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Andy Sachs was ‘getting there’, and she couldn’t possibly have been any happier.
If she’d taken time to unpack the emotions behind being so starved for approval at her job that the simplest compliment could make her leap for joy, she might not have liked what she’d found, but as it was things were wonderful. Her boss, Miranda Priestly, the Dragon Lady, ruthless Queen of Runway and all associated fiefdoms, had told her she was ‘getting there’. She might even have smiled at her, can you imagine?
Okay, so maybe she was a little desperate for approval. What was the harm in that? She’d been desperate for approval in high school, and it had landed her a full ride at Northwestern. She’d been desperate for approval in college, and her academic record spoke for itself, to say nothing of her editorship of the campus paper. She’d been desperate for approval from her parents in her job search, and she’d landed a job at Elias Clarke after her first interview. Sure, it was as an assistant, not a writer, and at Runway rather than one of the other magazines in their portfolio, but still, she was making progress!
Working at Runway had been marginally less stressful than walking the real thing, and she was pretty sure that the models had better hours too. They certainly got paid better than her. She took home just over two thousand dollars a month, and since her big fight with Nate they’d been dancing around the issue of who’d get to keep their nice, rent-controlled apartment on the Upper West Side. Things were tight right now, but soon she’d reap the benefits of her hard work, and then the world would be her oyster.
Growing up in Connecticut, Andy had always dreamed of the big city. A childhood spent in various forms of suburban angst had left her ready to see what the big, wide world had to offer, and New York City had met her every expectation. Money was tight, but her clandestine arrangement with Nigel had netted her a new wardrobe to match her role, and she no longer felt out of place at Runway or the Elias Clarke building.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. She was still the heaviest girl in the office in a place where a size 6 counted as being overweight, and while she’d grown a thick enough skin to outwardly brush off the rude comments, they still bothered her. She’d run cross country since she was in junior high, and had definition to her abs and her thighs that even her steady diet of Nate’s grilled cheeses hadn’t been able to obscure. By all rights, she should’ve been one of the skinniest people in the office.
Unfortunately for her dreams of a size 4, her hips refused to cease to exist. She’d always been fairly curvy there, with a butt that didn’t fit the current trend of wafer thin frames. If she’d been an Alpha, she might have used the excuse that she had a stronger build as befit someone of her dynamic. It wouldn’t have been convincing: Alphas were often taller, more muscular, and sharper in their features than the other dynamics, and Andy was just a fairly curvy Beta. She didn’t have the temperament for the dominant dynamic either. Andy had never met a situation she didn’t want to smile her way through, even where an Alpha would’ve been growling and threatening a fight. Conflict just wasn’t in her nature.
It hadn’t really been a surprise when she presented as a Beta. Andy was polite, accommodating, and gracious, and she wasn’t angry enough to be an Alpha or needy enough to be an Omega. Even her presentation had been fairly lowkey, as befit her dynamic. She’d woken up one day with a bit of a better sense of smell and that was that. It’d taken her till the middle of college to go that far, but that wasn’t inordinately uncommon. While Alphas generally presented sometime between the ages of 16 and 18, Betas often didn’t present till they were in their late twenties. As for Omegas, their presentation was nearly random, depending entirely on proximity to an Alpha their subconscious deemed appropriate as a mate. Her friend Doug hadn’t presented till he interned at JP Morgan the summer before: to his mortification, his inner Omega seemed to think that the high-powered, cocaine snorting Alphas who worked at the bank were his type.
Andy shuddered at the thought. Imagine being mated to a finance bro. Even worse, imagine going through heats and ruts and pregnancies with someone like that. Doug would be lucky if he saw his eventual mate once a week.
“Andrea,” came a sharp voice from across the room. Andy startled out of her daydream, looking up to see Emily staring at her impatiently. “Pay attention, hmm? I need you to go downtown and pick up an order from Cartier. Miranda didn’t like the necklace on one of the models.”
“Isn’t there a Cartier on 5th?” Andy asked, tugging on her coat.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Not one with the piece she’s looking for in stock. Now go. We don’t want to keep her waiting, do we?”
