Title: Interference – Part 2

Author: Brithna

Beta: Peetsden -but I couldn't keep my hands off of it this time so there will probably be some mistakes here and there.

Fandom: Devil Wears Prada

Pairing: Miranda/ Andy

Summary: Continuation of Part 1

Interference – Part 2

Oh, holy fuck. Andy rubbed her temples as she made her way toward to the airport exit. Could that have seriously gone any worse? Yes, yes it could have. Miranda could have really gone totally off the charts; but she held back and looked fucking sexy doing it. It was mind-blowing really, that Andy could be so upset with her father yet still be so turned-on by that damn suit…and the way Miranda had defended her was just…argh. Fucking sexy were the only two words Andy could come up with.

But no matter how fucking sexy Miranda was…Andy's dad really had hurt her. How many ways are there to tell your kid that she's just that – a kid, and can't take care of herself? Andy guessed there had to be a thousand ways and she also guessed that she was doomed to hear them all. And what in holy hell had she been thinking to invite him to actually step foot inside Runway? Really…what had she been thinking? Like that was the worst idea she'd had since spending twenty seconds walking in the opposite direction as Miranda that one idiotic and fateful day in Paris. Yeah, that had turned out just great…like trying to separate yourself from the magnet that's stuck to your back. Thank God that magnet had stayed right there on those steps and burned two icy blue holes into her until she turned around.

So after today's biggest mistake ever; dropping her Dad off at the airport was the highlight of her afternoon and for now it was: good riddance. He would not be coming back here unless she specifically invited him and he would definitely not be coming alone. If her mother wasn't with him then he wasn't welcome. She hated to do it but she would gladly use her mother as a buffer between them if she had to. But that was a long way off. Andy was in no mood to see either of them for a good long while.

Once Andy acquired a Grande Carmel Macchiato to drown her sorrows in from a Starbucks kiosk, she headed out of the airport and into the waiting car; sinking into the seat, grateful for the peace.

"Hey, Roy?"

"Yeah, Andy." Roy looked at her in the rear view mirror as he pulled onto the highway.

"Can you just…I don't know…drive around for a bit?"

"Need time to clear your head?" He smiled at her.

"You could say that…and hey I apologize for my dad. He was rude…that wasn't right." Richard had made a dramatic show out of opening and closing his own door. Andy knew Roy was offended. To Roy that was his job and if you didn't let him do his job then why was he getting paid? Roy was old fashioned that way.

"Ah, Andy that's no problem. I'm just sorry he acted that way toward you. He gives you such a hard time. If you ask me he should be happy his daughter turned out so well. Not to mention beautiful."

"Oh, Roy." Andy said quietly. If he kept going she was going to cry and she had been making a really good effort not to do that today.

"Hey, it's the truth. You're a good, hard-working woman Andy; don't let anyone tell you different. A couple of years ago you were just a snot nosed kid still learning and chasing after Miranda. Now you're a beautiful young woman who…well if you stop and think about it…you're her right hand and sometimes her left too! You're a cut above honey. It's a shame he doesn't realize that."

And here came a few quiet tears. "Wow…I don't know what to say Roy. Thanks." If he wasn't behind the wheel of a moving car, Andy would hug him until he couldn't breathe. She really had changed a lot in the past few years and Roy was right. There was no task that was impossible if she tried hard enough and with enough forethought and planning in place, there was hardly any need to run around freaking out. Andy just knew. She just knew what Miranda wanted and needed and could anticipate nearly every mood swing. Life was still crazy but it was damn sight easier than it used to be.

"Don't say anything. Just sit back and relax. I'll drive you around the park of something. No worries."

Just as Andy took another sip of her coffee, her phone went off with a text message alert.

MP: How are things?

How are things…not 'where are you?', not 'come back to work', not 'pick more coffee', just…how are things. That was definitely nice.

Andy: He's on a plane now.

Andy wasn't about to tell Miranda that she was wiping the last of her tears away as Roy drove her around with no particular destination in mind.

