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"It's not." Miranda cut shortly, elegantly leaning against the back of the sofa in her townhouse office.
"It is! She likes it every time I cook it." Emily crossed her arms, stopping her furious pacing right in front of Miranda.
"I'm telling you, it's not her favourite meal." Miranda kept her voice calm, lifting the glass of wine to her lips. She sipped deliberately slowly, as if her whole body was meant to express her power "I've been married to her for almost five years now. I should know my wife's favourite meal."
"Hello?? I'm her wife too!"
Yes, Emily was Andrea's wife too - and Miranda's actually - even if she had been added to the equation a year later.
Miranda had married Andrea after a few years of courtship, during which Andrea had left Runway and started her new job at the New York Mirror. Then Emily had left too and started working at Dior, and Miranda had felt like it was not inappropriate anymore to feel something for her former first assistant.
She had talked to Andrea about it, wanting her marriage not to end up in another disastrous divorce, only to discover that her new wife was feeling the same way about her ex-colleague.
So that was it.
They were both in love with Emily Charlton - and with each other - and somehow Miranda, with Andrea's help, had come to the conclusion that nothing was wrong with her for being in love with two women at the same time.
Somehow the stars had aligned and they had discovered - with Nigel's help - that Emily had feelings for Andrea, and for Miranda, which was definitely not a secret to anybody. So it was no surprise that after a year of weird dating and courting from the married couple, she had said yes to their proposal of being added to the marriage.
Imagine explaining it to the officiant, who was already startled by the same-sex marriage, not to mention the fact that he was supposed to celebrate a wedding between an already married couple and a single woman.
That had been fun - well, not for him - but for Andrea and Nigel, who had had the lovely privilege of witnessing Miranda scare him with only an icy glare, making him stop asking any more questions.
Their marriage had been splendid ever since. Miranda was satisfied with both her wives, and so were the two younger women.
But when you have two power bottoms and a top in a relationship, well, little dominion fights are always around the corner.
Emily and Miranda were always bickering about who loved and knew Andrea better, and Andrea was usually very happy to come up with ways to make them both feel equal in their marriage.
But sometimes Miranda used her plus-four Uno card to win arguments with Emily, and the younger woman always had to bow her head and kneel in front of her wife - both literally and figuratively speaking.
"Yes, but I married her first." Miranda cut short, growling before taking another sip of wine.
"I married you two only a year after you did!" Emily was starting to crack; her eyes were covered in a thin veil of tears and her nose was starting to turn red.
"Exactly. So I married her first, which means I've been her wife longer. Therefore, I know her better."
"What could you have possibly learned about her in less than a year that I do not know?! She's been married to you for almost five years and to me for almost four - believe me, I know her tastes." Emily was almost hugging herself, trying to physically console her mind into believing what she was saying.
She knew and loved Andrea, and she wanted to win this argument so badly.
But at the same time, she hated fighting with Miranda, because Miranda was her wife too, and she loved her with all of her heart.
Miranda was as glacial as ever when it came to Andrea; she didn't let anyone overstep their relationship - not even her other wife - even if she also loved her madly.
Yes, Miranda loved Emily and Andrea equally, but Andrea had been her lover and wife first, and her joyful character completely melted her.
Andrea was able to fix all of the cracks in her soul and mind, while Emily satisfied her need to feel worshipped and understood her obsession about her job.
Emily was a damsel in distress that Miranda loved to save, while Andrea was the one who let Miranda be the one in need of saving.
Their dynamic was perfect: Miranda was always a bit icy and bitchy, but she melted for her wives; Emily was icy too, but she always needed some kind of comfort - she just wanted to be seen and loved; and Andrea was so eager to please everyone, she felt like she had doubled her possibilities with two strong, confident wives next to her.
"I know her better than anyone, and I'm telling you, that's not her favourite food." Miranda slowly stood up and walked over to stand in front of her wife, looking into her big blue eyes.
"Want to bet?" Emily snapped, letting her frustration win, and regretting her words immediately.
Miranda grinned and brushed her fingers lightly against her wife's cheek, moving up to tuck a rebel strand of red hair behind her ear.
"Oh darling, I don't need to sink that low to win an argument. I know I'm right." She retrieved her hand and took a few steps back to place her almost empty glass on the desk, moving slowly, never breaking eye contact with Emily.
"Well, we'll see about that." Emily's voice trembled, but she stood her ground, lifting her head and glaring at Miranda.
"Oh, we will..." She paused, looking at Emily for a few infinite instants. "... That's all."
Emily's eyes went wide and she took a step forward, shortening the distance between her and her wife.
"Don't you dare 'that's all' me!" She pointed her index finger at Miranda, but kept her other hand on her belly, trying to keep her robe closed, preventing her wife from seeing her lingerie - as both a form of punishment for Miranda and protection for herself "I'm not your assistant anymore. I am your wife!"
"You are being hysterical." Miranda glared at her, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm not being hysterical, you're being mean." tears were threatening to fall, and Emily tried with all of her heart not to cry over such a stupid thing.
"Yes, because you're being hysterical."
The thing that always made Emily break was that Miranda always kept her voice calm and low during their arguments, as if she were always trying to say she was better than anyone without actually saying it.
So with that, Emily left the room, stomping her feet on the floor as she stormed downstairs.
She heard a distant, "Do you mind lifting your feet when you walk?" coming from upstairs, and slammed the kitchen door behind her.
~ ♡ ~
The sound of keys unlocking the door made Patricia lift her head and slowly walk toward the entrance of the townhouse. Her tail wiggled slowly as she watched the door open and Andrea's silhouette emerge from the dull, gray light of the rainy afternoon.
Andrea gently shook her umbrella outside the door, letting the excess water fall on the ground before entering the house. She smiled at Patricia, who was now patiently sitting in front of the door, wagging her tail and waiting to be acknowledged.
"Hey girl!" She kneeled in front of the dog, who had lowered her ears and stretched her nose forward to be petted.
Andrea gently caressed her big head and scratched behind her ears, making Patricia's tail wag even faster.
"Why is our house so quiet on a Saturday afternoon?" She stood up and took her trench coat off, hanging it on the coat rack.
"Mh?" Andrea turned to look at Patricia, who was still sitting there, and shook her head, chuckling "Silent treatment, huh? Do I have to Sherlock my way around then?"
The dog sneezed, and Andrea snorted as she slipped her boots off, replacing them with her comfortable cerulean slippers - kindly gifted by Miranda, who apparently couldn't stand the idea of her wife padding around barefoot inside the house.
"Come on, can you at least show me where my wife is?" Andrea asked, suppressing a giggle, and Patricia tilted her head to the side with a questioning look.
"You're right, I've got two... just take me to whoever is closer."
With that, Patricia stood up and trotted along the hallway toward the kitchen, scratching at the door while looking back in Andrea's direction. Andrea calmly reached her and patted her head.
"Good girl!" She opened the kitchen door, still looking down at Patricia, and smiled "You won a treat, come on."
Andrea entered the kitchen and looked around, expecting to find Miranda getting ready to cook their usual Saturday dinner - leaving Cara to her own family at Andrea's express request - but when she looked at the kitchen island, she only saw the back of a small figure sitting on one of the counter stools.
Andrea grabbed one of Patricia's treats from the higher shelf and threw it to the dog with a bright smile, whispering a "good girl" as Patricia caught it on the fly.
Andrea then walked silently toward the figure folded into herself, arms crossed on the kitchen island and head resting on them. She lowered herself slightly, gently caressing the thin figure covered in black, flowy fabric, and hugged her from behind.
"Well, hello. How's my princess?" Andrea whispered into her wife's ear and let her hands roam over her body, sliding under her robe to gently cup her breasts.
"I'm not... in the mood." Emily's voice came out choked and husky, but she did not pull away, letting Andrea's front press against her curved back.
"Sorry..." Andrea immediately let go of her breasts, letting her hands simply hug her hips instead, stroking her belly along the way.
Andrea's gentle voice almost made Emily cry. The sensation of being listened to and understood always got to her. Andrea was always understanding, never pushing her boundaries, and never getting mad at her for not being in the mood.
"No, I'm sorry... "
"You don't have to be, babes. If you're not in the mood that's totally fine, I'm sorry for assuming," Andrea whispered again and placed a kiss on her wife's red hair.
"... I like it when you touch me, though..."
"I know, princess, don't worry about it." Andrea confirmed her words by stroking her belly once again, then continued, "Is there something wrong?"
"No..." Emily's voice was barely audible, and her body was starting to tremble with frustration as she fought to keep herself from crying.
At that moment, Andrea noticed the still-sealed tub of sugar-free, zero-calorie ice cream sitting in front of Emily, a spoon resting on top of it and a pool of water under the container.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
"I don't know... ten minutes? Three hours? Could be anything," Emily whispered and looked to her right, keeping her wife from seeing her face.
Andrea leaned forward and grabbed the ice cream container, shaking it gently. She felt the contents move way too much for ice cream that had just been taken out of the freezer. She put it back down into the puddle of clear water that had gathered on the counter as the condensation melted.
"Judging by the state of this ice cream, I'm guessing it's been a few hours..."
Emily simply huffed, and Andrea hugged her tighter, kissing every inch of hair she could reach.
"Would you look at me, please?" Andrea gently asked. She felt her wife tense under her touch, then gradually melt into her kisses, finally turning slightly toward her.
Big blue eyes met brown ones, and Andrea gasped at the sight of the puffy, red skin on her wife's face.
"Oh my god, babes, what happened? How long have you been crying?" Andrea asked while kissing every inch of skin she could reach, feeling Emily melt completely into her arms.
"It's nothing... It's just... I had a fight with Miranda..."
