Something To Talk About. 2/3
Author: pure_ecstasy6
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+ adult themes
Beta: None. Me, myself and I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
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"Real soul mates are eternally bound - they will change each other in ways that you never imagined and they will make it through the most difficult of times..." - Rahul Singh
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From A Whisper To A Scream.
They both woke when the alarm clock sounded.
Andy groaned and stretched her arms up above her head as her lover - good gosh she couldn't believe she was calling Miranda Priestly her lover! - turned off the alarm and stood from the bed also stretching.
"Care to join me in the shower?" Miranda surprised herself and Andrea by asking. She was never a fan of sharing the shower with her ex-husbands, but already it was so very different with the brunette beauty.
"I would love to." Andy replied, and stood quickly following the fashionista into the magnificent ensuite. Her eyes feasted on Miranda's creamy skin again taking in the woman’s divine ass. She took off her shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor, as Miranda turned on the water.
Once it heated to the perfect temperature they stepped inside, closing the blurred glass door, which fogged up instantly as their now wet bodies and mouths collided heatedly.
~*~
They were in the shower for a good fifteen minutes or so which had been plenty of time to get each other off in tandem.
They then quickly washed themselves and nakedly walked around, going to suitcases and bags, pulling out clothes upon clothes until they found what clothes they felt like wearing.
Once dressed they met in the middle of the room, arms instantly going around each other, and they kissed yet again.
Andy absolutely loved how touchy feely Miranda was. It was utterly fantastic and made her feel extremely desired.
Soon they walked out of the master bedroom and into the seating area towards the back of the plane, sitting down, but not before Miranda grabbed two bottles of Pellegrino from the fridge, hanging one to Andrea as she sat down.
They secured on their seat belts knowing it wouldn't be long until Troy and Nicholas announced their arrival and soon descent into JFK.
Usually Miranda would sit by the window with the blinds open and take in the stunning city, but didn't this time because staring at Andrea was oh so much better, and so she didn't bother to even click the button the opened all the blinds.
They talked about brunch and what the brunette felt like so they could call ahead to Cara who's passion was to cook, and so had also become the Priestly's chef.
Another fifteen minutes went by and Miranda looked up at the seatbelt sign which had yet to be clicked on nor had Troy announced their arrival into New York City.
"I'll go and see what the holdup is." Miranda said to the brunette who nodded.
"Okay. Don't be long." Andy replied, letting go of Miranda's hand as her lover undid her seatbelt and stood.
"I won't be." Miranda responded before walking away, large smile on her face having not able to remember the last time she had ever felt this happy, and walked through the purple curtain and through the lounge/entertainment area, and dining area, through the next set of purple curtains and out into the main sitting area of the Boeing 747-8, crossing the room and over to the cockpit door, knocking a few times. "Troy, its Miranda." she said, and waited a few seconds, frowning when there was no answer. She knocked again, more firmly this time. "Is everything alright in there?" she questioned and she again got no response she reached for the door handle, and had been about to try and open it when there was movement behind her.
Expecting to see Andrea she turned and jumped when she instead saw her co-pilot.
"You might want to sit down, landing is going to be very bumpy." Nicholas said.
Miranda stared at the young man, no doubt around Andrea's age, who was swaying on his feet. She zeroed in on the expensive bottle of Whisky in his hand - her whisky - which was nearly empty. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Where's Troy?"
"He's indisposed." Nicholas responded, smirking.
"What do you-" Miranda stopped talking once she opened the cockpit door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and with wide eyes at the vast and endless expanse of dark blue water. She then looked at Troy who had his eyes closed and was unmoving in the pilot chair.
Slowly turning around she gained in on Nicholas who simply began laughing at her.
"How does it feel knowing you're about to die?" he asked her.
Miranda shook her head. Surely this couldn't be happening. She had to still be asleep and dreaming.
"Tell me, Miranda, the high and mighty untouchable Dragon Lady, are you scared?"
"Miranda, what are you-" Andrea stopped talking from where she stood in the door way between the purple curtains and saw Nicholas standing near Miranda, still swaying. "Is everything alright?"
"This is for what you did to my fi-"
The plane suddenly jolted then, hitting severe turbulence, causing the three of them to be thrown off the floor and into the air.
Miranda watched as Nicholas fell back to said floor, his skill cracked open and bleeding profusely. She turned and in a blurred haze she saw Andrea who was slowly standing as the turbulence stopped, but a second later it started up again, and they clinged onto whatever they could.
"Get in your seat!" Miranda yelled over the loudness. "I'm going to try and call us in."
"What the hell are you talking about? Were supposed to be landing!" Andy responded, just as the plane began plummeting. "Oh my god!" she yelled hysterically. "Were falling out of the sky!"
Just as Andrea said those words both women jumped as there was a loud explosion which came from the back of the plane.
Both women's eyes connected, wide and scared, just as the plane snapped in to half.
"Miranda!"
"Andrea!" Miranda shouted back right before everything went dark, a searing pain at the back of her head registering.
~*~
Miranda opened her eyes and gasped awake, shooting upward into a sitting position, coughing and spluttering getting in all the air she could into her lungs.
Breathing heavily she looked out at the ocean that was endless, and way in the distance of said ocean she could see thick black smoke coming out from the deep water scenes of what had occurred flashing through her mind. Vivid memories of coming conscious deep under water and struggling to swim up the surface, her whole body aching and desperate for air, and once surfacing she had stared around at half of the wrecked plane that had yet to be submerged deep underneath. She had managed to cling onto some part of the plane that had been floating, calling out Andrea's name again and again, but getting no reply. Unable to fight the fatigue she had fallen asleep to only have been washed ashore which is where she now woke.
Looking up at the sky she noticed it beginning to darken, and Miranda’s body ached and shivered even though it wasn't cold. Her shoulder was the worst of her pain, and when she looked down at it, it didn't look normal.
Trying to stand Miranda failed, falling back down onto the sand with shaking legs.
"Andrea!" she called out, her voice dry and hoarse, but she didn't and wasn't, going to give up on finding the brunette beauty. "Andrea!" she continued to call, managing to stand and pushing through the pain, grunting as she walked, a searing pain in her foot.
Walking through all the pain she felt she had walked a good distance of the beach, but once night had fallen overhead, and the waves crashed violently beside her Miranda couldn't continue any longer and fell to the sand that was still warmed by the sun which had beamed down on it all day.
"Andrea!" she said, but it was no more than a whisper, as her eyes fluttered close and she fell asleep.
~*~
When Miranda woke again and saw Troy hovering over her looking concerned she in that moment had never been more grateful to see another human being.