MP: I see. I have a meeting with Michael Kors at three forty-five. Take all the time you need.

Which meant she needed the car back but didn't want to demand. Andy shook her head and let it fall back onto the seat. Why did she have to be so damn nice today? "Roy, head back. She's got a meeting."

"Got it."

Okay…so her father was on a plane. Good. Very good. But…what did that mean exactly? Andrea had not volunteered any other information than that. Would she come back to the office and lay down her two week notice on Miranda's desk? She should have asked her. She should have just point blank asked her – 'Andrea are you leaving me?'…or something to that effect. Tonight. She would ask her tonight. Definitely.

Miranda put down her Jewel Quest game and finally started climbing the mountain called 'e-mail'. There was a lot to catch up on since she'd wasted every single second of the past few hours.

Thirty minutes later Andrea was back. It took everything in Miranda not to get up and go to her but she managed to stay in her seat. But…that didn't mean she couldn't make Andrea come to her. So she did. "Andrea." Andrea walked in and it was clearly obvious that she had been crying. Not too obvious…but just enough for Miranda's keen eye to notice. And in her view, any amount was too much. She was going to kill Richard.

"You're back." Brilliant. Stating the obvious was beyond ridiculous.

"Yes. Is there something you needed?" Andrea shook the wrist that was adorned with Miranda's gift ever so slightly and kept her gaze fixed on the magazines on Miranda's desk.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. It was okay." She chewed her lip and moved her wrist back and forth again causing the bracelet to shift once more against her skin. It must be some sort of comfort mechanism for her, which was…special. But then again a Grande Carmel Macchiato was also a comfort mechanism for Andrea. Miranda had witnessed that a time or two and considering the girl had one in her hand now….it all fell into place and made perfect sense.

"Very well. I will leave in twenty minutes."

"Roy is already waiting downstairs."

"Good. That's all."

Yet again Miranda did not have the answer she needed but she would by the end of the night. For the next fifteen minutes she organized the icons on her desk top and mapped out a plan for the evening in her mind.

After returning from her meeting, what was left of the day passed quickly. Considering Andrea was out running errands Miranda's concentration had returned…for the most part. There may or may not have been some leveling up in Jewel Quest between a report…or email…or phone call but who was counting? Certainly not Miranda. Beating this game was steadily becoming just as important to Miranda as pissing Irv off at every opportunity was.

Later that evening, it was nearly seven, Andrea was long gone and Emily was hiding out in Serena's office doing God only knew what…something was going on with those two, Miranda was sure of it. As for herself, Miranda was working on a last minute budget report when there was a soft knock on the door. "Yes, what is it?" She looked up to find Jocelyn standing there. "Well? I do not have all night Jocelyn." True, because as soon as she was done looking at this report Miranda was finally getting up to go finish what she'd started ten months ago.

Jocelyn stepped forward, holding something behind her back. "This will only take a moment, Miranda."

"Good because I am fairly busy as you can see."

"I know. I just got off the phone with Andy."

Miranda's chest nearly burst into flames. "Is something wrong? Is she not well?"

Jocelyn raised her free hand up in reassurance. "No, no it's nothing like that. I made up some idiotic excuse to call her. She's home…Miranda, go to her. Emily was right. Go over there and do whatever needs doing to get things moving in the right direction." Miranda felt glued to her chair as Jocelyn's cheeks turned a light shade of red and placed a bottle of wine on Miranda's desk. "It's written all over your faces. Just go. Wine always makes for a fantastic ice-breaker, hm?" She smiled and headed back to her office, leaving Miranda behind to gather her things.

Well that was one of the weirdest phone calls ever, Andy thought as she hung up the phone. Why in the hell was Jocelyn worried about what to get Nigel for his birthday when it was two whole months away? She must be hitting that stash of wine in her office pretty damn hard. Oh well…whatever.

