A/N: This one is going out with a massive shout out to Callie-G over on FFNet for providing the prompt.
Summary: Years after the events in Paris, Miranda finds one of her darling Bobbsey's remained in touch with the assistant that got away, Andréa (Call me Andy) Sachs. What will happen when the editor comes face to face with her past? Will she still see a lot of herself in the brunette?
Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling around with these characters. I do not make any money them because Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.
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The weeks flew by, with the two women carving out time for one another most evenings, more often than not with Andy and Ethan joining Miranda at the townhouse or having dinner at some of Miranda's favourite restaurants, where she and Ethan were fawned over.
Ethan adored it when Miranda dressed him up for dinners out and his easy smile had many people commenting on how handsome he was. He had struck up a beautiful relationship with Cara, who had spent a few hours with him over the past two weeks when Andy needed to work. He adored playing with Patricia in Miranda's small back garden, and he and the nanny had spent time creating paintings and drawings that were then hung on the fridge at the townhouse and at Andy's apartment. Cara, recognising how smart Ethan was, had begun teaching him basic math and writing which kept his eager little mind busy.
Andy had finally declined the job at Good Morning America, thanking them for the opportunity and her days had been spent writing up a storm, offering small pieces to multiple publications, and yet her email remained quiet.
That evening, Andy sat at her desk after settling Ethan. She'd decided to stay home due to Miranda being at some swish publishing event but found she couldn't concentrate.
Moving to the deep freeze, she grabbed the carton of Ben and Jerry's and a spoon before heading towards the sofa and flicking through the TV channels before landing on Food Network. As she sat down, she caught the small knock at her apartment door and sighed as she glanced at the ice cream and then at the door again, hoping whoever it was would just go away.
Another impatient knock sounded and setting her ice cream aside, Andy walked quickly to the door and opened it wide to find Miranda smirking at her.
Dressed in a beautiful red Giambattista Valli gown with a plunging neckline, the editor was simply stunning and Andy couldn't help but offer her a wide smile. "You know, you could have just used your key."
Miranda swept past her and the fragrant scent of her unique Givenchy perfume trailed around Andy. Setting her small clutch aside on a side table, Miranda turned to face her. "Yes, well, in my haste to get to the function so I could leave in a timely manner, I forgot my keys."
"How long did you actually stay at the function?" Andy teased, watching as Miranda's eyes landed on the pint of ice cream.
"Oh, about thirty minutes, enough to greet those worth greeting and whisper a few words in certain people's ear." Miranda's lips twitched. "You should have come. A few people asked after you."
"Did they?" Andy queried softly as she moved to sit back down.
"Yes, there was one man who could be heard muttering about me being lucky for apparently snatching up the most beautiful woman in New York publishing." Miranda's smile was wide. "I must admit to feeling very smug about that."
Andy giggled. "It wasn't Greg, was it?"
Miranda's smile widened. "How did you guess?"
"He's been pretty vocal over the years. He's a good man." Andy smiled softly. "How was his face?"
"He's had his tooth fixed but he still has a slight fat lip. His wife, Eve, found the whole thing, with him getting in your way, quite funny. She apparently called him a gap-toothed fool and told him he should have been the one to punch Gillespie."
Andy grabbed the ice cream and lifted the lid. "That would have been preferable, at least that way I'd still have a job."
"You're still worried?" Miranda breathed the question and Andy couldn't do anything but nod her agreement as she spooned ice cream into her mouth. "Well, just as a heads up, there is now a position needing to be filled in editorial should you wish to apply. I fired that stupid man, Antoine. He kept insisting I cut your feature." Miranda waved a hand dismissively. "To make room for a Lancôme advertisement of all things."
"You would hire me?" Andy breathed pulling the spoon from her mouth.
"That depends. Are you going to share that ice cream or demolish every morsel?" Miranda teased, taking the spoon and the pint tub and taking a small bite.
