Once they arrive in Miranda's room, the door is kicked shut, then Miranda gently lowers Andrèa to the ground, sliding her down along her body, leaving them both trembling in excitement. The Editor slips off her shoes, kicking them to the side. She grabs the front of Andrèa's button up, yanking her towards her as she once more claims the brunette's lips in an absolute scorching kiss, nipping at her lower lip before sliding her tongue across it to demand entry.

Andy moans, and it's swallowed greedily by Miranda as she thrusts her tongue deep into that hot mouth, taking possession of it like she will die of thirst without this woman, causing more flooding moisture to drip down her thighs beneath her skirt, leaving her underwear a trivial barrier in its wake. She fumbles her hands in an attempt to undo Andy's buttons without breaking their kiss, growling as they don't seem to want to cooperate with her.

"My god Andrèa. What you do to me." Miranda pants as she finally breaks the kiss to finish undoing the buttons. She takes in the sight of Andrèa before her, her lips bee-stung from the intensity of their kisses, leaving behind a wanton look about her. Miranda believes she will never tire of it. She finally gets the irritating buttons undone, and slides her hands under the shirt and over Andrèa's shoulders, pushing the shirt off. Andy lets it fall where it may. Miranda's mouth waters as the sight of Andrèa's Victoria's Secret-clad, full and heavy breasts are revealed to her riveted eyes.

Andy begins tugging at the ties of Miranda's Anna Sui wrap blouse, unwilling to be a passive participant and needing to see Miranda in all her glory as much as it appears Miranda wishes to do with her. She feels like she will expire if she doesn't get her hands on Miranda's flawless creamy skin immediately. They are both panting heavily, turned on more than they believe is possible as Miranda's blouse joins the growing pile of clothes beneath them. Miranda's skirt is next to fall victim to Andy's fingers, as she drags down the zipper at an almost snail's pace before pushing it down over Miranda's hips, allowing it to fall as she follows, falling to the ground on her knees.

"Oh God." She murmurs as she is brought face to face with the evidence of Miranda's desire for her. She can see the soaked patch on her La Perla's and the light reflects off the moisture accruing on her thighs.

Looking up at Miranda, who just watches her from beneath hooded dark eyes, Andy wraps her hands around Miranda's hips, pulling them towards her, and burying her face in the junction to inhale deeply of the musky scent that invades her senses and threatens to overwhelm her. Flicking her tongue out she presses it directly to the hardened nub she can just feel the outline of through the panties, causing Miranda to suck in a shuddering inhale, as her hand finds the back of Andy's head, pressing the brunette's face further into her.

"Andrèa." Just a whispered entreaty of her name, and it does things to Andy so deep she has no name for as she drags her fingers up the inside of Miranda's thighs, gathering the moisture and pulls back to press them into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Miranda as she makes a show of it.

"Mmm." Andy moans around her fingers.

Miranda's eyes flutter and close as she throws her head back shuddering; the sight of Andrèa on her knees, almost in supplication, and tasting her is almost too much to bear. Andy leans back in to give a quick suck to Miranda's clit through the sodden material, invoking a deep groan from the woman above her before returning to her feet, popping the buttons of her jeans as she does so.

With the hand she just finished cleaning, she cups Miranda's cheek, seeing the Editor's nostrils flare as she catches the scent of them. A soft look passes between them, the love showing clearly in both sets of dilated eyes.

Moving her hand away, Andy murmurs softly. "Why don't you get on the bed? I'll be right there."

She starts pushing her jeans down when a strong grip wraps around her wrists, stopping the motion. She looks at Miranda, questioning. "Let me?"

Andy can only nod wordlessly at the sight of Miranda, clad only in panties and bra, dropping to her own knees tugging Andy's jeans down as she goes, before assisting her to step out of them, Andy's hand bracing on one of her shoulders.

A deep growl emerges from Miranda as the scent of Andrèa's arousal wafts over her. The jeans fall to reveal the brunette's own underwear, the gauzy material doing nothing to hide the aroma of it as the jeans had done.

The growl rolls over Andy causing her to quiver in its aftermath, the pull in her lower region impossible to ignore, her hands scrabbling at Miranda's shoulders to pull her back to her feet. The moment Miranda gains her feet Andy is tugging her towards the bed. The primal part of her controlling her, pushing forth her need to claim, take, possess Miranda. Now. She is so lost in her lust for Miranda she doesn't think to stop and question the urge.

Miranda's inner Dragon senses and briefly protests this, also needing to be the one to claim first but it bows to Andrèa in the wake of the overwhelming rush of love the Editor feels for the woman, the first person ever, will bring her to her knees, she knows it and Miranda will do so willingly and exult in it.

Andy presses at Miranda's shoulder, pushing her onto the bed, and she watches, a fire burning in her eyes as Miranda scoots back and up to the centre of the bed. The brunette slinks after her, crawling up and over Miranda until she is hovering lengthwise above her. Lowering herself until she is barely pressed against the Editor, a soft growling hiss leaves her at the sensation of feeling Miranda against her.

I love you, Miranda. Endlessly. She thinks, claiming the tantalizing lips of the woman below her.

And I, you. Is the only response Miranda can give as she yields to the claim of her Mate.

Andy braces her weight on one arm as she trails her fingers up and down Miranda's side, delighting in the shivers it's causing. Gliding across her thighs to the inner most part and back again. Pressing gently against Miranda's underwear in an unpredictable dance as she works to increase Miranda's need.

