"Love is in the air, literally"
Miranda had been in Miami for the past week overseeing last-minute shoots and attending business events. For once, Andy had two days off from work and decided to join Miranda in Miami to spend time with her before they both would fly home. During that time there were very few instances where they could spend quality time together.
On the flight back it was almost midnight and the entire plane was quiet. There were only a few passengers in first class that remained awake. Andy was comfortably resting her head on Miranda's shoulder, watching the plane entertainment while Miranda focused on her notes.
"Miranda." Andy called for her.
"Yes darling?" Clear blue eyes remained fixed to her notes.
"Enough reading. It's late and in almost an hour we'll be landing," Andy said in effort to make Miranda stop working.
"I'm not tired, I'd rather finish this," Miranda explained kissing Andy's forehead before turning back to her notes.
Andy leaned her head into the curve of Miranda's neck. "We both know a few things far more interesting than watching TV or reading." Andy said, in a tone of voice above a whisper.
"Don't even think about it!" Miranda snapped back.
"And why not?" Andy asked, softly licking the area of Miranda's neck closest to her ear.
"Besides the thousand good reasons not to do this, one prominently sticks out. That being that we are on a plane with Nigel and two hundred other people in close proximity." Miranda said looking at her side.
"And? Nigel is sleeping and I promise I will be quiet." Andy added as she bites Miranda's neck, trying to drive her point home.
"No, we can't do this! Or better yet, we won't do this here! Can't you wait until we get into our comfortable bed?" Miranda asked, trying to bargain with her wife.
"I don't think you understand Mrs. Priestly. I came to Miami to spend some time with you and I barely saw you those two days that I was present. Add those to the five we had already been apart and you can understand what I'm getting at. I miss you." Andy brought her hand up to softly cup Miranda's face drawing her towards her lips.
"I know this, and I'm sorry. I will make it up to you when we get home, ok?" Miranda said while her lips are pressed to Andy's.
Feeling rejected Andy sighs and moves as far from Miranda as her chair will allow, she reclined her seat down completely. With another small, silent sigh she covered herself with a blanket and closed her eyes.
"Darling..." Miranda knew better, she closed her notes and put them aside with her glasses. "Come here. Let me hold you."
"Miranda its ok. I understand, I can wait until we get home." Andy said, coldly.
"Thank you. But that doesn't mean I can't hold you." Miranda said trying to make amends.
"I'd rather not. I might provoke you and I know you don't want to be." Andy responded, sweeping the blanket over her shoulder.
Miranda slowly caressed Andy's leg. "You're stubborn. Has anyone ever told you that?"
Andy smiled brightly. "My wife says that to me all the time. But she loves me anyway."
"Yes she does, very much so. Now come here." Miranda reclined her seat level with Andy's before scooping the brunette into her arms.
Andy didn't put up any resistance this time around and snuggled into Miranda's open arms, facing her with a content smile.
"I'm sorry I didn't give you much attention these last couple of days." Miranda said, truthfully.
"It's ok. I came to Miami knowing your schedule would be full." Andy brought Miranda´s hand to her mouth and softly kissed her palm.
"Well it's not really about a full agenda but the plethora of unskilled, mindless people around me." Miranda answered, annoyed with the memories of incompetency.
Andy laughed lightly. "You can just admit that you miss me working at Runway," she finished smiling kindly.
"As a matter of fact I don't. I appreciate where you are now. Where we are now." Miranda nuzzled Andy's nose with her own.
"Me too. I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything in this world." Andy answered honestly.
Suddenly Miranda felt a burning sensation in her eye. She blinked rapidly to attempt to soothe it. She certainly was not used to this kind of discomfort.
"I think I have some dust in my eye."
"Don't rub it." Andy chastised. "Let me see..." She pulled Miranda's face into her hands gently. "I don't see anything, but you better go and wash it."
"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back in a moment." Miranda kissed Andy's lips before she stands up.
"Ok", Andy replied smiling seductively at Miranda.
"What?" Miranda asked not understanding the meaning behind Andy's sudden smile.
