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Andy had her suspicions when her and Miranda had started dating that she was very affectionate but just worked really hard at hiding it. But she really had no idea how truly affectionate and possessive Miranda actually was until they moved in together.
When the twins had still lived with them during their high school years. All four women spent a lot of time, curled up on couches together watching movies, playing board games or whatever. It was no secret to any of them that those were Miranda’s favourite family moments. Even has the girls grew older and busier, they knew that always had to make time, every Sunday for Miranda’s required family time.
Ever since Andy had stopped working at Runway, and they became an item, Miranda began to truly let this side of her out, and worked hard to be home with her family.
Now that the twins had moved out to their respective colleges and would not be back until mid July, assuming they didn’t want to travel with friends, there was no one else to sate Miranda’s needs but Andy. It made getting work done incredibly hard. Especially now that Miranda began to push more and more of her duties onto Nigel, who would be taking her place soon when she decided she was ready to retire. She was home even more than usual and just as distracting as ever.
Andy sat in on the armchair in the study, her laptop perched on her lap as she fleshed out more and more of her article. After working at the Mirror for a while, Andy mostly worked freelance, sending in articles and reviews into various newspapers and magazines like The Times and even Rolling Stone. She enjoyed being able to work from home and it gave her the chance to write what she was passionate about.
And at that moment, she was busy being passionate about the importance of the arts in life. She had been offered a huge space in an upcoming issue of an arts magazine she hadn’t even actually heard of, Sculpting Minds or something or other. They had heard about her through the grapevine and offered her this piece. Of course she accepted, but she was having trouble filling in the final details.
She bit her lip as she read over the same sentence again, something was off. Her mood brightened when a very soft looking Miranda entered the room with a cup of hot coffee in her hand.
“Mmmmm, you’re amazing.” Andy hummed as Miranda leaned in for a kiss.
“Bet you say that to all the girls that bring you coffee.” Miranda smirked.
“Only the cute ones.” Andy snarked back, as Miranda sat on the arm of the chair her, her eyes skimming the article.
“Is this the piece on the importance of the arts?”
“That’s the one.” Andy replied with a sigh.
Miranda pouted, a little as she leaned in, kissing Andy’s jaw.
“How about you take a break and come watch a movie with me.” She murmured softly.
Andy rolled her eyes, as Miranda slid off the arm and took Andy’s laptop from her before climbing onto her lap.
“I’ll even let you pick, whatever movie you want.” Miranda continued quirking her eyebrow playfully, before tucking her face into Andy’s neck.
“Any movie at all!” Andy exclaimed sarcastically reaching for her laptop and opening the article again.
“Mhmmm.” Miranda hummed against Andy’s throat.
“Even Cowboys vs. Aliens?” Andy asked innocently.
Miranda growled her distaste, before reluctantly nodding, and pressing kisses to Andy’s neck and shoulder.
Andy read, and reread the same sentence of her article three times before sighing against Miranda’s soft mouth.
“I don’t know why you love that movie so much.” Miranda said flatly as she encouraged Andy’s hand through her hair.
Andy pushed her fingers through Miranda’s hair massaging at her scalp as she turned back to her article. Miranda practically purred as Andy massaged through her hair and down the side of her throat, caressing her cheek.
“You’re just so entertaining when annoyed.” Andy replied, her mind still thinking hard on the article. Miranda huffed, and then whined her displeasure as Andy removed her hand to type.
Miranda leaned back in to nosing along Andy’s jaw.
“Please. I miss you.” Miranda drawled.
“You are absolutely impossible!” Andy exclaimed as she closed her laptop and placed it on the desk.
“And you love me for it.” Miranda said sweetly.
“Funny isn’t it?” Andy sassed, as she surprised the older woman, by scooping her up into her arms and carrying her to the couch in the tv room.
Miranda yelped as Andy gently tossed her onto the couch and threw a blanket over her shoulders. She turned on the television and sat on the couch next to Miranda, as she surfed through Netflix. Miranda pulled herself over to Andy and rested her head in her lap, and sighed contentedly.
Andy knew that that was her cue to comb through her hair and cuddle her close, but just to torture her a while longer, she didn’t move.
She pressed play on the aforementioned movie, that she new Miranda loved so much, and sat quietly.
Miranda grumbled, tugging at Andy’s shirt.
“Yes darling?” Andy asked innocently, looking down at the icy blue eyes that currently were glaring at her from under the blanket.
“I miss you.” Miranda whined.
“And I’m right here.” Andy laughed.
“You know very well what I mean Andrea.”
“Of course Mira.”
Miranda sat up slightly so Andy could stretch out on the couch and so she could cuddle up to her in her regular place on her chest. Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda, cradling her head with her hand, as Miranda tucked herself into Andy’s embrace.
“Better?” Andy whispered softly.
“Much.” Miranda hummed happily, as she closed her eyes and listened to Andrea’s breathing.
“You aren’t even watching!” Andy exclaimed, nosing at Miranda’s hairline.
“Am so.” Miranda mumbled sleepily, wrapping an arm around her ribcage, and cuddling in closer.
Andy chuckled softly, rubbing circles into Miranda’s back and carding her hand through Miranda’s hair.
“You’re such a cuddle bug.” Andy whispered softly.
“What did you just call me?” Miranda muttered cooly.
“I said you’re a cuddle bug.”
“I am not!”
“You so are!”
“I am definitely not Andrea.”
Andy smirked.
“So you won’t mind if I leave you to finish the movie so I can finish my article?”
Miranda stayed silent, but tightened her arm around Andrea even more.
“That’s what I thought.”
Miranda huffed before turning her attention back to the feeling of Andrea underneath her.
“You know, you only have to ask if you wanna snuggle.” Andy giggled, wiggling her eyebrows jokingly.
“I don’t snuggle.”
Andy rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever.”