Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. I apologize for not having update posted last week. My beta was swamped and was unable to get it ready to post.

Part 24

Andy finally finished her phone conversation and hurried back to the room where she had left the older woman, but to her dismay, Miranda was nowhere to be seen. Her brow narrowed as she whirled around and moved to the back door and dipped her head outside to the patio.

"Miranda?" she called out, standing just inside the doorway. When it was apparent she was not there as well, a skiff of panic filled her chest. Stepping now out fully under the night's sky, her eyes searched the beach and instantly found the lone figure standing with her arms wrapped around her middle. Miranda's hair fluttered vaguely in the cool ocean breeze. The vision quickly set Andy's heart on fire and she could sit there all night and just be happy watching her. "God, Miranda, you are a vision," she whispered. though she was tempted to pull up a chair and do just that, her arms craved to hold her and to be close and breathe in her scent won out.

Miranda inhaled deeply, taking in the salty air. It felt so good to just be, and not worry about deadlines, even if it wasn't going to last. Above, she could hear the whisper of the night wind caress the palm trees. The sky was full of stars, their light shining down next to the half moon that mirrored off the rolling waves of the ocean.

Miranda closed her eyes and let the soothing sound fill her. She was so caught up in it that she didn't even notice Andrea move in behind her and slip her arms around her waist, hugging her slender body from behind.

"Hi," she husked softly next to her ear. "I brought a blanket," she offered, and then quickly wrapped it around them both.

"So, is everything okay?"

Andy nodded and sighed. "Yes, I got out of going into work tomorrow, but now I have to work Sunday."

Miranda turned a little so she could look directly at Andy. "Oh, you didn't have to do that. I mean, I just showed up here, so you didn't have to rearrange things on my behalf."

"Yes I did," Andy groaned. "I mean, are kidding right now? You are here, and trust me there is no other place I'd rather be."

Miranda slightly smiled, her blue eyes shining amongst the stars. "Well it is quite nice here."

Andy softly laughed. "Yeah, I agree. Wow the stars are really out tonight, no overcast."

Miranda took a huge breath and glanced up at the night sky as well, then returned her gaze back toward Andrea. "There is, and I'm looking right at her…" she faded off, and whispered her fingers down the side of the younger woman's face, and then halfway down her neck. "You are so beautiful, but you know…stars are made just so we can make wishes on them. Make a wish, Darling?"

Stunned Andy blinked at hearing Miranda be all romantic. She wanted to yank on her ear to make sure she was hearing right. She was mesmerized by the beauty of this woman, this very woman who she only dared to dream about. She smiled and cupped one of Miranda's cheeks, as she looked directly into her eyes.

"It already came true," she admitted honestly, her voice a little choked up as tears stained her eyes.

Miranda felt the meaning of those words in a rush, and instantly her eyes mirrored Andy's. "I do love you, you know," she whispered.

"I know," Andrea responded quietly. The older woman took a breath, ignoring the slip of her tears. "Hey what is it?"

Miranda exhaled, "I've been thinking."

Andy's head dipped. "Oh?"

"It's just, well, I realized something right before you came out here."

"Okay," Andy drawled feeling a little unsure. "What…what is it?"

Miranda sighed. "The fact is that you live here, your life is here, and well mine is well clear across the country. Very far away from you."

"Yes I'm well aware, but I am still filming in New York. I'll be back there in just a few days."

Miranda now blew out her breath, and then inhaled slowly. "For however long that may be, but eventually you will still come back here to live."

Andy shook her head, looking slightly disgruntled. "I get that, and I was thinking of finding an apartment there, because I've missed New York, and well now I will miss it more."

"But what about your life here? This place is very nice and I will not allow you to give it up just so you are closer to me. Don't get me wrong, I want to be selfish and let you, but now you see why I tried to keep you at arm's length," Miranda noted dryly.

Panic filled Andy's chest. "Miranda, what are you saying?"

Miranda groaned. "I already tried that, I really don't have any intention of letting you go. I was just pointing out that this… I mean us… will be difficult for a while," she informed a little forlornly. "I decided that I can accept not having control everything," she teased with a slight grin, then bent down and brushed her lips over Andy's.