As she slowly sat up she cried out in pain, her left shoulder aching crazily, but the pain she pushed through, gritting her teeth. She stood with the help of Troy as she looked around in a haze. "Where's Andrea?" she asked, she needed to know where she was... if she was dead Miranda had no idea what she would do. That'd be right though, the first and only person to ever have real genuine feelings of love for her who she spent one glorious night together with it could only ever be that night, that would be her luck. "Is she here with you? Oh god, she can't be dead! She just can't be!" she said, swaying on her weak legs. "This is all my fault!"
"Hey now, this is not your fault." Troy said, keeping Miranda steady and upright, careful to not touch the Runway Editor's left shoulder. "Nicholas was a maniac. He drugged me, and you and your girlfriend Andrea which sleeping powder so he could turn the plane around heading for the Indian Ocean where he wanted to crash it, but what he didn't know was that I gave him the wrong longitude and were in the South Pacific Ocean as we would never have been able to survive the Indian Ocean."
Miranda shook her head in complete confusion. "Did he say why he did this?"
Troy nodded. "You aren't going to like it."
"Go on." Miranda urged.
"A year ago his fiancé, Jasmine, whom he didn't say her last name used to work for you and you pushed her to the extreme and when you fired her she came so anxious and depressed with everything in life and so she committed suicide and-"
"Nicholas blames me and took his hurt and revenge out on me." Miranda cut Troy off, shaking her head. "You know what the worst part of this is?" she asked, laughing drly as Troy shook his head. "I don't even remember this Jasmine."
They both fell silent then as the waves crashed behind them.
"I need to go looking for Andrea. She could be badly injured." Miranda said, breaking said silence a few moments later.
Troy shook his head. "You can't in your condition." he said, pointing to the Runway Editor's shoulder. "That shoulder is dislocated."
"I can push through the pain." Miranda replied.
"We need to put it back into place." Troy continued, ignoring Miranda's words.
"And you know how to do that?" Miranda questioned looking at him quizzically with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. Roy dislocated his right shoulder when he used to play football, and it pops out of place from time to time, always seeming to happen when were together." Troy explained, continuing. "However you have no pain medication so this isn't going to be pleasant. Roy's popped out once when we were camping and he cried like a baby."
"Way to make me feel better." Miranda commented. "You need to work on your bed side manners."
"Some would say that about your work ethics and how you speak to your assistants." Troy shot back, the Runway Editor never have scared or intimidated him.
Miranda snorted. "Touché." she responded as she slowly sat back down again. "Let's get this over with then." she said, knowing that she couldn't waste any more time, she had to get to Andrea.
Troy knelt in front of Miranda touching her arm, and began speaking.
Miranda listened as Troy explained what he was going to do and what he needed her to do. She cringed at the detailed words, but nodded her head in understanding. "Just do it."
"On the count of three then." Troy said, continuing. "One... two...-" he pulled on the older woman’s arm, and her shoulder popped back into place, as Miranda cried out in agony.
The pain was so severe that Miranda passed out from said pain.
~*~
The first thing she felt when she became conscious again was the sun beaming down on her.
Miranda slowly opened her eyes, and blocked out said sun with her right hand as she sat up. She looked out at the waves that were crashing a bit more calmly, scanning the expanse of of ocean and saw nothing but ocean.
Turning she saw Troy sleeping a few feet away. She slowly stood, her head slightly pounding, and her shoulder - that was now held in her blouse that had been turned into a sling - was a dull ache and her mouth incredibly dry and a bladder full from lots of whisky and champagne.
Of all the things that could be thrown at her next, Miranda dreaded and couldn't believe that she was going to have to find a spot amongst the palm trees to squat, a thing she never in her wildest imagine thought she would have to do. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she supposed this was her karma for treating people badly and acting like a cold, nasty bitch, pushing everyone away in her life. This was Miranda's wake up call.
When she gets off this island she would be changing her ways.
Once she urinated, thankfully not getting any on herself, she walked back over to Troy who was waking up. "Thank you for fixing my shoulder. I'm going to find Andrea now, I've already wasted enough time."
"I'll come with you. Just let me go an-" Troy said, standing with a grunt, obviously feeling more internal pain over external. She hoped it was nothing seriously bad.
"No." Miranda cut him off as she watched him walking. He would only slow her down. "Stay here and recover, and if you can manage, try make a fire. The nights are quite chilly."
Troy nodded. "Alright."
"I'll be back as soon as I find Andrea." Miranda said, continuing. "Will you be okay?"
Troy looked up at her. "I'm made of steel. Don't even worry about me. Go find your gal."
Miranda nodded, and stepped closer to her pilot who was so much different than her driver.
She put her right arm around him for a brief embrace. "I will see you when we get back." she said before turning away and forcing her tears to not fall as she had no idea if she would come back with Andrea.
"Miranda." Troy said.
The older woman stopped and looked over her shoulder that was wrapped in her blouse that was working as a really good sling.
"Be careful." Troy said.
Miranda smiled at her pilot. "I will. You be careful also."
~*~
Miranda fell to her knees. She had no idea how long she had been walking for, but as she looked skyward the sun had moved across the sky signaling it to be late afternoon. Her stomach was rumbling and she licked her dry, parched, lips. She looked at the sky again up at the clouds. There were no breaks in the clouds as she as she could see. It wasn't going to be raining for quite a while.
"Andrea!" Miranda hoarsely called out. "I'm coming for you! I just... need to rest." she said, and her eyes began to flutter closed where she lay on the sand. However as they were fluttering she caught a flicker of something in the distance. "Andrea!" she gasped, her mouth so dry it was becoming sore to swallow. She stood with a low groan and pushed herself up, walking through the thick sand.
Miranda looked around everywhere as she moved closer to whatever was shining underneath the sun.
Once she got to said item her eyes widened and she was instantly hopeful when she saw Andrea's phone that was reflecting off the sun. She instantly picked it up and was totally shocked when she screen lit up. "Oh my god." she whispered, but then at the top of the screen the words No signal making the phone completely useless.
"Andrea! Are you here?!" Miranda yelled as she pocketed the mobile. She began walking again, her eyes scanning everywhere. A few steps further and she spotted her brunette beauty laying on the sand between two palm trees, the leaves of said tree's blocking the sun from Andrea's flawless porcelain skin. "Andrea!" Miranda yelled, practically jumping forward, racing towards the young woman. "Oh god, please be alive!" she whispered as she fell to her knee's. Her index and middle finger instantly going to Andrea's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Andrea's pulse steadily beating at a normal heart rate. "Oh, thank you lord!" she whispered as she cupped Andrea's cheek, which she noticed her whole face was incredibly hot with a high temperature. "Come on, darling, wake up for me."
