A/N: I really hope you all like this. I seem to have found my writing brain again. The downside to that is, I've written about 15 different HP beginnings and all of them, I really like, so my brain is very Minerva right now. I've also written Minerva instead of Miranda about 12,000 times.
Forgive me.
Anyway. Here we are. I'm sending them home soon, maybe they won't explore Paris. Maybe we'll just hear about in show and tell or whatever. I'm happy to move them forward though. Did I say I got my writing brain back? Wish me luck.
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"All done for toni-"
Andy smiled into the pillow as Miranda stopped mid sentence. She had prepared for exactly this moment by laying face down on the bed, naked as the day she was born.
"Darling, you," Andy giggled as she felt a tiny kiss on her ankle. "Are." A kiss on her thigh. "Divine."
She nearly choked as Miranda's body landed next to hers, bare skin rubbing against bare skin. She looked up and saw the love shining out of Miranda's eyes and couldn't help it. She swooped in for a kiss and before long was tangled up in a knot of legs and arms and beating hearts.
"You are so utterly beautiful," Miranda whispered, pulling back and tracing her face. "I do not know why I have waited so long to hold you like this."
"We were busy," Andy smiled, and meant it. "And we had other, more important things to take care of. 5 important things to take care of. "
"But -"
"No buts," Andy smiled, running her hand down Miranda's back and to her ass. "Okay, maybe some butt. But no," Miranda's rolled her eyes. "I know it's felt like forever, but do you know, we've only be together properly since," she thought about it. "Nearly five months?" she whispered, her eyes going wide. "Is that all?"
"Is that all?" Miranda chuckled. "Feel like a million years Andréa?"
"Yes," Andy smiled, wrapping her leg around Miranda's thigh to keep her with her. "But hear me out. It feels like I've always been yours. Like I've always been with you. Like we've always had these children. I feel -"
"Whole," Miranda whispered, resting her head on her hands above Andy's heart. "You make me feel whole Andréa."
"And you," Andy sighed. "You make me feel so many things."
"Yes?" Miranda asked, her fingers walking a trail down Andy's sternum. "Like this?" She wiggled her fingers in Andy's belly button and sent Andy's head back laughing loudly.
"Shh," Miranda chuckled. "Please don't wake the babies now I have time to spend some time loving you."
Andy paused, brushing that lock of hair from her face.
"I love you Miranda."
Miranda didn't reply, instead, she swooped down and pressed her lips against Andy's. Andy moaned as her tongue ran gently along the edges of her mouth. The skin tingled as she allowed Miranda's tongue to tease her own. She tasted of coffee and mint ice cream and Andy grinned at the thought.
"It was remiss of me to leave you here, unsatiated the last time," Miranda muttered, her mouth kissing wet kisses down her neck. "A rare mistake on my behalf. Because," she followed her mouth down and sucked gently on Andy's nipple. "I spent the hours following," she clarified. "Every hour after imagining what it would be like. Do you like being bitten?" Miranda bit down gently, on Andy's side. The groan Andy gave was hopefully enough to let Miranda know the answer without having to form words. She felt Miranda smile against her skin and rolled her hips against the knee between them. "Do you prefer a softer touch?" Andy groaned as Miranda's tongue wound it's way over her hip. "Do you prefer my nails," her short nails raked Andy's thigh. "Or my gently fingers."
"Please!" Andy whispered. Her body felt like it was being electrocuted under Miranda's ministrations.
"Anyone would think you were eager Andréa," Miranda muttered in her ear, her fingers making nonsensical patterns on her belly.
"Miranda," Andy said, gripping her arms. "Miranda I have waited for so long. Please don't make we wait any longer."
"Shh," Miranda smiled, pressing tiny kisses from her chin to her ear and then back again, her tongue meeting Andy's again without hesitation. Andy had never been kissed so completely in her life and she hung on for dear life as Miranda's hand started travelling from her knee, up her thigh.
"I'm going to love you, exactly as you deserve," Miranda muttered, nuzzling Andy's neck. "With every shred of my being."
Andy about came right then. She tried to concentrate on the way Miranda's tongue was sliding against hers. And she tried to concentrate on the hand in her hair, directing her head so Miranda could bite down on the pulse that was throbbing in her neck. She tried desperately to concentrate on the fingers currently rolling over and over on her clit.
"MIRANDA!"
Her body had never been so very ready to come apart. Her entire being seemed to break apart, and right as she thought it was happening, Miranda slid her fingers inside and Andy forgot her own name. Her body was out of her control as Miranda pushed and pulled, giving all that she had until Andy screamed into Miranda's mouth, her fingernails raking down Miranda's shoulders in an effort to hang on to something in this universe.
She passed outside of time and space as Miranda, pressed kissed down her body, stopping to pay homage to her nipples and then moving further down until her tongue was sliding between Andy's lips, like Miranda had been loving her all her life.
Andy's hands ran through Miranda's hair as the most powerful woman in the Fashion world made love to her body with nothing but her tongue. That slashing tongue that at one time had in her tears, now had in tears again.
"Oh god, Miranda."
She looked down, her eyes widening as she met those bright sapphires staring back at her. They were endless, Miranda's eyes. Endless pools of love and devotion and she had all of it staring at her in this moment.
She broke. Her pussy clenched around Miranda's tongue and she breathed her name in devotion to the woman. Her whole body was shaking when Miranda gathered her into her arms and kissed her deeply.
"Andréa I love you so fully," Miranda muttered against Andy's damp hair. "I have never loved another as I love you."
Andy couldn't reply, but she used her hand in Miranda's beautiful hair to pull her down and kiss her fully. She could taste herself on Miranda's tongue and she pulled her down on top of her.
