Secret Santa Fic: Lost and Found (pt. 2) , NC17, The Devil Wears Prada, (Miranda/Andy)
Lost and Found, cont'd
Part One...
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To say that Miranda was mortified would be an understatement. As she crossed the living room to stand at the large window, she couldn't help but feel incredibly foolish. A heave of anger flashed within her; what in God's name was she doing in Ohio? Andrea Sachs was responsible for making her feel every single emotion that she'd come to despise in the human character. She'd rejected those qualities years ago, believing that she'd evolved because she'd left behind such deplorable emotions as jealousy or yearning.
"I came here under the impression that I'd be dragging you back to New York, whether you came willingly or not," Miranda said blankly, staring at her reflection in the glass.
She heard Andrea sigh and shift on the couch. "Miranda…you're avoiding my question. I'm going to get an answer from you, but I guess I kinda want to know why you thought I'd leave my job in the first place? Do you have so little faith in my ability?"
Miranda spun on her heel, looking Andrea squarely in the eye. "I know you to be extremely capable."
"Then why assume that I'd leave after six months?"
"You did it with Runway."
"This is different. This is--"
"A job you actually want."
"I did want my job as your assistant! But, come on, Miranda, give me a break. It's not easy to be your assistant. And I worked my ass off for you for absolutely no gratification at all. I didn't advance anywhere in my career. I studied to become a journalist. I couldn’t do that at Runway."
"Yes," Miranda replied, her tongue pressed firmly in her cheek. "And clearly journalism is working out so well for you."
"Did you come here to attack my career path? Because I don't deserve that, Miranda. I shouldn't have to justify why I chose to do this for a living."
"No. I apologize."
Andrea's face softened immediately. Hmm. Miranda had never been keen on apologies and rarely gave them. Once again, she was going against everything she'd stood for in her attempt to keep Andrea at arm's length.
"Look. I am happy where I am, despite the shitty hours and the lackluster stories I write. I'm making a difference where I am. What kind of a difference could I have made as your assistant?" She shrugged helplessly, appealing to Miranda's sense.
Miranda opened her mouth, her reinforcement of just how essential Andrea was to her ready on her tongue, but closed it just as quickly.
"Did you come here to ask me back to the magazine?"
"No. I would never beg an assistant to return to my employ. You of all people should understand that by now."
"But I don't, Miranda. I don't know you at all."
The words stung more than Miranda had anticipated. "Not many do." She heard Andrea stand and she held her breath as the younger woman came to stand beside her. Her heart beat faster.
"You don't want me to come back. You don't want me to leave either." Andrea sighed, reaching out tentatively to gently touch Miranda's arm. Miranda jolted at the touch and looked at Andrea's concerned eyes. "You don't know what you want, do you?"
Miranda licked her lips. "No. No, I don't."
Andrea frowned, her bottom lip puckering out. The act was so appealing that Miranda had to force herself to look away before catching the lip between her teeth.
"You are a very talented woman, Andrea. I didn't intend to scare you off when I told you that I see myself in you."
"You did."
"Because of Nigel."
"Yes. And because -- ugh, don't take this the wrong way, but parts of you scare me."
Miranda's eyes widened and she turned, slowly returning to the sofa. "What parts are those?"
Andrea looked expressly uncomfortable at the question and rubbed at her neck with both hands, the sweater rising slightly on her thighs. Miranda watched the rise and fall of the wool before she looked back at Andrea, who observed her intently. She returned to the couch and sat on the arm. "You're sort of a big deal, Miranda. I'd kill to have half of what you have. But in Paris…the whole Nigel thing threw me. I thought I was starting to see you for who you are and, I don't know, understand you I guess, especially after that night in your hotel room…and it seemed like parts of you came out that I didn't know where there. It was like you weren't really who I imagined you to be and I didn't know you at all."
Miranda nodded dully, looking at the cat with the large, expressive eyes.
"I offended you, didn't I? No, Miranda, I-- I just felt like I was becoming that same sort of person, you know? I changed and not many people seemed to recognize me and I guess I just didn't want to let it continue. I wanted to be me again."
"People do what they must to survive, especially in an instance of desperation."
"I…I know that. I get that you threw Nigel under the bus because you needed to save your job. And I know why you did it. You need Runway and Runway needs you." Andrea readjusted her sock, snapping the elastic. "I left because I had to. I didn't want to turn into someone unrecognizable."
"I saw you. I still do."
Pink tinged Andrea's cheeks. "Maybe you do. I don't. That's why I left. I needed to, I dunno, find myself. I'm still looking."
"I see you," Miranda repeated, staring at her intently.
"You see what though?" Andrea stood and paced beside the couch. "You said you saw yourself in me. I can't for the life of me figure out what it is. You're this total rockstar and I'm just…me. I'm just lost, overwhelmed Andy Sachs."
"You're lost even though you left for the purpose of finding yourself?"
"I never said it made any sense." Andrea sat down again, drawing her knees in close.
Miranda was extremely aware of the lack of coverage on Andrea's thighs and caught a glimpse of zebra print. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. "I think you know who you are."
"Why is that?"
"You're a bright woman. You're going through a transitional phase in your life and you're overwhelmed at starting at the bottom. You have to begin at the bottom before you can reach the top. So, you adapt. You endure."
Andrea chuckled sadly to herself. "So, what? You flew all the way out here at some cryptic hint of Nigel's for the purpose of being my life coach?"
"I'm not entirely sure why I'm here."
"You implied that you wanted to see me succeed at The Mirror instead of running away."
"Yes. Superficially, anyway."
"Miranda?"
Miranda's lips parted. She exhaled and looked away.
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Evasive Miranda was extremely perplexing. Domineering Miranda, Angry Miranda, Vague Miranda - Andy had seen most sides of the woman's disposition and had dealt with each accordingly, but this was completely confusing.
"Okay…so, there's another reason you're here. Right?" When Miranda didn't answer, Andy repositioned on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. "Did I do something to upset you?"
"You left."
Andy bit her inner cheek, completely flabbergasted that it had impacted Miranda as greatly as it did. "Look, Miranda…I'm really sorry about leaving the way that I did. It was completely unprofessional. It was childish. I could have at least given you notice, or I could have waited until I got back to New York…"
"It's more complicated than that, Andrea."
"Can you explain it to me then? Miranda…as much as I would seriously love it, I can't read your mind."
The expression on the older woman's face changed quickly from annoyance to resolve. "Haven't you learned yet?" The corner of her mouth turned up in a wry half smile.
"Miranda Priestly, did you just crack a joke?"
Miranda shrugged nonchalantly and Andy laughed. "I'm full of surprises," Miranda muttered.
"I guess so!" Andy laughed, relaxing a little into the couch. She shook her head, disbelieving the surreal turn of her vacation. "I never thought that when we met again that it would be in the house I grew up in."
"You wanted us to meet again?"
Andy face burned and she looked away. "I always thought it might happen. I mean, we saw each other that day outside of Elias-Clarke. I guess I assumed it would happen sooner or later."
Miranda nodded but said nothing and Andy frowned.
"Didn't you? Think about it, I mean."
"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, I did."
Andy's stomach tightened and she felt a hard clench between her thighs. "And what did you imagine?"
Miranda shook her head as she slumped back against the couch. "I imagined having a plan." Her eyes flickered over Andy's frame. "I also imagined that you'd be wearing pants."
Andy's face burned excruciatingly. She tugged at her sweater and curled her legs further beneath her. "You know, when Miranda Priestly shows up at your door out of the blue while you're on vacation, your clothes are not the first thing on your mind."
Miranda snorted. "Most of the population would disagree with you there, Andrea."
"I guess I'm just a special exception."
"Indeed."
Andy laughed sardonically. "You know, I don't get it. I'm sitting here in a baggy, hand-made sweater and knee socks and you're all neat and composed in an outfit that probably costs more than I make in a month, and I'm completely comfortable around you. Maybe you don't have the same hold on me as you used to." Ha. Big fat lie.
"Don't sound so disappointed."
"I'm not. Believe me, I'm not. It's sort of nice to be able to have a conversation with you without feeling the pressure to say what you want to hear or anticipate your response. It's freeing."
Miranda's hands fidgeted in her lap, swirling her rings around her fingers. She caught Andy studying her and immediately stilled her movements. "That's lucky for you. Now that I'm here, I don't know what to say."
"You were comfortable talking to me once. There's obviously something you came here to say to me." Andy tilted her head, searching for any sign on Miranda's features to indicate what was running through the woman's mind. She looked painfully conflicted. "Come on, Miranda. You know you want to."
Miranda smiled faintly and looked again at Andy, her mouth twitching as if she were rolling her words around her tongue. "I…" Her words trailed off as the cat jumped onto the couch, nuzzling her head against Miranda's leg before looking pointedly at Andy and mewling loudly.
Andy giggled. "Someone's hungry after her great, daring escape, huh?" She glanced at Miranda. "You're not allergic, are you?"
"No."
