The Devil Wears Prada: Science of Fashion Part 26
Title: Science of Fashion (26/?)
Author: vicar_dibley
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Andy/Miranda AU
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from The Devil Wears Prada
Author's note: English isn't my first language, this hasn't been beta'd so forgive me. The mistakes (language wise and otherwise) are all mine. This is my first DWP fan fiction. Hope you like it:) Comments are welcome!
Summary: It’s an alternative universe, Andy is about 35 and Miranda is 50. In my story Andy is not cheery.
Science of Fashion
26
Dressed only in her lover´s white shirt with a steaming cup of coffee in hand Miranda leaned against the door frame of the bedroom watching Andrea´s chest rise and fall. The younger woman was still asleep, lying on her back with her dark brown hair splayed over the pillow, the sheets had fallen to her waist. One of her hands lay next to her head while the other rested softly on her stomach. Sunlight was filtering through the curtains which were slightly flowing in the gentle breeze coming through the open window. Seeing her lover like that, so carefree and unguarded, beautiful and soft Miranda fell even deeper in love with the brunette.
On her bare feet Miranda walked over to the bed, put her cup on the night stand and carefully sat down on the edge to not disturb the other woman´s sleep. Reaching out she gently brushed a few strands of hair from Andrea´s forehead, tracing the scar with her finger before she leaned down and kissed it. Andrea mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep, bringing a smile to Miranda´s face. Drinking in the sight of her lover´s body the older woman took great pleasure in tenderly touching it with her smooth hands and soft lips until she finally felt Andrea stir under her gentle ministrations.
Andy slowly opened her eyes and found Miranda´s head between her breasts, slowly kissing down her stomach.
“Morning”, the biologist whispered, raking a hand through the soft white hair causing its owner to look up.
“Good morning, darling.” Miranda smiled. She scooted up to kiss her lover properly. Rendering Andrea breathless, with a dreamy look on her face.
“Indeed.” Andy agreed lazily.
Smirking Miranda grabbed her cup from the night stand and took a healthy swallow before she returned to her task which was interrupted when Andy woke up.
Andy was still amazed how much pleasure the older woman took from mapping every inch of her body all over again. It was soothing and touched her deeply that Miranda didn´t seem to be put off by her scars and imperfections. She hadn´t lied last night when she had told her that she felt loved. It was in fact so much more and ran deeper than she had words for. Miranda had been a wonderfully attentive and gentle lover. Andrea was still amazed to be privileged enough to see and experience this side of the older woman.
Gliding further down her lover´s body Miranda took the sheets with her revealing all of Andrea to her eyes and mouth. She gently nipped the skin of Andrea´s lower belly, caressing her thighs and nudging them apart to create space for her. Bestowing a kiss on the short dark curls, she let her hands slide to the inside of her lover´s thighs. Andrea´s rapid breathing and the arching of her back indicated the younger woman´s silent plea for her not to stop what she so skilfully meant to achieve.
Coming to rest between the brunette´s legs, Miranda let her tongue trace the length of Andrea´s sex eliciting a long deep moan from her lover. Parting the outer lips with gentle fingers Miranda circled the small bundle of nerves before she took it into her mouth to suck softly on it. Andrea put one of her hands unto Miranda´s head guiding her gently and needing this connection with the other woman.
“Oh, please, don´t stop”, Andrea pressed out, with her eyes tightly closed.
“I won´t”, Miranda promised before her tongue started to stroke over the tip of Andrea´s clitoris causing the brunette to hiss in pleasure.
Miranda was relentless in her ministrations, revelling in the gush of wetness that she could bring forth.
“Yes, oh yes”, Andrea moaned, not wanting this to end, although she could feel her orgasm building. Slowly and continually the pressure was mounting until she came screaming Miranda´s name.
After one last kiss to Andrea´s oversensitive sex Miranda let her head rest on the brunette´s head soothingly rubbing her belly to calm her breathing and heartbeat.
The hand on her head was still there, gently sifting through her short white hair, never breaking the contact and that connection. Making love to Andrea was glorious and wonderful. Bringing the younger woman pleasure made her feel powerful. She had never thought it could be that way.
Andrea tugged on Miranda´s hand, pulling her up to cup the older woman´s face with her hands and drawing her down to kiss her on the mouth. She deepened the kiss when she tasted herself on those soft lips. Andrea´s kiss brought Miranda´s own arousal to the foreground again. She straddled the brunette´s left thigh and rocked to create a delicious friction. Miranda drew back from the kiss and sat up straighter with her hands braced on Andrea´s shoulders, her eyes dark blue with desire.