No, they didn’t. With a sigh, Andy hurried out of the office, earning her a few knowing looks from the other staff. They all knew the ‘Miranda wants something’ drill, and seeing Andy rushing out at all hours was a daily occurrence. She waved to Kate at reception as she left, then took the elevator, willing the car to move a little faster. Miranda didn’t have time for excuses, therefore neither did she.
It was a rather warm day, unseasonably so for February, and Andy found herself sweating through the lovely Chanel peacoat Nigel had put aside for her. The subway was hot and humid at the best of times, and by the time she was stepping off the train the first time she was endlessly grateful for antiperspirant. No one else seemed to mind the weather, but it wasn’t like she went around asking them. It was New York. No one talked to strangers.
It took her the better part of an hour to get down to SoHo and back, and she’d barely had a chance to put her coat down before Emily was on her again, shooing her upstairs to bring the assortment of bracelets, bangles, and armbands Miranda had requested up to the fitting rooms. Andy went running up the stairs, taking them two at a time as she stretched out the last leg of her journey. It was almost time for her fifteen minute lunchbreak, and lord if she didn’t need it.
Nigel flashed her an apologetic look as she burst through the door as quietly as possible, eyebrows going up in a way that screamed ‘it’s been one of those days’. Andy gave me the faintest hint of a smile as she hurried over to her boss, who was looking over one of the unfortunate models like a hawk circling over a grassy meadow.
“I brought the accessories you requested, Miranda,” Andy whispered as gently as she could, setting the bag down on the table.
“Took you long enough,” Miranda replied sharply, continuing to stare at the worried looking model. Snapping her fingers, she pointed at one of the stylists. “You. Help her try on a few of these pieces. Start with the platinum, if you would.”
Taking the clipped response as her cue to leave, Andy turned to go. Miranda liked absolute focus during her blocking sessions, and she wasn’t about to get in the middle of them. She’d just about made it to the door when Miranda called after her. “Andrea?”
“Yes, Miranda?”
“Are they handing out perfume samples at Cartier, now?”
Andy frowned. “I’m sorry?”
Miranda didn’t turn towards her, but Andy felt her eyes on her just the same. “You smell Andrea.” Andy turned to Nigel, who gave her an apologetic shrug. “That’s all.”
Andy fled from the room, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. God, how humiliating.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. There were calls to make and errands to run, and Emily was being grating about some major fashion event that she was going to in a few weeks’ time. Andy got her work done, as she always did, but it was harder than it normally was. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as the hours went by, trying to fight the uncomfortable feeling of warmth that fluttered in her stomach. It had been one thing on the subway, but in the office it was nearly unbearable, even without her quote.
And Miranda thought she smelled? She didn’t smell. She’d sweated a little bit during her mad dash downtown, sure, but she certainly didn’t smell like whatever perfumes Cartier was spritzing around.
Yet Nigel had agreed with her, and that had to count for something. Maybe she’d put on the wrong deodorant in the morning, or walked through a cloud of incense without noticing it. She had felt a little out of sorts all day, and she wouldn’t have put it past herself to do something silly.
Ugh. She needed a vacation.
She wasn’t likely to get it, though. Given the way the day had gone, it wasn’t a surprise when Emily swung by her desk at six, smiling sympathetically at her.
“Don’t forget, it’s your turn to bring the Book tonight, Sachs. Good luck.”
Andy could only manage a nod in response as Emily sashayed out the door with her massive leather handbag. She’d been looking forward to getting home, throwing on her most comfortable pajamas, and watching some bad TV before bed. Instead she’d be in the building for another two hours at least, nearly alone.
Before Emily left things had been moving fairly quickly, once she did they slowed to a crawl. Andy sat at her desk, fiddling with papers and waiting desperately for the Book to finish its byzantine daily creation process. She was sore, and achy, and she wanted a hug more than anything in the world. Nate hadn’t been good for her, not by the end, at least, but she missed the touch of another human being. Just the thought of a strong, careful hand caressing her cheek sent her heart fluttering. Fingers grabbing at her chin, forcing her eyes up from their position on the ground. Hot breath lingering in her ear…
She shook her head, trying to get a hold of herself. It wasn’t like her to have such thoughts, especially not when she was unpartnered and unmated. Her work was her life, and she was perfectly content with letting her personal life simmer on the back burner for a few years. The stress of the day must be getting to her.
