They lie there for long minutes recuperating, Miranda's hands running soft patterns over Andy's back. Their breathing takes time to settle, along with their heart rates. Andy's head rests against Miranda's chest, her heart a soothing lub-dub, lub-dub in her ear. Though there is an odd little echo behind it. As she listens, she realises she can also hear her own heartbeat, a quiet gasp escaping her as she realises it is thudding along in sync with Miranda's.

"Mmm, yes." Miranda murmurs. "Our hearts are in sync. They have been since both Bonds completed earlier tonight. The 'odd little echo' is the beat of my dragon heart while in human form. Also beating in time with yours, My Andrèa."

Andy finds she likes the idea of Miranda's hearts beating in time with hers, and lifts her head, gazing softly up at the Editor. "I would like to see your Dragon form at some point soon, my love. I think you would be just as stunning as a Dragon, as much as you are in this form." Running her hands down Miranda's sides. "I think Ciri is going to be very pretty too. The play of colours on her scales is gorgeous already."

"They are, rather. Aren't they?" Miranda agrees. She glances over at the clock on the mantle, a little astounded to find it is 3am. We should, perhaps, consider returning to bed Andrèa, it is 3am." Andy shifts off the top of her, and sitting up, she is surprised to find Andrèa sliding to the floor on her knees.

"Mmm soon." She says. "I have a much better idea for right now, and I'd like to repay you for that utterly divine orgasm you just gave me even though I know you came as well." Andy winks at her, and Miranda blushes at the realisation that she had, indeed, come untouched. Unheard of for her. Andy gives her knees a gentle tug, separating them, and finding Miranda naked beneath the horrid ugly robe robe Andy remembers from Paris is almost enough to send her feral. Miranda's scent hits her like a freight train as close as she is. She groans. "Oh my god. You've been naked under this the entire time?! God! If I'd known that I certainly wouldn't have been able to concentrate on anything serious."

She dives in without warning, her tongue sliding between Miranda's lips and running from perineum to clit as she proceeds to clean up the remaining fluids from their joint satisfaction. She cannot help moaning at the taste of her Mate, and Miranda flops backwards with a whimper, her eyes closing, pushing her pelvis closer to Andy's questing mouth, unable to deny her as her hands wrap around Andy's head, pulling her further into her..

Andy moves her tongue without direction, determined to taste every part of Miranda she can, the sounds she is releasing are positively filthy and vibrate against Miranda, adding to her heightening pleasure. She plunges into Miranda's passage at random intervals before sweeping up to slide around her clit, each touch causing Miranda to gush more, leaving Andy delighted as more fluid sluices out of her. Her effect on Miranda in turn causes her own need to rise, and she doesn't even hesitate before sliding her own hand below the waistband of her pants and plunging them into herself.

Miranda is aware the second Andrèa sinks into herself and her eyes snap open and she looks down with an audible gasp as her eyes take in the vision of Andrèa between her knees, looking thoroughly debauched as she pleasures Miranda and herself. It causes her need to rise even higher as a long, drawn out moan escapes her. "Andrèa!"

Andy's gaze lifts and locks onto the Editor's and her movements become even more frantic, as she drives three fingers deep into Miranda as well. Her lips close around Miranda's clit and she sucks hard, her eyes never wavering from Miranda's. Miranda drowns in that ravenous look, as her body spirals, unrelenting towards her peak and she can feel Andrèa right there with her, along for the ride as the other woman bucks against her own hand.

Andrèa finds that spot deep within her, and it makes Miranda throw back her head and wail, as she frantically rides the brunette's face. "Yes. Right there. God! Don't… Don't stop…" Miranda is panting now, every muscle straining towards climax. Needing it.

Andy has no intention of stopping, pumping both hands as hard as she can, taking them to the edge and throwing them both over it. Miranda's eyes lock, once more onto Andy's.

Andy is thankful the Editor's thighs clamp around her head as Miranda comes with a deafening bellow. "ANDRÈA!"

The steam rolling pleasure roiling within her overshadows Miranda's surprise as she observes fairy wings, of all things, emerge from Andrèa's back. There is a brief thought of how beautiful they are before the pleasure takes over again.

Both of them tumble and fall into ecstasy as Andy keeps thrusting, taking them through it and beyond into a second, smaller climax, leaving them collapsed and panting as Andy withdraws slowly, causing the brunette to grunt at the emptiness. Andy's head rests against Miranda's lower abdomen and Miranda is slumped against the back of the sofa.

Andy chuckles once she regains some control over her breathing. "We can head to bed now, if you like."

Miranda's breathy, tinkling laugh in response tickles across Andy's eardrums. "Certainly. Once I regain control of my faculties."

A few minutes pass with their heaving panting slowly returning to normal before Miranda continues. "Perhaps, tomorrow we might also investigate why you sprouted wings mid orgasm too."

Andy struggles to push her head up from where it is comfortably resting against Miranda as she twists it from side to side, attempting to look over her shoulders. "Um… what?""

