Andy wanted this one thing from her.
"Say it Miranda."
Miranda knew how it was important to her, it was unexpected that her brunette wanted to do this so soon, she'd only mentioned it once to Andy over dinner on the weekend last.
She'd carefully asked her, holding her blue eyes, if she could, if Miranda was okay with it, now as they stood at the counter of her bathroom sink, both brushing their teeth.
Miranda decided yes, she wanted to do this.
Smiling around her toothbrush as she saw Andy dribble a long stream of minty drool toothpaste out of her mouth and down her chin at hearing her reply.
Dark eyes of burnished mahogany crinkling happily with her mouth open. "Really, you're sure you want me there?"
"Andréa, I want you there." Miranda held her happy eyes in the mirror.
"Say it again?" Andy asked sobering seriously after spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth.
"Andy, I want you oh…" cut off and swooped up, toothbrush dropping from her hand, "Andy, the girls." Reminding the twins were not at their father's when they usually did this.
"Are both in bed, right?" Andy replied with a sly crooked smile spreading.
Kissing her no longer protesting mouth as she had no defense to Andy's mouth or fingers on her.
Lifting her up onto the counter, caressed by fingers grazing up hot skin, running behind her calves
Stroking the silky mass of brown hair between her long pale fingers, her heart racing with seeing Andy sinking to her knees, who nuzzled her face along her skin, kissing her bareness slowly, feeling the silk skin of her thighs against her cheek as a kindling hot warmth flooded into her.
"Oh," Miranda moaned. Muffling the pleading noise rippling from her throat with the back of her hand.
Her girls were light sleepers.
Loving the feeling of this heat between her legs.
Full of a slow tantalizing drawn out intimate open mouth kisses that were sucking and licking the skin of her inner legs, a slick hot tongue moist on her.
That tongue began bringing her waves of pleasure with an building urgency engulfing her, Miranda's eyes were half mast, her fingers brushed through Andy's scalp, feeling firm fingers rubbing her breasts faster as her fingers then clung to Andy's strands with the surge reverberating in her as she held Andy in a prison of her warm silky thighs and sex, arching with a cry elicited from her parted lips panting as her lids flickered open at a small 'meow', blushing scarlet to the nipples at the kitten peering at them.
It was watching them.
Her fluffy tortoiseshell gift.
Letting go of Andy's head, her knees fall wide, pulling Andy's face up to hers, kissing her Andy all over her mouth, her cheeks, lingering with a few slow urgent kisses on her jaw.
Moving to pull down Andy's pj's bottoms below the swell of her ass, she was bare beneath, Miranda's nails raked across and scraped down her stomach, pressing her moist lips to this flesh, stopping her small kisses circling the taut muscle of Andy's abs, at another 'meow' which made Andy now look over to it, greeting out breathless. "Hey."
Scooped up by Andy gently, her slouchy cotton pants now around her ankles. Rubbing its ears as it purred.
"Your kitten's being a voyageur again. Miranda."
Andy grinned at her lady's blush and for the moment of slitted eyes of grey clear blue on hers which held hers so intimately. Looking at it. Holding the cute fur ball up, eye to eye. "You are a pervert."
"She is not." Miranda defended her kitten.
"Wait." Andy pleaded out.
Setting the kitten down who found the hanging towels now fascinating.
Pinching a pebbled nipple as Andy groaned out, a smooth hand slid between her legs, loving her back, circling her clit so slowly with Miranda watching Andy's face pleasured by her fingers.
"Oh Goddd." Climaxing in a rushing shudder.
Pressing a few more frantic kisses to her white-haired only love's lips in aftershock of her orgasm, rubbing in a slowing grind against her.
Caressed by Miranda as Andy was regaining the ability to speak. "Maybe we should share with Dr. Andolino what our kitty's eyes are taking in." Andy held her tighter to her.
"No, I think meeting us over getting shots for her was enough of an introduction."
"What? I'm not allowed to ask lots of questions, I am a journalist and now a co-parent."
"Co-parent."
Miranda's twinkling eyes held hers as she pulled up her lover's yoga pants for her, making Andy suck in a breath at her fingers lingering with a caress on her lower back like she was the most beautiful thing in Miranda's eyes and perhaps maybe her world.
"Yeah. We're co-parents. Miranda. Our fur child does need me here for a stable home life."
"She has a name." Miranda reminded this.
The kitten was the best gift she'd ever been given compared to anything ever gifted from Stephen or Gregory.
"Andy?"
"Yeah." Andy rinsed her fingers and was now leaning on the bathroom counter edge, wiggling her clean finger at the kitten, which was finding her movements fascinating, swatting at her.
Adorably.
"Ouch!" As it pounced and bit playful. Almost bringing her finger to her mouth, between her teeth, Miranda snatched it.
