Title: Some Dreams Do Come True

Rating: MA

Word Count: 2433

Summary: This story does not follow the move. In this story Miranda is about 35 and the twins are five. Andy's real name is Amelia but she still goes by Andy. Andy is the same age as in the movie.

Thanks again to jhada for giving me the prompt to write this story and once again without her suggestions this chapter would not have been as fun as it is. Let me know if you agree! ;). The Reigate Witch Bottle is something they really did back in the 17th century. This chapter is the thoughts and feelings of Amelia as she encounters Miranda for the first times.

All errors spelling, grammar are all mine. If you wish to correct me please feel free. English maybe my first language, but math and science were my specialty in school! : )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to DWP. I just love playing with them.

Andy watched as Miranda walked away from her. She felt a rip in her heart. Miranda had been so cold, and almost cruel toward her. Was the woman upset with her, or was she just blowing her off?

Andy had thought what had happened between the two of them was…magical. She had never felt that way with anyone…ever. She felt a strong connection to the Editor in Chief. A life line that connected the two of them. She knew she lusted after the woman. Knew in her gut she needed to have her again. Never had sex been so 'incroyable' to her, so fulfilling as that night with Miranda.

She sighed, ever since that night she had not wanted to be with anyone else. She smirked as that was not normal for her, not normal at all. She had never had the urge to be exclusive, ever.

She needed variety, one woman was just too boring for her, but Miranda…the woman changed every time Andy kissed her.

Every time Andy touched Miranda in a new spot there was a revelation of feelings.

Andy would stroke Miranda's soft skin, the woman would tremble, and goosebumps would appear. Then, when Andy would try and soothe them Miranda would giggle.

Andy just could not put her finger on it, how Miranda could make her feel that way.

Miranda had left a mark on her. No one could see it, but Andy felt it. Felt it deep within her.

Andy remembered the afternoon she ran into the silver haired beauty.

She had been late to Barbara's show.

She rolled her eyes at herself, she hated being late, but the traffic had been worse than she realized.

As she rushed by the divine looking woman she almost fell off her heels.

Andy had seen the woman just seconds before she streaked by and the vision caught her by surprise, and in turning to see her again she tripped. Sometimes her lanky, awkward teen years came back to her.

As she reached the top of the steps at the venue she had quickly turned, she was happy to see the woman was okay.

She had smiled at the intriguing woman wondering who she was. The pale skin, white hair, and oh those legs.

As Andy continued through the door she caught the stranger admiring her ass.

That evening while hanging out with friends at the hotel bar she had felt a presence in the room. The air had shifted, sparks were flying, and the temperature had heated up. Her senses were tuned into the atmosphere that surrounded Miranda.

Andy could not remember what she had been laughing at but when she turned, the 'beauté' was standing just a few feet from her.

The woman may have had huge sunglasses on but Andy could feel Miranda's eyes boring into her body.

The woman stood with an air of arrogance, strength, and sensuality.

Just the movement of Miranda removing her sunglasses had Andy weak in the knees, but when Miranda licked her full luscious lips Andy had to groan.

Andy grinned she wished she was the ear piece of those glasses as it slid gently across Miranda's lips. Andy knew she had to have the woman.

The draw the woman had on Andy was overwhelming. Andy felt as if a string was attached to her, and Miranda was pulling her closer.

Andy had slid herself off the bar stool not trusting her legs to keep her upright.

The look on Miranda's face was so cute, and so sexy. Andy could not stand it. Her insides were burning up.

Andy could see the closer she got to the captivating woman the brighter the blush appeared on her face.

As Andy stood in front of the woman she started babbling. Andy always babbled when she was nervous.

Andy's nose twitched. God, the woman smelled so good. Andy could feel it floating into her nose, swirling inside her head, and shooting through her core making her wet. Dripping wet.

Then she spoke. Her voice was soft, mysterious, and alluring. Hypnotic.

When Miranda turned to leave Andy grinned, what a tease Miranda was.

