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Part 19

Miranda opened her eyes as she lay curled in the warm embrace of holding Andrea, staring out into the blackness of the room as it was hours before the morning sun was yet to rise. She slipped her eyes back shut, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the heat of this body and drown herself in her smell. Just as she felt that she was drifting closer to the edge of sleep she felt Andrea stir.

She sensed the other woman stiffen in her arms and then heard her deeply inhale. Miranda couldn't help open her eyes as soon as she felt Andrea inch away from her. In the darkness of the room, she could barely make out that Andrea had slipped out of the bed and her heart dropped into her stomach and shattered into a million pieces as she watched her quietly scamper around, searching the room for her clothes.

She bit on her bottom lip, trying desperately to ignore the pain she was feeling. She's leaving me. Unable to take it another second she leaned up and narrowed in on the image of Andrea moving around her room. "What are you doing?"

Startled, Andy pressed a hand to her chest. Caught she slowly closed her eyes, trying to keep her breathing even. She awoke to find Miranda's arms around her and knew deep down that it was only a matter of time before she woke up and kicked her out of her bed and her home. Not wanting to go through that again, she decided she would sneak out to avoid having to face her when morning came. There was no way she was going to stick around and get her hopes up. She couldn't risk having her heart more broken then it already was.

"I just…." Andy stammered. "I just thought it would be better this way."

"And why would you think that?" Miranda clipped, her voice poignant and raw.

She heard Andy deeply sigh from clear across the room. "This way, you don't have to …" she swallowed. Her feelings were getting the better of her and so she inhaled a large emotional breath before she started to cry.

"To what… Andrea? You think I will tell you to leave?"

Moments ticked by, and Miranda could barely see Andrea nod. She did this; she put that fear in Andrea's heart. She felt the lonely tear streak down her cheek and rubbed it away as she threw the covers back. "Get back into this bed, Andrea." Her voice was firm, and it held no room for negotiations, yet Andy still hadn't moved, "I mean it," she finally added.

Andy ignored the tears that clouded her eyes and then slowly began to quietly fall. "Um….I…" she sniffed.

"Please," Miranda went with, her tone softening.

Andrea gritted her teeth at hearing that fucking word and her chest heaved in a relentless sigh. "Fine," she huffed, giving in. "But first I need to pee." She heard Miranda groan as she flopped back on the mattress, and it elevated the worry in Andy's heart somewhat as she quickly raced to the bathroom.

Seconds later Andy was now back into the master bedroom, her arms around her middle as she shivered to ward off the chill in the room. Miranda must have heard her chattering teeth as soon as she opened the bathroom's door, and once again pulled down the duvet so Andy could get back into the bed.

"What are you doing?" Miranda asked as she watched Andy slip into the bed, but kept on the other side of it…well away from her.

"Trying to warm up," she shuddered.

"I see that." Miranda wanted groan again, but she knew that this was on her, so she shook her head and inched herself closer to the other woman. Once there her warm skin touched the younger woman's and she felt Andrea's slight intake of breath, and then another as she wormed her arms around her chilled body, wrapping herself around her. "Let me warm you up, Darling," she whispered against the shell of her ear, and then deposited a kiss to it.

"You don't have to," Andy said in a shivering voice. "I just can't believe how cold your room is; and it is summer."

"I have an excellent cooling system….and let me remind you that you are very naked." She placed another kiss to the side of Andrea's face, and then ran a hand down the length of her body in an attempt to warm her up. "And you not wanting me to hold you, or take care of you….that hurts."

Andrea closed her eyes, not wanting to cause Miranda pain. Shaking her head, she tried to ignore the way Miranda's warm smooth body that incased her own was making her feel, besides just warming her up. "I didn't mean it to hurt you….I just… I don't want you to feel as if you have to."

"Don't make it like that, like it's a job. Don't you know by now how much I care for you?" She rested her forehead against her shoulder, reaffirming her hold on the younger woman.

Andrea suddenly felt her throat close and her heart throbbed with the rawness she heard from the older woman's voice. "Miranda, you don't have…"

Miranda didn't want to hear any of it so she cut her off. "Andrea." Her tone was firm, however the younger woman could hear the emotions behind it. "I've come too far to lose you now."

That got Andy's attention, and she turned slightly in Miranda's arms so she could try to look her in the eyes, but the room was too dark, so instead she slipped her lips over the older woman's. Miranda drew back and Andy could feel her breath deepen. "Hey, what's wrong? I didn't leave; I'm here."

"I have never felt so much before."

Relief washed over Andy and she couldn't help but smile as she dipped her head and lightly kissed her again. "Neither have I," she admitted against soft lips.

Andrea felt Miranda's arms tighten around her, and also felt her chest rising and failing rapidly, and she unexpectedly felt nervous. So she naturally placed a hand to Miranda's cheek with concern. "What is it?"