Andy started to unbutton the shirt Miranda wore. She let her hands glide down from the older woman´s shoulder to her full breasts that ached to be touched. Pink nipples stood erect waiting to be touched and kissed by her. Andy gently squeezed Miranda´s breasts, eliciting a moan from Miranda and forcing her eyes shut.
“No, please, open your eyes. I want to see you.”
With the utmost effort Miranda willed her eyes open, her gaze locking on her lover, nearly causing her to fall into her brown ones when she saw the love and desire for her in them.
Andy sat up, leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth, circling it with her tongue. Miranda drew her head back and arched into the mouth, pleasure streaking through her body all the while she was still sliding lustfully along Andrea´s thigh. Andrea´s hands rested on her hips urging her to ride her thigh. When she felt she needed more, Miranda took one of Andrea´s hands and guided it between her legs. Understanding without words what her lover needed, Andy entered her with three fingers, letting Miranda set the pace.
Alternating between Miranda´s gorgeous breasts Andy felt she couldn´t get enough of her. When Miranda´s movement became more frantic she used her other hand to rub the older woman´s clitoris.
“Yes”, Miranda hissed, seeking Andrea´s eyes. They looked deeply into each other´s eyes when Miranda´s climax hit her full force drawing a long deep moan from her lips. Riding out her orgasm she finally collapsed against Andrea´s solid body and was immediately embraced in strong comforting arms.
Andy held her securely in her arms, whispering words of love into her ear.
“Are you all right?”
“I´m more than all right”, Miranda assured her lover. She didn´t want to lift her head from Andrea´s shoulder. Content with where she was she let the younger woman guide them down on the bed where they snuggled under the sheets.
The brunette kissed her forehead and tenderly stroked her back in small circles.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy and beautiful you looked right now?” Andy asked with awe in her voice.
“Only in your eyes”, Miranda whispered suddenly self-conscious. She was still touched how Andrea had worshipped her body last night and now. To be a fashion icon, meticulously dressed with a perfect make-up in place was one thing but to let somebody else see her fifty year old body without any disguise was another. True to her word Andrea had taken great pleasure in learning every inch of her body. The same way she had with Andrea´s.
“The only one that matter, right?” Andy gave back the words Miranda had used herself.
“Yes, darling. Absolutely.”
Miranda listened to Andrea´s breathing, feeling her heart beat strong under her hand. She closed her eyes only to fall asleep again followed by Andy soon after. When they woke up again it was early afternoon. They kissed, cuddled and touched with gentle hands. Making slow sweet love again to each other brought them even closer. Finally they decided to get up and take a shower together before the went to search for food. For they had worked up quite an appetite after their love making. Dressed casually and comfortably in jeans and shirts Andy led them into the kitchen to find out what else her aunts had prepared for them.
There were enough left overs from the party´s buffet. In addition the two women took a bottle of wine with them to the veranda to enjoy the warm weather and an undisturbed lunch. Sitting together on a small bench, overlooking the park after their meal Miranda snuggled into Andrea´s body. Her arm was draped over the younger woman´s stomach and her head rested on the brunette´s left shoulder. Andy´s hand was playing with Miranda´s soft hair, kissing the top of the older woman´s head before she rested her cheek where her lips had lingered only seconds ago. The brunette was enjoying the peace and closeness, Miranda´s scent and her readiness for physical nearness when no prying eyes were anywhere near. She understood Miranda´s need for distance in public settings, she even agreed with it. This was private and personal, it was between the two of them only to be witnessed by the closest of family.
“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” Andy asked with regret in her voice.
“I don´t want to but I can´t stay away any longer. I´m sorry.” Miranda raised her head from Andrea´s shoulder. She was more than sorry, she longed to stay and to enjoy this newly found intimacy for some time more but her job was calling her back and she couldn´t put if off any longer. She lay her hand on Andrea´s chest begging her to understand, sadness clearly visible in her eyes.
“No, I´m sorry”, Andy took the hand on her chest in her own, turned it around and bestowed a gentle kiss on the palm. “Of course you have to return. I didn´t mean to make you sad by asking what you can´t give. It´s just that I think it would have been nice.”
“Yes, it would”, Miranda agreed with a rueful smile.
