Finding it hard to breathe, from fear just as much if not more than the smoke, Andy doused her jacket with water from a Evian, wrapping it to her face, was desperate to get to Miranda. She saw him.
Chasing after them.
The Artist warned Miranda, as he held her tightly to him. Breathing in her skin, her hair she was his. ''Don't make one noise.'' Placing his fingers to her mouth, covering her perfect mouth, almost to the exit. To his van.
Putting the box cutter down to his side, still held her to him. Felt her tremble pressed against him. ''I'm scaring you Miranda aren't I? I'm sorry I would never hurt you. I need you to know that. Never.''
The Artist traced his hand over her hips, ''I need you to know that I mean it. Say it.'' Gripped harder. Whispering harshly against her ear ''I'll never hurt you. Just obey me.''
Miranda felt his urgency, the threat behind the meaningless words he wanted to hear her say.
''You'll never hurt me.'' Her voice shook. She prayed she sounded as if she believed him.
The Artist boyishly smiled pleased with her agreeing words. ''Good. I knew you'd believe me.'' Brushing the top of her head with his lips. Kissing her silvery waves.
Miranda tried to remain calm, he spoke to her as if he cherished her, as if she was here by choice, as if she wasn't being held against her will but having a pleasant conversation with her. ''I knew you'd understand me Miranda, I've watched you for so long. I love you.'' His eyes lit intensely with focused grey. ''Miranda you don't have to say it yet, but you will. I know you love me. We are meant to be.'' Only he deserved such perfection, only he savoured and appreciated such flawlessness.
Miranda frantically tried to recall what Cass and Car had told her about Andy's self defense lesson with them. Swallowing her fear, deciding she wasn't being taken anywhere meekly or without a fight, drew her manicured nails across and digging deeply into his arm.
Her nails sunk into flesh digging and twisting with all her strength. She could feel blood beneath her fingers. She hoped she hit a vein.
Andy heard a yelp of pain and Miranda's cry of. ''Andy!'' Finding them through the smoke.
''Back, Detective Sachs.'' Holding the sharp razor point into Miranda's ivory skin. ''Back off.''
Halting, Andy restrained herself, couldn't get a shot. Still held her Glock aimed at him. '' Let her go.''
The Artist shook his head. ''I can't do that, stand-off. Do you want to make me hurt her? It will be your fault if I do. Step off Detective Sachs.''
''If you touch her. I will kill you.''
The Artist licked Miranda's ear in response to Andy's words. Andy saw Miranda shudder.
''Miranda is mine. She belongs to me.''
His like hell.
Andy willed herself to calmly reason with him. ''Come on why don't you do the right thing here and prove your devotion let Miranda go.''
''Don't tell me what to do. Gun, now Sachs or you'll cause me to harm Miranda.'' Pressing the razor to Miranda's jugular for inficis. Ordered to listen by that one action.
''Okay, just be calm.'' Andy stilled. Out of options. If she tried anything, Miranda would be killed.
Rizzoli's voice came onto the radio static and smoky. ''Sachs pick up, is Miranda Priestly with you confirm.''
''Yes. We're fine.'' Andy lied keeping her voice steady, knowing Miranda's life depended on it.
The Artist was indicating to wrap it up.
Jane questioned Sachs via radio. ''Location Sachs.''
'' On the south side of tent. On our way to you we have a Code 2 and 6 tell you what Rizzoli I'm getting fed up with your complete stupidity of filing 417a's and 207a.''
Rizzoli's dark brows creased Sachs had just communicated code 2 which meant urgent and code 6 stay out of area and 417a, told Jane that a person with a knife and was doing a 207a, which meant a kidnapping attempt.
Christ Sachs.
Rizzoli was just told Cutter had been found with a slit throat.
Putting down the gun as Miranda shook her head not to, tears in her blue eyes. Telling Andy silently not to do so. She did for her. Kicking her gun towards the Artist.
Walking directly into the sights of someone who wanted her dead.
''Kneel. Hands on your head.'' The Artist commanded.
Andy did. Her eyes never leaving Miranda's face.
The Artist picked the Glock 17 up.
Miranda's blue eyes shut. Squeezing them closed. He was going to execute her. Gripped her jaw, ''Open your eyes. No you will watch for this.'' Indicating his bloodied arm, her french manicured nails had scratched wildly.
