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We moved into the living room and the two of us had some wine that I could not pronounce.

I was glad she sat across from me I didn't know if I could keep my hands off of her. Wearing a maroon dress where her shoulders were exposed, not to mention legs. Drop dead gorgeous.

"Andrew? Are you alright?" I was caught for sure starting at her legs. Shit, think quick.

"Yes, Miranda I'm fine. I'm just a little confused..I mean you are so wonderfully polite about this whole thing and you invite me into your home. It's a tad bit cruel." She must have not understood what I meant.

"Well Andrew" She got up and started to use her quiet voice. The fashion persona was coming out. Shit, I was turning into an employee.

"I guess I should not have asked you to come." Miranda took her wine glass in perfectly manicured finger nails and I watched her refill her cup and take the longest gulp ever.

"If this is too cruel then I think I must have misinterpreted what you wrote." My head snapped around.

"Wait what I...wrote?" She visually cringed and I could tell something was definitely wrong.

"Miranda, what are you talking about?" She pursed her lips and then softened her face.

"Andrew, please do not be upset with me. When you left the cab and through your phone into that dreadful fountain, well I followed. Whoever saw me must have thought me completely mad. However I went into that fountain and picked up your phone."

I gasped. Oh shit. I wrote love letters in my drafts when I was drunk. Nate once found them and that's eventually why we broke up. I talked about how I didn't fit in this body..I talked about some fantasies of having a certain body part with Miranda. Oh god.

I covered my face with my hands.

"Oh god Miranda, I'm so sorry. I was just so in love with you that I couldn't contain it. I wanted so badly to be with you. But I couldn't come around to tell you. You were married and I was sharing an apartment with Nate." I was rambling. Miranda sat back down and took another sip of her glass.

"It's fine I'm a foolish woman for thinking you would still be interested. I mean you were a completely different person back then. You are so strong Andrew. I am an old woman who just spent nights reading every word hoping that you would come back to me." She seemed to stop herself then. Knowing not to say more.

"Miranda, I don't think you understand. I'm still madly in love with you. I just...I don't see how you could want me." I gulped.

"Andrew, surely I know I have hid my feelings in the past but really do you see my inviting all my disgruntled employees to my home?"

"It's not just that Miranda, I'm a relatively confident man. I mean I've dated women before who are straight or bi..It's just that I never thought that I could be man enough to deserve your love.." I couldn't look at her. I was a confident man...but I felt a little less masculine in her mitts. My dysphoria was coming out and even though I was happy now. I thought back to those days of wearing dresses and heels. It was hell for me.

I heard a glass being set down. Closing my eyes hoping tears would not flow out.

Next I felt two hands reach to my hands and up my arms to my very clad jaw. I hadn't shaved this morning and I knew she could feel it.

"You are more man to me than anyone with a stupid dick could ever be." That's when it happened. Our eyes met and I couldn't contain it one more second. I looked at her lips for permission.

She nodded as to give me full permission. I leant down slowly giving her time to reconsider. But she didn't pull away, but instead met my lips. I could feel her lipstick. The feeling of kissing lipstick instead of wearing it was divine. Her lips felt like velvet.

She started to stand and I was worried she was having second thoughts. But instead she pulled away and took a heavy breath.

"May I?" Her fingernails scratching my trousers. I nodded just like her. We both smiled at our inside joke.

Miranda straddled my hips. I wrapped my muscular arms around her and pulled tight. Her breasts pushed against me flat chest. I felt her heart beat. The rhythm of our hearts and rhythmic grinding of both of our centers were so divine.

I could no longer wait. I opened my mouth to ask for entrance. She opened hers and I could taste wine and a specific taste of Miranda. I wonder what else she tasted like. I started to suck on her neck. Biting a little too long and sucking a little too hard. I heard moans that would have made a satin himself blush.

"Wait, Andrew. " Pulling away she held her arms around my neck and I had to focus on my breathing because I was going dizzy from kissing her.

"We just met again today..I want to have sex with you. But I am a little too intoxicated. I want to be fully aware of everything when we do this. Will you wait?" The woman I love was asking me if I would wait.

"Miranda, for you I'd wait forever." I said fixing her dress and helping her off my lap.

I started to get up and take my wine glass to the kitchen.

"Are you leaving?" I was confused and could hear the hurt in her tone.

"If you want me to." I said. Not sure exactly where I stood.

"Andrew Sachs, what about what has been happening tells you that I ever want you out of my sight again." She said making me set the wine glass back on the table.

Miranda quietly guided me upstairs from various flights of stairs. I could barely see in the dark. But her maroon butt swaying was enough to make my mouth water.

She opened her bedroom door. Her fingers entwined in mine. She turned around and started to trace fingertips up my arms. I shivered.

"Cold darling?" I just about died at that. She hesitantly played with the hem of my shirt. We could see the whites of our eyes and the bed through the moon glow. I had a warm feeling. For the first time in my life I wasn't afraid of my partner seeing what was under my shirt.

Miranda tugged at my shirt and pulled it up my torso. The fabric tickled and I wondered if she was going to let me hold her like this.

When the shirt came over my head I lifted my arms up and let her disrobe me. I tried to remain calm however my heart was beating so fast.

I felt the warmth of her stomach. Pressing my hand against her hip and rubbing there. Asking for permission. As we both were doing tonight. Neither of us wanting to cross a line. However knowing we were both in in unmarked territory. No turning back now.

She turned for me to unzip her dress. I let the zipper slowly descend and kissed between her shoulder blades. My lips felt the softness of her skin. I could feel the goosebumps erupt.

She stepped out of the dress and took my hands. We climbed into her bed and instantly I became the happiest big spoon in the world.

"Miranda?" I asked between a yawn.

"Yes Andrew?" She said sweetly eyes closing.

"Please don't be a dream"