A/N: This is my first attempt at Fanfiction. I woke up with the idea in my head after inhaling so much DWP/Mirandy fanfic. This is not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do now own any of the Characters belonging to The Devil Wears Prada. These are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.
Summary: Andy leaves Paris with final words for Miranda.
A/N 2: I have spent some time since my last update editing this story in the hopes it would coax my muse from hibernation. There are no major changes to the storyline/plot.
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Chapter Ten:
Fifteen minutes later Miranda walked back into the living room to find Andy and the twins curled up together on the sofa in a similar position they held in the car that afternoon. Pulling her iPhone out she snapped a few photos as they laughed, talked and cuddled and sent them to Nigel. Her cell buzzed quickly causing Andy to glance up with a smile.
nkips: OMG how cute are those three. Donatella wants to know why you're not in the photo. I'm sure that woman's brain is in her ass xox
m.p: Donatella's with you? Don't tell her I'm home, last time it took hours to get rid of her and her usual entourage x
nkips: Too late, she's just called her driver. Pull out your shittiest wine that'll prompt her to leave quickly. xox
Miranda frowned. "Goddamnit."
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Andy asked softly as Miranda sat beside her.
"It looks like Nigel, Donatella and whatever entourage she has in place is about to descend," Miranda told her.
"Oh, well how bad can it be?" Andy asked. "She is one of your closest acquaintances," Andy smirked.
"You used the correct term there. She is an acquaintance. I struggle with the whole friendship thing. I have Nigel and now you. And I'm happy with that. Donatella's just a bit full on." Miranda told her. "And we are settled for the evening, I'm in my pyjamas for Christ's sake."
"And you are beautiful my love," Andy told her with a smile. "Should we go get changed back?"
"Not a chance, this is a new tradition for our family, if they don't like it they can leave," Miranda stated firmly.
"I like Donatella mom, she's so outrageous." Cassidy grinned happily.
"And she calls us the devil's children 'because of the red hair." Caroline giggled.
"No?" Andy exclaimed in horror. "She better not do so in front of me."
"Watch out for any Italian words including Diavolo or Demonio then," Cassidy told Andy mischief lighting up her eyes as she looked up at the brunette.
"It's not funny Cass. I know a few people in school who were bullied because they had red hair. One of my friends was told that she had no soul because it, it made her feel awful. I have to admit that frequently when dealing with Emily, I came to the same conclusion, I think it may just be her, though."
Miranda chuckled at that and shook her head. "Tell Andréa what I told you all those years ago." She asked.
"Mom told us that having red hair is like having a natural superpower because the ginger gene is a natural mutation. And as our hair keeps its natural pigment a lot longer than other hair colours, it will fade like moms did to that gorgeous silvery-white." Caroline grinned happily.
"Well, your mom's hair is a beautiful colour." Andy grinned. "I love your unruly red hair, I think you're both beautiful."
"I like your hair, it's wild," Cassidy told her. "And Caro loves your eyes, they were the first thing she noticed. She said they were kind."
"Shut up..." Caroline hissed at her sister blushing with embarrassment.
"Hey, no arguing," Andy told them gently offering them a grin and another hug.
"If we are having guests, I suppose we should move." Cassidy offered
"You can sit with me or on me as long as you like. My lap's available for all three of you anytime." Andy told them.
"Nah it's okay. If Donatella's coming she'll expect us to perform something on the Piano, she always says something about mom raving about our piano skills. We'll go arrange snacks." Caroline smiled at Andy as she and Cassidy moved off her lap and out of the room.
"So your lap's always available?" Miranda asked with a smirk. Seeing Andy nod she moved across and perched herself on it happily, snuggling into Andy with a sigh. "I'm sorry we're about to get bombarded with unexpected guests."
"It's all right, sweetheart. I can always unleash my pet dragon if things get too out of hand." Andy grinned happily as Miranda chuckled. "Seriously though, I will not allow for anyone to disrespect you or the girls in your home."
"Our home," Miranda told her. "I want this to be your home too. I want us to continue to make memories here, like these." Miranda showed her the photo's she'd taken and sent to Nigel. "I adore this one of you laughing as the girls kissed your cheeks. It's beautiful." Miranda smiled. "All we need now is one of us."
