Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I do not make any money from them. Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.
A/N: This was initially a one-shot, a small idea that was aching to escape, that is now a two-shot. It has not been edited to my usual standards, as I really CBA.
Summary: Andy and Miranda meet unexpectedly after many years.
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After leaving Runway, Miranda had travelled, escaping the aching loneliness of her empty life. New York no longer held the appeal it used to. Her house was far too big for her now her children had flown the nest and Patricia had gone. Her children were adults, and she was inherently proud of the beautiful women they had become. They were set on making their own way in the world, succeeding from their own hard work rather than relying on her name.
Cassidy now had her own apartment in SoHo with a girlfriend, Brooke, and Caroline was completing her studies in California, planning to become a criminal lawyer. She knew they no longer needed her, although they claimed otherwise quite often.
Skiing in Aspen had been a mistake, but one she would never, if given the option, change. Alone on the slopes on that clear April morning, she had fallen, not fully realising the damage she had inflicted to her knee. Pulling herself to her feet, she made her way slowly and painfully back to the resort, where she promptly collapsed. It was quite embarrassing but she would not have been in the city now if not for those events and frankly, that did not bear thinking about.
That morning in the park had changed things. It was only Cassidy's sheer determination, a trait inherited from her, which had her leaving the house at all. But it brought Andréa back into her life.
She recognised she had always cared a little more for the brunette than was perhaps appropriate but what amazed her more was finding the woman in question returned the sentiments.
And now, six weeks later, they were settling into a kind of routine. Initially, they met at the townhouse for dinners with Cassidy and her friends but the last week had seen them meeting for lunch, strolling arm-in-arm through the lunchtime crowds and enjoying the warm, summer days. Miranda was sure to be careful when walking, her balance was not always the best, and her refusal to wear anything lower than a four-inch heel often slowed their progress. Andréa did not seem to mind how slowly they walked, apparently delighting in her company as they got to know each other and reconnected.
At times she could sense Andréa's sadness and she questioned her about it. The stunning woman had lived thirteen years unable and unwilling to put down roots, and now at thirty-eight, she admitted to feeling like she had missed out on certain rites of passage. Such honesty was refreshing, but her heart ached a little for the perceived missed opportunities. Marriage and children were something Andréa had once dreamt about, but she had known that settling for anything but love was not an option for her.
And it was love they felt for one another. The swirling kaleidoscope of emotions Andréa had always brought out in her could not be anything else. And yet, she was fearful, that life would tear Andréa away from her again. It was an intolerable thought and she slowed things down between them, unwilling to rush headlong into something neither of them was ready for. With this in mind, they had continued to share brief kisses but she had held Andréa at arm's length.
It wasn't that their age difference was an issue or that she did not desire Andréa, she did, very much so, but she was older and unsure if it was even possible for her to share certain intimacies. Now, after careful consideration, she had made the decision it was time to move forward
Miranda knew what she was about to do could go incredibly wrong, if for whatever reason she could not give the younger woman what she needed, but she recognised how close she was to what she had craved all along, her Andréa. The beautiful, funny, intelligent, challenging woman who had haunted her dreams since the moment of her makeover. The realisation of her feelings had been gradual all those years ago, hitting her in full force upon the young woman's disappearance from her side in Paris.
Getting herself ready for the evening, she cursed as she twisted to fasten the hidden clasp of the black and white Oscar De La Renta belted jacquard dress. She was nervous, having agreed to dinner at Andréa's Central Park Apartment. She had arranged an Uber, as she no longer had the need for a full-time driver, and her heart pounded in her chest.
Miranda was about to spend time alone, for the first time, with the woman who, she had to admit, she had loved for almost fourteen years. Taking her purse, her hands shook as she locked up the house and carefully made her way to the waiting car.
The journey to Andréa's was over in minutes, blessedly the traffic was in their favour. She was greeted warmly when she buzzed Andréa's intercom and made her way up to the third-floor apartment.
As soon as the younger woman opened the door, her breath caught as she took in the beautiful red Versace Cady dress. Andréa's hair was in a half-updo, the streak of white pulled away from her face. Her eyes blazed from the tip of Andréa's Louboutin clad feet to her eyes.
