New Fic: The Right Time Part 2/2
Title: The Right Time
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Raiting: PG13? There's some swearing, but that's all.
Author's Notes: This is a christmas gift forjesi76082 . For more notes see part 1.
***
Andy was standing in front of Miranda’s desk and scribbling down instructions. Miranda was wearing the black dress she had worn for the benefit, and was lying back in her chair, exposing her neck.
“…and remember to have those photocopies first thing tomorrow. They are vitally important for my breakfast meeting.”
Andy nodded and looked straight into Miranda’s eyes. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Miranda?”
Miranda was suddenly standing right in front of her, and they were in the hotel room in Paris, Miranda was wearing that robe, and she was undoing the knot that held it together.
“You know what I need, Andrea…”, she whispered, and Andy sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping. Her heart was thudding, her palms were sweaty, and she had the horrible, horrible feeling that she had forgotten something.
She tried to calm down her breathing, because for some reason she was gasping and, oh god, the photocopies. She had forgotten to do the photocopies.
Andy was dressed in 2 minutes, had her hair pulled up into a messy bun and was waiting on a taxi. She couldn’t believe she had forgotten to do the photocopies. Miranda must have told her about three times. Thank goodness that she had dreamed about it.
Granted, it was a little weird to have Miranda give her instructions in her dreams, and she often acted strangely in them as well, even in stranger than in real life. Like the thing with the bath robe. That was weird.
She got into her taxi and rattled off the address, shivering with the mixture of sleepiness and adrenaline rush that was flooding her.
Hopefully this wouldn’t take very long, and she might get another few hours sleep before she had to come back in.
The Runway offices always seemed so much less intimidating at night when there was no one about who could disapprove of her. She liked being alone at the office, however weird that might seem, and when she waited for the book, she sometimes wandered through the offices whose inhabitants had gone home just to soak up the atmosphere.
And then Andy heard a sound, like a grunt, coming out of Miranda’s dark office. She didn’t know what to do. It had sounded feminine, and she assumed that it must be someone from Runway come to do some late night work just as she had, but because she couldn’t be sure, especially since the person was in Miranda’s office, Andy grabbed an umbrella from the stand by the door and crept into the office.
She was greeted by the soft sound of even breathing from the direction of the desk, and she could just make out a figure slumped over the glass top. Taking a deep breath, Andy lifted up the umbrella and switched on the light.
Miranda sat up with a start, looking around with wild eyes, and Andy yelped with fright, startled at the sudden movement.
“Andrea!”, she snapped.
Andy clutched her chest, and breathed in and out slowly.
“Oh my god, Miranda! What are you doing here? I just heard a noise and thought… I’m sorry for startling you.”
Miranda had managed to put her usual, slightly bored facial expression back on, but Andy could tell by the way that she was clenching her fists rhythmically that her heart was also still racing.
“I was working. I must have fallen asleep. What are you doing here?” She peered at the umbrella in Andy’s hand. “Were you going to attack me with that?”
“No, no.” She placed the umbrella down beside the door. “I woke up and remembered that I had to do something.”
Miranda nodded. Andy tried hard not to fidget, because she knew that it annoyed Miranda.
“Would you like me to call your car?”
Miranda shook her head. “I’m staying here tonight.”
Andy stared. “Is everything ok, Miranda?”
“Yes, of course. Everything is fine.” Miranda rolled her eyes when she saw Andy’s obvious disbelief. “I called the nanny for the twins and came here to work because of that creature.”
“Because of Hugo? But why-? Oh…“ Andrea had obviously realised earlier that Miranda wasn’t exactly fond of Hugo, but that she was actually so frightened that she would rather spend the night at the office than stay at home with her children seemed extremely strange, especially since Andy couldn’t imagine Miranda being afraid of anything.
Miranda didn’t meet her eye, and pursed her lips, which Andy assumed to mean that she was embarrassed.
“Do you want me to go and pick up Hugo?”
“No!”, Miranda snapped.
Andy bit her lip. “Ok. Sorry.”
Miranda’s gaze softened. “Andrea. My girls really like that thing. I won’t let them have one, so the least I can do is make them dislike the idea themselves.”
Andy wondered if Miranda still felt guilty about the divorce. She thought for a moment, then had an idea. “I think there are still some blankets from that time the air conditioning went crazy. I’ll get you some.”
