DWP Secret Santa fic
Secret Santa gift for pure_ecstasy6
Indefinitely Yours...
by Elizabeth
Rated MA for later chapters
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy. All else herein is complete fiction.
A/N: This is Part 1 of 3. Part 2 will be up in a few days with 3 to follow. Sorry I'm running late, like some of the participants this year, RL has intruded and I’m rusty at this writing thingy.
Part 1: Christmas Then (2006)
Andy Sachs took a sip from her Pomegranate Martini, and looked around the St Regis King Cole Bar. It was mostly empty due to the huge Christmas party in the hotel. She had escaped from the party for a break even though she was covering it for the Mirror. The brunette had already garnered many admiring glances from the men at the party and subtle appreciative looks from a few women. The sexy Armani Pant suit, a gift from Nigel, made Andy feel like she was worth way more than her means.
Due to the electronic age it had been easy to remain friends with Nigel and Emily. Andy had been sure that Emily hated her, and was surprised to find that once she had left Runway, the Brit mildly enjoyed her presence and didn’t find her repulsive. A few times a month Andy had lunch or dinner with the pair, and the three of them spent the meal talking, laughing, and complaining about work. They emailed each other a couple times a week, and Andy chatted with Emily online some days when work was slow for both of them.
Miranda was never directly mentioned, and to the best of her knowledge, Nigel nor Emily spoke of Andy to the Editor. Miranda had been expected to attend the party that evening, which is why Andy had been given the assignment. In the interest of job preservation, Andy hadn’t told her boss that the last time she had seen Miranda on the street ten months ago, the woman hadn’t even deigned to return her wave.
Miranda had not shown up at the party yet, and Andy had other things to worry about. Her mother wasn’t speaking to her. It had been a big year, with the end of her relationship with Nate, leaving Runway, and her new job as a reporter. Andy had broken the news to her mother at Thanksgiving that she wouldn’t be coming home to Ohio for Christmas. Even though her mother wasn’t taking her calls, her father called every day. He had always been the peacemaker, and with ten more days until Christmas he would probably keep trying. Andy usually loved spending Holidays with her family, but this past Thanksgiving her mother had complained about her breakup with Nate and worried about her daughter living alone in New York. For some unexplainable reason, Andy felt like she needed to stay in New York for Christmas.
Still enjoying her drink and sitting quietly at the bar, Andy had not noticed the older man sidling up next to her. She certainly smelled him as he leaned near her. It was like a barrel of Maker’s Mark was suddenly sitting next to her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
Andy rolled her eyes. “I have a drink, thanks.”
“I just thought a girl pretty like you could use a drink, and a good man to drink it with.” His words were a bit slurred.
“No thank you.”
The man leaned closer, and Andy tried not to gag. “I have a room upstairs with a mini bar. We could have a drink in private.”
She sighed. Turning to look at him, Andy was surprised the man was able to stay seated on his stool. Beginning to get irritated she said, “I’m not interested in a drink or going to your room.”
The man leered at her, his eyes fixed on the cleavage revealed by her White buttoned up silk blouse. “C’mon, you’re a pretty girl here alone.” With a smug grin he reached for her arm. “I’ve got what you need.”
Andy pulled out of his reach and stood up, eyes blazing. “I assure you that you don’t have what I need, and I’m not here alone.” Truthfully Andy was attending the party alone, but slimy disgusting drunk man didn’t need to know that.
The female bartender looked nervous and like she was ready to bolt. Andy was about to ask her to call security when she heard a gentle throat clearing behind her from the private enclosure. Everyone seemed frozen to the spot. The reporter heard someone get out of their chair and the quiet click of heels coming from behind her. Andy would recognize that perfume anywhere. Especially because it had been made special just for her by Valentino.
“Are you ready to leave, darling?” Andy felt chills at the soft-spoken words. Drunk man’s eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates. Andy kept her eyes on him as she felt Miranda Priestly’s breath against the back of her neck. “I have champagne and strawberries waiting.”
“That sounds lovely.” Miranda was standing beside her and had slowly slipped her hand inside Andy’s. Andy felt an electric current between her legs at the touch of her smooth skin.
Drunk man broke out of his trance. “You and her are together? What a waste.” As he laughed, he sounded and looked like a donkey, Andy thought.
Miranda ignored him as she pulled out her phone. “Roy, bring the car. Let’s go, Andrea.”
