A/N: This prompt came from Facebook's DWP Mirandy Page. I have been trying to coax my muse out from her winter hibernation by feeding her a particular nutty chocolate bar. Anyway, the prompt I was given is as follows;

Andy catches Miranda having a Snickers and almost dies of shock.

Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. They are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.

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Chapter Twenty-Five:

Miranda searched the family room and kitchen before Moving down the corridor to Andy's bedroom. Opening the door, she spotted the brunette resting against the headboard, her eyes closed. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a camisole; her braided hair was damp from her shower.

"Close the door, Miranda," Andy stated. Her eyes blazed open, and they held anxiety.

Miranda closed the door softly and fired her questions as she stepped towards the bed. "My darling, what happened? Are you badly hurt? Can I get you anything?"

She perched on the side of the bed and searched those beautiful eyes as her hand came to rest on top of Andy's left one. Miranda's fingers settled against the warm, raised skin. Looking down, she pulled Andy's hand closer. The bandage was still on her left wrist, but her finger was bare. What she saw on her left hand, ring finger, left her speechless. She ran her thumb over the small tattoo, her eyes trailing the complex pattern of ink Andy had scorched into her skin.

Andy closed her eyes briefly and seeing the slight wince Miranda stopped her movements.

"I should have spoken to you about this, but once the idea was in my head, I couldn't seem to shake it," Andy admitted.

"Explain the symbolism," Miranda asked.

Andy shifted and pulled a ring box out of her bedside table and handed it to Miranda. "Open it." She stated. She watched anxiously as Miranda flipped open the box and gaped down into a silver knot ring, exact in design to the tattoo she now had.

Lifting the ring from the cushion Miranda saw the ring had an adjustable open band. "My darling, I..."

"Before you say anything, Miranda, I need to explain." Andy licked her lips. "This ring is antique, it has come down the generations on my Grams side, waiting for someone unique to wear it with pride. I had to go to the bank to pick up some paperwork so at the same time I picked the ring up from my safe deposit box. It was cleaned and polished after I had the tattoo. I wanted to give it to you, hoping you would cherish it as my ancestor did, as a gesture of my love. It's only silver, and you deserve to be decked in the most precious of jewels, but..."

"Andréa, I do not deserve such a gesture." The gesture stunned Miranda.

"Yes, you do," Andy stated firmly. "The ring is one of a kind, like you. The only way to match the unique symbolisation, of the unending love I hold for you, was to have the design engraved into my skin." Andy shook her head. "If you look closely, there are two intertwined Celtic knots, this involves many intertwining loops that have no beginning or end, and in the form of a ring that embodies eternal love."

Miranda handed the ring to Andy and smiled at her as she held her left hand out. "It is beautiful, like you. How old is it?"

Andy placed the ring onto Miranda's ring finger, adjusting it so it sat perfectly. "It was made in 1843, by my great-great-great-grandfather, Lorcan O'Shea. He'd travelled to America from Ireland hoping to make a better life for himself as a metalsmith. Lorcan landed in New York and travelled all across the country, searching for a place to settle. He found that in a small city on the banks of the Ohio River. One hot July day in 1842, he watched as the Wyandot tribe boarded a steamboat here in Cincinnati heading West towards Kansas. He caught the dark eyes of a young woman, she was sobbing because of the forced removal from the lands generations of her tribe had farmed and hunted. It was love at first sight and he vowed on everything he had he would find her and return her to her home. Four years later they arrived back onto Ohio soil, married and with a baby." Andy smiled softly. "They were together the rest of their lives, it was only death that separated them."

"Wow." Miranda exhaled. The story and the depth of emotion behind the gesture left her speechless. "And your wrist?" She queried.

Andy removed the wrapped gauze and twisted her hand slightly, showing Miranda the M in bold script on the inside her left wrist. "The possibility I would change my mind, about this, about you, worried The twins. I wanted the world to know this is for keeps."

"You had my initial tattooed onto you?" Miranda shook her head. "Did it hurt?"

"Oh God, the finger tattoo was the worst pain I've ever encountered." Andy grinned. "It will be a constant reminder that no matter what pain I go through, our love and life together is worth it. The wrist was uncomfortable but manageable."

