Within moments they were in Miranda's car being driving to her townhouse, the lights of the city alternately illuminating and shadowing Miranda's face. Not wanting the mood to lessen, Andy reached over and began to trace a finger over Miranda's palm. She ghosted over the soft skin in intricate patterns, her eyes locked on Miranda's face. Andy's touch was one second gossamer and the next deliberate.

Miranda bit her lip, her throat muscles working. After a moment, she shifted subtly. Andy smiled and began to include each of Miranda's fingers in her gentle stroking, alternating randomly between them but always coming back to the palm. She felt Miranda's shiver through the contact with her hand. She continued the movements watching Miranda's face avidly when it was illuminated by the passing street lights, the slight opening of her mouth as she began to pant softly, the chewing of her bottom lip, the random opening and closing of her eyes fascinated Andy. She couldn't stop her own expression of shock when Miranda suddenly moaned and grabbed at her fingers as a strong shudder shook her body. Did Miranda just…? The glazed, slightly unfocused look in Miranda's eyes as she turned them on Andy gave her the answer. She did! Holy crap!

Further musings were interrupted as the car drew to a stop in front of the townhouse.

"I won't need you further tonight, Roy," Miranda spoke in a slightly husky tone as she opened her own door and pulled Andy from the car by their clasped hands. Andy barely had time to close the door before she found herself dragged across the sidewalk and up the steps. There was a brief pause as Miranda unlocked the door and tugged her inside. Andy looked back just in time to see Roy's incredulous stare before he drove away. You aren't the only one freaking out here, buddy, was the last thought Andy had before finding herself crushed against the closed door by Miranda's body as her lips were claimed in a searing kiss.

After kissing Andy until they were both struggling for breath, Miranda once again pulled her along by the hand. She didn't hesitate as she headed up the stair to her bedroom. That little stunt in the car needed repaying and as everyone knew, paybacks were a bitch and payday was here. With the twins away at their father's for the weekend, she didn't bother with closing or locking the door. She merely swung Andy through the door and onto the bed, following her down until she had Andréa exactly where she had wanted her for months, beneath her on a bed.

"I want you," Miranda growled. "And I'm going to have you…right…now." Once again she crushed her mouth to Andy's, sliding their lips together and plundering Andy's mouth with her tongue. She ran her hand greedily over the open side of Andy's dress, relishing the silky feel of skin against her fingers.

"Miranda," Andy gasped, unsure what else to say.

"You wore this for me, didn't you?" Miranda demanded. At Andy's nod of assent, she continued. "You've been dressing for me for months, haven't you? Each gown more tempting than the last." Her hands continued to slide over skin and cloth, molding Andy's body with her palms, stroking with her fingertips. "Would you have kept going Andréa? Revealing more and more of your body until only the essentials were covered and the entire room was drooling over you, all save me? What would you have done then? Shown up naked?" Miranda practically hissed her displeasure at the thought of other people looking at her Andréa, wanting what Miranda considered to be hers.

"You wouldn't-have-allowed that," Andy got out brokenly, moaning as Miranda's hands brushed over her breasts.

"No, I wouldn't have," Miranda agreed fiercely. "Why ever did you allow that fashion wannabe so close to you tonight?" The woman, while wearing couture, had been clad ridiculously for her age.

Andy chuckled and spoke between gasps and moans. "Maybe I have-a taste- for- older women."

Miranda shifted so that she might capture Andy's gaze with her own. "There is only one older woman you will have any type of taste for. For that matter, only one woman at all. Do you understand me, Andréa?"

Such a display of possessiveness would have infuriated Andy coming from anyone else, but hadn't she played to that very aspect of Miranda's nature, as much as to her libido? All the flirting with the people around her had been designed to incite Miranda's jealousy as much as the flirting directly with Miranda had been to inflame her desire.

"Yes, Miranda," Andy teased, only to gasp as a thumb flicked over her nipple in punishment.

"Now that that's settled, take off this wretched dress before I destroy it, which would be a great pity as you look wonderful in it," Miranda ordered.

Laughing softly Andy slid from the bed and lifted the dress off over her head, tossing it negligently over a chair as she kicked off her sandals. She stood naked before Miranda, hands resting lightly on her hips.

"I believe you're a bit over dressed for this party," she chided gently.

Miranda simply nodded dumbly. Her widened eyes turned a deep smoky gray as they slid over Andy's frame from toe to head and back to toe.

"Oh, yes, God is definitely the ultimate designer," Miranda mumbled as if to herself. "You're exquisite," she spoke aloud to Andy.

Andy couldn't help the surge of warmth that rushed through her heart, nor stop the words that fell from her lips. "I'm yours, if you want me."

Miranda searched the clear brown eyes that met her own, looking for any trace of deceit. Finding none, she answered firmly. "I most definitely want you. Come here, Andréa."

Andy stepped forward gladly until she came to stand between Miranda's knees. She looked down at the white head that rested on her stomach, face pressed into her skin. Her hand trembled as she reached to stroke the glossy strands. There had been no words of love spoken between them, though she loved Miranda dearly. Andy supposed that being possessed by her love was enough for now. The words would come in time, or knowing Miranda, they might never, but Andy knew her well enough to know the feelings were there in a small way already. For now, it was sufficient to know she was desired by this incredible woman.

"We need to get that dress off you, Miranda," Andy spoke softly.

Inhaling deeply, Miranda could smell how aroused her Andréa was and as she wanted nothing more to than to taste and fulfill that need, she stood and reached for the zip at the side of her gown. It took only a moment to slide it down her body and step lightly out of it. She toed off her heels and reached behind to unhook her bra only to find her hands stopped by Andy's own.

"I want to," Andy breathed, stepping in close so her bare nipples dragged over the tops of Miranda's breasts.