However no matter how many times she shook Andrea to wake her the woman remained unconscious. She undid the piece of material Andrea had ripped from the bottom of her Metallica shirt that she had used to wrap around a wound on the middle of her thigh.
Studying said wound she didn't think it was that deep, but it could still need stitches however she had nothing to use to do able to do so. She put the bloody material back around the wound knowing she would have to keep a close eye on it to make sure it didn't get infected.
For now though she knew she had to try and get Andrea's fever down and so ripped off her already ripped black slacks at the bottom and went down to the water soaking the material and placed it on her lovers forehead. She continued to move back and fourth from the water all afternoon until the sun had set and the stars were sparkling above which she stared at, tears trailing down her cheeks as she gripped Andrea's hand and felt herself falling asleep.
However she woke up not long after and spent most of the night tossing and turning, jumping at every sound she heard, checking that Andrea was still breathing all the while trying to ignore the ache that was starting to settle in the pit of her stomach knowing that the hunger was only going to be worse when the sun came back up.
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The sun was overhead as Miranda sat up and ran her right hand through her hair that as in desperate need of a shampoo. She couldn't believe how long and lonely that night had gone. She looked down at the brunette. "I don't think I can handle another night like that." she confessed loudly to Andrea's motionless body. She saw the young woman’s steady breathing and checked her wound thankful to see it looked no worse than when she first saw it last night. She felt Andrea's forehead and was pleased to feel her fever had gone down.
Miranda was completely puzzled as to why the brunette seemed to be in some deep sleep. "You need to wake up now." she firmly said, shaking Andrea. "I cannot do this without you." her words were nothing but the truth.
If Andrea didn't pull through, and if there were no signs of rescue, she knew she wouldn't be able to go on like this, the days dragging and the hunger always present. If Andrea didn't wake then she would have preferred to have drowned in the crash.
"You're the love of my life, you need to come back to me." Miranda whispered, cupping Andrea's cheek. "I need you."
A few moments later she stood with a sigh and stretched her arms and legs that were still aching, but it was only dull now, and knew it would take quite a few days until her body felt back to normal. Her eyes fell on something she hadn't seen yesterday, having been too concerned for Andrea. "Oh my god!" she said, racing forward. "Oh my god, Andrea, there are coconuts!" she said as she leant down and picked one up. "We can have something to drink finally!"
However that was not the case as for what felt like hours Miranda had tried and tried to find ways to crack countless coconuts with all her strength, but she simply couldn't do it. "I'm not strong enough!" she said, practically crying out at the thought of still not being able to have liquid sliding down her throat to try and quench her thirst. She threw the coconut down, her hands red and sore for doing it for so long, but she would try again soon and for now decided to have a wander of the beach and see if anything was washed ashore.
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Once again night had fallen and she once again laid next to Andrea. "Please wake up tomorrow." she whispered, her arm over the brunette's stomach, and she took one of the brunette's hand into her own. She then looked up at the night sky and at the moon that was nearly full. "You will love the sky, darling, we are in the southern hemisphere." she said just as her stomach rumbled, the hunger making her feel incredibly sick, and the thirst for liquid becoming severe making her head ache. She knew it would only be a couple more days until they wouldn't be able to survive without water. She prayed and prayed that tomorrow would bring them rain.
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Miranda jumped awake, startled, at the sound of a loud booming in the distance, and ran her fingers along Andrea's hand which she hadn't let go of as she again tossed and turned all night. She frowned when she felt Andrea's hand was wet. Her body froze when there was another loud boom until she opened her eyes which widened at the realisation as to what the noise was. Her brain was so hazy that for a moment she had forgotten what thunder sounded like.
There was another boom of thunder in the distance and she realised it had been raining throughout the night as the stormy weather made its way overhead.
The Runway Editor opened her mouth and licked her incredibly dry lips, as she rolled over onto her back, groaning at the slight pain that caused, as the rain fell down onto her and she opened her mouth. This didn't work very well, it never did, and she wasn't able to get a proper drink of water.
Slowly she sat up and when she looked behind and near where they lay she saw a fairly large leaf that was glistening with a fairly decent amount of rain water. "Oh my god." she practically croaked. "Andrea, there is water!"
Miranda tried to stand, but she was just too weak from hunger and water deprivation, but with all her might she dragged her body to the leaf and practically drink from it like a dog. She sighed gratefully as the liquid went down a treat. She then carefully picked up said leaf and forced herself up and gently opened Andrea's mouth, tipping some of the rain water into her lover’s parched lipped mouth.
Andrea then started coughing on the small amount of water as it went down her throat.
Soulful brown eyes suddenly opened then and she shot up continuing to cough and her back convulsed as she threw up a good amount of sea water.
"That's it, get it all out!" Miranda said, rubbing Andrea's back and once her lover stopped getting all the water out she eased Andrea back down onto the sand and their eyes connected and as she stared into Andrea's brown orbs, feeling as if she were staring into a familiar soul she had always know, she felt her eyes welling with tears.
"You're alive!" Andrea breathed. "I love waking up to your beautiful face." she added, holding her right hand out.
Getting the gist Miranda instantly leaned down and fell into Andrea's tight embrace. They both cried and slowly rocked, trying to calm each other down.
"This is all my fault." Miranda blurted a few seconds later, continuing to speak, explaining to her brunette beauty why the plane had crashed. "I'm so sorry." she said as she watched Andrea process the information. "I won't blame you if you hate me." she added, and at that her lover laughed, shaking her head.
"I could never hate you." Andrea responded, their eyes never leaving each other’s. "I love you, Miranda, and none of this was your fault. Okay?"
Miranda's breath had caught at those three words as the rest of the brunettes words slowly registered, and she nodded.
"I'm just so thankful that you're alive, and that we have each other in one piece." Andrea continued to speak. "Together we will get through this. We are both strong enough for this next chapter of our lives."
Miranda nodded at Andrea's true words. "I believe you." she whispered. "And my god I love you so much." she added, and then their parched lips were captured in a soft and ginger kiss just as it began to pour down with rain and they broke their kiss to laugh heartily as they continued to hold each other tightly not wanting to ever let go.
~*~
Later in the afternoon once they had a bit more water Andrea had decided she would be okay to start heading back to Troy.
They had been walking for quite some time now or in Andrea's case hobbling and pushing through the throbbing pain in her thigh.
Soon enough in the distance Miranda could make out Troy laying on the sand and informed Andrea that they were nearly there however Andrea had to stop and take a break.
Miranda also sat down and had a look at Andrea's wound which she knew must be incredibly painful, but her brunette beauty was keeping the most incredible brave face. It didn't look like it was getting any worse, but it also didn't look like it was getting any better. She feared it getting infected as she would have no idea what to do if that happened not to mention they had no antibiotics in sight. She walked down to the water and rinsed the black material, scrunching it and getting all the blood out of it, before replacing it on Andrea's wound hoping that the salt water might help it to heal.