"Please tell me you two weren't arguing over me again... I love you both equally, and I know you two love each other too."
"It's - it's just a stupid argument. I don't want to talk about it," Emily sniffed, panicking slightly as Andrea let go of her, placing a final kiss on her forehead. "W-where are you going?"
Andrea smiled at her and walked over to the fridge, opening the freezer.
"I'm not going anywhere, babes. I'm getting something for my beautiful wife, who deserves to feel better."
Emily watched in awe as Andrea searched through the freezer, and a few instants later, Andrea squeaked in joy as she found what she was looking for.
"Ah, there we go, much better!" She closed the freezer with a muffled thud and happily shook the new ice cream container she had found. "This one is real ice cream."
"Which I'm not eating." Emily said, crossing her arms over her chest and turning completely on the stool to watch Andrea walk back toward her.
Andrea leaned down as soon as she reached her and placed a light kiss on her lips.
"I promise you'll feel better with just a spoonful of this chocolate delight." She giggled as she opened the container and grabbed the spoon that was resting on the kitchen island behind Emily.
"I didn't even eat mine, do you really think I'm eating yours?! That ice cream is a caloric bomb of mass destruction."
Andrea ignored the comment and simply placed a kiss on her cheek, stabbing the ice cream with the metallic spoon.
"Not even if I spoon-feed you?" Andrea chuckled and smirked at her wife, who was already melting at the idea.
"I... maybe..." Emily whispered, caressing her own arms in a self-cuddle.
Andrea smiled warmly and placed the ice cream on the island for a moment, grabbing Emily's waist and pulling her up onto the counter too. She moved the stool to the side and gently parted her wife's legs to stand right in between them. She then scooped a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and lifted it to Emily's mouth, waiting for her to take it.
The redhead looked at her for a moment, then lowered her gaze, feeling guilty even before putting that caloric food into her mouth. Andrea immediately read her thoughts and shook her head.
"Babes, you're perfect. Stop torturing yourself over your weight."
Emily snorted and rolled her eyes, yet she still leaned forward and opened her mouth, letting Andrea spoon-feed her the first taste of real ice cream she had had in months. As soon as the rich chocolate flavour exploded on her taste buds, her eyes rolled back in pleasure and a soft moan escaped her throat.
"Woah, hold your horses. I can't ruin this pair of panties too." Andrea chuckled, and with that, she finally made her wife giggle for the first time since she had gotten back home that afternoon.
Emily's eyes lit up into a smile and she lifted her arms, resting her forearms on her wife's shoulders.
"Would you like some more?" Andrea gently asked, already scooping some more ice cream with the spoon.
Emily did not answer, but she leaned forward once again, parting her lips and letting Andrea gently push the spoon into her mouth. There was a silent moment in which Andrea simply bathed in the magnificent sight of her wife moaning at the taste of the ice cream, while Emily closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensation of being so close to pleasure without even being touched.
Big blue eyes slowly opened, and suddenly the look on her face changed drastically, morphing into a look of pure terror.
"Do... do you love me?" tears threatened to fall once again, as Emily fell back into her rabbit hole of desperation and fear.
"What?!" Andrea immediately put down the ice cream container and placed her hands on her wife's cheeks, cupping her face. "Of course I love you... You're my princess, are you not?"
She placed a series of kisses on Emily's neck, trailing up her jaw, her cheek, and her temple, before ending with a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Emily reciprocated, parting her lips and letting them touch as much as they could. When they broke apart, Emily's eyes were filled with tears, and her cheeks were marked by wet, vertical lines.
She leaned forward, hiding her face in the crook of Andrea's neck, and let her arms slide over her hips, clasping at her wife's back. Andrea immediately hugged her back, tightening their embrace, and placed a few gentle kisses on top of her head.
"Babes... I'm here. It's okay."
Andrea felt Emily slowly calm down as her sobs stopped and her embrace softened. She leaned back to look at her wife's face before she spoke.
"What if we watch a movie together in our bed? Would you like that?"
Emily nodded, letting a small smile creep up her face as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
"But... I want you to cuddle me." the redhead sniffed, letting Andrea kiss every inch of her skin.
"Of course."
"And I want to watch The Princess Diaries... because Anne Hathaway looks so much like you..."
"Oh, baby girl..." Andrea smiled warmly at her.
"...I like Julie Andrews too..." Emily admitted, lowering her head as if she had said something she shouldn't have.
"I like her too, princess. She kind of reminds me of-" A light thud startled both of them and they turned to look at the doorway, only to find a figure silently standing against the frame. "-Miranda..."
"You're home." Miranda simply stated, giving Andrea a quick look before shifting her gaze to Emily, who was still sitting on the kitchen island with her black robe half open, revealing her beautiful black lingerie and pale skin.
Andrea smiled gently and stepped out of Emily's arms to greet her other wife, who seemed particularly pissed off.
"Hello, gorgeous..." Andrea greeted her, stepping closer to wrap her arms around Miranda's shoulders. She felt Miranda's hands rest on her waist as they shared a quiet moment.
"How long have you been home?" Miranda asked.
She seemed sad - disappointed, maybe - but not necessarily angry. Andrea guessed she was simply wondering why her wife hadn't rushed to greet her the moment she arrived, as was their usual habit.
"Not long, twenty minutes maybe?" Andrea answered, giving her wife a gentle smile.
"How was work?"
"Busy. You know I usually manage to finish everything during the week to be free on the weekend, but after being home for two days with that fever, I had a lot of catching up to do."
"Mh..."
Miranda was usually much more reactive when it came to hearing about Andrea's day. Hearing her reply with only a simple nod and a muted "mh" made Andrea realize that the argument her wives had had that afternoon might have been more serious than she initially thought.
"Are you all right, honey?"
"Of course."
The short answer confirmed to Andrea that she was, in fact, not all right at all. She let it slide, though, not wanting to push her wife into talking when she wasn't ready.
"I was thinking... maybe we could order a pizza or something? We wanted to watch a movie, so..." Andrea let her hands roam over Miranda's neck and shoulders while speaking, attentively watching her light blue eyes follow her movements. "...Would you like to join us?"
"I came down to cook dinner. But you go ahead if you want pizza; I'll cook something for myself."
At that answer, Emily snorted, slipping off the kitchen island. She closed her robe, knotting the thin fabric belt tightly at her waist. Miranda shot her a glacial look, but their eyes never met, as Emily purposefully looked around the room instead of acknowledging her wife.
"Go watch the movie..." Miranda's gaze returned to Andrea, and her sharp features softened slightly. "... I'll eat here."
"Honey-" Andrea tried, but she was cut short immediately.
"It's fine, really."
Miranda left a small, light kiss on her wife's cheek and let go of her, gliding elegantly toward the fridge to start looking for the ingredients for her dinner. Andrea stood there in silence for a moment, observing her two wives completely ignore each other as they moved around the kitchen, and her heart tightened.
She snapped back to reality as she heard Miranda's voice call her name, and her attention immediately shifted.
"Andrea, dear, do you mind closing the guest bedroom window? I'm afraid it was left open, and I wouldn't want the rain to get inside the house."
Andrea tilted her head to the side and kept silent for a moment, watching Miranda move around the kitchen without actually doing anything at all. She watched her hands grab random items and shift them around, placing something down only to put it right back where it had been.
"Sure thing, baby." she breathed, shaking her head slightly before turning to look at Emily, who had patiently cleaned the kitchen island and put the ice cream back in the fridge. "Babes, want to come up with me? You can choose your pizza while I go and close the window."
Emily looked at her, knowing that "babes" was always meant for her. Yes, she was always "babes" or "princess" to her wife, while Miranda was always "baby" or "honey." Andrea loved pet names - she lived for them, actually - and somehow her wives had started loving them too. Miranda was almost offended when Andrea called her by her actual name, unless they were at some kind of official event that required a bit more composure, yet both she and Emily would never admit it.
Emily nodded at Andrea's suggestion and immediately reached her side, walking past the kitchen door and toward the stairs. Andrea stood at the doorway for a few seconds more, watching Miranda and biting her own lip in a desperate search for the right words.
"You... Are you sure you don't want to come upstairs with us?"
Miranda placed her hand on the kitchen counter and rubbed the surface lightly, as if she were trying to collect her thoughts through the motion.
"Yes." She smiled faintly at her wife and turned her head away again.
Andrea nodded and slid her hands into her trouser pockets, turning to walk away from the kitchen, when she heard Miranda call out behind her.
"Excuse me, miss, where do you think you're going?"
Andrea turned immediately on her heels, her eyes locking onto Miranda, who was now giving her one of those falsely disappointed looks, paired with pursed lips. Andrea shook her head and practically lunged toward her wife, snaking her arms around her shoulders and crashing her lips into Miranda's.
A low hum of approval left Miranda's throat as she let her hands slide slowly under Andrea's shirt, caressing the warm skin of her hips and ribs.
"That's better." Miranda hummed as their lips parted slowly, filling the kitchen with a soft, wet pop.
Miranda's hands snaked around Andrea's waist, and her nails dug into her soft, creamy skin, pulling a quiet moan from her wife.
"Miranda..." Andrea warned, closing her eyes as the older woman left a trail of wet kisses down her neck.
"Mh...?" She didn't even bother stopping her teasing, acting as if Andrea's warning wasn't something she actually needed to care about. But then, the soft and husky voice of the younger woman reached her ears again.
"Baby, come upstairs with us... I'm sure we can - continue our... discussion in bed."
Miranda leaned back, reluctantly leaving Andrea's neck.
"I don't want to be in the same room as her-" Miranda started, and Andrea opened her mouth to reply, but the older woman lifted a hand to stop her. "-let me finish, please."