"Well, that's easy enough." Andy grinned widely. "Give me your cell." She asked. As the cell was handed over she extended her hand and looked at Miranda. "Smile my love." She smiled happily as Miranda poked her tongue out at her. Capturing it on camera she pulled her arm back and viewed it. "This here's a perfect one for Page Six." Andy laughed.
Miranda peered at the photo and smiled as she sent it to Andy's cell. "I think we can do better than that." Straddling Andy's lap she put the camera on. Extending her arm outwards she caught Andy's lips in a gentle kiss and took a photo. Dropping her cell on the sofa beside them she deepened the kiss, and they got lost in the moment they were sharing. They didn't hear the stampeding twin footfalls down the stairs or the opening of the front door as their guests arrived.
"Bella Miranda...Ah, I'm so sorry to interrupt..." They broke apart at the softly accented voice coming from the doorway, as Miranda glanced over her shoulder she met the shocked gaze of Donatella and Nigel who was grinning widely.
"Hi Donatella, hey Nige," Andy said with a bright smile over Miranda's shoulder.
"Miranda, you should greet your unexpected guests." Andy reminded her with a smirk.
Miranda turned back to the brunette and rolled her eyes. Giving her a brief kiss she slid off her knee and stalked across the room. "Good evening, what an unexpected pleasure," Miranda said, her tone showing it was anything but.
"Sì, Nigel received a photo. I thought you would be at the Hampton's house for the holiday." Donatella said, her disbelief clear in her tone.
"Well, things surprisingly changed three days ago," Miranda said waving in Andy's direction. "My Andréa came back from Asia and well as you can see there's been a significant change in our relationship."
"You are in your pyjamas?" Donatella was shocked.
"Yes, I am," Miranda said. "We were not expecting guests and were settling in for a night of movies with the twins." She offered a cold smile. "Would you care for a glass of wine or something stronger, perhaps?"
"Who designed these?" Donatella demanded as she stroked the silk and silver embroidery at Miranda's wrist.
Pulling her wrist back Miranda appeared disgusted by the touch. "They were custom made in India..."
"But who designed them?" Donatella asked again.
Andy stood and stalked across the room and clasped Miranda's hand entwining their fingers. "I did." She said, blushing at the expression of shock and amazement on the other women's faces and the confusion on Nigel's.
"You? I saw you when you first arrived in Runway, in your ugly skirts and blouses. True, you became better dressed to a certain extent, but what gave you the impression you could design something and have one of the greatest women in fashion wear it?" Donatella hissed at her in disbelief.
"My love for her did," Andy told her, unable to mask her anger at the Italian woman's words. "I provided something comfortable for my Miranda to wear after a long day filled with incompetence, something as beautiful as she is, something that can offer a multitude of magnificent colours to delight the senses and an intricacy in design you know was achieved with nothing but love and dedication by those blessed enough to have the creativity to do so." Andy looked over at Donatella's canary yellow dress, perfectly moulded to her skin, a thigh-high split allowing movement, feathers aligning the shoulder strap and smirked. "A design so simple in execution it doesn't look like a Sylvester has vomited Tweety Pie's feathers all over it." Andy smiled with fake innocence as Nigel and Miranda fought against their laughter and Donatella sputtered, unable to find a comeback. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must go find the twins."
"They're in the kitchen with Emily and Serena. I'll walk down with you." Nigel told her with a chuckle. "We'll go on a wine hunt while we're at it. Come on Six."
"Lead on Nige, I think wine may be a necessity tonight." She brushed a kiss against Miranda's cheek and gave her a wink. "I'll see you very soon my love."
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Nigel led Andy down the stairs holding back his laughter. As they reached the ground floor he sat on the bottom of the stairs and let his laughter run free. Wiping his eyes with his handkerchief he said. "God Six, I forgot how proficient you were at providing a barbed comment when necessary. You could seriously give Miranda a run for her money. The only difference is that you do it with a smile leaving the recipient in doubt as to the meaning."
"That damn woman is infuriating. How dare she have the audacity to say what she did?" Andy hissed. "And that dress is fucking hideous. I adored her yellow spring/summer ready-to-wear collection and then she ruins it with feathers and unnecessary embellishments."
