Part 5
Another long week dragged by before Miranda called Andy. "Are you free for dinner tonight?" were the first words she heard. Andy grinned.
"I could be. What did you have in mind?" Andy felt a bit giddy merely from hearing Miranda's sexy voice. She waited anxiously for Miranda's answer.
"Most of my thoughts are not mentionable while in the workplace. But I plan to show you later." Miranda's low purr caused a delicious shiver to run down Andy's spine. "What time do you finish work?"
"Um, six, but I'll need to change," Andy began eying her conservative charcoal pencil skirt and cranberry silk blouse with dismay.
"Andrea. It doesn't matter what clothes you are wearing. You won't be in them long. I'll pick you up at six."
After the tell-tale click signifying that Miranda had hung up, Andy sat lost in thought. The day after they had completed Miranda's interview, the editor had sent her a beautiful bouquet. Red calla lilies coupled with white roses—elegant and gorgeous like the sender. The card had simply said, Next time you won't get away so easily. M. Andy smiled.
The reporter sat for a few moments luxuriating in the promise she'd heard in Miranda's voice. She couldn't wait to feel the white-haired woman's body against hers. Andy refocused on the article in front of her. Determination fueled her actions to finish her work in time. She had a date with an amazing woman, and she intended to concentrate entirely on her once they were together.
Sliding into the back seat after an interminably long day, Andy breathed a sigh of relief. Turning toward Miranda she smiled brightly. "Miranda. You are a sight for sore eyes."
Miranda's lips curled upwards in response. "It is good to see you, too." Feeling fingers entwining with hers, Andy settled back while wondering where they were going.
Not that it mattered. Andy just wanted to be next to the woman. They could sit in silence for the next five hours, and Andy would love every moment. Oh, yeah. I'm whipped.
Miranda swept through the restaurant as if she owned it. Then she surprised Andy by stopping at their table, holding out the chair for Andy to sit down, and pushing it forward before proceeding to her own chair. Andy was charmed.
Andy examined Miranda closely as she ordered a bottle of wine Andy knew cost more than her monthly rent. The fashionista looked wonderful. Her eyes captured Andy's with an intense stare once the sommelierleft their table. "May I order for you, Andrea?" Andy nodded, noting Miranda's pleased expression. The reporter loved the thought that Miranda wanted to take care of her. The editor really did have a rather pronounced romantic streak.
After the wine was poured and their dinners ordered, they were left alone. Miranda stroked the back of Andy's hand as a pensive look crossed her elegant face. "I've missed you," Miranda admitted softly. "These last few months have tested me sorely. It was one thing when I was ignorant of your feelings for me; I was able to push my feelings aside after you left by reminding myself how little you must care for me. After all, you left me without a backward glance." Miranda stopped when she felt Andy join their hands. The editor shrugged. "It kept me from tracking you down and demanding you come back."
"You wouldn't have," Andy gasped.
"I came close," Miranda admitted. "However, after your article and after spending some time with you, I have found that our time apart has become unbearable. Last week's interruption didn't help matters." Miranda squeezed the hand that felt so comfortable in her grasp. "I'm glad you are here now."
They sat, hand in hand, silently allowing a delicious tension to escalate. Once they finished dinner, they made their way outside. As soon as Andy entered the car, she knew she was in a world of trouble. The good kind of trouble. Miranda's lips covered hers in a possessive kiss. Andy slowed the kiss down, exploring Miranda's mouth as if she had all the time in the world. She held her editor firmly, reveling in every sound she provoked from the exquisite woman. Pulling away in surprise when she felt the car stop, Andy released the impassioned woman and followed her into the townhouse.
Without pause or conversation, Miranda led Andy into her bedroom and shut the door softly. The expression on Miranda's face when she turned gave Andy pause. The desire was present; yet, Andy also saw fear and uncertainty. Stepping up to Miranda, Andy gently framed Miranda's face with shaking hands and fell into that magnetic gaze. "You're safe with me, Miranda," she whispered. "You can trust me. I know you may find that hard to believe, but I intend to prove it to you." Tilting her head, Andy kissed the swollen lips sweetly.
Andy knew this could quickly devolve into animalistic, lascivious sex if she allowed it. Miranda might even prefer it to gentle, drawn-out loving. It would be easy to yield to the dictates of lust, avoiding emotions and feelings while sating the body's demands. However, Andy would not allow such a precedent for their lovemaking. The journalist wanted to build a future with Miranda. Tenderly stroking her ardent lover, she allowed herself the luxury of learning Miranda's body. Guiding Miranda to sit on the bed, Andy took off first one shoe, firmly rubbing the foot arch, pulling on the toes, and flexing the ankle before providing the older woman's other foot with the same treatment. Andy removed Miranda's clothing, laying the articles across a chair. Next, she rolled the hosiery down toned legs, massaging thigh and calf as she heard soft moans fill the room. Rising to her full height, Andy gazed at the woman before her, so beautiful it made her gasp. Miranda wore only her lingerie, silk and lace enhancing the tempting areas they hid. Andy felt her mouth water in anticipation.
