A/N: Don't ever say that I don't love you all ;)
Ahem. NSFW.
I have to come back and edit. Because I really, really adore every single one of you. I just spent twenty minutes reading through the reviews from the last chapter and I'm laughing and crying and just... happy. Thank you all so much 3
All my love to all of you xx
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Andy dropped down beside Miranda on the bed and was utterly arrested by the sight of her; totally relaxed and, dare she say, happy.
"What?" Miranda asked quietly, her hand reaching out to tuck Andy's hair behind her ear.
"You're happy," Andy whispered, feeling the heat rise on her neck.
"I am," Miranda sighed. "I've been fighting myself for so long. The relief is," she shrugged. "Lovely."
"I"m -"
"Don't," Miranda smiled, pressing her finger gently on Andy's lips. "Don't apologise. I was prepared to wait forever."
"You're such a mushball."
"As I have said, my darling. Don't tell anyone."
Andy grinned and shuffled up beside her love and nudged Miranda's cheek gently with her nose. She pressed soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, sucking gently on the tendon.
"Oh, Andréa."
Andy realised that this woman was with her. Together. She realised that Miranda wanted her. And that made her hands shake a little.
"We do not have to do anything," Miranda muttered, her blue eyes flashing with concern. "We can just -"
"I want to," Andy whispered. "I'm just," she breathed out slowly. "It's a lot."
"Oh, darling, I know."
Andy chuckled and slid her hand over Miranda's stomach, staring at the way the woman's lip got trapped between her teeth. She took another deep breath and explored with her hand, cataloguing which areas made Miranda's eyelashes flutter and which made her suck in a quick breath. As she touched all the places she never knew she wanted to, she found that she couldn't stop herself from wanting more. She shifted closer, disturbing Miranda for barely a moment before she slid her hand underneath the one-of-a-kind Marc Jacobs blouse and touched the softest skin she'd ever felt. She moaned, just barely and Miranda's hand shot out and wrapped itself in Andy's hair.
"Kiss me?" she asked quietly. "Please."
Andy smiled and did as she was told. Miranda's lips were so soft and gentle and so intoxicating. Andy ran her tongue along the bottom one, marvelling at the way Miranda's hand tightened in her hair. She felt her stomach flip over. She'd always enjoyed having her hair pulled a little.
"Miranda," Andy muttered as she shifted away from that perfect mouth and pressed kisses along Miranda's cheek and up to her temple. "God, you're so beautiful."
"I'm not," she muttered.
Andy looked at her, watching carefully as she tried valiantly to hide the concern that had just flashed across her face.
"You are," Andy reassured her. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"I -"
Miranda grabbed Andy's hand and held it against her stomach for a moment and Andy couldn't help but feel it trembling underneath her.
"Hey, the same applies to you, you know. If you don't want to -"
"I'm not perfect, Andréa. People," she sighed. "I am very good at projecting an air of perfection, but I am not. My body is not -"
"Hey," Andy interrupted. "Who told you that you weren't perfect just as you are?" An awkward look came across Miranda's face and it dawned on Andy. "Huh," she muttered, unbuttoning a few of the bottom buttons on Miranda's blouse. "Well I knew they were idiots but I didn't know they were certifiable." Miranda laughed, making Andy smile in the process. "Well, I have no idea what shitty drugs they were smoking, Miranda, but you are perfect to me."
"I have had children, my -"
"I've met them," Andy interrupted again. "They're beautiful and totally worth whatever they left behind for you to deal with."
Miranda snorted and Andy left her midsection and cupped her face instead.
"Do you think I am beautiful, Miranda?"
She sobered up quickly.
"I think you are the most beautiful woman in all the world, Andréa. Everything about you is magical."
"You called me fat once, do you remember?"
She blushed but Andy soothed it with a kiss.
"I'm saying that because even Miranda Priestly can be wrong sometimes. Maybe she's wrong about this too."
Miranda looked at her carefully and then allowed herself a soft smile.
"Touche, my love. Touche."
"I hope I can touchy."
"Andréa!"
Andy giggled as she kissed Miranda again and again and went back to unbuttoning her blouse. She grumbled a little as she got to the last button and sat up triumphantly as it came undone.
"Ah hah!"
Miranda groaned and covered her face with her arm, and Andy let her. She was arrested by all of Miranda's beautifully soft, pale skin, laid out before her.
It wasn't quite the time for it, but she realised that maybe she had always loved the idea of a woman's torso, long slender neck or calves that were shapely and muscular from the high heels. The gentle sloping lines of a feminine neck, the soft swell just below her belly button. And then above, encased in a deep purple La Perla bra, Andy's heart sped up.