Nigel guffawed. "She's jealous Six, she's been trying to dress Miranda for years, and it is a very rare occurrence when Miranda allows herself to be dressed by the House of Versace, having always preferred Valentino." Nigel looked at her. "Any other designs up your sleeves?"
"No, not really, it was just something that came to mind in India. The vast array of silk in a multitude of colour was breathtaking." Andy said with a small smile.
"You've grown some taste at least." This came from across the hall. Upon looking up she saw Emily leaning against the door frame of the kitchen. "Those twin terrors seem almost angelic dressed in their silk pyjamas."
Andy gave her a wide smile. "Where are they?"
Emily nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen. "They're busy regaling Serena with tales of the awesome Andy, it's quite nauseating. I should go say hello to Miranda."
Andy made her way towards her and as they came abreast at the door Andy whispered. "Be careful up there. Donatella is less than amused with the awesome Andy." She grinned at the redhead.
"Well, I'll be in good company then. You realise that you'll have made things at Runway quite difficult. The press had just died down after the divorce." Emily fumed.
"Ah put a sock in it Em, you're such a party pooper," Nigel told her. "Seeing Miranda happy will be worth it."
"And on that note now it's definitely time to find the wine," Andy said as she entered the kitchen.
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Andy spent time in the kitchen gathering snacks with the twins and Serena as Nigel looked through Miranda's selection of wine.
After making his choices, Nigel made his way back upstairs with the twins following, leaving Andy and Serena. Serena was laughing as Andy explained that the twins had declared it to be a pyjama night after being handed their Christmas Eve gifts.
"Well, you look delightful querida, red suits you well. And the twin's look happy." She told the brunette. "The whole house seems lighter."
"It's been a crazy few days Serena, it's been an emotional rollercoaster. We're happy though." Andy explained.
"Well as long as you are happy and there is love then nothing else matters," Serena stated. "I am wooing Emily, slowly."
Andy grinned. "That's fantastic, how's it going so far?" She asked.
"It's requiring much patience. She is not always easy to love, I sometimes feel like I take one step forward and two steps back." Serena sighed. "I should go find her and stake my claim."
"I do not understand how she could she refuse you, you're glorious. Go get your woman sweetie." Andy gave her a megawatt smile.
"Are you coming too?" Serena asked as she walked away.
"Yeah, I should. I left Miranda with Donatella after I insulted her." Andy grinned as she stepped beside Serena.
"What did you say?" Serena queried.
"Just that her dress looked as if Sylvester had vomited Tweety's feathers all over it." Andy sniggered as they climbed the stairs.
"Ai meu Deus!" Serena exhaled before letting her laughter flow. "You've been missed, Andy," Serena told her exuberantly as they walked into the living room.
Smiling Andy looked around the room to find Emily on her knees with her open journal and loose papers in hand. With two strides she was in front of the redhead, placing the snacks on the coffee table she extended her hand to Emily, anger and disappointment filling her dark eyes. "I'll take those thank you." She stated softly.
"It's not what it looks like..." Emily stuttered. "I knocked them off the armrest and..."
Seeing the look in Andy's eyes she hastily shut the journal and handed everything over. "Your drawings are beautiful Andy," Emily told her softly.
Andy spun on her heels, picking up her new journal from its resting place she stalked from the room.
"What on Earth Em? What was in those pictures?" Nigel whispered curiously as Miranda listened intently zoning Donatella out as she babbled incessantly.
"Miranda, you, the twins, Serena and even me...and some of the most beautiful designs I've ever seen." She whispered to him as she closed her eyes. "My God they were exceptional."
Miranda stood quickly with a tight-lipped apology to Donatella. Walking over to the twins and whispered in their ears. "Mommy has to go check on Andy, I'm sure everyone would love it if you played them some Christmas songs."
"Okay Mom, give Andy a hug and bring her here, she promised she'd sing Hallelujah for us, badly." Cassidy grinned and Miranda returned her smile.
As she made her way from the room, she saw a loose piece of paper on the floor, bending she picked it up and gasped at her likeness on the page, an exact sketch of her as she descended the stairs at the Met Gala.
