“Love is in the air, literally”
 

Miranda was in Miami for the past 7 days overlooking shoots and attending business events. For once, Andy had 2 days off from work and decided to join Miranda in Miami to spend time with her before they both would fly home. During that time there were very few instances where they could spend quality time together.

On the flight back it was almost midnight and the entire plane was quiet. There were only a few passengers in first class that remained awake. Andy was comfortably resting her head on Miranda’s shoulder, watching the plane entertainment while Miranda focused on her notes.

Andy: “Miranda.”

Miranda: “Yes darling”, her eyes never leaving her notes.

Andy: “Enough reading. It’s late and in almost an hour we’ll be landing.”

Miranda: “I'm not tired, I’d rather finish this.” Kissing Andy’s forehead before turning back to her notes.

Andy: Leaning her head into Miranda’s neck, “we both know a few things much more interesting than watching TV or reading.”

Miranda: “Don’t even think about it!”

Andy: “And why not?” Softly licking the area of Miranda’s neck closest to her ear.

Miranda: “Besides the thousand good reasons not to do this, one prominently sticks out. That being we are on a plane with Nigel and two hundred other people in close proximity.”

Andy: “And? Nigel is sleeping and I promise I will be quiet.” She adds as she bites Miranda’s neck, trying to make her point.

Miranda: “No, we can’t do this! Or better yet we won’t do this here! Can’t you wait until we get in our comfortable bed?”

Andy: “I don’t think you understand Mrs. Priestly. I came to Miami to spend some time with you and I barely saw you those 2 days that I was present. Add those to the 7 we had already been apart and you can understand what I’m getting at. I miss you.” Bringing her hand up, softly cupping Miranda’s face leading her towards her lips.

Miranda: Speaking while her lips are pressed to Andy’s. “I know this, and I'm sorry, I will make it up to you when we get home, ok?”

Feeling rejected Andy sighs and moves as far from Miranda as her chair will allow, reclining her seat down completely. With another small silent sigh she covers herself with a blanket and closes her eyes.

Miranda: “Honey...” Closes her book before putting them aside with her glasses. “Come here. Let me hold you.”

Andy: “Miranda its ok. I understand, I can wait until we get home.”

Miranda: “Thank you. But that doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle.”

Andy: “I’d rather not. I might provoke you and I know you don’t want to be.”

Miranda: Caressing Andy’s leg. “You’re stubborn, has anyone ever told you that?”

Andy: Smiling, “My wife says that to me all the time. But she loves me anyway.”

Miranda: “Yes she does, very much so. Now come here.” She says, putting down her seat level with Andy’s before scooping Andy into her arms.

Andy didn’t put up any resistance this time around and snuggled into Miranda’s open arms, facing her with a content smile.

Miranda: “I'm sorry I didn’t give you much attention these last couple of days.”

Andy: “It’s ok. I came to Miami knowing your schedule would be full.”

Miranda: “Well it’s not really about a full agenda but the plethora of unskilled, mindless people around me.”

Andy: Laughs lightly. “You can just say you miss me working at Runway.” She says smiling kindly.

Miranda: “As a matter of fact I don’t. I appreciate where you are now. Where we are now.” Caressing Andy’s nose with her own.

Andy: “Me too. I wouldn’t trade what I have now for anything in this world.”

Suddenly Miranda felt a burning sensation in her eye. She blinked rapidly to attempt to soothe it. She was not used to this kind of discomfort.

Miranda: “I think I have some dust in my eye.”

Andy: “Don’t rub it.” Andy chastised. “Let me see...” taking Miranda’s face into her hands gently. “I don’t see anything, but you better go and wash it.”

Miranda: “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a moment.” Kissing Andy’s lips before she stands up.

Andy: “Ok”, smiling seductively at Miranda.

Miranda: “What?” Not understanding the meaning of Andy’s sudden smile.

Andy: “Nothing...” drawls sweetly. “Don’t take too long.”

 

Nigel, with his eyes closed, was quietly listening to his IPod when Miranda passed by his aisle chair. Less than 2 minutes later Andy passed by him too, with what he assumed to be the same destination. Nigel opened one eye to confirm his suspicion and chuckled lightly; seemed Andy could convince Miranda Priestly of almost everything. 

Miranda was finishing washing her hands when she heard a shy knock

Miranda: “What!!” Miranda growled as she opened the door.

Andy: “Hi baby, that was quick, were you waiting for me?”

Miranda: “Andrea, what do you want?”

Andy: Passing by the opened door while pressing Miranda’s body onto the tiny wall. “You.” Andy answered before kissing the woman in front of her. Her hands swiftly taking her Fringed Hermes scarf off of her neck.

Miranda: “Are you crazy?” Trying to breath but finding the action difficult.

Andy: “Of you...yes!” Andy managed to say before capturing Miranda’s lips again in total possession. Using her momentum to lift Miranda up onto the sink.

Miranda: “Andrea we need to stop”, barely managing to say the words she had been sure she was willing to follow only a moment ago.

Andy: “I want to fuck you, right here, right now.” Andy husked into Miranda’s ear as she moved her hands between Miranda’s thighs, feeling the fabric of Miranda’s lingerie.

Miranda: “God, what do you think you’re doing?” Miranda tried feebly to stop Andy’s continuing assault on her body. 

Andy: “Well, I thought...” sucking on Miranda’s neck “...you would be aware of what I'm doing.” Licking Miranda’s chin, her hands never leaving her center.

Miranda: “Have you completely lost your mind?” She no longer cared to stop Andrea’s actions.  

Andy: “I was wondering...” Andy whispered as she pretended to bonder on her next thought. “...why you were completed soaked, already, if you were not expecting anything to happen.” She teased with her words and her fingers, her fingers teasing Miranda’s clit as her words blew warm air across Miranda’s earlobe.

