A/N: This was 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. I want to thank the those that continue to provide encouragement by commenting on my fics. You guys 'n' gals rock!

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.

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Chapter Nineteen:

Once they returned to the townhouse Miranda sat Andy down at the breakfast bar and made them both a grilled cheese. Cutting them into triangles as she would for the twins. "Here you are, my darling."

Andy smiled. "Thanks, Mira."

"You are welcome, my darling," Miranda spoke softly, unsure of what to say.

"So I'm surprised the girls haven't flown down here," Andy stated between small bites of her sandwich.

Miranda smiled sadly. "Their new Grandpa has taken them bowling. I said nothing at the hospital, too many eyes and ears, but he believes you should press charges."

"Do you?" Andy queried.

Miranda sighed and closed her eyes. Her hand came up to rub at the bridge of her nose. "They were your friends, once upon a time. I had hoped that Douglas and Lillian would observe your happiness and come around."

Andy placed her sandwich on her plate, chewing her mouthful, her eyes thoughtful. "Doug may still come around, we've been friends since Kindergarten. Lily, well, I don't suppose we would ever rebuild that friendship. The night before Paris, just before Nate walked away she told me some home truths. Christian was there and was being his usual obnoxious self..." Andy smiled as Miranda rolled her eyes. "...well she was all the Andy I know is always five minutes early and thinks Club Monaco is couture.' We'd been friends for sixteen years, we told each other everything. But she couldn't see past the clothes and the makeover or the fact I was evolving. She hated that I attended events for you and was going to Paris, but funnily enough, she had no problem with receiving gifts from Runway, the perks of being Miranda Priestly's assistant, like this season's sky blue Marc Jacobs purse."

"People aren't always welcoming of change, my darling." Miranda caught her eye and Andy caught the pursing of lips. "Part of me understands today's events would never have happened if we..."

Andy jumped up and wrapped her arms around the Editor. "You said you had no regrets. Please say you meant it?"

Miranda parted her legs and Andy stepped between them. She rested her head on Andy's shoulder and pulled her close. "No, my darling, no regrets. There are a few what if's running through my mind." Miranda swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "What if you had stayed my assistant and remained in Paris? What if we hadn't started this kind of relationship and somehow navigated a friendship of sorts?"

"But don't you see, sweetheart, these what if's would lead me down another path? If I had stayed on at Runway as your assistant and remained in Paris there was no way you would let your guard down with me enough for us to become friends, nevermind anything more. Upon our return home I would go back to my empty apartment, you to the girls. At Runway, I would continue to run around Manhattan for you, but every night I would be alone, I would have no one, Miranda." Andy raised Miranda's face from her chest and spoke from the heart. "I cannot grasp how much of that loneliness I could handle before I would run back to the familiar arms of my family or worse, unable to fight through the darkness, ending up in that cold lake of my own accord, ..." Andy watched as Miranda shuddered and tears sprang into her blue eyes and pulled her head against her chest again.

"No, never talk about ending your life." Miranda scolded. "Promise me."

"I can promise wholeheartedly that this will not happen. I am too much of a coward, Miranda and..." Andy trailed off as Miranda's lips crashed into her own desperately.

Miranda's next words were spoken against Andy's mouth. "It is not cowardly. I can't imagine the courage it would take to do such a foolish, wasteful thing. But it takes greater bravery to continue living. Suicide leaves the people in your life with guilt, it takes away their happiness. You cannot understand the pain it would inflict on those left behind to mourn you."

"It sounds like you understand?" Andy was curious as Miranda hummed and placed another soft kiss on Andy's lips, offering her the reassurance she was not ignoring the question.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, Miranda sighed. "Yes, I do, my darling.: She looked into Andy's eyes and saw the reassurance she was seeking. "You know I grew up in London, but what you wouldn't, what is not listed on my wiki page, is the fact I had a sister. She passed away when I was twenty-one, from taking her own life." Miranda sighed. "She left us with no note, no explanation. She disappeared from our lives. I was in Paris working my way up the food chain. I didn't recognise she was struggling, she seemed so happy when we spoke, which admittedly wasn't often."

"I'm sorry my love," Andy whispered.

Miranda looked down, not wanting to see the pity in Andy's eyes. "It was a long time ago, my darling. Now, will you tell me what your views are on my other what if?" Miranda asked hoarsely, her ear and cheek resting against Andy's chest, listening to her strong heartbeat.