Nigel saw the picture over her shoulder. "Wow! That's sensational." He whispered. Looking at him over her shoulder Miranda nodded once in agreement. Catching sight of the tears forming behind the look of amazement in her eyes he told her. "Go find her and show her just how incredible she is."
"I had no idea..." Miranda told him.
"I think Six may continue to baffle and surprise us all Mira." He told her with a smile. "Go on now!"
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Miranda checked the study before walking upstairs to the bedroom, entering the room she exhaled a sigh of relief at the sight of Andy sat crossed legged on their bed entangled with Christmas gift wrap. Andy looked up and blushed. "Hey, sweetheart." She whispered.
"Hey yourself," Miranda whispered. "I've been looking for you." She smiled softly.
"I needed five minutes. I kind of overreacted with Em." She muttered.
"No, not an overreaction, you came in and saw what you thought was someone going through your journal, it's understandable that you'd be upset, however you remained calm." Miranda walked towards her. "What are you wrapping?" She asked curiously.
"Oh, just a final gift." Andy smiled softly. "I was just about to clear this away and come back down."
"This was on the floor." She sat beside Andy the drawing still in her hand. "I didn't know you could draw," Miranda told her.
Andy blushed furiously. "It's just a hobby, it's not like I'm any good."
"No, you're exceptional." Miranda moved the wrapping paper and laid the picture out between them. "This is mind-blowing my love. Just when I think I know you, how amazing you are, it seems like you give me more to admire about you."
Andy smiled at Miranda's words. "I did that one while I was at the monastery in Nepal. I couldn't get the vision of you from that night out of my head."
"Will you show me the rest?" Miranda asked carefully.
"You really want to see them?" Andy queried stunned. "Like I said, it's just a hobby. It's not like I'm a serious artist or anything and it's obvious you know real art, you have a Picasso in your study."
"You have a natural talent my darling. Even Emily could see your drawings were extraordinary. Please show me the rest." Miranda asked again.
"Okay." Andy got on her knees and reached over to the bedside table. Picking up her journal she pulled the loose sheaths of paper from the middle and handed them to Miranda, her nervousness obvious to the older woman.
Miranda viewed each drawing with a smile, seeing ones of Emily and Serena separately and together. Pointing to one of them both Miranda smiled. "Maybe you should give this one to Emily. You've captured the love in Serena's eyes beautifully. I've seen her give Emily that look in the office many times. Emily is often oblivious."
"Serena is trying to court Em as we speak." Andy grinned. "She says it is not always easy."
"What is with Emily?" Miranda's sigh turned into a wide smile as she flipped to the next drawing. "Oh, I love this one." The drawing she was smiling at was of Nigel, head back laughing while a fashion shoot was going on in the background. "Where did this come from?"
Andy smiled. "That was the Urban Jungle shoot in Central Park. I'd had to run over to the park with an outfit, I was bitching about one thing or another and Nigel told me to adjust my attitude or he'd feed me to one of the models."
Miranda gave her a knowing smirk. "Whatever could you have been bitching about?" The next picture had Miranda gasping. "Oh Andréa, may I have it?" She stared down into the twinkling eyes of her twins drawn on the page, laughter clearly written on their faces, a moment of pure joy captured with the gentle brush of a pencil. "I would cherish it greatly. I would love to have it sat in my office."
"Of course, I'll have it framed for you." Andy smiled at the woman sat beside her as she flipped through more of her drawings, smiling happily at the sketch of Patricia and laughing at her drawings of Irv as a toad and Jacqueline with a skunk tail.
Miranda reached the ones focused on her. She was stunned at Andy's ability to capture her in various moods, from the contemplative as she brushed her pen across her lips as she sat deep in thought behind her desk at Runway, to one where she was leaning against the window as it rained, her cell against her ear with a soft smile on her lips.
"That's one of my favourites, you were talking to the imps." Andy smiled softly.
"How do you capture these moments, my darling?" Miranda asked breathlessly.
"From memory." Andy shrugged. "I watch people, certain things just seem to become ingrained in my mind."
The final drawing really captured Miranda's attention, a self-portrait, she saw the sadness captured in dark eyes even behind the brilliant smile. "This one...this is beautiful but that look in your eyes...that look makes my heart ache," Miranda whispered.