Miranda shivered at the contact, wondering if she had ever before felt anything as erotic. Nodding her acquiescence regally, she fleetingly thought that the night would hold many firsts before the dawn crept in towing a new day behind it. One she planned to wake up to while holding this delicious creature in her arms.

Andy reached around, being careful not to actually touch Miranda and flipped the hooks open with one hand, earning herself a smirk and an arched brow from Miranda. Andy blushed as she slid the garment down Miranda's arms, her mouth watering at the first glimpse of Miranda's breasts. They were much smaller than Andy's, but still firm and high, defying gravity even now. They wouldn't dare sag. Her lips quirked at the thought though she kept her head averted so Miranda could not see. If anyone could exert that much control over their own body, it was Miranda. Kneeling, Andy rolled one thigh high down and held for Miranda to remove her foot before turning to the other to repeat the action. From her place at Miranda's feet Andy looked up the length of her body to meet that same smoky look, which now showed flickers of flame. She rose to her feet without attempting to remove Miranda's last garment. Miranda retaining that last article of clothing seemed somehow appropriate.

"Get on the bed, Andréa."

Miranda's voice had dropped to a deep sultry whisper and Andy shivered in response. She sat down and slid back until she rested on her elbows, legs slightly akimbo. Andy swallowed against a rush of desire as Miranda pushed the last of her clothes down toned legs and moved over her.

"Open your legs, Darling."

Andy rushed to comply, whimpering as Miranda lowered herself between her splayed limbs. She pulled her knees up slightly increasing the contact between their centers. Soft lips captured hers, nibbling and sucking. Andy groaned, opening her mouth to give herself over to Miranda.

Miranda didn't hesitate to take advantage, sliding her tongue deep and tangling with Andy's. Her hands traced up Andy's sides to grasp her breasts, though she had no hope of being able to claim one in a single palm. She captured the hardening nipple between her fingers and rolled it back and forth, reveling in the sound of Andy's moans. Sliding down, she transferred her lips to sucking the nipple into her mouth, nipping at it gently. Miranda smiled around the mouthful, as Andy pressed her hips upwards seeking more contact. More than willing to oblige, Miranda set a smooth, slow rhythm with her hips, pressing herself into Andy with each thrust. Her own arousal increased with each "Yes, oh, yes, Miranda" that spilled from Andy's kiss swollen lips. She found Andy's open enthusiasm as stimulating as the actual act they were performing together. Every moan, every gasp, every passion filled word, brought Miranda closer to the edge. Her movements increased, grinding into Andy as Miranda added her own moans to the symphony of sounds that filled her bedroom.

"Come with me. Come with me, Andréa," she instructed as her back arched pressing her firmly into Andy's core and she cried out her own release even as Andy's joined her. Miranda collapsed down onto Andy only to find herself wrapped tight in long arms and legs, held tight to the sated body beneath her. She pressed soft kisses to Andy's neck as they both lay recovering.

At last, Andy stirred, threading slender fingers into white silk and tugging gently to bring Miranda's face up so she would meet her gaze.

"Tell me this won't be the only time," Andy asked, her voice soft and tremulous.

"We are just beginning, Andréa," Miranda assured her. "Having you once has only made me want you again."

"And beyond tonight?"

"Beyond tonight is tomorrow. We shall simply have to see what it brings." It was all the promise Miranda was ready to make.

Andy nodded and smiled. It was enough, for now.

"So if you want me again, what's stopping you?" she teased.

Miranda graced her with her best La Priestly glare. "Nothing stops me, Andréa. I get what I want. I should think you'd know that by now."

Andy's laugh was pure joy. "I do, Miranda. It's your most attractive trait. At least, to me it is."

"So I take it you're no longer afraid of me," Miranda teased.

"Oh, I still get a chill when you go all La Priestly," Andy confessed with a salacious grin. "It just has a different effect on me now."

"Indeed," Miranda commented as she slid to the side while bringing her hand down and slipping it between them. She stroked once, twice as Andy moaned and bit her bottom lip. "Then by all means let's explore this new response of yours." She pushed two fingers deep into Andy's core and muffled the small scream she elicited with her lips.

The kiss continued, a slow wet sliding of lips and tongues, and Miranda's fingers plunging in and out. Andy's hips rose to meet her thrusts as Miranda grasped the nearest hardened nipple between her fingers and teased it, rolling it back and forth while squeezing it in rhythm with her other hands rapid movements. Andy almost sobbed her release with a screamed, "Miranda!" who, upon hearing her named called in such a way, had her own small orgasm.

Miranda gathered Andy into her arms, holding her close. Hands stroking over the long back, she gentled Andy until she came back to herself.

"I could become quite addicted to that," Miranda murmured.

"Mmmm, so could I," was Andy's response, "though I would like to return the favor."

"By all means."

Without further comment, Andy began to slide down Miranda's body, kissing and licking every inch of skin that she found beneath her lips until at last she rested between Miranda's thighs. Andy didn't hesitate, but dove right in, savoring the smell and taste of her lover. She thoroughly explored every fold and crevice with her tongue before driving it into Miranda's core. She brought her thumb up to rub Miranda's clit and she bobbed her head moving her tongue in a strong thrusting motion.

Already more than primed by Andy's earlier responses, Miranda came quickly and explosively, grasping two hands full of long dark hair to hold Andy in place as she rode her face to prolong her orgasm. At last she lay gasping, her body so languid that sleep pulled at the edges of her consciousness. She encouraged Andy up to lie beside her and wrapping her arms around the long body of her lover, Miranda was asleep in moments.

Andy listened to the gentle inhale and exhale as she returned the embrace, allowing it to soothe her until she joined Miranda in rest. She wasn't worried about tomorrow. That Miranda Priestly could fall sleep in her arms told her all she needed to know about the future…for now.