"I thought about this one after your letters stopped. If we had kept this as a friendship of sorts it would be good, but after a time, loving you secretly from a distance would leave me jaded, feeling as if I was only living a half-life. That spark of hope I held would die as soon as you met someone new, but I would stay and break my heart in doing so. Maybe I would try to move on and to love someone else, and would most probably fail, and I'd taste the bitterness that would come from my failures. And I know that bitterness would turn me away from you, or against you, Miranda."

"That is a valid point. I would hate to see that." Miranda pulled back and ran her fingers through Andy's tangled curls, lightly scratching her scalp with her short manicured nails, careful not to catch the lump at the back of Andy's head. "Come now, darling, finish eating and I will run you a bath."

"I am not hungry," Andy admitted as she stepped away from the embrace and yawned. Miranda got up off her stool and cleared their plates as Andy watched nervously. "Mira, I should have been honest with you that night in the cafe in Paris."

"What do you mean, my darling?" Miranda was confused.

"I should have told you how much I loved you," Andy whispered. "Been brave and saved us the pain of uncertainty."

Miranda turned from the dishwasher and gazed at Andy, her eyes soft. "I hadn't worked out my feelings at that time, Andréa. I realised, after Nigel brought me the first letter, they ran far deeper than I had realised. In my head, I couldn't see how this happened..." She gestured between them. "...In my heart though, my darling, well, my heart knew you were the one, and I was prepared to wait."

Andy's bright smile lit up the room and Miranda returned it. "That sounds awfully romantic."

Stepping back into Andy's arms Miranda wrapped her arms casually around her and squeezed. "You bring it out in me, I've never been this sentimental." Miranda smiled and her eyes were playful, trying to lighten the sombre mood. "You are my queen of hearts and I would deck you in the finest gowns and jewels, if it was something you wanted, Andréa." She tilted her head slightly and gazed at the woman in her arms. "But, that is not something you want from me. You want my heart, and I have given it to you, my darling. I offer it to you gladly in the knowledge you will keep it safe."

"If I am your queen of hearts, you are my queen of diamonds." Andy grinned. "The naked eye cannot discern the diamond's worth, but they are always precious." Andy stroked the tips of her fingers along Miranda's jaw. "Are you aware diamond comes from the Greek term 'Adamas', which means unconquerable?" Miranda shook her head amazed at the knowledge Andy possessed. "Well, you have an unconquerable spirit, my love. You aren't easily defeated, you are strong, and like a diamond, the experiences you have been through have excavated, cut and polished your soul, to reveal the outstanding brilliance within you."

"Such flattery, my darling." Andy sensed the smile in her voice, without even looking down at the beautiful woman who was nuzzling into her chest. "Anyone would think you were trying to get into my pants with such sweet-talk."

Andy chuckled. "Not tonight, my love. I'll struggle to summon the energy to do anything but wrap my arms around you and hold you close."

Miranda turned serious. "Do you realise today may have been much worse? You could have died. He took your inhaler at the start of a fucking asthma attack and threw it away. They both knew you needed it. They endangered your life." Miranda turned her face into Andy's neck. "And although I am furious at their recklessness, I understand it is, in part, my fault."

Miranda's language shocked Andy, knowing she rarely cussed, but she knew she had to reassure the older woman. "No. There is no blame attached to you. I should have been honest with Nate, about not being happy. Our life together was good before we moved to New York, but when we got here, he worked and I struggled to find a suitable position, and he wasn't supportive. I was Andy Sachs, fashion disaster, and I got a job at the world's premier fashion magazine. When I rushed to tell him and my friends, to celebrate my success, the first words out of his mouth was to ask if it was a phone interview. He couldn't even support me in my happiness. I was thrilled when you had Emily call me back, to find you were taking a chance on me. And then when I dressed for the job I had, he told me he preferred the old me, clothes and all." Andy sighed. "His dismissal of me, of the career I hoped to build, it hurt, Miranda, but looking back he hadn't supported me for a long time. I realised on Sunday when I was writing in my journal, I read extracts from my old journal and I saw it in the words I wrote."