Andy turned the stereo back up and Mozart filled the apartment again. It wasn't exactly one of her favorite CD's…The Requiem…but it was good for her nerves so she cranked it up a few more notches and got back to her book case project. Two weeks ago she bought two huge book cases off a neighbor down the hall that was moving and now all her books, music and a bunch of other crap was stacked on the floor waiting to be transferred to its new home.

The music carried her away as she concentrated on the stack of Runway magazines in front of her instead of the horrible day that was now officially behind her. The magazines would go across the two middle shelves of each book case. God knows she was going to need the room. Andy was the proud owner of nearly every issue as far back as 1980 and was still on the hunt to find the ones she was missing. She would eventually find them. It was…an obsession. When she got to 1986 Andy took what she called 'The Before and After' magazines with her to the couch and carefully removed them from their protective covers. The first one was the month before Miranda's claim to the throne began and the other was the very next month…when everything changed. The differences between the two were incredible, absolutely incredible. Even without all the benefits of today's technology it was a stroke of genius, right down to the font on the binding.

Andy opened the 'After' magazine to Miranda's first Letter from the Editor. Her picture was there. She was beautiful. Already sporting that iconic haircut, her hair was a dark blonde. Miranda's facial expression was set in stone…all business, cold as ice but there was also a fire there hidden in her eyes. That fire and passion for her work was still there today but it wasn't nearly as visible. Miranda was growing tired of it all. Who could blame her? For over twenty years the woman had given everything to her work and after a while that had to become a very heavy burden; even for the most driven and dedicated person that ever lived. That the burden would be easier to carry if Miranda had someone around that loved her like she should be loved…body and soul.

Andy was that someone. All she needed was a chance to prove that to her. If they could just get past the part where they wanted to rip each other's clothes off and do every crazy thing they'd ever dreamed about…well then they could get down to the business of loving each other.

She had to make a move; especially after what had taken place today. Miranda had all but declared ownership of Andy right there in front of her father, not to mention three other people who weren't only her colleagues but her friends. It was all too much to ignore. Tomorrow she would invite Miranda over for dinner after work. Miranda wouldn't say no, Andy was sure of it. Using a simple, straight forward approach Andy would just tell her. Big words and flattery would not be needed. The truth would be good enough for the both of them. And then…well then she'd drag a very willing Miranda into her bedroom and...

A noise broke through the music that surrounded her. She glanced at the door and the noise came again…and the air changed.

Miranda knocked on the door a little harder; wondering if Mozart himself was inside conducting his final work of art. The music was so loud the floor was practically vibrating. But then the volume was lessened and footsteps could be heard. In the next second, Andrea opened the door.

"Hey." She opened the door wide and smiled even wider. This was a good sign.

"Hello." Miranda held up the bottle of wine. "May I come in?"

"Absolutely." Andrea seemed to immediately understand that Miranda was not here as her boss and ushered her inside, putting Miranda's bag on a table by the door. "Sorry about the living room," she said as they passed through it on the way to the kitchen. "I just got those." She motioned to the two book cases and the variety of things stacked on the floor around it.

"They certainly are beautiful." Miranda put the wine bottle on the kitchen counter and admired the space to distract herself just enough to keep from saying something completely stupid. The espresso machine near the refrigerator was quite impressive. Suddenly there were wine glasses and cork screw in front of her.

"Could you open this? I'm horrible at it."

Miranda nodded and took the cork screw from her and they locked eyes as their hands brushed. They held each other's gaze for several moments then Miranda chickened out and looked away, turning her attention to the task she had been given as Andrea disappeared into the living room. Miranda heard the music fade completely then it was replaced by the faint sounds of the television. Miranda had always pictured Andrea as someone who needed constant noise so this told her she was right. Miranda would always need to remember that…

Brushing her hair out of her face, Miranda stood up straight and carried the glasses and wine bottle into the living room. Andrea was on the couch so Miranda took a seat next to her…but not too close.

"This is a very nice place…" There was probably something better to start off with besides that but this was all she could come up with on such short notice; in spite of all her planning.

