against her harder.
Andy redoubled her efforts, wanting Miranda to climax as hard as she could and moved her mouth up to her clit, gently massaging it with her tongue. She slid two fingers inside her, making Miranda arch her back, her hips bucking wildly as she cried out with pleasure.
Within a few seconds, Andy felt the orgasm rush through her until she saw stars. It claimed every bit of her body, mind, heart and soul. She growled out a name. "Miranda." When she finally came to, Andy realised Miranda was pulling her up as she spoke softly and she could hear the smile in her voice.
"Come up here," Miranda urged.
Andy smiled and moved up, her head coming to rest on the pillow of Miranda's breasts. She felt Miranda's fingers against her scalp and glancing up noticed a small smile playing on her lips. "I hope you smile whenever you hear me call your name," she murmured softly.
"And I hope you learn that nothing will ever come between us and that we can overcome anything together," Miranda stated.
"Well, I hope you never tire of me and that you fall in love with the idea of waking up next to me every day." Andy retorted.
"Oh, I already abhor the very idea of letting you go." Miranda insisted. "And I hope–" She faltered and Andy felt her take a shuddering breath. "–I hope you can't imagine anyone else by your side, simply because I cannot fathom having anyone else alongside me in this life, loving me the way you do, despite my flaws."
"I can promise you, I feel so lucky to have you," Andy explained. "So by the same token, I hope you choose me every day, for all eternity," Andy whispered. "Because I have to tell you, I'm not letting you go now."
"Acceptable." Miranda breathed. "I hope you realise you can always count on and trust in me."
"I do trust you, more than you'll ever know," Andy assured her. "I hope I'm the love you've been dreaming you'd find."
Miranda sighed and lifting Andy's chin, pressed her lips against hers softly. "I can undoubtedly say, you are like nothing I ever envisioned for myself." Andy tried to pull away, but Miranda's hold on her tightened. "You are far better, my darling. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined encountering someone so perfect." She declared.
They settled back down and after a few minutes of silence, Andy caught the faint, low humming coming from Miranda's throat. She searched her mind for the lyrics and was amazed.
You've turned this black heart made it into gold
So I wanna let you know that
My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my,
My love and my touch, up above is made with the warmth of my love.