Part 28

Andy was standing atop of her roof of her penthouse overlooking the city. She had only been up there one other time. This time she had the place cleaned and decorated just for her evening with a certain editor. They hadn't seen each other in two weeks, ever since she was sick, and that wasn't at all sexy. It had ended with Andy finally feeling better only to watch Miranda leave in a rush to get to Runway.

She had finally convinced Miranda not to retire, at least not yet, and knew she was right when a satisfied grin filled Miranda's lips as she was about to head out to Elias-Clark to ward off yet another disaster at the magazine.

But now that it had been two weeks since they had seen each other, Andy was questioning her decision. God, she was missing her terribly. It wasn't just Miranda's schedule it was her own as well, and she knew that her time here was about to end. In fact she was told maybe a couple more weeks of filming here and then they were moving the rest to the sound stages in Hollywood.

So they both had this night to finally be together, and Andrea was pulling out all the stops to impress the older woman. The funny thing was they really had not even had one real date yet.

The door to the top of the roof sounded indicating that Miranda had finally arrived. She turned and regarded Miranda out of the corner of her eye, reassuring herself that this woman ... her girlfriend… she corrected instantly, and the thought jolted along her spine causing goosebumps to fire across her skin just knowing that that Miranda Priestly the Ice Queen of New York, the Devil in Prada herself was actually her girlfriend.

Miranda's porcelain skin radiated off the glow of the surrounding lights and she smiled warmly as she approached her with the clacking of her heels.

"About time you made it," she played, pulling the older woman into her arms as soon as she was close enough. Not waiting another moment, she slid her lips against hers. "I've missed you," Andy whispered against her mouth.

Miranda ran her fingers loosely through dark hair. "And I you," she sighed, and then finally looked around the area. "This is nice."

"Good, I would have hated to think you wouldn't have noticed. I had it all done just for you," Andy informed, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I have dinner ready."

"Oh?" Miranda's bright blue eyes sparkled as Andy led her to the small table lit up by candles. "I hope you didn't over exhaust yourself."

"Nonsense," Andy winked. Uncorking the bottle of champagne with expertise, she filled both glasses.

"So what did you order for me?" Miranda asked coyly, taking a sip from her glass.

"I cooked," Andy grinned, and lifted the lid that was keeping their food warm.

Miranda chuckled as she noticed a huge steak filling her entire plate. "Aww," Miranda teased, as Andy pulled her chair out for her.

She graciously took it, eager to eat since she had very little all day. "Go ahead and dig in; I know that you are hungry."

Miranda eyed her suspiciously for a moment, wondering if she called over to the office to ask Emily, then she just reminded herself that this woman didn't need to do that, because she already knew. "I knew I did good."

Andy was just about to take a chunk of her own steak and slip into her mouth when that comment left her frozen. "Huh? Good?"

"Yes," Miranda said slowly. Her face showed no emotion as she began to chew her steak.

"Um," Andy waited until she swallowed to ask again. "And that's it?"

Miranda's lips spread into a wicked grin and it made Andy swallow. "I did well at hiring you, and now I did even better by having you as my girlfriend."

That made Andy smile as she shook her head. "Ah I see; it was all your idea."

"Of course; you know that I always come up with the best ideas."

"Of course you do," Andy slightly rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Eat your dinner before it gets cold."

Miranda would never allow anyone else to talk to her like that, but with Andy she would always make an exception. "Yes, Darling."

…

"Dance with me," Andy said, standing before Miranda after they chatted a few minutes while sipping champagne after their meal.

Miranda cocked her head to the side as she stared up at the younger woman. She hesitated for a moment, letting the other woman sweat, but watching her reaction she doubted for one minute that she was. Andy knew that she was whipped so why even play hard to get? She sat her glass down and offered her hand for Andrea to take.

But as soon as the song started to fill the area she groaned. "This song?"

Andy just smirked and pulled Miranda in closer. "What's wrong with this song?"

"I hate this song," Miranda bit, not caring how it sounded.

Andy swallowed her grin as she drew back just enough so she could gaze into Miranda's eyes. "Awww…..no you can't; I love this song."

Miranda huffed and rolled her eyes. "God you would."

"I love it because it was playing the first time I ever got to hold you in my arms, and that night meant the world to me. I was taking all of you in. Your smell….god your smell made me so dizzy with want that night," she admitted breathlessly. "The warmth of your body and the smooth silkiness of your skin against mine." She paused, inhaling a deep breath while still looking right into Miranda's eyes. "I was taking you all into memory because I thought I was never ever getting another chance."

Miranda only moved her arms from Andy's waist and slowly slid them up her back to rest them around her neck and pull her in closer. "Funny," she relayed throatily.

"Funny?"

"Yeah, it's funny that I was feeling the same way about you."

"So, uh why don't you like the song?"

Miranda drew in and softly kissed Andy's lips. "Because that night was a reminder that this was what I wanted but would never have. This damn song spoke out exactly how I was feeling, and it made me even more irritated knowing that I couldn't," she husked, her eyes delving even deeper into Andy's dark ones. "Don't you know, Darling, that you are my Angel? And even though I hate to admit this….I desperately wanted you to save me."

"Save you…." Andy shook her head. "Miranda, you did not need saving."

"Yes, yes I did," she exhaled, her voice going lower. "You were the only reason why I cried after that divorce. It wasn't that I lost Stephen, it was because I had lost you."