Andy Sachs was on her knees, vulnerable and unarmed, sure he was going to shoot her to the head. Andy expected it. The Artist clicked the trigger, aiming and shot. Right behind Andy's ear.
The Artist had been given strict instructions. From him.
Sachs was a simple package, incapacitate, bind her, torture her, and I will kill her when I come to collect Sachs. Would not tolerate any altering or deviating from The Artist.
Resigned The Artist got who he wanted. Miranda. His woman. The Teacher got Sachs to play with. It was a good deal. Win, Win. No matter how much he wanted to execute Andrea Sachs right in front of his Miranda. Make her see the light leave Sachs eyes.
No he had to restrain himself. Respect the Teacher, listen to the Teacher.
After all Hoyt had once taught The Artist his craft and he respected Hoyt's mentor 'The Teacher' from Fort Stewart who wanted to meet Andy Sachs again.
Sachs owed him two fingers since last time when they met. The Artist smiled, he hoped he would be allowed to watch.
The Teacher would give Andy Sachs a lesson on fear.
The Artist was still raging though, gripped the van wheel, driving onto the Brooklyn Bridge, Miranda had thrown herself in front of Sachs to shield her just as Andy was struck. Doing that The Artist saw Sachs meant a lot to her. Have to purge Miranda of Andy.
Both were unconscious in his unmarked tinted van.
The Taser had hit Sachs fully charged. Miranda had passed out not from the Taser but from her vascovagal syncope due to heightened extreme fear. He would have to delay his fun for hours. He wanted his playmate awake.
Held
Hearing a metronome with pendulum ticking just like during Cass and Car's piano lessons with their strict teacher Frederic. Where was the music, Miranda thought, why just that annoying ticking and not Cass or Car's constant repetition of Chopin or Rachmaninoff.
Miranda blinked, her mouth dry, feeling something on top of her, pushing at it. What was it? Weighing her down. Dead weight suffocating her.
''She'll wake soon enough.''
Miranda focused, her blue orbs opened wide first at him and more at not what, but who was on her. Andrea lifeless and pale. Still. Everything stopped, slowing down even that horrible constant ticking. Gasping out. ''Andrea.'' Desperately alarmed at Andy's stillness. What had he done to her?
''Andy please wake up.'' No response. Frantically pressed herself closer to Andy's body that didn't respond, shifting Andy's body which was atop her. Miranda felt a pulse. Alive. Had taken the brunt of being tasered Andy had not revived yet.
The Artist gathered Andy's limp body up, put her hands in zip ties in front of her. Pushed into a chair.
Held a folding curved knife along Andy's shirt which he ran up and down across her chest, cutting it away to her tank top.
Unbuckling Andy's belt. ''Don't you dare touch her.'' Miranda hissed bravely, not shrinking back. Don't show fear Miranda reminded herself. He would like that too much. She struggled to get up, feeling the tie of leather against her wrist, pulling frantically, she was tied with her hands behind her back, lifted and bound to a chair.
The Artist took Andy's belt off and began to loop it around Andy's neck like a tethered garrotte.
The Artist held the karambit's point into Andy's sharp right cheekbone. Drew a line of fresh blood bloomed. First blood.
He wasn't going to violate Sachs.
The Artist smirked at a comatose and still Andy Sachs that bit of getting to know each other, mating would be for The Teacher. The Artist appraised Sachs, not much, a NY cop huh, doubtful she was any type of threat he'd been told of, hardly what he'd expected.
Lean, baby faced and pathetically weak, looked like she taught kindergarten or baked cookies. So what if her dead mama was like The Teacher once. Big deal. Sachs mommy obviously wasn't that good because she was dead, as worm food. Picking up a water bottle, unscrewing the cap.
Time for some fun with Sachs.
Pouring water from the bottle over Sachs, twitching from being electrocuted earlier.
'' Wakey. Wakey. Sachs.''
Andy groaned, Miranda's fearful eyes met Andy's whose own brown eyes hazily saw him now, blinking from being all wet.
''Hello Detective Andy Sachs.''
Andy first saw walls of Miranda image all around them, stuck to walls, he had surveillance her, stalked her voraciously. Obsessed. Andy didn't miss the right wing militia flag and other survivalist anti-government patriot paraphernalia. A flag of 'Join or Die' and ''Live Free''. Scanning the room for exits, closed in. It was a warehouse.