Andrea nodded, and Miranda continued, tightening her grip on her wife's hips.
"I am still mad at her, even if I don't want to be, because it was a stupid argument - and I must stress the stupid part. So I don't want to be in the same room until I've calmed down, or..." She gestured vaguely in mid-air. "...well, you know."
"Oh, I know it can get ugly when you're mad... And I know sometimes Emily is a piece of work..."
"She really is."
Andrea chuckled and looked at her for a few moments more. She leaned in and kissed Miranda's cheek with a soft, gentle motion before hugging her tightly, wrapping her arms around the older woman's neck.
"God, I love you so much it hurts sometimes."
Miranda snorted, but her eyes twinkled at her wife's confession, and Andrea took it as the perfect time to tease her.
"You know, you can say nice things to me too sometimes."
"I don't want your ego to get too big." Miranda shot back immediately, but the smile never left her face. "Also, I prefer facts over words. You should know that by now."
Andrea smiled and kissed her lips again - in a sloppier motion this time, leaving the older woman slightly breathless.
"I know, and I came to terms with that long ago. But still, words do count as an appreciated demonstration of love."
"I'll keep that in mind." Miranda lowered her hands, setting Andrea free from her tight embrace.
"And you know Emily really cares about words, so please keep that in mind. Everything you say is perceived ten times heavier by her."
"I know that... It's just... Sometimes she just gets to me, and I can't control myself..."
"Hey, I'm not taking sides here - since nobody will tell me what you were actually arguing about - but just... We both know she has to be handled with care and kindness, since she's the first one who's always scolding herself for everything."
Miranda bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, whatever."
Andrea smiled softly and placed one last gentle kiss on her wife's lips before finally letting her go.
"I'll be upstairs if-"
"I know, don't-" A crack of thunder interrupted Miranda mid-sentence, and her body froze in place. Her grip tightened on Andrea's hips, her eyes squeezing shut.
Andrea knew the drill. She immediately placed a gentle kiss on Miranda's shoulder, caressing her back in silence.
"Go on, honey..."
Andrea's gentle, soothing voice made Miranda open her eyes again, forgetting the sound that had startled her.
"I - I was saying you don't have to worry about... me..."
Andrea nodded. She knew better than to expose Miranda's fears or mess with her when she was already stressed. She simply let her have her way and left her in the kitchen after a few more gentle kisses on her shoulder.
She went upstairs and closed the window, which was, in fact, wide open, fighting against the wind that was clearly trying to thwart her task. She mopped up the few drops of rain that had managed to wet the floor, and suddenly, a voice reached her.
"I'm having a salad, by the way. I am so not eating any of these carb-stuffed things."
Andrea turned, still holding the mop, and took in the image of Emily leaning against the doorframe. She was holding the pizzeria takeaway menu between her index finger and thumb as if it were about to explode. Andrea chuckled, walked toward her, slid her free hand around Emily's waist, and kissed her cheek.
"You're having pizza, and the one downstairs is having one too. I'm not taking no for an answer."
She exited the guest bedroom and put the mop back in its place, making sure everything in the utility closet was perfectly orderly - not so much for Miranda, but Cara would have her head if anything was out of place. It was surprising how she always ended up surrounding herself with the same type of women; they were the same person in different fonts, while Andrea was just some random, puppy-eyed, quiet, gentle girl written in Comic Sans. That was supposedly why she was always the peacemaker.
"What??? There's no way in hell I'm having any of these pizzas."
Emily followed her into their bedroom and stood there, studying the menu with a startled expression, while Andrea undressed, putting on her silk pyjamas - which had originally belonged to Miranda.
"You can have that boring one with lots of veggies and stuff. I believe it's called a vegetariana or something like that."
"I know what it's called, I speak Italian, remember? - and just for the record, you're saying it wrong."
Emily climbed onto the bed, followed by Andrea, who was finally done changing into her pyjamas.
"I'm not saying it wrong." Andrea smiled, knowing perfectly well that she was pronouncing it with the most American accent possible.
"Yes, you are." Emily lay back on the bed, letting herself sink into the soft cushions and sheets.
Oh, Miranda had such excellent taste in these kinds of things.
Andrea leaned over next to her and rested her head on her wife's shoulder.
"You should pronounce every letter. Also, you shouldn't drag the sounds out. Imagine every letter has its own little box, and you quickly pronounce them one after the other."
Emily loved to feel useful; she loved explaining things to her wife since it made her feel more confident, and Andrea was happy to play the part of the student who needed her teacher’s guidance.
"Mh... So something like..." Andrea propped herself up on one elbow and leaned closer to Emily. She lowered her head just enough for their lips to brush against each other. "... Veh-jeh-tah-ree-AH-nah?"
Emily nodded, feeling Andrea's warm breath on her skin as she spoke slowly.
"Yes..." She lifted one hand to cup her wife's cheek. "...something like that..."
Emily was starting to feel better again, her sadness and disappointment slowly melting under Andrea's care. The argument she had had with Miranda earlier that afternoon was slowly slipping away from her mind. She felt Andrea's lips brush against hers and closed her eyes, lifting her head slightly to close the distance. Their lips met in a gentle kiss and Emily heard herself hum in approval, her arms lifting to slide around her wife's shoulders.
Their lips parted as Emily dropped her head back against the pillow, smiling softly.
"Come on, have pizza tonight... " Andrea whispered, resting her forehead against Emily's. "Can you do that for me, babes?"
"Mh..." Emily kept her eyes closed and rested her hands on Andrea's shoulders. "... I suppose... I can do that to make my wife happy..."
"You're such a good girl..."
It hit the spot immediately. Andrea knew her wife perfectly, and that meant she also knew her deeper secrets - and kinks - and of course, Emily had praise kinks, just as Andrea did. She should have known it immediately when she met her the first time, even though nothing compared to what happened to Emily when Miranda was the one praising her.
Sure, she liked it when it was Andrea praising her, but when the words "good girl" were pronounced by Miranda herself, Emily would go completely feral, and she was left with only one brain cell working - usually screaming to be laid right there and then, no matter the situation they were in. Andrea was no better than her, actually; Miranda held a power in her hands so strong that she could make both her wives kneel before her by simply using those two simple words.
"My good girl..." Andrea's voice crushed once again against Emily's skin, and the girl moaned softly.
Andrea let her lips suck gently on the exposed skin of her wife's breast and let two fingers drag down the expensive fabric on one cup of her black bra. She moved down as a small, reddish-pink coloured nipple appeared as the fabric was moved away. Andrea let her tongue slide slowly over that small bump, and Emily shivered under her, letting a loud moan escape her lips.
"My god-" A strangled cry left her, and Andrea smiled against her skin.
"Oh, princess, don't restrain yourself..." She kissed the nipple that was now becoming redder under Andrea's attention. "... let me hear you. You're so fucking hot."
Emily always reprimanded her for her language - as Miranda usually did - but when they were in bed, they had discovered they both were such fans of their wife's use of occasional curse words.
"I - god, bae, I-" Emily tried again, but her words kept dying in her throat.
Andrea took her nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting it gently, making sure not to hurt the woman under her, just enough to tease her. She felt Emily's nails drag along her shoulders and slip down her back as Emily's back arched a bit more under Andrea's attention.
Andrea's hand moved from the lace of Emily's bra, sliding slowly down to caress the skin over her ribs, then moving to her belly, stroking gently. Emily melted under her touch and opened her eyes slightly, looking at Andrea, who was already staring at her with an expression of deep affection.
Emily reached out to cup Andrea's cheek, pulling her closer as they both leaned in to share a kiss. Andrea followed her lead, but right before their lips could meet, a loud crack of thunder broke the silence of the room and made them both jump in surprise.
They didn't even have time to understand what was happening before another - stronger and louder - thunder cracked, lighting up the sky. The lights went out, and a loud thud and a strangled scream followed from downstairs. Andrea and Emily immediately stumbled in the dark, trying to find each other's hands. They jumped off the bed, simultaneously breathing a worried "Miranda," and rushed downstairs after tentatively grabbing their phones from the nightstand. Andrea flicked on her phone torch and lit the way down the stairs.
"Miranda?!" she called out as she carefully stepped down the stairs, followed closely by Emily.
"I'm fine-" a tiny, startled voice reached them, and Andrea practically flew down the remaining steps to reach her wife as soon as possible.
She entered the kitchen and pointed the torch around the room, spotting Miranda hidden in a distant corner, hugging herself tightly. A tupperware container was resting on the floor alongside its lid.
"Honey, are you all right?" Andrea reached Miranda and carefully caressed her shoulders.
"Are you okay, dear?" Emily followed immediately - their fight completely forgotten - and reached Miranda with a concerned look on her face.
"Yes..."
No, she was not okay. Well, she wasn't hurt or anything, but her heart was racing wildly and her whole body was trembling. Oh, she hated thunderstorms.
"Let's go upstairs..." Andrea's gentle voice carried Miranda's shocked mind to a calmer place.
Emily caressed her arm and tugged on her sleeve to make Miranda lower her hands. She let their fingers tangle together and felt Miranda squeeze tightly. Andrea caressed Miranda's back with her free hand as she pointed the torch around the kitchen with the other, guiding them as they moved. They carefully made their way to the stairs, where Andrea stopped in a sudden motion.
"Let me check if we're the only ones with no electricity. Just wait here for a second." She moved away and a few seconds later got back to her wives, shaking her head. "The whole street is blacked out..."
"We'll just light up some of your candles or something." Emily teased and took a few steps up the stairs.
"We are so not using my scented candles," Andrea faked an offended tone and followed a few steps behind, letting Miranda be in the middle between her and Emily.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you used those to save the world along with your crystals and stuff."