"I am sorry about your coat," she added sheepishly, stroking the cat's back. "And thank you again for catching her. I'm sort of attached…I don't know what I'd have done if she got away."
"I'm glad I was there."
"Miranda Priestly saves the day!" she cheered to the cat, tracing her finger over several large gray spots on the cat's white fur.
Miranda rolled her eyes and grazed her knuckles against the cat's side. "What's her name?"
"Lady Macbeth."
"A Shakespeare fan, are we?"
"I'm an English nerd. Come on. Someday I'm going to have one of those huge sprawling "Beauty and the Beast" libraries with the rolling ladders and everything…"
Miranda's breath hitched slightly but before Andy could question it, she said, "I suppose you watch that with your nieces?"
Andy blushed. "Oh, for sure. Yup. Totally."
Miranda snorted and scratched behind the cat's ears. "'Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood…'"
Andy's stomach knotted, a violent jolt setting her alight with desire. "'Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers'" She giggled. "Who knew I named my cat after you?"
The older woman rolled her eyes.
"Miranda Priestly quoteth the Bard. Wow."
"I took a few English classes in my day."
Andy shivered uncontrollably, laying the flat of her palm against the cat's back. "Did you?"
"Yes."
Miranda's knuckles brushed against Andy's fingertips. Both women gasped. Andy passed her index finger over Miranda's hand, her breath held tightly in her chest. Miranda's hand slid beneath Andy's and Andy gently scratched her fingernails over the impossibly smooth ivory flesh.
Her skin felt like it was on fire. As her thumb stroked against Miranda, she found herself choking back a soft moan. Her eyes widened and she looked at Miranda, who stared back, her cheeks flushed.
Andy pulled her hand away. "Well, I should make sure Lady Mac has some food before she tries to get out again, huh?" She bolted off the couch, clutching the cat in her arms. "Do you want anything from the kitchen? Tea? Wine? A sandwich?" Miranda licked her lips and shook her head, avoiding Andy's gaze. "No? Okay. Right. Well, I'll be back in a flash."
Andy scurried out of the room, her mouth agape.
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Miranda leaned forward, resting her elbows against her knees and placing her head in her hands. Her heart pounded so hard and so fast in her chest that she felt faint. What was that?
Miranda laughed bitterly to herself, standing to pace around the room as she agitatedly collected her thoughts. She felt such an extreme sense of dislocation. She had no idea what was happening. She'd been pushed and pulled by Andrea throughout the entire span of their knowing each other and now was no different.
She felt unhinged. She felt as though she were slipping into madness, all because of Andrea Sachs.
It was infuriating.
It was enthralling.
She stalled her pacing, watching as Andrea returned to the living room. Her eyes were large and dark-- darker than usual, filled with something that Miranda didn't recognize-- her mouth was parted and her lips moist.
"Sorry. You know, gotta feed the pets…"
Miranda stepped closer, her heart pounding mercilessly. It was deafening. Andrea's eyelids fluttered.
"Uuh…yea, Lady Macbeth…she's, you know, really tiny, but that cat can pack it away. You--you'd be surprised--ooh."
As Miranda closed the gap between them, Andrea's muttering culminated in a surprised gasp. She touched her fingertips to Andrea's chin.
"Are--are you coming on to me, Miranda?"
Miranda tilted Andrea's chin, lifting her mouth painfully close to Miranda's. Miranda's lips brushed carefully against Andrea's, passing back and forth as she drew out a strangled moan from the younger woman's lips. She pecked lightly, the force of her kiss barely distinguishable, before whispering, "Yes."
Andrea's lips mumbled Miranda's name before kissing her back, gently, softly, caressing her unbelievably soft lips against Miranda's. Their noses touched, nuzzling, as their small kisses continued. Miranda's hands dropped to Andrea's waist, holding her as if frightened that she'd run away.
Andrea didn't run. Her arms curled around Miranda's neck and, oh sweet lord above, she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. When her tongue unfurled against Andrea's, stroking lingeringly against the younger woman's hot, wet mouth, Andrea moaned.
Miranda's knees buckled at the sound, the low cadence resonating directly between her thighs, and she nudged Andrea backwards, walking them several steps until Andrea's back was pressed firmly against the wall.
"Oh god, Miranda…" Andrea pressed her lips to Miranda's pulse, her teeth raking gently but firm enough to send a gush of moisture between her thighs. Andrea's fingers scratched at the back of her neck, tangling in her hair.
The first contact of the younger woman's fingers against her scalp forced a groan out of Miranda's mouth. Her own hands pressed against Andrea's stomach, stroking her through the wool of the sweater. She shifted her hips against the younger woman's, her head spinning as the hot, firm body against hers surged up to make contact.
Miranda tilted her head, allowing Andrea better access to her neck. Her nipples tightened as she Andrea licked and sucked. "Ooh…Andrea…I've…wanted…this…"
"Oh my god, me too. You have no idea," Andrea whimpered as she slid her hands down Miranda's back, pulling at the tie on Miranda's blouse.
"I have a very--ooh--good idea," Miranda retorted, hissing as Andrea's hands snuck beneath her blouse and grabbed at her waist, pulling Miranda's body closer against her own.
Miranda breathed heavily, covering Andrea's mouth once more with her own. She kissed her greedily, savoring every slip of tongue and stroke of lip and nip of teeth. Miranda's hands pulled up Andrea's sweater, stealing beneath and grazing against the smooth planes of her stomach. One hand slid over the slope of her thigh, squeezing at the round curve of Andrea's ass, while the other slipped beneath a thin, filmy tank top, her fingertips stroking at the swell of a breast.
Andrea broke the kiss and moaned loudly, her head dropping back against the wall. Miranda used the opportunity to kiss her throat, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses against the alabaster flesh. Andrea whimpered, arching her hips against Miranda's. Miranda lifted Andrea's thigh, stepping in between her legs and grinding up against her. They moaned in unison as their bodies rocked against each other; Andrea's leg hooked at Miranda's hip.
The position forced Andrea's hands back up to Miranda's shoulders and she threaded her fingers into Miranda's silver hair. Miranda bit Andrea's earlobe before suckling at the sensitive spot behind her ear as her hand cupped Andrea's breast. Andrea screamed, arching her back and whimpering her approval as Miranda's fingers pinched and pulled at her pebbled nipple.
"Oooh, please Miranda…please."
Miranda's head spun as she rolled Andrea's nipple against her palm. This, she decided, was simply not enough, and she pulled back enough to grab fistfuls of sweater and tugged it over Andrea's head, throwing it behind her. She glanced down at the sight of Andrea's breasts covered in a white tank top trimmed in lace. Miranda swore under her breath before lowering her mouth to one cloth-encased nipple, smearing her lipstick against the fabric as she sucked at Andrea's breast.
Andy shrieked, tugging at Miranda's hair as she thumped her head back against the wall. Miranda hissed and grabbed the fabric between her teeth, pulling it down to gain access to Andrea's breast. She nuzzled her nose against the taut, dark pink nub, inhaling the heady scent of lavender and citrus on Andrea's flesh. She fastened her lips around Andrea's nipple, laving her tongue against it and sucking hard at each moan that passed Andrea's lips.
"Oh fuck…Uuuhn...Oh, Miranda…pl-please…please…"
Miranda entertained the notion of drawing this out; what would she think later of having fucked her former assistant against the wall? Thoughts didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Miranda's hand coming between them and cupping Andrea's sex through her panties. All that was important in this moment was the perfectly formed "O" of Andrea's plump lips as Miranda's fingers unceremoniously slipped inside the fabric, her fingertips brushing against scorching heat.
"Yes…please…don't stop!"
As if Miranda would--could--stop. As the first pass of her long fingers over velvety folds, Miranda was addicted.
Andrea squirmed against her hand and Miranda, though slightly uncomfortable at the lack of experience in touching another woman, gave her what she so clearly wanted. Her fingers stroked Andrea's engorged clit, circling it and grazing it with varying degrees of pressure. Andrea moaned her name.
Miranda bit at Andrea's nipple before releasing it, standing tall to watch as pleasure shook Andrea's entire frame. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed. The image of her completely exposed - one breast uncovered and her legs parted - nearly suffocated Miranda. She let out a harsh breath and slipped a finger inside of Andrea's tight entrance.
The younger woman was so slick that she passed through with ease and Andrea bucked against her, crying out as she pleaded for more. Miranda promptly complied, a second finger gliding in effortlessly. She was so tight, so hot; Miranda's sex throbbed in need.
She ignored her own want, drunk with an urgency to see Andrea gripped in passion. She drove her fingers in, curling inside her and sliding out before roughly thrusting in once more. Andrea begged her to go faster, harder, and Miranda could do nothing but exactly as Andrea asked, thrusting her fingers until her wrist ached.
Claiming Andrea's mouth, Miranda kissed her, moaning as Andrea sank lower, taking Miranda as deep as she could. Though Miranda longed to return to Andrea's pert, delicious nipple, she gripped her free hand at Andrea's hip, anchoring the girl as she fucked her with everything she had. Andrea cried out incoherently, her walls beginning to clench around Miranda's fingers, and then Miranda pressed her thumb to Andrea's clit.