Miranda leaned up and caught Andy's lips in a searing kiss. "You brave...foolish..." Miranda continued to kiss her. "... romantic woman." She pulled back. "No-one has ever done such a thing for me."

"I will only ever have one more tattoo, sweetheart. I thought once the baby was born, and a name decided on, I would have one for our three children." Andy grinned as Miranda gasped.

"Three?" Miranda caught her eyes. "You would do that for my Bobbsey's."

"I will never treat them as anything but my own, Miranda. There will be no difference between them and the child to come. They will all be children of my heart." Andy wanted to reassure her. "I adore the twins. I want to watch them grow up to be just like their beautiful mother."

Miranda settled into the circle of Andy's arms, her head resting against Andy's chest. The steady rhythm of her strong heartbeat soothed her. "You will, I am certain of that more than I have been certain of anything before," Miranda whispered.

"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" Andy asked, slightly nervous. "I thought we could continue to have the occasional date, and this one could be a celebration of sorts."

"Mm, yes. That sounds quite acceptable." Miranda lifted her head and looked up into Andy's face. "Now, where did you have planned?"

"I thought you may enjoy a Big Mac." Andy's laughter was boisterous when Miranda prodded a finger into her stomach.

"You are incorrigible, my Andréa." Miranda couldn't help her own laughter. "The very idea."

"Alternate to that, I thought the Montgomery Inn for their Barbecue Ribs or LaRosa's Pizza. We did Italian the other day though so ribs it is."

"Ribs?" Miranda queried, aghast. The thought of tearing strips of sticky meat from the bone with her hands and teeth was not something she found appealing.

Andy chuckled. "Nah, I dropped a certain name and got us a reservation at JeanRo Bistro. It's classic French. I hope that's suitable."

"You are a tease, my darling." Miranda glanced up and saw Andy wore a soft smile. "What are you thinking?"

"How much things have changed in such a short space of time. It feels like I am on a rollercoaster ride, but right now, I don't want it to ever end." Andy whispered. "I need you to know I will understand if you cannot wear the ring, Miranda. People will notice it when we go home and..."

"I will never take it off. I do not care what the rest of the world says." Miranda interrupted Andy. "Is this why you told the twins to check their cell?"

"I promised they could see what I had planned. I received a thumbs up off Cassidy. Caroline sent me a smiley face and told me good luck. I have one more photo to send them." Pulling her new cell out she laid her left hand on an angle on top of Miranda's and snapped a photo, it showcased both their rings. Scrolling through her contacts she sent it off to the twins and smiled. "There, now they know for certain this is for keeps."

"God, you will be my undoing." Tears fell from Miranda's blue eye eyes as she snuggled further into Andy's arms.

Andy brushed her lips on the top of Miranda's head. "I love you, Miranda. I will show you every day."

"I love you too, and I will always endeavour to do the same." Miranda closed her eyes and let her happy tears fall.

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They spent the afternoon talking about Andy's trip to the bank. What Miranda hadn't known was that the paperwork Richard Sachs had left with Jay about her trust had been handed to her and she'd needed to sign off on some paperwork to transfer the funds. There was now almost half a million dollars now sat in her bank account, with more to come from another trust Richard had set up for his children when he found out Beth was pregnant.

Readying themselves for dinner. Miranda wore one of her Donna Karan jersey dresses, in a deep plum. Andy wore black Boot-Cut dress pants and an emerald green silk shirt. Miranda called for the driver Emily had hired, not wanting either of them to have to drive.

JeanRo Bistro left Miranda pleasantly surprised. The atmosphere of the restaurant was divine and the dining room is bright and cheerful. She appeared at home surrounded by colourful images of French tradition and pop culture. When they walked in, the concierge greeted them effusively and led to a quiet candlelit table. The service was excellent with their server acting efficiently to bring their menus and wine.

Miranda watched as Andy scanned the menu and ordered, biting her lip as she changed her mind three or four times before settling on butternut squash and sage ravioli with Manchego for her appetiser and braised lamb shank with herb potato gnocchi and a red pepper confit. Miranda ordered an assortment of crudites and Coq Au Vin.