“What about the girls?” Andy wanted to know. “Maybe they could stay for another week and we could return together next Saturday.”
Miranda hadn´t seen that one coming, she was stunned by the suggestion. She drew back slightly to get a good look at the younger woman. Looking at her with unbelieving eyes. Too surprised to say anything, she just sat there and proceeded what Andy just asked. It was genuine, honest. Not meant to impress her or gain something. All Andrea did was voicing her desire to spend more time with her daughters for their own sake. She was touched beyond words. Miranda felt her eyes tear up, causing Andrea to paddle back, worried that she had crossed an invisible line with the older woman.
“I... I... didn´t mean... I just thought they might like to stay and spend some more time learning to ride and playing in that tree house”, Andrea hastened to explain. “I didn´t mean to... I don´t know... shorten your time with them or keep them from you or something like that.”
“Andrea”, Miranda started but found herself unable to continue.
“Please, Miranda”, Andrea wasn´t above begging, seeing the editor´s teary eyes. “I know how important your daughters are to you, how much you love them. So please, forgive me if I have offended you somehow, I certainly didn´t mean to be presumptuous. I just...”
Anything else she intended to say was silenced by Miranda´s lips on her own. The silver haired woman had thrown her arms around her neck and kissed her fiercely.
When they ended the kiss Andy was taken aback by the forcefulness of the kiss.
“Does that mean I am forgiven?” She asked timidly.
“There is nothing to forgive, you wonderfully loving, caring and silly woman”, Miranda laughed, caressing her lover´s cheek with tender fingers. “What you just offered is the most thoughtful thing anyone ever did. But I´m afraid the girl´s father wants to spend another week with them.”
“Oh, of course”, Andy tried to not sound disappointed. To no avail though, her voice might have done the trick but her treacherous eyes gave her away. Miranda sighed at the look in Andrea´s eyes, she knew the offer had been genuine. She could always call Greg and reschedule their stay for the following week. He might be mad at her but she would live, it wasn´t as if he would spend much time with them anyway.
“They can always visit when they return with you. I´ll clear it with him. I´m sure they would love to stay.”
“Are you sure? Because I know you hate being away from them”, Andy insisted.
“I am absolutely sure, darling”, Miranda reassured her, “although I will certainly miss them I won´t have as much time for them as I would want to. So, knowing they are having a wonderful time here with you will make it easier.”
“What will you tell their father?” Andy didn´t want to add to Miranda´s stress.
“I´ll will think of something, don´t worry.”
Something else was bothering Andy but she didn´t know how to break the subject. These last few days had been wonderful. They had spent so much time together without any intrusions from the outside world, she knew she could get used to it and she suspected the same was true for Miranda. She also knew that Miranda Priestly the editor was a public figure, under constant scrutiny by the press. Andy accepted that, she could live with it. But she knew as well that all kinds of attentions would be thrown their way as soon as the papers caught wind of their relationship. The last thing she wanted for Miranda and the girls was to be hurt by this unwanted dissection of their life.
Miranda sensed that something was still bothering her lover and by the look on her face and the furrowing of her brow she suspected it was something major. Cupping Andrea´s cheek she smoothed the wrinkles in the corner of the younger woman´s eyes with the pad of her thumb. Urging Andrea to look at her and voice what was obviously on her mind.
“Darling, what is it? What makes you worry so much?”
“I love you”, Andy could only blurt out when she looked into the older woman´s tender expression, unable to say anything else. The last thing she wanted was losing Miranda over the unavoidable strain the press would surely put on them.
“I love you too, Andrea”, Miranda smiled, “but this isn´t what put that lines on your forehead.”
Sighing heavily Andy shook her head.
“Tell me!”
“What will happen when the press finds out? I don´t want you or the girls to get hurt by their snapping and bellowing.”
“Ah, the vultures”, Miranda nodded knowingly, “well, I suppose they will have a field day, no question of that.”
“See that´s what I mean”, Andy said sadly.
“Leave them to me, darling. My PR adviser will take care of it. We are not going to hide anything but I refuse to make a big press announcement. This relationship is too precious to me to open it to scrutiny. When they get wind of it Lesley will release a statement and you are free to answer their questions as you see fit.”
“And what about the girls?” The brunette asked again. She didn´t want them to have to endure any negative repercussions.
“Sad as it is but my daughters are used to these vultures. They know how to ignore them or anything they would write about me”, Miranda reassured her.