It was like magic as they neared the elevator doors and the doors parted. Andy swore Miranda never slowed down or missed a step as she waltzed in.

Andy stood on the other side of the doors not knowing if she should enter or not. Normally Andy would have skipped in alongside, but Miranda was not just anyone.

Andy's body simmered as Miranda dipped her head motioning the brown eyed girl to join her. Andy was in the elevator in an instant.

Andy watched as Miranda exited the elevator, and sauntered down the hall. Her hips rolled from side to side. Andy could make out the firm buttocks underneath the couture clothing, and she licked her lips.

God she needed a drink her mouth was so dry.

Andy knew…knew in her heart she was going to experience the time of her life.

Andy watched as Miranda entered the room leaving the door ajar for her. A street light was shining in through the window, and it enveloped Miranda leaving a glow around her, making her just that more sexy and intriguing.

Andy watched Miranda turn, once again her legs felt limp, and she teetered. She had to hang on to the door knob to stay upright. The sight in front of Andy was mesmerizing. She could not believe how lucky she was.

Miranda's voice, her breath, sent chills up Andy's body, and those eyes. Blue, crystal, satisfying. Andy could not tear her eyes away from them.

Her skin tingled as Miranda touched her.

Andy decide it was time as she leaned in for that first kiss that seared the two together.

Andy's insides were racing as Miranda pulled away and she had to smile.

Andy watched again as she walked away, watching her behind as it swayed back and forth.

She grinned as Miranda walked to the bedroom. Those smoldering eyes and long dark lashes, Andy could not wait to get the woman in bed, but then Miranda suggested a bath. Andy could not turn her down.

Andy watched as Miranda fill the tub, the perfume in the air was intoxicating.

It was at this time Andy took over and began her assault. Miranda leaned back into her, and gave Andy permission to take the lead. The woman was entrusting herself to Andy.

Undressing Miranda was better than opening Christmas presents. Her skin was so pale, smooth, and soft. Andy had never felt any like it.

Andy felt Miranda's legs give away, she held Miranda up, and eased her into the bath.

Andy groaned as she pressed her breasts into Miranda's back. She tasted every inch of Miranda's neck, it was better than drinking Vieilles Vignes Francaises champagne.

Soon Andy found her fingers dipping into Miranda's warm wet folds. Miranda's response to her touch drove Andy on further. Andy, herself felt as if she would explode just witnessing Miranda's reaction to her touch.

Then Miranda came as Andy touched her clit, and Andy felt as if she risen to heaven.

Andy moved them both to the bed as she was not finished taking Miranda for the flight of her life.

Andy froze as she gazed into the crystal blue eyes, and something washed over her.

Miranda fit into her so well she could not tell where she left off and Miranda started.

Andy was flying, and what she felt for this women could not be explained by ordinary words, feelings, or actions. So Andy did as she had never done before. She did what any Royal Princess from Genovia would have done. She penetrated Miranda, and her world exploded. The feeling was indescribable. She had heard of this happening before but never thought she would be able to experience it.

She had laid with other women, women she thought she loved, loved with all her heart, but the other women never reciprocated that love.

Andy thought back to the fairytales her Grandmother use to tell her when she was a young child. One was about the very first Princess born to the Royal Family. Female children in the Royal Family was a very rare occurrence.

Back in the early 1600's the Genovian Royalty witnessed the birth of their first Princess.

Prior to that as far back as they could go they had only produced male children.

This Princess had four older brothers, all of whom despised the attention this new baby was receiving.

They had gone to the Witch that lived at the edge of the Black Forest. They requested a curse be placed on the female child. In exchange the Princes' who were great soldiers promised to always protect her.

The Witch gave the Princess an extra appendage turning her into a boy.

The King, rightly so, was furious, and went in search of a way to reverse the curse and punish the Witch

He consulted the Head Priest and was instructed on making a Reigate Witch Bottle.