Miranda looked up, saddened by the admission. "I used to hear you apologising to him. The night of the Met Gala I did not ask you to stay longer, although your presence there was a comfort, especially with the way Stephen was behaving. I knew you had plans, and it seemed he was upset with you, and that was because of me." She sighed and pulled herself from Andy's arms. "Now come, I will run you that bath, we shall wash that lake water off you and tame your hair. Then we shall get you into your warm pyjama's and watch a movie in bed or something. Anything you want."

"I'll be happy as long as I am with you," Andy told her.

"Now, I have promised forever, my darling. That is a promise I intend to keep." Miranda stated, running her hand over Andy's bare ring finger. Pursing her lips she caught Andy's eyes. "And I believe your father may be correct about pressing charges. I will have Max handle it if you wish?"

Andy caught Miranda's eyes, her own expressing her sadness. "Yeah, I think I agree. They deserve whatever charges are levied against them."

Miranda entwined her fingers in Andy's left hand and squeezed gently before leading her from the room and up to their bedroom.

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The next morning passed quietly as Miranda and Andy stayed home, curled up together on the couch in her study. Richard had gone to spend the New Year in Connecticut with Max, and the twins were at their friends for the night. When there was a knock at the front door Miranda frowned and extracted herself from the sleeping brunette, careful not to wake her.

Looking through the peep-hole she saw the young officer from the night before, shuffling from foot to foot, obviously nervous of the loitering press. Opening the door she offered a small smile. "Officer..." Miranda smiled ruefully. "...my apologies I didn't get your full name last night."

"That's understandable. It's Johnston, Maya Johnston. I work over at the 19th Precinct." The officer offered a small smile as Miranda gestured for her to enter the townhouse.

"Come in, please. Andréa is sleeping, but it is no doubt high time she woke up." Miranda smirked as she was the one who had soothed the young woman into a peaceful sleep after a restless night.

"Thank you, Miranda." The officer brushed past the editor and glanced over her shoulder at the press. "Do they always loiter like that?"

"Unfortunately, yes. They'll lose interest, eventually." Miranda took the young woman's coat and hung it from the bannister. "Now, would you like coffee?"

"Yes, please. I have a few things to discuss with you both, and I have brought Andy's ring." Officer Johnston stated. "Your description helped I.D it and further investigation showed it was a one-of-a-kind so there is no doubt as to the owner." She grinned as Miranda blushed and gestured for her to follow her into the kitchen.

"Yes, I had it made for Andréa. It was a little rushed but worth it. She'll be glad to have it back." Miranda moved gracefully to the Jura and prepared the three coffees. "Cream and sugar?" She asked.

"No, thank you, unsweetened black please." Officer Johnston provided her preference as Andy came into the room, bleary-eyed. She looked at the two women but struggled to place the young one.

"My darling, you remember Officer Johnston from last night?"

Andy nodded. "Yeah, um, it's lovely to see you again." She stalked towards Miranda and placed a gentle kiss on the older woman's cheek as she finished preparing the coffee.

Andy sighed as Miranda gave her a mug, and she inhaled the aroma. "Perfect."

Miranda turned and offered the officer a mug before gesturing to the breakfast bar. "We can sit here or there's my study."

Officer Johnston smiled. "Here's fine." They sat at the breakfast bar and the young woman sipped her coffee and hummed appreciatively before putting her mug down. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out an evidence bag containing Andy's ring. She pushed it across the bench to Andy. "We have all the photographic evidence we need, plus a report from the jeweller, regarding its ownership and the authenticity regarding the value, He confirmed the ring had suffered no damage, the stones are still perfect." She smiled shyly at the brunette. "It's a gorgeous ring."

"Yes, it is. Miranda has good taste." Andy grinned and slipped the ring from the bag and pulled it back onto her left-hand ring finger.

Miranda pulled Andy's left hand into hers and ran her thumb lightly over the stones. "Thank God it's back where it should be." She muttered.

"Now we have questioned witnesses to the altercation. Three out of four positively identified Nathanial Cooper and Lillian Thomas as the people you were in the altercation with. They also advised that it was Nathanial who jumped in the lake after you didn't surface. The fourth witness watched the altercation from a distance and was unsure." She sighed. "We have questioned both Nathanial and Lillian. Lillian was fairly uncooperative until she found out Nathanial had given a full statement. The DA's office has been speaking with your lawyer and charges were issued about an hour ago."

