THINGS CHANGE, OR NOT -- EPILOGUE
Things Change, or Not
Author: ink_rebel
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer: Of course i don't own them, if i did then the real fun could begin ;)
Summary: On the surface Andy has the perfect life, one invitation coud change everything.
A/N: All mistakes are mine, i apologise now and forever.
Epilogue
Andy sat on the luxury jet mentally preparing herself to step out into the airport and the throng of paparazzi awaiting their return from Paris. Andy glanced over at Miranda, more to convince herself that she was still there more than anything. They locked gazes, the intensity of their connection momentarily stealing Andy breathe away, their thoughts connected as they remembered the events of the last few days.
One word seemed to some up the last few days for both of them, intense. From romantic dinners to hours lying entwined in bed, private evening tours of galleries and museums, full of lingering touches and loaded glances. The stares of hotel employees who were sent scuttling away from Mirada’s iciest glares, when they’d got carried away in an elevator. At that Miranda blushed and Andy smirked.
They were both pulled back to the present and the fate which they’d now have to deal with. They stood, but just as Miranda turned to exit the plane Andy pulled her back and into a passionate kiss, which Miranda soon found herself lost in. As they pulled away, leaning their foreheads against each other, Miranda whispered.
“I love you” She said it so quietly Andy wasn’t saw she’d heard correctly, but then they were kissing again and Andy felt so happy, so complete, she knew there was no one else’s arms she’d every want to fall into.
Miranda couldn’t believe she’d said it, but she’d never regret it. She did love Andy; they’d just spend an incredible three days together in Paris. And Andy had proved to her on more than one occasion that she really was capable of anything.
They stepped out of the plane and walked side by side through the first class lounge, Miranda glanced at Andy once more before they would face the paparazzi, she’d been silent since they’d left the plane, Miranda was starting to worry she’d scared her by saying ‘I love you’. But hadn’t Andy said in a hundred times over the last few days, with the little actions, the way she made love to her in their hotel suite, the way she fucked her against the rail, at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Andy loved her she knew it, and now she hoped their love could endure being dragged through the press.
Taking Andy’s hand and giving her a small smile, the ice queen façade slipped effortlessly into place. As they stepped out and instantly were hit with flash bulbs blinding them, Nigel and Roy were instantly at their sides helping to hold back the press as much as they could. Questions flew at them,
‘Andy how did you melt the ice queen?’
‘Ms Priestly what do your daughter think of your new lover?’
And some more risqué questions which Miranda blocked out. It was one question that stopped Andy, and in turn stopped Miranda.
‘Andy, Andy, Do you love her?’ The reporter was a slim blonde woman who held a microphone out in front of her expectantly, a hopeful look on her face.
Miranda Stepped next to Andy and lent into whisper in her ear,
“Andrea come on, ignore these vultures, lets get home.”
At that Andy snapped out of her trance and her eyes blazing with happy tears met Miranda’s.
“Home?” she asked in a quietly stunned voice.
“The Townhouse Andrea, now come on I don’t think Nigel is enjoying being pressed against those female reporters”.
But before Miranda could take a step, she was pulled into Andy’s arms and was spectacularly dipped, as Andy pressed her lips to Miranda’s in a passionate embrace. Miranda’s body acted on impulses and returned the kiss hungrily. When they pulled out of the kiss and Miranda was back on two feet, Miranda smirked and spoke softly to Andrea,
“Feel better now?”
“Much, and Miranda?” answered Andy.
“Yes?”
“I Love You” Andy threw over her shoulder to Miranda as she pulled her towards the Town car.
As they shut the door to the outside world again, they left a gob smacked press and a smug looking Nigel and Roy, who high fived each other before moving to the town car.
Sometimes life was good, as were the headlines the following day.
‘Ice Queen swept off her feet by younger lover’