It was pushing 8:30 before the Book finally finished production, and Andy didn’t hesitate to rush for the elevators the moment after it reached her desk. Miranda’s place was a thirty minute trek away even with the subway, and she wanted to get back before it got too late. Plus, she was tired, hungry, and from the feel of her forehead she was running a hell of a fever. She couldn’t call off work— Miranda’s assistants never called out sick, as Emily constantly reminded her— but she could at least manage to grab a few ibuprofen and a good night’s sleep. That always set her right.
Her condition hadn’t improved by the time she made it to Miranda’s house in the Village, and it was all she could do to keep herself upright as she swayed up the steps. The haze in her head was almost bad enough for her to consider seeing a doctor. A doctor, on her salary, can you imagine? At least she was done, now. All she had to do was drop the Book on the table and hang up Miranda’s dry cleaning. Then she could go home and rest.
The door creaked open as she snuck inside, hanging up the dry cleaning as she had dozens of times before. She was about to set the Book down and beat a hasty retreat when she heard a voice from further inside the house. “Andrea, is that you?”
Not just a voice, Miranda’s voice. Shit. “Um, yes, Miranda. I’m just dropping the Book, then I’ll be on my way.” Her voice had a faint quaver to it, a symptom of her exhaustion, no doubt, but she hoped Miranda wouldn’t notice.
No such luck. “Are you feeling alright?”
Andy shook her head, careless of the fact that Miranda couldn’t see the gesture. “Just a little under the weather. I’m sure I’ll be fine by morning.”
Miranda hummed noncommittally. “I’m not sure you will.” She paused for a moment, considering her next move. It didn’t take her long to make it. “Come here.”
Andy felt herself being pulled by an invisible string through Miranda’s townhouse, feet moving of their own accord until she found herself standing in her living room. Miranda looked as regal as ever, white hair perfectly coiffed, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She sat with her legs crossed on a loveseat, looking over Andy with an intensity to her gaze that seemed almost predatory. Andy swallowed dry air.
“Why are you here, Andrea?” Miranda asked softly.
“Uh, the Book,” Andy mumbled, holding it out in front of her like an offering. “It’s my turn to bring the Book.”
Miranda shook her head. “I’m not talking about the Book, I’m talking about you. Why aren’t you resting?”
Rest? Andy didn’t rest, none of Miranda’s assistants ever rested. Not even when they were sick— Emily had the flu a few weeks back, and she’d been in the office every day.
Seeing the look of abject confusion on Andy’s face, Miranda continued. “Andrea. You’re in pre-heat.”
What?
“That’s, that’s impossible,” Andy stuttered, going red in the face. “Only Omegas get heats, and I presented as a Beta in college, and there haven’t been any signs, and—”
“Andrea.” Miranda stopped her babbling with a single word. “I know an Omega when I smell one. Your body’s presenting now, after exposure to an Alpha that you find to be suitable as a mate.”
“N-no, Miranda, I’m sorry, I just, I mean, I’ve dated before, and there have been other Alphas who I’ve thought looked attractive,” Andy protested.
“Other Alphas?” Miranda said in amusement, quirking an eyebrow. “An interesting choice of words.”
Andy felt her heart sink. She’d always thought Miranda was attractive. The air of power she carried herself with was just delectable, and there’d been times in the office when Andy had caught herself staring at her boss’ high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Had she really been so wrapped up in her work that she’d missed the signs of a delayed presentation?
And oh god, what was she going to do about it now? She couldn’t go back into the office. Facing Miranda again after this humiliation was out of the question. She’d have to find another job, or maybe go to law school like her dad was constantly pestering her to, and shit, she needed to upend her entire life to suit an Omega rather than a Beta. Doug had told her horror stories about suppressants and pheromones and expensive scent treatments, to top off the new concerns she’d have for her personal well-being. Unmated Omegas needed to be exceptionally careful, lest they attract an unscrupulous Alpha’s attentions.
She couldn’t face it all, and her eyes welled up with tears. “I’m so sorry, Miranda. I’ll leave at once. Emily can find someone to replace me.” Turning on her heel, she took a step towards the door.
“Wait,” came the reply. Once again, Andy found herself beholden to Miranda’s commands, and she turned to face her boss with trepidation on her face.