Andrea came, shuddering so hard that Miranda had to pin her to the wall to keep her upright. Miranda watched Andrea's face as she bit her lip, watched her stomach muscles contracting and her legs shake. It was intoxicating.
As the constricting of Andrea's sex began to subside, Miranda slowly pulled her fingers out. Andrea sighed and opened her eyes, blinking several times as she focused on Miranda's face.
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Miranda Priestly just fucked Andy against the wall in her parents' living room.
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as the colors and flashes of light began to fade from her vision, allowing her to focus on the face of the woman who was responsible for the greatest orgasm she'd ever had.
Miranda's cheeks were red, her blue eyes dark and intense. She looked almost surprised.
Andy smiled and kissed her.
The ability to kiss Miranda Priestly was completely invigorating. Though her body felt like jelly, Andy felt unable to bask in her afterglow. She lowered her leg, sliding it down Miranda's. She cupped Miranda's face as she kissed her, stroking her tongue slowly against her lips.
Andy nipped at Miranda's bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth. Miranda gasped. Andy's body tingled pleasantly at the sound. She pushed Miranda gently, using the newly granted space between them to pull Miranda's shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Miranda's breasts covered in a lacy black La Perla bra. Miranda's erratic breathing caused her flushed breasts to swell against the lace. The older woman stood, unabashed, allowing Andy to look her fill as her fingers deftly undid the button of her pants. She unzipped them slowly and Andy's eyes followed the path of the grinding teeth, gasping as she eyed a flash of black lace.
Andy blinked, committing the image to memory before she surged forward, pressing hot kisses against the V between Miranda's breasts. She heard Miranda issue a strangled cry as she cupped the back of Andy's head, her fingers pressing against her scalp. Andy's hands fumbled with the hook of Miranda's bra as she bit at Miranda's nipple through the lace, worrying her tongue against the pebbled bud. Miranda sighed, crying out when Andy grasped it between her teeth and tugged.
Andy grinned when Miranda slapped her hands away, her own nimble fingers adeptly unclasping the bra. Andy allowed herself the pleasure of sliding it down her arms, dropping it to the floor as she stared at the perfect swells of flesh presented to her. "You're gorgeous," Andy said, her hands gently cupping Miranda's breasts. She stroked them soothingly, her thumbs caressing against the puckered nipples with a gentle rhythm that betrayed the frenzied passion building within her.
"So, so beautiful," she mumbled, walking Miranda backwards until her knees hit the couch. Andy hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants and underwear, drawing them ever so slowly down Miranda's legs. Though Andy had desperately yearned to see the swirls of lace covering Miranda's modesty, she could not overpower her need to see Miranda stripped bare. No designer clothes. No perfectly manufactured persona. Just Miranda.
Andy knelt, helping Miranda step out of her clothes. Once discarded, Andy slid her hands over the finely sculpted calves and toned thighs that she had often stared at. Now they were hers--for however long Miranda wanted her to have them--and she was in no hurry to waste the gift she'd been given. "I used to dream about your legs," Andy whispered, placing soft kisses along Miranda's knees. She inhaled the musky aroma of Miranda's sex and expelled a groan. "I used to think of them wrapped around me." She glanced up, watching Miranda's face as it reflected the depth of her want. She'd never seen Miranda look so beautiful.
"Lay on the couch."
To Andy's surprise, Miranda obeyed, stretching her long, sinewy body against the plush cushions of the sofa. She blushed furiously; she'd never be able to sit on this couch without thinking of Miranda.
Andy stood, slipping her boyshorts over her thighs. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, watching Miranda's eyes focus on every move she made. She bent to remove her socks but Miranda shook her head. Andy grinned.
As Miranda reached out her hand to beckon Andy forward, Andy straddled her, settling her hips against Miranda's. Both women sighed at the contact of flesh against warm flesh. Miranda's hands stroked along her thighs, her eyes fixed on Andy's. Andy licked her lips and slowly pulled her camisole over her head.
"Exquisite," Miranda sighed, her hands coming once more to Andy's breasts. Andy mimicked Miranda's movements, cupping the older woman's breasts and squeezing them gently.
Andy imagined the picture they made--two women groping and caressing and rocking their hips slowly against each other. She groaned, swiveling her hips against Miranda's, coating her with her ever-wet arousal.
She bent, pressing her mouth to Miranda's and kissing her with a year's worth of longing and need and adoration. Miranda moaned into her mouth, her hands sliding into Andy's hair once more. Their breasts pressed together and Andy twisted her torso, stroking her nipples against Miranda's at an agonizingly slow pace. She noted the force of Miranda's exhalations against her cheek and guessed that she might be drawing closer to her climax. Wow. Miranda Priestly had orgasms. Miranda Priestly had orgasms because of her and the very notion forced Andy's hand between Miranda's legs.
Miranda shrieked as Andy's fingers slid into the wetness, searching out every sensitive fold. Miranda's hips squirmed and she closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the arm of the couch.
Andy swallowed and bent once more, taking Miranda's nipple into her mouth while her fingers teased at her entrance. Andy had no idea what she was doing. She'd never touched another woman like this before and felt completely inadequate, but Miranda's sighs proved nothing but her enjoyment. Motivated, Andy ground the heel of her hand against Miranda's clit.
Miranda bucked and shifted, repositioning her legs to hook over Andy's hips so that they were spread wider. Andy whimpered, images of countless fantasies assailing her. But this wasn't a fantasy. This was reality. This was Miranda fucking Priestly on her couch looking as though she might pass out from her need to get off.
Dizzy, Andy sucked and teased Miranda's breasts, alternating between the two as her fingers sought her clit, stroking and teasing the spot with no apparent pattern.
Miranda moaned and sighed and rocked her hips into Andy's hand, arching her back as she pressed her breasts further into Andy's mouth. Andy gave everything she had, sucking until her jaw hurt and twisting her fingers until her wrist burned. She didn't care. She could be fucked into a coma and it wouldn't matter because she was doing this to Miranda Priestly and--
Miranda's entire body shook, her cries loud and frenzied as her clit pulsed harshly against her fingers. Her nipple popped out from between Andy's lips as she sat up, watching Miranda as she came with an explosive surge of her body. She moaned, uttering things like "Yes" and "Oh God" and "Ahn-dray-oooooh!"
Andy sat, staring fixedly, until Miranda pushed her hand away. The other woman slumped against the couch, throwing an arm over her face as she caught her breath. Andy traced little patterns on Miranda's stomach for several moments while Miranda recollected herself; when she kept her face covered, Andy reached for her hand.
"No hiding."
Miranda blinked.
"C'mon. I've got a bed." Andy stood up and tugged Miranda's arm. To her delight, Miranda followed.
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Miranda clutched the flannel sheet to her chest and sat up against the pillow, glancing around the room. A few certificates were framed on the beige walls beside an endless array of books. There was a montage of black and white photographs beside a large desk that held a desktop computer and a collection of files.
It was surprisingly bare. For the room that Andrea Sachs grew up in, it was very…mature. Miranda had half expected posters or stuffed animals or photos of friends - something to reflect the persona that she imagined Andrea to have. This room conveyed the very depth of Andrea. It was everything Miranda didn't know and she hated it.
She had just shared an incredibly intimate act with someone that she was essentially incompatible with. She knew nothing about her. She slept in flannel sheets for Christ's sake.
Miranda rolled her eyes and allowed her head to hit the slatted wooden bed frame, sighing. What was she doing?
How the hell was she supposed to know if this was wrong?
Andrea entered the room then, carrying two glasses of water. "It's not exactly Pellegrino and I didn't have any lemon slices, but it's the best I could do." She handed Miranda the glass and sat on the bed, legs crossed. She was still completely nude save for the socks. Miranda smiled into her glass and felt immediately warm.
Andrea cupped her hands around the glass and tilted her head, looking intently at Miranda. "Penny for your thoughts."
Miranda gave a weak smile before taking another sip of her water. She placed the cup on the nightstand. "This isn't what I pictured your bedroom to look like."
"You pictured my bedroom?" Andrea grinned. Miranda rolled her eyes. Andrea giggled and leaned over Miranda to place her glass beside hers. She paused over Miranda, kissing her softly before settling beside her beneath the blanket. "It's a little different from my apartment. My apartment is more like me. My dad has sort of taken over the room as his office now that I'm gone. The photographs are mine from a few photo courses I took in college, and the books are mine of course. I used to have a few paintings but my parents have apparently taken them down."
"What sorts of paintings?"
"I had a great Georgia O'Keefe reprint that my older sister used to make fun of constantly. She said it looked like a vagina."
"Uninspired Philistine."
Andrea laughed. "I got all the artsy genes. My sister got all of the fertile ones."
"The so-called nieces?"
"I didn't make them up! They exist! I've got photos to prove it. I'll go--"
"Don't you dare get out of this bed," Miranda said, tugging the younger woman against her. "It's freezing."