Andy entwined her hand with Miranda's, suddenly nervous. "What charges are they facing?"

"They both charges for aggravated harassment in the second degree, disorderly conduct and reckless endangerment in the first degree. Standalone charges will also apply. Nathanial is also being charged with menacing in the third degree and assault in the third degree and Lillian has been charged with robbery in the third degree and due to the valuation of your ring grand larceny in the third degree."

Andy added the charges up in her head. "Holy shit." She looked at Miranda, stunned. "Um, excuse me a minute." Andy stalked from the room and Miranda sighed.

"She'll be back once she's processed the information," Miranda told the Police Officer softly. "I appreciated your gentleness with her last night, how long have you been in the force?"

"I'm still what they call a rookie, I was sworn in last month. I joined up after finishing college, but couldn't finish the six months academy training due to my mom becoming ill. When she got better, I reapplied and passed. My Dad's a cop, as was my Grandfather,"

"So it's a family tradition?" Miranda smiled as the young woman nodded. "My eldest daughter, Caroline, wants to work in fashion, like me. My youngest, Cassidy, wants to be a photographer. They're almost eleven so it will no doubt change."

"At that age, I wanted to be a veterinarian." Officer Johnstone told her. "Then there was the year I was insistent I would be a history teacher, I think I was fourteen." She grinned. "My parents just wanted me to be happy. Dad was thrilled when I joined the force though, he's a detective in the Special Victim's Unit."

Miranda was amazed. "That must be a hard job?"

"I imagine running the worlds best fashion magazine wouldn't be easy either." The young woman grinned as Andy stepped into the room and sat beside Miranda. "What do you do, Andy?"

"Well, I'm a wannabe writer. I have an article being published in Rolling Stone, I have just found out they have pulled the other three articles I wrote for them." Andy shrugged as Miranda scowled. "But I received a job offer yesterday to become a staff writer at a large publishing house."

"I'm sorry they pulled your stories, but the rest is amazing, you must be excited." Officer Johnston was enthusiastic, and it caused Andy to grin.

"Yeah, it's a big decision though, and now all this has happened..." Andy trailed off, watching the young officer carefully. "...Will some charges be thrown out?"

Officer Johnston sipped her coffee quickly. Putting the empty mug down she pushed it aside and caught Andy's eyes. "That is a possibility, Andy." She sighed. "Many of the charges relate to the same offence so double jeopardy rules apply."

"Why?" Miranda understood nothing of the law, but the term sounded familiar.

Andy turned to her and explained. "Most of the charges arose from the same conduct, Mira. The single act of accosting me. In Californian Penal Law when this happens they get the harshest sentence, but I'm not sure about New York. It may seem that they aren't being punished for some things that happened, but they are. If found guilty Nate will get up to a year for the assault and up to seven years for the reckless endangerment. Lily has come off a little worse. She will face the seven years for reckless endangerment and I believe the theft will be sentenced separately, that is also a maximum sentence of seven years, regardless of if it's the robbery charge or the grand larceny charge that sticks." Andy felt saddened by the events. "If found guilty, the judge may run the sentences concurrently."

"You seem to have knowledge of the law?" Officer Johnston was amazed by the easy explanation Andy had given.

"Stanford, Pre-Law." Andy grinned ruefully as the police officer looked at her in disbelief before chuckling.

"That explains your concise response. You would have made a good lawyer." Officer Johnston stated. "Anyway, my shift starts soon. She pulled a card out of her wallet and pushed it towards the two women. "If you need anything, my desk number is on there, and my personal cell too. If you have questions, just fire me a text or call." She smiled softly. "Now, would you like me to have the vermin out there removed?"

Andy grinned. "Nah, I'll just keep telling them to fuck off. They'll get the hint, eventually." Miranda chuckled. "There's also the possibility Miranda will have them fired one at a time." Andy grinned as the officer's jaw dropped. "Although they seem to have stopped with the questions, they're just hanging around like a bad smell."

"Well if they get unruly, please call the precinct." The officer stood up and grinned. "Most of the guys at the station can't believe I met you, and not one of us believes the B.S they print on Page Six." She caught Miranda's eye. "The annual contributions you make to the NYCPF are well known and..." She shrugged and blushed. "...well, they are appreciated, Miranda."