"I did that one in Thailand. After I left Bangkok, I went to Koh Chang, I drew that as I sat on Hat Tha Nam, it's known as the Lonely Beach. It was after you stopped emailing. It wasn't a particularly happy time. I found myself in a dark place." Andy explained.
Miranda clasped her hand. "I am sorry my darling, I did what I thought best." Miranda looked at her tenderly.
"I know, and I understand," Andy told her as she squeezed the hand in hers.
"One day I hope to see a new self-portrait with the happiness you feel expressed in those beautiful eyes." Miranda smiled softly at Andy. "You are incredible my love, you have so many hidden talents. Now, will you show me your designs?"
Andy sputtered. "How...what...how...How do you know about them?"
Miranda smiled. "Well, you admitted to Donatella you had designed these beautiful pyjamas. Emily saw your sketches as she picked up your journal. I understand if you do not wish to show me." Miranda was curious why her love was so hesitant. "Maybe another time though?" She shrugged. "We should go join our guests. Cassidy mentioned something about a promise to sing a song." Miranda stood up and stretched. Andy followed slowly, moving to pick up the gift wrap and other items she had been using prior to Miranda's arrival in the room.
"Miranda, I want..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "...I will show you my other sketches. Let's get rid of everyone and get the twins to sleep first. Is that okay?"
Miranda gave her a wide smile. Walking three steps towards Andy she pulled her in for a kiss, whispering. "I love you my Andréa. Thank you for being willing to share this side of yourself with me."
"I want to share everything with you, I want you to know me, Miranda. I love you." Andy told her. Turning away she swiped a tear away and scooped the picture of Emily and Serena up. Rolling it she found a piece of red ribbon leftover from her wrapping and tied it around in a bow. Taking the scissors off her bedside table she scored the ends to create curls. "I think that's Em's Christmas gift sorted." She said with an attempt at brightness. "Come on, the quicker we go down the quicker everyone will leave."
"God I hope so," Miranda whispered hopefully.
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The rest of the evening passed without incident. Donatella often gazing at Andy, curiosity in her eyes, but she refused to speak with her directly. Andy shrugged at Em's raised brow and spent her time talking with the twins and Nigel.
The twins had delighted everyone with renditions of different Christmas songs and carols before moving onto popular hits. Andy shocked everyone by singing Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah accompanied by Cassidy on the piano.
At around 9:30 the twins started yawning. Andy stood up and walked over to the twins, smiling she knelt in front of Cassidy and Caroline. "Right kiddo's bedtime." Hearing multiple protestations about not being tired she laughed. "Well, you'll need a good night's rest to be awake enough to open your presents in the morning." She told them. "Right one on the back one on the front." Cassidy jumped on Andy's back, wrapping her arms around her neck and shoulders causing everyone to smile at the scene unfolding. Holding her arms out to Caroline she smiled. "Come on my love." Caroline moved towards her and she picked the young girl up and stood up quickly causing both girls to giggle and hold on tighter.
Miranda stood and walked over and gave her girls a kiss. "Goodnight my Bobbsey's, sleep well."
"G'night mom." They said simultaneously.
Andy made her way out of the room and up the stairs. Depositing the girls on Cassidy's bed she tucked them into the same bed and lay down next to them. She told them stories about Christmas in other countries until they fell asleep. Kissing their foreheads she left the room and made her way back to Miranda and their guests.
Their guests left shortly after Andy's return to the room. As they made their way out Andy pulled Emily to one side and gave her the drawing of her and Serena. In a moment of sentimentality, Emily pulled Andy into a hug. Andy used it as a chance to whisper encouragement in her ear about Serena. "Just give this thing with Serena a chance Em. Love is precious, it's the greatest gift someone can bestow on you." Emily pushed her away gently blushing furiously.
"I'll take it into consideration," Emily muttered.
"Well, that's certainly a better response than 'shan't'." Andy grinned at the redhead and was greeted with the rolling of eyes. "Be happy Em and Merry Christmas. I'm sorry about before." She shrugged.
"Be happy yourself Andy, you've been missed." Leaning back in for another hug Emily whispered. "By Miranda most of all, you better not hurt her."
"I promise," Andy told her breathlessly.
"We must meet up for those drinks, Six." Nigel interrupted them with a wide smile.