"Seriously, Miranda. You're not messing with me, are you?" Andy asked.
Miranda hummed as she took another spoonful of ice cream before setting it aside. She turned to face Andy and grasped her hand, giving it a small squeeze. "I do not mess when it comes to my magazine, Andréa. I hire the best people, and while you may believe you lack certain sensibilities where fashion is concerned, I disagree." She brushed her thumb over the soft skin she held. "You picked up much when you worked at Runway, admittedly with some assistance from Nigel, but what compels me to advise you of this is that you are a solid editor. Greg has stated categorically at that first award ceremony, after giving your thanks to the panel, that he barely ever had to touch your copy and I saw this for myself with your feature on upcycling. Now, I am aware it is not the fashion industry you wish to work within, but a year in the job would set you up to do anything."
Andy pulled away slightly. "Like the last year..."
"Almost nine months." Miranda interrupted. "You lasted eight months, seventeen days. You walked away on the busiest day of my career, the worst day, and I understood. I pushed and you made a choice." She frowned. "Would working for me again be such a chore?"
"No, it's just..." Andy frowned. "...people may think you simply fired Antoine because you wished to give me his job and with the press and everything...people know I walked away, and they still talk in whispers about the fact you never actually blacklisted me. I don't want you to be accused of nepotism."
"I stand by my decision to rid myself of that useless man. He hasn't had an original idea in his entire tenure at the magazine. Now, I do not go out of my way to intentionally harm people who show ambition and the willingness to succeed although I may perhaps find myself placing them where I believe they are capable, sometimes outside publishing, it is generally warranted." Miranda's lips twitched. "It is ultimately your choice, all I ask is that you think about it, my darling. I am not the one who will make the final decision about who gets hired, but I believe you would be a formidable hire."
"I promise I'll give it due consideration, Miranda," Andy stated, dipping her head to steal a soft kiss. "Hey." She whispered.
Miranda chuckled. "Hey?" She queried.
"Yeah, I just realised I didn't greet you properly." Andy grinned.
"Oh, we certainly can't be having that." Miranda leaned forward and brushed her lips against Andy's. "Can I stay?" She muttered.
"Of course. Would you like me to run you a bath or something?" Andy gestured towards the bathroom.
"Or something. Switch that infernal noise off, put the ice cream away and me to bed." Miranda whispered the request in Andy's ear softly.
"Infernal noise? Surely you are aware Rachel Ray is a culinary goddess." Andy teased.
Miranda smirked. "She talks too much."
Andy's smile widened and she pressed the TV remote firmly. "You're right, beautiful lady. Once we get to the bedroom, I should be able to find you some new jim-jams, though they may be a little long in the leg." Andy grinned as Miranda pursed her lips.
"Do these Jim-jams have little footsies?" Miranda arched one of her perfect eyebrows and tried to hide her amusement.
"No, but they may be covered in Micky and Minnie Mouse." Andy blushed. "They were a mother's days present off E.J and Fizzy."
"Oh no, I shall not take your new pyjamas." Miranda's lips twitched as she stood. "I shall just have to sleep in my birthday suit."
"In your..." Andy's brain fried at the idea that Miranda was that comfortable with her. "Whoa."
"Unless you believe Ethan..." Miranda trailed off and bit her lip. "...Perhaps pyjamas are more suitable. It had been a long time since I had to consider such a small child."
"Both E.J and Izzy have seen me naked. It's a small apartment and there have been times I was needed quickly or one of them interrupted me mid-shower or walked in while I was using the toilet. I never made a big deal of it because I want my children to be comfortable in their own skin." Andy grinned. "E.J is curious about body hair right now, after finding me shaving my legs and maintaining what he insists on calling my fur." Andy kicked her lips as Miranda chuckled. "Izzy was at the age where she was not comfortable with my occasional nudity when she came to me, which is really quite understandable. She avoids being found naked and seeing me naked. We have always had solid boundaries." Andy shrugged. "You know, once, when I was breastfeeding E.J there was this older man who told me I should cover up. His wife poked him in the ribs, told him my breasts weren't there for anyone but my baby and to keep his eyes averted if he didn't want to see them. She cut my sandwich into quarters and gave me a pat on the shoulder before telling me it was beautiful. I hate how the world has sexualised the naked female form."