The Alpha stared her down, lip curved in a slight smile. “I didn’t say this was a bad thing, Andrea. Surely you’ve noticed that I’ve taken a liking to you, even before this whole mess.”
“You, you have?”
“Why else would I have pushed you so hard? You’re a hard worker and fiercely intelligent to match, and I’d hoped that you’d go far in the industry. Still do, in fact. I see a lot of myself in you— your drive to succeed, your determination not to let others’ opinions hold you back. You’ll make an excellent writer someday.”
“Thanks, Miranda,” Andy replied. Her stomach tensed slightly at the Alpha’s praise, and she tried not to think about why that might be.
The Alpha set her glasses down on the side table, then turned her eyes to Andy’s once more. “Do you want to be here?”
What a loaded question. “Uh, yeah, I like working for you, and I’m doing better now.”
“Not Runway,” Miranda clarified, “here. You’re an Omega undergoing the final stages of your presentation. By law, I’m obligated to let you take two weeks off of work with no questions asked, and I’ll make sure you make use of them. My question was, do you want to be here. With me.”
Oh. Oh. Heat flooded Andy’s chest as she considered the offer. Miranda was an Alpha, a strong Alpha, and something in her primordial brain relished the idea of submitting to her entirely. She knew Miranda was smart, driven, and protective when she needed to be, and there was nothing more important in a mate than being able to take care of their Omega.
But what if she was reading too far into things? What if Miranda just wanted to fuck her and send her away, like a last-quarter top during one of their shoots? Andy’s heart couldn’t bear the idea of letting someone take her, only to have herself given back at the first opportunity.
Omega distress pheromones filled the air, instantly triggering Miranda’s instincts. The Alpha stood, placing her hands on the smaller woman’s shoulders and eliciting a startled squeak. Breathing heavily, she let out calming pheromones of her own, of the sort Alphas used to settle their Omegas when things grew to be too much for them. If her intentions weren’t clear before, they certainly were now.
“Andy, Andy, Andy, what has you so upset? Did you think I would hurt you if you said no, or retaliate at work? I’d never pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do.”
Andy nodded, burrowing her face into Miranda’s blouse. It smelled heavenly, all spice and richness and sizzling interest, and Andy melted into the feeling. Miranda was sharp and cutting and fierce at work, but here she was soft, almost tender. “I thought you were going to send me away. After you…”
Miranda growled sharply, causing Andy to instantly quieten. “If I take you to bed, sweet thing, you’re never leaving. You’re far too bright and beautiful for me to let you slip away.”
“Really?” Andy whispered, voice full of hope. “You’re not just saying that because I’m in pre-heat, are you?”
“The twins’ other parent is out of the picture, I’m not mated, and no one else in the world is likely to know me and my business better than you. If you let me, I’ll take you and love you and make you mine.”
The possessive hand that reached down to Andy’s abdomen sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly considered her options. She’d learned she was presenting five minutes ago, did she really want to throw herself into the arms of the first Alpha she met? Sure, Miranda was a strong enough Alpha to trigger her late presentation in the first place, but was that reason to mate with her?
The answer was self-evident. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. I want to be yours, Miranda, for as long as you’ll have me.” Andy said softly, with a note of firmness in her voice. She didn’t want to seem skeptical or unsure, not when the decision was this big.
Miranda’s scent deepened, growing thicker and spicier. Andy nearly lost her balance as it overwhelmed her, and only a strong pair of arms kept her from sinking to the floor. The Alpha’s breathy chuckle in her ear made her toes curl and the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly, and the whispered words in the air did her no favors: “Such a good, good girl, just for me. Did you like working for me, Andrea? Did you like the way I told you what to do?”
“Oh god, yes, Miranda.”
“I bet you loved the way I set you such difficult, intricate tasks. I never would’ve asked Emily to do half of the things you did for me. Getting the Harry Potter manuscript? Only you could’ve made that happen.” She paused, savoring the scent of Andy’s blossoming Omega. “There are so many obedient Omegas in the world, darling. So many girls who’d trip over themselves to work for me, to win my favor. But you were better than all of them, weren’t you? Of all the thousands who’d want your job, you were the only one fit to be mine.”