"Absolutely beautiful. You are simply breathtaking, my darling." Miranda husked.
The compliment had Andréa smiling one of her brightest megawatt smiles. "Ditto," Andréa stated. "Please, come in, Miranda." She stood to the side and gestured with the sweep of her hand for her to enter. "Let's get you comfortable."
Miranda glanced around as Andréa stepped behind her and took her jacket, hanging it on an old-fashioned coat stand that lived beside a table that held a bowl for her keys. She'd been told how forgetful the woman could be when life became chaotic, she kept things in set places so she could always find what she needed.
Turning around, she failed to realise how close Andréa was. They collided and it was only Andréa's arms wrapping around her waist that stopped her from tumbling backwards.
The warmth and security of Andréa's arms was her undoing. Her hands moved up, cupping her Andréa's face. Her eyes locked on her lips. They were beautiful. Plump, soft and red and inviting. She brought them down to brush against her own, sighing at the delicate touch. The sexual tension, which had been growing increasingly apparent between them, skyrocketed. Miranda found it almost unbearable.
Looking up into Andréa's dark expressive eyes, she could see the desire in the gorgeous hazel orbs. So she was stunned when Andréa stepped back. "Um, would you like wine?"
She shook her head. "No. Come, sit with me, Andréa." Miranda asked. Entwining their hands, she led the brunette to the comfortable leather sofa. "I like what I've seen so far, your apartment is warm, like you."
"Thanks." Andréa tugged her fingers nervously. "I sense you have more to say." She whispered.
She could see Andréa was building scenarios in her mind, she felt her stiffen and pull away further. "My darling, no. It is nothing bad, I assure you." She wanted desperately to offer reassurance.
Acting with a decisiveness that surprised her, Miranda pushed herself towards the brunette until she was hovering over her. She observed as Andréa's eyes widened and comprehension dawned. The smile she received was almost blinding and she saw the deep desire and mischief growing in Andréa's eyes. "Do you want me, Miranda?"
She knew she was blushing. She wanted the woman inside her right then and there but knew it would not be something they would rush. After keeping the brunette at arm's length, she knew she deserved a little teasing. "Dinner?" She queried, breathlessly.
"Spiced chicken salad. It can wait." Andréa took control of the situation and pushed her onto her back on the sofa as she knelt between her legs. She lay there, looking up into the eyes she adored. "Now, is here okay?" Andréa's words trickled into her consciousness and she nodded enthusiastically.
Andréa kept her gaze on Miranda as she found the hidden clasp and zip of her dress and pulled it loose, revealing the lacy, black front fastening bra.
Miranda's arousal was soaking through her black lace panties as Andréa continued to pull the dress down over her hips and legs. Breathing deeply, she knew Andréa would smell her arousal. She removed the dress carefully, placing it over the back of the sofa and with nimble fingers, she unhooked her bra, pulling it from her and tossing it on top of her dress, where it promptly slithered to the floor.
Andréa sat up, pulling the zip of her own dress and extracting her arms, it pooled to her waist. Miranda's breathing was ragged as she took in the fact the younger woman was not wearing a bra.
Andréa's lips trailed kisses from her lips, cheeks, down to the bottom of her neck. Miranda moved her head back and sighed before Andréa's lips moved up to find hers. Her own parted and Andréa's tongue entwined with hers in a delicate dance.
Andréa's hands moved through her hair gently, releasing it from the usual hair-sprayed hold. They were both breathless as they broke the kiss. "Can I take you to bed?" Andréa whispered.
At Miranda's nod, Andréa stood, letting her dress pool at her feet. She bent and scooped it up, before placing it alongside her own. She took her hand and led her to a room on the other side of the apartment. The room was large and comfortable and a small lamp cast a small glow of light onto the large, freshly made king-sized bed.
She sat on the bed, moving up against the headboard and watched as Andréa crawled beside her sensuously. She looked like a large cat, getting ready to pounce, and she did. Andréa straddled her and ran her hands down her arms, as she initiated a blistering kiss.