Andy thought her heart was going to explode right out of her chest at hearing this. "If I had only known…" she choked, her voice catching deep in her throat. "I would have stayed. You have to know that."

"I'm glad you didn't. You deserve this, Andrea, all of it. You are stunningly beautiful, and an amazing actress. You deserve to have your name in lights."

Tears flooded Andy's eyes. "God if the world knew how much of a sweet talker you can be….I'd be in a whole shit load of trouble. But, I know now that they wouldn't stand a chance."

Miranda rocked her head back and laughed. "About time you figure that out, Dear," she voiced, her lips hovering over Andy's mouth. "So, shall we go downstairs?"

Andy smiled at her, gently brushing away a few strands of hair that softly blew into Miranda's eyes. "Yes," she enunciated firmly.

As soon as they descended down the stairs and entered Andy's bedroom, the brunette turned to Miranda. "Have I told you that I missed you?" she relayed softly, reaching out to touch her cheek. It was something she was free to do now, and still loved how it felt. She lightly stroked the silky skin before her palm cupped her cheek warmly.

"You have, but I don't mind hearing it," Miranda replied with a soft sigh. "What time do you need to be at work tomorrow?"

"Not until ten," Andy told her, mischief coloring her eyes. There was a pause as they eyed each other. "God, you're so beautiful."

Miranda smiled broadly, that same smile that always drove Andy crazy. "You, My Darling, are the one who is beautiful."

That incited a tiny giggle that slipped from Andrea's mouth. It still baffled her that Miranda found her beautiful, I mean this was the same woman who not that long ago thought she was fat.

Andy just leaned in to cover that perfect mouth with her own and kissed her deeply. Miranda's arms slipped around her neck and held her close as she returned the kiss, her tongue slipping out to caress Andy's bottom lip. They fully indulged in the moment before finally parting to gather their breath. The younger woman's heart rate had increased significantly, and little tingles radiated throughout her entire body.

"Fashion week is just a week away."

The comment caught Andy off guard and she needed a second to recover, her passion dampened, but definitely not extinguished.

"That's right," she remarked, with a concerned sigh. "Darn I can't believe how fast that's approached."

Miranda lifted a brow. "I agree." She then lowered her eyes as if contemplating something.

"What is it?"

"Too bad you will be busy."

"Depends," she said seriously. "Why?"

"I would love it if you would accompany me there."

"To Paris?" Andy gasped. "You would want me there….I mean after last time…"

Miranda interrupted her as she shrugged. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"But you'll be busy, and I'll what… just stay at the hotel?"

"Of course not, I'd want you by my side," Miranda quickly clarified. "Well, unless you don't want me to go, then I can just tell Irv…"

"Stop!" Andy held up a hand. "Stop saying you're going to retire, it's too soon for that. And if my going makes you stop then I'll go….well if it is plausible."

Happy at getting her way, Miranda only grinned as she leaned in to kiss the younger woman. It was initially a mere brush of her lips over Andy's, but as always it just was too much and she ended up capturing her mouth possessively.

Andrea made a pleased sound in her throat, her arms pulling her in closer, as indication that she was fully into Miranda's kiss.

Miranda felt the urgent need to feel more of this woman who was in her arms. Hell it had been weeks since they had sex, and her body was responding with more need than usual. She dropped her head from Andy's lips only to lower it to her neck, placing open mouth kisses across the smooth skin there as she scrambled to the back of her dress to quickly unzip it.

Andy took a step back to help her as she peeled her dress away, and Miranda didn't hesitate getting rid of her own.

Then her mouth closed over the nipple she desperately wanted to taste, ravishing the rosy bud with tenderness. Uttering a loud pleased sound, Andy's arms pulled Miranda's head to her, her fingers raking through her iconic hair, as she moaned in muted satisfaction.

Miranda's fingers begin to take rake briefly over the soft wet skin between her legs before running lightly along her thighs. Every caress was as tender and as loving as Miranda could do, holding out and trying to take her time with her.

When she finally urged the long legs apart and dipped down to touch the heated moisture between them, Andy responded with a soft cry, her hips arching up to eagerly receive the caress. The silky wetness flowing over her fingers was an incentive Miranda could not resist, and she quickly moved her head down to the source, turning her body to reach the heady combination of scent and taste. That was all the invitation Andy required and she seized Miranda's hips, pulling her around and over on top of her with little effort and burying her face between the Miranda's thighs.

Miranda couldn't help her little yelp of surprise before returning her attention, even if it was deeply divided between pleasuring her lover with her mouth and at being pleasured in turn.

It didn't take long before they were both trembling beneath each other's tongues and the spasms she felt in her mouth, along with the combination of Andy's on her was one of pure rapture.

Miranda moaned happily into her flesh as she shuddered from the wonderful pulsations, feeling Andy respond in similar fashion as she jerked spastically against her mouth.

Andy kissed the inside of her thigh before turning and relaxing against Miranda in the aftermath. Moving idly, they rearranged themselves so that they were curled up in the center of the bed, snuggled into each other as if seeking warmth from the chill of the night.

This was perfect, Miranda thought. She loved being held by this woman and she hid the tear that escaped as Andy's lips brushed her temple. Closing her eyes, Miranda Priestly drifted off to sleep, feeling loved and secure for the first time in her entire life.