"I'll call you Nige or better yet give me your cell and I'll give you my new number." Andy grinned at him as he handed his cell over. She inputted her number quickly and handed his cell back. "Have a good day tomorrow." She told him.
Nigel shook his head. "I'll be heading out to New Jersey first thing in the morning. I can't not see the mother on Christmas Day. It's just a shame my brothers will be there with all their manly chest beating."
"Well, try to enjoy yourself." Andy laughed at him and pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek before turning to Serena. "Feliz Natal Serena." Andy grinned.
"And to you Andy. I hope for many blessings to you and Miranda." Serena told her softly. "It's good to see you both happy." Serena pulled her into a hug and kissed both cheeks.
"I hope you can find the same happiness," Andy told her softly. "Don't give up on Em. She's guarded but I think she'll be worth the effort." Pulling back she smiled at her three ex-workmates. Catching Donatella's eye she smiled. "It was a pleasure seeing you again Donatella."
"Likewise," Donatella told her coldly. Kissing Miranda's cheeks enthusiastically she said. "Ciao Bella." She swept from the Townhouse as the others followed calling out their Christmas wishes.
As Miranda closed the door she leaned against it with her eyes closed taking a deep breath. Opening them her eyes blazed as she looked at Andy. "I don't think Donatella is too impressed with you," Miranda told her amusement shining in the depth of her blue eyes.
Andy was unable to find the same amusement from the situation. "To be honest, I wasn't too impressed with her either. Her comment at the start of the evening was unnecessary." Andy told her. "I am already very much aware that there is a vast difference in status between us. I also know I have nothing to offer. I didn't need her input to make me feel even more worthless and unequal to you than I already do."
Andy spun around and stalked to the kitchen as Miranda looked after her in shock. Following slowly Miranda saw Andy stacking the dishwasher. "I'm sorry if I have not made you feel as if you are my equal," Miranda whispered to Andy's back. "It was never my intention..." Miranda trailed off as Andy spun around.
"It's not you Miranda, never think that. I know to you I am your equal and you have treated me as such." She closed her eyes fighting more tears. "To the rest of the world though I'm just some fresh-faced kid who is playing the big leagues, punching well above her weight with an exquisite, highly accomplished, professional woman." Andy took a deep breath as her tears trickled down her face. "She made me uncomfortable tonight. Did you see how she looked at me like I'm some specimen under a fucking microscope? Fair enough, I insulted that horrific dress of hers but she insulted me too. And before you say it I know it was childish of me to retaliate." Andy swiped at her tears and turned back to the dishes.
Walking towards Andy Miranda rested her hand on Andy's back. "While you were in the kitchen with the twins, Nigel and Serena I told her she was wrong in what she said to you. She has never heard me defend someone the way I did you. Her comments to you were inappropriate, she knows of that. She also knows should you wish it she will not be welcome in our home. She is aware I will not socialise outside Runway if she continues to treat you with a lack of courtesy because by disrespecting you she disrespects me." She wrapped her arms around Andy's waist. "I will have no one treat you with anything but civility in my presence darling, and if you hadn't answered her so eloquently and insulted her so brilliantly, and with such a beautiful smile, then I would have asked her to leave."
Turning Andy pulled Miranda closer and kissed the crown of her head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't seem to get a grip on my damn emotions."
"Things will settle for us, Andréa. And we'll show the naysayers how wrong they are about us. Now if you've finished with those dishes, I want you to take me to bed." Miranda told her
"But I thought you wanted to see..." Andy's words were cut off as Miranda captured her lips in a penetrating kiss.
"I want to see you...all of you...in our bed," Miranda whispered against her lips. "The rest...well there's always later..."
Andy smiled against the lips, picking Miranda up and welcoming the older woman's legs wrapping around her, she walked out of the kitchen, flicking lights off as she moved them through the house she made her way back to their bedroom as Miranda trailed kisses along her jaw and neck. Kicking the door closed behind her she fumbled one-handed with the lock before moving them towards the bed. Putting Miranda down in the centre she smiled down at the editor as she stepped back.
"Now you mentioned wanting to see all of me..." She pulled the kurta up and over her head, dropping it on the floor, in one swift move she had also removed the churidar and was stood in only her panties.