The bottle made of bellarmines pottery was filled with nine nails bent into an 'L' shape. Along with the nails were pieces of the Princess' long brown hair, wool fibers from a prized sheep in the court, and leaves of the prickly grass that grew around the boarder of the Black Forest. Lastly and most importantly urine from the Princess was added to the bottle. The opening of the bottle was sealed with wax and the Royal seal was imprinted into it. The King and Queen buried the bottle under the hearth in the Princess' room to keep it warm.

The next day they heard a great noise rise from the Black Forest. It was the Witch screaming in pain as she tried to urinate. It was working. The Witch became extremely ill, but before she died she swopped into the castle and left a warning. "You will be sorry. You may have saved your precious Princess but all your future female children will carry the curse that will be lifted from her when I die.

Days later the screaming ceased, and when the Princess was examined the extra appendage was gone.

The Royal army, lead by the four Princes', was sent out to the Black Forest to confirm the Witches death. They found a scorched circle in the ground that at one time held the Witches hut. She was dead.

The King and Queen was ecstatic.

They had their beautiful Daughter back once again, and it seemed no evidence was visible of the extra appendage she once had.

No other thoughts were made of the Witches dying words, and the Family lived happily ever after.

That is until the Princess' married, and produced the second female child born to the Royals.

The child grew normally but when she reached adult hood she fell in love with a female. This did not bother the Family, as being attracted to the same sex was normal and applauded at that time in history. What did bring concern and humiliation to the Royal Family was what happened the first time the Princess laid with her love.

The Princess had produced the extra appendage, penetrated her love, and impregnated her.

After the appendage disappeared and never appeared again.

Unable to explain the pregnancy the two girls were hidden from the court, and the people of Genovia.

Since then every Royal Princess born carried the curse.

They soon learned the only time the extra appendage was exposed was when a Princess would lay for the first time with their true love, a female, and it always produced a child.

Andy road Miranda with ease, warmth, and passion.

She could feel Miranda's nerve endings spark, and flare.

The moans and purrs that came from Miranda's mouth urged Andy on, and soon she, herself was ready to explode. Andy controlled herself though and held off until Miranda was ready.

For her Miranda's pleasure, and gratification was first and most important.

She felt Miranda's hand slid between them, felt the explosion as Miranda came, reveled in the heat that raised from Miranda's body.

Andy laid her forehead on Miranda's and emptied herself into the woman lying beneath her.

After lying together for some time Andy opened her eyes, and gazed at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Eyes closed, long lashes spread over the highest cheek bones she had ever seen. Drops of perspiration like diamonds littered Miranda's face, and she glowed.

Andy implored Miranda to open her eyes so she could see the deep crystal blue irises', and once she did Andy was lost.

Spent the two women fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

Just a few hours later Andy awoken to her cell phone going off.

She had to release herself from Miranda's hold, climb out of bed, and hunt around for her jeans having left the phone in her back pocket.

The call was to inform her that her Grandmother had falling seriously ill, and she needed to go back to Genovia immediately.

Andy was stunned, and in a state of shock.

She quickly gathered her clothes, but before she left Andy took one last look at Miranda as she lay naked on the bed. She was so beautiful.

Outside the hotel Andy crawled into the waiting car, was driven to the airport where she climbed into the Genovian jet, and flew home.

There she helped Joseph nurse her Grandmother back from a severe case of pneumonia. First in the hospital then back at the castle. It was touch and go in the hospital as Andy and joseph wait for her Grandmother to respond to the medications given her.

Andy's emotions were running wild. She was afraid and sad that her Grandmother would die. She was so sad, she missed Miranda, and she was afraid she would never see Miranda again.

During the time in the castle Andy recounted her story of meeting the mysterious lady at the hotel bar. She did not go into the intimate, personal activities that took place that night, but the Queen got the picture.

There were nights while sitting at her Grandmother's bedside that Andy would burst into tears. Her only explanation she could give to her Grandmother was confusion as to why she missed the silver haired woman so much.

Queen Clarisse never attempted to explain to her Granddaughter the meaning of the tears knowing Amelia would have to figure that out for herself for, the Queen knew Amelia had finally found her true love.