Andy vowed she was somehow going to get Miranda out of this. Whatever it took.
The Artist bent closer to Sachs.
'' I heard your Chris's.'' Smiling wider. ''I've been told she begged…I saw the Polaroids' little cockroach, you'll join her soon enough.''
Andy stared at The Artist, he knew what had happened. ''Andy he told me all about you, your fear, what happened that night. Poor you. Boo hoo.''
The Artist had hit a nerve an artery of fear he was going to sadistically open.
''Poor little Andy is that why you became a cop? To protect people. Ahh that's sweet. Was it true did he wash his hands in her blood? Did he get inside you that night? In your blood, into your veins? He did, didn't he? He owns you.''
Andy's eyes hardened at his words. Miranda had never seen Andrea look so cold. So emotionless, so completely without fear or feeling.
Who was Chris? Miranda wondered.
Held by belt and pulled forward like a leash. Yanked to him. She whispered against his ear. She wanted him to react with anger. She needed him to make a mistake. ''Hey this is a little kinky just so you know I draw the line at spanking but that's right you like to have all women under your control. Tasered and bound. Don't you?
I wonder why that would be, hmm, it's either because you're either afraid of all females, you are, aren't you, terrified or you have mother issues, tell me was she bossy did she dress you up in pink?
Dr Isles concludes that must have been it to make you this way, now to me since you have to drug women to get anywhere near them it's because you're a sick pervert with a small itsy bitsy…'' The Artist struck Andy hard. Andy spat out blood. Hiding the smile, good, she hit a sore spot.
Miranda winced and looked begging at Andy not to antagonise him which she was. Greatly.
The Artist had a dental tray stand with instruments and not for cavities. Andy knew it was torture equipment.
''You know I dunno what to call you since we're getting to know each other so well and all, I'm at a disadvantage you know my name. I think I'll have to call you…how about John Thomas yeah it suits you, memorable.'' Andy grinned with blood down her mouth.
''Silence.''
The Artist selected it. Not a hammer to break her long fingers with, like he'd perfected teaching the GID in Amman and in Iraq for Blackwater before being discharged for extreme force on prisoner interrogation, it would be almost worth it since Sachs sculptured, to ruin her fingers permanently.
No he had the perfect object in mind not a cordless nail gun or rose pruners but this. This would prove a point.
A red fountain tip pen. Something of hers to cause pain.
Miranda saw her initials on it. Her birthday present, the Cartier Pen gift that had gone missing, the girls had given it to her a few months back.
The Teacher had specifically instructed The Artist to break Sachs, but keep her alive, The Artist would have preferred a pear choke or light bulb in her mouth for her constant unending talking. Or cut her flapping tongue out.
Picking up the knee high nylon filled crushed glass shard pieces. ''Open your mouth.''
Andy had remembered The Teacher's techniques. Defiant. ''No thanks I prefer cornflakes not ground glass.''
Andy struggled with him, forced into her mouth.
The Artist watched gleeful as he cut Andy in a few places along her skin with serrated edge to bleed her. With each laceration she inadvertedly bit and chewed glass.
Grabbed Andy's sling arm began opening her injury with the pen's tip, Andy almost fainted from the pain scraped across her stitched arm. The Artist dug the tip into the ridge with slow deliberateness.
Andy's pained eyes rolled back.
Miranda couldn't watch anymore.
''Please stop. You're hurting her.'' Miranda cried out. The Artist turned to Miranda. ''Please. I'll do anything. Please don't hurt her anymore. You said you love me. Stop.''
The Artist stopped.
''Anything.'' The Artist wiped Andy's blood off his blade and the pen.
''Yes anything.'' Miranda meant it. Softly to him. ''I want to prove worthy of your love.''
Andy was shaking her head frantically. Don't. Not to Miranda.
The Artist's grey eyes looked hopeful at her words. Untying Miranda slowly, schooling her face, for him to see she wanted to be his. Rubbing her wrists. The Artist's grey eyes roamed appreciatively over her appealing figure. Ran her fingers on his broad chest, trying to appear cool and calmly composed inside trembling uncontrollably.
''Tell me your name.''
Placing his hands on either side of her hips, pulled strongly to him. ''It's Ethan.''