Andrea hissed as she tightened the damp material around her lover’s thigh. "Sorry." she whispered as Andrea's face scrunched in pain.
They sat for a few moments longer before they helped each other up and began heading for Troy again.
However as they drew nearer to him Miranda frowned when she saw only a few measly sticks for a fire that looked like no effort had been put into making.
"Troy?" Miranda asked. "Could you not find any more sticks for a fire?" she asked, knowing that there would be loads more out there from the palm trees.
Upon getting no answer from Troy she wandered closer to him, his eyes were open along with his mouth. She covered her mouth, staring at his motionless and unbreathing, body. He was extremely pale, starting to turn a blueish colour, with rigor mortis having well and truly set in.
"Oh no." Miranda whispered, kneeling down next to his body. She looked up at Andrea through blurry tear filled eyes who was staring at Troy just as shocked.
They stayed silent for a good while before Miranda moved forward, lifting her hand which was shaking, and it hovered over Troy's face before she heard Andrea move beside her and her lovers hand was atop hers and together they closed Troy's eyes.
"Rest in peace." Andrea whispered.
Miranda nodded, swallowing hard, repeating her lover’s words.
~*~
Andy stood behind Miranda placing a hand on the older woman’s shoulder as her lover stepped away from Troy's buried body.
It had taken them a long time to dig the whole and they had done so in utter silence. Her lover dusted off the sand from her hands and stepped away with a sad sigh.
"I'll find some sticks to make a cross." Miranda said, breaking the silence that had fallen around them minus the crashing waves behind them.
"Okay." Andy said, watching as Miranda began walking towards the tree line. "I'll try and open one of these bloody coconuts again."
A Little While Later.
Miranda finished making the cross for Troy's grave just as Andrea loudly erupted with lots of "oh my gods" and "I did it, I did it!" and as she looked over at her lover she saw the brunette rushing over to her, bringing over a now opened coconut. She was handed said coconut and she took long and grateful sips.
Once the coconut was empty Andy sat back down and began cracking open another whilst Miranda placed the cross on Troy's grave.
It didn't take her long to crack another coconut and together they drank it in silence, but Miranda broke the silence not long later.
"I was fortunate enough to know Troy through Roy. They were over countless times with their family, their children and my girls loved spending time together, and still do on the occasion. Troy was a wonderful and quite the doting husband towards his wife, Rebecca, their love - like so many - was out of this world and no one could ever get between them. Not only was he an excellent husband, but also a brilliant father to his three children, Bethany, Lauren, and Warren. He was always proudly showing his children off." she said, pausing to wipe her eyes. "Then there was Roy, his twin brother, his best friend for what was supposed to be for life. They loved each other through all their flaws and all their arguments, always making up afterwards with their bond stronger than ever. Troy's life has been taken far too soon from this Earth, and he will be sorely missed by his family and friends, friends who I know thought he was, and I quote, a fucking legend which were words that I heard again and again at family events my girls and I were invited to." she leaned down and touched the sand where Troy was buried underneath. "Rest in peace."
When Miranda stopped speaking she turned and fell into Andy's arms, crying soundly.
~*~
The next couple of days were quite solemn. They hadn't spoken much, only when necessary, as their situation and very real threat that they could starve, settled over them.
Andy looked over at Miranda who stopped trying to light a fire, hissing in pain as she stared at her hand.
"Are you okay?" the brunette asked, and instantly got up, walking over to Miranda.
"It's just a small cut, not deep, I'll be fine." Miranda responded, standing and making her way to the water, submerging her hand in said water, the salt in it cleaning out her wound.
The nights were quite chilly, and they would need the warmth of a fire soon, as they both realised it was only going to start getting colder.
"I can take over if you want." Andy said.
"I've got a handle on it." Miranda replied.
"Are you sure because I really don-"
"I said I have it under control!" Miranda snapped, cutting the brunette off.
Andy closed her mouth and held up her hands. "Sorry for asking." she muttered and began to walk away however she was stopped by Miranda's uninjured hand, wrapping around her wrist, pulling her into the older woman’s body.
"I'm sorry." Miranda whispered, running her hand through Andrea's hair that was greasy, but she could care less. Her lover was still absolutely breathtaking in her eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm just... very hungry, and I get angry and agitated easily when hungry, but I know that's no excuse as we are both struggling with the same pain."
"It's okay." Andy responded, leaning into Miranda's body. "We just need that fire happening so I can cook the fish I'll be catching."
Miranda smiled at her lovers words. "We better get back to it then."
Andy nodded. "But first..." she closed the space between them and captured Miranda's mouth with her own. Their lips were thankfully no longer dry and chapped, thanks to the coconut and small amounts of rain water they were rationing.
It was a passionate kiss and Andy moaned into Miranda's mouth, cupping the older woman’s cheeks, as their tongues danced excitedly.
"We haven't kissed since two days ago." she whispered once they had broken said kiss. "And I don't know about you, but that was far too long of not feeling your lips against mine."
"It's the same for me. I could kiss you for hours." Miranda responded, and again they kissed, before they smiled and regretfully pulled away, but not before the older woman gasped when her lover decided to playfully slap her on the arse.
"Better get back to it then." Andy said, repeating Miranda's words, and smirked as she walked over to where she had been sitting and continued to try to make a spear from the piece of palm tree wood she decided was the suitable thickness and had found a sharp piece of metal from the plane that she was able to carve into said wood however she knew it was going to take her a long while until the wood would be sharp enough to strike at fish.
Andy looked over at Miranda who resumed trying to make a fire in the awesome fire pit she had made. "You're going to make a magnificent fire, I just know it."
~*~
"Argh, fucking piece of useless shit!" Andy yelled as she threw the speared stick away having yet failed at catching a fish. She had been close a couple times, but ultimately not good and quick enough. She stared up at the clear sky. "Why is this happening to us?" she questioned. "If there really is a God looking down on us would you please give us some sort of sign that we aren't going to die miserably of starvation!" she continued before slowly making her way back to Miranda dreading to have to tell the other woman that they had to go yet another night without food.
~*~
That Night.
Andy had been dosing when her nose twitched at the smell of smoke.
When she sat up she saw that Miranda had a small fire happening that she slowly tried to make bigger.
It soon erupted hugely and they both stared in shock.
"You did it!"
Miranda looked over at the brunette. "I did it." she repeated in a shocked tone, and they erupted with cheers and jumped around the crackling fire as they shouted in joy and for a few moments they forgot how hungry they were and that they were stranded on an island for god knows how long.