Miranda gave a small nod, and almost smiled.
Andy retrieved the blankets and spread one over the length of the couch, then left another one at the foot for Miranda to cover herself with.
“Will you need something to change into tomorrow?”
Miranda shook her head and nodded at the door of the bathroom where an outfit was hanging ready for her.
“Ok.” She felt like she should say or do something, because Miranda was just looking at her with an odd expression in her eyes. “Erm, good night.”
Miranda gave her another smile and replied “good night, Andrea.”
Andy was almost outside when she remembered the photocopying. She weighed up what would be worse: turning up tomorrow without it done, or going back up to face Miranda.
She decided on the latter, especially since Miranda seemed to be in an oddly friendly mood that day. When she got back up to the office, she tried to move very quietly, since she saw that the light in Miranda’s office was out. Andy winced when the photocopier started up, but there was no movement from inside the office.
She gathered up the sheets of paper and placed them on her own desk. Then she gave in to temptation and peeked around the door to observe Miranda’s shape lying on the sofa. She was breathing evenly, and looked oddly small. Andy smiled, and softly shut the door.
Apparently even Miranda got tired sometimes, no matter how fierce she always seemed.
***
The next night, Andy was cooking for Lily. Nate had taught her how to make quite a few things, so she wasn’t totally hopeless.
In the last few months, Lily and her had grown close again, just like they had been in college before Nate had come along. It had taken Lily a while to see why Andy and Nate had broken up, but when she broke up with her own boyfriend of a year, Lily had begun to understand that they had just drifted apart. Lily was even beginning to understand why Andy was still working for Miranda.
Andy had the distinct feeling that Miranda had cast her peculiar spell on Lily that night when they had met. People had always been drawn to Miranda because of her power, her beauty, and the sense of danger that surrounded her.
Andy had also begun telling Lily more about her work, the positive things as well as the crazy demands, so that her friend didn’t feel like she was losing Andy to the glamorous world she had entered.
While Andy was cooking, Lily was sitting at the table watching her. Andy had just told Lily about the incident with Hugo, since her friend had fallen in love with him the moment she came into the apartment.
“…and then she actually slept at the office just so her children could have the hamster for a night. I mean, her plan totally worked, the twins don’t want a hamster anymore because Hugo kept them up all night. Anyway, it’s so cute how Miranda just does everything for them, don’t you think? She’s a great mom.”
Andy stirred the sauce in the pot and turned to Lily, who was staring at her with her mouth hanging open.
“What?” Lily’s disbelieving look was making her nervous.
“Oh, no.”
“What?”
“Oh my god. Oh god, oh my god. No way. Oh please, no way!”
“What?”
“You like Miranda. You like like Miranda!”
“What are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous!”
But Lily had risen from her chair and was pacing up and down, an expression on her face like she had just realised the meaning of life.
“You talk about her all the time, Andy! And you told me that you guys are working really well together now. And she asks you random things unrelated to work. And you go all mushy when you talk about her.”
Andy shook her head. That was completely ludicrous. “I don’t get all mushy when I talk about her. What does that even mean?”
“That means that you smile all the time when you talk about her, and you actually seem to like it when she phones with some order when we’re out together, and you really love your job now.”
Andy rolled her eyes. “So maybe I have a crush on her. So does everyone at Runway, and basically the entire world. She’s amazing, but that doesn’t mean anything!”
“Andy,” Lily said slowly, like she was talking to a particularly dense three year old. “Everyone else is terrified of her. You’re not. You like her company. For heavens’ sake, you just called her cute!”
“Don’t be silly,” Andy threw back at Lily, but even to her own ears it sounded rather weak. Because suddenly, her mind was racing. She remembered that night in Pairs when she had been so close to Miranda. And the time in the elevator. And, oh god, the shirt thing. “Oh my god.”
“There, there.” Lily patted her arm and led her to the table, sitting her down on a chair. “Now, what are we going to do about this?”
“What do you mean? Nothing!”
“Andy! You obviously really like her, and you say that she’s been acting weirdly too. Don’t you think that maybe-“
“No! Now can we please stop talking about this! Miranda is straight. Miranda has children. I only just realised that I like my boss in that way. Can we please talk about this some other time?”
Lily held up her hands. “Ok, ok.”