She remained relaxed and happy knowing she would have an acceptable meal, the restaurant offered Parisian-style dining, with a menu that was simple and elegant. She knew Andy would provide the exquisite company.

The food, when it arrived, was indulgent and rich and they were both pleased with the choices she had made. They spoke easily over the candlelight, learning more about each other and discussing their hopes for the future.

"Do you hope for a boy or a girl?" Andy asked curiously.

"I do not know what I would do with a boy, they are so unruly," Miranda smirked when Andy chuckled. "It would be wonderful to have another beautiful little girl. However, as long as the child is happy and healthy, I will be infinitely blessed. How about you?"

"I don't mind. I told myself years ago that this was an impossibility. I'm just grateful to have this chance." Andy flushed when Miranda's hand clasped hers across the table.

"I sense more behind your answer, my darling," Miranda stated.

"My entire world has changed since that day on the roof. Scratch that, my life changed the moment I saw you eating my Snickers bar." Andy grinned. "I...well...I never expected this...you."

"Mm, yes. I remember that night with fondness, the first time anyone at Runway has caught me indulging in one of my many guilty pleasures." Miranda smiled. "As you may have worked out since, I have quite a few."

"I look forward to finding out what others you have, other than chocolate, a 15-year-old scotch and obscure movie quotes." Andy chuckled.

"And I saw first hand this morning, just how much you love musicals?" Miranda pushed her plate to one side, finished with her main. "You seemed so happy in that moment."

"I told you, and I planned to take you to Les Mis." Andy blushed even brighter.

"We shall go to the theatre when we return home. If you still wish to see Les Mis I will organise it." Miranda promised.

"That would be awesome." Andy sat back. "You told me you like bad puns, yet I've not yet heard you utter a single one."

"I have been waiting for the right moment. I'll hit you with one when you least expect it, much like those pickup lines." Miranda stated as their server whisked their plates away.

As the server cleared the plates, the chef, Jean-Robert de Cavel, made an appearance, bringing them a complementary Crème caramel and Chocolate Mousse. He asked them their opinion of the food and restaurant and smiled happily when Miranda proclaimed everything had been satisfactory. He left them to their dessert and wine, happy to realise the Queen of New York Fashion had not been disappointed.

Miranda caught her eye. "I think I can better the pickup line than the one from last night."

"Go on." Andy coaxed, picking up her glass of wine and sipping. "You know just how much I love them."

Miranda leaned forward, whispering. "If only I were that wine you are drinking because then I would already be inside you."

Andy tried to swallow her wine as laughter erupted at the words. The wine slipped down the wrong hole causing her to cough. Covering her mouth, she coughed and laughed, until tears streamed down her face. She continued to sputter. Breathless from the laughter, she got herself under control and wiped her eyes. "I can't believe you said that." Andy husked, still giggling.

Miranda arched her eyebrow and smirked. "Yes, well, I like to keep you on your toes." Pulling the Chocolate Mousse towards her, she dipped her spoon into the decadent dessert and swirled her tongue around the spoon, her eyes falling closed as she hummed. Eyes blazing open, Miranda pulled the spoon from between her lips and dipped it back into the mousse. Holding the spoon out she watched as Andy's lips encircled the cutlery.

Andy's moan of delight had Miranda's eyes widening. "Oh my God, that's delicious. Here try this." Andy held out a spoon of the Crème caramel out to the editor and grinned as she tasted the treat, licking her lips at the sweetness. "I'll swap you."

"Not a chance," Miranda smirked and caught Andy's eyes as she pouted adorably. "Oh, Lord. Here." Miranda pushed her chocolate mousse across the table, causing the brunette to smile happily. "Those bloody eyes of yours will get me every time."

"Good to know." Andy giggled. "Did you realise you sound very British when you cuss?" She dug into the mousse with a happy smile. Catching Miranda's eyes, she whispered. "I am always happy to compromise, so I promise not use my charms just to get my way." She pushed the dessert back towards the editor. "We'll share."

"Acceptable." Miranda smiled as they continued to share their desserts and idle conversation.

As Miranda made to pick up her cell and call the driver, Andy's hand covered hers. She looked up and saw her glancing at her nervously. "What is it, my darling?"