"Nothing..." Andy drawled sweetly. "Don't take too long."
Nigel, with his eyes closed, was quietly listening to his IPod when Miranda passed by his aisle chair. Less than two minutes later Andy passed by him too, with what he assumed to be the same destination. Nigel opened one eye to confirm his suspicion and chuckled lightly, it seemed Andy could convince Miranda Priestly of almost everything.
Miranda was finishing washing her hands when she heard a shy knock.
"What!" Miranda growled as she opened the door.
"Hi baby, that was quick, were you waiting for me?" Andy said with a smile.
"Andrea, what do you want?" Miranda asked from the half opened door.
Andy passed by the open door while pressing Miranda's body onto the tiny wall. "You." Andy wasted no time kissing the woman in front of her. Her hands swiftly unraveled the fringed Hermes scarf from her neck.
"Are you crazy?" Miranda said, trying to breath but finding the action rather difficult at the moment.
"About you...yes!" Andy managed to say before capturing Miranda's lips again in total possession. She used her momentum to lift Miranda up onto the sink. The Editor's ass landed with a tender thump.
"Andrea we need to stop." Miranda barely managed to say the words she had been sure she was willing to follow only a moment ago.
"I want to fuck you right here, right now." Andy husked into Miranda's ear as she moved her hands between Miranda's thighs, feeling the silky fabric of Miranda's lingerie.
"God, what do you think you're doing?" Miranda tried feebly to stop Andy's continuing assault on her body.
"Well, I thought..." she sucked on Miranda's neck. "...you would be aware of what I'm doing." She whispered kissing Miranda's chin, her hands never leaving her center.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Miranda no longer cared to stop Andrea's actions.
"I was wondering..." Andy whispered as she pretended to deeply ponder her next thought. "...why you are completed soaked, already, if you were not expecting anything to happen." She teased with her words and her fingers. Her fingers expertly teased Miranda's clit as her words blew warm air across Miranda's earlobe.
"Shut up!" Miranda ordered her and grabbed Andy's face bringing it to her own. Her lips crashed against Andy's with passion fueled fire. Her leg now resting against the toilet to give Andy more access to her burning target.
Andy didn't need to say anything more. She pulled Miranda's lingerie to the side and teased the entrance of Miranda's dripping core.
"I want to feel you inside me, deep." Miranda groaned slipping her tongue inside Andy's mouth possessively.
"Oh, do you?" Andy smiled breaking their kiss for a moment to take in some air, her hands stilling as she did so.
Miranda nodded. "I do."
Miranda knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on anymore and searched for Andy's hand, guiding her fingers inside her. She felt Andy's slender fingers working the magic only they could and making her feel what Andy only could. Complete. Miranda slowly closed her eyes, the sensation overwhelming her.
"Open your eyes baby."
Andy always loved how she lost herself in Miranda's eyes. Those eyes full of passion, desire, and the love Miranda held for her were a direct line to her heart. They spoke more than Andy was sure either of them could.
"Oh God..." Miranda said trying to focus on Andrea's dark eyes.
Andy then pushed herself against Miranda, moving in a perfect pace, of her hand and their bodies. Miranda gripped Andy's ass with her free hand and wrapped her leg around Andy's thighs. Forcing their bodies to create more pressure, the heat between them grew with each thrust, making both moan in complete anticipation of what was about to happen.
"Harder..." Miranda moaned in a soft whisper.
"God baby, you feel so good." Andy was trying hard not to come right on the spot.
Andy held Miranda's neck and throat, gently, in an effort to keep eye contact with her before she pumped a third finger into her wife's aching core. Andy could smell Miranda's deliciously-sweet lust. It was making her insane.
"I'm coming..." Miranda said all of a sudden, panting heavily.
"Look at me baby, I want to see you come." Andy curled her fingers deep inside of Miranda, feeling her slick walls grip around them.
"Dear God..." Miranda moaned feeling the waves of her powerful orgasm wash over her whole body. She tightened her hold on Andy's body, pulling her into her.