“You will tell me if there is anything I can do to help to elevate the stress or to keep them at bay”, Andy insisted.
“I promise”, Miranda nodded, “just be there for us and love us.”
“That I can do, my love.” The brunette leaned down and kissed the silver haired woman gently. Soon enough she felt Miranda´s hand in her hair holding her prisoner against her lips, not wanting to end their kiss but to deepen it.
When it became clear that their kiss turned more passionate they decided to take it inside. Making the best of their time at the cottage for very soon it would be over and they would have to return to the main house. And making the most of their time they did. They made love, cuddled together, talked about everything and nothing in particular, ate and drank delicious wine and Saturday morning just before lunch they walked hand in hand back to the main house.
They felt a bit melancholic because their time together was drawing to an end fast. Miranda would return to New York in the afternoon and for the next week, all they had were phone calls and e-mails. It would have to do. The editor already thought of all kinds of possibilities for a proper welcome once Andrea and her girls would return next week.
As soon as the house came into sight they were spotted by two excited little redheads. The French windows of the drawing room opened and Caroline and Cassidy came running towards their favourite adults. Although they had enjoyed their time with Andy´s aunts as well as Bridget and Emily they were happy to have their mom and Andy back. By the way their mom and Andy were acting the twins had the impression that everything was better than good between the two of them. Mission accomplished! They both looked very happy, unlike before her trip to England their mother seemed content in a way she had never before.
“Mom!” They flung them at their mother, hugging the older woman fiercely.
“Hello, babies”, Miranda crooned at them, with her arms around her daughters. She would miss them dearly but she would never begrudge them their time here with Andrea, for she knew they were going to love every minute of it and she suspected so would Andrea.
“Hey, Andy”, the girls were now embracing the biologist just as exuberantly as they had done with their mother.
“Hello, there”, Andy laughed at their welcome. “Did you two have fun while we were gone?”
“Yup”, Cassidy nodded vigourously, “even Emily was fun. Aunt Helen and aunt Angela said we could visit them some day at Andy´s castle in Scotland.”
“That would be so cool”, Caroline seconded her sister.
“Can we mom?”
“I suppose we will find a good reason to go there some time”, Miranda said carefully, not wanting to get their hopes up that it was going to happen too soon.
“Cool!”
“What would you say if Andrea asked me to let you stay with her for another week?” The silver haired woman asked with a smirk.
“Really?” The girls´ eyes lit up at the prospect.
“Really.”
“Thank you, mom!” They shouted with enthusiasm, hugging their mother again.
“You are welcome, babies”, Miranda said softly, “but you should thank Andrea.”
“Thank you, Andy”, the girls went to embrace their second favourite adult, more careful than their mother aware of Andy´s leg.
“You are welcome”, Andy ruffled their hair affectionally.
As they went the rest of the way to the house each girl grabbed one adult by the hand, causing the women to share a glance at how natural it just happened. It brought a warm and fuzzy feeling to Miranda´s heart how easily her daughters accepted Andy. She would talk to them before she left for New York just to make sure it was really all right with them. But by the way they acted towards Andrea she didn´t think they would have a problem, after all it was them who forced them to speak about their misunderstandings and take the next step.
Andy felt absolutely thrilled and touched by the girls´ readiness to accept her into their lives. Those little girls already had a special place in her heart, just like their mother and she would do whatever it took to keep them in her life. She would make this relationship work, she was already too deep in it. There was no way she would let them go, not if she had any say in it. No matter what the press or anybody else would throw at them, she would do her utmost to protect the woman she loved so deeply and the girls with everything she had. If it meant to use the power at her disposal she would do so without a second thought.
After lunch Miranda took the girls to her room to talk to them. Her bags were already packed, thanks to Emily, so she had enough time until the car would take them to the airport. They would take a regular flight, the one they had booked before they came here. Whereas Andrea had told her she would ask for the private jet to return with the girls.
The girls were sitting on the bed waiting for her when she exited the bathroom after a final inspection that nothing had been missed by Emily. They had expectant expressions on their faces when she joined them.
She opened her arms for them and without hesitation they scrambled over snuggling into her body one on each side. Miranda deposited a kiss on each girl´s head before she took a deep breath to tell them about her and Andrea´s developing relationship.
“You know I have always been honest with you?”
“Yeah.”
