10.
Andy's body was on fire as thoughts of Miranda danced through her head. She knew she needed to be quick so she reached for the detachable shower head already knowing it would take little effort to get herself off. She closed her eyes imagining that Miranda was there with her, that it was Miranda's hands that were about to make her come apart. She changed a setting causing the water to begin to pulsate then she moved the attachment into position. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped her lips as the water began to push against her swollen sex. As the stream alternated between gentle and strong pulses, she used her other hand to stroke her own breast.
In her mind, she could almost feel Miranda's hands on her skin. Her lips on her neck.
"Oh, Miranda," escaped from her lips like a prayer as her orgasm peaked.
As her eyes fluttered open, they fell upon the object of her desire. She could not move as the other woman's gaze devoured her. Andy's mind reeled as she felt the first tendrils of embarrassment take hold. She was pulled from those thoughts when she noticed the other woman's hand as it reached for and grasped the handle of the shower door. Miranda paused at the door, giving Andy a full view of her nude body.
"So beautiful," Andy whispered.
The look on Miranda's face was so intense it sent a shiver up the younger woman's spine reigniting her arousal.
Their lips met in a steamy kiss. There was a brief fight for control until Miranda relented. Miranda's surrender redoubled Andy's passion for the older woman. She also felt honored that Miranda was willing to submit to her, and she promised herself that she would never do anything unworthy of that trust.
Andy's whole body shook with excitement and a renewed all-consuming desire. She allowed that desire to swallow them both as she turned Miranda around and fastened her lips to the other woman's porcelain skin.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Andy said.
"That's it," Miranda moaned, "Mark me. Make me yours."
Andy bit down, and she felt the other woman arch back into her.
A moan escaped Miranda's lips. It had never been like this for her. In her entire life, she'd never willingly surrendered to another person. She'd given herself to her husbands but resented them for expecting it. With Andy, she actually wanted the other woman in charge. It was such a revelation, but just the idea of it made her wetter than she'd ever been. Andy's hand snaked around her middle, and she felt her muscles quiver under the firm pressure.
"I, I need you," Miranda said in a shaky voice.
"I know exactly what you need, baby," Andy whispered in her ear.
Miranda held her breath as the other woman's hand moved achingly slow down her stomach when her hand reached the silver thatch of hair in lingered. Miranda groaned as Andy ran a nail over her pubic mound.
"What are you doing to me?" Miranda wondered aloud.
The chuckle that came to Andy's lips sent a thrill through Miranda's whole body. She ached for Andy but knew that the younger woman would be setting the pace.
When Andy ran her nails ran through her hair again, the ache between her legs became acute.
She groaned as Andy's hand dipped lower, giving her swollen clit one long swipe.
Miranda's hips bucked desperately seeking more prolonged contact.
"Not yet baby," Andy purred.
"I can't wait any longer," Miranda pleaded.
"You can, and you will, Miranda."
The way Andy said her name only added to the older woman's desire, but she also felt compelled to obey the commanding tone in her younger lover's voice.
She could feel her control slipping away, as Andy's teeth sank into an ear.
"Tell me, Tell me what you want, baby.
I'll give you the world. All you have to do is ask," Andy whispered into the same ear.
"You," Miranda said.
"What I want is you."
With those words, Andy's hand returned to Miranda's soaking wet sex. Three fast circles around Miranda's clit, made her cry out in shock and delight. She was so close now, but her lover kept her on the razor's edge between agony and ecstasy. Two more circles fell closer to the mark, leaving Miranda breathless.
"Oh, my god," Miranda cried.
"I need you more than air," Andy breathed.
One last circle of her clit and Miranda's body tensed. Pleasure radiated throughout her entire body as the pleasure from her orgasm felt like it would never end.
"I, I, I'm on fire," she finally managed.
Miranda began to slump, but strong arms held her firmly in place as the last shivers of her orgasm waned.
"Are you ok? Love," Andy asked in a much gentler tone.
Miranda surprised them both when a throaty laugh escaped her lips. She could not help it; she had never experienced this kind of post-coital bliss before.
"Seven times, you touched me seven times, and I came harder than I have in my entire life."
Andy's laughter was free and open and full of the same sense of wonder and joy.
As they stepped out of the shower, Andy took pains to show Miranda how much she treasured her woman. She wrapped Miranda in a soft towel then used her Dyson to blow dry Miranda's hair. Miranda looked away from her lover to focus on her own face in the mirror. She was surprised to see a different woman looking back at her. Gone was the sad and lost persona that she associated with Miriam, and yet the woman staring back at her did not feel like the old Miranda either.
