The Legend of Kissin' Kate - Epilogue
Yes, this is it, the final part, Enjoy!
For tamala_the_bear
Disclaimers are in the prologue
Epilogue
The Beginning
‘Ouch,’ Andy yelled as pin pricked her again. Nigel looked mock apologetically.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Did I hurt you? Because you know I wouldn’t if you stood still.’ Andy rolled her eyes and obliged. It had been two years since she and Miranda had burned Andy’s house down, staging Andy’s death. Andy still remembered the ride from her house to Miranda’s. She had sat behind Miranda on the black horse, her arms securely wrapped around Miranda’s waist. She had felt free. After that, they had explained almost everything to the twins and Miranda’s mother. The girls were a bit reluctant at first, especially when they heard they were going to move, but they had completely settled in there new house.
It had been a huge change for both Andy and Miranda too. They both had lived all their lives in small villages and now they lived in New York City. The journey had been long, but necessary if they wanted to be in a place where nobody knew Kissin’ Kate or Miranda Priestly. Andy was glad that it had become New York. She liked this city.
There had been some complications. When they had been only 30 miles away from Red Hill, Miranda had noticed that someone was following them. She had told Andy to continue with her daughter while she was going to find out who it was. For two days Andy had not seen Miranda, until on the third night she had heard the familiar clacking of Miranda’s high heels. When Miranda joined her in bed, she had asked what had happened. The other woman mumbled something about Sheriff Thompson and how she had dealt with it. Andy couldn’t feel very sorry for him.
Miranda’s mother had not moved with them. She was too old. She had died almost a year after their escape. Somehow Miranda had discovered that. It pained her that she could not have attended the funeral, but Andy helped her get through it.
Two months after they had settled in New York Miranda let Nigel know. He immediately came, claiming that life had been very dull ever since Kissin’ Kate had disappeared. He also brought Emily, who despite her haughty attitude and her constant mood swings proved to be very capable and nice sometimes.
In two years time Miranda had built up her own little fashion empire. She helped designers and tailors to make a career and made Nigel career better than it could have ever been in Red Hill or any of those towns. Which was why Andy was now playing model for Nigel. He said that she had a regular size, one which most women had which was perfect to adjust his clothes to.
Of course nobody knew that Miranda and Andy were a couple. Despite the fact that nobody in the Priestly house had anything against homosexuality, it was still despised by most of the population. Most of the people thought Miranda was some rich widow and Nigel her lover. Andy had taken on Miranda’s last name which caused that many people thought her to be Miranda’s niece or something like that.
Sometimes Andy still found Miranda in front of a mirror wearing her black pants and a blouse, like she almost longed to be Kissin’ Kate again. It had been her mask for so long Andy could not blame her. But she could not risk becoming a killer again. They had their new life now and it could not be endangered by that. It was however always on those nights that Miranda did not make love to Andy, but instead she fucked her until Andy was sure she could not walk the next day. Those nights were raw, wild, nearly animalistic. At first at had shocked Andy a little, but soon she learned to love it and return the favour.
‘When can I get out off these clothes?’ Andy asked. Nigel raised an eyebrow and pretended to be offended.
‘Thank you for the compliment,’ he said sarcastically.
‘No, I just mean. This is your winter collection and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s July. It’s hot and with it’s this even hotter. I just want to get out off these clothes.’
‘By all means do,’ an amused voice said behind. Andy turned and looked right at Miranda’s face. The woman sauntered towards her, swaying her hips, because she knew it would turn Andy on and it did. Andy immediately felt a slickness develop between her legs.
‘I think I’m going to leave you two to it and take our darling redhead for an afternoon of shopping. Just don’t ruin my clothes,’ Nigel said and left the room in search for Emily.
‘Hi,’ Andy said and kissed Miranda on her lips.
‘Is that how you greet me?’ Miranda asked with a raised eyebrow. Andy chuckled and pressed her lips against Miranda’s. The taste of smoke and Miranda invaded her mouth and she revelled in it.