Andy could barely think straight, but she managed a nod. “Please don’t stop, Miranda. I just— I just want to be good for you.”
Soothing pheromones wrapped around her like a warm hug. “You are, darling. You’re so, so good for me. Would you like me to be good for you? Shall I give you what you need?”
“Yes.”
“And what is it that you need, hmm? Do you need my lips on your soft skin, trailing down your body as I get to know every little part of you? Do you need my fingers working you open, getting you nice and ready for me?” The Alpha leaned in, bringing Andy close to her chest. Something thick and long and hard pressed up against her stomach, and she whimpered. That, that was all for her.
“Do you need your pretty little pussy wrapped around my cock and my knot, as I fill you like every good Omega needs so desperately? Do you need my mark on your neck, my scent on your skin, my cum deep inside of you?”
“Please.”
Miranda chuckled. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”
Andy wasn’t quite sure how she managed to make it upstairs, stumbling and panting as arousal overwhelmed her. She wasn’t in full-blown heat yet, thank god: she couldn’t have been honest about who she was and what she wanted if the haze had descended over her. It was still almost too much for her. Miranda, the Alpha she’d wanted for months, Miranda, who was so imperious and domineering, Miranda, who made her feel safe and protected and trusted. It’d been easy to chalk up her unbending drive to make Miranda proud of her to her work ethic beforehand, but it was so much better now. She was giving herself to the Alpha, just as the Alpha was giving herself to her, and together? They’d move mountains if they wanted to.
Miranda led her into a high-ceilinged, airy bedroom, placing feather-light kisses against the top of her head and the side of her neck as she did so. For as stern and aggressive as the Alpha was at Runway, she was surprisingly soft and patient with Andy now. She didn’t order or throw Andy onto her bed: instead, she climbed on herself and offered an inviting hand. She didn’t force her tongue into Andy’s mouth in a searing, demanding kiss, preferring instead to gently swipe against Andy’s bottom lip in silent interest.
Andy preened at the display of intimacy. Alphas could be rough and dominant, especially during their ruts, and many Omegas delighted in such things. One day, she hoped to see that side of Miranda, insistent and harsh, but that wasn’t what she needed right now. Sex and submission was such a fraught, anxious thing for newly-minted Omegas, and Miranda was doing a wonderful job easing her into it. Gentle hands, soft kisses, murmured ‘good girls’. It all made Andy melt in adoration.
Their clothes were scattered across the floor before Miranda spoke again, with her fingers dancing around Andy’s entrance. “Can I touch you, darling? Get you ready for me?”
Andy nodded helplessly, pressing her head back into goose-down pillows. A tightly wound spring had formed in her belly, and the feel of Miranda’s index finger pressing in to the first knuckle nearly sent it snapping home.
“My, my, someone’s eager. Is this all for me, sweet girl?” She ran a finger theatrically through Andy’s folds, then brought it up to her lips.
“Fuck, yes Alpha.”
“Oh so I’m Alpha now. Don’t worry, Omega, I’ll make sure to be worthy of this gift that you’ve given me.” Miranda lowered her head, lazily kissing her way down Andy’s stomach as her fingers gently worked their way inside her pussy. Dexterous fingers pressed down just perfectly against a spot inside. Andy saw scattered starlight.
God above, this was utterly heavenly. Nate had touched her before, but it’d always been a short, perfunctory thing for him. An obligation that he performed because he knew he was meant to, rather than out of any particular desire to bring her pleasure. Miranda, on the other hand… For all the grief Alphas got about being knotheaded, self-interested lovers who sought only their own release, Miranda was taking her sweet time. Her fingers worked slowly as she took care to find the spot that made Andy sigh and the pace that had her fingers tightening in cropped white hair.
Andy felt herself slipping into a warm, comfortable place deep within herself, body relaxing as she let herself fall apart in Miranda’s hands. Though she hadn’t expected to present as an Omega, she’d done her research. She knew that this was the safe, inviting headspace that Omegas found themselves in when they trusted their partner to take care of them. It was bracingly, terrifyingly intimate to give a lover total control over yourself, and any Alpha worth their salt chased the feeling above all else.