"Um, if you are amenable I thought we could continue the celebration, somewhere more private." Andy blushed.

Miranda focussed on the woman opposite. "What did you have in mind?"

"Let me get the bill and I'll show you." Andy grinned as Miranda nodded.

Miranda watched as Andy gestured for the bill and their server rushed over. She slid her card into the billfold, signing her name quickly before standing and holding her hand out to her. Miranda looked up and took her hand, entwining their fingers easily, amazed at how well they fit together. "I'm in your accomplished hands, Andréa."

Andy led the editor from the restaurant, giving a happy smile to the concierge. "It's just a small walk." Miranda nodded and hand in hand they strolled down Vine Street and into the foyer of the Cincinnatian. Andy glanced at the woman, suddenly nervous and received a hand squeeze and a small smile.

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Full of nervous energy, and with her mind operating at a mile a minute, Miranda considered all the ways she wanted to please the young woman. As the elevator travelled to the Presidential suite, she turned to face the brunette. "You planned this, all this afternoon?" Miranda queried.

Andy expelled a deep breath, letting go of her anxiety, Miranda seemed satisfied by this surprise. "I thought we could have a night full of great food, good wine and, best of all, awesome sex." Miranda laughed causing Andy to blush and grin ruefully. "Wow, that sounded so much better in my head." She swiped the key card for their room and ushered Miranda ahead of her.

Miranda glanced around and nodded. "This is an acceptable room." Her lips quirked as Andy rolled her eyes. Stepping further into the room, it surprised Miranda when Andy grasped her hand and she spun into the circle of her arms.

Andy stepped closer and bend her head to catch Miranda's lips with her own. They locked their lips in a long passionate kiss that seemed to make time stand still.

Holding each other tightly, Miranda used the tip of her tongue to trace the line of Andy's mouth before allowing it to slip past Andy's parted lips. Their tongues danced, rolling over each other and exploring.

Andy's hands wandered across Miranda's back, finally stopping at her ass and pulling her body against her. Breathless, Andy broke the kiss. "Woah! I think I forgot what it felt like to be kissed by you."

"Well, we can't be having that. I shall strive not to have you wait so long, my darling." Miranda smiled. "Now, should we explore this large suite?"

Andy's smile widened. "Go on, now I have that kiss out of the way I'll be fine for a few minutes, and there's plenty to see."

Miranda arched her eyebrow and moved away. She loved the room, with its cream walls and deep blue upholstery, the room was classic and timeless. In one corner stood a black lacquered Baby Grand piano. Moving from the main sitting area she stepped into one bedroom. It was an adequate space., but it was obviously the second bedroom, only holding a queen sized bed. The bathroom was also suitable. Moving to the master suite, she gasped.

There were candles placed strategically lending a romantic edge to the room, the glow of the flames dancing sensuously as the scent of sandalwood perfumed the air. She grinned, there were no tacky red roses strewn across the mattress from her imaginative brunette, instead there were purple and white orchids. Looking at the bed, she knew the 100% Egyptian cotton sheets would feel good under their skin. Stepping further into the room she spotted the colourful flower arrangement on the bedside table, alongside a bag holding two small rectangular boxes. Glancing in the bag, she pulled the contents out and saw one box contained a lubricant and the other massage oil.

Stripping quickly, Miranda laid her wrap dress across an elegant chaise. She debated whether to keep her underwear on. Shaking her head, she removed her panties and bra and settled in the centre of the bed. "Andréa, my darling." She called, her voice a little breathless. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

She heard the brunette padding towards her on bare feet and smiled when the steps faltered. Letting her eyes blaze open, Miranda saw Andy hesitating in the doorway, two glasses of champagne in her hands. Crooking her finger, Miranda gestured for her to come closer. She heard Andy's shuddering breath as she stepped further into the room, her eyes blazing a trail over Miranda.

"You really have been busy, my darling." It amazed Miranda at how much thought and detail had gone into the evening.

"Um...well...uh..." Andy struggled to form coherent words. Miranda followed as she looked at her hands and noticed the glasses shaking.

Inching forward on her knees, Miranda looked up into Andy's eyes. "Will you join me?"

Andy moved quickly to set their drinks down and looked at Miranda. "Oh God, you blow my mind." She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse in her haste and grew frustrated.