“Okay, sweetie,” Andy said, smiling cheekily. The corners of Miranda’s mouth turned up a bit at her reply. Still holding hands, the women walked to the exit giving drunk man a wide berth.
“Just remember, baby,” stupid drunk man decided to get one last dig in to defend his wounded pride. He grabbed his crotch and made a vulgar gesture. “I’ve got what you need right here.”
Andy was going to tell him to go to hell and that she wasn’t his baby, but Miranda put her hand up. With a sweet smile, still speaking in her soft sophisticated tone she explained, “I am positive that I can satisfy Andrea in a million ways your simple mind couldn’t even dream of.” Already aroused, Andy let out a soft moan when Miranda said ‘satisfy.’
With a raised eyebrow Miranda glanced disdainfully at the area below his waist. “As for accessories, they cost a dime a dozen. I’m sure that would be more endowed and lasting. Good evening.” Andy and Miranda walked out the door and did not look back.
Drunk man moved to sit back on his stool and fell on his butt. He heard the bartender quietly call hotel security.
Andy could not have wiped the humongous smile off her face even if she wanted to. Roy didn’t seem fazed as he held the door to the limo open for the women. “Where to, Miranda?”
“Take us to the townhouse. I promised Andrea a nightcap.”
Still holding her former assistant’s hand, Miranda waited until the doors and the divider in the limo were closed before speaking to Andy. “It’s good to see you, Andrea. I’ve thought of you a few times this past year.” Miranda was lying. She had thoughts almost daily about the one who got away professionally and personally. Miranda glanced down at their joined hands and turned Andy’s hand over and started to trace the lines of her palm with her fingers.
Andy’s heart was racing and she could feel a trail of sweat running down her back. “I thought about you too. Were you watching me at the bar the entire time?” To Andy’s astonishment Miranda actually blushed at her question.
Miranda had been drinking a glass of Scotch before Andy had entered the bar. The Editor was only attending the party in the hopes of bumping into the reporter. She had overheard Nigel and Emily talking about Andy attending the Christmas party at the St. Regis. She had enjoyed her unobstructed view of the gorgeous brunette until the odious man had started his unwanted advances.
Clearing her throat, Miranda answered Andy’s question, “I was going to go to the party to find you after I had a drink. For me, it was a stroke of good luck that you walked into the bar when you did. You always did have a way of anticipating my every desire.”
Then as Miranda graced Andy with a beautiful heart-stopping smile, the brunette thought she might have a spontaneous orgasm just looking into her expressive cerulean eyes. Miranda reached with her free hand and cupped her cheek. Andy leaned into the exquisite caress. “You are welcome to come home with me for just a drink, no pressure, no expectations. I can also have Roy take you to your home instead, if you wish.”
Andy turned her head and pressed her lips into the palm of Miranda’s hand. Her brown eyes dilated so much they appeared dark and luminous, they held Miranda spellbound. “You owe me more than just a drink,” Andy teasingly said. “I believe I was promised champagne and strawberries.” Both women shared an intimate smile, already sitting close to one another in the limo, they leaned further in and shared a soft kiss.
Andy made a small annoyed whimper as she heard the limo stop and Roy got out of the front. Miranda let out a soft chuckle. “We’ll continue this conversation inside.”
The townhouse was empty, Andy could tell immediately. She could see a medium sized Christmas tree in Miranda’s study along with other lovely decorations in the hall. There were a few lights on and complete silence. No twins watching television, listening to music, or running up and down the stairs trying to terrorize their mother’s assistants. “The girls spend the first part of the holiday break with their father. Um, let me put your purse in the closet,” Miranda offered absentmindedly.
After putting Andy’s purse up, Miranda turned to face her and looked a little lost. Andy found it oddly endearing that Miranda seemed a little flustered. Gone was the cool sophisticated woman from the bar, the Editor of Runway. In her place was the vulnerable sexy woman, Miranda. Andy was extremely attracted to both sides.
Walking quickly to her, before they both lost their nerve, Andy took a willing Miranda into her arms for a passionate kiss. Miranda sighed into Andy’s mouth as their tongues touched. One kiss turned into many as they enjoyed this new wonderful facet in their relationship. Andy’s hands rubbed over Miranda’s back as they both panted, foreheads touching. “Why don’t we move this to my bedroom, darling?”
