Notes:

Moscato is a sweet wine that is nice after dinner. (If you are at my house it is.)

Jazwriter has been amazing in keeping me in line and making my stories better; thank you, Jazwriter.


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Twins

Andrea—

The girls were rather relentless this morning. It seems that they think the pace of our relationship is glacial. Do you think it really is a common belief that we are dating? Page Six hasn't mentioned anything.

Meri


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Re: Twins

Meri—

Ten minutes ago I would have said the girls were exaggerating. Since then I have received a request from Frances Stevens at Curve for an article on lesbian fashion trends. Does that mean lesbianism is a sport? What do you think?

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Andrea—

Are you asking if I think lesbianism is a sport or if you should write an article for the bestselling lesbian magazine? Due to the fashion aspect I think it is a coincidence. However if you were to write for Curve it might cause people look at our relationship more closely. Honestly, Andrea, I don't care. My reputation would probably be enhanced, and Runway would get a broader audience. I have no opinion on this, and you have my support no matter what you choose.

As for the sporting aspect, we can investigate that together. I am looking forward to dinner on Friday. What should I bring?

Meri

P.S. Just because I know you are waiting for it, circulation 250,000. I am ashamed to admit I had to look that one up.


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Friday

Meri—

An overnight bag. That's all!

Andrea


After a year of courting and weeks of waiting, Miranda was finally on her way to Andrea's apartment. For the first time they would be truly alone together. Sitting in the back of the Mercedes, Miranda's excitement had begun to turn to nervousness. She shivered as she suddenly felt the ghosts of her two failed marriages riding along with her. She worried that if she hadn't been able to hold on to a relationship when she was still young and attractive, how could she, the woman her last husband called frumpy, possibly be what Andrea needed. Her hands shook a little as she faced the fact that the flirting and sweet kisses of the past few weeks were about to culminate in her fifty-two-year-old body, scars and all, being on display to the much younger woman.

All too soon the car stopped and Miranda made her way to Andrea's apartment. Miranda studied the look on Andrea's face as she stepped aside so Miranda could enter her home. She could see what looked like fear and apprehension. Miranda felt her heart break as she realized what was coming. You fool, Miranda thought. How could you let yourself believe this could actually happen. Sure it was fun to be romanced by the powerful editor, but now she sees the woman she will actually be getting, a woman past her prime, the bitch in heels.

Andrea's spoke in a quiet voice as she moved further into the room and motioned for Miranda to take a seat. "We need to talk," she said hesitantly.

Miranda's voice was sharp as a razorblade and cold as ice as she replied; "No need. I'll see myself out." She walked toward the door.

So distracted by her own pain, Miranda nerly missed the hurt in Andrea's tone as she replied,

"What? Wait! Why?" Andrea's voice cracked with pain and confusion as Miranda reached the door.

",Andrea,"Miranda drawled in her Runway voice. "There is no need to draw this out." Miranda was thanking all the deities in the universe that she had a shell in which to hide as she broke inside. "I don't need any platitudes or niceties. I will go; there is no reason for a postmortem."

Miranda watched as Andrea sat down on the couch, tears falling rapidly. "What is it?" She was really starting to cry hard and could barely choke out the words. "What did I do?" She put her hand over her mouth as if to try and keep the sobs back, but to no avail. After a moment she spoke again. "Was this a game for you? God, you knew how much I care for you. Was it fun to pretend you cared for me? How could you do this?" Her devastated eyes met Miranda's as her whole body trembled in misery.

For her part Miranda was in shock. She realized that she had misinterpreted Andrea's intentions and quickly moved to sit beside her. As Miranda put her arms around her, Andrea tried to pull away. The younger woman was once again unable to speak due to her sobbing. Miranda wrapped Andrea more tightly in her arms and would not let her go. She kissed her hair and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I misunderstood. I'm sorry. I won't leave unless it's what you want. Shh, now. I do care. I'm here. Shh. I'll stay."

Miranda felt Andrea calm, no longer pulling away. Nevertheless, Miranda continued to hold on tight, continued to repeat words of comfort and apology. When she felt Andrea's sobs subside, Miranda risked loosening her hold. She cupped Andrea's face with one hand and kissed away the tears. Soon Miranda was leaning against the back of the couch with Andrea cuddled to her side.

"Why did you do that?" Andrea asked, her voice breaking.

Miranda kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, darling. I let my fears overwhelm me. You looked so apprehensive when I came in. When you said that we had to talk I assumed the worst."

A tear traveled down her cheek and fell into Andrea's hair. Miranda told herself that she wasn't crying exactly; a tear or two had merely escaped her iron control.


The two women sat in silence as they both tried to collect themselves. Andy was the first to speak. "I guess saying that we needed to talk wasn't the best way to start a date." She gave a forced chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Shall I get us some wine?"

Miranda cupped Andy's face again and gave her a long soft kiss before answering. "That would be lovely, darling. Then maybe we should have that talk you wanted. The one in which you are not breaking up with me."

Andy smiled with relief. The kiss had been a balm to her soul, and she felt more grounded. "Yes, Miranda," she replied with a wink.