Miranda slid off the bed and placed her hands on top of Andy's, halting the movements before cupping her face. "There is no rush, my beautiful Andréa." She caressed Andy's cheek lightly and looked into her deep brown eyes. Standing in tiptoes, she kissed Andy, who responded with a softness and tenderness she'd never experienced before.

Despite the gentleness, the kiss was charged, igniting every nerve in Miranda's body and causing her to whisper Andy's name as she unbuttoned the blouse and remove her bra. She pulled the woman onto the bed on top of her.

The kisses turned deeper and more passionate and their hands reacquainted themselves with each other's bodies.

Miranda arched as Andy's hands were drawn to her breasts. Andy squeezed lightly before rolling the nipples between her fingers. The moan that escaped from her was unlike anything she had uttered before as jolts of desire coursed through her with each light tug.

Andy knew Miranda was enjoying the attention but drew back slightly. "I meant to start by providing you with a massage." She whispered as she adjusted and kissed the sensitive spot behind Miranda's ear. She continued to apply butterfly kisses, creeping down to Miranda's chest and refocusing in her breasts. "Would you like me to give you a massage?"

Miranda nodded eagerly, unable to form a cohesive response.

Andy moved off the bed gracefully and moved to the bathroom. When she returned, she wore only her panties, having removed her trousers, and she carried a large towel. She gestured for Miranda to move and laid it down in the centre of the large bed.

Miranda rolled onto her front on top of the towel and looked over her shoulder at the woman, amazed by the light of love and desire in her eyes. The bed dipped beside her and she breathed in the scent of the massage oil, the soft perfume complementing the entire atmosphere.

There was something about the smell that left her relaxed yet expectant and the knowledge it would be Andy doing the pampering, heightened that feeling, her attentive hands roaming freely, working to unloose her tension. The thought was arousing.

"Sit up and get on to your back." Andy husked.

As Miranda complied, Andy sat against the headboard and patted the space between her thighs where she had laid a pillow. When Miranda rested her head, Andy's long fingers massaged her face and scalp.

"Mm wonderful," Miranda hummed. She was falling into a state of total relaxation. Her scalp and face were soothed and caressed in a manner she had never experienced. It was heavenly.

Lifting Miranda's head and moving to her side, but never taking her hands away, Andy gently eased her onto her front. She started the massage by gliding her warm hands over the skin of Miranda's back and shoulders, offering the lightest of touches.

Miranda shuddered and sensed the light goosebumps forming before the warm oil Andy poured down the entire length of her spine heated her skin. Andy straddled her butt and a shock wave of pleasure ran through her as Andy's hands spread the oil across her skin.

Time passed with Andy focussing on the tight knots of her shoulders and back. Miranda could feel her hot breath against her neck as she kneaded the flesh. Slow, long strokes moved down her back, and she groaned. The weight of the brunette shifted as she moved to kneel across her knees.

Firm strokes were applied over Miranda's butt, then over her thighs. Gliding upwards, strong hands stroked along the skin of her inner thighs, in an upward motion, until Miranda thought they would touch her intimately. They came close before they swept outward and upward back over her buttocks.

Andy repeated these movements teasingly as Miranda squirmed under her touch. "Turn over, I will do your front now."

Miranda spun around when Andy raised herself slightly. Andy could see she was flushed, her eyes were dark and she could sense the older woman was aroused. Inching up slightly, Andys knees came to rest against Miranda's hips and she settled in to continue. Placing more oil in the palms of her hands, Andy caressed, in long strokes, down Miranda's neck and over her shoulders.

Miranda relaxed into the gentle touch, humming slightly. Andy smiled down at her as her fingers and palms enveloped her shoulders and sides of her neck, down towards her breasts. She trailed her hands over Miranda's breasts and welcomed the low moan as her slick hands cupped them, stroking over her nipples with her thumbs.

Miranda shifted and Andy fell forward, meeting Miranda's centre with her own. Only removing her hands from Miranda's breasts and placing them at the side of her head stopped the full collapse.

Andy chuckled. "If you wanted me closer, you only had to say," Andy whispered, grinding herself against the naked woman below her. "But I aim to finish what I started."