"Thanks…I've almost been here a year. It's a little dark with the wood floor and wall coloring…but I like it. It feels safe." Andrea took a sip of wine and looked at the television for a moment. Her need to feel safe also fit Miranda's profile of her perfectly.

In fact just being inside Andrea's apartment for five minutes helped Miranda understand a few things better. The dark, rich colors of the flooring, the walls…even the furniture were some of the tools that provided Andrea a certain amount emotional protection. The music…noise, the bracelet…the Carmel Macchiato served as the emotional comfort. These small details were what Miranda wanted to know more about. She wondered if Andrea recognized any of these same things in Miranda. She probably did. Miranda had a hard time believing there was much that Andrea did not notice in the first place. But honestly, any deep psychological musing on this topic would probably have to wait until Miranda had her fill of all the small details on every inch of Andrea's body….

Finally Miranda realized it was her turn to talk. Suddenly turning mute probably wouldn't be very impressive. "It works in this space. So….how has your evening been?"

"Good so far." Andrea turned slightly to face Miranda, curling a leg underneath her. "I got the weirdest call from Jocelyn though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "She's all worried about Nigel's birthday….which is two months away. Who knows what's up with that?"

"Hm. One never knows with Jocelyn."

"Yeah." Andrea took a sip of wine while Miranda tried not to laugh. She would tell her the truth later…in the morning. Over breakfast.

"Oh, God. Let me moves these." Andrea quickly put her wine glass down and went after the magazines on the coffee table. Seeing the confused look on Miranda's face, Andrea began to explain by holding up the two magazines. "See? 1986."

Miranda eyes focused in and could hardly believe what she saw. "Where did you –"

"Don't ask…but it wasn't easy. I would commit murder if something happen to any of those." She pointed to the book case as she slipped both the magazines back into protective coverings.

"May I?" Miranda nodded toward the two full shelves.

"Sure. Come on." Andrea confidently took her hand, which shocked, but pleased Miranda to no end, and led the way to the book cases then sat down on the floor. Miranda hated to break their contact but let go to take off her suit jacket and slip out of her shoes before joining Andrea on the floor.

"I have nearly everything from 1980 on. I'm missing a few here and there but I keep looking. After I get all those, I'll start going back further. For some reason 1980 seemed like a good place to start."

Miranda was still in shock. She didn't even have this many. "How do you find them?" She said as she picked a random issue and studied the cover. It was a little before her time yet it was no less important to her…for many reasons.

Andrea leaned closer to see which one she was holding. "I have my ways. Oh, I like that one a lot… I got it from a guy in Alaska-mint condition. What the hell he ever wanted with it is beyond me. But anyway that's one of my favorites. I still might not know a damn thing about fashion but I know a beautiful woman when I see one and Gia Carangi was definitely that. Did you have a change to meet her?"

"Only twice…actually you would have liked her very much. She was…a very free spirit." Miranda never would have guessed that by the end of the day she'd be talking about Gia Carangi or that it would be with Andrea Sachs. The girl obviously understood more about fashion than she gave herself credit for…the side that wasn't so beautiful after all. "Never let go of this one…it is her last cover and I don't even have a copy." Miranda said as she gently put it back in its place.

"I probably shouldn't have brought that up." Andrea said quietly.

"I must admit these things aren't something I talk about a lot; but for some reason it's far easier to do with you than anyone else. There are parts of this industry that are truly ugly and sometimes it seems like for every one thing that changes for the better - something else sets the standards back again. Andrea, why are you interested in these?" Miranda ran her hands over a shelf, touching the bindings eager to stay on topic but change direction a bit.

"You're gonna think I'm crazy but it's sort of my way of getting to know you better. It's kind of like one long history lesson. You have a beautiful mind Miranda. I know you don't think I get any of this…but so long as I understand what it means to you then I think I'm doing pretty good."