A few minutes later they settled back on the couch with their drinks. "Well?" Miranda prompted with a raised eyebrow. . Andy took a deep breath, ready to air her insecurities.


Miranda watched Andrea close her eyes. "You know that my parents won't accept this." Miranda nodded. "I was raised to believe this was wrong, two women I mean." Miranda reached out and took Andrea's hand as she continued. "Umm, I'd never really felt this way until I met you, or at least I didn't recognize it." Miranda pulled Andy closer but didn't speak. She knew Andrea had to get it all out in one monologue. "Because of the way I was raised, I didn't really know anything about gay people. Of course once I went to college, I couldn't totally avoid it, but I pretty much ignored it." Andrea paused and then said in almost a whisper, "Meri, I don't know how to do this."

Miranda kissed the top of Andrea's head and held her tightly. "Darling, we have been doing 'this' for a year." She pushed gently on Andrea's shoulder and turned her around, out of her hiding spot in Miranda's neck. Miranda gently kissed her on the lips. "Let's just spend an enjoyable time together, and see what happens."


Andy felt relived and a little immature after getting her fear off her chest. She smiled at her love and moved in for another kiss. "That sounds like a good idea." She got up and pulled Meri by the hands, leading her to the kitchen. Dinner was an simple and tasty meal of white fish covered in green olives and tomatoes. It was accompanied by a garden salad and brown rice. They enjoyed the meal, falling into the easy rhythm they had developed through the numerous meals they had shared. After dinner Andy poured them each a glass of Moscato, and the two women moved back to the couch.

"Meri, you didn't say whether you had ever been with a woman before," Andy mentioned in a rather shy voice.

"Ah, this is where the age difference comes in," Miranda replied, grinning. "I was a teenager in the sixties you know."

Andy cocked her head and asked, "That's your answer? You were a teenager in the sixties!"

Miranda continued to grin. "It was quite a decade." She placed a finger under Andy's chin. "I have never made love with you, Andrea. Anyone else doesn't matter. We are the only people here."

Andy watched Miranda set her wineglass down before maneuvering Andy onto her lap. Andy's legs rested across Miranda's lap, and her back rested against the arm od\f the couch. Miranda wrapped both arms around Andy and planted gentle kisses down her neck. Andy moved her arm around Miranda's back and rubbed her shoulder. She giggled as she ran her fingers through Miranda's silver hair, thrilled she had the privilege. Miranda looked up and rolled her eyes.

"This is so awesome. I have always wanted to play in your hair!" Andy said, mischievously. She leaned in and rubbed her face where her hand had just been while Miranda playfully swatted her away. That stopped when Andy licked the shell of Miranda's ear. Andy took advantage of Miranda's sudden stillness by exploring the area,.gently touching her neck, cheek, and eyebrows.

Wanting more access Andy repositioned herself so that she was straddling Miranda's lap. She watched as Miranda closed her eyes and rested her head back on the backrest of the couch. The message was clear; Andy was in complete control of what was to come. Andy's hands and mouth slowly touched every bit exposed skin she could find. She skimmed her hands across Miranda's torso while nibbling on her chin. When the older woman whimpered, Andy reached to the hem of her blouse. She whispered, "May I?"


"Anything, darling," Miranda said in a husky voice. She opened her eyes and locked them with Andrea's. "Anything," she said again. Miranda was unsure how she was able to keep still. As much as their relationship had changed since Andy's days at Runway, Miranda still maintained a level of dominance in their interactions. She knew if this romance was to last, they had to be equals. Allowing Andrea to take the lead would be the right start to making that happen, however the time for being passive was over.

"Andrea, may I touch you?" Miranda's fingers hesitated at the waist of Andrea's pants, waiting for permission to untuck the younger woman's shirt. In response, Andrea shucked her shirt in one fluid motion.

"Yes, please, yes," she murmured as she bent down and delivered to Miranda a searing kiss. When their lips parted, Miranda found herself facing two beautiful breasts covered by just a wisp of a bra. She lifted her hands, hovering them over where they wanted to be. Andrea bit her lip and gazed into Miranda's eyes as she nodded her agreement.

Miranda moved her hands to cover a breast and felt Andrea's nipples harden under her palms. She ran her thumbs over the little nubs, smiling as Andrea moaned and arched her body. When Andrea pulled back, Miranda whimpered in protest.

"Could we… should we…" Andrea turned her head toward the bedroom door and looked back at Miranda. "Would you like to umm…"

Miranda pulled Andrea in for another searing kiss and moved to get up as Andrea slid off her lap. Once they were standing, Miranda leaned in and licked Andrea's ear before whispering into it, "Would you like to take me to bed?"


Andy smiled as she studied her sleeping bed partner. The privilege of seeing her lover in such a relaxed pose was amazing. My lover, Andy thought. I am lying here in bed with my lover, Meri. To the rest of the world she is Miranda Priestly, powerful editor and fashion queen. Here she is my lover; here she is Meri. Just thinking the words made Andy's entire body tingle. She couldn't resist running her fingers through the iconic hair. As she did she remembered what that hair looked like while it's owner was pleasuring her. Her stomach clenched as she remembered the sight of that hair moving between her legs in concert with Meri's tongue on her center, and she felt her passion rise.


