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"...'and then cerulean quickly show up in the collection of eight different designers' how I hated it you, please!" Andy said doing her best Miranda imitation, taking her glass of wine to drink a few drops, in her other hand lasagna in a fork.
Miranda and Andrea were having a nice dinner in the townhouse, after Paris and after Andy got her job in the Mirror, they reunited again. Destiny or coincidence seemed to keep bringing them together over and over, they will bump at parties, events and even in the streets, beginning when Andy waved at Miranda outside the Elias-Clarke building, the very same day she had her interview at the newspaper, so after dating by accident for months, they finally did it on purpose and here they are one year later in a relationship.
Memories when Miranda was Andy's boss at Runway were sometimes a theme of conversation, not so often but when a certain memory pop up in their mind, both liked to have a chuckle remembering.
Miranda shook her head and almost grinned "It was necessary to enlighten you Andrea, the fashion industry it's not to be mocked" Miranda cut a piece of her salmon and ate it, the young woman looking at the editor from her chair said "I didn't mean to, but now that I think about it, I shouldn't have said the belts were exactly the same and obviously never called them stuff" Miranda nodded and sipped her white wine.
"Do you still have it?" the silver haired woman asked with her eyes on her food, Andy serving herself a portion of green salad replied "what?" Miranda says "that cerulean sweater" the young woman chewed not only her meal but also the question, she wasn't sure what had she done with that lumpy blue pullover. "Honestly, I don't even know...after my ex moved, there were a lot of things i threw away or donate to charity" Andrea pour more wine in Miranda's glass and hers.
The editor sprinkling some pepper on her meal said "look for it" then leaving the pepper pot, she continues now looking at Andy "wear it again…" the brunette trinching the salad with her fork says "what if I don't find it?" she eats the leafs gracefully and Miranda says in her suave voice "it may be required to fish another from some clearance bin". Andrea almost spit her wine from laughing, the fashion queen just kept eating as if nothing has happened, perhaps thinking in saying 'something funny?'.
The brunette says placing her fork on the plate "are you going to give me another lecture about the shades of blue?" Andy was ironic, Miranda swallowing her food says "I'm going to give you orgasms, Andrea" the dragon lady's bluntness was one of her best qualities, not only job wise but as a partner as well, Andy knew what to abide with Miranda and she loves it.
"Oh alright, putting it that way…" the young woman held her glass of wine and traced a finger, Miranda gives her a knowing look.
Kind of an unconventional request, but to Miranda the word is not even in her lexic.
Andy is on a mission.
~•~
Arriving home after spending almost all her morning and part of the afternoon at the MET preparing and supervising the upcoming gala, the fashion queen had work to do before the book arrived, there were still hours for that, but with her absence from the office she didn't want to take chances and let incompetent people make a mess out of her magazine, so the home office was where she was heading to.
You had to go through the spacious living room to reach the studio so the editor flung her purse on the couch and put her keys on a table, taking off her blazer the fashion queen's eyes enlarged when she saw Andrea sitting on the other side wearing that cerulean sweater, seemingly only that. The brunette balancing her crossed leg, watching Miranda with an impish grin "Guess what? I found it" Andy sounds triumphant.
The dragon lady had the tip of her fingers pressed on the sofa in front of her, leaning her weight forward "So, I see" she moved her head a bit to the side, intending to be unaffected but Andrea knows when Miranda is trying to look all decked out, the typical snow queen, to Andy's well trained eyes this has not effect, the young woman perceives how the silver haired beauty's mouth twitch in an effort to conceal her smile.
Andrea motions a finger to the fashion goddess to make her approach, Miranda drags her hand in the backrest of the sofa and goes to where Andy is sitting.The young woman's strong pull makes the editor lose balance landing on Andy's lap, their gazes met and the brunette says in an alluring tone "what did you say you were going to do if I wore this again?" Miranda tuggs the sweater making Andrea come closer, the fashion goddess ghosted her lips over the brunette's, she licks Andy's mouth and the young woman wants to capture the lips of the snow queen in a kiss but Miranda eludes her.
"I will be right back, stay where you are" the dragon lady incorporates and Andy sees her leaving the room for a moment. Dying of impatience and horny as hell, Andrea waits for Miranda's return.