Part 2: blue-eyed-devil.livejournal.com/27198.html#cutid1
Indefinitely Yours...
by Elizabeth
Rated MA for later chapters
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy. All else herein is complete fiction.
A/N: This is Part 1 of 3. Part 2 will be up in a few days with 3 to follow. Sorry I'm running late, like some of the participants this year, RL has intruded and I’m rusty at this writing thingy.
Part 1: Christmas Then (2006)
Andy Sachs took a sip from her Pomegranate Martini, and looked around the St Regis King Cole Bar. It was mostly empty due to the huge Christmas party in the hotel. She had escaped from the party for a break even though she was covering it for the Mirror. The brunette had already garnered many admiring glances from the men at the party and subtle appreciative looks from a few women. The sexy Armani Pant suit, a gift from Nigel, made Andy feel like she was worth way more than her means.
Due to the electronic age it had been easy to remain friends with Nigel and Emily. Andy had been sure that Emily hated her, and was surprised to find that once she had left Runway, the Brit mildly enjoyed her presence and didn’t find her repulsive. A few times a month Andy had lunch or dinner with the pair, and the three of them spent the meal talking, laughing, and complaining about work. They emailed each other a couple times a week, and Andy chatted with Emily online some days when work was slow for both of them.
Miranda was never directly mentioned, and to the best of her knowledge, Nigel nor Emily spoke of Andy to the Editor. Miranda had been expected to attend the party that evening, which is why Andy had been given the assignment. In the interest of job preservation, Andy hadn’t told her boss that the last time she had seen Miranda on the street ten months ago, the woman hadn’t even deigned to return her wave.
Miranda had not shown up at the party yet, and Andy had other things to worry about. Her mother wasn’t speaking to her. It had been a big year, with the end of her relationship with Nate, leaving Runway, and her new job as a reporter. Andy had broken the news to her mother at Thanksgiving that she wouldn’t be coming home to Ohio for Christmas. Even though her mother wasn’t taking her calls, her father called every day. He had always been the peacemaker, and with ten more days until Christmas he would probably keep trying. Andy usually loved spending Holidays with her family, but this past Thanksgiving her mother had complained about her breakup with Nate and worried about her daughter living alone in New York. For some unexplainable reason, Andy felt like she needed to stay in New York for Christmas.
Still enjoying her drink and sitting quietly at the bar, Andy had not noticed the older man sidling up next to her. She certainly smelled him as he leaned near her. It was like a barrel of Maker’s Mark was suddenly sitting next to her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
Andy rolled her eyes. “I have a drink, thanks.”
“I just thought a girl pretty like you could use a drink, and a good man to drink it with.” His words were a bit slurred.
“No thank you.”
The man leaned closer, and Andy tried not to gag. “I have a room upstairs with a mini bar. We could have a drink in private.”
She sighed. Turning to look at him, Andy was surprised the man was able to stay seated on his stool. Beginning to get irritated she said, “I’m not interested in a drink or going to your room.”
The man leered at her, his eyes fixed on the cleavage revealed by her White buttoned up silk blouse. “C’mon, you’re a pretty girl here alone.” With a smug grin he reached for her arm. “I’ve got what you need.”
Andy pulled out of his reach and stood up, eyes blazing. “I assure you that you don’t have what I need, and I’m not here alone.” Truthfully Andy was attending the party alone, but slimy disgusting drunk man didn’t need to know that.
The female bartender looked nervous and like she was ready to bolt. Andy was about to ask her to call security when she heard a gentle throat clearing behind her from the private enclosure. Everyone seemed frozen to the spot. The reporter heard someone get out of their chair and the quiet click of heels coming from behind her. Andy would recognize that perfume anywhere. Especially because it had been made special just for her by Valentino.
“Are you ready to leave, darling?” Andy felt chills at the soft-spoken words. Drunk man’s eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates. Andy kept her eyes on him as she felt Miranda Priestly’s breath against the back of her neck. “I have champagne and strawberries waiting.”
“That sounds lovely.” Miranda was standing beside her and had slowly slipped her hand inside Andy’s. Andy felt an electric current between her legs at the touch of her smooth skin.
Drunk man broke out of his trance. “You and her are together? What a waste.” As he laughed, he sounded and looked like a donkey, Andy thought.
Miranda ignored him as she pulled out her phone. “Roy, bring the car. Let’s go, Andrea.”