"I use those for research and experimental purposes. You should try it sometime." Andrea offered with a serious face that was almost immediately betrayed by a playful smile.
"No, shan't."
A suppressed chuckle escaped Miranda's lips, and the two women immediately relaxed, knowing their strategy had worked. Their bickering always made Miranda laugh, as they never actually argued; they just teased each other with snarky and witty comments, ending in Miranda's chuckles and cuddle attacks by the other two.
They reached the second floor, and as they took their first step into their bedroom, the lights came back on like magic.
"Well, I guess my scented candles are not needed after all."
"Pity." Emily mocked, and Andrea rolled her eyes as she flicked off her phone torch.
Andrea moved her gaze to find Miranda's and she smiled at her gently before placing a kiss on her temple.
"Are you all right, baby?"
Miranda nodded and leaned closer, resting her head on the crook of her wife's neck in a desperate and silent search for affection.
Andrea stroked her back and Emily placed a gentle kiss on her wrist, feeling Miranda's pulse slow down a little.
"Would you like to call the twins? See if everything's all right at their father's?"
Miranda nodded on her shoulder and let Andrea take her phone out of her pockets, unlock the screen - as both of her wives knew the pattern - and open the contacts.
"What about you call the twins, I call the pizzeria and Emily sets up the TV so we can watch the movie all together."
Miranda lifted her head and nodded again in a tiny movement. She took the phone from Andrea's hands and walked toward the bed to fall right onto it, while her wife moved out of the room to make her call.
Emily smiled, watching Miranda move on autopilot and followed right behind quickly.
"Wait..." she straddled Miranda right before she could push the call button and lowered herself on her wife's lips, kissing her gently. "I love you so much..."
Miranda rested frozen in place for a few seconds, eyes wide open and mouth not moving, only feeling the warm sensation of Emily's body on hers.
Her hand moved to grab at her waist as she felt Emily not leaving her and she closed her eyes, reciprocating the kiss.
Their lips parted after a few seconds and their tongues met, fighting for dominion as they always did.
A sharp pang of arousal hit Miranda and she noticed Emily roll her hips on her, desperately trying to find some friction during their kiss.
Miranda made them part with a heavy breath and caressed her wife's hip as she stared at her.
"Let me call the twins, we can resume this conversation as soon as I'm done."
That was it, their argument was fixed with an "I love you" - and Andrea's help making them both calm down.
They would talk later, they always did, making their points and explaining how they felt and why they went mad, but for now they had both made peace.
It was never easy, Miranda wasn't used to express her feelings and Emily was always one to feel overwhelmed and would start crying instead of speaking her mind.
But Andrea was always the turning point in this kind of situations, she would gently push Miranda over her walls to open up and kindly reassure Emily that nobody would yell at her for being emotional.
Oh, they were so perfect together it sometimes felt unreal.
So Emily was now mumbling to herself, trying to find the remote for the TV, Miranda was speaking to the twins - who appeared to be completely fine and not bothered in the slightest by the thunderstorm - and Andrea had called their favourite Italian pizzeria: ordering a 'Vegetariana' for Emily, a 'Bufalina' with an addition of 'salamino piccante' for Miranda, and a 'Capricciosa' for herself.
She got back to their room and smiled at Miranda, who was now calmly talking on the phone - sitting on the bed - and she sat next to her. She moved the woman around, creating just enough space to sit right behind her, hugging her from behind and letting her legs circle around Miranda's figure. Miranda instinctively leaned her head back and made herself comfortable in her wife's arms.
"Tell them I said hi." she breathed on her neck and placed a kiss on her white skin.
"Andrea says hi, bobbsey." Miranda closed her eyes and smiled, hearing the high-pitched voices scream a "Hi mama Andy!"
"I miss you, puppies!" Andrea almost screamed into the phone, and Miranda rolled her eyes, still keeping her biggest smile on her face. They heard the twins giggle and yell something incomprehensible over each other. At that, Emily joined the conversation and screamed from the other end of the room.
"Hey, what about me? Tell them I said hi too!"
"Em' says hi too, puppies." Andrea's voice came before Miranda could say a thing, and they heard a chorus of "Hi mommy Emily." followed by giggles and other incomprehensible blabbering.
They always pronounced the word "mommy" in the most British way they could when referring to Emily, and used a playful "mama" for Andrea, while Miranda was always a bit more refined "mum" or "mother" when they referred to her while speaking to someone else. They had gained some British inflection since Emily had joined their family - well, they already had, since Miranda sometimes let her British accent slip out when pronouncing certain words - but having Emily around had only made the whole house go more and more British as time passed. Andrea had resigned, letting the other four have their way in pronouncing words the way they wanted. She had stuck to her American accent, but sometimes she found herself pronouncing "water" or "garage" or "tomato" with the most British accent, or using "pavement" instead of "sidewalk" or "lift" instead of "elevator."
Oh, she loved her life.
She could have never imagined that this was what would happen to her when she moved to New York and started working for Miranda Priestly, without even knowing who she was. She could have never imagined she would marry a woman like her and gain two beautiful children, and a year later get another wife.
Her mother had almost fainted when she had told her parents about Miranda, but when Andrea had made them know about Emily, she had been ready to practice harakiri. Her father was on a completely opposite line; he had somewhat complimented his daughter for being able to pull not only one, but two splendid and intelligent women at the same time, and had soon become Caroline and Cassidy's favourite grandpa.
Well, that hadn't been very difficult: all he had to do was gift them a pony each - to be kept with him in Ohio - for their birthday and the trick was done. He had gifted the ponies to himself basically, since he was the one caring for them since he was retired at that point, but the idea they were the twins' ponies made everybody happy. Naturally, Miranda had contested the gift, saying it was too much, but Andrea's mother had cut in - after realising how beautiful the whole big and grand family thing was - and had made Miranda notice that the two beautiful animals were more of a toy for her husband rather than the twins.
Anyways, after five years, everything had seemed to fall into place perfectly and somehow they were all proceeding with their lives in harmony. Of course, there were small fights and arguments always around the corner, but nothing that couldn't be fixed by a movie and pizza night all together.
"So, have you already ordered the pizzas?" Miranda asked distractedly as she ended the call with her daughters and let the phone slip onto the nightstand at her right.
"Yes." Andrea smiled and placed a kiss on her neck.
"Oh... Oh, okay..." She seemed displeased by the idea that her wife had ordered the pizza without counting her in, but didn't want to show it.
"I ordered one for you too, don't worry." Andrea smiled and gently nipped at her wife's neck, squeezing her tight against herself in a warm embrace.
Miranda rolled her eyes, but leaned back to rest her head on her wife's shoulder.
"I told you I would cook something for myself."
"Did you?" she mocked, giggling as she placed a gentle kiss on Miranda's temple.
Miranda closed her eyes and didn't answer. They both knew Miranda hadn't cooked anything at all.
"Well? Did you cook something?" Andrea insisted, leaning back slightly to look into her wife's eyes.
Miranda slowly opened her eyes, and a grin appeared on her face. She broke away from Andrea's embrace and placed her palm on her wife's chest, pushing her down onto the bed.
"You always ask too many questions..." Miranda let her lay down completely, then moved her leg over Andrea's hips to straddle her, but she didn't sit, keeping her body up on her knees.
"I was just curious... I want my wife to be fed properly." Andrea answered in the cleanest way possible, yet the lust was so heavy in her tone that Miranda almost lost her concentration.
"I - don't you worry about me." Miranda started, unbuttoning her shirt and slapping Andrea's hand away as she tried to reach up and touch her skin. "I believe you should worry about yourself."
Andrea whined as Miranda stood literally on top of her, but no part of their bodies was actually touching. She was starting to feel so wet it was unbearable. She had been interrupted in the middle of teasing Emily, and now she was forced to keep her hands to herself just because she had dared mock Miranda.
"Emily, would you be a dear and fetch our box from the armoire in the closet room?" Miranda turned her gaze onto Emily, noticing the girl walking absentmindedly toward the bed, still looking at the TV and holding the remote.
Emily turned toward the sound of Miranda's voice, and a grin spread over her face the moment she saw the tortured expression on Andrea.
"Of course."
She walked off, entering the closet room and moving a few of Miranda's heavy coats out of her way to uncover the big red box sitting at the bottom of the armoire. They had hidden the box down there as a precaution—even though the twins knew never to venture inside the master bedroom without supervision, Miranda felt more comfortable knowing their little special box was well hidden.
Emily returned to the main room, carrying the box with a triumphant smile. She held it with both hands, using her chest to help support the weight. She placed the box on the floor right next to the bed, where she was sure Miranda could see and reach it, and stood there beside it, sharing a knowing look with her older wife.
"Thank you, dear." Miranda leaned toward her, pulling her in for a wet kiss.
Miranda was usually the one to have big talks and never act; she loved to look like the top of the situation, but in reality, she ended up being a bottom for Andrea as frequently as possible. She wasn't actually a pillow princess - that was Emily's role - but she secretly enjoyed leaving all of the control to Andrea when in bed, and Andrea - oh, Andrea was completely and totally up for it. She loved to watch Miranda squirm and squeak under her, curl and arch her back, roll her eyes back in pleasure, and have her manicured nails scratch and leave red marks on her. But while Emily was almost always the one to end up as the bottom, Miranda and Andrea sometimes switched and fought for power in the most playful way they could.
Sex was never a mere act to be done; it was a moment to enjoy each other's company and make their bond stronger each and every time. Miranda would take her sweet time teasing Andrea for even hours sometimes and make her be obedient and horny, but at some point, her wife would take charge of everything, and Miranda would fake disappointment, when in reality the feeling of being disarmed and cared for was exactly what she wanted.