"God, you're so beautiful."
Miranda peeked out from under her arm and stared at Andy as she stared at Miranda.
"May I?"
"Please?" Miranda whispered.
"I've always loved it when you say please."
Miranda bit her lip as Andy, once again, reached out and traced her finger along Miranda's skin. She ran one finger along the top of her waistband before sliding her whole palm over Miranda's stomach and up to her bra.
"Andréa," she whispered as Andy cupped Miranda's breast. "It's a front clasp. Will you -"
"I most certainly will," Andy muttered, kneeling up and fiddling with the bra.
The noise she made as it fell open wasn't all that sexy but she stared at the pristine skin. She smiled and took Miranda's hand in hers, kissing her palm and holding onto it as she bent slightly and licked gently around one nipple.
"ANDRÉA!"
"I have you," Andy whispered against impossibly soft skin.
She realised quickly that Miranda was beyond ready and she resolved to stop messing about. Instead, she slid a knee between Miranda's thighs and rested over the top of her, allowing her hair to fall to one side.
"I love you," she whispered, making Miranda's eyes snap open and meet hers. "I love you."
"I love you, Andréa," she whispered. "Please."
"I have you," she whispered.
She kissed Miranda again, feeling the desperation in the woman's movements as her teeth nibbled on her lip. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but she knew what she liked, so she resolved to just work it out when she needed to.
She sat up suddenly, pulling her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. Miranda's eyes were almost midnight blue and she stared at Andy in a way that was both hungry and in awe.
"I'm not that amazing," Andy chuckled.
"I would beg to differ," Miranda muttered, following Andy by sitting up. "And I'm Miranda Priestly, so I do have a modicum of understanding."
Andy kissed her to stop her talking and felt eight perfect nails dig into her back.
"You like this?" Andy asked, unsure about whether Miranda
"You have no idea," she muttered as she tangled her hand on Andy's hair again.
"If you don't like something, tell me?"
"Andréa?" Miranda said seriously.
"Yes Miranda."
"Will you stop talking, and fuck me," Miranda blushed deeply. "Please?"
Andy laughed and let her weight rest on Miranda's body, making just a hint of a groan escape the woman's lips. Andy dragged her teeth down Miranda's neck and captured an earlobe between her teeth.
"Yes Miranda."
She explored every inch she could reach with her mouth and her hands. She held Miranda's breasts in her hands and wondered if she had died and gone to heaven as she sucked on a perfect coral nipple. Miranda's hand hadn't strayed from the back of Andy's head and the woman used it to direct Andy's trajectory, further down her body.
"Oh," Andy breathed as she slid off Miranda's slacks. A matching pair of panties, evidence of just how ready she was showing clearly as Andy slid her body between Miranda's knees.
There was a moment of awkwardness as they both took the rest of their clothes off, but Andy's hands were back to shaking as she contemplated what she was about to do.
"I'm just a woman," Miranda whispered as they settled back down together.
"You are not just anything," Andy whispered. "But you are mine."
"Yes," Miranda whispered, smiling gently as Andy traced the back of her arm with her fingers. "As you are mine."
It started so slowly that Andy didn't really even realise what she was doing. A kiss, a breath and a soft gasp as she slid forward and their bodies touched, properly, for the first time. Miranda's hands massaged the back of Andy's neck and back as they kissed and Andy was lost.
She lost all thought as she pressed Miranda back gently and slid her thigh back between her knees and pressed gently upwards.
"Andréa!"
Her thigh was quickly wet with Miranda's desire and she groaned herself, knowing it was her that had done that.
"Okay?" she asked as she slid her hand through wiry curls.
"I will be," Miranda gasped as Andy started stroking her finger through the slick folds.
"God, you are so beautiful."
"Kiss me."
Andy did as she was told, rolling Miranda's clit over and over with the pads of her fingers.
"Go inside, please. Please darling. Pl -"
She slid a finger inside, losing her breath.
"More," Miranda pleaded. "More."
Andy complied and slid one more as she sunk deeper again.
"And-"
Andy didn't need more direction and she slid a third in as she built up a rhythm. Miranda's hips told her everything she needed to know as she slid her arm beneath Miranda's neck and used her knee to spread her legs wider.
"I love you, Miranda. So much."
It started as a whisper, a heralding of something more as Miranda's body pulled at her fingers. Her thighs pushed against Andy's knee, begging to close against her hand but Andy wouldn't let her. Miranda keened, her nails scoring paths along Andy's ribs as her back bowed.
"And- réa!"
Watching Miranda Priestly lose herself to pleasure, caused by her own hand, made Andy jerk onto her and her clit pressed against Miranda's thigh, sending her into her own bliss.