Miranda got out a tube of polysporin. Placing a band aid on Andy. "What are you wearing tomorrow night?"
Miranda tenderly was sticking it on her bitten finger. "A dress." Miranda smiled smugly.
Andy hadn't seen her in it.
Yet.
"What do you plan to wear as my date?"
Shrugging, Andy would choose something right, tomorrow.
"I can have Nigel pick something for you or if you'd like I can do so?" Looking hopeful.
Andy flatly refused. She'd do this herself. She'd only been dressing herself since kindergarten.
"Oh no. I'll pick something out for it."
Miranda gave a worried look. Andy caressed her reassuring. "I promise no ugly sweaters. Or that skirt, I donated it."
Now being with Miranda, Andy had a better wardrobe, like these pj's slacks.
Assuring her, that she'd wear a dress.
Miranda frowned. "Andy. As such an involved co parent. It's your turn for the kitty litter tonight."
Cradling the kitty, whispering into its soft furry ears. "Should've call you coitus interruptus or Boudicca."
They hadn't said I love you yet.
But they had a kitten together.
With a name that still made Andy snort, it was shared so seriously by Miranda. It was name she had picked out once for her expected kitten years ago. When she was a kid.
Butterscotch.
Andy always thought Miranda once as cold and impersonal likening navigating her discord daily was needing to have proverbial balls of concrete and working for Miranda was similar to walking through a minefield of silky contumelious venting verbal abuse once about her blue sweater to once how long she took photocopying.
Once she believed Miranda ate puppies for breakfast.
That, and if she ever laughed, she was probably recalling a car accident.
Discovering Miranda was actually really gentle and sensitive, and also very warm to cuddle with, they were just learning things about each other, for instance, Miranda slept on the right side of the bed, Andy was a middle, and she checked her phone in the middle of the night when she went to pee, and peeked at Instagram constantly, drank smoothies, and always called her every workday to just say hi and ask how's her day going.
Nothing at all like her last two ex-husbands accused her of.
Miranda knew both of them were so different, Andy was a meditating, take anything in her stride, hold a door open, help carry a stroller up subway stairs, drive stick shift in her sports car that first week they met again, a Frozen Planet watching, fajita eater, who also read erotic poetry in bed to her and drank tea and had her father's temperament and her mother's eyes.
Miranda had a therapist, who was with her since the mid-90s and also once usually only talked to her facialist, and also to Cara about her Bobbseys and to Roy about the weather or parking and she'd once received 59 dinner plates, 30 butter knives and two rice makers for her first marriage to Greg from guests who were most of Greg's law firm at his family's country club and before Andrea came into her life, she knew Stephen her ex-husband was 99.8 percent disappointment to her.
Andy once always thought badly of Miranda most mornings when she was working for her, she'd never imagined months ago that she'd ever be in bed with Miranda in her arms gently nudging her to wake up reaching over her gently to silent the alarm, trying to expel herself from her as pale arms reached for her half-sleepily protesting.
Things Andy fell in love more with her were sipping her juice primly, cuddling watching sitcoms, taking three delicate bites of toast, organizing the morning papers, sports were all Andy's, but the arts and culture sections were Miranda's first to peruse through.
Not just how she did everything easy and elegantly.
The twins adored her.
Cassidy was in the ongoing process of making Andy be her taster as she was trying to go through all of her LaRousse recipe book, Andy was pretty sure Cassi would be as accomplished as her Mom was, and she would have a Michelin by sixteen, and dividing her time presently with Caroline who was engaged in mock dueling for the school play with her, as Miranda set the table but watching Andy make a spectacle of being slain by Car with an arched brow at Andy clutching herself dramatically and she fell along with Car onto the couch giggling.
Sobering after aftershocks of even more giggles. Miranda looked over her upside down. "Dinner, children." Looking at Andy especially for emphasis.
Over serving them dinner, "Bobbseys, tomorrow Andrea's also joining us."
Thrilled at that. Caroline whispered to Andy not to let Mr. Elias Clarke kiss Mom because he eats too many salmon crostini.
"Will do, kiddo."
"You'll love it." Cassidy gushed.
Andy knew she would, it was date night with her three ladies.
She was as she took her bite, really looking forward to it.
Elias Clarke family function was all the Boards planning, and just her luck, Andy was running late, stuck in a cab with the city traffic.
At the door, Andy wasn't expecting to not be on the list.
The event planner hostess ran a scathing eye up and down at Andy standing in front of her like she was a gatecrashing cockroach.
She was even wearing a dress for Miranda. A nice little black dress that had her office wondering, around her a black cashmere coat she'd never tell Miranda she got with Lily at a consignment shop.