Miranda didn't know what to say. She always knew that Andrea understood her better than anyone ever had or would…but this was more than she could have ever asked for. And certainly no one had ever told Miranda that she possessed a 'beautiful mind.' What woman wouldn't like to hear that a time or two in their life?

"Andrea, you're doing better than pretty good and I'm not sure I completely agree with the 'beautiful mind' part…but as it stands that is the greatest compliment I have ever been given." For this little statement Miranda was rewarded with the biggest grin she'd ever seen from Andrea. "I take it you're proud of yourself?"

"Yes actually I am." She laughed but turned serious in the blink of an eye. "Miranda, thank you for what you did today."

Ah, now they were getting down to it. "My interference may have been a bit…forward…but he was indeed out of line on several points. I cannot allow you to be treated in such a manner."

"I know. I know you meant well."

"I'm glad you see it that way. I was afraid you wouldn't but I couldn't allow it either way." Miranda paused for a minute choosing her words carefully. "You will always be someone's daughter, Andrea, but you are also a grown woman. You deserve to have your own life and you deserve to live that life as you see fit."

"I know that but he doesn't seem to get it. I don't know what he's afraid of. Honestly, I don't really care anymore. Now if I could just keep that attitude when he comes here…that would be fantastic. But…I don't seem to be very good at that."

"Perhaps that will get better with time."

"You know what's weird though?" Andrea shook her head and laughed. "He didn't say one word about you when we left. I thought he would go ballistic as soon as we got in the elevator but he didn't. Which is strange. I don't know… Actually I bet I do know what it is. That's the one thing I've always been able to stick with…taking up for you. Maybe he realizes that it's no use…"

Interesting. "It's no use?"

"Miranda just like you couldn't let him get away with talking me like that today – I can't let him get away with the same thing in reverse. I've never been able to put up with that. Not even from the very beginning."

"Yet you resign yourself to putting up with it?"

Andrea let go of Miranda's hand and rubbed her forehead. "Pretty much. It's messed up, I know."

"Not necessarily, and as I said…perhaps that will get better with time." Miranda noticed Andrea begin to turn the bracelet slowly against her wrist. "You don't take it off do you?"

"No." She looked at her bracelet then at Miranda. "There's no reason to."

Andrea had responded so matter-of-factly that Miranda couldn't help but smile. "And playing with it like that," Miranda nodded to the way she was running her hand over it. "What does that mean?"

"Oh…" She stopped touching it; obviously self-conscious now. "It makes me feel better. It's hard to explain."

"Like the constant noise and the Carmel Macchiato's?"

Andrea smiled this time and moved closer to Miranda. "Yes, most definitely. Chocolate works pretty good too. Miranda…you know I'm not leaving, right? I think you worry when he comes to visit. Especially today. You were pretty on edge. I could tell." Andrea took her hand again and this time Miranda laced their fingers together. "But I'm not leaving, okay?"

"But I do worry." Miranda admitted it without hesitation. "You must know that I would not want that." She couldn't help but notice how they were leaning closer to each other now.

"You shouldn't. There is no way I could do that to you."

They studied each other in silence for a minute. Andrea had that same look in her eyes as she did ten months ago on the couch when Miranda was firmly pressed against her. Miranda wanted that moment back and more. She hadn't felt whole since they regrettably pulled away from one another. What a mistake. Well…Miranda was determined to see those months of wanting disappear into the past. They leaned even closer now, Miranda was breathing heavier and Andrea was hardly breathing at all.

Andy wasn't sure if it was the lack of oxygen or her knowledge of what was about to happen that was making her head fuzzy; but whatever the cause, she felt really weird…and really hungry and really thirsty. Not for food though, or water. Oh, no no…it was for much more than that. She was hungry for Miranda. And Miranda was right here. Just a few inches away and she was inching closer still. Then it happened again. Just like ten months ago. It wasn't gentle, this kiss. Definitely not gentle because Miranda was as hungry as Andy and when you've been starving for this long, all thoughts of etiquette are thrown right out the window.