‘Eh, you guys?’ they heard from the doorway. They broke apart and looked at the sound. Caroline and Cassidy were standing with arms crossed and raised eyebrow, looking a little too much like their mother.
‘Just because we are okay with you two being together, doesn’t mean we like looking at you eating each other’s face.’ Andy grinned while Miranda looked at her daughters with an amused look. They always complained about them being too clingy, but Andy and Miranda both knew they didn’t mind that much as they said. Andy winked at Miranda and kissed her again, but this time the silver haired responded in such a way that made Andy’s toes curl. When they stopped for air, the twins were gone.
‘How was your day?’ Andy asked sweetly. Miranda sighed, lit a cigarette and sat down.
‘Dreadful. How hard is it to tell the difference between turquoise and cerulean? These incompetent - -‘ Andy just smiled while she listened to Miranda ranting about the failure of so many small, but important things, at least to Miranda they were. Andy went to stand behind her and slowly massaged Miranda’s neck. She started to plant soft kisses on the white skin while her fingers unbuttoned Miranda’s dress.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Miranda asked when Andy had begun to unlace her corset.
‘I’m trying to make this day a little less dreadful,’ she replied and fastened her lips to a sensitive spot between Miranda shoulders while her hands slipped inside the corset and cupped Miranda’s breast. She received a barely contained moan in return.
‘Then you may continue,’ Miranda said, trying to sound casual, but failed to keep the lust out of her voice. Andy smiled and continued to undress Miranda.
Her life was so much better than it had been two years ago. She was in love with the most gorgeous woman on the planet, she had her own family now and felt happy. She wasn’t teaching anymore, but she did help Miranda with promoting the clothes by writing little articles about them, something pleased both her and Miranda. Miranda was even considering starting up her own magazine, a sort of newspaper, but only for fashion. And together with the twins and Miranda, Andy put her storytelling skills to good use by started a novel about a legendary woman, named Kissin’ Kate. Though that story was already over, their story as Miranda and Andy Priestly was just beginning.
The End
For tamala_the_bear
Disclaimers are in the prologue
Epilogue
The Beginning
‘Ouch,’ Andy yelled as pin pricked her again. Nigel looked mock apologetically.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Did I hurt you? Because you know I wouldn’t if you stood still.’ Andy rolled her eyes and obliged. It had been two years since she and Miranda had burned Andy’s house down, staging Andy’s death. Andy still remembered the ride from her house to Miranda’s. She had sat behind Miranda on the black horse, her arms securely wrapped around Miranda’s waist. She had felt free. After that, they had explained almost everything to the twins and Miranda’s mother. The girls were a bit reluctant at first, especially when they heard they were going to move, but they had completely settled in there new house.
It had been a huge change for both Andy and Miranda too. They both had lived all their lives in small villages and now they lived in New York City. The journey had been long, but necessary if they wanted to be in a place where nobody knew Kissin’ Kate or Miranda Priestly. Andy was glad that it had become New York. She liked this city.
There had been some complications. When they had been only 30 miles away from Red Hill, Miranda had noticed that someone was following them. She had told Andy to continue with her daughter while she was going to find out who it was. For two days Andy had not seen Miranda, until on the third night she had heard the familiar clacking of Miranda’s high heels. When Miranda joined her in bed, she had asked what had happened. The other woman mumbled something about Sheriff Thompson and how she had dealt with it. Andy couldn’t feel very sorry for him.
Miranda’s mother had not moved with them. She was too old. She had died almost a year after their escape. Somehow Miranda had discovered that. It pained her that she could not have attended the funeral, but Andy helped her get through it.
Two months after they had settled in New York Miranda let Nigel know. He immediately came, claiming that life had been very dull ever since Kissin’ Kate had disappeared. He also brought Emily, who despite her haughty attitude and her constant mood swings proved to be very capable and nice sometimes.