"I love you," Miranda said breathlessly. "I have for the longest time."

Andy's eyes went wide and her heart caught at the intensity of the words. They were not said lightly… ever from this woman… you knew when she said something this big she meant it. It was the truth and it blazed through her, making her heart hammer away in her chest as it circled around her own emotions, driving away the fear and apprehension and tearing away the last barrier between them.

"Miranda, I love you, too. So so much," Andrea sobbed, finally getting to tell this woman what had been in her heart for the longest time.

"God," Miranda exhaled in a throaty whisper of reprieve, then blew out the anxious breath she was holding and smiled as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. "Now that we have gotten that out of the way, you will not go."

So many emotions flooded through the brunette that she felt herself cling to the other woman, nodding her head against her. Miranda held her back for a few moments, and then lips found mouths and they kissed delicately, a slow melting into each other before drawing back to look into each other's eyes.

"Again, is this real? Or am I dreaming?" Andy asked, feeling the intensity of her feelings begin to close off her throat.

"We better not be dreaming," Miranda quipped assuredly, and kissed her again to drive her point across.

Their desire was sharp, rising hotly, but required little to satisfy it, and Andrea shifted slightly so that she could touch Miranda while she kept kissing her. She could feel the older woman's leg come up and rest on her thigh, opening herself up more for her. "Love me, Andrea," she requested firmly, her tone thick with desire.

Andy wanted to roll her eyes into the back of her head at hearing that request, and she moaned as a need to have this woman again scorched through her. A need to once again remind her that this is real and Miranda Priestly actually loved her back. She kissed this woman in her arms delicately, driving her mad with her skilled tongue as her fingers danced over her moist intimate flesh. For the next hour they made love to each other until they both succumbed to their own exhaustion.

….

Morning came too soon, and Miranda quietly grumbled and growled as she crawled out of bed. She didn't want to leave their little warm love nest, something in which she never had or wanted with any of her husbands or past one night stands. This was the one time she wished she could stay in bed all morning, but she had things she needed to get done. She tried to be quiet as she slipped on her robe so she didn't wake her sleeping angel, but she stirred anyways.

"Miranda?"

The older woman shifted back to the bed, where she bent down and peeled Andrea's hair away from her face. "Darling, it is still early; go back to sleep."

Andy raised her head slightly so her sleepy eyes could adjust to look up at her. "I can get up, wait, why are you up?"

"The book," she said. "I didn't look at it last night." She pressed a kiss to the side of Andy's brow.

"Oh?" Andy let that sink in for a moment, and then squinted her eyes. "I can go, if…."

Miranda shook her head and shushed her. "Shhhhh, you are exhausted, I can see that. And no, I told you to go back to sleep."

Grinning at the authority used in Miranda's tone, one in which she had heard a lot over the time she had worked at Runway, but this time hearing it warmed her heart. Besides, she was too tired to argue, so Andy slumped back down against the mattress, wiggling against the sheets and snuggling down deeper. "Mmmm, kay….because your bed is way comfy."

Miranda slightly smirked, then kissed her bare shoulder blade this time. "I'm glad. Sweet dreams, Darling," she rasped, then quietly left the room.

…..

Hours later Andy's eyes finally opened. She lay there for long moments, stubbornly refusing to get up yet. Lying there in the sweet warmth of these ridiculously high thread count sheets was making it very hard. She finally sighed, stretched and rolled over, her eyes finally adjusting to the light that squeezed in through the closed shades in the windows.

Minutes passed and Andrea finally dared to look for something to tell her exactly what time it was. She leaned up on the bed and rubbed her face as she gazed around, smiling as she took in how beautiful and spacious the room was. The four-poster bed she was in was large and well off the floor. How did I not notice this last night? She scratched her head as she took in the elegant artwork hanging on the wall. Still half out of it from apparently sleeping so hard after Miranda had left, she rubbed at her eyes to try to help elevate what she was feeling. Lastly, her eyes landed on the time.

"Holy shit," she gasped, and pulled off the covers. She searched the floor for her clothes, but nothing was there. "Oh my fuck shit….now what?" She heaved a desperate breath and her eyes suddenly noticed Miranda's closet.

A mischievous smirk darkened her gaze as she moved toward it, since deep down she desperately wanted to see Miranda's closet. So strutting over to it like she owned the place, she opened the double doors to reveal a very, and she means very large room that was easily twice as big as her first apartment with Nate. "Whoa," she said as a low wolf whistle fell from her lips. "Hey it's only fair, she took my clothes." She grinned as she skimmed her fingers over a few silky shirts that hung by color and designer.

She halted quickly on a white Lafayette long sleeved button blouse she had remembered seeing Miranda wear while she worked there, and a slow devious smile filled her lips at how well she remembered this very shirt, and how it looked on the woman. Not only did it flatter Miranda's perfect figure, but that was one of the first times Andy really noticed how attracted she was to her former employer, or the fact she just found her down right fucking sexy, and it was the first time she realized she wanted her.

