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Andy lay against the lush pillows of Miranda’s suite. They had finally spent the night together. It had been great, wonderful, astronomical, and all the other similarly sublime words in the dictionary. It had been everything she could have expected it to be and so much more because it was Miranda Priestley’s bed she was waking up in after all. It was Miranda’s mouth that had kissed its way down throat and had suckled passion from her nipples. It was Miranda’s finger’s that had set fire to her skin when they had trailed up her naked thighs and then teased her until she could no longer remember her own name and had shouted Miranda’s name like a mad woman in the dark room.

It had been glorious and a long time coming, which only made it even better.

Expectation and anticipation, Miranda had been right when she’d pushed her away so many times when she’d been desperate to do so much more than kissing even if it was in the back seat of the town-car. The wait had only made it better.

Now she lay there in the early morning light surrounded by the faint smell of sex and Miranda’s perfume, listening as Paris woke up slowly outside the window. She felt herself smile as she looked at Miranda’s face in sleep. She looked beautiful, peaceful, and sated. There was nothing of the devil that all the clackers ran away from at the Runway.

No trace of the Dragon Lady, it was more like Sleeping Beauty.

She chuckled at her own silliness. Miranda would not approve. But Miranda was still asleep and Andy would do what she wanted while Miranda slept. She would indulge in all the things Miranda would disapprove of.
She let her fingers play with the ends of Miranda’s short silver hair. She let her eyes follow the length of

Miranda’s nose and the curve of the woman’s lips.

Those lips where what Andy dreamed of for the last few months. She could never get enough of Miranda’s lips. Miranda was the only thing she ever seemed to dream about anymore. Not that she was complaining. She could dream about Miranda forever and not get bored. Just like she could look at Miranda forever.

Her eyes settled on Miranda’s nose again and she felt her lips lift into a smile. Miranda’s nose always made her smile. Andy thought it was cute which was weird, but still she couldn’t help.

She just couldn’t help getting wrapped up in Miranda. She tried not to because she didn’t want to get hurt and because she didn’t know what the hell this whole thing with Miranda really was. But no matter how many times she had tried to talk herself out of kissing Miranda, out of thinking and dreaming about her, she couldn’t do it. Miranda had her in the palm of her hand and worst still the woman knew it.

But it still didn’t scare her enough to run the other way because Miranda was well Miranda. You just didn’t give up someone like Miranda no matter how scared you got.

Nope she was sticking around.

She was sticking around because she they had only spent one night together and already Miranda had taken up all the space in her mind. One night was apparently all it took for Miranda to erase any previous lovers and even previous loves. One night and Andy could no longer remember what it felt like to be touched by some else.

She was sticking around because she doubted very much that she’d be able to live without Miranda Priestly now that she knew every curve on her body and every line on her face. Now that she knew the taste of Miranda’s pleasure and had heard her name escape Miranda’s lips as her world exploded around her.

Andy was sticking around because it wasn’t just about emergency make-up sessions anymore. Miranda was her new love. As far as her heart and mind were concerned she was her only love.