Miranda was no different. She smiled down at Andy with unabashed affection, as she touched her, leaning up to kiss the corner of her mouth. Some tiny part of Andy had worried that being such a strong Alpha would lead Miranda to be more forceful and assertive, but she was still so achingly tender. Even the press of her cock against Andy’s thigh was slow and assured, making sure the Omega was ready for what was about to happen.
“You’re doing so well for me, Andrea, taking my fingers like a perfect little Omega. Do you want my cock, now? Do you want me to fill you up, claim you, and keep you forever?”
Again, Andy couldn’t manage much more than a nod. She was so overwhelmed by the sensations in her pussy and the feelings in her chest that words seemed like distant dreams. Maybe she’d find them in the future, after they’d played out this first exploratory time together. For now, she was learning about her new nature under Miranda’s loving ministrations, and she let herself go entirely.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as Miranda rubbed the head of her cock gently through her folds, gathering the wetness she found there to help ease her in. The Alpha was big, far bigger than ‘I’m well above-average’ Nate, but Andy had no fear that it’d hurt her. Miranda was too good, too delicate. Such a good Alpha, she thought happily, making sure her Omega was ready for her before she took what was hers.
Miranda captured her lips in a sudden, devouring kiss as she pushed in for the first time, swallowing Andy’s whimper of surprise. Fuck, she was so big, Andy thought. So big, and yet her pussy had no trouble stretching to take her inside. There were aches, but any minor pain was nothing compared to the wonderful sensation of being truly filled for the first time. Nothing had ever felt this right, not her fingers nor Miranda’s nor any cock she’d had before. Nothing had ever filled her, closing all the space between her and her Alpha until she wasn’t sure where she ended and the woman on top of her began.
“Fuck,” Miranda whispered reverently into Andy’s shoulder, holding herself still to give the Omega time to adjust. “God, Andrea, you’re so perfect. You’re… this is…”
She trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words. It wasn’t until she began to move, slowly and confidently, that she spoke again.
“I knew you were special from the moment I first laid eyes on you.” Please, more, Andy’s inner Omega sang.
“You walked in wearing an— oh— oversized blue sweater, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and utterly out of place.” The next thrust caught the perfect place inside of her; Andy howled in delight.
“Emily told me I shouldn’t have hired you. She thought you wouldn’t last a week.” Never.
“She told me you weren’t a fit for the job, that you didn’t have the drive.”
Miranda husked out a laugh as she built up a rhythm, pushing hard and deep with every movement. “As if she knew anything about you.” Harder.
“As if she could have done a fraction of what you have. As if she could ever be worthy of a place in my bed and my heart.” Miranda shook her head, blue eyes darkened with desire. “If she was an Omega, she wouldn’t be half the one you are. She wouldn’t be anywhere near as soft, and as good, and as gentle. Fuck, Andrea, you’re so perfect. Such a beautiful, kind Omega.”
She picked up the pace, driving Andy down into the softness of the mattress and nipping at the side of her neck. The attention to the place where the Alpha— her Alpha— wanted to leave a bite drove her wild. Andy’s hands came up to carve red trails down the muscles of her lover’s back, and her legs wrapped around Miranda’s hips to pull her in ever deeper.
The Alpha growled appreciatively in response, increasing the force of her thrusts as the air filled with mating pheromones. The act of biting a partner was a delicate, joyous thing, brought on by a deep connection between an Alpha and her Omega, more permanent than marriage and far closer binding. If Miranda’s teeth broke Andy’s skin, and vice versa, they’d be joined together forever. She wanted nothing more.
“Can I mark you, my good girl?” Miranda said, voice a guttural growl. “Will you be mine forever?”
“Yes,” Andy managed to croak out, voice hoarse from mewling and moaning. “Please, Miranda. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
A moment later she felt the bliss of teeth breaking skin on her neck, and she barely fought through the deluge of dopamine to return the gesture on the blonde Alpha’s neck. The moment she found Miranda’s shoulder their bond snapped into place, uniting them in body and soul. Miranda’s heart beat next to hers, their twin soul intertwined. Sparks flew, eyes rolled back, and Andy felt warmth fill her as Miranda gave her what she needed. She’d expected happiness, but she hadn’t accounted for the sense of utter peace that pervaded her as she floated away in Miranda’s arms. She was Miranda’s, Miranda was hers. Nothing could possibly be better.