"Write about it, with Runway in mind." Miranda smiled as she pulled Andy to her feet. "I would like to read what you come up with."
"Tomorrow." Andy breathed. Snatching the ice cream up, she moved to the kitchen and stashed it away at the back of the deep freeze.
"Can you grab my purse?" Miranda's voice echoed from the bedroom and Andy could not stop her smile.
"Yes, Miranda," Andy responded, stepping towards where the older woman had dropped her clutch on a side table. She grabbed the thing and almost skipped towards the back of the apartment. where the bedrooms could be found.
She opened a door and crossed the room silently, bending to kiss her son's forehead gently as her hand rested on his chest, living the feeling if it rising and falling beneath her palm. Knowing her little one was settled, she moved from the room carefully and closed the door leaving Ethan with his small nightlight.
Moving down the narrow hall, she entered her own bedroom. The sheer beauty of the scene before her eyes had her stalling. Miranda radiated a power that left her captive as she lay on her stomach wearing only her small thong.
What made Miranda even more beautiful, more magical, than usual was the glow of her small bedside lamp on her pale unblemished skin.
Andy could tell Miranda was still unaware of her presence. As she stood there looking at the older woman appreciatively, seconds turned into minutes.
Unable to resist any longer, Andy tossed Miranda's clutch down on top of her dress before moving around to straddle her legs. She proceeded to run her hands over Miranda's neck and shoulders, softly caressing every inch of exposed skin.
Miranda peered over her left shoulder, giving her a small smile. "You took your sweet time." She moaned when Andy's fingers dug into a small knot, releasing the tension.
Andy watched Miranda as she massaged her, kneading her strong hands over the small of her back, before moving down and lingering on her round ass, and then working her way down her legs to her feet.
Lulled into total relaxation, Miranda folded her arms beneath her head while Andy knelt at her feet and worked her thumbs into her instep. "Oh my God, my darling, that feels heavenly." She breathed.
"I'm glad." Andy smiled, secretly pleased by the words as she continued a pattern of slow caressing, kneading and squeezing.
She felt awed by the moment. Miranda had continued to show her a level of trust that was quite extraordinary and she'd returned that trust. In prior talks the week before, they had discussed the initial nickname she had been given off Christian as well as safe sex practices.
The editor had brought up the possibility of them using dental dams, and when prodded for information, admitted to having done some reading. Andy had shrugged and advised the editor she was responsive to whatever Miranda required to feel content in their intimacy. The use of dental dams had not been brought up again since that night and Andy believed she knew why.
Miranda had waxed poetic, after a lazy morning in bed the weekend before, that their lovemaking created flavours that needed to be savoured.
Taking Miranda's right foot in her hands, she worked the surface of the sole before moving to the instep once more. The shafts of low light had the skin glowing. Bending her head, Andy slowly brushed the tip of her tongue against the smooth big toe before pulling it into her mouth.
Miranda tensed before relaxing as Andy teased her tongue around it, and then reaching her mouth to each lesser toe. Miranda shifted, positioning her feet in such a way that it became easier for Andy to do what she wanted. Andy switched; massaging the left foot dry while teasing the toes between her lips. The older woman whimpered at the gentle caress of fingers and tongue.
Andy knew she would never get enough of this woman. She moved up squeezed Miranda's ass with a firm grip, her lips and teeth trailing over the soft flesh causing the editor to squirm.
"Mm, Andréa, please... " Miranda whined the words aloud, "... please."