“Thank you.” Andy got up to stir the sauce. She felt Lily staring at her, and turned to give her a glare that would have made Miranda proud.
“Ok, fine! Change of subject. Want to hear the latest about Doug?”
Andy smiled faintly. “Always.”
***
The morning after Lily’s big Christmas party, Andy woke up to the shrill ringing of her cell phone. She lifted herself up from the spot on the floor where she’d fallen asleep, and saw that she was surrounded by other bodies in various states of health. From the bathroom she could hear a retching sound.
“For fucks sake, turn of that phone!”, the body next to her groaned.
“Sorry,” she murmured, and rummaged through the coat she had used as a pillow. She glanced at the caller ID and sighed. “Miranda?”
“Andy?”, a very high pitched voice asked.
Andy glanced back at her phone, and realised that the call was coming from Miranda’s home phone.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“It’s Cassidy,” the voice at the other end squeaked, her tone indicating that Andy should really have known that.
“Oh. Hey Cassidy. Does your Mom need anything?”
“Mom said I should call you. She said I should ask if you can come and pick me up.”
“Pick you up? Cassidy, what’s going on? Where’s your mother?” Andy picked herself up from the floor and searched around for the bag of fresh clothes she had brought with her. In the living room, she saw that the party was still going on for some of the guys, who were drunkenly playing on Lily’s playstation.
“Mom and Caroline were walking Patricia, but I had to stay at home because I have a cold.” She coughed loudly into the phone to prove it. “Then Caroline called me and said that Patricia was sick and that they were going to the vet. Mom said I should call you and ask if you could take me there, cause I’m all on my own here and-.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Put on a warm coat, ok?”
“Fine,” Cassidy said brightly and hung up. She had quit obviously inherited that from her mother.
***
Miranda cradled Caroline in her lap although she was quite a bit too big for that sort of thing now. Her daughter was scared, and Miranda couldn’t blame her. Miranda wondered how long it would take Andrea to get here. Cassidy had called her when they had left, obviously because Andrea had made her; her daughter would never come up with that on her own, but that had been almost 45 minutes ago.
“Mom!”, a bright voice called, and she saw Cassidy hurrying towards her, a pale and scruffy looking Andrea behind her.
Caroline scrambled out of her lap and ran towards her sister. Miranda also rose and hugged her daughter close.
“Hello, darling.” She glanced at Andrea, who was obviously trying not to stare. Miranda realised that it must be odd for her to see such an open display of affection from her. “Hello, Andrea. Thank you very much for coming.”
“No problem.” Andrea ran her fingers through her hair. “Do you want me to stay? Do you need anything else?”
Miranda shook her head. “No, thank you. I appreciate that you brought Cassidy here at Christmas. I know you were busy. Go and enjoy the rest of your day.”
She saw Andy glance at her, than at her girls, and then shake her head. “Nah, it’s ok. I’ll stay. You might need something later, and I’m not busy.”
Miranda was going to protest, but then she thought about it. Andrea was doing this because she wanted to, not because she had made her. Of course, the only reason why Andrea was there in the first place was because Miranda had called her, but she wasn’t making her stay.
“Alright. Thank you.” She turned to her girls. “Do you want to go and get something from the vending machine?” She opened her purse and pulled out some change.
Andrea and her watched the girls run down the corridor to the machine. She felt Andrea looking at her.
“What happened? Cassidy said Patricia got sick?”
Miranda lowered herself back down into the plastic chair. “Caroline and I were walking Patricia, and she collapsed. She’s always had heart problems and she’s getting very old. It doesn’t look too good.”
“I’m sorry.”
Miranda gave her a tired smile. She was suddenly very glad to have Andrea with her.
***
It was over at 3 in the afternoon. Caroline had clung to her, crying, and Miranda had held out her other arm for Cassidy, but she had turned to Andrea and thrown herself into her arms.
For a moment, Andrea hadn’t known what to do. The helpless expression on her face made Miranda feel like a cold hand was suddenly gripping her heart, because she knew that look from Stephen. But then Andrea wrapped her arms around her girl and held her close, and Miranda could breathe again.
They made their way home, and Miranda insisted that the car take Andrea home after it had dropped her and the girls off at the townhouse. The girls were tired and upset, Miranda could tell, and they were very quiet on the ride home.