Miranda mouthed his name. ''Ethan. Please let Andrea and myself go…we can get you help.''
Grey eyes were lucid and focused on only her. '' Tell me you love me. Say it.''
Traced her mouth with his thumb. ''I … Miranda's mouth bit him. Howling in pain.
Grabbed by her throat, squeezing her oxygen, her breath from her. Strangled by The Artist still held onto her throat. ''You've really been disobedient to me, very bad.'' Tsking at her as Miranda was struggling to breathe. Let go. Miranda gasped in air. His hot breath on her cheekbone.
''If you fight me that's when problems for you will start.'' Hiking up her skirt, grabbing at her hosiery and ripping them down as Miranda felt him, hardness to her covered thigh, swallowing bile. Maybe she'd pass out. Unzipping himself. Slapped as she kneed him.
Andy brought her hands straight out in front of her and pulled them back hard and fast, breaking the zip ties with a snap. Seeing The Artist attacking Miranda, attempting to rape her made Andy see red.
Andy curled her hand around it.
The Artist pushed at Miranda to turn around, for his scratched arm and bitten finger, make it rough. ''After I taste you darling. I think I'm going to try a sample of your daughters while you watch. Yes I've watched you and them, I know what they mean to you. Kiddies aren't my thing but I need you to understand everything of you belongs to me. So they're mine to play with.''
The Artist's body went limp suddenly. Struck hard again with each word punctuated. ''You don't ever hurt any woman like that especially mine or threaten to attack Cass or Car.'' Andy hit him with the force of a nail gun. Cocking it with a nail right to his forehead. Pressed his head to it. Goading.
Daring the cop to do it. The Artist smirked. ''Go for it. Come on Sachs do it. Damn the obedient good cop can't.''
''We're alike little Andy. Admit it you're the same as me. Just like me. Same nature of the beast. Do it. You want to, I see it. There's a small piece in there, lurking inside you, evil. Kill me.''
''No we're not alike. I am nothing like you.''
''Andy Sachs your just like me. A monster.'' Andy shook her head with distain.
''Just like me.'' The Artist said in a mantra.
Andy lowered it, she would call it in. The Artist saw his opportunity, curled his hand around the karambit's handle lunging at Andy who shot him point blank through his forehead with the cordless nail gun discharged. Dead.
Covered Mirada's face into her. So not to see. ''I got him. You're safe now.'' Cradled Miranda close. Held to her. Reassured Miranda gently she'd stop shaking.
Miranda's Townhouse
Andrea hadn't come with them to see her.
Hadn't heard or seen Andrea since that day. It had been by today almost a week gone by. Stayed away from them, away from her. That night Andrea had kindly taken her home to the townhouse after being checked over by EMTs and discharged. Told Andy how she couldn't stop shaking. Andy spoke to her softly. ''It will end.''
Stephen was there, he'd had David bring the girls and Liat back. It helped Miranda recover. Needed them, their security. Sachs had watched and left them.
Dr Isles and Detective Rizzoli were in Miranda's home bidding goodbye back to Boston, Beantown their home, Jane had given the twins her number and Maura's. Stephen thanked them immensely.
Miranda had not attended the rest of Fashion Week, couldn't was recuperating with Liat and her daughters, Nigel attended for her. Aitana was proving to be a brilliant assistant.
Pouring tea for Maura and Jane both who sat across from her. Maura had brought a plant that meant good beginnings.
Jane noticed Miranda Priestly seemed disappointed Andrea Sachs wasn't with them. ''Dr Isles, Detective Rizzoli.'' Maura corrected Miranda. ''I think after all this it's Maura and Jane to you now Miranda.''
Miranda nodded. ''Dr Isles I mean Maura do you know if Andrea is well?''
''Detective Sachs is fine, her general health is in good order, she jogs regularly and her heart has a healthy bpm and she took up yoga with us, Jane.'' Jane coughed that wasn't what Miranda Priestly wanted to know.
Liat decided to take matters into her own hands. ''My daughter is trying and failing at asking about her saviour who she wants to see but is too afraid to reach out to.''
Maura looked confused. ''Hasn't Andy been to see you. Jane saw her yesterday evening.''