"Do you want me to turn up the heat?"
"That would require you getting up."
"I'll keep you warm." Andrea shifted, tucking Miranda into her arms.
Miranda was not prone to cuddling. She was not particularly affectionate beyond what was necessary, but she allowed Andrea to pull her close. Rather than stiffen, she gave herself permission to relax against the warm body.
Andrea shifted, curling her body against Miranda's. She draped a leg over Miranda's hip and teased her fingers along her shoulders. Miranda shivered and looked past her, staring at a lamp in the corner of the room.
"Miranda?"
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?"
"Your eyes look sad. I can tell there's something going on."
Miranda blinked, her eyes burning with tears that she refused to shed. "Are they?"
Andrea cupped her cheek, running her thumb over her cheekbone. She tilted Miranda's head upward and looked at her. Her breath hitched. "Yes. Your eyes…oh, wow. They're gorgeous, Miranda. I've always loved your eyes. It's like…when you look at someone or something, that's all you see. It’s all that matters in the entire universe for even just a millisecond. But I've never seen them like this. Not even in Paris. Please…talk to me."
Miranda pursed her lips, staring up at the wall. No one had ever been able to read her so thoroughly. It was maddening. It was hopeful.
"I lost you once," Miranda said quietly. "I'm not prepared to lose you again."
Andrea let out a breath that she had been holding. "Why do you think you're going to lose me?"
"All logical and rational thinking suggests that this is a terrible idea. We barely know each other."
"Since when have we let rationality and logic run our lives?" Andrea said. "And I'd argue that we know each other better than you think."
"Don't be obstinate, Andrea. I'm serious."
"So am I."
Miranda pursed her lips.
"Look…this wasn't just about sex for me. There's something between us, Miranda…something I've never experienced with anyone else. It makes absolutely no sense because you were my boss and you drove me insane but…I feel drawn to you. I don't want to reduce this to just a one night stand and forget it ever happened." She paused. "Do you?"
Miranda looked at Andrea, studying her face. If what she said was true…
"No."
Andrea exhaled sharply. "Phew. You had me going there for a second." She leaned in and kissed Miranda. "You need to let go of whatever is freaking you out. It doesn't have to be this big terrifying thing. We…are attracted to each other. We know each other. We want the same things. What's so bad about moving forward from there?"
"It's not that simple, Andrea."
"No, but it is."
Miranda rolled her eyes and turned her head away, staring at the wall. This was exactly why she couldn't be with someone like Andrea…they'd never see eye to eye. They'd disagree about everything.
Andrea slid over Miranda's lap, straddling her and cupping her face. "It's not like we're getting married. It's not like when we get back to New York we'll be splashed all over the papers. We'll take it slow. We'll be quiet and we'll just…get to know each other. Enjoy each other's company. I can't think of anything I'd like more than to be with you."
Miranda felt a blush creep on her face.
Andrea giggled. "Except maybe blush. I think it's becoming one of my favorite things ever. Making you blush is my new hobby."
Miranda snorted and felt her resolve slipping as she looked into Andrea's sincere, hopeful visage.
There was no possible way that this could be wrong.
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Andy bent and placed a kiss to Miranda's forehead, hoping the action would help to slow the incessant pounding of her heart. The idea that this might turn out to be a singular occasion made Andy feel more lost than she had to begin with.
Miranda made her feel grounded. She felt like she had something to look forward to.
No. This couldn't end. Not if Andy had anything to say about it.
"Let go, Miranda," Andy said, kissing a slow path down Miranda's face. She placed wet kisses along Miranda's neck, pausing at her pulse and where her shoulder began. "You are so amazing." Andy licked along the slope of her collarbone. "I've wanted you for so long. I can't believe this is really happening."
She began to lavish Miranda's breasts, alternating between the two until they were red and glistening and heaving with each of Miranda's deep breaths. She hummed against a puckered nipple, rolling her tongue across each tiny fold in the pink flesh. She glanced up, grinning as she noticed that Miranda's misgivings were clearly overpowered by arousal.
Andy slipped beneath the flannel sheet, pulling it over her head as she kissed a trail down Miranda's abdomen and blew her breath against a neatly trimmed silver tuft of hair. Miranda sighed and tugged at the sheet, uncovering Andy's body as she knelt between her thighs.
"I thought you were cold?" Andy asked, grinning, as she nipped at Miranda's thigh.
"I seem to have warmed up considerably."
"Mmm…good." Andy switched between thighs, kissing and sucking until Miranda's legs shook and her hips arched.
"Miranda?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you trust me?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I need to know," Andy swiped her tongue along Miranda's slit, rolling her juices around her mouth, "that you trust me."
"I trust you…"
"Are you just saying that because I'm about to eat you out?" She flicked her tongue across Miranda's clit.
Miranda moaned.
"It's really important to me that you trust me." Lick. "That's the most important element of a new relationship…"
"R--rel--what?"
"I want to try this with you, Miranda," Andy mumbled, spreading Miranda wide with her fingers. "I think you want to try this too or you wouldn't have come all the way out here."
"Mmm…ooh!" Miranda's hips jerked harshly, her legs trembling.
"Are you close?"
"Yesss…"
"Don't come."
"I can't--"
"You mustn't. Please. Don't come."
Miranda exhaled sharply through her nose as her hands clenched around fistfuls of flannel.
"Put your faith in me, Miranda." She swirled her tongue around her clit. "I don't have a whole hell of a lot to offer but I want you." She fasted her lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves, licking hard.
Miranda cried out, her entire body jerking as she fought her orgasm. Andy was surprised; she'd half expected Miranda to come just for the purpose of reinstating her position of power.
"Trust me." She slipped two fingers into Miranda's tight entrance, catching her breath as Miranda hissed and swore. "Give us a chance."
"Yes…Yes I'll---ooh--please."
"Let go, Miranda." She curled her fingers, pressing them against Miranda's slick wetness. "Come for me now."
Once again, Miranda did as she was told. As soon as Andy passed her tongue over her clit, Miranda's body convulsed, undulating in long waves as she cried out Andy's name. Miranda clenched and pulsed around her, forgetting everything in that moment except for Andy.
When Miranda stilled, Andy resumed her place spooned up against Miranda. She gave Miranda a sloppy kiss.
"Aren't you quite the smooth talker?"
"Mmhmm," Andy beamed.
"You are aware that an orgasm doesn't solve all of the problems, right?"
"The only problem we seem to have is your over-analysis of the situation. Stop being Miranda Priestly and just be Miranda."
"We'll find our way together."
Andy beamed. "Yes."
---
"I heard Daddy telling Marie that he wants to use our violins for kindling," Caroline confided.
Miranda pursed her lips. "Is that so?"
"Yea," said Cassidy. "He doesn't know we heard him though."
"I see. Did you practice?"
"For hours!"
Miranda grinned. "Good girls."
"You're coming home tonight, right?"
"Yes. I'll be home in time to kiss you both goodnight."
The twins seemed pleased to hear this and, after several minutes, they disappeared to play their instruments outside of her ex-husband's office.
As Miranda hung up the phone, Andrea walked into the living room with her phone tucked against her ear. "No Mom, I didn't spend too much money rescheduling my flight….You just saw me a month ago! It's not the end of the world…you and dad just enjoy the rest of your ski trip, okay?"
Miranda watched as Andrea organized the coffee table. The younger woman paused and turned, taking Miranda's hand in her own as she went on to say, "Yes, I got exactly what I came home for."
Miranda's heart swelled as Andrea squeezed her hand. As her lover--the thought was so foreign and yet so comforting--wrapped up her phone call, Miranda sat back against the couch with a satisfied smile on her face. Her girls were happy. Her ex-husband was miserable.
Most importantly, she was happy.
---
Andy dropped her suitcase into the trunk, closing it with a resounding thud. Chewing on her lip, she glanced at the car and then back at the house. Something wasn't right.
Opening the passenger door, Andy said, "I forgot something. I need to run back in for just a sec."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "We have a flight to catch."
"It'll only take a minute." She leaned in, kissing Miranda deeply. As her tongue stroked against Miranda's, a pleasant shudder raced down her back. "Mmm. Back in a flash."
"Don't slip this time. You're running out of Disney princess bandaids."
"I've got a box in my purse."
"For the nieces?"
"Of course." Andy grinned, kissed Miranda once more, and ran back up to the house.
She kicked the door shut behind her, looking around. She frowned.
Lady Macbeth purred from the top of the stairs, looking down at Andy with her large eyes.
"There you are!" Andy took the stairs two at a time and sat on the one below where the cat lay. "I'm gonna miss you, you ol' bat. You gonna miss me?" The cat arched her back as Andy scratched. "I thought so. All right. I've got to run now. Miranda's waiting." Lady Macbeth meowed loudly. "Of course I don't know what I'm doing. But I'm happy…I feel like me again. Isn't that a pretty good place to start?" The cat stared. "Bye!" Andy kissed the top of the cat's head and ran down the stairs.