Moments later Andrea looked to the ceiling, at the bottom of the staircase, she hesitated, gathering her courage before she entered Miranda's study area. She knew she was there because that was where she had always went over the book, well she hoped to shit she was. Because if not, and well, if she wasn't alone this could turn out very badly. She told me the girls were with their father.

Quietly blowing out her breath, she shook the nerves in her hands away, and pulled out her acting experience. Softly padding barefoot on the cool tile, she sauntered toward Miranda's desk. She spotted her now dressed in a simple silk cerulean bottom up shirt and white Akris Capri's. Her glasses were hanging off of her nose as she scribbled on the post its and stuck them in the book. Fuck she is so sexy…she's working from home, and she still has it going on.

She was so quiet that Miranda hadn't noticed her until she was only a foot away standing on the other side of her desk, just like the evening when she told her that she wanted her to go to Paris instead of Emily.

She stood still and her gaze penetrated the editor, and it took only a second before Miranda slowly removed her eyes from the book and gradually lifted them all the way up from Andrea's bare thighs to her brown eyes. A leisurely smirk spread across Miranda's lips as they gazed at each other. "I see that you finally decided to get out of bed." She then narrowed in on the white crisp blouse, and Andy couldn't determine what Miranda was thinking as she examined her. "Hmmm….and I see that you managed to find something to wear," she managed to say, without breaking her impassive serious face.

"I did," Andy said with a sly smile, but couldn't tear her eyes away from Miranda's. There was a softness there she hadn't seen before and it grabbed at her heart, causing a stir down below. "You know, I missed you when I woke, and the funny thing was I seemed to misplace my dress. You wouldn't happen to know where it has gone."

Miranda leaned back in her chair and removed her eyeglasses. "I hung it up; a Marc Jacobs like that shouldn't be on the floor." She playfully batted her eyelashes.

Andy kept her face stoic. "Huh, I didn't find it in your closet, nor did I find my underwear or bra."

That got Miranda's attention and Andy noticed the slight dip in her head as if she was trying to see if Andy was fibbing her. "Don't believe me?" Andy smiled sexily and then moved from behind the desk, and right away she noticed the visible hard swallow in Miranda's neck. "See," she said, as a corner of her lip flared in delight once Miranda's eyes traveled up the expanse of Andy's bare legs once again, and now her eyes burned with fire and longing.

Her chest rose and she exhaled harshly. "Come here," Miranda beckoned and she got more than she asked for as Andrea stepped forward and in one smooth motion she straddled Miranda's lap on the office chair.

She knew she frazzled Miranda not only by the look on her face, but by how she frantically drew in her next breath. "You my dear, are going to be the death me," she said with appreciation. She skimmed her hands over her thighs, then up to the buttons on her shirt. "By the way, I believe that this…" She toyed with the collar, and then her fingers dip inside and lightly dusted over Andrea's cleavage. "Looks better on you."

"Oh really? And I seriously doubt that. I remember this shirt well, and how it kept me distracted all day." She raised an eyebrow, and then slowly licked her lips. "I hope that I am not disturbing you or distracting you with me wearing it; should I could go?" she teased, and pouted playfully.

"No," Miranda drawled with a low playful tone, and moved in and claimed her lips in a soft kiss. "Are you hungry, Darling?"

"Famished," Andy breathed. Her fingers played with the short hairs on the back of Miranda's neck, and instantly she felt the woman beneath her get the chills.

The older woman sighed and then patted her thighs, a nonverbal suggestion for to get up. "Let me make us something to eat."

Andy only smirked and slowly shook her head. "I have a better idea," she voiced, and then started to unbutton Miranda's shirt; she was just too damn sexy to ignore this opportunity.

"Andrea," Miranda protested, but made no effort to stop what Andy was doing. Even after their night of passion, she still burned with want, and it didn't help seeing Andrea wearing nothing but her shirt. She bent her head and began to place kisses to the side of the younger woman's neck when her phone started to ring.

Groaning in irritation, Miranda frowned. "I'm sorry, Darling, I really need to take this."

Andy wanted to be annoyed, but she knew what it was going to be like being involved with this woman. "Okay," she said, trying not to frown in disappointment as she stood up and watched Miranda take the call. She watched her bark a few orders and then wondered what she should do when Miranda pulled the phone from her ear.

"Upstairs on my vanity, I had Emily bring you some clothes over. Make yourself at home. I am sorry, the book is a mess and I really have no idea how long this will be."

Andy sighed and recognized that look on Miranda's face so she nodded, she about turned to leave, but before she did she twisted back and placed a soft kiss to Miranda's lips. "It's okay, I understand." She winked at her, and then skittered away, running back up the stairs to find what Emily had left her.