"Miranda!"
She felt Miranda's hands tighten again and she remembered what she was doing.
"Again," Andy muttered, even as her entire body shook. "Please. Again."
Miranda made a noise of protest, but Andy curled her fingers slightly and stroked long and hard against the tight walls.
"Oh," Miranda hissed. "Oh -"
It took a little longer, and Andy shared tired but deep kisses with her lover and before long, Miranda's hand was back in her hair, gripping it tightly and pressing Andy's face into her shoulder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Andy let her weight rest a little heavier as she felt Miranda tremble and didn't let you as she felt Miranda's body start to thrum.
"Andy!"
Andy got to her elbow and watched as this perfect woman fell apart beneath her. There was sweat on her top lip, her pristine white hair was plastered to her forehead and she was gasping indelicately as tears rolled down her face but Andy had never seen anything as incredible.
"Oh," she whispered, kissing Miranda softly. "You are so perfect. So so perfect."
"Darling, I -"
Miranda's eyes blinked open, revealing beautiful stormy irises and Andy smiled softly.
"It's okay."
"I've wanted -"
Andy withdrew slowly and gently and gathered Miranda up in her arms.
"I'm sorry."
"No," Miranda said, her voice cracking slightly. "No. Don't apologise. I'm just so glad, Andréa," she looked up and cupped Andy's cheek. "So glad."
"Me too," Andy whispered. "Just relax for a while. I've got you."
"But you -"
"I'll still be ready when you are," Andy grinned. "I promise. But it's okay."
"I don't think I've ever cried in my whole life," Miranda grumbled, wiping away a stray tear. "Not after -"
"Well," Andy smiled, nuzzling her cheek. "Glad to be the first I guess."
Miranda chuckled and pressed as much of herself as she could against Andy's body and pressed her face into Andy's neck.
"I love you."
"I love you," Andy whispered. "Just relax. We have all the time in the world."
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After a short nap, they made love through the night. They stopped occasionally, to eat or to sleep, but as they lay beside each other, in Andy's monstrously large bed, one of them would shift; a trail of fingers across a hip or a fluttering of lips against skin and it would begin all over again. As soon as she had calmed down enough to think, Miranda became insatiable. The way she wielded everything from her voice to her hands had made Andy scream at one point, and shake more often than not.
Sometime early in the morning, as the sun had just started to peek over the horizon, they'd finally fallen into an exhausted heap. Miranda lay across Andy's back where she's been moments before tracing exhausted patterns on Andy's ribs.
"Get my assistant to cancel my day, will you?" Miranda mumbled, kissing one of the bruises she'd made on Andy's shoulder.
Andy snorted and reached behind her to pinch Miranda's thigh.
"If I wasn't too tired to throw you down again, I would do so."
"We'll have to take a raincheck, darling," Miranda mumbled. "I think you have broken me."
"Rubbish," Andy whispered. "Lemme up?"
Miranda mumbled but allowed Andy to slide out from under her and grab her phone. She sent an email to Nigel, left the redirect in place, and then put the phone on mute for another few hours. She crawled back to the middle of the bed and opened her arms, smiling happily as Miranda sank into them.
"Imagine if I hadn't had this bed," Andy mused quietly.
"It was one of my more brilliant ideas," Miranda mused. "Quite the long game, however."
"Even then?" Andy asked, not wanting to start the conversation back up again, but equally desperate to know.
"I think I have always loved you, my darling," Miranda said around a yawn. Andy watched Miranda lose her battle with sleep and pulled her close. After pulling the covers over them both, she joined her lover in slumber.
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The front door slamming shocked them both awake.
"Mom? Andy?"
"Oh shit," Andy groaned as one head of red hair poked its way around the door frame.
"No. Way."
"Miranda -" Andy hissed, shaking her lover a little to try and wake her.
"Caro! Get in here!"
"Cass!"
"Holy shit!" Caroline said as she jerked to a stop. "Is that -"
"We're not in a petting zoo, children," Miranda huffed, though she didn't move from where she was wrapped around Andy's chest and quite coincidentally, protecting her modesty. "Go and put your things away and we'll be out in a moment."
"Uncle Nigel owes me twenty bucks," Cassidy said as they walked away.
Miranda's quiet snort made Andy frown and she looked down at her.
"Is that," she glanced back to the door. "I mean -"
"Darling?" Miranda said gently. "They love you. They have for a long time. If anything, like Cassidy had implied, they've known longer than we have, seeing as they are on the outside of it, as it were."
"Longer than I have, you mean?"
"I mean," Miranda suckled gently on an already forming bruise where Andy's neck joined her shoulder. "That you have been as much their parent as I am. And they love you. Whatever apprehension you have in your mind, is truly only that." She tapped Andy's temple. "In your mind."