Miranda was waiting.
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The End!! Please please please comment, and have a Merry Christmas!
Part One...
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To say that Miranda was mortified would be an understatement. As she crossed the living room to stand at the large window, she couldn't help but feel incredibly foolish. A heave of anger flashed within her; what in God's name was she doing in Ohio? Andrea Sachs was responsible for making her feel every single emotion that she'd come to despise in the human character. She'd rejected those qualities years ago, believing that she'd evolved because she'd left behind such deplorable emotions as jealousy or yearning.
"I came here under the impression that I'd be dragging you back to New York, whether you came willingly or not," Miranda said blankly, staring at her reflection in the glass.
She heard Andrea sigh and shift on the couch. "Miranda…you're avoiding my question. I'm going to get an answer from you, but I guess I kinda want to know why you thought I'd leave my job in the first place? Do you have so little faith in my ability?"
Miranda spun on her heel, looking Andrea squarely in the eye. "I know you to be extremely capable."
"Then why assume that I'd leave after six months?"
"You did it with Runway."
"This is different. This is--"
"A job you actually want."
"I did want my job as your assistant! But, come on, Miranda, give me a break. It's not easy to be your assistant. And I worked my ass off for you for absolutely no gratification at all. I didn't advance anywhere in my career. I studied to become a journalist. I couldn’t do that at Runway."
"Yes," Miranda replied, her tongue pressed firmly in her cheek. "And clearly journalism is working out so well for you."
"Did you come here to attack my career path? Because I don't deserve that, Miranda. I shouldn't have to justify why I chose to do this for a living."
"No. I apologize."
Andrea's face softened immediately. Hmm. Miranda had never been keen on apologies and rarely gave them. Once again, she was going against everything she'd stood for in her attempt to keep Andrea at arm's length.
"Look. I am happy where I am, despite the shitty hours and the lackluster stories I write. I'm making a difference where I am. What kind of a difference could I have made as your assistant?" She shrugged helplessly, appealing to Miranda's sense.
Miranda opened her mouth, her reinforcement of just how essential Andrea was to her ready on her tongue, but closed it just as quickly.
"Did you come here to ask me back to the magazine?"
"No. I would never beg an assistant to return to my employ. You of all people should understand that by now."
"But I don't, Miranda. I don't know you at all."
The words stung more than Miranda had anticipated. "Not many do." She heard Andrea stand and she held her breath as the younger woman came to stand beside her. Her heart beat faster.
"You don't want me to come back. You don't want me to leave either." Andrea sighed, reaching out tentatively to gently touch Miranda's arm. Miranda jolted at the touch and looked at Andrea's concerned eyes. "You don't know what you want, do you?"
Miranda licked her lips. "No. No, I don't."
Andrea frowned, her bottom lip puckering out. The act was so appealing that Miranda had to force herself to look away before catching the lip between her teeth.
"You are a very talented woman, Andrea. I didn't intend to scare you off when I told you that I see myself in you."
"You did."
"Because of Nigel."
"Yes. And because -- ugh, don't take this the wrong way, but parts of you scare me."
Miranda's eyes widened and she turned, slowly returning to the sofa. "What parts are those?"
Andrea looked expressly uncomfortable at the question and rubbed at her neck with both hands, the sweater rising slightly on her thighs. Miranda watched the rise and fall of the wool before she looked back at Andrea, who observed her intently. She returned to the couch and sat on the arm. "You're sort of a big deal, Miranda. I'd kill to have half of what you have. But in Paris…the whole Nigel thing threw me. I thought I was starting to see you for who you are and, I don't know, understand you I guess, especially after that night in your hotel room…and it seemed like parts of you came out that I didn't know where there. It was like you weren't really who I imagined you to be and I didn't know you at all."
Miranda nodded dully, looking at the cat with the large, expressive eyes.
"I offended you, didn't I? No, Miranda, I-- I just felt like I was becoming that same sort of person, you know? I changed and not many people seemed to recognize me and I guess I just didn't want to let it continue. I wanted to be me again."
"People do what they must to survive, especially in an instance of desperation."
"I…I know that. I get that you threw Nigel under the bus because you needed to save your job. And I know why you did it. You need Runway and Runway needs you." Andrea readjusted her sock, snapping the elastic. "I left because I had to. I didn't want to turn into someone unrecognizable."
"I saw you. I still do."
Pink tinged Andrea's cheeks. "Maybe you do. I don't. That's why I left. I needed to, I dunno, find myself. I'm still looking."
"I see you," Miranda repeated, staring at her intently.
"You see what though?" Andrea stood and paced beside the couch. "You said you saw yourself in me. I can't for the life of me figure out what it is. You're this total rockstar and I'm just…me. I'm just lost, overwhelmed Andy Sachs."
"You're lost even though you left for the purpose of finding yourself?"
"I never said it made any sense." Andrea sat down again, drawing her knees in close.
Miranda was extremely aware of the lack of coverage on Andrea's thighs and caught a glimpse of zebra print. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. "I think you know who you are."
"Why is that?"
"You're a bright woman. You're going through a transitional phase in your life and you're overwhelmed at starting at the bottom. You have to begin at the bottom before you can reach the top. So, you adapt. You endure."
Andrea chuckled sadly to herself. "So, what? You flew all the way out here at some cryptic hint of Nigel's for the purpose of being my life coach?"
"I'm not entirely sure why I'm here."
"You implied that you wanted to see me succeed at The Mirror instead of running away."
"Yes. Superficially, anyway."
"Miranda?"
Miranda's lips parted. She exhaled and looked away.
---
Evasive Miranda was extremely perplexing. Domineering Miranda, Angry Miranda, Vague Miranda - Andy had seen most sides of the woman's disposition and had dealt with each accordingly, but this was completely confusing.
"Okay…so, there's another reason you're here. Right?" When Miranda didn't answer, Andy repositioned on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. "Did I do something to upset you?"
"You left."
Andy bit her inner cheek, completely flabbergasted that it had impacted Miranda as greatly as it did. "Look, Miranda…I'm really sorry about leaving the way that I did. It was completely unprofessional. It was childish. I could have at least given you notice, or I could have waited until I got back to New York…"
"It's more complicated than that, Andrea."
"Can you explain it to me then? Miranda…as much as I would seriously love it, I can't read your mind."
The expression on the older woman's face changed quickly from annoyance to resolve. "Haven't you learned yet?" The corner of her mouth turned up in a wry half smile.
"Miranda Priestly, did you just crack a joke?"
Miranda shrugged nonchalantly and Andy laughed. "I'm full of surprises," Miranda muttered.
"I guess so!" Andy laughed, relaxing a little into the couch. She shook her head, disbelieving the surreal turn of her vacation. "I never thought that when we met again that it would be in the house I grew up in."
"You wanted us to meet again?"
Andy face burned and she looked away. "I always thought it might happen. I mean, we saw each other that day outside of Elias-Clarke. I guess I assumed it would happen sooner or later."
Miranda nodded but said nothing and Andy frowned.
"Didn't you? Think about it, I mean."
"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, I did."
Andy's stomach tightened and she felt a hard clench between her thighs. "And what did you imagine?"
Miranda shook her head as she slumped back against the couch. "I imagined having a plan." Her eyes flickered over Andy's frame. "I also imagined that you'd be wearing pants."
Andy's face burned excruciatingly. She tugged at her sweater and curled her legs further beneath her. "You know, when Miranda Priestly shows up at your door out of the blue while you're on vacation, your clothes are not the first thing on your mind."
Miranda snorted. "Most of the population would disagree with you there, Andrea."
"I guess I'm just a special exception."
"Indeed."
Andy laughed sardonically. "You know, I don't get it. I'm sitting here in a baggy, hand-made sweater and knee socks and you're all neat and composed in an outfit that probably costs more than I make in a month, and I'm completely comfortable around you. Maybe you don't have the same hold on me as you used to." Ha. Big fat lie.
"Don't sound so disappointed."
"I'm not. Believe me, I'm not. It's sort of nice to be able to have a conversation with you without feeling the pressure to say what you want to hear or anticipate your response. It's freeing."
Miranda's hands fidgeted in her lap, swirling her rings around her fingers. She caught Andy studying her and immediately stilled her movements. "That's lucky for you. Now that I'm here, I don't know what to say."
"You were comfortable talking to me once. There's obviously something you came here to say to me." Andy tilted her head, searching for any sign on Miranda's features to indicate what was running through the woman's mind. She looked painfully conflicted. "Come on, Miranda. You know you want to."
Miranda smiled faintly and looked again at Andy, her mouth twitching as if she were rolling her words around her tongue. "I…" Her words trailed off as the cat jumped onto the couch, nuzzling her head against Miranda's leg before looking pointedly at Andy and mewling loudly.
Andy giggled. "Someone's hungry after her great, daring escape, huh?" She glanced at Miranda. "You're not allergic, are you?"
"No."
"I am sorry about your coat," she added sheepishly, stroking the cat's back. "And thank you again for catching her. I'm sort of attached…I don't know what I'd have done if she got away."