"Oh baby..." Andy kissed Miranda trying to muffle her own moan as she fell into her own explosive orgasm.
They stood there for a few moments, both feeling the last sensations of their love in a tight hug. Andy finally withdrew her fingers, licking each one of them free of Miranda's sweet come.
"I love the way you taste and smell on me." Andy said, smiling at her beautiful wife.
"And I love you." Miranda brushed her lips over Andy´s.
"I love you more." Andy declared as she put Miranda on her feet again, still kissing her with soft hunger.
A few minutes later, still trying to compose themselves, they heard a timid knock at the bathroom door.
"I'm so very sorry Mrs. Priestly but we need you and Mrs. Priestly to come back to your seats. We're about to start the descent to New York," the flight attendant announced from the other side of the door.
"Oh...my...God!" Miranda said glaring rapidly at Andy in total disbelief while Andy only smiled at her in total bliss.
Andy opened the door and quickly made her way out of the cramped bathroom, passing Nigel. Her face portraying nothing, as his portrayed a knowing look, it seemed to tell her: 'You totally just got laid'. Andy only winked at him before making her way to her seat. Thirty seconds later Miranda passed Nigel, looking as she had when she had entered the bathroom, perfect. Her forceful glare rapidly informing Nigel that if he made a sound, spoke a word she'd deal with him. Nigel sank back into his seat fearing the look that informed him perfectly, 'If you like your balls where they are, you know nothing'. Nigel closes his eyes immediately in submission, as always.
Andy was now sitting at the seat closest to the window, which made Miranda raise an eyebrow and caused Andy to laugh.
"Ah please..." Andy whined. "Just this once I want the seat by the window. C'mon sit. I want to be held, I'm spent." That same devilish smile reappears and Miranda will now know exactly what it means in the future. She'll also be looking forward to it.
"You are far too much, Andrea." Miranda shook her head sitting in Andy's previous seat and places the blankets over their laps.
Two minutes later, Andy and Miranda were absorbed in small talk that was common for them after making love. Andy's head is resting comfortably on Miranda's shoulder, when a terrified flight attendant came closer like she was about to announce the plane was crashing.
"I'm so very sorry again Mrs. Priestly, but I just found some kind of scarf in the toilet. I think it's yours." The woman said fidgeting.
Andy didn't lift her head to face the woman. She was trying desperately not to laugh her ass off while Miranda, without moving a muscle on her face or body at all, answered the woman with her zero below arctic voice.
"Do you think with those two brain cells of yours?" Miranda asked and the woman nodded 'Yes'. "Do you think that I will ever use a scarf that accidentally fell into the toilet?"
"Of course not Mrs. Priestly, I just wanted to inform you about what happen. I'm so sorry to bother you."
"Then please, go bore someone else with your questions." Miranda waved a dismissive hand at her.
The poor woman only looked at the closed exit door like she was about to fling it open and jump out to save her life from the infamous Miranda Priestly.
"Yes Mrs. Priestly, absolutely." The flight attendant quickly retreated while her limbs were still attached.
When the woman was gone, Andy couldn't hold her laughter in any longer and began to laugh until her eyes were tearing.
"See the things you get me get into?" Miranda said coolly, staring at Andy.
"Oh God..." Andy was trying to dry her eyes. "I'm sorry my love, but this is too funny!"
"Jesus, did you know that was a $700 hundred dollar scarf?"
"Miranda! You got that for free, like the other two billion—No. I'm sorry, zillions you have at home." Andy snapped back.
"True", Miranda chuckled, "but it's certainly a waste of a good scarf."
"Don't you think it was worth every penny?" Andy asked raising an eyebrow.
"Indeed it was." She smiled and leaned down to kiss Andy.
"Well..." Andy whispered closer to Miranda's ear. "Hermes scarf, 700 bucks…" She dropped a soft peck to her lips. "Two first class plane tickets three thousand bucks." Longer kiss. "Being able to fuck your wife senseless at twenty-thousand feet...priceless." she pulled Miranda into a heated kiss.
The End.