When the car pulled up, Miranda gave Andrea a grateful smile. She wanted to ask her to come in and stay with her, but she knew she couldn’t, not after Andrea had given up her entire day to sit with them in a vet.
“Thank you, Andrea.”
“It was no problem, Miranda. And if you guys need anything, call me.”
Miranda nodded. Suddenly, Cassidy piped up.
”Andy, you’ll come to Patricia’s funeral, won’t you?”
Andrea only looked startled for a moment. “Of course. Just call me and tell me when to come.”
The girls nodded, satisfied, and Miranda gave her assistant one last smile before she also got out.
The house seemed oddly empty without the huge, furry dog that had always been there. Miranda had been used to Patricia, who had always lain by her feet while she was looking over the book, her warm breath on Miranda’s feet comforting.
She felt the odd urge to cry, which was ridiculous because she was a grown woman. Utterly ludicrous. She heard the girls moving upstairs, and went into her study, shutting the door. The tears began to fall freely.
***
The funeral took place the next day. Miranda had called up Andy and asked if she could manage to get a grave stone by afternoon, and Andy had spent most of the morning getting this accomplished.
Just after she had arranged for the stone to be delivered to the town house, Lily had called, worried, because she had left the party in such a hurry the day before, and in her opinion, it was a good sign that Miranda wanted her present at Patricia’s funeral.
Andy had tried to explain to her that actually the twins had invited her over, but Lily hadn’t listened to her. She seemed to be under the impression that Andy actually had a chance with Miranda, but Andy knew better.
Miranda was the most unattainable person Andy had ever met, and completely out of her league. She had no illusions about the fact that she was only going to the funeral because her children wanted her to.
The funeral was very sweet and very sad. Miranda had gotten someone to dig a large hole in her back garden, and the twins had placed every toy Patricia had owned in the grave with her. There were flowers, including lilies that Andy had brought. They’d cost her a fortune, but she didn’t care. Miranda had looked at them approvingly, so she assumed that it had been a good choice.
After the funeral, the girls had gone inside and Andy and Miranda were left on their own waking awkwardly back to the house.
“I suppose I’ll have to allow them the hamster now,” Miranda said tiredly.
Andy gave her a sympathetic look.
“It’s strange, how much you can get used to an animal. I almost filled her bowl this morning before remembering that she’s gone.”
They shared a sad smile.
“I’d better go now,” Andy told her, “I’m helping my friend Lily tidy up her place.”
“Thank you for coming, Andrea.”
“Of course. And if you need anything at all-”
“I’ll call you. Thank you.” Miranda looked slightly amused.
She quickly said good bye to the twins and made her way to Lily’s house, wondering if there was some sort of solution to the hamster problem. Maybe they should move a bed into Miranda’s office.
***
Andy and Lily had been up most of the last few days cleaning up the mess from the party, and in the end, Andy had stayed over at Lily’s until the morning of New Year’s Eve, since they were both alone that year. The apartment now looked half way clean again, and the bathroom was no longer a no-go area.
Andy was making coffee and Lily was drying her hair when Andy’s cell phone rang.
Lily chucked it over at her.
“Hello?”
“Andrea. Are you busy?”
“Miranda? What…I mean, no, I’m not. Do you need anything?”
Lily looked up at Miranda’s name and began to make faces at her which caused Andy to turn her back to her friend.
“I’m picking a puppy for the twins, and I was hoping you’d come and help me.” Miranda sounded oddly unsure, and Andy had no idea what was going on.
“Sure, just give me the address.”
When she hung up, Lily was giving her an odd look. “You’re seeing her again? After you saw her a couple of days ago?”
“There was a funeral. The day before, it was the vet. Today, I’m just doing my job and helping her pick a puppy for the twins. So stop making it sound like there’s anything going on.”
“Of course, because there’s no reason to assume that, is there? Since when is it your job to help her pick pets for her children? And what are you supposed to help her with? You don’t know anything about animals! You’ve never had a pet before!”
Andy looked helplessly at her. “I don’t know. Maybe she thinks I’ll know what her girls will like. But I’ll never find out if I don’t leave, will I?” She pushed past Lily and grabbed her coat.
“Have fun!”, Lily called after her, waggling her eyebrows.
Andy rolled her eyes.