''I merely wanted to convey my thanks to Andrea.'' Given a look at her mother. She was not afraid. Least of all of Andrea. Maybe Sachs didn't want to see her again. At a lost as to why. They'd almost been together in Nigel's kitchen and bedroom, Sachs hadn't been so quick to stay away from her then. Why now? They'd been through a traumatic experience together.
''Jane you saw Sachs last night? She's taken some leave.'' Jane nodded she'd seen Sachs all right. Came by her place to say goodbye knocked on her door Jane wished she hadn't, not welcomed.
''Flu. I think she wants to be alone for a few days. I wouldn't visit.'' Jane had been the same after Hoyt. Needed a little bit of space.
Angela had compared Jane to a grumpy Italian slob watching ESPN. End up like Great Uncle Giancarlo who never left his house. Earned a very grouchy. ''Ma.''
Jane knew Sachs had the IT Dept., dismantle all cameras found that The Artist had spied on Miranda with, Andy had discovered she'd been watched also.
Miranda changed the subject as if it didn't matter about Andrea in the slightest, the girls would be visiting Boston in six months for a school trip. Maura insisted she and Jane would show them around their great city.
Andy Sachs Apartment
Andy had done her job. Kept Miranda safe. It was over.
A few nights ago, Andy had sat down in her lonely apartment, toasting by herself all her accomplishments, bereft and wire in her blood, the alcohol burning the back of her mouth, with each swig she dry fired her Glock, hazily reaching from the wall a photo of four men in black fatigues and one woman. Chris. Christiane, Andy's mom.
The door knocked, Andy cracked an eyelid open to her door being rapped on. Her voice dry and smoky. ''Go away Rizzoli. If it's you Dingo I'm armed.'' By the pounding in her head, hung over.
More knocking. If it was Jehovah Witnesses, her blood shot eyes slowly opened. Wishing she hadn't. The last few drinks were playing ping pong with her brain.
Rubbing her face, it was 3:30 in the afternoon. What day was it?
Opening the door to vivid crystal blue eyes. ''I brought matzo soup but you seem to be handling this flu hydrated with rivers of spirits. Good it appears your alive, one must thank small miracles and blessings. Aren't you going to invite me in or were you raised badly and manner less Andy Sachs.''
Liat Princhek stepped inside. Pushing by the gruff and groggy Andy.
Studying Sachs thoughtfully. ''In your medicine cabinet take two aspirin and Sachs in there you will find a bar of soap get reacquainted with it.''
Andy showered and threw on her clothes. Never went on benders even in college but when The Artist had known about her Mom, Andy had just wanted to forget. Once when Andy was little saw her mom executed and die right in front of her eyes.
It wasn't like she had anyone to come home to and snuggle with or dry her tears.
Drying her hair with a towel, Andy sheepishly came over to Liat who'd straightened her place up. ''Why are you here?'' Liat smiled. ''Because I want my daughter to be happy and loved, you are that person who loves her. Despite your current state.'' Picking up one bottle judgmentally. Not Jim Beam, but Atlántico rum.
Sniffed at by Liat as if she felt Andy was still a reprobate.
''Thanks I think.''
Brushing off Sachs couch fussily, stopping on two things one a photograph and transfer papers. The woman had Sachs eyes. ''Leaving New York.'' Indicating her hiking gear. Forgot, Andy was supposed to have met Jude at his cabin. Wanted her to meet someone. She'd call him later.
''I'm not going anywhere.'' Andy was still damp from her shower.
''Good I suggest flowers and grovelling.''
''Huh.'' Andy blinked.
''Bouquets from a Florist. Uptown, expensive. Not daisies she despises those or carnations or freesia. Saving her and not a word after. Shameful.''
The exquisite bouquet that had been delivered to Runway, fingering the ivory card. Miranda smelled them, each bloom was her favourite. Roses, tulips, cymbidium orchids, spray roses and peonies.
She opened the creamy envelope and the note inside. The Icy Queen of Fashion began to blush.
Things Detective Sachs wants to do with Miranda Priestly.
Out to dinner. Will not consume raw fish otherwise known as sushi. Not be hunted by psychopaths to mar our thing we have….
Date. Kissing you randomly, Wine or Dessert tasting on lips, mine or yours not biased.
Moonlit walks, Sculpture you naked.
Make love to you sensually all evening. All day if possible. Preferably 24-7-365. Give you flowers….