"How much time until the pizzas are here?" Miranda turned to look at Andrea and grinned, noticing her flushed cheeks.
"Half an hour... More or less..." Andrea breathed and flicked her gaze between her two wives.
"How many times do you think we can make this one shut up in half an hour?" Miranda asked, turning her head toward Emily, who was still standing next to her.
Emily smiled amusedly and placed her hands on her hips, looking at Andrea for a few seconds, then moved her gaze to Miranda.
"Depends on how you're planning on shutting her mouth, but I'd say at least three." Emily grinned, and Andrea could tell the exact moment a dark thought had crossed her mind. "Although I have to remind you this one never shuts up, even during these kinds of activities..."
She had climbed onto the bed and had taken off her black silk robe, sitting elegantly next to Andrea - close enough for her wife to see her, but not enough to reach her.
"We'll see about that." Miranda concluded with a lustful smile.
As she spoke, she finally lowered her body onto Andrea's, sitting on her lower belly with a quick motion, and rolled her hips twice, just enough to hear her wife squeak.
"Undress." she ordered. Andrea complied, adjusting herself despite the awkward position to remove the upper portion of her pyjamas. Miranda watched, her expression unreadable as she took in the sight of her wife. She shifted her weight slightly, allowing Andrea to finish removing the rest of her clothing until only the lace panties remained.
Miranda immediately knew.
Miranda’s eyes didn’t just look; they dissected. Even now, the fashion critic within never truly slept. She paused, her presence carrying a grace that felt like a formal interrogation.
"Tezenis, darling? Really?" Miranda’s voice was a low, dangerous silk. She placed her hands on Andrea’s hips, her thumbs tracing the edge of the fabric with the same clinical disdain she might use on a poorly constructed sample from a junior designer.
"I - how do you even know that?" Andrea stammered, her face flushing a deeper shade of red than the situation already called for. She looked up at her wife, bewildered.
"I know it because I have eyes, darling. And because that particular shade of sky blue is a tragic nylon-blend attempt at a trend from three seasons ago." Miranda interjected, her tone dropping to that terrifyingly calm whisper "I have gifted you a whole closet of La Perla, Agent Provocateur, and custom Coco De Mer over our marriage years. And yet, you go digging in the back of a drawer for... mall lace?"
Andrea let out a huffy, breathless laugh, reaching up to brush a stray silver lock behind Miranda’s ear.
"It was six in the morning! I was half-asleep, they were clean, and I had a briefing at the Times. I didn't think I'd be audited."
"You are always being audited." Miranda murmured, though her gaze softened just a fraction as she leaned down, her lips brushing Andrea’s jawline "The fact that you still possess 'laundry day' undergarments is a personal failure I shall have to address. Tomorrow, we are gutting that drawer first thing in the morning."
"Yes, baby... " Andy exhaled, tilting her head back.
"Don't look so smug." Miranda flicked the lace waistband "This is a crisis."
Her gaze moved away from Andrea and lingered on Emily, showing off her beautiful set of Coco de Mer black lingerie and Miranda smiled, nodding in approval.
"Perfect..." Miranda bit her lower lip taking in the sight of her splendid wife and Emily shivered under her gaze "come here."
The redhead shifted closer, immediately set in motion by her wife's sharp order and reached for Miranda's shoulders as she grabbed her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her hungrily.
As they parted, Miranda bit her lip and gently traced her wife's body with her fingertips, making her shiver again.
Still sitting on Andrea, pinning her on the bed, Miranda made Emily straddle her wife's body too, making her face Andrea.
"See? This is an exquisite Coco de Mer set - that I belive to have gifted to this even more exquisite woman a few years ago - haven't I? - And it is still intact and perfectly used, as it should be." Miranda explained in a strain of thoughts and didn't even notice both her wives breath get shorter as she distractly moved her hands over Emily's figure "see the thing is that this set is splendid, but I belive that we might have to take it off to truly appreciate the fine embroidery and craftsmanship of this luxury"
Miranda gently unclasped Emily's bra, and made it her purpose to torture both of her wives, making that small piece of clothing slide off of the redhead as slowly as she could.
She made the straps slide over her shoulders and let them fall down after a few seconds, she then tugged down the cups, making sure to gently brush her fingers on the side of Emily's breasts in the process.
The redhead exaled a shaky breath and instinctively rolled her hips, immediately finding friction on Andrea's toned abdomen.
Andrea watched the scene in awe, completely mesmerized by the sight of Emily being stripped by Miranda and the feeling of both their bodies pressing on her.
Even though Miranda was still fully clothed, the warm sensation of her core pressing on Andrea's was making her feral.
Not to mention the feeling of Emily's soaked panties.
"Ah, that's better..." Miranda breathed on Emily's neck, kissing her pale skin gently, making her instantly tilt her head.
She gently cupped her breasts and heard a sharp intake of breath, though she couldn't tell from which of her wives it had come from.
"Now... please be a dear and get the handcuffs for this one from the box while I undress, will you?" Miranda placed a gentle kiss on Emily's shoulder and the girl immediately moved, getting off of Andrea and leaning down the bed to open the red box and get what Miranda had asked.
Miranda started taking off her blouse, not noticing the subtle movement of her wife under her.
In a second she found herself squeak in surprise as she felt a strong arm grab her waist and move her around. Andrea's whole body suddenly pinning her on the bed.
"Enough playtime Priestly" Andrea gave her a smug smile and in a fluid motion grabbed the waist of her other wife too, easily pulling her small figure to lay on the bed next to Miranda, making her lose the grip on the handcuffs she had grabbed "you too, princess."
Andrea almost ripped Miranda's blouse off of her and with the same hunger unbottoned her trousers, yanking them off of her wife, to set her white skin free.
"I believe it's only fair we see your lingerie after this fashion lesson-" Andrea's voice died in her throat as she got lost in the sight of Miranda's deep red lingerie, contrasting with her pale skin and piercing icy eyes.
La Perla, of course.
She should have imagined it.
The older woman was looking at her from below with hooded, half-lidded eyes, hands randomly splayed on the pillow on both sides of her head - a few fingers tangled in her now messy silver hair - palms up in the air, back resting on the mattress, and thighs tightly pressed against each other.
"God..." Andrea exhaled and let her hands roam over her wife's body, taking in the sensation of her warm, creamy skin as she stroked her softly rounded belly. "I can never get tired of how beautiful you are..."
Miranda rolled her eyes, but a smile crept up her face and her left hand moved to gently end up on Andrea's, which was still caressing her stomach.
Andrea lowered her head and nuzzled that part of her wife's body, leaving a gentle, loving kiss on her C-section and one on her hip, right below her panties' waistband. She then shifted to the left and bent to kiss Emily's flat belly too, feeling as if the redhead had been left out while she focused on Miranda.
"Now, what should I do with you two?" Andrea playfully sat between the two women, caressing one thigh each and making them immediately part their legs involuntarily.
Miranda scoffed playfully and Emily let out a chuckle as she moved closer to Miranda.
"Well, since you brought our little box in here, I don't see why I shouldn't use it..." Andrea teased, getting dangerously close to their core. The heat radiating from between their legs almost made Andrea lose control, and she gripped at their skin in a desperate attempt to wait and not just take them right there and then.
"I wouldn't be too smug if I were you. You should not forget your place, darling. I'm only letting you have it your way because I am one condescending and generous wife."
"Ah-hah, sure..." Andrea smiled and decided it wasn't a bad idea to have her wife right away after all. "So I guess it wouldn't do anything to you if I did this..." She moved her hand up, suddenly cupping Miranda's pussy, moving her palm gently over the lace fabric of her wet panties.
She heard Miranda squeak under her, but she knew her wife too well to know this battle was just starting.
"Of course not."
"Mh..." Andrea moved her other hand and did the same to Emily, whose panties were actually completely ruined, making the girl let out a breathy moan. "See? She's more honest."
"You're too sure of yourself, Sachs." Emily cut in, but as her tone was cold, her hips had started moving slightly, desperate for some release.
"I believe I've ceased being Sachs five years ago..." Andrea smirked. "But if you want, you can scold me using one of the surnames I gained when I married you two."
She moved her hands away from their pussies and hooked their panties with two fingers, gently pulling the fabric down at the same time.
"If you ruin my La Per-" Miranda's complaint died in her throat as Andrea purposely brushed her knuckles against her clit, making her whimper. "-I hate you."
Andrea smiled and quickly bent forward to kiss her, speaking against her lips.
"You absolutely do not."
She sat back on her heels and slid both their panties down their legs, freeing Emily of her last garment and leaving Miranda only wearing her bra.
Andrea's right hand found its way back to Miranda's pussy, gently sliding a finger between her folds. A small patch of ginger and silver trimmed hair tickled the sensitive skin on her hand. Her left hand had instead slowly slid up Emily's thigh, ending up on her swollen and now very sensitive clit.
Her cunt was perfectly shaved, and her soft, peach-shaped pussy was a divine tactile sensation for Andrea.
She knew what to do; she had learned it over the years. Miranda preferred to be penetrated, even if always very gently and after a lot of teasing and foreplay - which Andrea and Emily were always very happy to comply with, by sucking and nipping at her nipples and neck - as she always needed a bit more time to actually get properly wet.
Emily better enjoyed being stimulated on her outside, preferably with the use of mouth and tongue that gave more of a gentle stimulation. She was always soaked in no time, but her core was so sensitive that just the smallest, slightest wrong movement could hurt her.
Miranda also enjoyed a little spanking - nothing too crazy, but she could take some pleasure-pain games in bed - while Emily was a fan of bites and kisses. Nothing aroused Emily like a well-placed bite on the back of her neck or the inside of her thigh.