"I'm glad I was there."
"Miranda Priestly saves the day!" she cheered to the cat, tracing her finger over several large gray spots on the cat's white fur.
Miranda rolled her eyes and grazed her knuckles against the cat's side. "What's her name?"
"Lady Macbeth."
"A Shakespeare fan, are we?"
"I'm an English nerd. Come on. Someday I'm going to have one of those huge sprawling "Beauty and the Beast" libraries with the rolling ladders and everything…"
Miranda's breath hitched slightly but before Andy could question it, she said, "I suppose you watch that with your nieces?"
Andy blushed. "Oh, for sure. Yup. Totally."
Miranda snorted and scratched behind the cat's ears. "'Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood…'"
Andy's stomach knotted, a violent jolt setting her alight with desire. "'Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers'" She giggled. "Who knew I named my cat after you?"
The older woman rolled her eyes.
"Miranda Priestly quoteth the Bard. Wow."
"I took a few English classes in my day."
Andy shivered uncontrollably, laying the flat of her palm against the cat's back. "Did you?"
"Yes."
Miranda's knuckles brushed against Andy's fingertips. Both women gasped. Andy passed her index finger over Miranda's hand, her breath held tightly in her chest. Miranda's hand slid beneath Andy's and Andy gently scratched her fingernails over the impossibly smooth ivory flesh.
Her skin felt like it was on fire. As her thumb stroked against Miranda, she found herself choking back a soft moan. Her eyes widened and she looked at Miranda, who stared back, her cheeks flushed.
Andy pulled her hand away. "Well, I should make sure Lady Mac has some food before she tries to get out again, huh?" She bolted off the couch, clutching the cat in her arms. "Do you want anything from the kitchen? Tea? Wine? A sandwich?" Miranda licked her lips and shook her head, avoiding Andy's gaze. "No? Okay. Right. Well, I'll be back in a flash."
Andy scurried out of the room, her mouth agape.
---
Miranda leaned forward, resting her elbows against her knees and placing her head in her hands. Her heart pounded so hard and so fast in her chest that she felt faint. What was that?
Miranda laughed bitterly to herself, standing to pace around the room as she agitatedly collected her thoughts. She felt such an extreme sense of dislocation. She had no idea what was happening. She'd been pushed and pulled by Andrea throughout the entire span of their knowing each other and now was no different.
She felt unhinged. She felt as though she were slipping into madness, all because of Andrea Sachs.
It was infuriating.
It was enthralling.
She stalled her pacing, watching as Andrea returned to the living room. Her eyes were large and dark-- darker than usual, filled with something that Miranda didn't recognize-- her mouth was parted and her lips moist.
"Sorry. You know, gotta feed the pets…"
Miranda stepped closer, her heart pounding mercilessly. It was deafening. Andrea's eyelids fluttered.
"Uuh…yea, Lady Macbeth…she's, you know, really tiny, but that cat can pack it away. You--you'd be surprised--ooh."
As Miranda closed the gap between them, Andrea's muttering culminated in a surprised gasp. She touched her fingertips to Andrea's chin.
"Are--are you coming on to me, Miranda?"
Miranda tilted Andrea's chin, lifting her mouth painfully close to Miranda's. Miranda's lips brushed carefully against Andrea's, passing back and forth as she drew out a strangled moan from the younger woman's lips. She pecked lightly, the force of her kiss barely distinguishable, before whispering, "Yes."
Andrea's lips mumbled Miranda's name before kissing her back, gently, softly, caressing her unbelievably soft lips against Miranda's. Their noses touched, nuzzling, as their small kisses continued. Miranda's hands dropped to Andrea's waist, holding her as if frightened that she'd run away.
Andrea didn't run. Her arms curled around Miranda's neck and, oh sweet lord above, she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. When her tongue unfurled against Andrea's, stroking lingeringly against the younger woman's hot, wet mouth, Andrea moaned.
Miranda's knees buckled at the sound, the low cadence resonating directly between her thighs, and she nudged Andrea backwards, walking them several steps until Andrea's back was pressed firmly against the wall.
"Oh god, Miranda…" Andrea pressed her lips to Miranda's pulse, her teeth raking gently but firm enough to send a gush of moisture between her thighs. Andrea's fingers scratched at the back of her neck, tangling in her hair.
The first contact of the younger woman's fingers against her scalp forced a groan out of Miranda's mouth. Her own hands pressed against Andrea's stomach, stroking her through the wool of the sweater. She shifted her hips against the younger woman's, her head spinning as the hot, firm body against hers surged up to make contact.
Miranda tilted her head, allowing Andrea better access to her neck. Her nipples tightened as she Andrea licked and sucked. "Ooh…Andrea…I've…wanted…this…"
"Oh my god, me too. You have no idea," Andrea whimpered as she slid her hands down Miranda's back, pulling at the tie on Miranda's blouse.
"I have a very--ooh--good idea," Miranda retorted, hissing as Andrea's hands snuck beneath her blouse and grabbed at her waist, pulling Miranda's body closer against her own.
Miranda breathed heavily, covering Andrea's mouth once more with her own. She kissed her greedily, savoring every slip of tongue and stroke of lip and nip of teeth. Miranda's hands pulled up Andrea's sweater, stealing beneath and grazing against the smooth planes of her stomach. One hand slid over the slope of her thigh, squeezing at the round curve of Andrea's ass, while the other slipped beneath a thin, filmy tank top, her fingertips stroking at the swell of a breast.
Andrea broke the kiss and moaned loudly, her head dropping back against the wall. Miranda used the opportunity to kiss her throat, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses against the alabaster flesh. Andrea whimpered, arching her hips against Miranda's. Miranda lifted Andrea's thigh, stepping in between her legs and grinding up against her. They moaned in unison as their bodies rocked against each other; Andrea's leg hooked at Miranda's hip.
The position forced Andrea's hands back up to Miranda's shoulders and she threaded her fingers into Miranda's silver hair. Miranda bit Andrea's earlobe before suckling at the sensitive spot behind her ear as her hand cupped Andrea's breast. Andrea screamed, arching her back and whimpering her approval as Miranda's fingers pinched and pulled at her pebbled nipple.
"Oooh, please Miranda…please."
Miranda's head spun as she rolled Andrea's nipple against her palm. This, she decided, was simply not enough, and she pulled back enough to grab fistfuls of sweater and tugged it over Andrea's head, throwing it behind her. She glanced down at the sight of Andrea's breasts covered in a white tank top trimmed in lace. Miranda swore under her breath before lowering her mouth to one cloth-encased nipple, smearing her lipstick against the fabric as she sucked at Andrea's breast.
Andy shrieked, tugging at Miranda's hair as she thumped her head back against the wall. Miranda hissed and grabbed the fabric between her teeth, pulling it down to gain access to Andrea's breast. She nuzzled her nose against the taut, dark pink nub, inhaling the heady scent of lavender and citrus on Andrea's flesh. She fastened her lips around Andrea's nipple, laving her tongue against it and sucking hard at each moan that passed Andrea's lips.
"Oh fuck…Uuuhn...Oh, Miranda…pl-please…please…"
Miranda entertained the notion of drawing this out; what would she think later of having fucked her former assistant against the wall? Thoughts didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Miranda's hand coming between them and cupping Andrea's sex through her panties. All that was important in this moment was the perfectly formed "O" of Andrea's plump lips as Miranda's fingers unceremoniously slipped inside the fabric, her fingertips brushing against scorching heat.
"Yes…please…don't stop!"
As if Miranda would--could--stop. As the first pass of her long fingers over velvety folds, Miranda was addicted.
Andrea squirmed against her hand and Miranda, though slightly uncomfortable at the lack of experience in touching another woman, gave her what she so clearly wanted. Her fingers stroked Andrea's engorged clit, circling it and grazing it with varying degrees of pressure. Andrea moaned her name.
Miranda bit at Andrea's nipple before releasing it, standing tall to watch as pleasure shook Andrea's entire frame. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed. The image of her completely exposed - one breast uncovered and her legs parted - nearly suffocated Miranda. She let out a harsh breath and slipped a finger inside of Andrea's tight entrance.
The younger woman was so slick that she passed through with ease and Andrea bucked against her, crying out as she pleaded for more. Miranda promptly complied, a second finger gliding in effortlessly. She was so tight, so hot; Miranda's sex throbbed in need.
She ignored her own want, drunk with an urgency to see Andrea gripped in passion. She drove her fingers in, curling inside her and sliding out before roughly thrusting in once more. Andrea begged her to go faster, harder, and Miranda could do nothing but exactly as Andrea asked, thrusting her fingers until her wrist ached.
Claiming Andrea's mouth, Miranda kissed her, moaning as Andrea sank lower, taking Miranda as deep as she could. Though Miranda longed to return to Andrea's pert, delicious nipple, she gripped her free hand at Andrea's hip, anchoring the girl as she fucked her with everything she had. Andrea cried out incoherently, her walls beginning to clench around Miranda's fingers, and then Miranda pressed her thumb to Andrea's clit.