The Editor rolls her head, attempting to look at Andy. "They've disappeared now, but I doubt I was seeing things, other than the stars you were causing of course." She smirks at the brunette still between her thighs.

Andy returns the smirk with a brief smile. "Ugh." Andy's head drops back onto Miranda, causing the woman to release a soft 'oof!' and wraps her arms around the supine Editor's waist. "Nope!" She grumbles, muffled as she is by Miranda's stomach. "I am far too relaxed and exhausted to deal with that right now."

It takes them several more minutes to gather themselves before Andy finally climbs to her feet with a groan. "Should not have stayed on my knees so long." She chuckles. "Worth it though." Sending a heated look towards Miranda, before she holds out her hand to the older woman. "C'mon. There is a shower calling our name and then we can sleep, alright?"

Miranda accepts Andy's hand before rising gracefully, pulling Andrèa into her once she finds her feet. "A shower sounds divine. A shower with you, even better." She claims Andy's mouth once more in a fiery kiss that leaves both of them panting, as she palms Andy's backside through her pyjama pants.

As they pull apart, Andy looks at her in amazement. "You cannot be ready again so soon?"

"Do not underestimate Dragon stamina, Andrèa. Especially in the newly Mated." She winks suggestively before she grasps Andy's hand, leading her upstairs.

They end up taking an extra long shower, leaving them both with shaking legs before they get out, barely drying themselves before they collapse into the bed, curling around one another in blissful contentment, sated for now as they finally fall asleep somewhere around five in the morning.

They wake around 10am, and after another long-winded leisurely session of love-making, they eventually rise and decide neither wish to expend the energy making brunch. Miranda concludes X20 Xaviers on The Hudson is an acceptable alternative. Before they leave Andy questions whether Miranda is worried that their relationship will be exposed and is told, quite succinctly, that Miranda is neither worried, nor cares if it is.

"This is forever, Andrèa. If they wish to work themselves into a tizzy over it, so be it." She waves her hand dismissively. "Page Six can do what they like with the information. I have never bowed to the masses, nor hidden myself, and I'll not be doing so now I have the love of my life on my arm. I will not hide my Mate from the world."

Andy blushes at this before planting a sweet, hot kiss on Miranda in hopes of conveying just how wonderful those words make her feel inside.

They spent an unhurried hour and a half enjoying each other's company, and sharing a delightful menu as they enjoyed the views of the Hudson, ignoring the paparazzi on their arrival and departure.

After returning home, they set about digging through Miranda's extensive library, before the twins return home and Ciri needing to be collected, hoping to find the cause of Andy's sudden case of 'Fairy Wings'. After sleeping on it, the reporter had decided she didn't care how they came to be, and chose instead to be grateful for any advantage that would help her survive in the coming conflict.

They find several references to Fae traits appearing during times of heightened emotional responses, but everything they stumble on infers a previous knowledge of Fae heritage. Which Andy definitely does not have, and given the circumstance with her parents, is unlikely to discover anything attempting to find out through them.

If they have decided she is no longer their daughter given her choice to raise Ciri alone, and her inability to just not be gay, like they demanded, finding out she is with Miranda, of all people, will just exacerbate the situation.

Andy is completely aware of her parents' vitriol towards her Mate, given the endless lectures she received almost every phone call home about how Runway was turning Andy into someone they no longer recognised, especially after her father's disastrous visit, and before she finally walked away in Paris.

Around 4pm, Andy tosses the book she is reading onto the table with a huff of frustration. Miranda eyes her curiously, aware of her Mate's discontent with the lack of useful information. That's not to say it wasn't interesting and informative, it just doesn't cover the basics of 'What To Do When Your Human Sprouts Wings; A Definitive Guide. Which would make a good book title, Miranda thinks, snorting in amusement at the thought.

Andy catches the thought and it lifts her frustration somewhat and she smirks at her partner in response.

"Tell me, Andrèa. How far back can you trace your lineage?"

"Um…maybe two generations that I know of." Getting a glimmer of Miranda's current thought process. "Possibly more if I dig into the Cinci public archives. Dad used to say we were born and bred Cinci folk, going back to the early to mid 1800's but I don't know names or anything." Andy shrugs. "Family history never really interested me. Mom's parents were Fogarty's."

Miranda hums. "Might I suggest you possibly focus on your Mother's side?"

"Okay. I can do that. Can I ask why?"

"Just a feeling." Miranda answers. "Fogarty is typically an Irish name. I was acquainted with a few in, oh what year was it? 1806, maybe? I was residing in Ireland, at the time. I was Maeve, then." She sees Andy's smirk at her. "Yes, yes. Another M name. It's easier to remember who you are when you take on a new person if you have some connection to the original."

"What is your true name?" Andy doesn't know why she phrases it as so, but listens to her instincts.

Miranda arches an eyebrow in question. "My true Draconic name or my first human name?"

"Uh… both?" Andy shrugs with a small chuckle. "I want to know everything about you, Miranda."

"My True name is Eirwen, which means Blessed Snow. Fitting, I suppose given recent monikers. My original human name was Miah. Quite old fashioned, if I'm being honest. Its meaning is Much Dearest Person. As the single birth my mother had, quite fitting also, I believe."