Finally the Editor can take no more and she begs for Andrèa's touch where she needs it most, her legs parting further in a bid to entice the other woman. "Andrèa… please?"

Andy chuckles wickedly as she slides between Miranda's legs, pressing her pelvis into Miranda as she lowers her head to nuzzle at the other woman's chest, sliding her tongue under the edges of the bra in a weak attempt to push it down, just catching the edges of her nipples. Miranda thrusts her chest up at Andy even as she struggles to get her arm behind to undo her own clasp. Eventually she achieves this, and emits a low, deep throaty groan as Andrèa wastes no time in latching onto the exposed nipple, flicking her tongue across the pebbled nub as she sucks as much of the globe into her mouth as she can.

After several moments of this Andy rises up on her knees, allowing Miranda to remove the bra completely and toss it to the side. Andy cannot help but stare as the most perfect pair of breasts she has ever seen are revealed to her wonderstruck eyes.

"Miranda…" Andy moans, reaching out to touch the orbs. She pinches, pulls, strokes and rubs until Miranda is a writhing mess under her, panting in her urgently rising need. Andy finally moves on, leaning over to press her lips once more to Miranda's willing and waiting one's before nuzzling down the the Editor's jawline, tongue slipping out to taste the saltiness of her skin before she returns the favor of earlier, capturing the corner of Miranda's shoulder and neck that was calling to her oh-so-sweetly. Biting down gently drags a long drawn-out moan from the other woman.

"Andrèa… please… please… stop teasing." Gasping, the older woman tries to grab the brunette's hand intent on pushing it down as quickly as possible.

Andy stops this immediately, leaning back on her haunches, and grinning wickedly at the woman below her. "Nuh uh. Hold on for me just a little while longer Miranda, I promise it will be worth it." She trails her fingers lightly across the torso and stomach in front of her, watching the ripples from her touch, fascinated. After long moments of this, she eventually hooks her fingers into the sides of Miranda's panties, pausing to look up in question, always one for making sure and Miranda nods, before Andy glides the delicate material teasingly down over sleek thighs, and toned calves, eventually tossing them aside.

Needing to feel Miranda with no barrier between them, Andy sheds her own underwear before lying back atop Miranda, sliding between her thighs so perfectly, it feels like the space was made only for her. Both of them moan in approval at the full-body contact, and Andy cannot wait any longer. She slides her hand down between them, and finally… Finally presses the length of her fingers along Miranda's lips, sliding them back and forth; they are instantly soaked. She looks up at Miranda in awe as the other woman keens at her touch, her legs wrapping around Andy's hips.

"Please please please, Andrèa. Need…" Miranda pants brokenly. "Need you. Inside… Please!" She begs.

Andy thinks they both have had enough of a wait and, without warning swiftly presses three fingers into Miranda, delving knuckle deep as her palm presses hard against the other woman's clit, claiming Miranda's body and soul in one move. The brunette groans as the silky walls of Miranda's channel envelope her fingers. Miranda arches, opening and trying to take Andy as deep as she possibly can.

"Ungh! God yes. Fuck me, Andrèa. Make me yours. Now." Her voice is nothing but a deep, guttural, belly rumbling growl.

Andy complies, beginning a pace that is as hard and fast as she is capable of. Her hand twisting and her fingers seeking that soft, spongy spot on Miranda's front wall she knows is there. Miranda's eyes roll back and she cannot keep them open, barely holding back the impending orgasm once Andy makes it her mission to hit that spot on every deep thrust.

"More." Miranda demands, needing to feel absolutely full of Andrèa. Andy gapes at her momentarily before sliding a fourth finger smoothly in on the next thrust. "Yes! God, Andrèa, yes!" Miranda growls.

A few minutes of Andrèa powerfully thrusting into her and she knows she is close. Too close! She reaches out, scrambling for the brunette's pumping arm, catching it and holding it still while she shakes uncontrollably.

"What? Did I do…"

"No!" Miranda stops Andy's question immediately, sliding her own hand down Andrèa's sides, slipping into Andrèa with the feeling of coming home. Oh, she feels amazing wrapped around her fingers. She begins a slow thrusting, seeking the same spot Andrèa found within her, while releasing her grip on the hand Andrèa has buried within her. She opens her eyes to find Andrèa's. "Together?"

Andy's face lights up and she nods. "Oh! Yes!" Beginning to thrust into Miranda again, keeping pace with the fingers plunging into her own, wet depths.

Their eyes lock as their tempo increases together, their voices mingling in the air as they vocalise their intense pleasure, needing the other to know how they feel. Andy's head drops into the crook of Miranda's neck, unable to hold her head up anymore, the pleasure just too much. She knows she is so close, and can feel Miranda is too. The Editor's walls clench and ripple against her fingers, signaling the beginnings of her impending bliss and Andy can feel her own orgasm following swiftly behind.

It crashes over both of them in a burst of heat, light and unending pleasure. Oblivious of their actions both sets of teeth latch onto the soft and tender corner of the neck beneath their lips, breaking skin, one set of elongated incisors sliding deeper than the other. A mutual growl echoes around the room. "MINE!" The intense pleasure of the bite only adds to their euphoria.

So lost in their own pleasure, neither see the light pouring out of them both, nor the diaphanous wings shimmer into existence on Andy's back before disappearing once more. Their bodies arch for long, endless minutes as wave over wave crashes over and into them before they finally collapse, one on top of the other, sated finally.

I love you. That's the last conscious thought both push toward the other before they pass out in a mutual sweet; blissful oblivion.

Their Mating Bond is complete. At last.