In two years time Miranda had built up her own little fashion empire. She helped designers and tailors to make a career and made Nigel career better than it could have ever been in Red Hill or any of those towns. Which was why Andy was now playing model for Nigel. He said that she had a regular size, one which most women had which was perfect to adjust his clothes to.
Of course nobody knew that Miranda and Andy were a couple. Despite the fact that nobody in the Priestly house had anything against homosexuality, it was still despised by most of the population. Most of the people thought Miranda was some rich widow and Nigel her lover. Andy had taken on Miranda’s last name which caused that many people thought her to be Miranda’s niece or something like that.
Sometimes Andy still found Miranda in front of a mirror wearing her black pants and a blouse, like she almost longed to be Kissin’ Kate again. It had been her mask for so long Andy could not blame her. But she could not risk becoming a killer again. They had their new life now and it could not be endangered by that. It was however always on those nights that Miranda did not make love to Andy, but instead she fucked her until Andy was sure she could not walk the next day. Those nights were raw, wild, nearly animalistic. At first at had shocked Andy a little, but soon she learned to love it and return the favour.
‘When can I get out off these clothes?’ Andy asked. Nigel raised an eyebrow and pretended to be offended.
‘Thank you for the compliment,’ he said sarcastically.
‘No, I just mean. This is your winter collection and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s July. It’s hot and with it’s this even hotter. I just want to get out off these clothes.’
‘By all means do,’ an amused voice said behind. Andy turned and looked right at Miranda’s face. The woman sauntered towards her, swaying her hips, because she knew it would turn Andy on and it did. Andy immediately felt a slickness develop between her legs.
‘I think I’m going to leave you two to it and take our darling redhead for an afternoon of shopping. Just don’t ruin my clothes,’ Nigel said and left the room in search for Emily.
‘Hi,’ Andy said and kissed Miranda on her lips.
‘Is that how you greet me?’ Miranda asked with a raised eyebrow. Andy chuckled and pressed her lips against Miranda’s. The taste of smoke and Miranda invaded her mouth and she revelled in it.
‘Eh, you guys?’ they heard from the doorway. They broke apart and looked at the sound. Caroline and Cassidy were standing with arms crossed and raised eyebrow, looking a little too much like their mother.
‘Just because we are okay with you two being together, doesn’t mean we like looking at you eating each other’s face.’ Andy grinned while Miranda looked at her daughters with an amused look. They always complained about them being too clingy, but Andy and Miranda both knew they didn’t mind that much as they said. Andy winked at Miranda and kissed her again, but this time the silver haired responded in such a way that made Andy’s toes curl. When they stopped for air, the twins were gone.
‘How was your day?’ Andy asked sweetly. Miranda sighed, lit a cigarette and sat down.
‘Dreadful. How hard is it to tell the difference between turquoise and cerulean? These incompetent - -‘ Andy just smiled while she listened to Miranda ranting about the failure of so many small, but important things, at least to Miranda they were. Andy went to stand behind her and slowly massaged Miranda’s neck. She started to plant soft kisses on the white skin while her fingers unbuttoned Miranda’s dress.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Miranda asked when Andy had begun to unlace her corset.
‘I’m trying to make this day a little less dreadful,’ she replied and fastened her lips to a sensitive spot between Miranda shoulders while her hands slipped inside the corset and cupped Miranda’s breast. She received a barely contained moan in return.
‘Then you may continue,’ Miranda said, trying to sound casual, but failed to keep the lust out of her voice. Andy smiled and continued to undress Miranda.
Her life was so much better than it had been two years ago. She was in love with the most gorgeous woman on the planet, she had her own family now and felt happy. She wasn’t teaching anymore, but she did help Miranda with promoting the clothes by writing little articles about them, something pleased both her and Miranda. Miranda was even considering starting up her own magazine, a sort of newspaper, but only for fashion. And together with the twins and Miranda, Andy put her storytelling skills to good use by started a novel about a legendary woman, named Kissin’ Kate. Though that story was already over, their story as Miranda and Andy Priestly was just beginning.
The End