The Small plea ignited something in Andy and she moved up, lying against Miranda and pressing herself, still fully clothed, against the woman. "I adore the taste of you, my love," Andy whispered hotly. "From the tip of your feet to the crown of your head. But there is nothing sweeter than the taste of your pussy against my tongue." Miranda gasped at the words. "Will you let me taste you?"
Andy could feel her own clit beginning to throb. She loved being allowed this close to Miranda. She wanted to bury her long, slender fingers into Miranda, take her, make sure she would know she'd been there every time she moved the following day. It was primal and somewhat frightening.
She thrust her denim-clad hips against the perfect swell of Miranda's near naked ass and was stunned when Miranda began to drive her ass matching the rhythm of her hips and turned her head to look at Andy.
"Darling," Miranda whimpered, her eyes blazing with desperation as her cheeks pinked. "I need...oh sweet, Andréa...I need you to take me."
Gently, Andy turned Miranda onto her back and looked down into her hooded eyes. "I need you to explain what you want." She husked.
"If you go in my purse, there is something we both may find useful." Miranda husked, her eyes bright and a blush rising up her cheeks beautifully.
Andy rolled off the bed and moved to where she had dropped Miranda's clutch on the small bench at the bottom of her bed. She pulled the clutch open and glanced down at the small 2oz bottle of Sliquid Organics water-based lube. Her eyes snapped up at the editor, and she swallowed hard as her heartbeat quickened. There was only one reason the other woman would be carrying lube.
She tugged her t-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra before snapping the button at her waist free and letting the straight-legged jeans slip over her thighs, leaving her in her Calvin Klein boyshorts.
She spotted the darkening of Miranda's eyes and watched as she raised her ass and pulled her thong down her legs, before dropping it at the side of the bed. She crooked her finger at Andy, who pulled her own panties off and grabbed the lube before bounding up beside her.
Miranda's small giggle was like music to her ears and she allowed the older woman to take the lube and place it on the bedside table beside her before slowly closing the gap between them and taking Andy's lips, kissing them.
"You are gorgeous, my Andréa," Miranda whispered between kisses.
Andy returned the gentle kisses. "No, you are. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. At least I think so."
"I love you, Andréa." Miranda husked.
"I love you too, Miranda." Andy smiled softly down at her.
"I cannot quite believe I have my very own Miranda girl." Miranda teased lightly.
Andy had explained her thoughts about the nickname but dinner with Christian the week before had provided them with his reasoning for the name, primarily the fact that he could sense working for Miranda had taught Andy a lot in a short amount of time but she was still trying to remain true to herself. Andy still shared her opinions and stood up for what was right for her, something he knew Miranda had also done over the years. Christian told them both it was clear Andy held a lot of respect for the editor, it was only later that he had realised it was more.
"Always." Andy breathed in a sharp intake of air as Miranda stroked the backs of her fingers along her collarbone. Every single touch increased her desire for the woman. "I've been yours for so long."
"I know that now, my darling. I know." Miranda reassured.
Their kissing continued and their passion increased as their warm lips met and their tongues danced. Eventually, Andy eased Miranda up onto her knees on the mattress and slipped behind her.
In the low light of the lamp, Andy pulled Miranda into her, leaning her back against her front, her breasts pressing against the older woman's back so there was no space between them. Her hands slid down over Miranda's breasts, teasing her nipples while her mouth and tongue settled against her arched neck. She couldn't see Miranda's face, and the position seemed to heighten her other senses.
"More, my beautiful," Miranda hissed.
Andy moved her hand lower and slipped a single finger between Miranda's outer lips to stroke her clit. Miranda cried out softly and Andy concentrated on the way it felt to touch the woman in her arms.
In the semi-darkness, they became one, their two bodies with no space between; grinding against each other as Andy teased Miranda's clit until it was straining from the hood and the editor was panting.
For what felt like hours, she kept Miranda in the edge of her orgasm and they whispered their words of love repeatedly.