And Andrea... well she liked it rough, not necessarily too rough, nothing that would hurt too much, just enough to feel a little adrenaline running in her blood. She liked to be filled - usually by Miranda's favourite big cerulean strap - and gently slapped on her ass cheeks, just enough to make her skin a warmer shade of pink. She loved slow, sloppy kisses, but wasn't that much aroused by the attention on her nipples. Well, she liked and enjoyed the sensation of her wives' mouths and tongues on her boobs and whole body, but it wasn't the thing that made her wet.
She had to be touched directly on her core or kissed properly, fighting tongues, biting lips and all. That. That was what actually made her soaked.
Those hungry, wet kisses she had shared with Miranda when they first started dating had made her so soaked that she had had to wash or throw away several of her panties when she had got back to her apartment after a date with her.
So now Andrea was sure she had to throw away those Tezenis panties too, not because Miranda had told her to, but she would be happy to let her believe that.
She closed her eyes for a few moments, concentrating on the sensation of her digits touching two slightly different surfaces. Her left hand was surrounded by the drenched, puffy, soft skin of Emily's pussy, while her right was sliding through the wet and slightly stretched folds of Miranda's.
Andrea let herself be lulled by the low hums and slight moans coming from the two women below her and smiled distractedly at the thought.
She opened her eyes again and found both Emily and Miranda with their eyes closed, mouths slightly open and chests rising alternately.
Her left hand moved gently on Emily's clit, making her moan a bit louder, yet the redhead still managed to control herself for a few moments. She was ready, Andrea was sure, so there were no problems at all. Miranda was a bit of a guessing game, so Andrea always preferred to ask her since - apparently - her previous husbands hadn't had the care to bother that much.
She placed a gentle kiss on Miranda's hip and the woman opened her eyes slightly, just enough to look at her wife through the building arousal.
"May I?" Andrea smiled gently and placed the fingertip of her middle finger at the entrance of her pussy.
Miranda nodded gently, still looking at Andrea with her almost drunk-looking face, and moved her hand to grab Andrea's. She touched her ring finger and placed it right next to the middle one that was already entering her.
"I need at least-" She stopped and closed her eyes again, her head falling back onto the pillow. "-You know I... My god..."
Andrea smiled and slid her two fingers inside her, moving gently, getting drunk at the sensation of her wife's warm cunt.
"I love how you feel..."
Miranda snorted and gave a bitter smile, keeping her eyes closed, not being able to sustain her wife's gaze while saying what she had to.
"I'm not-mh... I'm-" she couldn't find the strength to conclude her sentence, both for the pleasure she was feeling as Andrea had started increasing her speed, and for the embarrassment.
"You're not... tight?" Andrea's gentle voice helped her conclude her thought and Miranda exaled in relief.
"Exactly that-"
"Do you think I care?" Andrea placed a gentle kiss on Miranda's pubic mound and entered her with a third finger. "That only means I can fill you as much as I please. Which, by the way, I love."
Miranda arched on the bed at that revelation and breathed a choked moan in which Andrea could only understand a "please" and "deeper," which she was, again, happy to oblige.
Her other hand had been giving Emily's clit some gentle attention and the girl was very happy to repay her wife with hot, pornographic moans.
Emily wasn't usually the verbal type in bed; she rarely spoke and usually made sexy sounds instead, but sometimes her wives were able to pull a series of "oh god, oh god, oh my god" and "yes, yes, yes" from her, and that was usually a sign she was about to come.
Sometimes she would lose herself in a few vague requests during her highest level of pleasure, but it was never a matter of talking as a game to play in bed, with her, since she usually got lost in her arousal as if she were drunk.
That was Miranda's game.
She and Andrea were absolute dirty-talk machines.
Andrea would usually say something way out of human grace and Miranda would pretend to dislike it and scold her, until she was too lost in pleasure to fake it anymore and she would say unheard-of things to her wife as she fucked her and vice versa.
"You have such a beautiful pussy, princess... so plump and wet, it's perfect." Andrea let herself exaggerate on the compliments for Emily, as she knew her wife's praise kink was just that serious.
A small "oh god" slipped from Emily's lips and Andrea immediately grinned, intensifying the speed of her movements on her wife's clit, using her voice to make her come under her the hardest she could.
"Are you close, princess?" Her velvety voice filled the room along with the obscene sounds of Miranda's wet folds being filled by Andrea's fingers over and over.
Emily nodded and opened her deep blue eyes to look at her wife.
Her hair was splayed messily on the pillow, her cheeks flushed red like her chest and nose, her hands gripping the bedsheets, and her legs spread open.
She was a glorious sight - something so ethereal that Andrea often wondered where she had come from.
"Will you come for me, princess? I know you can be such a good girl for me." Her fingertip found the exact spot that made her wife go crazy, and with that sudden movement, she knew her wife's orgasm was only a few seconds away.
"Come on, baby girl, mama wants to see you." She slipped just one finger inside of Emily once she saw her legs start to shake. "You're always so beautiful when you come, so wet and warm-"
Andrea let her sentence drop as Emily almost lifted her hips from the bed and let a high-pitched moan escape her lips.
With her hands still moving, Andrea managed to bend down, place a kiss on Emily's belly, and whisper a gentle "beautiful."
She gently slipped out of her, making sure not to touch her over-sensitive clit too hard, and turned to give her attention to Miranda, letting her other wife recover from her orgasm.
Her three fingers were now easily slipping in and out of her; her arousal had built up properly and she was wet enough not to be bothered by the fast speed Andrea was using on her.
"How does it feel, mommy? Are you full enough?" Her husky voice was dripping gold for Miranda's ears, but their game was something both loved too much to drop the act.
"You never shut up. I-mh...-I start to wonder if you will also talk when you're in the grave."
Yes, Andrea and Miranda had their little roles to play, even in bed.
Miranda was always her ice queen, pretending she didn't like the attention - or she didn't need it - and Andrea was always ready to act as the helpless lover who liked to tease her majesty until she broke.
It was familiar, remembering their first encounter each and every time Miranda gave her a snarky comment, but Andrea had built confidence with time - and she now knew Miranda like the back of her hand - so their roles had shifted slightly.
"You love when I say dirty things to you, my Queen." Andrea placed a small bite on Miranda's hip, and the older woman immediately bucked up.
"Ah - if I ever - god - shoot me if I ever say I do, because I'll have gone mad." Miranda tried to keep up her role, but her wife's fingers were filling her so good, she was starting to lose concentration - and most importantly - control.
"You always say that." Andrea moved her palm up to press on Miranda's clit and was rewarded by a low, husky moan.
"Oh - yes - fuck me."
Andrea smiled and decided it was the right time to stop her hand, gaining an immediate furious look from Miranda.
She never did this kind of thing to Emily.
Well, sometimes she did, because Emily was not made of glass, of course, but Andrea had a kind of reverential care for her younger wife, so she treated her as she called her - a princess.
"I swear to God, I'll human traffic you if you-"
"Ouch, baby-" She grinned and slammed those three fingers back inside of Miranda. "That was too much, even for you."
Miranda was too far gone to care at that point - she was too far gone to even register what Andrea had told her - her legs were wide open, and the obscene sounds of her wetness meeting Andrea's moving hand were filling the room.
Emily had recovered slightly from her orgasm and was now shifting from her position to scoot next to Miranda, pulling her in for a hungry, lustful kiss.
Their tongues were playing together as Andrea continued moving her fingers inside of Miranda. She felt her own underwear stick annoyingly to her skin, as it was completely soaked.
She could have come just from seeing that scene, but when Miranda suddenly pulled away from the kiss and arched on the bed with her mouth open in a silent moan and eyes rolling back, Andrea knew her wife was just seconds away from her orgasm.
"That's it, mommy, come for me."
Andrea slowed her movements and accompanied her wife through her orgasm, until Miranda's breath steadied a little.
She gave her wives a drunken smile and they looked at each other for a brief second.
As if they had read each other's minds, they grabbed Andrea's wrists and pulled her down between them, holding her in place by draping their legs over her hips and toned stomach.
"Now that you have had your way, we shall return the favor, don't you think?" Emily suggested, smirking at Miranda.
"I believe we had something going on with handcuffs or something?" Miranda cut in and ran her index finger down her wife's chest, lustfully moving down until she was tracing the faint shape of her six-pack, "but maybe we also need something more..."
"More?" Andrea asked, almost concerned.
She didn't know if she preferred when her wives were getting along so well or when they were mad at each other.
"More." Miranda concluded. Emily moved away, reaching the side of the bed and leaning forward to reach the red box that had been sitting there from the beginning.
Andrea turned and smirked at the sight of her wife's bare ass thrust upward as she lowered her upper half off the bed to reach the box. She extended her arm and placed a gentle pat on the white, creamy skin twice, making Emily squeak, under Miranda's amused gaze.
"Hey, you have a nice ass, would you marry me?" Andrea teased once Emily had managed to get the handcuffs from the box - and apparently a big something else - and was now getting back next to her.
"No, shan't."
Emily put on her most convincing face, but her hair was a mess and her skin was flushed - and she was naked in bed with her wives - so her expression was actually screaming something more like "fuck me again soon, please" rather than "leave me alone."
Miranda hummed in amusement at the scene, before moving to her knees and unclasping her own bra. She heard a gasp come from below her and her eyes trailed immediately over Andrea's face, happily taking in the sight of her slightly open mouth and flushed cheeks.
Miranda sat on Andrea's lap and lowered herself to kiss her languidly, just to move away as soon as she felt her wife get too much pleasure from it.
She propped herself up, supporting her body on her palms by placing them on the pillow, right at the sides of Andrea's head, and pushed her chest forward. She let her breasts hover over her wife's mouth, rocking her shoulders gently.