"Disrobe for me, Andrea," Miranda directed. Without hesitation, Andy removed her shoes, placing them under the chair. Her blouse and skirt came next. Andy noticed Miranda's greedy gaze as she flexed her legs. Leaving her own undergarments on, Andy approached the editor with the intent of learning how to love such a magnificent woman.
Once she got within range, Miranda grabbed Andy around the waist and practically threw her onto the bed, straddling the surprised younger woman at her hips and using one hand to hold both of Andy's arms above her head. With a flick of her wrist, Miranda removed Andy's bra. "Now I have you just where I want you," Miranda muttered before attacking a painfully taut nipple with focused intent. "I've wanted to touch you for so long," Miranda spoke breathlessly, switching to the other breast and gently chewing on the nub. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, what you've always done to me?" Gliding her lips over Andy's chest and sucking on her clavicle as she squirmed, Miranda continued her confession. "Even that damn cerulean sweater couldn't deter my libido." Miranda sucked harder, soothing the slight pain with a slick tongue against the area. "What I wanted, what I've always wanted…Andrea, you cannot deny me any longer. I must have you, even if you become my destruction. Give yourself to me," Miranda pleaded as she made her way down Andy's abdomen, finally releasing Andy's wrists to grasp hips that gyrated in a sinuous rhythm.
"I'm yours, Miranda. Take me." So much for slowly and lovingly. Obviously, Miranda had other ideas. Well, being ravished has its benefits, too. This was only the first battle, anyway. Andy had every intention of taking control. Later.
Andy could feel the steady building of her climax. She tried to fight it, tried to slow down the impending explosion so she could mount a counterattack. But it was too late. Too many sensations, too many revealing words from a woman who normally preferred to remain silent, too many stimulating body parts brushing against her own were leading her toward a smashing orgasm.
As soon as Andy finished speaking, the inflamed woman slid down Andy's body to lick the inside of her thigh. Her panties were summarily removed, and Andy shuddered as she felt Miranda's breath so close to her center. A languid lick, a forceful suck and an erotic growl sent Andy careening over the edge so swiftly, so strongly that her back arched into a bow as her mouth dropped in astonishment.
If she thought Miranda was finished, though, she was quite mistaken. It seemed the alluring woman had only just begun. Miranda seemed intent on reducing Andy to a quivering, mindless heap of satisfied flesh.
"You are mine, Andrea Sachs," Miranda stated as she thrust two fingers into Andy forcefully. Setting a fast pace, Miranda moved up Andy's body to look into darkened eyes.
"Only I will touch you in this way. Only I will hear your cries as you come. Only I will drive you over the edge. You will not walk away again, Andrea. You simply cannot. Promise me," Miranda demanded.
"I won't ever leave you, Miranda. I promise. I promise. I belong to you." Andy felt no hesitation making a deal with the devil. She knew she was too far gone, had known for so very long. If this wasn't love, she would never feel it. Although she wanted Miranda to love her, too, she was willing to wait for that tender emotion to form. Only time would prove her worthy of Miranda's affections.
Adding another finger, Miranda continued, "I will give you everything. Everything, Andrea. Do you understand?" the powerful icon claimed Andy's lips in another all-consuming kiss. "Come for me now," Miranda urged.
Andy closed her eyes tightly and screamed as the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced crashed over her. When Andy managed to pry her eyes open, she felt cool sheets sliding over her heated body and strong arms enfolding her tightly. Soft kisses rained across her face causing Andy to smile in satisfaction. I just need a few moments to catch my breath. Just a few moments. Then I'll attack her. Andy felt sated and woozy, tired and spent.
Just a few moments.
Andrea opened her eyes to find Miranda gazing at her with an inscrutable look. "Tell me I didn't fall asleep," Andy groaned, mortified.
Miranda smirked. "It's only been a few minutes, Andrea." The white-haired maven turned onto her side, propping her head on her hand and smiling with amusement.
Mirroring Miranda's actions, Andy pushed the appealing woman onto her back and covered her.
"I'm awake now," Andy breathed and began to prove it.
Andy awoke slowly. Although she knew she probably should make an appearance at the newspaper today, she balked at beginning her day when she could lie in bed reliving the night before. Hearing the door open, Andy sighed and turned to see a vision before her. Miranda walked toward Andy in only a towel. The awe-struck girl received a much-too-short kiss before pulling the compelling woman closer for a more passionate one, feeling water droplets land on her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Andy ran her hands over Miranda's towel-clad back, loving how Miranda's body felt against her.
"Come have breakfast with me. I have to leave within the hour." Miranda moved away to get dressed as Andy sat up, now wide awake. "I took the liberty of providing you with an outfit." Miranda waved her hand toward the other side of the room where clothes were hung up. "Toiletries are in the bathroom."
Hopping up to begin her ablutions, Andy kissed Miranda's shoulder as she passed her and whispered, "Thank you."
Once in the kitchen sipping coffee, the journalist wondered what the hell had happened. One moment they were reading the newspaper and enjoying the shared quiet, and the next moment they were engaging in a heated argument.