Andy nods in agreement. "I like them both. Eirwen is quite pretty." She tried to say it the way Miranda did with a growl on the R, but it came out sounding a little different.

Miranda flushes and a shudder runs through her. "You should probably refrain from attempting Draconic accents in your English until you know Draconic, my darling." That version of my name is only appropriate in a bedroom setting.

Andy smirks. "Oh really?" She does it again.

"Andrèa…" Miranda is practically whining. "We do not have the time to indulge again. The twins will be home shortly, and one of us needs to collect Cirilla if we are to dine with Nigel this evening."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." She is still smiling though. "How about I call Roy and go collect our youngest? You can take care of dinner?"

"I shall not be cooking, Andrèa. My skills in the kitchen are laughable at best, and utterly abysmal at their worst. I could probably manage some toast on a good day."

Andy just shakes her head at her, chuckling. "I'm sure it is not beyond your skills to pick up the phone then and call S&W or something?"

"Why would I do that?" Miranda mutters, straight-faced. "I have assistants to do these menial things for me."

Andy is horrified and it shows clearly on her face. "Miranda… its-it's Sunday."

"I am aware, My Andrèa." Miranda's face cracks into a brilliant smile as she chuckles. "I am kidding, my darling. Give me a kiss and go collect our rambunctious daughter. I can certainly manage to order dinner without disturbing the simpletons." Her smile remains, showing Andy she is still joking.

Andy skirts the table, leaning over the Editor to do as she requests, prolonging it as she delves deeply into her mouth. Kissing Miranda is proving positively addicting.

"Mmm." Andy finally manages to draw herself backwards. "Right," She almost stumbles as she attempts to reverse her path. "Gotta go get Ciri. Hold that thought, Beautiful, and we will continue later this evening after our children are in bed."

Miranda, only slightly reluctantly, lets her go. "Hurry back, my Darling. Nigel will be arriving at 6.30."

Andy makes it to Emily's and Serena's in good time. The Sunday traffic making the trip more expeditious than usual. As she does with both the townhouse and the E-C building now, she senses the Wards as she crosses them before making her way up the Charleton's apartment in the lift. She is eager to see her daughter, this being the longest they had been apart since Ciri was born, and the little girl's very first sleepover without her mother.

Ciri is happy to see her Mama, and after greeting Emily and Serena she makes her excuses, knowing Miranda is waiting. The ladies understand her need not to be away from Miranda for long, and insist on walking them down to the waiting town-car, Emily carrying Ciri in an attempt to keep hold of her Goddaughter for as long as possible.

As they step out of the building's door and across the Wards, they are approached by a group of men, all with a shimmering blue aura around them. Andy counts at least eight, and without hesitation, shoves Emily back inside the door, closing it between them. Her daughter's scared cry for her Mama echoing in her ears before being muffled by the closed door.

She turns to face the group, a snarl on her lips as she pays attention to where each one is, thankful she has already begun her lessons with Fred. They are all smirking and leering at her as they stand between the town-car and Serena and herself, not doing much more than attempting to surround them and block them in. She sees Roy get out of the car on the other side, a large, decorative ax in hand, and she subtly shakes her head at him to wait. Better to find out what they want and delay them. She knows Miranda is on her way.

"What do you want?" Andy demands, growling an order at Serena to stay back as she holds her back with a press of her hand against her stomach.

"Andy." A hiss.

"No! I will deal with him." A definitive growl. Serena growls ineffectively in response. She cannot ignore an order from her Matriarch's Mate.

"Well now." One of them, the leader of the pack, Andy assumes, steps forward. He is an ugly looking specimen of a male, with a crooked nose, and a long, jagged scar running from just above his right brow, skipping over his eye and continuing down and across his cheek, almost to his ear. It certainly did not add to his overall appeal. "We want the Kit."

"I will not allow you to harm one hair on her precious head. You must have smacked your not-so-pretty head on the pavement if you think that's going to happen." Andy sneers, channeling Miranda's coldest look and directing it at him.

Serena snorts behind her, finding it uncanny just how much Andy reminded her of her Matriarch right then.

He laughs. "We don't want to hurt her. She is to be one of us. We will raise her as our own. So, call your little Draconic friend back out here and hand her over and no-one will get hurt. If you don't, we'll kill you, her Life-Bond here, and this guy too." He thumbs over his shoulder at Roy. "I mean, we have you outnumbered almost three to one. This is not going to end well if you fight us, like I see you're thinking about."

Andy knows instinctively he is lying about not hurting them, regardless of whether they hand Ciri over or not. Her hackles rise, and she feels a light flutter in the air behind her, followed by a gasp from Serena, as she settles into the defence-stance Fred painstakingly taught her.

"Well," He smirks at his cronies. "What a feast day for us. A Dragon, a Fairy, and an Elf. A three course meal, wonderful. And a bonus childe at the end of it, to raise against the Dragons!"

Then, he charges at Andy.