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Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+ adult themes
Beta: None. Me, myself and I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
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"Real soul mates are eternally bound - they will change each other in ways that you never imagined and they will make it through the most difficult of times..." - Rahul Singh
~*~
From A Whisper To A Scream.
They both woke when the alarm clock sounded.
Andy groaned and stretched her arms up above her head as her lover - good gosh she couldn't believe she was calling Miranda Priestly her lover! - turned off the alarm and stood from the bed also stretching.
"Care to join me in the shower?" Miranda surprised herself and Andrea by asking. She was never a fan of sharing the shower with her ex-husbands, but already it was so very different with the brunette beauty.
"I would love to." Andy replied, and stood quickly following the fashionista into the magnificent ensuite. Her eyes feasted on Miranda's creamy skin again taking in the woman’s divine ass. She took off her shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor, as Miranda turned on the water.
Once it heated to the perfect temperature they stepped inside, closing the blurred glass door, which fogged up instantly as their now wet bodies and mouths collided heatedly.
~*~
They were in the shower for a good fifteen minutes or so which had been plenty of time to get each other off in tandem.
They then quickly washed themselves and nakedly walked around, going to suitcases and bags, pulling out clothes upon clothes until they found what clothes they felt like wearing.
Once dressed they met in the middle of the room, arms instantly going around each other, and they kissed yet again.
Andy absolutely loved how touchy feely Miranda was. It was utterly fantastic and made her feel extremely desired.
Soon they walked out of the master bedroom and into the seating area towards the back of the plane, sitting down, but not before Miranda grabbed two bottles of Pellegrino from the fridge, hanging one to Andrea as she sat down.
They secured on their seat belts knowing it wouldn't be long until Troy and Nicholas announced their arrival and soon descent into JFK.
Usually Miranda would sit by the window with the blinds open and take in the stunning city, but didn't this time because staring at Andrea was oh so much better, and so she didn't bother to even click the button the opened all the blinds.
They talked about brunch and what the brunette felt like so they could call ahead to Cara who's passion was to cook, and so had also become the Priestly's chef.
Another fifteen minutes went by and Miranda looked up at the seatbelt sign which had yet to be clicked on nor had Troy announced their arrival into New York City.
"I'll go and see what the holdup is." Miranda said to the brunette who nodded.
"Okay. Don't be long." Andy replied, letting go of Miranda's hand as her lover undid her seatbelt and stood.
"I won't be." Miranda responded before walking away, large smile on her face having not able to remember the last time she had ever felt this happy, and walked through the purple curtain and through the lounge/entertainment area, and dining area, through the next set of purple curtains and out into the main sitting area of the Boeing 747-8, crossing the room and over to the cockpit door, knocking a few times. "Troy, its Miranda." she said, and waited a few seconds, frowning when there was no answer. She knocked again, more firmly this time. "Is everything alright in there?" she questioned and she again got no response she reached for the door handle, and had been about to try and open it when there was movement behind her.
Expecting to see Andrea she turned and jumped when she instead saw her co-pilot.
"You might want to sit down, landing is going to be very bumpy." Nicholas said.
Miranda stared at the young man, no doubt around Andrea's age, who was swaying on his feet. She zeroed in on the expensive bottle of Whisky in his hand - her whisky - which was nearly empty. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Where's Troy?"
"He's indisposed." Nicholas responded, smirking.
"What do you-" Miranda stopped talking once she opened the cockpit door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and with wide eyes at the vast and endless expanse of dark blue water. She then looked at Troy who had his eyes closed and was unmoving in the pilot chair.
Slowly turning around she gained in on Nicholas who simply began laughing at her.
"How does it feel knowing you're about to die?" he asked her.
Miranda shook her head. Surely this couldn't be happening. She had to still be asleep and dreaming.
"Tell me, Miranda, the high and mighty untouchable Dragon Lady, are you scared?"
"Miranda, what are you-" Andrea stopped talking from where she stood in the door way between the purple curtains and saw Nicholas standing near Miranda, still swaying. "Is everything alright?"
"This is for what you did to my fi-"
The plane suddenly jolted then, hitting severe turbulence, causing the three of them to be thrown off the floor and into the air.
Miranda watched as Nicholas fell back to said floor, his skill cracked open and bleeding profusely. She turned and in a blurred haze she saw Andrea who was slowly standing as the turbulence stopped, but a second later it started up again, and they clinged onto whatever they could.
"Get in your seat!" Miranda yelled over the loudness. "I'm going to try and call us in."
"What the hell are you talking about? Were supposed to be landing!" Andy responded, just as the plane began plummeting. "Oh my god!" she yelled hysterically. "Were falling out of the sky!"
Just as Andrea said those words both women jumped as there was a loud explosion which came from the back of the plane.
Both women's eyes connected, wide and scared, just as the plane snapped in to half.
"Miranda!"
"Andrea!" Miranda shouted back right before everything went dark, a searing pain at the back of her head registering.
~*~
Miranda opened her eyes and gasped awake, shooting upward into a sitting position, coughing and spluttering getting in all the air she could into her lungs.
Breathing heavily she looked out at the ocean that was endless, and way in the distance of said ocean she could see thick black smoke coming out from the deep water scenes of what had occurred flashing through her mind. Vivid memories of coming conscious deep under water and struggling to swim up the surface, her whole body aching and desperate for air, and once surfacing she had stared around at half of the wrecked plane that had yet to be submerged deep underneath. She had managed to cling onto some part of the plane that had been floating, calling out Andrea's name again and again, but getting no reply. Unable to fight the fatigue she had fallen asleep to only have been washed ashore which is where she now woke.
Looking up at the sky she noticed it beginning to darken, and Miranda’s body ached and shivered even though it wasn't cold. Her shoulder was the worst of her pain, and when she looked down at it, it didn't look normal.
Trying to stand Miranda failed, falling back down onto the sand with shaking legs.
"Andrea!" she called out, her voice dry and hoarse, but she didn't and wasn't, going to give up on finding the brunette beauty. "Andrea!" she continued to call, managing to stand and pushing through the pain, grunting as she walked, a searing pain in her foot.
Walking through all the pain she felt she had walked a good distance of the beach, but once night had fallen overhead, and the waves crashed violently beside her Miranda couldn't continue any longer and fell to the sand that was still warmed by the sun which had beamed down on it all day.
"Andrea!" she said, but it was no more than a whisper, as her eyes fluttered close and she fell asleep.
~*~
When Miranda woke again and saw Troy hovering over her looking concerned she in that moment had never been more grateful to see another human being.
