Chapter 17

Miranda's worries and fears were shortly pacified. After that fantastic beginning to an entirely new dimension in their relationship, she was feeling particularly great and no longer nervous. She had allowed Andy to begin, to start the evening because she was afraid she had lost her capacity for lesbian lovemaking. It had been all too long since she'd last shared a bed with another woman, but upon climaxing from Andy's well intentioned, yet not quite sharpened, lovemaking, Miranda had regained her confidence in the bed.

"You've really never done this before?" Miranda's voice was inquisitive; as she spoke she took Andy's hand, beginning to suck slowly on each finger.

Andy let a slight gasp escape from between her lips before she shook her head. "No, never." Andy shrugged.

"Well you're not half bad," Miranda gave her a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss her.

"Half bad…how would you…" Andy gasped between shallow breaths as Miranda's lips and mouth continued its assault on her fingers.

"Oh, don't think I've never done this before, Andrea." Miranda's voice was teasing, her mouth lingering on Andy's last digit before sat up. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

Andrea frowned at her, wondering what was about to happen, but knowing that what Miranda had just been doing was getting her dangerously close to needing very, very physical contact. She did as Miranda said, and let out a low moan when she felt Miranda wrap her legs around her from behind, her breasts pressed firmly against her back, and her core warm against Andy's lower back. Miranda's lips connected with Andy's shoulder, kissing her, teasing her, tickling her. She let her hand, which had come to rest on Andy's left shoulder, move slowly down her arm, tickling the tender, soft skin beneath her fingers. Andy groaned, frustrated because she could only lean back, back against Miranda's warmth and wetness. Miranda's fingers moved slowly, took their time to trail back up her arm. When her fingers met with Andy's shoulder, she allowed her hand to move downwards, down Andy's chest. When her hand met Andy's breast, she cupped it gently, continuing her sucking on Andy's shoulder as she lightly pinched the nipple. Andy called out, feeling all sorts of strange, new, and interesting feelings rushing through her bloodstream, swirling on her suddenly very attentive skin.

Her core ached, and she wanted Miranda there more than any other place. She tried to, with her hand, push Miranda down further but she felt the older woman's gray hair move against her head, shaking her head. "No." Miranda's voice was low, husky.

Andy let out a frustrated sigh and waiting in anticipation as Miranda's hand traveled down further, down past her bellybutton, down the rest of her torso and towards the spot that Andy wanted her to touch so badly she was felt as if she might die if Miranda didn't. But luckily Miranda's fingers moved into Andy's hair covered warmth, immediately feeling her wetness. She let her manicured fingers move delicately towards Andy's clitoris. It was with slight stimulation of this very bundle of nerves that nearly sent Andy over her edge. But Miranda's fingers skillfully entered her, seeming to know exactly what to do.

Andy, feeling as if she looked very awkward, poised on the edge of the bed, her face probably twisted in some kind of mix of pain and ecstasy, had never felt better during sex in her life. And, feeling the need for a release, no longer able to hold on, she found her hand covering Miranda's, pushing her hand deeper, harder against her. She used this leverage to help get herself off and she realized, as she came over her edge nearly screaming, wetness exiting her, getting on her fingers as she pulled them away from Miranda's hand, that this was the best orgasm she'd ever had. Nothing Nate had ever done had been this attentive, or had made her body respond in the way it was for Miranda.

"Oh my God." Andy called out; realizing Miranda had not once stopped sucking on her shoulder. There would be a hickey there come tomorrow morning. Miranda allowed Andy to lie back down in the bed, and suddenly with renewed energy, she straddled Andy, peppering quick kisses to her lips, her cheek, her neck. Miranda wasn't finished with her.

Andy felt her body quickly overcome her last orgasm, ready for something more…Miranda's lips. Yes, Miranda was kissing her, kissing her everywhere. Miranda's lips were tender, moving more languidly across Andy's chest, arm. She paid special attention to Andy's breasts when she finally reached them. Everything was slow, planned out, nice. Miranda was a very attentive lover. She allowed her left hand to cup Andy's right breast as she let her mouth encompass her left, teasing it with her tongue and fingers until it was taut and red. Andy arched her back, surprised at the amazing sensations that were crawling all over her body as Miranda touched her, licked her, kissed her.

But Andy was slightly confused when Miranda's lips moved away from her breasts. They began a slow, wet path down her torso, towards her warm, and by now, very wet center. Miranda glanced up at Andy and a smile graced her lips as her tongue licked the skin above Andy's patch of hair.

Andy frowned down at the woman. Was Miranda Priestly really about to go down on her?

Oh yes, yes she was. Miranda let her hands come to rest on Andy's thighs, spreading them apart. Andy cried out, her sensitive area not accustom to such a touch. Nate had never, ever done this. Miranda's fingernails dug deep down into Andy's skin, causing her to hiss through her clenched jaw, which instantly began to relax as Miranda's tongue went to work.

The sensation of Miranda's tongue against her clit, her core, was so overwhelming that Andy literally tossed and attempted to turn, but found that Miranda's hands were firmly keeping her in place. She called out in frustration, grabbing on to the bedspread, arching her back against Miranda, willing Miranda to let her come, to finish her because she needed it so badly. "Miranda!" Andy screamed, her hips, by now, bucking wildly at the new sensation.