Andy knocked Miranda back and was on top of her in an instant. "Miranda…" Andy moaned as their bodies made contact. All of the sudden Miranda stopped her and held Andy's face above her.

"Andrea...no stopping this time. No stopping."

"No, Miranda…no stopping. Not anymore…bedroom." Yes, Andy needed to get Miranda up because there was one very important fantasy she wanted to fulfill while Miranda was in that suit. Andy sat up on her knees and then stood. Miranda looked confused and not in the mood to really go anywhere at the moment but Andy wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. She reached down, took Miranda's hands and pulled her up.

Of course getting to the bedroom took a while since no one's hands or mouths or feet could focus; but once they arrived, everything seemed to be working out fine for Andy. As soon as the door was slammed shut behind them Andy turned on Miranda and shoved her against it.

"My, my…you certainly seem to…oh, my God…" Andy shut her up with a deep kiss and pushed her against the door again when Miranda tried to move. But no, no, noooo…Miranda pinned Andy's arms back and turned them both until Andy was now the one trapped against the door. Andy yanked one of her hands free and slapped Miranda hard on the shoulder. "You bitch!...That is so not fair!" She tried to yank her other arm free from Miranda's grasp but Miranda held firm, chuckling as she kissed at Andy's neck.

"You need to give up darling. The sooner you let me have my way...the sooner you get yours." Miranda placed her kisses over Andy's neck and sucked at her pulse point, which drove her absolutely crazy. Miranda let go of her other hand obviously knowing that Andy was about to let her do whatever the hell she wanted. "Oh and darling…" Miranda looked her in the eye as her hands trailed over Andy's tank top "I expect you to be nicer in your name-calling in a moment...hm?" With that she gripped the neck of Andy's tank top with both hands and ripped it right down the center. Andy inhaled sharply. That was probably the sexiest thing ever…

Andy let go of Miranda long enough to peel the ripped tank top off her shoulders while Miranda shoved her shorts and panties down to the floor in one swift move. By now Andy had forgotten all about her earlier protests, ready to allow Miranda to have her way. "Andrea..." Miranda kissed her throat again. "I think about doing this to you every day…at the office. Every day."

"Yeah?" Andy reached behind her back and released her bra. She grinned when Miranda let out a sharp gasp. "You think about fucking me up against the door?"

"Hm…yes. In my bathroom. Pulling you inside….God." Miranda's hands attacked Andy's breasts and she moaned. "Do you…do you know how many times I've wanted to fire you…simply because of the distraction…simply because of how bad I've wanted this."

"No…touch me…touch me Miranda. Show me what you've wanted to do." To emphasize her need, Andy pulled Miranda against her harder and lifted a leg around her waist. Miranda responded by putting her hand right where it was needed. At the first slip of Miranda's fingers over Andy's clit, they both nearly screamed.

"Oh, Andrea…God…" Miranda thrust against her harder and harder using her whole hand.

Andy held on tightly and was thankful when Miranda brought her other arm around her waist to help hold her in place. She was very close to falling in more ways than one. "Faster…faster…" she said breathlessly.

"You're amazing…truly amazing darling…" Miranda quickened her pace, continuing to use her whole hand. "When you come…I'm going to make you scream just like I've wanted to…"

And that was it. Andy couldn't hold on any longer and to hell with the neighbor's ears. True to her word as Andy finally fell over the edge, letting go of all the wanting of the past ten months, Miranda took possession of her body and soul, filling her with as much of Miranda's hand as she could take. Her body went slack yet pulsed and moved with Miranda harder and harder. She wasn't sure what she was saying…screaming…moaning or how loud or for how long.

Miranda would never be able to say that this was everything she thought it would be. It was more…much more. She had no idea anything could feel like this. Finally throwing off the hesitation and just doing it…just fucking Andrea up against this door…it was like everything was finally coming together. Finally. And now maybe they could move forward. She had known all along that if they could just get past this first time that would no doubt be nothing but raw desire…they could get down to the business of loving each other. But for now she just needed, wanted, had to keep doing this. She had to stay inside as long as she was allowed.