"Well, that's good to hear." Miranda was blushing. "I'll see you out." She stood and gestured for the young woman. As they walked to the door Miranda stopped the officer as she opened the door. "Will you pass my thanks on to everyone at the precinct? You have all handled this with the utmost professionalism."

"Of course, Miranda." Officer Johnston smiled. "Please get in touch if you require anything, and if you believe it would be beneficial, I can recommend a superb therapist who works with the NYPD and with victims of assault." She looked towards the kitchen and frowned. "Andy looks exhausted."

"She had a restless night, and stress affects her asthma. It has been an emotional few months, for us both." Miranda sighed. "I will discuss the benefits of therapy with her, but I will not push her into anything she is not comfortable with. Thank you again."

"Anytime. Thanks for the hospitality. Have a great rest of day and all the best for the new year." Miranda watched as Maya Johnston stepped out of the house and made her way past the milling press. She watched as the young woman whispered something to one paparazzo and a hushed whisper moved amongst the reporters, who dispersed quickly. Raising an eyebrow she smirked at the fleeing press before closing the door. The young woman had impressed her and she would ensure the Police Commissioner was aware of this remarkable young woman.

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The rest of the day passed peacefully, with Miranda working on her emails and the electronic version of the book while Andy wrote in her journal and tapped away on her laptop. She was concentrating on the article outlining the start of the relationship she had built with the Editor.

Saving the document and closing her laptop Andy got up out of her chair and disappeared from the room.

Upon her return ten minutes later Andy sat back down. Before she could open her laptop Miranda's deep sigh caught her attention, and she looked up at the older woman. "What's the matter, Mira?" She asked gently.

"Officer Johnston mentioned she could recommend a therapist." Miranda was cautious. "One that deals with this type of case. I thought..." She bit her lip. "...well, I thought it may do us both good to speak to someone, to facilitate open discourse."

Andy closed her laptop and stood up. Walking to the window she looked out, a small frown marring her usually smooth forehead. "Do you think it's necessary to involve a third party?"

"You know I struggle with talking about certain things, my darling. I thought, well, maybe it would be an option, and it would also give you someone impartial to discuss your feelings with." Miranda could see that Andy was considering her words carefully.

"I know what's wrong with me, Miranda. I've been scared because part of me wondered when this was all going to tumble down around my head." Andy turned from the window and stepped towards the editor. Swivelling Miranda's chair to the side she sat crossed legged in front of her, looking at her face to gauge her responses to her next words. "I let my own fears, and other people's words regarding this relationship, have too much control over me. And I admit when I was away I was in a dark place for a while, but I'm fighting that darkness, Miranda. It was overwhelming but I will not roll over and let it take over my life. I realise I've been emotional, but I do not think I need therapy to overcome this, because I have you and our girls and there is so much to be thankful for in that alone." Andy shook her head. "If you believe we need therapy, to be honest with one another, I will do so, but frankly you can tell me anything and I will listen, I will keep an open mind and heart, you will face no judgement from me and I swear on all I consider holy, I will continue to love you, no matter what."

"You're still scared?" Miranda whispered.

"Petrified. But it is no reflection on you. You have been wonderful." Andy swallowed at her admission of fear.

Miranda snorted. "Yes, I treated you so wonderfully yesterday." Miranda rolled her eyes but Andy caught the pain in the depth of blue.

"Miranda, I know you are scared too, I am not blind to it." Andy chided gently. "Your behaviour yesterday afternoon reflected that fear." Andy sighed. "Do you remember what I said to the twins after we got them from their Greg's the other day?" She asked gently.

"Every word," Miranda stated. She was confused about where this was going.

Andy smiled softly. "I told them I would drive you crazy. And I know you will exasperate me too, and when you are hurting I know you will lash out without consideration, but regardless of that, I want this. I want you and those beautiful little girls in my life." Andy's eyes reflected her love. "So all I ask is that you continue to give me a chance, to prove this is all I want." Andy sighed. "Because, the rest, Rolling Stone pulling my articles and the job offer from Elias Clarke, that's unimportant right now. What matters the most is this. Us. Our family."

"Do you mean it?" Miranda whispered.