As she slowly sat up she cried out in pain, her left shoulder aching crazily, but the pain she pushed through, gritting her teeth. She stood with the help of Troy as she looked around in a haze. "Where's Andrea?" she asked, she needed to know where she was... if she was dead Miranda had no idea what she would do. That'd be right though, the first and only person to ever have real genuine feelings of love for her who she spent one glorious night together with it could only ever be that night, that would be her luck. "Is she here with you? Oh god, she can't be dead! She just can't be!" she said, swaying on her weak legs. "This is all my fault!"
"Hey now, this is not your fault." Troy said, keeping Miranda steady and upright, careful to not touch the Runway Editor's left shoulder. "Nicholas was a maniac. He drugged me, and you and your girlfriend Andrea which sleeping powder so he could turn the plane around heading for the Indian Ocean where he wanted to crash it, but what he didn't know was that I gave him the wrong longitude and were in the South Pacific Ocean as we would never have been able to survive the Indian Ocean."
Miranda shook her head in complete confusion. "Did he say why he did this?"
Troy nodded. "You aren't going to like it."
"Go on." Miranda urged.
"A year ago his fiancé, Jasmine, whom he didn't say her last name used to work for you and you pushed her to the extreme and when you fired her she came so anxious and depressed with everything in life and so she committed suicide and-"
"Nicholas blames me and took his hurt and revenge out on me." Miranda cut Troy off, shaking her head. "You know what the worst part of this is?" she asked, laughing drly as Troy shook his head. "I don't even remember this Jasmine."
They both fell silent then as the waves crashed behind them.
"I need to go looking for Andrea. She could be badly injured." Miranda said, breaking said silence a few moments later.
Troy shook his head. "You can't in your condition." he said, pointing to the Runway Editor's shoulder. "That shoulder is dislocated."
"I can push through the pain." Miranda replied.
"We need to put it back into place." Troy continued, ignoring Miranda's words.
"And you know how to do that?" Miranda questioned looking at him quizzically with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. Roy dislocated his right shoulder when he used to play football, and it pops out of place from time to time, always seeming to happen when were together." Troy explained, continuing. "However you have no pain medication so this isn't going to be pleasant. Roy's popped out once when we were camping and he cried like a baby."
"Way to make me feel better." Miranda commented. "You need to work on your bed side manners."
"Some would say that about your work ethics and how you speak to your assistants." Troy shot back, the Runway Editor never have scared or intimidated him.
Miranda snorted. "Touché." she responded as she slowly sat back down again. "Let's get this over with then." she said, knowing that she couldn't waste any more time, she had to get to Andrea.
Troy knelt in front of Miranda touching her arm, and began speaking.
Miranda listened as Troy explained what he was going to do and what he needed her to do. She cringed at the detailed words, but nodded her head in understanding. "Just do it."
"On the count of three then." Troy said, continuing. "One... two...-" he pulled on the older woman’s arm, and her shoulder popped back into place, as Miranda cried out in agony.
The pain was so severe that Miranda passed out from said pain.
~*~
The first thing she felt when she became conscious again was the sun beaming down on her.
Miranda slowly opened her eyes, and blocked out said sun with her right hand as she sat up. She looked out at the waves that were crashing a bit more calmly, scanning the expanse of of ocean and saw nothing but ocean.
Turning she saw Troy sleeping a few feet away. She slowly stood, her head slightly pounding, and her shoulder - that was now held in her blouse that had been turned into a sling - was a dull ache and her mouth incredibly dry and a bladder full from lots of whisky and champagne.
Of all the things that could be thrown at her next, Miranda dreaded and couldn't believe that she was going to have to find a spot amongst the palm trees to squat, a thing she never in her wildest imagine thought she would have to do. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she supposed this was her karma for treating people badly and acting like a cold, nasty bitch, pushing everyone away in her life. This was Miranda's wake up call.
When she gets off this island she would be changing her ways.
Once she urinated, thankfully not getting any on herself, she walked back over to Troy who was waking up. "Thank you for fixing my shoulder. I'm going to find Andrea now, I've already wasted enough time."
"I'll come with you. Just let me go an-" Troy said, standing with a grunt, obviously feeling more internal pain over external. She hoped it was nothing seriously bad.
"No." Miranda cut him off as she watched him walking. He would only slow her down. "Stay here and recover, and if you can manage, try make a fire. The nights are quite chilly."
Troy nodded. "Alright."
"I'll be back as soon as I find Andrea." Miranda said, continuing. "Will you be okay?"
Troy looked up at her. "I'm made of steel. Don't even worry about me. Go find your gal."
Miranda nodded, and stepped closer to her pilot who was so much different than her driver.
She put her right arm around him for a brief embrace. "I will see you when we get back." she said before turning away and forcing her tears to not fall as she had no idea if she would come back with Andrea.
"Miranda." Troy said.
The older woman stopped and looked over her shoulder that was wrapped in her blouse that was working as a really good sling.
"Be careful." Troy said.
Miranda smiled at her pilot. "I will. You be careful also."
~*~
Miranda fell to her knees. She had no idea how long she had been walking for, but as she looked skyward the sun had moved across the sky signaling it to be late afternoon. Her stomach was rumbling and she licked her dry, parched, lips. She looked at the sky again up at the clouds. There were no breaks in the clouds as she as she could see. It wasn't going to be raining for quite a while.
"Andrea!" Miranda hoarsely called out. "I'm coming for you! I just... need to rest." she said, and her eyes began to flutter closed where she lay on the sand. However as they were fluttering she caught a flicker of something in the distance. "Andrea!" she gasped, her mouth so dry it was becoming sore to swallow. She stood with a low groan and pushed herself up, walking through the thick sand.
Miranda looked around everywhere as she moved closer to whatever was shining underneath the sun.
Once she got to said item her eyes widened and she was instantly hopeful when she saw Andrea's phone that was reflecting off the sun. She instantly picked it up and was totally shocked when she screen lit up. "Oh my god." she whispered, but then at the top of the screen the words No signal making the phone completely useless.
"Andrea! Are you here?!" Miranda yelled as she pocketed the mobile. She began walking again, her eyes scanning everywhere. A few steps further and she spotted her brunette beauty laying on the sand between two palm trees, the leaves of said tree's blocking the sun from Andrea's flawless porcelain skin. "Andrea!" Miranda yelled, practically jumping forward, racing towards the young woman. "Oh god, please be alive!" she whispered as she fell to her knee's. Her index and middle finger instantly going to Andrea's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Andrea's pulse steadily beating at a normal heart rate. "Oh, thank you lord!" she whispered as she cupped Andrea's cheek, which she noticed her whole face was incredibly hot with a high temperature. "Come on, darling, wake up for me."