***
Miranda had made a shortlist of 3 puppies by the time Andrea arrived. The rest of the time, she had tried to make up plausible excuses as to why she needed her help choosing, when Miranda knew exactly what she wanted.
When Andrea came into the shop, the first thing Miranda saw was the worn jeans. She reminded herself that since she had called her over for absolutely no reason at all, she couldn’t exactly say anything.
“Andrea.”
“Hi Miranda.” She peered behind her at the puppies in the cages.
“I decided that another dog was much better than a hamster. I need to get it this morning because they’re going to their father’s tonight.”
“Oh, they’re so cute.” Andrea bent down and tickled one of the puppies behind the ear through the wire. “They’re all pretty big dogs.”
“If I wanted something that looked like a rat as seems to be the fashion nowadays, I’d have allowed my girls to have that hamster.”
“Right.” Andrea looked at each one in turn. “Do you have a favourite in mind yet?”
“No, I just narrowed it down to these three and-“
A fur ball suddenly threw itself at Andrea and almost knocked her over, then proceeded to lick her face.
Miranda peered closely at the dog. Its coat was at least five different colours, and was obviously a mongrel.
Andrea cooed in delight. “Aww, hello there. What’s your name? Aren’t you a cutie?”
The owner of the shop came running over. “I’m so sorry, Ms Priestly. She likes to escape.”
“That’s quite alright,” Miranda said in amusement as Andrea cuddled the dog close. It wasn’t exactly what she’d been looking for, as the puppies on her shortlist were all pure breeds such as Golden Retrievers and Labradors, but she had to admit that it was very cute.
Her daughters would love it. Miranda sighed. “What exactly is that dog?”
“Well, we’re not entirely sure. There’s definitely some Saint Bernard in her, and possibly some Labrador, but we’re not sure what the father was, so we can’t be certain.”
“Fine,” Miranda sighed, “I’ll take her.”
“But-,”spluttered the owner, “Ms Priestly-“
“That’s all,” Miranda tossed at him, before she crouched down beside Andrea and rubbed the puppy’s belly. In response, she licked her hand.
“She’s gorgeous, Miranda! The girl’s will love her.”
“I’m sure.” Miranda tried to sound exasperated, but Andrea was giving her an oddly tender look over the top of the puppy’s head, and instead she focused on the intense licking the puppy was giving her arm.
***
The girls were delighted, as Andrea had predicted.
“We can call it cinnamon. Or nutmeg. Or-“
“Girls. The same rules apply as with Patricia. Only real names. I will not go walking a dog and shout ‘Nutmeg’ after it!”
“Some people call their kids Cinnamon,” Cassidy mumbled, but the puppy distracted her. Caroline gathered it up in her arms, and the girls decided to show the puppy the house, all the while debating what to name it.
Miranda stood awkwardly by the door, and realised that Andrea looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
“Thank you for your help today and before, Andrea. I appreciate it.”
“Miranda.” Andrea looked uncertain, but she didn’t look away. “Why did you ask me to come along today? I mean, I didn’t mind, it was fun, but I know you didn’t really need my help, because I have absolutely no idea about anything to do with dogs.”
Miranda took a deep breath. They were standing very close, and Andrea was looking straight into her eyes, unblinking. Miranda knew that it was the right moment.
She leaned the slightest bit forward, and so did Andrea, and then their mouths met in a brief, soft kiss. Miranda breathed out, and then reached for Andrea’s head and pulled her close. They kissed again, soft and warm and moist.
“Mom! Come here! We have a name!”
Andrea drew back, eyes wide. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“Andrea.” Miranda reached out, but Andrea stepped backwards and reached for her coat.
“I have to go. I’m sorry.”
Miranda looked after her as she rushed down the steps and hurried down the street. Everything inside her felt numb.
***
Andy wandered through the streets for hours, and ended up in front of Lily’s apartment block. She pressed the bell and waited until she was buzzed up.
Her lips still tingled. What had she done? She had kissed Miranda Priestly. Miranda Priestly had kissed back.
“Oh no. You look awful! What the hell happened?”
“I’ve done something really stupid, Lily.”
Lily eyed her with wide eyes. “Did you get that tattoo you’ve been talking about since high school?”
“Can you be serious for 5 minutes?”
“I’m being completely serious,” Lily muttered as she shoved Andy onto the couch.
“Miranda and I kissed.”
