This evening had been one of Andy's greatest. She had kissed - actually kissed - Miranda no less than ten times and each time was so much better than the last. That in itself seemed impossible because the first one was utter heaven.

"They are both out for the night," Miranda said softly, breaking Andy's preoccupation.

"They're great kids Miranda, you've done a marvellous job," Andy said with a smile as Miranda slid between the glass and Andy's body.

"Mmm, they are, thank you," she said quietly, taking one of Andy's hands from the window and wrapping it around her torso. Andy closed her eyes as Miranda caressed the fingers that were resting lightly on her stomach. "Though I cannot take all the credit. I do not see them nearly as much as I'd like to," Miranda sighed softly. "They see more of Cara than of me."

"But your time with them is absolute," Andy supplied helpfully. "You don't allow work or anything to come between the time you spend with them. I can't tell you the number of times I wished my Dad would just put his work down and watch me do something," she chuckled morosely. "I guess that was payback."

"Hmm?" Miranda asked without speaking and Andy explained about the "Miami Incident" as she liked to call it.

"I should not have gone," Miranda sighed, her head lolling and Andy's shoulder. "I knew it, that I should have stayed, but Irv was," she groaned. "Irv was whining about the budget and I needed it to be perfect, and then -"

"Mother Nature is something to be reckoned with," Andy said quietly. "Not even Miranda Priestly can contend."

Miranda hummed but fell silent. Andy wondered what she was thinking, but for once was happy to let the woman have her secrets. She swayed them gently as they looked out over the city. It wasn't the best view in New York City, but Andy couldn't deny it was pretty damn good. And with Miranda tucked so comfortably in her arms, it was the best damn view in the world.

"You smell so very good," Andy whispered into Miranda's ear.

Miranda preened under her as she layered kisses from hair to her shoulder, suddenly biting down on the tendon in her neck.

"Andréa," she moaned quietly, entwining their fingers. One hand reached up to grip Andy's neck and the other squeezed the fingers over the top of Miranda's stomach. Andy could already feel the muscles twitching beneath her palm.

"You are everything," Andy whispered, tracing the shell of Miranda's ear with her tongue. "My everything."

"My Andréa."

Andy groaned when Miranda, no longer able to contain herself, spun in her arms and pulled her face down for a kiss. It quickly went from a lovingly sweet kiss to a passionate fight for dominance. Andy growled as Miranda sucked on her tongue, biting it hard, making Andy cry out and Miranda smirk.

"Oh, so that's how you want it?" Andy said with a wicked glint in her eye.

Andy took control, and with surprising ease, gripped Miranda's beautiful backside and lifted her up. She grinned victoriously when Miranda's perfectly toned legs wrapped around her hips. She pushed them both forward pinning Miranda against the window.

"Is this what you want?" she mumbled as she nipped at Miranda's perfect skin. "Is this what you want? Does it turn you on that right now your beautiful body is pressed up against the window for everyone to see?"

"Oh."

Andy pulled gently on Miranda's shirt as the woman's hands scrunched in her hair, kneading Andy's scalp. She popped open each button, salivating at the expanse of skin that opened up before her. She met Miranda's eyes as she trailed a finger from collarbone to a nipple, running her finger in a circle around it.

"Andréa, yes." Miranda rolled her hips gently as Andy cupped her breast, then slipped inside her bra. "Please." She whispered, oh so quietly.

"Are you begging Miranda?" she said cheekily as she unhooked the La Perla bra.

"Urgh," Miranda muttered, and Andy couldn't help but giggle at it. "Of course not," she moaned as Andy took a swollen nipple into her mouth, sucking it strongly. Andy hummed as she pulled it gently away from Miranda's body and let it go with a pop.

"I think you were," Andy said running her hands up the perfect hips and tracing the garter clips holding up Miranda's stockings.

"Nonsense," Miranda muttered, tangling her fingers back in Andy's hair and pulling her back to her breasts. "Do not stop what you are doing."

Andy stopped altogether, and Miranda practically whined.