"Andréa I don't -"
"Let me take care of you."
Andy kissed her, wishing she could give back as much as Miranda had given her.
"Come here," she whispered, pulling her thigh across her belly.
Andy sat up a little and came face to face with Miranda's perfect breasts. She engulfed one nipple between her lips and sucked as she sunk her fingers into Miranda's pussy without ceremony.
"Fuck."
It was the single sexiest thing she'd ever heard and she wasted no time in curling her fingers.
"Yes! Yes!"
Andy fucked her, hard. Miranda's hands were in her hair, pulling her lips to her other nipple while she bucked and hissed her way to an orgasm Andy was proud to give him.
"Darling, I -"
Miranda brought her head forward, and Andy saw she had tears in her eyes. They laughed gently, their treats matching and Andy lowered them back down to the bed, sliding her arm under Miranda's neck and pulling her in close.
"I know we don't know the future," Andy whispered, running her nose along Miranda's as she came down from her high. "But I know for a fact I will never love anyone but you."
"And I, Andréa," Miranda whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair away. "Have been waiting my whole life for you, to love. Thank you," she said, looking into Andy's eyes. "For being brave my darling. For loving me. For loving," she gave her a watery smile. "Our children."
Andy spent a little while kissing Miranda sweetly before she sighed, nuzzling the woman's face.
"We have to get dressed, because you know they're going to be in here before long."
"It isn't nearly morning?" Miranda asked, looking around.
"It's 3."
"Well," Miranda smiled. "I guess we have no shows to go tomorrow until lunch. Perhaps you will indulge me in a lie-in."
"I'd love to," Andy smiled.
They got up and got ready for bed, meeting with soft, sweet words of love in the middle of the bed not half an hour later, curling up around each other in sleep.
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Something was poking Andy in the face, and she moved away from in an effort to stave off the wakefulness she was not interested in seeing.
"M'randa?" she muttered, curling up tighter. "Make it stop."
"Mama?"
She sighed deeply, her brain immediately switching to go as she looked through one eye at the tiny culprit standing by the bed. Olivia had one pigtail still in, and one not, and her thumb was lodged firmly in her mouth. Andy frowned.
"Liv? Wha's wrong?"
"I has a poorly tummy."
"Andr -" Andy felt Miranda stir but she couldn't make her tired brain work. "Olivia, darling, why are you out of bed."
"I was sick."
That got Andy's attention and she sat up.
"In bed?"
"Uhuh," Olivia mumbled, her lower lip trembling.
"Oh baby, it's okay." Andy said, slipping out of bed "Just relax, do you feel like you might be more sick?"
"Uhuh."
Andy met Miranda's eyes and found just a hint of amusement in them. A challenge to perhaps say are you so sure you want this with me? And winked back and pressed a kiss to Olivia's hair, wincing as she caught the smell.
"Right, you need a bath and one of us," she cocked an eyebrow at Miranda. "Needs to go clean up."
"I have had more than enough experience," Miranda said quickly, grabbing Olivia at arm's length and carrying her into the bathroom. "You should clean up, I will bathe Olivia."
Andy threw a pillow at them as they left, but nodded, steeling herself for the mess.
And it was. Olivia had managed to throw up over her bed, and Sam's as well beside her. The only one that managed to escape was Nick, who lay perfectly still watching her.
"What are you doing up baby?" she asked, soothing his hair. "Did your sister wake you up?"
He shrugged, but sat up and squeezed his little arms around her middle. She indulged him for a moment before kissing his hair and getting down to business.
"Will you go get in Mama and M'anda's bed please love? I'm going to bring your brother through in a moment."
He toddled off and Andy watched him go. She wished he felt comfortable enough and wondered whether it was time to put him in some counselling. The smell permeating the room was enough to get her attention.
"Bloody hell," she whispered, shaking her head.
Managing not to step in it, or slip in it, she maneuvered herself around Sam's bed and slid her arms under him.
"Mummy?"
"Just Mama little monkey," Andy whispered. "I have you."
She carried him into their room, and tucked him in beside Nick.
She knew they'd be exhausted at the Gala's but she struggled to care. After making love for hours, even this little interruption of sleep didn't feel like a big deal.
"Do you need help?" Miranda's voice at the door made her smile. That Miranda would pretend to help her clean their children's vomit from the hotel floor was indication enough that she was loved.
"No," Andy chuckled. "I opened the windows and I've done the best I can. I'll have housekeeping do a deep clean tomorrow while they're with Serena and Joc."
"Come to bed then Andréa," Miranda smiled tiredly.
"I'm right behind you."
She tidied up the last few things and followed her little family to bed. Miranda was already tucked under the covers with Olvia secured in her arms, Nick was still wide awake in the middle and Sam was sulking.
"Are you a sad little monkey," Andy whispered, pushing him gently out of the way and getting in.
"Livvy took my M'anda"
Andy smiled, brushing his hair out of his face. He could do will a haircut soon.
"Well," Andy smiled. "I know I'm not M'anda, but maybe you can keep me company tonight?"
"You always hug Nicky."
"Nicky is doing his own thing right now, and I really need a cuddle."
"You do?"
Andy nodded and chuckled when Sam flew into her arms, almost colliding with her chin.
"I promise I'll make sure there's room in my arms for little monkey sized Sam's from now on, okay?"
"Yeah," he said, snuggling down on top of her.
"You okay baby?" she looked at Nick. He nodded happily and she noticed Mirada's hand on his belly, rubbing gently with her thumb. She looked up and met Miranda's eyes in the dimmed bathroom light.
They didn't need words.