"I have to admit, I get off on that just a little bit," Andrea winked playfully. She paused, her face now serious. "I believe in us," she insisted. "We can make this work that if it is what we truly want."

"I already tried letting you go; you can see how well that went," Miranda muttered.

A sigh of relief fell from Andrea's lips. "It didn't go all that well on my end either. Shit Miranda, ever since I left you in Paris, I believe that part of me was left there as well. I know no matter how hard I tried, these feelings I have for you will not go away. I need you in my life," she remarked and kissed her again, with a little more overt interest.

"I need you too, Darling," Miranda murmured when they parted, then simply smiled and kissed her again, putting more of herself into it. She was pleased by how Andy's hand came up to cup her cheek, and restlessly slid more of her body against Andrea's, loving how they fit together. Her lips pressed to the younger woman's again, a slow, blending of mouths that inspired a bit of a low purr in Miranda's throat.

Casually, Andy let her hand drift down, covering Miranda's right breast. She squeezed it through the silky shirt, inciting a low moan of pleasure from her partner's mouth.

"Hmm, are we really going to do this here?" the editor asked, gasping slightly as their lips finally parted. "Because I'll have you know that as romantic as sex on a moonlit beach sounds, well, it really isn't. Sand gets everywhere, and let me remind you that your neighbor's house is not that far off."

Andy giggled. "I wasn't actually planning my next move, I just wanted, needed to feel you." She nipped at her lips, then laced their fingers together and started to lead her back to the house, but suddenly stopped. "Wait, did you have sex on a beach before?"

Miranda laughed, and shook her head. "Me? Can you actually see me doing that?" She noticed the naughty look in Andy's eyes, and she rolled her own eyes at her. "Ah," she mocked playfully. "I can't believe you, and no I never have."

"Well then how do you know?"

"We did an article on about that I believe it was in 2002, yes it was a June issue."

Surprise now filled Andy's eyes. "Seriously, you can remember that?"

"I maybe older then you, Darling, but I don't have dementia yet."

"Hey," Andy hissed. "Don't talk like that."

"Sorry, bad joke." She kissed her as an apology, but in the back of her mind she knew it could be a possibility in the future. That is if this lasted that long, but Miranda would happily take whatever time she had with this beautiful, wonderful woman, for however long that may be.

….

Andy didn't really get to show Miranda her room, they were too preoccupied doing much more important things like taking each other's clothes off and slipping into her bed. She moaned happily into Miranda's mouth, slipping her arms around her neck as she kissed her back avidly. Her fingers tangled in the older woman's iconic hair, holding her head close.

Andy moved again so that she was covering the smaller woman more, trying to put as much of her body in contact with Miranda's as possible. She gasped when Miranda bent her knee, bringing up her thigh between the younger woman's legs to press sweetly against her.

The younger woman undulated slightly, dragging her sensitive clit over Miranda's silky smooth skin, moaning softly as the hot pleasure rippled through her. The older woman tightened her embrace, her hands moving restlessly over Andrea's back, stroking her spine down to her ass before moving over her hips and back up her ribs.

"You feel so good," she whispered, and made a small sound of pleasure as Andy dipped her head to line her tongue down her throat, and slip it past her chest. Burying her face in the warm valley between her lover's breasts, the brunette paused for a moment, simply delighting in being with this woman, letting the warm fuzzy feeling of being loved and cherished by Miranda envelop her.

"You didn't pass out on me…Anndreeaaa?" Miranda sarcastically teased.

"Oh no dear that one is all on you," Andy ridiculed her mildly, smiling as she raised her head to peer up at her in the darkness, her tone deepened. "In any event, I have much to do before I let anyone do that."

"Yes, you do," Miranda agreed, but then frowned as Andrea continued to gaze at her, mesmerized by the fact that she was here, real, and in her bed. She wondered if she would ever get used to this…Ever get used to the fact that Miranda Priestly wanted her, and loved her.

"What?"

"You are so beautiful," Andy told her seriously.

Miranda's blue eyes darkened but she looked pleased as well. "I have been told that, but it means more in your eyes above all else," she noted, before her gaze softened. "But it's you that is beautiful, my Darling."