"Okay then, smarty pants." Miranda snorted again. "What do we do now?"
"Well my vote would get vetoed on account of the company, so my second choice would be to go out there and have some," she glanced over at the store table where her phone was charging. "Lunch with our children." Andy's heart thumped audibly and Miranda smiled. "Alright?" Andy nodded, but couldn't speak. "I'll go and take a shower, if you like. Take a moment."
"Miranda," Andy managed, though only barely.
"We love you, my darling. All four of us," she chuckled as a whine came from the bottom of the bed.
"You had better not get on this bed Patty," Andy grumbled, wiping tears from her eyes.
Miranda slipped from the bed, naked and glowing, kneeling beside the bed to cuddle her dog.
"What do you say," Andy muttered as she rolled over and put her head on her hand. "When I love you doesn't seem enough."
"Just that," Miranda sighed, getting up and leaning over to kiss her gently. "I'd ask you to join me, but -"
"Yeah," Andy chuckled. "I don't think I'd be able to behave either."
Miranda's laughter echoed as the door closed and Andy lay back with a sigh. She heard the shower start and the quiet mutterings of the girls in their rooms or the living area. She pinched her stomach just to check she hadn't had some sort of medical episode and was dreaming, but she winced instead.
The bed shook as Patricia leapt up onto it and she groaned as the big head came to rest on top of her. Despite her earlier complaints, Andy didn't really mind.
"Hey girl."
She tickled Patricia's ears while she let her thoughts wander. The idea that they were a family, all of them, was something she'd considered before, perhaps, but never seriously. Up until Nigel's revelation, she hadn't even realised what she was doing. And now she felt, in part, like a complete idiot. Shaking her head at herself, she ran her hand through her hair and straightened it out before reaching over to get her phone.
She had messages from Nigel and a few from the office as well. She cleared the office ones, emailing those she needed to before opening the one from Nigel. She laughed as his message popped up and tapped out a reply, sending it just as a phone call came through. She frowned at the name.
"Hello?"
"Andy," Ann Shankley's warm voice greeted her. "How are you?"
"I'm very well," Andy said with a swallow, feeling even more naked than she actually was.
"I'm glad. We haven't notified Elias Clarke yet, but I wanted to let you and Miranda know that Sarah went into labour last night."
"Oh!" Andy said, sitting up and disturbing the dog. "Are you alright? What do you need? Is Sarah okay? The baby?"
"Andy," Ann chuckled. "We're fine. We don't need anything at all, but our families have been notified so we thought it prudent to let our friends know before we let Elias Clarke know too."
"Oh," Andy blushed. "Well thank you. Congratulations!"
"Thank you," Ann said effusively. "We're both blissfully happy and everything went perfectly well. Sarah's taking a nap so I thought I'd best use the time wisely."
"I bet," Andy nodded. "Well if there's anything I can do, Ann, I'd be happy to."
"Thank you," she said genuinely. "Um, Andy -" Ann paused and Andy felt the tension through the phone. "I, I've been going back and forth about whether to say anything -"
"About Miranda and me?" Andy chuckled. "Yeah, we, well I, figured that out. Um," she blushed again. "Yesterday actually."
"Oh!" Ann chuckled. "Good. Do I need to -"
"No," Andy grinned as Miranda came out of the bathroom wearing Andy's robe. "She's here, I'll tell her."
"Good," she said and Andy imagined her nodding. "Well, I'm very much looking forward to dinner at some point to hear about it all," Ann said happily. "I have to go, Andy, I'm so glad you found your way together. If you need anything at all, please let me know."
"If I need anything? I'll make do," Andy countered. "You go and concentrate on your wife and baby. Let me know if you need anything."
"It is surreal, that is for sure."
"Congratulations again, Ann. I'm so happy for you both."
"I'll let you know when we are home if you'd like to come and visit?" Miranda's loving eyes met hers.
"We'd love to. Thank you. Take care."
Ann hung up and Miranda knelt on the bed and tucked Andy's hair behind her ear.
"Ann?"
"Yes. Sarah had their baby."
"Name?"
"Um," Andy thought back. "Actually -"
Two identical noises disturbed them as a text message came through on their phones. Within was a picture of Ann Shankley holding a tiny bundle of blue blankets and a message below.
We were told we were having a girl. As you can see, that's not quite how things turned out. As such, we hadn't even considered names, but as soon as we had some time with him, we came up with the perfect one. Please meet William Andrew Shankley. William after my father, and Andy after someone who is as kind and gentle as we would wish our son to be. Ann & Sarah (And William) x