Few moments later, the editor is back in the living room and she brings a small bowl with ice cubes with her, Andrea rose her eyebrows to almost the hair line, Miranda place it aside and sits on the brunette's lap again fixing her eyes in the young woman she kisses her lightly, Andy hums and smiles, the fashion queen deepens the kiss causing a moan from her lover, Andrea snakes her hand on Miranda's legs caressing them.
The hand of the brunette seeks the editor's center, Miranda stops her gently, Andrea nearly complaints. "Patience, my dear" the silver haired beauty says slightly disjoining her lips from the mouth of the young woman, kissing Andy more Miranda takes her time until she gets up to grab the little bowl containing the ice cubes.
The dragon lady straddle Andy and takes one cube, she starts to rub it on the brunette's lips and says "I'm going to make you cum so good, but you gotta earn it" Miranda moves the ice cube to Andy's neck, pressing it on the pulsing point "behave properly, you will only come when I say it" Andrea nods and the snow queen removed the ice cube that was thawing and nibbles and licks the wet spot, the young woman sighed.
Grabbing the hem of Andy's cerulean sweater Miranda quickly gets on her knees and pulls the fabric up without completely taking it off, just to uncover the journalist's stomach, the editor kiss it and takes another ice cube to run it around Andrea's belly drawing circles in her navel, the fashion goddess blows in the cold trace the ice leave in the brunette's skin and she whimpers, the editor licks with the tip of her tongue while pacing the cube again, she moves the ice cube to Andy's abdomen, right below her bellybutton, Andrea's breath hitches.
"My God Miranda, you are killing me" the brunette says churning in the sofa, the silver haired woman quirks an eyebrow and moves the cube lower, resting it on Andy's mound. "Shit" the sudden cold drops on her pussy takes Andrea by surprise, the dragon lady parts the young woman's legs just a little "stay still, don't move" she obeys and feels how the ice is melting, the dripping runs to the sides and the front of her labia, Miranda rakes her nails in Andy's inner thighs, she knows the young woman is super sensitive there.
A rackety moan erupts from Andrea, she grips the couch underneath her in an attempt to control her movements, the cube is dripping down in Andy's pussy and Miranda goes to lick hard against the soaked folds, the contact made the young woman yell and bucked her hips, Miranda gives another lick and Andrea lets out a pained sob "oh crap, fuuuuck that's…" Andy wrhited, the snow queen takes another cube and runs it non stop in Andrea's legs, taking it to the apex of her thighs where hip joins the extremity.
~•~
Harsh panting makes Andy's head spin, Miranda inserts three fingers in the young woman's pussy that's completely soaked not only from the ice cubes, Andrea gasp and says "darling, your rings" as she felt the brush of the stones near her entrance, the dragon lady extracts her fingers and gets rid of her rings. She goes up and kiss Andy sweetly as a form of apology to then bury again her three slim and delicious fingers inside the warm cunt of the brunette, the editor starts moving them at a painful slow pace.
The worked up pussy of Andrea gobble Miranda's digits, she sees how Andy swallows and takes one of her hands beneath the sweater to roll her nipple enjoying the thrusting, the wildness in her gestures turns on Miranda so much, she adores watching the young woman lose control during sex, bold as the snow queen is, she adds a fourth finger. "My oh oh…aw gosh yess!" the brunette feels the burning sting of the broaden space the finger makes to accommodate inside her.
The tightness of Andy's pussy does not allow so much movement to the four fingers but Miranda works them nicely, paying attention to the reactions the brunette has to this. Andrea bites her arm chewing the blue fabric when the editor thrust a bit more, she takes a deep breath and says "are you going to fist me, Miranda?" a diabolic grin draws on the journalist's mouth, the fashion goddess says in a whisper "maybe" the simple thought of having Miranda's entire fist filling her cunt almost sent Andrea flying to the promised land of pleasure, the dragon lady knowing so well when her lover is about to be gone says "don't come, if you do, it is the last time for at least a week".
Andy holds it with all her might, she keeps basking in the feeling of being fucked by Miranda Priestly, so good, so perfect, so delightful. After a great fingering, the silver haired woman takes out her digits, Andy feels the emptiness and whined. The editor kisses the brunette's hips and goes to pick up another ice cube, tracing it on Andrea's flesh she trembles, Miranda positioned between the brunette's legs again and opens her. The swollen pussy and the scent welcomes the fashion queen, she kisses one side of the young woman's upper thighs and the other as well, licking the beautiful cunt before her and getting it as hot as possible Miranda puts the ice cube in her mouth.
