If there was something that Andrea Sachs had learnt to appreciate was the time she spent with her lover after their more intimate activities. The journalist had finally learnt why so many people were fond of post-sex cuddling. Not that she hadn't cuddled with her exes, but being with Runways' editor-in-chief was something that opened her eyes (and heart) to many new things.

Miranda had turned out to be a snuggler – something Andy still had trouble believing- and while she laid there, nuzzling into Andrea's neck, her warm breath ghosting over the tiny hairs at the end of her young lover's nape, the brunette had a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The editor was tucked into Andrea's left side, one leg thrown over the journalist's while a hand clutched tightly onto the brunette's right side. Miranda after a while slightly loosened her hold on her lover, but if Andrea so much as moved an inch she would quickly squeeze the flesh under her hand.

Not that Andrea stood completely still.

She was trailing lightly with her index finger the contours of the fashion maven's body, with particular regard for her left arm and hand. The journalist knew that Miranda often gave orders through her hands – As if any assistant could forget the dismissal flick- and that in their bedroom her fingers rarely stood still, both in the actual lovemaking as in touches meant to soothe and reassure. Miranda's hand were small in size, but perfectly proportioned and with slender fingers which were quite suited for ring-wearing as well as other activities enjoyed by both women.

After a while Andrea brought up her fingers to the editors neck, feeling the goose bumps erupt on the skin when she passed over it. She felt more than saw the shiver pass through Miranda's body, and a small smile graced her lips. The brunette then proceeded to move her hand to the editor's face, slowly tracing the left jaw and then circling the outer shell of her ear. Andy could feel Miranda's breath on her neck, and she was fairly sure that the faster exhalations were about to announce her lover's awakening.

However, as if with a mind of her own, she could not stop her digits from touching the white haired woman, tucking her silver forelock backwards in order to give her a clear view of the editor's closed eyes. She could see the eyelids moving and knew that in a few minutes she would be looking into the blue eyes of the love of her life.

She hadn't explicitly told Miranda yet that she was in love with her, but she hoped that the older woman understood what she was trying to express through their dinners, the flowers and the poems she composed. I want to find the right moment to tell her, not in the heat of passion: I want Miranda to know that I am in love with her, and will always be. She is best thing that's ever happened to me and I'll do everything in my power to see it continues this way.

Andrea had been delicately stroking the white hair on her shoulder, but once she came out of her musings she let her index slide down the patrician nose, and finally on those oh-so-delicate lips. Light pink but which could turn darker after an intense kissing session, thin but not for this incapable of giving the most pleasurable kisses, lips which filtered both biting words with soft promises of love. The journalist traced the upper one and suddenly found her finger falling in between the small space left by the exhalation which indicated Miranda was awake. Andy dragged her now slightly moist finger to the older woman's lower lip and then lifted her gaze to deep blue eyes, which in turn were glazed but fixated on her.

"Hey," Andrea whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Darling I'm fairly sure that there are less pleasurable ways of awakening," Miranda drawled, her left hand flexing and tightening on Andrea's hip.

Andy smiled and kissed the editor's nose, knowing this would cause the older woman to smile. She was not disappointed and Miranda sneaked her hand to the nape of her journalist's neck in order to pull her in for a kiss. Their lips joined together for a slow caress, not deep but enough to be imprinted into their memories.

"Indeed, I am sure this is becoming one of my favorite moments," Miranda said in a tone of voice that Andy could only identify as purring, "Waking up next to you, naked and satiated, sharing the same heat, Andréa I can think of very few things which could outdo it."

Andy grinned and asked "Oh really, and what would these things be?"

Miranda had baited Andrea, and was waiting for the opportunity to make her point. "Everything I do with you, to you, darling is marvelous but if I were to decide on my favorites I'd say the moment when we go to sleep, tucked together under the linen. Or when we spend a night with the twins watching a movie, enjoying each other's company. I will never tire of watching your face lit up by the flickering light of a candle during a romantic dinner. Darling what I really want you to understand is that all of my favorite a activities revolve around you, and the twins.. around my family."

Miranda's eyes had teared up during her speech and when she looked towards the journalist she saw that her face was marked by two parallel lines. She knew in that moment that Andréa was without any doubt the woman she wanted to spend her life with and she hoped the other woman felt the same way.

Andy had been floored by Miranda's revelation and knew that she was finally ready to admit to Miranda the depth of her feelings. She gently took the editor's face in her hands and turned her in order to be looking straight into the older woman's eyes. "I love you Miranda, so much that I'm probably not doing any justice to the immensity of my feelings. I want you to know that I'm in love with you, and that as long as you will want me by your side I will never waiver nor will I turn my back on you. I am yours and no one else, now and forever."

Both women were now crying from happiness, something Miranda had no idea she could do, and decided that the best way to express their feeling was to kiss. Their lips met in a deep embrace, locking together in what would resemble the tight hold they would have on each other for the rest of their lives.

Hey guys, I'm sorry for the long period of abstinence but I've suffered from wirters block. I hope you'll like this update and I'd love to know what you think of the ending, I had trouble wrapping it up.

As always, thanks and cheers :)