"Look into my eyes and you will detect no trace of doubt," Andy told her. Miranda looked down into the expressive eyes she loved and saw nothing but sincerity. "If you wanted me to stay home, to be your wife and raise the twins and a handful of babies, I would do so gladly. If the last thing I ever write or have published is the story of us, I would be happy with that. Miranda whatever you need from this relationship, it is yours. Just say the word and I will give you the world. I will not be scared anymore because deep down I recognise this, what we are building together, it's meant to be." Kneeling up she traced the paua shell pendant on the silver chain around Miranda's neck as the editor swallowed at the light touch against her breastbone.

"All I want for you in this life is to be happy, Andréa." Miranda's tone was gentle. "Do you want children?"

"I have two daughters of the heart, Mira. The fact you are prepared to share those beautiful young ladies with me is the greatest gift, and if at some stage we decide we want another child, it will be as much as a blessing as my two little imps." Andy smiled as she continued to trace the tips of her fingers around the shell pendant. "Do you understand why I chose this symbol? The Pikorua?"

Miranda shook her head. "No."

"The Māori Pikorua, an eight-shaped single twist, symbolises many things; the strength of a bond between two people and their spiritual merger for all eternity. It is a powerful statement of loyalty, friendship, and love. It is a symbol of kare-ā-roto, as I explained when you opened the gift, it is a symbol for soulmates." Andy smiled when Miranda shivered as her hand moved up to cup her jaw. "Will you come with me, my love? I have something to show you,"

Miranda's flushed cheeks told the story of how Andy's words had affected her. Nodding she watched as Andy stood and held out a hand to her. Grasping it she was pulled to her feet and into Andy's arms. "Where are we going?" Miranda whispered curiously.

Andy offered Miranda a wide smile. "You'll see, come and all will be revealed."

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Andy led Miranda up to their bedroom and opened the door, offering the older woman a shy smile. Stepping to one side she let Miranda take in the room.

Miranda didn't know what to think as she saw the closed curtains, soft lighting from the flickering of scented candles and the armchair at the end of the bed. "What is this, my darling? When did you do this?" Miranda husked.

"Come, sit and I will explain." Andy bit her lip and led Miranda to the chair. Swallowing her nervousness down she sat at the end of the bed and caught Miranda's eye. "I thought I could show you how much trust I have in us, so I did this," Andy whispered with an airy gesture. "The other day you asked if you could watch me as I..." She trailed off and licked her suddenly dry lips. "I...masterbate." She whispered. "I want to do that, Miranda. I want your eyes on me as I come. I want to show you how I touched myself before you."

Miranda was amazed, her throat working as she tried to find the words. "Are you sure?" Miranda could see Andy's nervousness in the twisting of the fingers and the bouncing of one leg.

Andy's eyes blazed and Miranda saw the determination in them. "Yes."

Miranda smiled. "Well, move at a glacial pace, you know how that thrills me."

Andy jumped up off the bed offering Miranda a bright smile. "Just give me two minutes. Get yourself comfortable."

Miranda smirked and untucked her blouse and unfastened her trousers as Andy moved quickly to the bathroom. As she settled in the chair her fingers drummed on the armrest. She was astounded by the offer Andy had made but couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face.

A movement in the corner of her eye captured her attention and her mouth dropped, suddenly dry at the sight before her. Andy wore nothing but a low cut cream silk peignoir that ended mid-thigh, leaving an expanse of tanned, toned leg on show. The younger woman stood nervously as Miranda's eyes blazed from the tip of her toes to meet her eyes. "Breathtaking." Miranda husked as she made to stand.

"Stay there," Andy told her. "I need you to see this, to watch me." She strode forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Spinning her legs around she scooted back to the centre of the bed, against the mound of pillows. "I will take this slow, but know this, every thought will be of you, every touch will be as if it is you touching me."

Miranda sat back and bit her lip at the words. "Acceptable." She growled.

The burning look in Miranda's eyes had Andy feeling hot, sexy and comfortable. She had made a good choice by wearing lingerie as the older woman's gaze rested on where her breasts sat in the flimsy silk containing them.

Andy tucked her hair behind her ears and ran her hands over her neck and down. Caressing her breasts through the silk her nipples reacted to her soft touch and her breathing became laboured. She concentrated on her breathing, letting her hands roam, stimulating herself as Miranda watched intently. Her hands moved lower, over her stomach and pelvic bone, skimming lightly over the area that wanted her touch. Her hands moved down to her thighs, and she swept the silk in her hands upwards, over her hips. She heard the older woman's gasp as she realised Andy wasn't wearing panties.