Andrea tore her shirt out of her slacks and raked her nails down Miranda's back. It was painful and absolutely exhilarating at the same time. It also made Miranda want her even more. "Yes…yes that's it. Hm…Andrea!" Andrea screamed her name again as she came one more time, moving frantically against Miranda sinking down into each thrust.

"Miranda…" From there Andrea's screams and moans became completely incoherent again and her body almost became too slack for Miranda to hold her up. It was almost as if the girl was about to pass out…which wouldn't be good. Not up against this door anyway. Miranda held still inside her and placed gentle kisses over her cheeks and lips…for which she received hardly a response…yes perhaps it was time to slow down. A lot.

Miranda repeated her name several times and finally Andrea took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Hey…sorry." She blushed and buried her head in Miranda.

"I hate to inform you of this darling but you in no way have anything to be apologetic about. Perhaps I was a bit overzealous…" Feelings of desire and hunger welled up in Miranda again but she held them back. Right now her primary concern needed to be getting Andrea to the bed. "We need to move this to the bed. Can you?"

Andrea let her leg slid down from Miranda's hip but kept a firm grip on her back. "Yep. I'm ready when you are." They made their way to the bed and Miranda sat her down on the edge. For a moment she just stood there looked down at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen…it was breathtaking really, like coming home. Andrea reached up and started unbuttoning her shirt. Miranda started to take over but her hands were gently brushed back. "Please let me…" So Miranda let her. She would likely allow Andrea to do whatever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to do it. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Yes…anything." Miranda pushed Andrea's hair out of her face and let her finger tips linger over her face.

"Wear this suit again for me tomorrow?" She let out a soft giggle. "I still need to get my fantasy that you so rudely prevented me from fulfilling."

"It involves this suit?" Miranda moaned as Andrea's fingers brushed her shirt back and let it fall to the floor. Next her bra was being removed…which was easy since it clasped in the front. With it gone, Andrea's gaze settled on Miranda's breasts and she felt her face and chest burn. It wasn't so much from embarrassment as it was from the look in Andrea's eyes. There was a deep look of desire there. She wanted Miranda and that was certainly a different experience. No one had ever looked at her like that.

"Yeah, it involves this suit. I love this suit. It kills me when you wear it." Finally Andrea moved her hands and eyes down to Miranda's belt and released it, then the button and the zipper. She tilted her head back up and held Miranda's gaze as she slid her slacks and panties down her thighs. Okay now she was slightly embarrassed; which was unnerving not to mention distractive. But then Andrea's arms were around her naked waist and she rested her head against Miranda' stomach. "This can't be a one-time thing Miranda…it can't be."

Miranda gently pushed Andrea back onto the bed and joined her, moving her until her head was resting in the pillows. "Come here."

"'Kay…" Andrea pulled the covers around them and settled into Miranda's arms, resting her hand in the middle of Miranda's chest.

"Why do you think this," Miranda motioned between them. "Would ever be a one-time thing?"

"I don't know…I mean I didn't. Not deep down. I just felt like it was something I had to say."

"It's not. Andrea, this is not a one-time thing. I can't deny that your body is…something that I…" Miranda cleared her throat while she thought of a graceful way to say this; if there was such a way. "Have wanted to…"

Andrea patted her chest and let her off the hook. "I get it…" she laughed.

"Good. As I was saying, this is not a one-time thing. I want…more and I won't let anything get in the way of that. I think I've shown you a bit of that already."

"You have. I want the same thing you know. I don't care what we have to go through; I want to be with you. Nothing can interfere with that…but." Andrea kissed her neck and trailed her hand down Miranda's body at a slow, glacial pace. "I am about to interfere with you…in several ways, if you don't mind." Suddenly she was resting her warm body on top of Miranda.

"No, no I don't mind that at all." Miranda pulled her down in a kiss and got ready to enjoy any and all interferences Andrea had in mind.

THE END