Andrea came, shuddering so hard that Miranda had to pin her to the wall to keep her upright. Miranda watched Andrea's face as she bit her lip, watched her stomach muscles contracting and her legs shake. It was intoxicating.
As the constricting of Andrea's sex began to subside, Miranda slowly pulled her fingers out. Andrea sighed and opened her eyes, blinking several times as she focused on Miranda's face.
---
Miranda Priestly just fucked Andy against the wall in her parents' living room.
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as the colors and flashes of light began to fade from her vision, allowing her to focus on the face of the woman who was responsible for the greatest orgasm she'd ever had.
Miranda's cheeks were red, her blue eyes dark and intense. She looked almost surprised.
Andy smiled and kissed her.
The ability to kiss Miranda Priestly was completely invigorating. Though her body felt like jelly, Andy felt unable to bask in her afterglow. She lowered her leg, sliding it down Miranda's. She cupped Miranda's face as she kissed her, stroking her tongue slowly against her lips.
Andy nipped at Miranda's bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth. Miranda gasped. Andy's body tingled pleasantly at the sound. She pushed Miranda gently, using the newly granted space between them to pull Miranda's shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Miranda's breasts covered in a lacy black La Perla bra. Miranda's erratic breathing caused her flushed breasts to swell against the lace. The older woman stood, unabashed, allowing Andy to look her fill as her fingers deftly undid the button of her pants. She unzipped them slowly and Andy's eyes followed the path of the grinding teeth, gasping as she eyed a flash of black lace.
Andy blinked, committing the image to memory before she surged forward, pressing hot kisses against the V between Miranda's breasts. She heard Miranda issue a strangled cry as she cupped the back of Andy's head, her fingers pressing against her scalp. Andy's hands fumbled with the hook of Miranda's bra as she bit at Miranda's nipple through the lace, worrying her tongue against the pebbled bud. Miranda sighed, crying out when Andy grasped it between her teeth and tugged.
Andy grinned when Miranda slapped her hands away, her own nimble fingers adeptly unclasping the bra. Andy allowed herself the pleasure of sliding it down her arms, dropping it to the floor as she stared at the perfect swells of flesh presented to her. "You're gorgeous," Andy said, her hands gently cupping Miranda's breasts. She stroked them soothingly, her thumbs caressing against the puckered nipples with a gentle rhythm that betrayed the frenzied passion building within her.
"So, so beautiful," she mumbled, walking Miranda backwards until her knees hit the couch. Andy hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants and underwear, drawing them ever so slowly down Miranda's legs. Though Andy had desperately yearned to see the swirls of lace covering Miranda's modesty, she could not overpower her need to see Miranda stripped bare. No designer clothes. No perfectly manufactured persona. Just Miranda.
Andy knelt, helping Miranda step out of her clothes. Once discarded, Andy slid her hands over the finely sculpted calves and toned thighs that she had often stared at. Now they were hers--for however long Miranda wanted her to have them--and she was in no hurry to waste the gift she'd been given. "I used to dream about your legs," Andy whispered, placing soft kisses along Miranda's knees. She inhaled the musky aroma of Miranda's sex and expelled a groan. "I used to think of them wrapped around me." She glanced up, watching Miranda's face as it reflected the depth of her want. She'd never seen Miranda look so beautiful.
"Lay on the couch."
To Andy's surprise, Miranda obeyed, stretching her long, sinewy body against the plush cushions of the sofa. She blushed furiously; she'd never be able to sit on this couch without thinking of Miranda.
Andy stood, slipping her boyshorts over her thighs. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, watching Miranda's eyes focus on every move she made. She bent to remove her socks but Miranda shook her head. Andy grinned.
As Miranda reached out her hand to beckon Andy forward, Andy straddled her, settling her hips against Miranda's. Both women sighed at the contact of flesh against warm flesh. Miranda's hands stroked along her thighs, her eyes fixed on Andy's. Andy licked her lips and slowly pulled her camisole over her head.
"Exquisite," Miranda sighed, her hands coming once more to Andy's breasts. Andy mimicked Miranda's movements, cupping the older woman's breasts and squeezing them gently.
Andy imagined the picture they made--two women groping and caressing and rocking their hips slowly against each other. She groaned, swiveling her hips against Miranda's, coating her with her ever-wet arousal.
She bent, pressing her mouth to Miranda's and kissing her with a year's worth of longing and need and adoration. Miranda moaned into her mouth, her hands sliding into Andy's hair once more. Their breasts pressed together and Andy twisted her torso, stroking her nipples against Miranda's at an agonizingly slow pace. She noted the force of Miranda's exhalations against her cheek and guessed that she might be drawing closer to her climax. Wow. Miranda Priestly had orgasms. Miranda Priestly had orgasms because of her and the very notion forced Andy's hand between Miranda's legs.
Miranda shrieked as Andy's fingers slid into the wetness, searching out every sensitive fold. Miranda's hips squirmed and she closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the arm of the couch.
Andy swallowed and bent once more, taking Miranda's nipple into her mouth while her fingers teased at her entrance. Andy had no idea what she was doing. She'd never touched another woman like this before and felt completely inadequate, but Miranda's sighs proved nothing but her enjoyment. Motivated, Andy ground the heel of her hand against Miranda's clit.
Miranda bucked and shifted, repositioning her legs to hook over Andy's hips so that they were spread wider. Andy whimpered, images of countless fantasies assailing her. But this wasn't a fantasy. This was reality. This was Miranda fucking Priestly on her couch looking as though she might pass out from her need to get off.
Dizzy, Andy sucked and teased Miranda's breasts, alternating between the two as her fingers sought her clit, stroking and teasing the spot with no apparent pattern.
Miranda moaned and sighed and rocked her hips into Andy's hand, arching her back as she pressed her breasts further into Andy's mouth. Andy gave everything she had, sucking until her jaw hurt and twisting her fingers until her wrist burned. She didn't care. She could be fucked into a coma and it wouldn't matter because she was doing this to Miranda Priestly and--
Miranda's entire body shook, her cries loud and frenzied as her clit pulsed harshly against her fingers. Her nipple popped out from between Andy's lips as she sat up, watching Miranda as she came with an explosive surge of her body. She moaned, uttering things like "Yes" and "Oh God" and "Ahn-dray-oooooh!"
Andy sat, staring fixedly, until Miranda pushed her hand away. The other woman slumped against the couch, throwing an arm over her face as she caught her breath. Andy traced little patterns on Miranda's stomach for several moments while Miranda recollected herself; when she kept her face covered, Andy reached for her hand.
"No hiding."
Miranda blinked.
"C'mon. I've got a bed." Andy stood up and tugged Miranda's arm. To her delight, Miranda followed.
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Miranda clutched the flannel sheet to her chest and sat up against the pillow, glancing around the room. A few certificates were framed on the beige walls beside an endless array of books. There was a montage of black and white photographs beside a large desk that held a desktop computer and a collection of files.
It was surprisingly bare. For the room that Andrea Sachs grew up in, it was very…mature. Miranda had half expected posters or stuffed animals or photos of friends - something to reflect the persona that she imagined Andrea to have. This room conveyed the very depth of Andrea. It was everything Miranda didn't know and she hated it.
She had just shared an incredibly intimate act with someone that she was essentially incompatible with. She knew nothing about her. She slept in flannel sheets for Christ's sake.
Miranda rolled her eyes and allowed her head to hit the slatted wooden bed frame, sighing. What was she doing?
How the hell was she supposed to know if this was wrong?
Andrea entered the room then, carrying two glasses of water. "It's not exactly Pellegrino and I didn't have any lemon slices, but it's the best I could do." She handed Miranda the glass and sat on the bed, legs crossed. She was still completely nude save for the socks. Miranda smiled into her glass and felt immediately warm.
Andrea cupped her hands around the glass and tilted her head, looking intently at Miranda. "Penny for your thoughts."
Miranda gave a weak smile before taking another sip of her water. She placed the cup on the nightstand. "This isn't what I pictured your bedroom to look like."
"You pictured my bedroom?" Andrea grinned. Miranda rolled her eyes. Andrea giggled and leaned over Miranda to place her glass beside hers. She paused over Miranda, kissing her softly before settling beside her beneath the blanket. "It's a little different from my apartment. My apartment is more like me. My dad has sort of taken over the room as his office now that I'm gone. The photographs are mine from a few photo courses I took in college, and the books are mine of course. I used to have a few paintings but my parents have apparently taken them down."
"What sorts of paintings?"
"I had a great Georgia O'Keefe reprint that my older sister used to make fun of constantly. She said it looked like a vagina."
"Uninspired Philistine."
Andrea laughed. "I got all the artsy genes. My sister got all of the fertile ones."
"The so-called nieces?"
"I didn't make them up! They exist! I've got photos to prove it. I'll go--"
"Don't you dare get out of this bed," Miranda said, tugging the younger woman against her. "It's freezing."
"Do you want me to turn up the heat?"