Miranda whined when Andy slid down again, but her hands moved lower, trailing over her ribs and stomach tantalisingly. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Looking into Andy's face, once again time stood still, and she knew whatever connection they had built was complete. She'd never found such safety or comfort in another person and all she wanted to do was raise herself and kiss those enticing lips that tilted up in the most serenely beautiful smile.

The sensations stunned Miranda as Andy massaged her hips and thighs. She was wet and aching for more but did not wish to break the spell the brunette had cast upon her. She was putty in Andy's hands.

Andy's strong hands, swept up over Miranda's groin and she bent both knees. She gasped when Andy's index finger slipped between her lips. Her finger moved lightly Miranda arched into the touch seeking further contact. Andy continued to finger her gently, eyes fixed upon each other.

Miranda didn't realise she was inching upwards until their lips met. Andy's tongue sought hers as she thrust firmly into her with two fingers. She heard herself call out loudly, and her legs parted and wrapped themselves around Andy, inviting the young woman closer.

Andy's fingers continued to move as she broke the kiss and moved down, nipping and teasing her nipples. Her thumb caressed her clit.

Miranda's hands held Andy's head, urging her to keep on doing what she was doing.

"Mm, so sensitive." Miranda gasped, as Andy bit down gently on one of her nipples. The nips and bites sent a bolt of lightning through her body straight to her clit. "Aaandréééah" Miranda shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her.

Drawing away, Andy removed her own panties before moving back up and stretching out alongside Miranda,

Miranda turned slightly, catching lips with her own and pulling Andy closer. She spun them, hovering hesitantly over Andy as she looked into her eyes, stunned by the force of her love. "You are perfect, and I love you with all of my heart."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Andy's voice was quiet.

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Moving down, Miranda's hands slipped beneath Andy's thighs and as her tongue coasted between Andy's lips. As Miranda licked her clit, Andy stiffened as Miranda's fingers slipping down between them to tease her. Miranda observed the warm hand when it encompassed her own and looked up into eyes that held uncertainty.

Andy shook her head. "I want to Miranda, but I don't think...I can't, not right now." She admitted.

Miranda stalled at the pain in Andy's voice, stopping her ministrations she rested her head against Andy's stomach and the other woman's fingers scratched lightly against her scalp.

As they lay in silence, her agitation increased as she thought Andy was having second thoughts. "I thought...well, we managed the other night, and..." She licked her lips and spoke her biggest fear. "Have we already reached the point where you cannot bear my touch?"

"No, sweetheart. Never!" Andy pulled Miranda up and held her tightly against her chest, tucking her head in the crook of her neck. "I love touching you and being touched by you. But I am concerned my body will not respond the way it should." Andy faltered. "I did not...you...I am scared this will be the moment you realise this isn't worth it."

Miranda grew angry, she couldn't believe Andy thought she would be so inconsiderate. Making to move she was held onto tightly. "Please, Miranda. Don't leave me. Please let me explain."

Miranda nodded. "Go ahead."

"It's just, in our haste the other day, I forgot my pills." Andy blushed.

"You mentioned HRT and your vitamins." Miranda snuggled.

"It's really the contraceptive pill. It's a little more important now than it was before they diagnosed me. I could take a hormone replacement pill instead of birth control, but my doctor would have to readjust my hormone levels often and some carry a high risk of developing Alzheimer's and dementia. Taking birth control every day keeps my hormone levels even, but if I accidentally skip my body lets me know." Andy swallowed back her tears. "It sometimes manifests in a migraine or hot flushes. The hot flushes are the worst, it's like there are flames inside you, and nothing you do can douse them."

"Oh Lord, I have that joy to look forward to." Miranda looked up. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. But missing my pills also plays a role in my sex drive. My pills help but sex can still be painful without lube." Andy waved her hand towards the small bottle Miranda had placed on the bedside table. "I desire you, I do. But after everything, I worry. You deserve someone who can provide you with all you need, someone who has a normal sex drive."

"But I want no one else, my darling. It has been you, for so long. Please, I would never dismiss your feelings about this, but I need you to trust me. Just be honest with me." Miranda's voice held a note of pleading.

"Can we take our time?" Andy whispered.