This woman was someone new. To not recognize one's self at her age could undoubtedly be fear-inducing, but she was calmed by the one fact she knew about this woman. She loved Andy, and that was enough for now.
Andy took Miranda's hand and led them to their bedroom. She enjoyed giving her woman pleasure, and it pleased her how well Miranda responded to her touch. Andy removed both of their towels before laying Miranda down on the bed. She watched as Miranda spread her legs allowing Andy to move between them. She pushed her hips flush to the other woman's then adjusted herself until she felt the familiar shock as her clit made contact with her lover's. They both let out a low moan as they stared into each other's eyes.
"I now have a new favorite color," Andy said, referring to the shade of her love's eyes.
"Do you," Miranda said, feeling downright playful.
She reached up and pinched a nipple causing Andy to shiver in delight.
They stayed that way until Miranda couldn't wait any longer, "make love to me," she pleaded.
Andy's responding grin was so devilish it made Miranda's inside's quiver.
Andy shifted her body slightly to give herself better access to Miranda's sex.
"Oh," Miranda sighed as two long fingers teased her opening.
"Baby, you're so wet," Andy breathed.
Miranda nodded her head thinking that she had not been this wet in years maybe decades.
Miranda's heart sped up as Andy continued to tease her outer lips.
Their eyes locked as the anticipation built and built.
"You are so soft," Andy breathed out as two fingers slipped into her lover.
Miranda felt herself penetrated by Andy's fingers her progress achingly slow.
It was a new experience for Miranda. She was used to the sensation of an invading cock trying to claim her. Instead, Andy's fingers pushed in with a level of self-control none of her previous lovers could have managed. Her body responded instantly as Andy's fingers began to move in ways no penis ever could.
"Do that again," Miranda moaned as Andy's fingers passed over a particularly sensitive spot.
Andy obliged causing Miranda's back to arch, pushing Andy's fingers even deeper in the process.
"Oh, Fuck," Miranda cried out as Andy's fingers thrust deeper still. For some reason, she had expected a woman to be too soft for her tastes, but Andy was dispelling any such notions. She wrapped her arms around strong shoulders as the younger woman took complete control of her.
She felt a warm sensation build in her core as Andy's talented fingers found her G-spot with each thrust.
"Come for me baby," Andy commanded with one last massive thrust.
"Oh fuck, fuck fuck," Miranda screamed as she clamped down on the fingers inside of her.
Instead of stopping, Andy kept thrusting, causing Miranda's whole body to shake. Within seconds Miranda felt her body tighten once again as she came a second time. Miranda's body was still shaking as Andy rolled onto her back, pulling the other woman with her. She lay her head on Andy's chest as the younger woman wrapped her arms around her.
"It's never been like that for me," Miranda whispered just as her eyes fluttered closed.
Andy kissed the top of her lover's head before she said, "It's never been like that for me either."
Sometime later Miranda opened her eyes, finding herself still in Andy's warm embrace. Neither of the women she'd been in her life enjoyed this type of closeness after sex, and yet this new version of herself had no desire to move. She kept her head on Andy's chest, enjoying the sound of the woman's heart as it pulsed beneath her.
"I must have dozed off right after you did," Andy commented.
"I had three amazing orgasms, what's your excuse," Miranda replied, pulling a chuckle from her lover.
"Well, I had two, not that we were counting,"
"I know you had one in the shower, but when was the other?" Miranda questioned.
"Maybe you walked in on my second orgasm," Andy hinted.
"Was it?"
"No, I came when I was making you come the second time."
Miranda looked up at her but saw no hint of a lie.
"You had an orgasm just from giving me pleasure?"
"I wanted you to come again so desperately that when you did so did I," Andy admitted.
Miranda leaned forward and kissed the other woman's lips no longer able to resist. Andy was the first to deepen the kiss pushing her tongue past Miranda's willing lips. She rolled Miranda over, covering her body in the process. Miranda broke the kiss her mind singularly focused on Andy's swaying breasts. She leaned forward, taking a tan nipple into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it and was pleased to feel it harden in her mouth. Andy threw her head back, looking like a greek goddess in the process.