Miranda: “Shut up!” Grabbing a hold of Andy’s face while bringing it to her own. Her lips crashing against Andy’s with passion fueled fire. Her leg now resting against the toilet to give Andy more access to her burning target.

Andy didn’t need to say anything more. She put Miranda’s lingerie to the side and teased the entrance of Miranda’s dripping core.

Miranda: Groaning, “I want to feel you inside me, deep.” Losing her tongue inside Andy’s mouth.

Andy: “Oh you want?” Breaking their kiss for a moment to take in some air, her hands stilling as she did so.

Miranda: “I do.”

Miranda not being able to hold on anymore searched for Andy’s hand and guided her fingers inside her. Feeling Andy’s slender fingers working the magic only they could, and make her feel what Andy only could. Complete. Miranda slowly closed her eyes, the sensation overwhelming her.

Andy: “Open your eyes baby.”

Andy always loved how she lost herself in Miranda’s eyes. Those eyes full of passion, desire, and the love Miranda held for her were a direct line to her heart. They spoke more than Andy was sure either of them could.

Miranda: “Oh God...” trying to focus on Andrea’s eyes.

Andy then pushed herself against Miranda, moving in a perfect pace, of her hand and their bodies. Miranda gripped Andy’s ass with her free hand and wrapped her leg around Andy’s thighs. Forcing their bodies to create more pressure, its heat growing with each thrust, making both moaning in anticipation of what was to come.

Miranda: “Harder...” moaned in a soft whisper.

Andy: “God baby, you feel so good.” 

Andy held Miranda’s neck and throat, gently, in an effort to keep eye contact with her before she added a third finger in her wife’s aching core. Andy could smell Miranda’s lust.

Miranda: “I'm coming...” panting heavily.

Andy: “Look at me baby, I want to see you come.” Curling her fingers inside of Miranda feeling her walls grip them.

Miranda: “Oh God...” feeling the waves of her powerful orgasm wash over her whole body. She tightened her hold on Andy’s body, pulling her ever closer into hers.

Andy: “Oh baby...” kissing Miranda trying to muffle her own moan as she fell into her own orgasm.

They stood there for a few moments, both feeling the last sensations of their love in a tight hug. Andy finally able to take it off her fingers, liking each one of them.

Andy: “I love the way you taste and smell on me.”

Miranda: “And I love you.” Softy kissing her wife.

Andy: “I love you more.” Andy declared as she put Miranda on her feet again, still kissing her.

A few minutes later, still trying to compose themselves, they heard a timid knock at the bathroom door.

Woman: I'm so very sorry Mrs. Priestly but we need you and Mrs. Priestly to come back to your seats. We’re about to start the decent to New York.”

Miranda: “Oh...my...god!” In total disbelief while Andy only smiles at her in total bliss.

Andy just opens the door and quickly makes her way out of the cramped bathroom,  passing Nigel. Her face portraying nothing, as his portrayed a knowing look, it seemed to tell her ‘you totally just got laid’. Andy only winked at him before making her way to her seat. Thirty seconds later Miranda passed Nigel, looking as she had when she had entered the bathroom, perfect, her forceful glare informing Nigel that if he made a sound, spoke a word she’d deal with him. Nigel sank back into his seat fearing the look that informed him perfectly ‘if you like your balls where they are, you know nothing’. Nigel closes his eyes immediately in submission, as always.

Andy was now sitting at the seat close the window, which made Miranda raise an eyebrow to a laughing Andy

Andy: “Ah please....” Andy whined. “Just this once I want the seat by the window. C’mon sit. I want to be held, I'm spent.” That same devilish smile reappears and Miranda will now know exactly what it means in the future. She’ll also be looking forward to it.  

Miranda: “You are just far too much.” Sitting in Andy’s previous seat and places the blankets over their laps.

Two minutes later, Andy and Miranda were absorbed in small talk that was common for them after making love. Andy’s head resting comfortably on Miranda’s shoulder, when a terrified flight attendant came closer like she was about to announce the plane was crashing.

Woman: I'm so very sorry again Mrs. Priestly, but I just found some kind of scarf in the toilet. I think it’s yours.”

Andy didn’t lift her head to face the woman. She was trying desperately not to laugh her ass off while Miranda, not moving a muscle of her face or body at all, answered the woman with her zero below artic voice.

Miranda: “Do you think with those 2 brain cells of yours? Do you think that I will ever use a scarf that accidentally felt in the toilet?”

Woman: “Of course not Mrs. Priestly. I just wanted to inform you about what happen. I'm sorry to bother you.”

Miranda: “Then please, go bore someone else with your questions.”

The poor woman only looked at the closed exit door like she was about to open and jump out to save her life from the famous Miranda Priestly.

Woman: “Yes Mrs. Priestly, absolutely.” Running out of Miranda’s sight.

When the woman was far from them, Andy couldn’t hold her laughter in any longer and began to laugh until her eyes were tearing.

Miranda: To Andy. “See the things you make me get into.”

Andy: “Oh God...” drying her eyes “I'm sorry my love, but this is too funny!”

Miranda: “Jesus, did you know that was a $700 hundred dollar scarf?”

Andy: “Miranda! You got that for free, like the other 2 billion no I’m sorry zillions you have at home.”

Miranda: “True”, smiling at Andy, “but it’s a waste of a good scarf.”

Andy: “Don’t you think it was worth every penny?”

Miranda: “Indeed it was.” She smiles as she bends down to kiss Andy.

Andy: “Well”, getting closer to Miranda. “Hermes scarf, 700 bucks” peck to the lips “Two plane tickets 3 thousand bucks” Longer kiss “Being able to fuck your wife senseless at twenty-thousand feet...priceless.” Pulling Miranda into a heated kiss.

The end.