"I'm the one in control here my love," she said, biting down suddenly on Miranda's nipple. The sound that Miranda made as Andy's fingers found her weeping centre at the same time made Andy's knees go weak. Nothing else mattered and Miranda groaned wantonly, pushing her body away from the glass. The unexpected movement was enough to make them wobble precariously.

"We need a bed," Andy said suddenly, making Miranda groan.

"No, I'm sure we don't," Miranda pleaded.

"Yes love, we do," Andy chuckled, setting her back down to her feet. "There is no way that our first time will be up against a window. I want to see you, all of you. I want to do things to your body that will have you screaming my name so loud the whole neighbourhood will hear it."

Miranda chuckled and leaned seductively against the desk. Her shirt was open, her breasts were out over her bra and her skirt hiked up high on her hips. Andy had the urge to bend her over it right then.

"Then you'd best hurry Andrea," Miranda said, holding out her hand. Andy smiled evilly and scooped Miranda up.

"You just giggled," she pointed out quietly, as they crept passed the twins rooms.

"I did not," Miranda shot back with a glare, daring Andy to say it again.

"You did and I am so going to get you to do it again before I'm done with you Priestly," Andy said with a growl as she dropped Miranda unceremoniously on her bed.

"Is that right," the woman said. Andy ripped off her clothes, thankful that they were pretty but no couture. She leapt onto the bed and pushed Miranda back, straddling a thigh as she undid the pretty clips and rolled the stockings down her legs.

"Oh yeah," Andy whispered, pulling the skirt off as well.

If Miranda was worried about it sailing across the room over Andy's shoulder, she didn't say anything. In fact, once the shirt was thrown unceremoniously onto the floor along with the bra and panties, Andy had stopped thinking altogether. She settled between Miranda's legs, pulling them up over her thighs.

"I'm gonna you do things to you that you can't imagine."

"You are awfully sure of yourself," Miranda said, tracing nonsensical patterns on Andy's arms. Any skin she could reach it seemed.

"I have been imagining this moment for months. Since that moment when your eyes started travelling up and down my body," Miranda groaned. Andy paused, feeling a sense of maudlin creeping in. "I miss that. I can't help thinking that soon we're going to wake up and go right back to our miserable half-lives."

"I am here," Miranda said with a fire in her eyes that stirred Andy more than she could cope with.

"And so am I," Andy replied with a smile, capturing Miranda's lips and suddenly filling her with two fingers

Miranda moaned. Loudly. It prompted Andy to kiss her deeper, swallowing the delicious sounds she was making. It certainly wouldn't do for them to be discovered.

"You like that?" Andy whispered, letting her breasts hang down over Miranda's face. Her pace faltered slightly as Miranda took her nipple between her teeth.

"Yessss," Miranda hissed, wrapping her legs tighter around Andy's hips, opening herself wider.

"Let go, my love," Andy moaned. Miranda's breathing shortened and the grip on Andy's hair got tighter. "Let go."

Miranda's back bowed and she stopped breathing altogether. Andy watched with wide eyes as Miranda chanted Andy's name in reverence. The body around her fingers her body pulsed. Andy was as sure as she'd ever been as Miranda fell apart before her. She knew she would never give this up, could never give this up. Miranda was hers now and she would defend her with all she had.

"You're mine Priestly," she said harshly, surprising herself. She started moving her fingers, sliding against the still rippling skin. A little deeper. A little rougher, tumbling Miranda over the edge once more.

Andy couldn't help but come with Miranda the second time. Rubbing her wet centre against Miranda's thigh, she groaned as her body clenched.

"I believe you are trying to kill me," Miranda said breathlessly, stroking Andy's hair as her head rested on Miranda's chest where she fell.

"Pfft, are you kidding?" Andy mumbled into her shoulder, biting down gently on Miranda's collarbone. "We've only just started."

She rolled over, bringing Miranda with her and letting her rest on her body instead. They would sleep for now, but later, perhaps after a little sleep, Andy would begin again. They had the rest of their lives, for sure, but they'd only ever have this first night.