"I don't understand. Page Six always writes trash. No one will believe what's printed there, and even if they do, they're not lying. We are together." Andy shook her head trying to comprehend why Miranda was glowering at her.
"You don't understand? How stupid can you be, Andrea?" Miranda scoffed. "Of course this wouldn't bother you when it's only to your benefit. Or will you actually sit there and pretend you have no idea how such a picture will propel your career?" The editor shook her head as she rose from the table. "Stephen can try to reopen the case," Miranda seethed.
"He can't," Andy sputtered. "The divorce is final. You proved he committed adultery—"
"And now he can accuse me of the same with my then-assistant." Miranda's face turned ugly with suspicion. "Everything you said last night, were those lies meant to make me trust you? To make me fall into your big brown eyes and forget the rest of the world? And then when you were finished with me, you would have had quite the laugh at my expense, wouldn't you?"
Miranda strode to the kitchen doorway and looked back over her shoulder coldly. "You were a good fuck, but that's all it was."
Stunned, Andy stared at the kitchen doorway, silently commanding her tempestuous lover to return. "Shit. Shit, shit, fucking shit!" Andy pounded her fists on the table, confused and angry. Miranda's dramatic exits were getting old fast. How was Andy supposed to prove her trustworthiness and love if this was the way Miranda dealt with her feelings? Miranda just couldn't wait to prove Andy's betrayal. She created these ridiculous scenarios of Andy using her, hurting her—it was so maddening.
Recognizing that Miranda was sabotaging their chances out of some misguided belief that Andy was going to end up leaving her anyway provided Andy scant comfort. She could psychoanalyze the stubborn woman until the cows came home, but that wouldn't change Miranda's perspective. It seemed clear that Miranda would rather cut her losses and move on rather than allow herself to believe in what they were creating.
As those thoughts sunk in, Andy felt her righteous anger evaporate as waves of sorrow pounded over her. Wrapping her arms tightly around her middle, Andy bent over trying to contain her emotions. Then the tears came, as rapidly and intensely as any rain storm. She half expected to see the floor flooded with the resulting deluge. Sobs overtook her, her body shaking with the knowledge that no matter what she said, no matter what she did, Miranda would never trust her, would never love her. And it now seemed so clear that she would never hold her again. It was too much.
Too much.
Andy felt her heart shatter as the joy of just a few hours ago slipped away, replaced by a feeling of hollowness she had never experienced before. She whispered brokenly to the empty room, "Why won't you let me love you?"
"Because I won't survive when you leave me." Andy heard the softly-spoken words as arms wrapped around her bent form.
"Miranda," Andy breathed, feeling those blessed arms tighten in response. "Please. Please." Andy beseeched. "I can't…Miranda," she hiccupped, too far gone to form coherent sentences. Instead, she buried herself in Miranda's warmth, shivering so hard she could hardly control her body. "Don't make me…I can't…"
Miranda shushed Andy's pleas, pulling her off the seat and into a fierce embrace. "I won't let you go. I won't. You belong to me." Gradually Miranda's words silenced Andy's inarticulate ramblings, pacifying her.
Finally she could feel Miranda's hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Finally she could hear Miranda's soft voice promising to try harder. Finally she could feel her body calming down.
Suddenly extremely embarrassed by her immature display, Andy pulled back. "You must have to leave for work," she said while looking away. Feeling an insistent hand lifting her chin, Andy looked into glittering eyes.
"Don't be absurd. That can wait," Miranda barked. Taking a deep breath, Miranda gentled her voice. "Andrea, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I panicked." Seeing Andy shake her head, Miranda frowned. "I can't promise this won't happen again. I know I have quite the gift for eviscerating others, but, Andrea, don't give up on me. I need you."
Andy realized that her head shaking had been misconstrued. She had been thinking that Miranda asking for forgiveness was ridiculous. That was twice when normally the woman never second-guessed her actions. Andy didn't know how to react to such out-of-character behavior.
"Don't apologize, Miranda. It's enough that you want to try." Andy leaned in for a reaffirming kiss. "I'm not giving up on us. I promise." The budding journalist captured Miranda's lips once more, attempting to pour all her emotions into the kiss.
Drawing back to view her lover, Andy was graced with a bright smile from the white-haired beauty.
"Have dinner with me tonight?" Miranda murmured.
"I'd like that," Andy answered, mesmerized by the animation Miranda's face displayed.
"Good. I'll pick you up at 7. Where will you be?" Miranda cocked her head in question.
"Home—," Andy began.
"Andrea." Miranda interrupted. "It occurs to me I do not know where you live or your cell phone number. In fact, I only know your work information. Why is that?"
Andy gulped. "Let me write it down." Miranda tightened the circle of their embrace, effectively preventing Andy from moving.
"You can text me the information. I'm not quite ready to let you go." Miranda stared for long moments at Andy.
Andy bore the intense scrutiny, sensing Miranda was making a decision of some sort. "Will you stay tonight?" Miranda asked quietly.
Andy smiled. "I'd love to." Miranda nodded and released Andy.
"I'll see you later, then." With a last lingering kiss, the fashion mogul was gone.