"Always." Miranda leaned up on her elbow before spinning them so Andy was on top of her. "I have an idea." She pushed Andy into an upright position and entwined their fingers. Leaning up, she whispered. "I want you to sit on my face, there will be no penetration unless you state otherwise." She caught Andy's eyes and saw the blush rising along her neck and cheeks. "And as much as I want to be inside you, I prefer you to be comfortable and pain-free. Okay?"

Andy nodded and Mirada lay down as Andy clambered up, her legs astride her face, her hands still entwined with Miranda's. Andy lowered herself, as Miranda's mouth, tongue and lips teased her opening. Her desire grew as Miranda lapped gently. Andy rocked causing Miranda's nose to tease her clit as she moved. She moaned and her movement became more frenzied.

Letting go of Andy's hands, Miranda moved her own, holding Andy in place firmly by the hips.

Andy experienced an electrical tingle as Miranda's tongue slithered languidly from perineum to clit. The waves of pleasure coursed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Using her tongue, Miranda sucked Andy's clit, moving back the hood and focussing on the raw nerve endings. Andys knees shook as breathy moans tore from her throat. "Oh...God, yes!" Andy moaned. Miranda swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip causing Andy to cry out. "More, please."

Miranda ceased her movements and tapped Andy's ass. Andy took the hint and moved once again, lying alongside the older woman. Miranda took the lube and squeezed the cold liquid onto her fingers. Catching Andy's eyes she gave her a small smile. "If you are sure, my love."

Miranda manoeuvred them so Andy was on her back. Sliding down she added more lube and spread it around, massaging her entrance. Andy moaned as Miranda swirled two of her elegant fingers against her before entering her deeply. Slowly she thrust as she sucked at her clit.

Miranda located Andy's g-spot quickly, overwhelming the brunette, but she continued to build the pleasure slowly, paying close attention to her breathing. Andy moved her hips trying to pull her in deeper but each time she sensed Andy was getting close to climaxing, she backed off. Miranda wanted Andy to experience an earth-shattering orgasm and ease her concerns. As Andy's pussy squeezed hard against her fingers, she continued to thrust with slow, assured strokes.

"Oh, fuck...pleeease." Andy cried.

Miranda slowed down but didn't stop, spurred on by Andy's loud moans each time she thrust her fingers inside, curling them expertly to hit that spot that would send her flying over the edge.

Finally, Miranda bit down gently on Andy's clit, pushing her over the edge. She came hard, bucking her hips, as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

"Oh, sweet God!" Miranda muttered as Andy bucked against her. She stilled her fingers as Andy panted, unable to find words as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

The small yet potent aftershocks continued to assault her, causing Andy to whimper. Her walls convulsing around Miranda's fingers.

Miranda looked down at her, her eyes holding all the love she felt for the woman. "You sound absolutely breath-taking when you come," Miranda whispered, removing her fingers gently. A small, smug smile lit up her face.

"It was...it was...wow!" Andy was incoherent.

Miranda lay beside her, kissing her softly. "Rest a while, my darling. I will fix us a bath when you are ready."

"How did you...oh, God," Andy whispered. "You realise you have ruined me for anyone else."

"There is no chance of me ever letting you go, my Andréa." Miranda looked up at her. "No one will ever take you from me, I will not allow it."

"No one could even compare, my love," Andy stated, pleased by Miranda's sweet smile. Her eyes fell closed as she ran her fingers over the ring on Miranda's left hand and knew she would do anything to keep the older woman happy in their relationship.

Miranda reached up and snared Andy's lips with her own in a chaste kiss. "I suppose when I proposed to you, you found it very engaging,? Miranda smirked as Andy's eyes blazed open. The pun worked its magic and Andy laughed loudly and pulled her closer.

Andy's smile was blinding. "Life without you would be like a broken pencil…pointless."

Miranda prodded her in her stomach again, her laughter erupting loudly. Getting herself under control, Miranda cupped her face. "You are my greatest guilty pleasure, Andréa. I could no more give you up than I could give up chocolate or a good scotch."

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Note:

So this is it...the end!
Thanks for sticking by me through this. Hopefully, we'll see more of this verse in the future, but right now this story is done.