Andy leaned back, her hand reaching out for the lubricant. Grasping it firmly she flipped the lid and taking her hand off Miranda, squeezed a generous amount on her fingers before setting the tube back down on the table. She massaged the liquid in and around Miranda's folds before lightly stroking her entrance to prepare her.
It seemed that Miranda opened up just for her, hungry for her touch. Taking the lube once more, she poured it generously onto her fingers before she guided her hand back to slip one of her fingers inside lightly and thrusting in slow, measured strokes, curling it up.
Miranda whimpered softly, arching into her touch. "I want to look at you as I come." She groaned as Andy continued with her soft touch.
Andy pulled her finger from Miranda and turned her so they were face-to-face. She settled Miranda's legs over her hips and stretched out her own on either side of the other woman.
It was Miranda who took up the lube and clutching Andy's hand in hers, poured the contents over her fingers as she maintained eye contact.
It was an infinitely intimate moment as Miranda pulled her hand back towards her clit before she stroked down and entered her with two fingers, stretching her wider. But this time, Miranda gave Andy what she needed too, with her teeth grazing over her breasts and her thumb stroking between her folds and over her clit firmly as her finger entered her easily followed quickly by a second. Miranda pushed herself closer still and her tongue darted between Andy's lips, her breath warm as it turned harsher and her eyes falling closed.
Andy couldn't hold back any felt the flickers of her building orgasm. Raising her free hand, she ran her fingers through Miranda's silver hair and pulled her closer, deepening their kiss, wanting Miranda to feel what she was feeling.
She thrust into Miranda deep and slow with her two fingers until she felt the muscles in her forearm bag in to burn from the effort. Andy loved how Miranda felt around her, not to mention the way the older woman worked her body until she felt it was singing with every gentle touch.
Miranda's eyes blazed open, the depth of blue holding awe as her inner wall began to contract around Andy's probing fingers and she cried out. "Come for me..." Miranda called. "...Now!"
Andy let herself fall over the precipice of her own orgasm, her forehead coming to rest against Miranda's as she shuddered. Their eyes met and locked as they breathed in the sight of the climax of the other, lost in each other's gaze, in the heat and tangled limbs, in their love.
"Oh God, how do you do this to me?" Miranda husked as Andy removed her hand carefully. "Fifty-four years old and...and..." Andy's lips cut off the words, and Miranda hummed into the kiss, tangling her free hand in Andy's hair as she scooted closer still, pulling Andy flush against her. "...no-one has ever touched me the way you do." Miranda breathed. "No-one else ever will."
Andy shuddered at the words as Miranda's fingers continued to move inside her, coaxing more and more waves of pleasure to crash through her.
"Mm, Mirandaaaaaa!" Andy's low whine bounced off the walls.
"I need to make sure you feel me tomorrow. I need you to know it will only ever be me, Andréa." Miranda told her, her eyes serious.
"Only ever you, promise." Andy panted.
"Good." Miranda breathed, ceasing all movement. Her nose trailed along Andy's jaw and she smiled as Andy struggled to catch her breath.
"I think you've ruined me for anyone else." Andy husked, attempting to stifle a giggle.
"Marvellous." Miranda drawled, a wider smile gracing her face as she lay Andy down against the pillows and settled in beside her. "Now, there is an event I would like you to attend with me, next Friday evening."
"Are you sure?" Andy asked.
"I am certain. I refuse to hide away as if I am ashamed." Miranda brushed a kiss against Andy's cheek. "There is a beautiful Elie Saab tuxedo in the closet with your name on it. You will look sublime. Then on Sunday, I thought we could fetch Isabel together." Miranda glanced up at her, her anticipation clear.
"Okay." Andy breathed.
"We can fly up to Albany and then drive if you wish," Miranda suggested.
Andy was fighting a losing battle to remain awake. "Shoundsgood. Lovesyoo." She breathed. The last thing she was aware of was Miranda's breath ghosting over the back of her neck as she curled around her.
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