Never leave you like Paris.
Knew the meaning of most flowers, a few meant forgive me, second chances and love. Miranda's head shot up at Andy's voice in the doorway.
''I didn't know the flowers for give me half a chance because I'm an idiot and you are a goddess Miranda Priestly and you have to come to dinner with me or I'll arrest you.''
''How did you know my favourite flowers?'' Wait, what did Sachs just say a goddess?
Andy held a small package in her hands. ''I have my ways, I come bearing coffee, expensive Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee the finest in the world, there's also Kopi Luwak from an Asian palm civet but I draw the line at drinking that because where it comes from is gross. Your Mom suggested I grovel or prostrate and max out my credit card. To go out with me.''
Andy eyed the carpet.
''and if I won't consider going out, Sachs?''
Crossing over to Miranda determined. 'Consider.'
Lips crashed into hers. Kissed against her desk. ''You will. See I've got this thing for silver haired Editors of fashion magazines.''
''Do you Andrea. What a terrible affliction.'' Miranda returned this kiss, held Andy's lower lip.
Deepened her kiss to Miranda's mouth. Broke apart, earnestly looked over. '' Hey you're silver haired and an editor, my search is over, we have to go out to dinner, Miri your everything I want in someone. Please let me take you out, I need you.''
''I think my assistant could fit you and dinner in my diary.'' Sparkling blue eyes looked at Andy. She would tell Assistant 2 to clear a permanent slot.
Taken to a rooftop restaurant, dined by candlelight overlooking Manhattan skyline, Andy had reserved the restaurant for just them. '' No distractions.'' They'd talked all night about everything. Strolling to her place, Andy caught her arm. ''I should call Roy.''
''He has the night off, only if you want this.'' Looking into Miranda's eyes meaningfully. Miranda wanted this.
Set her keys down.
Andy played dessert roulette with a small takeaway of miniature petit fours, tasted it on Miranda's fork. ''I give up.''
Scolded. ''Orange blossom and Caramel Brule your terrible at this game. Andrea. 1 point lost.''
''Guess I'll have to earn my points by tasting, committing my lips to you more. Hey I like this game.''
Kissed her lips, tasting them sensually. ''Yes I do taste that and vanilla and mmmm is that Chanel or Shu Uemura.'' Miranda rolled her eyes at Andy's game of tasting her lips, ''Organic rose lip balm I have it made especially.''
''Oh excuse me.'' Andy's eyes teased hers. ''I give, you win Ms Priestly.''
''Can I sculpture you.'' Miranda held Andy's eyes tenderly. ''Yes.'' Miranda wore a Bill Blass dress for tonight, loaned a shirt. Changed into it. Saw Andy's work. Incredible. Lifted what was covered to show to Miranda.
''Andrea it's amazing… I'm… you've made me beautiful.'' Had sculptured her from memory. Shyly accepted Miranda's genuine compliments.
''Andrea you should show your work.''
Andy sprayed rosewater to clay. ''Sometime.''
''You lied to me. Said you wanted to sculpture me.'' Did Andy catch Miranda blushing? ''Naked.'' Miranda stated.
''I did and I still do.''
Andy grinned. ''Just have to get your mouth just right. About being naked I'm getting to that.'' Kissed Miranda.
''Come let me teach you.'' Andy proclaimed. Her brown eyes held strands of mahogany and deep dark cognac mixed with chocolate.
''To sculpture?''
''To wake this and this up.'' Andy touched Miranda's heart, her long fingers caressed her. Brought closer. Leaning into Andrea. Willing Andrea to waking her body up with love, desire. Falling into it, crashing into this. Love.
Unbuttoned the shirt.
''Never finger-painted.'' Miranda breathed out. ''Can't say I have.''
Smiling into their kiss. ''We'll have to remedy that.''
Andy pressed a finger to wet clay like ink smelt of rosewater to Miri's pulse, kneading her to her fingers, breathing hitched as Andy's nose inhaled, smelling the fragrance, kissing her ivory skin. Ran the tip smoothly down Miri's neck to the hollow, along her collarbone, Andy bent her chestnut head moistening her sternum between the valley of her breasts, tickled by Andy's nostrils, running her finger down more unexplored.
Wrote words with the cold wet clay of kiss and my love onto her bare snowy skin. Andy slowly ran her finger to lace. Scrawled. Andy's.