“Okay, sweetie,” Andy said, smiling cheekily. The corners of Miranda’s mouth turned up a bit at her reply. Still holding hands, the women walked to the exit giving drunk man a wide berth.
“Just remember, baby,” stupid drunk man decided to get one last dig in to defend his wounded pride. He grabbed his crotch and made a vulgar gesture. “I’ve got what you need right here.”
Andy was going to tell him to go to hell and that she wasn’t his baby, but Miranda put her hand up. With a sweet smile, still speaking in her soft sophisticated tone she explained, “I am positive that I can satisfy Andrea in a million ways your simple mind couldn’t even dream of.” Already aroused, Andy let out a soft moan when Miranda said ‘satisfy.’
With a raised eyebrow Miranda glanced disdainfully at the area below his waist. “As for accessories, they cost a dime a dozen. I’m sure that would be more endowed and lasting. Good evening.” Andy and Miranda walked out the door and did not look back.
Drunk man moved to sit back on his stool and fell on his butt. He heard the bartender quietly call hotel security.
Andy could not have wiped the humongous smile off her face even if she wanted to. Roy didn’t seem fazed as he held the door to the limo open for the women. “Where to, Miranda?”
“Take us to the townhouse. I promised Andrea a nightcap.”
Still holding her former assistant’s hand, Miranda waited until the doors and the divider in the limo were closed before speaking to Andy. “It’s good to see you, Andrea. I’ve thought of you a few times this past year.” Miranda was lying. She had thoughts almost daily about the one who got away professionally and personally. Miranda glanced down at their joined hands and turned Andy’s hand over and started to trace the lines of her palm with her fingers.
Andy’s heart was racing and she could feel a trail of sweat running down her back. “I thought about you too. Were you watching me at the bar the entire time?” To Andy’s astonishment Miranda actually blushed at her question.
Miranda had been drinking a glass of Scotch before Andy had entered the bar. The Editor was only attending the party in the hopes of bumping into the reporter. She had overheard Nigel and Emily talking about Andy attending the Christmas party at the St. Regis. She had enjoyed her unobstructed view of the gorgeous brunette until the odious man had started his unwanted advances.
Clearing her throat, Miranda answered Andy’s question, “I was going to go to the party to find you after I had a drink. For me, it was a stroke of good luck that you walked into the bar when you did. You always did have a way of anticipating my every desire.”
Then as Miranda graced Andy with a beautiful heart-stopping smile, the brunette thought she might have a spontaneous orgasm just looking into her expressive cerulean eyes. Miranda reached with her free hand and cupped her cheek. Andy leaned into the exquisite caress. “You are welcome to come home with me for just a drink, no pressure, no expectations. I can also have Roy take you to your home instead, if you wish.”
Andy turned her head and pressed her lips into the palm of Miranda’s hand. Her brown eyes dilated so much they appeared dark and luminous, they held Miranda spellbound. “You owe me more than just a drink,” Andy teasingly said. “I believe I was promised champagne and strawberries.” Both women shared an intimate smile, already sitting close to one another in the limo, they leaned further in and shared a soft kiss.
Andy made a small annoyed whimper as she heard the limo stop and Roy got out of the front. Miranda let out a soft chuckle. “We’ll continue this conversation inside.”
The townhouse was empty, Andy could tell immediately. She could see a medium sized Christmas tree in Miranda’s study along with other lovely decorations in the hall. There were a few lights on and complete silence. No twins watching television, listening to music, or running up and down the stairs trying to terrorize their mother’s assistants. “The girls spend the first part of the holiday break with their father. Um, let me put your purse in the closet,” Miranda offered absentmindedly.
After putting Andy’s purse up, Miranda turned to face her and looked a little lost. Andy found it oddly endearing that Miranda seemed a little flustered. Gone was the cool sophisticated woman from the bar, the Editor of Runway. In her place was the vulnerable sexy woman, Miranda. Andy was extremely attracted to both sides.
Walking quickly to her, before they both lost their nerve, Andy took a willing Miranda into her arms for a passionate kiss. Miranda sighed into Andy’s mouth as their tongues touched. One kiss turned into many as they enjoyed this new wonderful facet in their relationship. Andy’s hands rubbed over Miranda’s back as they both panted, foreheads touching. “Why don’t we move this to my bedroom, darling?”
Part 2: blue-eyed-devil.livejournal.com/27198.html#cutid1