A moan escaped Andy's lips as Miranda grazed her hardened peak with her teeth. She finally let go allowing her lover to sit up straddling Miranda's hips in the process. The younger woman allowed Miranda's hand to roam freely over the whole of her body. Miranda took full advantage as she eagerly explored the body poised above her.
Miranda knew that Andy was ready when the younger woman began grinding her pelvis into her stomach. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers through Andy's well-trimmed triangle. The feel of the curled hairs against her fingers combined with the look in Andy's eyes caused the older woman's clit to throb. She pushed down her own desires for now choosing to focus her attention on satisfying her young lover's desperate need.
"turnabout is fair play," Miranda thought just before she gave the brunette beauty's clit two fast strokes.
"Oh, God Miranda," the younger woman moaned.
The smile on Miranda's face would have sent all of her former assistants scrambling for cover. To her credit, Andy shivered in response to that look but managed a small smile of her own.
Her smile grew even more wicked as her hand moved into position unseen by the distracted brunette. Without warning, Miranda slipped three fingers inside Andy's dripping pussy.
"Oh fuuuck," Andy breathed out.
The sensation around Miranda's fingers felt amazing. Andy's body was warm and wet and velvety soft. At the same time, her muscles were strong as they squeezed her invading fingers.
Andy moved her body up a little giving Miranda easier access. Miranda watched as her fingers disappeared inside the younger woman over and over again. She had to admit that fucking Andy filled her with a confidence she'd lacked in recent years. Having this woman ride her fingers, giving her this kind of pleasure, it was so addicting. Now she understood how Andy could come just from touching her. All of her thoughts left her as cool blue eyes were captured by blazing brown eyes. At that moment, Miranda knew she'd never seen anything so beautiful in her entire life.
"Miranda," Andy cried out cumming hard.
They stayed in place, staring at each other as a look of amazement crossed both of their faces. Miranda knew that something extraordinary had just occurred between them. The passion she'd felt in the past few hours eclipsed every single encounter in her sexual history. She briefly wondered if this meant she had been gay all her life and had just now realized it. In the end, she decided it didn't matter. She had Andy, and that was all that really mattered.
Hours later, Andy answered the door to find Sam uncharacteristically standing on her doorstep. Andy stepped aside, allowing her friend and former lover access to her home.
"Why didn't you let yourself in?" Andy wanted to know.
"It's no longer my place," Sam offered in response.
Andy thought about that for a long moment before she nodded her head.
She didn't know how Sam knew that things had changed between her and Miranda, but her new shy demeanor made it clear that she knew.
Andy also chastised herself for not realizing what Sam had already concluded. This was not just her home anymore. She really needed to be more considerate of the woman that she was falling, had fallen in love with.
Andy nodded her head and thanked her friend for being so considerate of Miranda's feelings. She felt certain that in time, Miranda would feel just as comfortable around Sam as Andy did, but before she could convey that thought, the bell rang again.
She opened the door finding the last member of the group. She invited Lily in then escorts both women into her study where Miranda was waiting for them. It pleased Andy when Miranda seamlessly took on the role of hostess asking their guests what they wanted to drink. Andy just shook her head when Sam requested something far stronger than wine.
"The Laphroaig would be grand," Sam said.
"A woman after my own heart," Miranda said, pouring one for herself as well.
"I'll take one of those too," Lily said.
"Make it four," Andy said as she felt an unease settle in her gut. She thought Lily was hoping for a little liquid courage to help get through the conversation they were about to have.
They all took the same seats from the previous day. Each woman sipped the fine single malt whiskey from crystal tumblers before attention towards Lily. Except for Andy, who continued to look at Miranda. She could feel her heart break at seeing the glimmer of hope that the older woman couldn't hide.
"I have read all the files, and I believe it's clear that something untoward occurred during the first hearing. If that was all that, mattered, we would be home free."
Andy could feel Miranda's hand tighten in hers.
"But," Andy asked when Miranda didn't or couldn't.
Lily took another sip from her glass before she addressed Miranda, "I take it from yesterday's conversation that you've done things over the past few years that would be unflattering if they came out in court?"
Andy hates that the question has to be asked, hates even more how Miranda's grip tightens even further.
"I drank, did drugs, had sex with people I shouldn't have, did things with them that were degrading."
Andy can't help but feel a sense of pride in Miranda's ability to speak so unflinchingly about her mistakes.
"And it's likely that video evidence exists of those things," Miranda added.