Andy's eyes met Miranda's and she could see the desire and love in the blue eyes, gazing back at her hungrily. Taking a hold of the silk she pulled it gracefully over her head and threw it towards the older woman.

Once again she lowered her hands but bypassed her breasts. She stroked her belly, rib cage, and in between her breasts. Alternating between featherlike touches with her fingertips and a light touches with her full palms. She felt her body responding and brought her fingers up to offer featherlike touches to circle her breasts, working up to massaging them the more aroused she became. Miranda heard the small whimper from Andy, which sounded like her name, but she couldn't react. She was experiencing sensory overload as her brain tried to process the sight in front of her. Her love splayed out against her pillows as she touched herself.

Andy circled her breasts in large strokes around areola without touching the nipples, continuing to build anticipation, teasing until her body was begging for more. Unable to resist she gave her nipples a firm pinch, causing her to hiss from the momentary pain before pleasure washed over her and she moaned. Rolling the nipples between the thumb and index finger she mixed the pressure until waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Her hips rocked, and she whimpered. Letting one hand trail from her breast to her lower belly and stroked. She moved her hand down until she touched her clitoris. Using just one finger she spread her legs slightly and stroked. Her hips bucked again and as she looked towards Miranda her eyes widened to see the editor was now without her blouse and bra, stroking her own breasts and stomach.

She let her fingers slide, listening to her body. The stroking became faster, but the pressure remained varied. Moving lower still her finger was soon covered in her natural lube, slowly she pressed the tip in and out of her vagina, allowing her to slide her finger in deeper and deeper. Hooking her fingers she moved deeper in a thrusting motion. A loud moan was rent from her soul as Miranda's eyes pierced hers. Her other hand continued to caress her breasts lightly.

She heard Miranda's whispered words. "Magnificent."

Removing her hand from her breast she put it under the pillows and pulled out her little silver bag. Rummaging quickly she pulled out her classic Rabbit. Stilling her fingers, that had continued to move inside her, she switched the toy on and dragged it over her breasts and nipples. Gasping, she moved her fingers again as she ran the toy over her torso before running it to the inside of her thighs, closing her eyes as her arousal skyrocketed as her hips moved with her fingers. Teasing herself, she ran the Rabbit over the outside her labia before letting it run lightly over her clit. It was Miranda's moan that rent through the room as she stared at the brunette. Andy's eyes blazed open and letting out a small whimper, she watched as Miranda's hand moved into the fold of her trousers to cup herself.

Andy decided she needed more than her fingers could provide. Removing them she applied the tip of her toy to her dripping entrance before slowly dragging it upwards towards her clit and then dragging it back down. Her body was crying out for more but she wanted this to last as long as possible. She watched Miranda's hand moving against herself and heard the older woman's little breaths as she tried to stifle her own pleasure.

Catching Miranda's eye to ensure she was watching, she slowly pushed the Rabbit inside and with the press of a button had the ears vibrating against her clit. She moved the toy in circular thrusts, moving deeper and harder within herself as the ears pressed against her sensitive nub, widening her legs as she thrust inside she allowed her thumb to press the ears solidly against her throbbing clit. Her back arched as she pushed inside, and her hips rocked of their own accord. Her eyes fell shut as she let her arousal take over, pushing herself towards a climax. So wrapped up in her pleasure she didn't notice the dip of the bed between her spread legs. The first thing she felt was soft hair on the inside of her thigh and a soft hand covering hers as she pounded the vibrator inside.

Hearing Miranda's low voice she couldn't make out the words over the thundering of her heart in her ears. Miranda's words filtered through her brain. "Let go, Andréa." She complied and Miranda grasped the vibrator and pushed it into Andy as her tongue pressed against her clit. The answering shudder had Miranda delighted as her tongue continued to lavish Andy's clit with focused attention, she could feel the vibration against her and the legs on either side of her quivered. She realised Andy was about to come. Slowing her tongue she continued to push inside as Andy's back arched and she cried out Miranda's name. "Mine, always." Miranda husked.

"Oh God, Miranda. Yes, always!" Andy screamed as a second orgasm crashed through her.

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