Andrea looked mesmerized by the sight of Miranda's breasts so close to her and, with slightly trembling hands, reached out to grab one.
Her fingers met soft, creamy skin as she gently squeezed Miranda's right boob and took it into her mouth.
"No, no, take your paws off. " Miranda growled, and before Andrea could even protest, Emily was already pulling her wrists up above her head.
Her wife managed to handcuff her wrists without interruption as Andrea's mouth was now occupied by Miranda's breast and her whole body was pressed down against the mattress.
It was almost too much, and Andrea was sure that if Miranda shifted just an inch of her leg between her thighs, she would manage to come in a few seconds.
She didn't, of course; her wife knew her all too well.
Miranda pulled away and smiled at the wet pop that filled the room as soon as her soft flesh was released from Andrea's mouth, followed by a whine from her wife.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll have something to eat soon." Miranda bit her lower lip and shifted, moving off Andrea's body and reaching for whatever Emily was still holding behind her back.
She leaned forward and gave the redhead a hungry kiss, making her moan slightly in her mouth.
"Go on, I'll join you in a minute." Miranda breathed against her lips, and Emily smiled immediately, handing her the lubricant and a double-ended dildo.
Andrea's gaze fell on the big, purple object Miranda was now holding, but before she even had time to say a word, she was distracted by Emily suddenly moving toward her. She straddled Andrea's chest and just stared down at her, with her cheeks flushed and her pussy already dripping wet again.
"Finally, you managed to keep silent for a minute." Her narky comment was honey to Andrea's ears, and the acute British accent was simply an arousal activator for her at this point.
"We'll see about that." finally, Andrea managed to get her voice back. She tried moving her hands, forgetting about the handcuffs partially blocking her body movements.
"I wouldn't act so boldly if I were you. We still have fifteen minutes to go, and we haven't yet decided how many times we can make you shut up."
Andrea heard Miranda's voice come from behind Emily, and a second after that, her body arched at the feeling of something cold and sticky being spread between her folds.
"Fuck me." a choked moan escaped her as she realized Miranda had every intention of filling her hole with that dildo she had caught a glimpse of a few seconds before.
"We're about to, don't worry, sweetie."
Andrea didn't even know who was speaking to her anymore, because she could feel a finger slide inside of her and move gently in and out, getting her ready for the thick dildo that was about to stretch her cunt.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she felt another finger being added. But right before Andrea could make any sound, her mouth was closed by wet, soft skin.
She opened her eyes again and witnessed Emily's body positioned right above her head, her pussy gently pressing down on her mouth.
Her tongue moved instinctively, tasting the inebriating taste of her wife's arousal, while her hips bounced upwards, meeting something that did not feel like fingers anymore.
"Greedy, I see." Now, that was definitely Miranda's voice - strained and breathless. Andrea already knew what was going on, even though her view was completely blocked by Emily's body.
Miranda had, in fact, slipped one end of the double dildo into herself and was grabbing Andrea's thighs, spreading her legs and making her lift her hips.
She teased her entrance for a few moments, making sure Andrea was actually ready to take her, and then pushed just the tip between her slick folds.
Andrea stifled a moan against Emily's pussy, which made Emily moan out loud. It was a perfect balance; every movement Miranda made triggered a chain reaction, making all three of them moan in unison.
Andrea felt the thick dildo sliding slowly inside of her, opening and stretching her so well she actually had to concentrate not to bite Emily out of excitement.
She licked furiously at the redhead's pussy, sucking and lapping on her clit and entrance alternately, desperately trying to ease her need to scream and talk as she usually did during sex.
Miranda knew her too damn well. The moment she saw her abdomen tense, she slid into her cunt completely, filling her wife to the hilt. This pushed the tip deep against Andrea's cervix, inevitably creating the exact same sensation within herself.
"Oh - oh god..." Emily breathed, closing her eyes and leaning forward to steady herself on the headboard as she started to feel her walls clench around Andrea's tongue.
"Indeed..." Miranda's choked breath followed hers as she moved her body to feel as full as she could, forcing another muffled moan from Andrea against Emily's flesh.
Their movements intensified, and with a final, sharp push, both Andrea and Miranda came, arching their bodies together.
Miranda stood still for a few moments, trying to get her breath back to a normal rhythm. Both of them were still deliciously filled by the thick toy they were sharing, and they were still far from fully satisfied.
Andrea's mouth stilled for a moment as her orgasm washed over her, but her senses were awakened again by the needy noises Emily was making while still moving against her.
Andrea moved her tongue again, lapping lazily between Emily's swollen folds until she felt the girl move frantically and without any real rhythm.
She whined, feeling Miranda slide out of her, leaving her empty and still stretched, but that gave her the last bit of concentration she needed to make Emily come in her mouth.
She felt her wife's delicate body tremble and shiver on her, her thighs clenching around her head, and all of a sudden, she was drinking her in to the last drop.
Finally, Emily all but fell onto the bed, completely exhausted and still trembling from her orgasm.
A gentle hand reached Andrea's, freeing her from the handcuffs, and the girl turned to smile at the figure she knew for sure was Miranda, as Emily rested on her other side, completely knocked out.
Miranda tossed the plush handcuffs away - sending them tumbling off the bed - and leaned down, resting her head and leg on Andrea's body.
"Satisfied enough, Mommy?"
Miranda groaned in disapproval and hid her face in the crook of Andrea's neck, feeling ashamed of her insatiable need when around her wife.
Andrea chuckled and snaked an arm around her, caressing her skin, while her other hand landed on Emily's stomach, moving in soothing circles.
"What about you, baby girl? Wanna go for another round?"
"No way in hell. The Andrea Amusement Park is closed." Emily answered with a shaky breath. Andrea let out a giggle while still caressing her skin gently, bathing herself in the sensation of her wives' warm bodies.
She then turned her head and placed a kiss on Miranda's forehead, who was still pressing against her.
"I'll take a shower." Emily's voice made them both turn her way and lean forward, meeting her lips for a brief kiss, one at a time.
"Okay, babes."
"Yes, dear."
Emily disappeared into the bathroom, and Andrea and Miranda heard the sound of water running soon after. That was the last thing they managed to hear before falling back into their little horny world.
Andrea turned onto her side and hugged Miranda's body, pulling her on top of her. She started peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder, making sure to get her wife properly teased before moving on.
"Mmh... quit the teasing - I need..." Miranda exhaled in a shaky breath and pressed herself against Andrea.
"I know, but you're not ready, honey." she whispered, lowering her hands to grab Miranda's ass and gently smack it.
A disappointed growl came from her wife's throat, but Andrea knew better than to let Miranda make decisions based purely on her horniness. So, she kept at it with the kisses and small bites for a few moments more.
She then rolled both of them over to end up on top of Miranda, continuing her journey down her chest until she was sucking on her right nipple, eliciting a magnificent, husky moan from the older woman.
"Oh, I love your mouth..." Miranda slid a hand into Andrea's hair and pulled slightly on those magnificent, dark, wavy strands.
Andrea lifted her eyes and smiled at the sight of her wife staring down at her. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, and cheeks flushed - if anybody at Runway knew what their Editor-in-Chief looked like when she was being thoroughly fucked, they would fall in love with her one by one.
Better they didn't know.
Andrea loved to share Miranda with Emily, but when they were alone, a kind of deep possessiveness controlled her every thought. She had to be the only one making Miranda look like that.
"I thought my mouth annoyed you. " she chuckled. The temptation was too strong to let it slip away.
"It annoys me only when you're using it for stupid purposes, such as talking when you could be fucking me instead."
Andrea lifted herself up and sat on her, straddling her hips, and feigned surprise.
"Oh my god - Miranda Priestly Sachs Charlton - you're one naughty girl." Andrea leaned down and kissed her, biting her lower lip. "And you know what we do with naughty girls in this house?"
"Mmh... No, what do we do?" Miranda bit her lip and hid an amused smile, already feeling her pussy get wet as Andrea's fingers slid against the sides of her body.
"We punish them."
"Should I act disappointed?" Miranda answered immediately, placing a hand on her chest, faking a shocked expression.
Andrea chuckled and lowered herself to kiss her properly, making their tongues fight their little playful fight, before pulling away to place a kiss on her cheek.
"What do you need, baby?"
The question was so sincere and gentle, Miranda felt a bit embarrassed to continue their little game. She pressed her mouth into a thin line, before looking away and whispering her answer.
"I - I want the pink one..." She closed her eyes and pulled Andrea down to collapse against her, so she couldn't see her face. "...Don't ask me which position, please... I would likely answer that I want to be taken in every position humanly possible."
Andrea chuckled and raised her body slightly, managing to prop herself on her elbows and hover her head right above Miranda's. She left a brief kiss on her lips and smiled.
"One thing at a time. First of all: the pink one? Are you sure, baby? That's... pretty big."
"I know it's - big."
"I mean-" She stopped and looked at her wife's flushed cheeks and hooded blue eyes, begging her to be fucked and filled and stretched as much as she could. "-Do you think you can manage my cock, Mommy?"
"I think..." Miranda felt a sharp pang of arousal coil in her lower belly, and she knew Andrea had once again worked her magic on her, making her so wet without even touching her. "...I think I can handle it."
"Is that so?"
"Mmh. I also think I want to be filled and stretched until I can't take you anymore - until I feel you press against my womb."
She dug out their lubricant once again, and along with it, she grabbed the pink strap-on Miranda had specifically asked for.
She put the strap on and lubricated the toy in record time, under the approving look her wife was giving her, and within a single minute, she was positioning herself between Miranda's legs once again.