However no matter how many times she shook Andrea to wake her the woman remained unconscious. She undid the piece of material Andrea had ripped from the bottom of her Metallica shirt that she had used to wrap around a wound on the middle of her thigh.
Studying said wound she didn't think it was that deep, but it could still need stitches however she had nothing to use to do able to do so. She put the bloody material back around the wound knowing she would have to keep a close eye on it to make sure it didn't get infected.
For now though she knew she had to try and get Andrea's fever down and so ripped off her already ripped black slacks at the bottom and went down to the water soaking the material and placed it on her lovers forehead. She continued to move back and fourth from the water all afternoon until the sun had set and the stars were sparkling above which she stared at, tears trailing down her cheeks as she gripped Andrea's hand and felt herself falling asleep.
However she woke up not long after and spent most of the night tossing and turning, jumping at every sound she heard, checking that Andrea was still breathing all the while trying to ignore the ache that was starting to settle in the pit of her stomach knowing that the hunger was only going to be worse when the sun came back up.
~*~
The sun was overhead as Miranda sat up and ran her right hand through her hair that as in desperate need of a shampoo. She couldn't believe how long and lonely that night had gone. She looked down at the brunette. "I don't think I can handle another night like that." she confessed loudly to Andrea's motionless body. She saw the young woman’s steady breathing and checked her wound thankful to see it looked no worse than when she first saw it last night. She felt Andrea's forehead and was pleased to feel her fever had gone down.
Miranda was completely puzzled as to why the brunette seemed to be in some deep sleep. "You need to wake up now." she firmly said, shaking Andrea. "I cannot do this without you." her words were nothing but the truth.
If Andrea didn't pull through, and if there were no signs of rescue, she knew she wouldn't be able to go on like this, the days dragging and the hunger always present. If Andrea didn't wake then she would have preferred to have drowned in the crash.
"You're the love of my life, you need to come back to me." Miranda whispered, cupping Andrea's cheek. "I need you."
A few moments later she stood with a sigh and stretched her arms and legs that were still aching, but it was only dull now, and knew it would take quite a few days until her body felt back to normal. Her eyes fell on something she hadn't seen yesterday, having been too concerned for Andrea. "Oh my god!" she said, racing forward. "Oh my god, Andrea, there are coconuts!" she said as she leant down and picked one up. "We can have something to drink finally!"
However that was not the case as for what felt like hours Miranda had tried and tried to find ways to crack countless coconuts with all her strength, but she simply couldn't do it. "I'm not strong enough!" she said, practically crying out at the thought of still not being able to have liquid sliding down her throat to try and quench her thirst. She threw the coconut down, her hands red and sore for doing it for so long, but she would try again soon and for now decided to have a wander of the beach and see if anything was washed ashore.
~*~
Once again night had fallen and she once again laid next to Andrea. "Please wake up tomorrow." she whispered, her arm over the brunette's stomach, and she took one of the brunette's hand into her own. She then looked up at the night sky and at the moon that was nearly full. "You will love the sky, darling, we are in the southern hemisphere." she said just as her stomach rumbled, the hunger making her feel incredibly sick, and the thirst for liquid becoming severe making her head ache. She knew it would only be a couple more days until they wouldn't be able to survive without water. She prayed and prayed that tomorrow would bring them rain.
~*~
Miranda jumped awake, startled, at the sound of a loud booming in the distance, and ran her fingers along Andrea's hand which she hadn't let go of as she again tossed and turned all night. She frowned when she felt Andrea's hand was wet. Her body froze when there was another loud boom until she opened her eyes which widened at the realisation as to what the noise was. Her brain was so hazy that for a moment she had forgotten what thunder sounded like.
There was another boom of thunder in the distance and she realised it had been raining throughout the night as the stormy weather made its way overhead.
The Runway Editor opened her mouth and licked her incredibly dry lips, as she rolled over onto her back, groaning at the slight pain that caused, as the rain fell down onto her and she opened her mouth. This didn't work very well, it never did, and she wasn't able to get a proper drink of water.
Slowly she sat up and when she looked behind and near where they lay she saw a fairly large leaf that was glistening with a fairly decent amount of rain water. "Oh my god." she practically croaked. "Andrea, there is water!"
Miranda tried to stand, but she was just too weak from hunger and water deprivation, but with all her might she dragged her body to the leaf and practically drink from it like a dog. She sighed gratefully as the liquid went down a treat. She then carefully picked up said leaf and forced herself up and gently opened Andrea's mouth, tipping some of the rain water into her lover’s parched lipped mouth.
Andrea then started coughing on the small amount of water as it went down her throat.
Soulful brown eyes suddenly opened then and she shot up continuing to cough and her back convulsed as she threw up a good amount of sea water.
"That's it, get it all out!" Miranda said, rubbing Andrea's back and once her lover stopped getting all the water out she eased Andrea back down onto the sand and their eyes connected and as she stared into Andrea's brown orbs, feeling as if she were staring into a familiar soul she had always know, she felt her eyes welling with tears.
"You're alive!" Andrea breathed. "I love waking up to your beautiful face." she added, holding her right hand out.
Getting the gist Miranda instantly leaned down and fell into Andrea's tight embrace. They both cried and slowly rocked, trying to calm each other down.
"This is all my fault." Miranda blurted a few seconds later, continuing to speak, explaining to her brunette beauty why the plane had crashed. "I'm so sorry." she said as she watched Andrea process the information. "I won't blame you if you hate me." she added, and at that her lover laughed, shaking her head.
"I could never hate you." Andrea responded, their eyes never leaving each other’s. "I love you, Miranda, and none of this was your fault. Okay?"
Miranda's breath had caught at those three words as the rest of the brunettes words slowly registered, and she nodded.
"I'm just so thankful that you're alive, and that we have each other in one piece." Andrea continued to speak. "Together we will get through this. We are both strong enough for this next chapter of our lives."
Miranda nodded at Andrea's true words. "I believe you." she whispered. "And my god I love you so much." she added, and then their parched lips were captured in a soft and ginger kiss just as it began to pour down with rain and they broke their kiss to laugh heartily as they continued to hold each other tightly not wanting to ever let go.
~*~
Later in the afternoon once they had a bit more water Andrea had decided she would be okay to start heading back to Troy.
They had been walking for quite some time now or in Andrea's case hobbling and pushing through the throbbing pain in her thigh.
Soon enough in the distance Miranda could make out Troy laying on the sand and informed Andrea that they were nearly there however Andrea had to stop and take a break.
Miranda also sat down and had a look at Andrea's wound which she knew must be incredibly painful, but her brunette beauty was keeping the most incredible brave face. It didn't look like it was getting any worse, but it also didn't look like it was getting any better. She feared it getting infected as she would have no idea what to do if that happened not to mention they had no antibiotics in sight. She walked down to the water and rinsed the black material, scrunching it and getting all the blood out of it, before replacing it on Andrea's wound hoping that the salt water might help it to heal.