Andy squeezed Miranda's hand, trying to convey that her feelings won't change. That there is nothing, she could say that could change her feelings in any way.
She gets a grateful look from Miranda as the other woman seemed to relax a little.
"If those things come out in the new hearing, It will be difficult to convince any judge that you are the best option for your daughters," Lily said putting the worse case on the table.
"And what about my former husband, what of his sins," Miranda said.
Though her voice is calm, Andy could feel the rage coming off Miranda in waves.
Before things go too far off the rails, Sam asked a question that turned the conversation in a completely different direction.
"How many people know that Miranda Priestly was born Miriam Princhek?"
Miranda looked thoughtful for a moment before she responded, "I never told either of my husband's, my parents are gone, I have no siblings. So, outside of this room, only one other person can make that connection."
"Do you trust us, and do you trust this other person?" Sam asked.
Miranda looked at each of the other women before she responded, "Yes, I do."
"In that case, what I would say is that Miriam did all of the things you described. We just need to separate Miranda from Miriam."
"But she's Miriam," Lily tried to point out.
"Catch up here Lil's, she's Miranda, and no one can prove otherwise,"
"And the video evidence," Lilly responded heatedly.
Andy rolled her eyes at this old argument. It had always been like this between them. Lily was the worrier of the group, and Sam could care less about Lily's worries.
"Ladies," Miranda interrupted, causing both women to stop in their tracks.
"Sam, please explain what you have in mind."
Sam stuck her tongue out at Lily, causing the attorney to laugh aloud, easing the tension in the room by a degree or two.
"What I mean is that, If only people you trust know that Miranda is also Miriam, then you can't be held responsible for any of her sins."
They were all quiet for a moment until Lily opened her mouth to speak, but Sam beat her to it, "before you ask, I'll take care of the video."
"How," Lily said before she could stop herself.
The grin on Sam's face made it clear that Lily didn't want to know.
"Ok, assuming we can pull all this off, we still have another problem," Lily began.
"What have I been doing the past few years," Miranda said, having already seen this hole in Sam's scheme.
Andy had some thoughts on the subject, but she wasn't quite sure how Miranda would feel about it.
Before Sam or anyone else could answer, they all heard the chime from the front door.
Sam looked at both Andy and Miranda and could tell that neither of them was expecting more guests.
"I got it," she said, standing and moving towards the front door.
They all stayed quiet as they waited for Sam to return. Instead, they heard the sound of a new voice.
"Get your bloody hands off of me."
"Emily," Andy heard Miranda whisper before she stood and followed the sound of the British woman's voice.
Andy moved as well using her long legs to quickly overtake Miranda's shorter strides. What she saw was Sam restraining a rather attractive redhead.
"Emily," Miranda said in a louder voice this time.
"I take it; you know her?" Sam asked, turning her attention slightly away from the newcomer.
"Yes, you can let her go," Miranda said.
When Sam did, Emily walked over to Miranda and threw her arms around the smaller woman's shoulders. Tears flowed freely from each woman, and Andy felt her sense of unease return. She didn't know what to think about this apparent reunion, but the look of love that appeared on Miranda's face increased Andy's discomfort tenfold.
She suddenly felt like an intruder in her own home. She signaled to the other two women that they should give Miranda and her guest a moment of privacy. When she turned to retreat from the room, she was stopped by Miranda's hand on her forearm.
"Andy, please allow me to introduce you to Emily Charlton, my eldest daughter."
AN: Well, that was unexpected. I had always planned to introduce Emily to this story; then I had the idea of creating a stronger bond between her and Miranda. I also initially envisioned Emily and Sam as an eventual couple, which could have made Sam shoving Emil up against the wall quite hot. Ala, I decided to include Mia in this story instead. I have another story idea that does feature Sam and Emily as a couple, but it will probably be a while before I have the time to explore that one. Never fear Emily fans she will not be lonely forever, just don't expect her love interest to be Serena.
The next chapter will give us the backstory for Miranda and Emily's relationship as well as solving the, "where has Miranda Priestly been these past few years problem."
As for Andy and Miranda, I like the idea of Miranda submitting to Andy in bed. Actually, I think the two of them in bed in any circumstance is hot as hell, but this time, I wanted to explore a relationship dynamic when Andy is the more dominant partner.
Sorry about the delay with this update. Life has gotten hectic of late, and unfortunately, that may continue for a while. That being said, I will do my best to post as often as I can. This story remains my top writing priority.
Let me know what you think.