Slowly peeled down her knickers.
Wanted to be naked to Andy for so long, Andy had strewn her own clothes off. Softness meeting toned hardness of naked skin and warm brown eyes. Lavishing her mouth and tongue on Miranda's breasts.
Andy's pelvis thrust to Miri's, frotting as she grasped and gripped Andy's taunt bare buttocks, raking her nails, cupping one to have Andy press closer deeper into her.
Stroked as Andy shifted made her lips have a soft connection to delicate silkiness. Andy began intimately kissing, parted her lover's legs a bit and began to kiss along her inner thigh Miri's femoral triangle, as Miranda's blue eyes darkened with ache as Andy knelt bending her head between her legs.
Kissing and running her slick mouth over her mons pubis Andy adored that word mound of Venus, slowly lavishing small intimate kisses along her ivory skin, wanted to taste and kiss her lips the ones between her hips.
Felt it, felt Andy enter her, penetrate into her, gasping at Andy's silky tongue tipping her velvet. Teased erotically kept running her hard tip inside, never been like this with David.
Surrendered to their warmth erupting all over her and Andy, cried out their release as they joined.
Heartbeats came down. Miranda's dark aroused blue eyes took in Andy's face, never felt or saw she was more loved.
Sank into her nakedness, spooned.
Miranda's naked limbs were sated from the throes of entwining and becoming Andrea's, nestled against her lover who was sleeping with her palm cupping her breast. Closing her eyes. Where she belonged in Andy Sachs arms and bed.
Stirred to kisses on her neck. Andy greeted with a happy contented. ''Good Morning.''
Saw the time. Almost 11am. Never been this late to Runway. Andy appreciatively took in her view, lying back on her elbows. ''Miranda it's Saturday. Lying in has its compensations. Try it with me.''
''Does it.'' Miranda teased.
''Your mother text to tell me the twins are fine, she's fine and scandalised at you on your first date with me, you stay the night, Patricia's even fine, now come back to bed.'' Pulled to Andy brought back to bed.
Later the Morning After
Moaning her appreciation, sipping it. Andy looked offended. ''Hey I'm jealous.''
''Darling you can make me moan many ways but you are not this cup of Blue Mountain coffee.'' Andy was making breakfast for her. Burnt her fingers from the toaster. Crispy English muffin anyone.
''About last night I think you should know…'' Andy began as Miranda's lucid blue eyes stared at her. Swallowing dryly, hoping this meant more than a one night stand to Andrea, she'd let all her feelings show against Andrea's body last night. Never talked or said the L word. Love.
''I…what you mean to me is...even before Paris I…'' Interrupted by the door, Miranda was wrapped in Andy's robe.
''Coming.''
Andy saw her neighbour Mr Andolino through the hole, opened her door. Usually her weekend paper ended up on his doorstep.
It was strange. Balloons with ''Miss You.'' And a note of a time and address. For Monday.
Andy still couldn't shake it. Peculiar who was it from? Left at The Andolino's door.
Set it down.
Andy came back to Miranda still in her eat in kitchen. '' I love you.'' Blurted out loud. ''I'm not just saying this because of last night between us.'' Moving closer to Miranda, cupping her face.
''I'm saying that I love you Miri. Always have. I know we're not perfect for each other you're you and I'm me, but the way I see it we might not be meant for anyone else. I need to tell you why I love you. I just do, ever since the first time I held your eyes which by the way are just as blue.''
Miranda's eyes widened at Andy's sincere words.
''I left you once in Paris, I did that once and I hurt you but never again.'' Miranda was speechless, wonderful Sachs you came on to strong.
Looked scared of Miranda's answer. Her reply. Guts over fear Sachs.
''Say something Miri.''
Tentively, Andy met her vivid eyes. Scared of her words back to her. Her answer. Never seen Sachs look so afraid.
Wrote in syrup and then on Sachs.
''You can be a very lovely surprising charming person Andy Sachs whom I love. I love you.'' Kissed her response as well to Andy's mouth. In case her treacle got lost in translation. Never written her reply on someone before.
The strange delivery of Miss You Balloons the last thing on Andy's mind and burnt toast.
The Teacher watched them, clicking a smart camera from across the building. Listened.
Soon Sachs we'll meet again.