But Miranda just continued her sweet torture to Andy's soaked middle. And Andy nearly died as she experienced the largest, heart shattering, body aching orgasm's she'd ever had in her life. "Fuck! Miranda!" Andy exclaimed, practically sitting up, the sheets grasped firmly in her white knuckles.

Miranda devilishly licked at Andy's wetness before propelling herself forward to kiss Andy fully and deeply on the lips. Andy could taste herself on Miranda's tongue and moaned softly against her lips. When they finally parted, both breathless and in need of a momentary break, Andy fell back against the bed, and Miranda gently fell beside her.

"Wow, I've never…just wow." Andy was speechless.

Miranda turned on to her side and gently stroked Andy's bare stomach. She let a small smile grace her lips and she leaned down to kiss Andy. "It's late."

Andy suddenly frowned. Was this Miranda's way of telling her it was time for her to leave? But they'd just…

"I need to go check on Cassidy and get 'The Book'" Miranda sighed, leaning down to kiss away the frown lines. "Don't worry," she kissed Andy's lips, "you're not going anywhere."

And Andy relaxed, realizing she was going to spend her second night wrapped up close to Miranda, the only woman, or person for that matter, that she ever wanted to sleep next to or wake up to ever again. "I don't want you to go." Andy's voice was hoarse, quiet.

"I'll be right back." Miranda shook her head. She allowed Andy to pull her in to a deep kiss, before she slipped out of the bed. Andy pouted as she watched her new lover pull on a robe, covering her perfect body. Miranda sprayed some of her infamous musty yet floral smelling perfume to mask the cigarette smell. And with a quick smile to Andrea, she exited the room, the aroma of sex and Miranda lingering behind her.

~*~

With book in hand, Miranda crept up to Cassidy's room. She expected that, even at this late hour, the girl would be awake. However, when she peered into the brightly lit room, complete with TV on and laptop almost slipping off the bed, she realized Cassidy was asleep. Miranda shook her head and entered the room, closing her daughter's laptop, setting it on her desk, and then moving to turn off the television. Its noise ceased and the room filled with silence.

Cassidy suddenly stirred, and Miranda stopped dead in her tracks, hoping that she hadn't woken her daughter. She watched as Cassidy flipped onto her side and then she settled back down, her even breathing returning. Miranda moved towards her daughter, admiring how beautiful she was and had become, and realized how much her girls meant to her. She hated that Caroline was gone, hated it more than anything. She wished the girl would come to her senses and return home, where she belonged.

But right now Miranda had, at least, one daughter on her side. So she would tend to her. Leaning down, she kissed her daughter's soft cheek, something she did when she hadn't seen her girls all day and arrived home from an event after they'd already gone to bed. Realizing the girl wasn't properly tucked in, as well, Miranda pulled her daughter's blue and red sheets up and over her cold body. With one more kiss, Miranda left the room, turning off the light as she did so.

~*~

Andy was going mad without Miranda next to her. She had tried to relax, but found it rather hard to do whilst in an unfamiliar bed and completely naked. To pass the time, Andy had begun to study the room. Two large windows, covered in delicate cream sheets that were see through from the angle that Andy was in, over-looked the entire glittering, shimmering, wet city. The rain was coming down in heavy sheets, the wind whipping slightly against the windowpane. Andy shivered, reaching down to pull up the blanket, finding that she was suddenly frightened, and cold.

Looking away from the window, Andy studied the large dresser, which, on the top, held pictures of Miranda's girls, and an unfamiliar couple. Hanging all around the room were old 1920s pictures of obscure women in high fashions of the day (which only served to make Andy laugh; of course Miranda would have pictures of women hanging around her room). They were all done in muted colors that perfectly matched the dark yellow of the walls. Everything looked very regal and in place, even the modern flat screen that hung opposite the bed fit in.

Andy looked next at the bedside tables. There were two, and she knew then that the room was meant for two people. At one point Stephen, and whoever had come before him, had laid in this very bed, and used one of those tables. Both were very clean, though several books rested on the left table. Clearly Miranda slept on the left. Andy thumbed through the books, realizing that Miranda was quite in to historical fiction. And it was then that Andy realized she hardly knew anything about the Miranda behind Miranda Priestly. And that vaguely bothered her, for she knew that after this night things would change.

Realizing that both bed side tables had drawers, Andy felt a sudden need to explore. She felt like a five year old again, getting in to things she shouldn't. But there they were, and here she was, and Miranda wasn't back yet, and she couldn't hear her out in the hallway, so she couldn't be close by. And as her heart began pounding faster, but her curiosity overtaking her reasoning and Miranda's right to some privacy, Andy opened the seemingly abandoned night stand. There was nothing but some old pictures of the girls, and some other odds and ends. Glancing towards the door, Andy rolled across the bed. When she realized Miranda still wasn't near, she reached down and opened the drawer.

Her eyes widened in both surprise and horror when she realized what was inside. "Miranda!" Her name escaped Andy's lips, completely surprised that Miranda Priestly would even own such a thing, let alone have it so accessible, so near…it was just…but Andy couldn't stop looking at it.

And in her distracted state she didn't hear the door open.

TBC...