This time, a thick, several-inches-long bright pink cock was hanging between her own legs.
"Never seen you move so fast - not even when you were working for me," Miranda joked, and wrapped her legs around Andrea's hips, making the length of the strap slide against her folds.
"You weren't my wife yet at the time."
"Oh, so you're doing it just because I've given myself to you?"
"No." Andrea smiled and placed a kiss on her lips. "I'm moving this fast because I can't wait to make you feel good. I can't wait to see your beautiful, icy-blue eyes roll back and hear you moan my name while I fill you completely."
Miranda moaned just from hearing that, and Andrea smiled proudly, giving her her best lovestruck look.
"Now, about the position... suggestions?"
"I-" Miranda bit her lower lip and turned her head away, breaking the eye contact that was making her nervous. "I want you... mh..."
"Behind?" Andrea gently helped her. She knew that the playful teasing part was always the easiest, but when it came to the actual act of saying what she wanted, it was always the most difficult thing to get out of her wife.
Miranda nodded and looked back into her eyes.
"But I also want to look at you..."
Andrea looked at her for a few seconds, pondering and calculating all the positions that could make them end up in a situation where she was fucking her from behind, while still being able to look at her and kiss her.
She realized that her only possible option was to lay down behind Miranda and have her turn her torso and head just enough to look at each other. So, she did.
"All right, roll onto your side and just... lift your leg up."
Miranda obeyed, and Andrea laid down right behind her, spooning her body perfectly. The thick cock ended up brushing against Miranda's folds immediately. Andrea was right; it was perfect.
"Can you turn enough to look at me, baby?"
Miranda nodded and managed to turn half of her body just enough to look at her wife's flushed, horny face. She lifted her arm, caressed Andrea's cheek, and then slid her hand behind her neck to pull Andrea in for a sloppy kiss.
"You ready?" Andrea asked gently. Her lips stayed against Miranda's, her right arm resting under Miranda's neck with her hand gently cupping one of her breasts. Meanwhile, her left hand moved down to grab the pink silicone, pressing the tip gently against Miranda's entry.
"Yes..." Miranda kept still, relaxing her muscles and not leaving Andrea's eyes for a moment.
"Stop me if I hurt you in any way." Andrea said, gently pushing the tip inside her wife and immediately feeling a bit of normal resistance.
"Of course..." Miranda smiled gently, closing her eyes soon after. "I know you won't, though."
As Andrea made sure the tip was inside, she let go and placed her hand under Miranda's leg, keeping it slightly up. Miranda huffed a husky breath and moved her hips slightly backward to meet Andrea's as much as she could. Andrea pushed a bit more, getting in a few centimeters deeper, and kept still for a few seconds, waiting for Miranda's body to adjust to her strap-on.
"More..." Miranda whispered against her lips. Andrea obeyed, moving her hips toward her, slowly slipping inside her, centimeter by centimeter.
"Oh, God, fill me..." Miranda's back arched slightly, and Andrea finally slid inside her completely, admiring how those splendid blue eyes instantly snapped open and rolled back.
"You feel so good, baby."
Andrea let go of her leg and placed her hand right above Miranda's belly, stroking it gently as she started moving inside her at a slightly faster pace.
"Mmh... M-more..."
Andrea looked down and saw just a centimeter or two left outside. This was actually completely normal, but Miranda seemed desperate to be filled completely, and who was she to deny her wife this pleasure? She moved as close to her as she could and managed to enter her completely, until she felt some resistance and knew she couldn't push any further. That wasn't necessary, though; Miranda had completely lost it and was arching against Andrea with her eyes closed and mouth open.
"Oh, you're so - so big... You fill me so good."
"You're so wet - so perfect, taking me so well." Andrea said as she kept moving inside her, increasing her speed with each thrust until the sound of their bodies slapping together was the only noise filling the room, along with Miranda's moans and breathless whimpers.
"Yes - you're - oh my God..."
"You're so, so beautiful when you take me like this, mommy."
Each and every gentle word was accompanied by a fierce thrust inside her, pushing against her womb and showing the thick bulge at the base of Miranda's belly.
"Oh God - love... I-want..." Miranda's voice was cut off by a moan, and her sentence got lost between the obscene sounds filling the room.
"Tell me what you need, baby."
Her thrusts became faster as she heard Miranda exhale a choked moan. Andrea knew what was coming; it was a kink they both shared, and it had become an indicator of how good the sex was.
"Please - make me pregnant." Miranda moaned as she gripped Andrea's hand in hers.
There it was. If either of them said that specific phrase in a moment of pure bliss, they both knew they were being fucked good.
"Oh, mommy wants me to fill her and cum inside?" Andrea followed up immediately, her brain completely lost in the sensation of Miranda's voice and their bodies slapping together.
"Yes, yes please, I want-" Miranda arched her back as Andrea pushed completely in and held still there for a few seconds.
"Tell me, what do you want, mommy? I'm sure I can give it to you." Andrea whispered against her neck, kissing and biting right in the middle.
"I want - a baby in me." she bit her lip and turned slightly to give Andrea even more access to her neck. "Please, fill me with your cum and give me your baby."
"You sure? Can I cum inside, mommy? I can already feel your womb on the tip of my cock." she said as she started moving again, delivering a few strong thrusts inside her wife. Andrea knew Miranda was on the edge, since moving became more difficult with each passing second, Miranda's walls clenching around the strap tighter and tighter.
"Yes! Please fill me - make me pregnant!"
"You'll look so beautiful with your swollen belly." One last deep push inside Miranda, and her whole body started convulsing and trembling against Andrea's.
"I - I'm com—" Miranda couldn't even manage to finish a coherent thought, as her orgasm washed over her with an intensity she had never experienced before Andrea. This was just their top routine; it was one of those times they would talk about for a week or so, because Miranda would definitely feel her legs shaking for days.
Andrea slowed her rhythm, caressing Miranda's body anywhere she could reach as the older woman trembled against her, breathing with her mouth open, desperate for oxygen. Andrea stilled her movements but kept inside her wife, waiting for her to actually be ready for her to pull out, Miranda's walls still clenching tightly around the big strap.
A few minutes in, Andrea was kissing and gently stroking Miranda's body when the older woman opened her eyes again and turned slightly to look at her.
"Hi." Andrea smiled gently, starting to pull out slowly.
"Mmh..." Miranda helped her pull out, feeling her body still slightly stretched open as she turned and moved to lean next to Andrea, facing her this time. "I passed out, didn't I?"
"Only for a few minutes." Andrea smiled gently as she slid the strap-on off and tossed it over the bed. "It's so cute."
"We should revisit your vocabulary, because I don't find 'Miranda falls asleep after sex' under the definition of 'cute.' " Miranda snuggled next to her the moment Andrea lay down again. Her wife happily took her in her arms, letting her place her head on her chest.
"It actually reads, 'I fucked my wife so good she asked if I could make her pregnant and fell asleep right after her orgasm,' but we can discuss that if you'd like."
"Yes, about that-" Miranda whispered, lifting her head slightly, but Andrea immediately cut her off.
"Honey, don't you even go there. You know I like it as much as you do. It's hot and sexy, and I love when you say it, or when you manage to make me say it."
Miranda looked at her in silence for a few seconds, then let out a choked sob and kissed her slowly, taking all the time in the world to let her wife know she had never loved anybody as much as she loved her.
~ ♡ ~
"I can't believe I actually agreed to this."
"Don't you even tell me about it."
"Oh my God, guys..." Andrea looked at them both, tilting her head left and right a few times. "It's pizza, not weed."
"Shh, I can't hear what they're saying." Emily shushed her, popping a small bite of pizza into her mouth after cutting it inside her cardboard box.
"You know the movie by heart..." Andrea whispered, trying to make her see reason, but she only gained a wave of a hand that meant 'shut up.' She actually shut up - just long enough to take a bite of her pizza slice - and then spoke again. "So, what were you two arguing about this afternoon?"
"She sustained that your favorite meal was Shepherd's pie, which it obviously is not." Miranda answered, without taking her eyes off the TV screen.
"And what do you say?"
"I say it's Tiramisù," Miranda responded like it was obvious.
"But - that's... not a meal."
"That's what I told her." Emily cut in distractedly.
"I mean... It's my favorite dessert, but I wouldn't classify it as a meal." Andrea looked at Miranda and leaned toward her to kiss her lips. "I'm sorry, baby."
"So, what about her? Was she right all along?" Miranda snapped after reciprocating the kiss.
"No... I mean, I love Shepherd's pie because of how you cook it, babes," she turned to look at Emily "but I wouldn't eat it otherwise... I only like yours."
"So do pray tell, what is your favorite meal?" Miranda cut in, almost throwing her slice of pizza back into her cardboard box in a fit of impatience.
"What do you say?" Andrea raised a slice and took a bite, showing how obvious it actually was, and both of her wives looked at each other in a silent conversation.
"You're absurd. How do you consider pizza a meal?"
"Well, you considered tiramisù a meal, honey, come on."
"Oh, shut up." Miranda cut her off and turned to look again at the TV.
"But-" Andrea tried, but she was silenced by both Emily and Miranda, who almost screamed at her when a young Anne Hathaway appeared on the screen with her curls straightened and dressed properly.
"Shut up, let me look at her." Miranda breathed, completely mesmerized by the sight.
"She's so beautiful, oh my God - look at that smile." Emily followed, leaning forward as if she wanted to enter the screen.
"I don't know... Don't you think her mouth is too big-" Andrea tried, but was shushed again by her wives.
"Shut up."
"She's perfect."
Andrea shut up and took a bite of her pizza, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms. "I like Julie Andrews better anyways." she growled.
"SHH!"
"SHH!"
Fin ♡