Miranda's breath caught in her throat at the fire burning in Andy's eyes as she moved towards the bed and straddled Miranda's thighs. Cupping the older woman's face she placed a gentle kiss on her lips as Miranda's hands grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Andy continued to press her lips softly against Miranda's as hands stroked her from her ass to her hips. She brushed Miranda's moist lips with hers and felt them, they were soft and warm against her own. Miranda found herself intoxicated with the delicacy of the kiss.
The mutual pressure they applied grew steadily harder until she felt Andy bite her bottom lip between her teeth. The slight pain this caused only seemed to heighten her pleasure, and she moaned. She wanted Andy to envelop her. She gently swept her tongue into the brunette's mouth, moaning again as Andy's tongue moved gently against hers as their kisses grew more passionate.
Miranda moved her hand from Andy's hip stroking upwards until she could cup her breast, she worked Andy's nipple, through gentle massage between her thumb and forefinger as Andy arched into her touch. Quickly she switched her attention to the other breast. Bending forward, Miranda placed her mouth over Andy's areola and licked causing the young women to shudder with pleasure.
"Oh God," Andy moaned. "I want you so much."
"And you will have me," Miranda whispered as she gazed at the young woman hovering above her. "I'm yours, Andréa."
Moving slightly Andy took hold of Miranda's pyjama shirt and pulled it swiftly over her head. Pressing herself closer again she felt the older woman's satin soft hair against her chest as they embraced. "I hope I'm not squashing you," Andy told her gently.
"No, my darling, and don't you dare move. I love the sound of your heart beating against my ear." Miranda told her.
"You are overdressed, sweetheart and although I love the feel of silk between my thighs, I infinitely prefer the silkiness of your skin pressed against mine," Andy whispered as she moved back slightly causing Miranda to let out a whimper at the loss of contact.
"Maybe you should finish divesting me of the rest of my clothes." Miranda husked her desire glowing in her eyes.
"Yes, Miranda," Andy said cheekily as she slid off the editor's lap and stepped back. Placing her hands on Miranda's waist she let out a deep breath. "Now lift," Andy told her. As Miranda raised her hips Andy pulled off her pyjama bottoms and panties in one fluid movement, leaving her naked.
"Now it is you who is overdressed, my darling," Miranda stated breathlessly. Pushing herself forward Miranda captured Andy's hips in her hands. Placing her fingers under the elastic of her underwear she pulled them down her long legs until they pooled at the brunette's feet. Raising her eyes to Andy's she smiled. "Come here." She requested. As Andy stepped forward Miranda used her index and middle finger and caressed Andy's aching core causing her to shudder as waves of pleasure erupted in the pit of her stomach. Miranda gently slid her fingers across Andy's clit before moving her fingers down and thrusting them into her gently.
Andy stumbled slightly towards Miranda who captured her waist in her free arm. Pulling her closer she held her tightly as she continued her gentle thrusts as Andy's breaths became more erratic and her desire grew.
Miranda fitted her face between Andy's open legs and removed her fingers. "I will take my time with you tonight," Miranda told her before licking her slowly. Her taste buds were activated in an instant and she hummed her pleasure, the vibration sending intense waves coursing through Andy.
"Oh, God." Andy moaned breathlessly.
At the swipe of her tongue against Andy's clit, it became hard and full. she continued to tease her by working her tongue all around it without adding pressure to the engorged nub. She kept her rhythm and pressure constant, pressing subtlety every when she felt Andy relax. She was bringing Andy towards her climax slowly. She could feel and smell the beginning of Andy's orgasm.
Andy could feel the energy of her rising orgasm moving as Miranda licked and nipped at the flesh around Andy's clit. Making her movement less constant and more careless she took Andy beyond the point of no return.
Moaning throatily Andy came with an explosion. Calling out as Miranda continued to press against her prolonging the orgasm. "Oh my God!" Andy husked. "I'm...I'm...God don't stop!" Her voice sounded gravelly as the orgasm continued to hold her in its grasp and she continued to moan her pleasure. Collapsing as her knees gave out she fell against Miranda who sat back and pulled her close holding her lightly on her lap.
"You are breathtaking, my Andréa," Miranda whispered.
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