“You also know that I always tried to do what I could to keep you from getting hurt by the things people say or do. I deeply regret that I wasn´t always successful in that regard. I hope you can forgive me for that some day.” Miranda swallowed the lump in her throat before she continued.
“I´m sorry I put you through so much already. Two divorces and the things the press made out of it.”
“Mom”, Cassidy sat up, putting her small hand against her mother´s cheek, “we love you. You are always there for us and we don´t care what those stupid reporters write about you. Yeah, it´s really mean sometimes but what do they know, right?”
“Right, baby”, Miranda agreed tearily.
“What is it you want to talk about?” Caroline asked.
“Well, Andrea and I...”, Miranda sighed heavily, not sure how to phrase it.
“You love her and she is your girlfriend now, right?” The older twin cut to the chase.
“Yes”, was all the older woman could say.
“Great! Don´t worry, mom! We think it´s cool”, Caroline reassured her, in her no nonsense kind of voice she had adopted from her mother. “She makes you happy. We like her a great deal. So it´s all right with us.”
“I must have done something right after all to deserve you”, Miranda shook her head, hugging them to her body.
She reminded the girls to be good for Andrea before she took her jacket and made her way down into the hall to say her good-byes to all the wonderful women and the exceptional young man of this family she now was a part of. Miranda felt honoured and glad that she and her girls had the opportunity to be part of such a community of people. They were already waiting for her when she descended the stairs with her daughters at her side.
Everybody took their time saying their good-bye making her promise to meet again as soon as possible. It was a promise she intended to keep and happily so.
Emily was already in the car, waiting for Miranda to join her. She and Bridget had promised each other to call and e-mail as often as their jobs would allow. Emily couldn´t wait until the Scottish woman would relocate to New York and neither could Bridget by the way she had looked at her. Emily still could feel those soft lips on her cheek where the tall woman had kissed her good-bye.
Andy accompanied Miranda to the car. She opened the door for her and kissed the older woman on the lips, surprised when Miranda put her arms around her neck pulling her against her body. It was a long wonderful passionate kiss, full of promises with a hint of sadness at their separation. When the kiss ended, Miranda refused to let go but embraced Andrea and with closed eyes she whispered into the younger woman´s ear.
“I love you, my darling. I´m going to miss you terribly, please be safe!”
“I love you too, Miranda. I´ll miss you too”, Andrea softly said, “I will be and will take good care of the girls.”
“I know you will”, Miranda didn´t doubt it for a minute.
Stepping out of the embrace Andy traced Miranda´s cheek with gentle fingers as if to memorise the older woman´s face through all her senses.
“Call me when you are home, no matter the time!”
“I will”, with a last peck to her lips Miranda, with Andrea´s help, climbed into the car.
Andy closed the door, watching until the car was out of sight. With a heavy heart she returned to the house. As soon as she saw the girls waiting for her though, the sadness vanished and was replaced by the joy of having Miranda´s girls with her. She was determined to make the best of her time with them, strengthening the bond they already shared.
In the car Miranda felt Emily´s eyes on her. She tried to be unobtrusive but failed miserably at it, oh yes, the girl had to still learn about being subtle. Miranda sighed heavily as she found she didn´t have it in her to be rude to the girl. She rolled her eyes at herself for being so pathetic but what could she do? She liked Emily, she truly was a good friend and maybe it was time to tell her.
“Spit it out Emily before you choke on it”, Miranda said, her voice missing its usual sting.
Emily jumped in her seat giving a little squeak for being caught.
“I... I... it´s just that I´m happy for you and Andy”, Emily stuttered but felt brave enough to say the words. “I think you both deserve it.”
“Thank you, Emily”, Miranda turned to her trusted assistant. “You have been a good friend to both of us. It will not go without reward.”
“Thank you, Miranda”, Emily mumbled, “but I didn´t do it to get something out of it.”
“I know and that makes it even more precious”, Miranda surprised the younger woman with the next words. “I do like you, Emily and I very much appreciate what you do for me on a daily basis.”
“Thank you”, Emily was awed.
“You are welcome”, Miranda sniffed, feeling that it was enough of that touchy-feely talk for the time being. “Now let´s go over my schedule for the coming week. I want to be free at the weekend, when Andrea and the girls return.”
“Yes, Miranda”, Emily agreed readily. Suppressing the small smile at Miranda´s change of attitude in a split second. Thank goodness, that woman would never change. Beware anybody who might think the Dragon Lady was going soft!
TBC