"You're not on the list." Barred by her.
Possessing a sleek chignon and a frozen pinched sort of constipated scowl directed at her.
"Check again." Andy insisted, her phone's battery was dead, unable to call Miranda back.
Scanning the list again on her IPad, shaking her head. "You are not on my list. I highly doubt you're with Miranda Priestly."
"Just do me a big favor and go in and tell her, Andrea Sachs is here. Please?"
Shaking her snooty head bemused at that. "No. I will not disturb Ms. Priestly; I suggest you leave, or I will call security."
Andy was pointed to leave.
She'd find a way in. Somehow. This was hosted at a beautiful restaurant downtown this winter.
"There she is Mom!" Cassidy called out, running up, hugging her side in greeting. "Andy!"
Miranda spine straightened; her body language was full frost.
Andy knew that look. Pure cerulean, she even gulped a little, watching her woman, the great freeze approach.
Andy watched the lady with the insisting of no entry to her and not on the list look terrified.
"Ms. Priestly I am so sorry for this technological name error, as you can see, we had an Andy not an Andrea, we just assumed that …
Craning to hear Miranda say something about her needing a tutor at a reading clinic.
Taking her arm in hers. "You sure about this?"
Miranda only smiled. She was sure as hell sure, Andrea made her sublimely happy and it was time Runway knew this.
Miranda checked her coat with the stuttering list lady and with an elegant motion of placing her hand on Andy's back to guide her inside with her.
It was great as Andy looked around, there was sock hop with a cover band called the Tone & Rhythm for the kids, and apparently also for Nigel.
Served champagne, getting one flute for her lady as Andy offered one and yet still held Miranda's arm as they mingled.
Together like this was a big deal, nobody knew they were together.
Andy noticed around her that most partygoers looked at her like an extraterrestrial was with Miranda.
Smiling weirdly, speaking through her big smile. "Miranda, why is everyone looking at me like I forgot to dress?"
Miranda brushed the small of her back reassuringly. "You are dressed Andrea. I assure you." Leaning her head close to Andy, almost near her mouth with a quiet tender affection, "You look radiant tonight in that."
She did.
Andy beamed at her as a tray of canapes were offered, she took a flaky one, popping it into her mouth.
"Andrea, I told a few people that we're together."
Through a buttery mouthful, "Really? Okay just a few, right?" Swallowing. Trying another pinwheel.
"Only Nigel at first, later Emily overheard and they in turn told the whole office." Miranda said frankly.
"Everybody Miranda!" She almost loudly uttered between buttery chews.
Mr. Elias Clarke proceeded to give her woman, a kiss to both cheeks, talking about Runway as Andy watched her date be guided away to a group of well-dressed people who no doubt was the board.
Paul and Jocelynn just gaped across at Andy, Jocelynn just stared at the chirpy brunette who once brought their boss coffee with a slack open mouth, Serena gave a small wave over and Emily kept sipping her champagne blinking at her with bulging eyes of shock.
Scanning the room, eyes locked on Andy ignored being motioned over, she was going to dance with the twins and have some fun.
Cassidy and Caroline were dancing to The Midnight.
Nigel spun her as he pulled her close. "Six, I think it's just phenomenal!" Andy moved to the cover band." I know this band is great, isn't it?"
"No, you and Miranda together it's just well really wonderful, I thought I saw something between you both, now you have to tell me how and when did you both get together."
Moving to a new song, Nigel grinned. 'Emily's still speechless!"
Promising Nigel she'd tell him over brunch next week about how she and Miranda realized their feelings for one another.
Not all of it though, just bits of how with a kitten and being snowed in, made them realize what they meant to one another.
Offering to go get some drinks for Cassidy and Caroline, approaching the bartender to order two drinks and some food for the twins.
Seeing how Miranda was still conversing with the board and didn't hear or see.
"Do you think they were screwing before Paris?" One clacker with Rob in layout asked a shoulder width distance as another suit shook their head.
"I think it's just a rumor circulated; she would never settle for somebody like her. An assistant half her age. A nobody."
Irv Ravitz swirled his highball, "Miranda is obviously having a midlife crisis, I always said she was cold bitch in business. Now I know why her two divorces happened. Lesbian."
"Here you go."
Irv Ravitz just plunks down his highball on her plate for Cassidy. Andy was in mid protest of. "I'm not the help." Yet, Ravitz just walked off.
"Maybe Miranda's just experimenting or on a rebound." Kelly in marketing mused out.
Andy's shoulders straightened; she was not a nobody. Miranda wasn't having a midlife crisis. She wasn't Miranda's try a fling out with either.
They had a kitten named Butterscotch together to prove any rebound rumors wrong
So, they'd never said what they meant to each other, like three words yet.