"That would require you getting up."
"I'll keep you warm." Andrea shifted, tucking Miranda into her arms.
Miranda was not prone to cuddling. She was not particularly affectionate beyond what was necessary, but she allowed Andrea to pull her close. Rather than stiffen, she gave herself permission to relax against the warm body.
Andrea shifted, curling her body against Miranda's. She draped a leg over Miranda's hip and teased her fingers along her shoulders. Miranda shivered and looked past her, staring at a lamp in the corner of the room.
"Miranda?"
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?"
"Your eyes look sad. I can tell there's something going on."
Miranda blinked, her eyes burning with tears that she refused to shed. "Are they?"
Andrea cupped her cheek, running her thumb over her cheekbone. She tilted Miranda's head upward and looked at her. Her breath hitched. "Yes. Your eyes…oh, wow. They're gorgeous, Miranda. I've always loved your eyes. It's like…when you look at someone or something, that's all you see. It’s all that matters in the entire universe for even just a millisecond. But I've never seen them like this. Not even in Paris. Please…talk to me."
Miranda pursed her lips, staring up at the wall. No one had ever been able to read her so thoroughly. It was maddening. It was hopeful.
"I lost you once," Miranda said quietly. "I'm not prepared to lose you again."
Andrea let out a breath that she had been holding. "Why do you think you're going to lose me?"
"All logical and rational thinking suggests that this is a terrible idea. We barely know each other."
"Since when have we let rationality and logic run our lives?" Andrea said. "And I'd argue that we know each other better than you think."
"Don't be obstinate, Andrea. I'm serious."
"So am I."
Miranda pursed her lips.
"Look…this wasn't just about sex for me. There's something between us, Miranda…something I've never experienced with anyone else. It makes absolutely no sense because you were my boss and you drove me insane but…I feel drawn to you. I don't want to reduce this to just a one night stand and forget it ever happened." She paused. "Do you?"
Miranda looked at Andrea, studying her face. If what she said was true…
"No."
Andrea exhaled sharply. "Phew. You had me going there for a second." She leaned in and kissed Miranda. "You need to let go of whatever is freaking you out. It doesn't have to be this big terrifying thing. We…are attracted to each other. We know each other. We want the same things. What's so bad about moving forward from there?"
"It's not that simple, Andrea."
"No, but it is."
Miranda rolled her eyes and turned her head away, staring at the wall. This was exactly why she couldn't be with someone like Andrea…they'd never see eye to eye. They'd disagree about everything.
Andrea slid over Miranda's lap, straddling her and cupping her face. "It's not like we're getting married. It's not like when we get back to New York we'll be splashed all over the papers. We'll take it slow. We'll be quiet and we'll just…get to know each other. Enjoy each other's company. I can't think of anything I'd like more than to be with you."
Miranda felt a blush creep on her face.
Andrea giggled. "Except maybe blush. I think it's becoming one of my favorite things ever. Making you blush is my new hobby."
Miranda snorted and felt her resolve slipping as she looked into Andrea's sincere, hopeful visage.
There was no possible way that this could be wrong.
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Andy bent and placed a kiss to Miranda's forehead, hoping the action would help to slow the incessant pounding of her heart. The idea that this might turn out to be a singular occasion made Andy feel more lost than she had to begin with.
Miranda made her feel grounded. She felt like she had something to look forward to.
No. This couldn't end. Not if Andy had anything to say about it.
"Let go, Miranda," Andy said, kissing a slow path down Miranda's face. She placed wet kisses along Miranda's neck, pausing at her pulse and where her shoulder began. "You are so amazing." Andy licked along the slope of her collarbone. "I've wanted you for so long. I can't believe this is really happening."
She began to lavish Miranda's breasts, alternating between the two until they were red and glistening and heaving with each of Miranda's deep breaths. She hummed against a puckered nipple, rolling her tongue across each tiny fold in the pink flesh. She glanced up, grinning as she noticed that Miranda's misgivings were clearly overpowered by arousal.
Andy slipped beneath the flannel sheet, pulling it over her head as she kissed a trail down Miranda's abdomen and blew her breath against a neatly trimmed silver tuft of hair. Miranda sighed and tugged at the sheet, uncovering Andy's body as she knelt between her thighs.
"I thought you were cold?" Andy asked, grinning, as she nipped at Miranda's thigh.
"I seem to have warmed up considerably."
"Mmm…good." Andy switched between thighs, kissing and sucking until Miranda's legs shook and her hips arched.
"Miranda?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you trust me?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I need to know," Andy swiped her tongue along Miranda's slit, rolling her juices around her mouth, "that you trust me."
"I trust you…"
"Are you just saying that because I'm about to eat you out?" She flicked her tongue across Miranda's clit.
Miranda moaned.
"It's really important to me that you trust me." Lick. "That's the most important element of a new relationship…"
"R--rel--what?"
"I want to try this with you, Miranda," Andy mumbled, spreading Miranda wide with her fingers. "I think you want to try this too or you wouldn't have come all the way out here."
"Mmm…ooh!" Miranda's hips jerked harshly, her legs trembling.
"Are you close?"
"Yesss…"
"Don't come."
"I can't--"
"You mustn't. Please. Don't come."
Miranda exhaled sharply through her nose as her hands clenched around fistfuls of flannel.
"Put your faith in me, Miranda." She swirled her tongue around her clit. "I don't have a whole hell of a lot to offer but I want you." She fasted her lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves, licking hard.
Miranda cried out, her entire body jerking as she fought her orgasm. Andy was surprised; she'd half expected Miranda to come just for the purpose of reinstating her position of power.
"Trust me." She slipped two fingers into Miranda's tight entrance, catching her breath as Miranda hissed and swore. "Give us a chance."
"Yes…Yes I'll---ooh--please."
"Let go, Miranda." She curled her fingers, pressing them against Miranda's slick wetness. "Come for me now."
Once again, Miranda did as she was told. As soon as Andy passed her tongue over her clit, Miranda's body convulsed, undulating in long waves as she cried out Andy's name. Miranda clenched and pulsed around her, forgetting everything in that moment except for Andy.
When Miranda stilled, Andy resumed her place spooned up against Miranda. She gave Miranda a sloppy kiss.
"Aren't you quite the smooth talker?"
"Mmhmm," Andy beamed.
"You are aware that an orgasm doesn't solve all of the problems, right?"
"The only problem we seem to have is your over-analysis of the situation. Stop being Miranda Priestly and just be Miranda."
"We'll find our way together."
Andy beamed. "Yes."
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"I heard Daddy telling Marie that he wants to use our violins for kindling," Caroline confided.
Miranda pursed her lips. "Is that so?"
"Yea," said Cassidy. "He doesn't know we heard him though."
"I see. Did you practice?"
"For hours!"
Miranda grinned. "Good girls."
"You're coming home tonight, right?"
"Yes. I'll be home in time to kiss you both goodnight."
The twins seemed pleased to hear this and, after several minutes, they disappeared to play their instruments outside of her ex-husband's office.
As Miranda hung up the phone, Andrea walked into the living room with her phone tucked against her ear. "No Mom, I didn't spend too much money rescheduling my flight….You just saw me a month ago! It's not the end of the world…you and dad just enjoy the rest of your ski trip, okay?"
Miranda watched as Andrea organized the coffee table. The younger woman paused and turned, taking Miranda's hand in her own as she went on to say, "Yes, I got exactly what I came home for."
Miranda's heart swelled as Andrea squeezed her hand. As her lover--the thought was so foreign and yet so comforting--wrapped up her phone call, Miranda sat back against the couch with a satisfied smile on her face. Her girls were happy. Her ex-husband was miserable.
Most importantly, she was happy.
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Andy dropped her suitcase into the trunk, closing it with a resounding thud. Chewing on her lip, she glanced at the car and then back at the house. Something wasn't right.
Opening the passenger door, Andy said, "I forgot something. I need to run back in for just a sec."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "We have a flight to catch."
"It'll only take a minute." She leaned in, kissing Miranda deeply. As her tongue stroked against Miranda's, a pleasant shudder raced down her back. "Mmm. Back in a flash."
"Don't slip this time. You're running out of Disney princess bandaids."
"I've got a box in my purse."
"For the nieces?"
"Of course." Andy grinned, kissed Miranda once more, and ran back up to the house.
She kicked the door shut behind her, looking around. She frowned.
Lady Macbeth purred from the top of the stairs, looking down at Andy with her large eyes.
"There you are!" Andy took the stairs two at a time and sat on the one below where the cat lay. "I'm gonna miss you, you ol' bat. You gonna miss me?" The cat arched her back as Andy scratched. "I thought so. All right. I've got to run now. Miranda's waiting." Lady Macbeth meowed loudly. "Of course I don't know what I'm doing. But I'm happy…I feel like me again. Isn't that a pretty good place to start?" The cat stared. "Bye!" Andy kissed the top of the cat's head and ran down the stairs.
Miranda was waiting.
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The End!! Please please please comment, and have a Merry Christmas!