Medical leave (a Mirandy fanfic)

Chapter 19: Doubts and certainties II

"There you go, all done" - the nurse stated, his annoying smile never leaving his face. Andrea still couldn't believe the gall of this guy, he had been flirting openly during the whole ten minutes that took him to divest her of the arm sling. She had to hold her tongue between her teeth under the threaten of slicing it, to avoid sending him to hell and back - "Now, don't lift heavy things or stretch abruptly. Here's my number, just in case you need help" - 

Unbelivably, Andy had to admit that the flirting was not the worst thing about this guy, no. The absolute worst about him was that disgustingly Gigolo-style side smirk that he thought was alluring but she found utterly unnerving, making her want to bash him on the head with the nearest heavy object. She raised her hand , refusing to take the card.

- "Thank you but no, thank you" - she said, jumping off the gurney- " You'll see, even if I was dying and my life depended on it, I'd gladly jump headlong into the arms of the Grim Reaper before calling you, and I'll grace you with the reason. I find you utterly insufferable, and the fact that you kept your uncalled flirting in front of my wife only made me want kick you down a very large staircase"

-"Y-your w-wife?" - he paled considerably - 

-"Yes, my w-w-wife" - she stammered purposedly mocking him- "That gorgeous, intelligent, wonderful and hotter-than-hell woman is my wife. And there's no place I'd rather be than home with her and our children"

-"Ch-children?!" - his jaw hanged loose-

-"Yes, children. I see you would make a fine parrot and an even better codfish. Now, if we're quite done, I'll leave before I change my mind and report you with your superiors because of your unprofessional behaviour. I sincerely hope I'll never have to make use of your services, ever again. That's all" - she stated airily and exited the room, bumping into another person -  "S-sorry"

-"Now who's stammering, dear?" - Miranda asked playfully - 

-"Miranda!"

-"If you're finished here, let us adjourned to the car. Roy is waiting for us" - she caressed her cheeck, tucking a stranded bang behind her ear-

-"Take me out of here, please" - the brunette begged sincerely-

-"It'll be my pleasure" - she smiled warmly at her lover but before leaving, shot the man a glacial glare that spoke of blood and death if he ever crossed her path again - 

Once ensconsced safely in the car, both women sunk tiredly in the downy upholstery. The car glided quietly down the street and Andrea felt the silence grow heavier on her.

-"Miranda..." - she probed-

-"Is marriage something you want?" - she cut her off as if they had been discussing weather. Andrea's eyes widened -

-"W-what?"

-"Back there, you called me your wife"

-"Uh, I, erm... I'm sorry if it was inappropriate"- she feared that by preening in front of that git she might have unwillingly put pressure on the editor-

-"No, no, I'm not saying that. I'am asking whether you actually see marriage in a future shared with a twice-divorcee, mother of twins and much older woman" - she grimaced and look at the brunette, straight in the eye. Andrea could see hurt and insecurity etching those beautiful, stormy blue orbs - "Because I find myself... not completely opposed to the idea" - she stated, while fiddling nervously with her bracelets-

Andrea's chest swelled with love and affection for the woman in front of her. She looked so vulnerable and the brunette knew exactly how difficult it was for Miranda to be straightforward with her feelings. Without warning, Andrea straddled the editor and tangled her fingers her silver hair, wincing slightly at the sting in the muscles right above the fracture, that reminded her of her limited mobility. She locked eyes with her older lover, giving her the warmest and most sincere look she could muster, so there would be no room for doubt about her next words.

-"Miranda, although I don't think it's a pre-requisite for me to love you madly like I do now, there's nothing I'd like more in this world than being bound to you by marriage. But..." - she swiftly captured Miranda's lips in a heated kiss when she saw she was about to talk, leaving her breathless - "Let me finish, please, my love" - the editor nodded, trying to catch her breath- "But... I won't rush things between us. I love too much to lose you because I put preassure on you by forcing you to anything" - she caressed her face and pecked her lips chastely, resting their foreheads together - "I love you, Miranda. More than you'll ever imagine"

-"As do I, darling. And you won't lose me, I'd gladly agree to marriage where you are the second party involved. Although, I'd like to court you properly first"

-"Mmh, are you telling me that Miranda Priestly is a lost case of romance enthusiast?" - Andrea joked, earning a playful swat on her backside from the editor - 

-"It will happen... repeatedly. You know that, don't you?" - Miranda said, suddenly forlorn - 

-"What?"

-"Our age difference is noticeable. It'll happen again"

-"Oh for God's... Look at me" - but Miranda insisted on averting her gaze - "Miranda" - Andrea gently nudged her to look upwards - "You are waaaay hotter than most of the thirty-year-old I know. When I see you, I have a real bad time trying to keep my hands to myself up to the point where I think I've suffered a regression and I'm again a hormon-crazed teenager"  - Miranda chuckled and the brunette felt the mood lighten a bit - "You, Miss Priestly, are the sexiest" - she pecked her lips - "hottest" - a kiss on the jaw- "most enticing" - she nipped at her pulse point and the editor exposed her throat to give more room - "most delectable woman I've known" - she gave a long, sensuous lick up the column of her throat and the silver-haired woman shuddered- "And I'd better stop now before I make love to you right here, in this car" - she retreated to her previous sitting position, but keept on holding the editor's hand - "Any other doubts?" - she winked playfully and Miranda leaned in to kiss her, as the car came to a stop-

-"Well, given the vehemence of your statement I guess I'll have to believe you" - she lifted their joined hands and kissed the brunette's - "Now, let's go inside. I have some dresses for the gala I want to see you in. Roy, would you bring the boxes in the trunk upstairs?" - she said, exiting the car - 

-"Of course, Miranda" 

-"Oh, and Andrea..." - she said coolly, as she typed the alarm code - 

-"Yes, Miranda?" - the editor leaned in to whisper in the brunette's ear-

-"I have several plans for us now that you're out of that sling - she kissed her cheek and strode upstairs with Roy in tow. Leaving a thoroughly blushed Andrea Sachs on her wake.