“What? Oh my god, what?”
“I kissed Miranda Priestly. Or she kissed me, I’m not sure which. We kind of kissed each other.”
“Was it good?”
“Lily!”, Andy exclaimed.
“What? Why are you freaking out so much? In case you didn’t know, when you like someone and they kiss you, that’s a good thing.”
“Miranda Priestly and I kissed. Miranda doesn’t like me that way. I don’t know what happened. And then I freaked out and left and-“
“Ok, what? You just left?” Lily was staring at her with wide eyes.
“Well, what was I supposed to do?”
“How about staying and talking to her about what you’re both feeling?”
“But Lily! I don’t even know if she even likes me! She’s Miranda Priestly! She could have anyone!”
“You are such an idiot. If she kissed you back, then she obviously feels something. Besides, right now she’ll be kicking herself because she thinks you don’t like her that way.”
“Oh god.” Andy buried her head in her hands. “I’ve really messed up, haven’t I?”
Andy couldn’t stop thinking. The kiss was on auto replay in her head. And then the elevator incident. The way Miranda had stared at her that day she came in wearing that silky shirt. And the looks they had shared in the pet store. “Oh my god.” She jumped up and pulled her coat back on.
“Wait. What are you doing?”
“I have to tell her. I’ll call you!”
“Andy!”, she heard Lily yell after her, but she was already half way in a cab.
***
Andy went to Miranda’s house first. She rang the door bell for a solid 5 minutes before she remembered that it was New Year’s Eve, that the twins were at their fathers and that Miranda was a party.
She glanced at her watch. It was nearly half past 11. She knew Miranda would stay till midnight and not a moment longer. Andy raced along the street until she caught sight of a cab. Then she looked down at herself. She was still wearing her old jeans and a worn sweater. She had actually been surprised that Miranda hadn’t said anything about her attire earlier. The chances of her getting into a posh party like this with no invitation and looking like this were miniscule, but she would try.
She had to.
***
Miranda was extremely bored. She disliked three-quarters of the people in the room, and most of the ones she didn’t hate, she didn’t know. They all knew her, though so she kept having to make polite small talk when all she wanted to do was go home, have a glass of wine, a bath, and think about what had occurred that afternoon.
What had she done wrong? She had been so sure that Andrea felt the same. She had kissed her back. And then she had run away, without a word. Miranda had been tempted to call her, but knew that she shouldn’t.
Suddenly, a waiter touched her arm. “Ms Priestly. I apologise for interrupting, but there’s a woman outside who demands to speak to you. She hasn’t got an invitation, but we weren’t sure if you might know her.”
Miranda followed him, intrigued, and was only half surprised when she saw Andrea, arms crossed and still in those ridiculous jeans waiting in the foyer.
“Andrea!”
“Miranda! I need to talk to you. I’m sorry about this afternoon, I-“
Miranda quickly cut her off. “Please excuse us,” she muttered to the men, then dragged Andrea into the coat room, dismissing the woman in charge of the coats with a glance.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”, she hissed.
“I’m sorry. I needed to see you. I’m so sorry about this afternoon. I was just so surprised, and I didn’t think that you could like me back, so I left. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted anything more. Please, Miranda, believe me. I’m so sorry. I really care for you, I was just scared because there’s so many things to consider and-.”
Miranda placed a finger on her mouth, effectively shutting her up. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that much in one breath before.” She felt Andrea opening her mouth under her finger, but she silenced her with a look. “Andrea, I agree that there is a lot to consider, but I do understand that you were shocked this afternoon. I was as well, because I wasn’t certain that you returned my feelings.” She felt Andrea gearing up to start again, and she quickly continued. “Now that I know, we have plenty of time to work out the other things.”
Outside in the hall, she could hear people getting ready for the countdown.
“So, we’re ok?”
“Ten, nine, eight…”
Miranda looked into Andrea’s enormous eyes and smiled. “Yes, we are.”
“…seven, six, five…”
Andrea reached out to stroke Miranda’s cheek and sighed.
“…four, three, two…”
“Happy New Year,” Andrea mumbled, and then she kissed Miranda, really kissed her, with their tongues stroking and their arms wrapped around each other, completely oblivious to the end of the countdown and the cheering going on outside.
Miranda had a feeling that this was going to be a very good year indeed.