Andrea hissed as she tightened the damp material around her lover’s thigh. "Sorry." she whispered as Andrea's face scrunched in pain.
They sat for a few moments longer before they helped each other up and began heading for Troy again.
However as they drew nearer to him Miranda frowned when she saw only a few measly sticks for a fire that looked like no effort had been put into making.
"Troy?" Miranda asked. "Could you not find any more sticks for a fire?" she asked, knowing that there would be loads more out there from the palm trees.
Upon getting no answer from Troy she wandered closer to him, his eyes were open along with his mouth. She covered her mouth, staring at his motionless and unbreathing, body. He was extremely pale, starting to turn a blueish colour, with rigor mortis having well and truly set in.
"Oh no." Miranda whispered, kneeling down next to his body. She looked up at Andrea through blurry tear filled eyes who was staring at Troy just as shocked.
They stayed silent for a good while before Miranda moved forward, lifting her hand which was shaking, and it hovered over Troy's face before she heard Andrea move beside her and her lovers hand was atop hers and together they closed Troy's eyes.
"Rest in peace." Andrea whispered.
Miranda nodded, swallowing hard, repeating her lover’s words.
~*~
Andy stood behind Miranda placing a hand on the older woman’s shoulder as her lover stepped away from Troy's buried body.
It had taken them a long time to dig the whole and they had done so in utter silence. Her lover dusted off the sand from her hands and stepped away with a sad sigh.
"I'll find some sticks to make a cross." Miranda said, breaking the silence that had fallen around them minus the crashing waves behind them.
"Okay." Andy said, watching as Miranda began walking towards the tree line. "I'll try and open one of these bloody coconuts again."
A Little While Later.
Miranda finished making the cross for Troy's grave just as Andrea loudly erupted with lots of "oh my gods" and "I did it, I did it!" and as she looked over at her lover she saw the brunette rushing over to her, bringing over a now opened coconut. She was handed said coconut and she took long and grateful sips.
Once the coconut was empty Andy sat back down and began cracking open another whilst Miranda placed the cross on Troy's grave.
It didn't take her long to crack another coconut and together they drank it in silence, but Miranda broke the silence not long later.
"I was fortunate enough to know Troy through Roy. They were over countless times with their family, their children and my girls loved spending time together, and still do on the occasion. Troy was a wonderful and quite the doting husband towards his wife, Rebecca, their love - like so many - was out of this world and no one could ever get between them. Not only was he an excellent husband, but also a brilliant father to his three children, Bethany, Lauren, and Warren. He was always proudly showing his children off." she said, pausing to wipe her eyes. "Then there was Roy, his twin brother, his best friend for what was supposed to be for life. They loved each other through all their flaws and all their arguments, always making up afterwards with their bond stronger than ever. Troy's life has been taken far too soon from this Earth, and he will be sorely missed by his family and friends, friends who I know thought he was, and I quote, a fucking legend which were words that I heard again and again at family events my girls and I were invited to." she leaned down and touched the sand where Troy was buried underneath. "Rest in peace."
When Miranda stopped speaking she turned and fell into Andy's arms, crying soundly.
~*~
The next couple of days were quite solemn. They hadn't spoken much, only when necessary, as their situation and very real threat that they could starve, settled over them.
Andy looked over at Miranda who stopped trying to light a fire, hissing in pain as she stared at her hand.
"Are you okay?" the brunette asked, and instantly got up, walking over to Miranda.
"It's just a small cut, not deep, I'll be fine." Miranda responded, standing and making her way to the water, submerging her hand in said water, the salt in it cleaning out her wound.
The nights were quite chilly, and they would need the warmth of a fire soon, as they both realised it was only going to start getting colder.
"I can take over if you want." Andy said.
"I've got a handle on it." Miranda replied.
"Are you sure because I really don-"
"I said I have it under control!" Miranda snapped, cutting the brunette off.
Andy closed her mouth and held up her hands. "Sorry for asking." she muttered and began to walk away however she was stopped by Miranda's uninjured hand, wrapping around her wrist, pulling her into the older woman’s body.
"I'm sorry." Miranda whispered, running her hand through Andrea's hair that was greasy, but she could care less. Her lover was still absolutely breathtaking in her eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm just... very hungry, and I get angry and agitated easily when hungry, but I know that's no excuse as we are both struggling with the same pain."
"It's okay." Andy responded, leaning into Miranda's body. "We just need that fire happening so I can cook the fish I'll be catching."
Miranda smiled at her lovers words. "We better get back to it then."
Andy nodded. "But first..." she closed the space between them and captured Miranda's mouth with her own. Their lips were thankfully no longer dry and chapped, thanks to the coconut and small amounts of rain water they were rationing.
It was a passionate kiss and Andy moaned into Miranda's mouth, cupping the older woman’s cheeks, as their tongues danced excitedly.
"We haven't kissed since two days ago." she whispered once they had broken said kiss. "And I don't know about you, but that was far too long of not feeling your lips against mine."
"It's the same for me. I could kiss you for hours." Miranda responded, and again they kissed, before they smiled and regretfully pulled away, but not before the older woman gasped when her lover decided to playfully slap her on the arse.
"Better get back to it then." Andy said, repeating Miranda's words, and smirked as she walked over to where she had been sitting and continued to try to make a spear from the piece of palm tree wood she decided was the suitable thickness and had found a sharp piece of metal from the plane that she was able to carve into said wood however she knew it was going to take her a long while until the wood would be sharp enough to strike at fish.
Andy looked over at Miranda who resumed trying to make a fire in the awesome fire pit she had made. "You're going to make a magnificent fire, I just know it."
~*~
"Argh, fucking piece of useless shit!" Andy yelled as she threw the speared stick away having yet failed at catching a fish. She had been close a couple times, but ultimately not good and quick enough. She stared up at the clear sky. "Why is this happening to us?" she questioned. "If there really is a God looking down on us would you please give us some sort of sign that we aren't going to die miserably of starvation!" she continued before slowly making her way back to Miranda dreading to have to tell the other woman that they had to go yet another night without food.
~*~
That Night.
Andy had been dosing when her nose twitched at the smell of smoke.
When she sat up she saw that Miranda had a small fire happening that she slowly tried to make bigger.
It soon erupted hugely and they both stared in shock.
"You did it!"
Miranda looked over at the brunette. "I did it." she repeated in a shocked tone, and they erupted with cheers and jumped around the crackling fire as they shouted in joy and for a few moments they forgot how hungry they were and that they were stranded on an island for god knows how long.
~*~