Miranda's hands slid over her back and came to rest against her ass, squeezing the bare cheeks beneath the thong she wore. Miranda experienced a sense of rising anticipation over the fact Andréa was with her, almost naked. The feel of her warm, bare skin was driving her wild. She felt Andréa smile through the kiss.
"Everything okay?" Andréa asked.
"Yes. I just still can't believe that I am here with you like this." Miranda admitted, flipping Andréa on her back, and kissing her. Her hands caressed Andréa lovingly, her fingers finding the waistband of her thong and pulling them down, past her knees before she kicked them off the side of the bed. The younger woman was trembling.
Andréa pushed her up, slowly removing her panties as her lips blazed a trail against her jaw and neck before pulling her back down between her legs.
That first intimate contact generated a deep growl from within her. Bending, she enclosed her lips around a hardening nipple, suckling it. Andréa moaned, urging her closer. She sucked harder, swapping between both breasts. She ran her hands over warm, toned stomach and down her thighs before running them up over her neatly trimmed mound, slipping a finger between the folds to find her clit.
Andréa was already wet and she worked a finger across her hard clit, making her hips buckle and push up against her, seeking more. Miranda repositioned herself between those long legs, tracing patterns with her mouth and tongue over Andréa's body, starting with her face and neck, her chest, stomach, waist and hips, until finally to her sweet, warm nether lips. She flicked her tongue across Andréa's clit, suddenly hungry for more.
Andréa's legs wrapped around Miranda's head, her breathy moans growing louder, it was unbelievably alluring. She slid her hand down, pushing one, then two fingers into her, amazed as she tightened around her fingers as she plunged deeper. Andréa became more vocal and her hands reached up to find an anchor, wrapping around the pillow under her head as her hips bucked and she climaxed calling her name.
"God, I love you." Andréa sighed breathlessly.
Andréa had ignited the fire within her, being responsible for such an intense reaction left her feeling triumphant. She moved up, straddling Andréa's thigh but winced at the discomfort as she placed her weight on her knee.
Andréa moved, laying her down gently. Moving down, she grabbed onto her thighs and swiped her tongue through her folds. Andréa hummed at the first taste, and the vibration sent an intense shockwave of pleasure through her.
She began to move her hips, riding Andréa's mouth and spread her legs more to allow the brunette more room to manoeuvre. Andréa's fingers trailed down and matched the speed of her tongue. She thrust her hips, wanting more, but also never wanting the moment to end.
Their joint moans filtered through the room and as her climax claimed her she stopped moving, her back arched with the explosion of pleasure coursing through her.
A sigh escaped from Miranda's lips as she regained control, she pulled Andréa up and caught her lips in a searing kiss. Pulling back she caught the brunette's eyes. "I am not all hearts and flowers, my darling." She explained quietly. "But I do love you. I think I always have."
"I don't want this to end." Andréa husked. "I want to just lie here with you until the end of time."
They lay facing one another, hands entwined, maintaining contact. Miranda realised they had all the time in the world now to love each other but did not wish to leave the bed. She listened as Andréa's breathing changed and pulled her into a close embrace. Moving the hair from her face she placed a soft kiss on the other woman's forehead.
"Not all hearts and flowers, Miranda? Really?" Andréa smiled, her eyes closed.
"You're my one exception, it seems," Miranda whispered as Andréa's stomach grumbled. Her smile blossomed as she saw Andréa's blush. "And although I do not necessarily wish to leave this lovely little bubble of warmth, I think we should take the time to feed you." She chuckled.
"Mm, If I could I would stop the passage of time," Andréa stated, peeling herself from the bed and standing naked in front of her.
Miranda's eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin. Sitting up, she pulled Andréa towards her so she was straddling her lap. Her hands moved up to Andréa's chest and circled her nipples with her thumbs. Andréa's breathing turned ragged and her eyes darkened, becoming reminiscent of molten chocolate. She could see the blush rising up her cheeks and moved her hand up to her neck, pulling her head down to capture those pouting lips with hers. She could feel Andréa's heart beating hard and fast.
Their bodies pressed closer, as their kisses became frenzied. Miranda knew she would be happy to stay in the moment until the world stopped turning. Andréa was her one true love.
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