"Motherfu…" the brunette shouted when feeling Miranda press the cold cube on her throbbing hot pussy, her whole body electrified and her nipples became diamond hard. Andrea claws her own stomach leaving crescent marks on her skin, the dragon lady starts to chase the cube around with her tongue, leisurely; letting the ice thaw in the heat of her mouth and Andy's folds.
Overwhelmed by the contrast of the hotness of Miranda's mouth and the ice roving in her sensitive vulva Andrea shivered, her blood traveling fast in her veins. Miranda kept playing with the little cube and each time the cold touched Andy's flesh the brunette lifts her hips, the silver haired woman soothed the journalist, Miranda's hands roaming over the thighs and waist of Andy, the editor lets the remains of the ice cube to melt in her mouth and as it does she continues to eat Andy out. "Fuck, so good Miranda...yes ohhh babe" the strong muscles of the dragon lady's jaw were working madly on sucking and licking the cunt of the brunette.
Miranda's technique was fantastic and Andrea was teetering over the cliff of a massive orgasm, all her willpower was put to test on fighting for not coming until the fashion goddess permits it, because if she does without Miranda letting her do it, Andrea knows for sure the snow queen will keep her word of not making Andy cum for a while.
Taking off the sweater desperately, Andrea says "give me...give me your...hand" she sounds like the air in her lungs was not enough, the dragon lady puts her hand on the brunette's hips for Andy lead it where she needs it, the young woman takes it to her breast and encourage Miranda to squeeze it. The silver haired beauty knows her Andrea was getting close, she's becoming sweeter to the taste and the moaning is increasing considerably.
"Please dear, let me come" Andy begged, her hand moved to caress her tit along with the editor's. Miranda looked the journalist from between her legs, with those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes stopping briefly from licking her clit "I will honey, just hang on more you are so beautiful like this" the snow queen adores hearing Andrea so wanton and so needy.
Diving her head to keep eating pussy, Miranda's white hair skim Andy's legs, to the brunette this feels glorious and is one of her predilect things when the fashion queen goes down on her, but right now she can't revel in it, Andrea has to concentrate and hold until Miranda says she can let herself go, the brunette knows is going to be great. The dragon lady takes in her lips the tiny bundle of nerves of the young woman and sucks consistently, the brunette grips the editor's hair "my God Miranda, I'm...I won't...no, can't hold…" the gibberish was combined with a panting so heavy that it was clear Andy was desperate and suffering.
Squirming the young woman keeps pleading for permission "Please, just...oh shit...ahhh baby, ple…" Miranda tongue fucks her and Andy pushed her hips forward into the snow queen's mouth, the hand in her boob crushed the editor's, her breast receive the same treatment. "May I cum, Miranda…? I...let me...fuck" the brunette can't take it anymore, she needs release, she has to or otherwise she is going to pass out. The silver haired beauty finally says the magic words and grants her permission "come love do it, for me" Andrea cums in seconds, all the intense build up and all the holding she had to go through was rewarded with this, her orgasm gushed leaving her ass dank; Andy nearly lose her throat due to the screech she let out, the possibilities that it was heard outside too are very high.
~•~
The brunette was pacing her hand through Miranda's silky silver hair, the snow queen had her head laid on Andy's naked waist, with her eyes closed and still feeling her cunt pulsating after that ravishing orgasm the young woman was spent. Miranda says in her particular soft tone "we should be up before someone encounters us like this, the girls may be here in any minute" the fashion goddess raised from where she was laying, Andy chuckled "I sent Cara a text early asking her to pick the girls up from Dalton and take them shopping and eat burgers, I told her to bring them home until she receives another message from me" the journalist support herself on both elbows, she adds "I knew we needed the house to ourselves" Andrea brings Miranda close to kiss her.
"Well, Aren't you a mastermind" the editor said brushing her nose on Andrea's padded lips, they have another scalding kiss that takes their breath away. The young woman stops the devouring of her mouth by Miranda just to say "I'm happy my evil plan worked out and surpassed my initial expectancy, the things you did with the ice, oh my Lord!!!" the silver haired woman shakes her head and smirks knowing the kind of damage she can infringe when fired up, she is the dragon lady after all, Blame it on the cerulean sweater.
Curled up on the sofa Miranda and Andrea seize on the perks of a free afternoon together.