Miranda opened her eyes slowly as she felt Andrea's hands in her hair. Well, she has seen this fifty-two year old body and hasn't run screaming from the room. Good start. "Good morning, darling," she said in a smoky just-woke-up voice. She saw Andrea's pupils dilate at the sound, and she smiled gently.

"Did you sleep well?" Andrea asked.

Miranda's smile got bigger as she looked over at the clock by the bed. "Like a rock. Best eleven minutes of sleep I have ever had."

Andrea laughed. "Do you want to get up?"Miranda stretched, and the sheet fell away from her top. Andrea stared hungrily at her naked breasts. Licking her lips, Andrea reached out tentatively."Or not?"

Miranda pulled Andrea to her, their bodies touching, and she said playfully, "Not, definitely not!"


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Page Six

Meri—

Great shot of us on Page Six this morning. Any instructions?

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Re: Page Six

Andrea—

The girls enjoyed the picture, too. They asked whether you would like to come to their next event at school. It seems that having lesbians in the family is all the rage.

I have no instructions. My thought is to just live as we want, and they can watch and speculate all they want. However, if we want to live long, we need to stay away from Emily. She really hates dealing with the press.

Did you want to make some kind of statement? I can arrange some assistance from PR.

Meri

P.S. Could you ask me the question about any instructions again later tonight? I may have some ideas.


"Darling, you look lovely," Miranda said as Andy turned so she could admire her from all sides.

"Thank you," she replied. The women were at a fitting for their gowns to attend their first formal gala as a couple. "Are you sure? Do you really think it's time?" Andy ran her hands nervously down the bodice of her gown. Both women would be dressed in commissioned Valentino gowns.

"We have been gracing Page Six for months." Miranda leaned in and kissed Andy. "No one who matters will be surprised that we are arriving together. Anyone important to us already knows."

Andy looked down at her hands. "I know. It's just…well, you are you and I am, you know, me." Andy shrugged, not looking up.

"Andrea, look at me!" Andy's eyes slowly rose. "You are you, the woman I love. I am me, the woman you love. The rest is inconsequential."

"Do I have to sit at the head table?"

"You know we do. It's a Runway-sponsored event, darling. I need to be the hostess."

Andy nodded and said softly, "You have to open the dancing."

"Yes."

"With Nigel?"

"Darling," Meri said softly, "I was hoping that as my date you would be by my side for these things." She paused seeming to wait for Andy's response. When none was forthcoming, she continued, "If you aren't ready, I can go unaccompanied."

"All or nothing?" Andy's voice had a tremor.

"Andrea, this gala has no bearing on our relationship as a whole. You will never have to go to this type of event if you don't want to. As long as you are there when I get home, I am happy."

"But if I want to go, it's all or nothing."

Miranda smiled gently. "Yes, darling." She leaned in and gave Andy another kiss. "Tell me the real problem. We have been seen together enough that I know it isn't your concern."

Andy looked down and mumbled, "I don't want to ruin my dress."

"Aah," said Meri, smiling. She had yet to have a meal with Andy that didn't include some sort of food or drink spill. She called out to the designer. "Show Andrea the shawl." He smiled and brought out a beautiful shawl which matched her dress. It was clearly designed to keep her shoulders warm during dinner and be removed afterward for warmer activities such as dancing.

Andy looked into Miranda's twinkling eyes. "A bib," she said incredulously. "You had him design a ball gown with an elaborate bib!"

"Yes, my darling, a designer bib to match your couture." She waited until Andy was able to control her giggling. "After you wear this by my side, messy women everywhere will thank you."

"God I love you, Miranda Priestly! It will be my honor to be your date at any event you request." She hesitated and then continued. "Umm, there is one more thing." Miranda put her finger on Andy's lips to stop her.

"Your dance lessons start on Wednesday. The girls asked to go as well." The two women smiled into each other's eyes, and Andy could do nothing but laugh yet again.


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Meri—

I have just come from Runway where I broke into your computer and used all of your email contacts. I feel I should warn you that everyone you know has just received an email from andybear.

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Andrea—

Why?

Meri


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Meri—

Jenny O'Connor ring any bells for you?

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Oh

Meri


To: Mpriestly

From: andybear

Meri—

Oh, all you can say is oh?

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Andrea—

Redan Publishing, Fun to Learn division, reaches 2 million readers per year.

Meri


To: MPriestly

From: andybear

Meri—

Time for that is gone. I don't care if it is 2 billion. And let's not forget many of them are non-readers!

Andrea


To: andybear

From: MPriestly

Andrea—

Caroline has confessed. She traded your email address for a stuffed unicorn. Does Jenny want you for Sparkle World or Disney Princess?

Meri

P.S. I just received a nice note from Anna thanking me for sending my friend andybear her way. She loves the article on snakeskin belts and will be getting in touch with you. Caroline is grounded!


That's All! Hope you liked it!