Miranda eventually cried out as Andrea found all those wonderfully sensitive spots that provided such deep and intense pleasure, even as her own hands stroked and touched and played the younger woman like she had done it her entire life. They pressed hotly into one another, both shivering and seeking hold of each other as they simultaneously peaked. For an extended moment afterward, they lay in each other's arms, trying to catch their respective breaths, their hearts pounding in rhythm.

"Mmm, Darling," Miranda murmured finally, nestled in the younger woman's arms. "That was as always amazing. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

Andy smiled deeply. "I know I feel that way too. I know this will sound corny but it the truth; it's like our bodies were made for each other."

Miranda lightly chuckled, and snorted. "Yeah that was pretty sappy, so now we got that out, can we do all that again?"

Andy nuzzled her neck then kissed it. "Well I did mention to you…. All…. Night…. long."

….

Andrea opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of Miranda wrapped around her, and smiled happily in the early morning dimness. There was something about waking in her arms that she didn't think she would ever tire of. Turning her head slightly, she could see Miranda's face on the pillow next to her, her beautiful features stripped of makeup and looking so peaceful in slumber. Her normally perfect hair was mussed, tumbling about from their activities the night before.

Miranda's arm was snug over Andy's chest, her leg was draped comfortably over her thighs, and her hips half on top of hers. With just a little effort, Andy was able to slip her hand over the older woman's smooth back to drift her fingers down it. She felt Miranda snuggle deeper into her side and it caused Andy to smile from the feel of her body slide against her own. She never got to witness waking up like this with this woman, and now she was going to revel in it.

She bent down and brushed a few strands of white hair away from the side of her face, then kissed her there.

"Mmmm, Andrea," Miranda murmured sleepily.

"Yes, were you expecting someone else?"

"Hmmm," was the lone reply, and it made Andy's brow furrow in a little confusion.

"Miranda? " Andy barely got out before Miranda's hand began to smooth over Andrea's breast, making her hiss immediately once her soft fingers began to trace a nipple. Andy reached down and caught her wrist, grasping it gently, but firmly. "I can't." She drew up the hand so that she could kiss Miranda's palm.

"What's wrong Darling?"

"I can't believe I am saying this, but after last night I'm a little sore." She leaned over and kissed Miranda sweetly on the lips. "Sorry."

Miranda grinned against her lips. "Don't tell me that this old lady wore you out?"

Andy snorted. "You, my dear are not old at all. And your body feels amazing. It's just... I think I need a wee lil break, getting a slight chafing or something. Shit I don't think I'll ever live this down will I?"

Miranda was lazily nuzzling Andrea when she heard that, and it made her giggle. "Actually I understand. I'm feeling it a little as well."

Andy continued to trace small circles over Miranda's bare back. "Have you…" she paused, exhaled and tried again. "I mean has it ever been like this before with you? I mean, so insatiable with someone else?"

"You mean so thoroughly exhausted and sore after a night of sex?"

Andy swallowed, and nodded, waiting for a response. "No, no never."

"Really?" Andrea asked, a little surprised.

Miranda leaned up and crossed her arms over Andy's chest and gazed down at her. "Believe it or not, I really haven't had a lot of sexual partners in my life."

"How many?"

Miranda groaned and now moved off of her chest and flopped down next to her, staring up at the ceiling. "You really want to know?"

"Well the way you are acting makes me think you've had a lot."

"And how about you dear, how many lovers has the famous Andrea Sachs had?"

With a shrug Andy didn't hesitate. "Including you, nine."

Miranda blinked and ran a hand over her face. "Seriously?"

"Why would I lie to you? So hmmm, let me guess, you've had what like…15?"

Miranda quickly looked aghast, and only exhaled sharply.

"Too low?"

She then huffed and wiggled out of the bed taking the sheet with her, leaving Andy blinking fuzzily amid the tangled bedding, a puzzled expression in her gaze. "Wait I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way…I was just curious."

"I'm going to go shower," Miranda mentioned over her shoulder and left Andy rubbing her head wondering what the hell had just happened.