mirandameryl

Devil Wears Prada fics

"Windows" - Rating: M. / Pairing: Mirandy. / Summary/Prompt: You can see many things through windows...more than you would like at times.

"Love Divine" - Rating: M. / Pairing: Mirandy. / Summary/Promt: You can not avoid your destiny. / AN: In this story Miranda is Catholic, so there is a religious undertone, but nothing too heavy. Although, if you are still uncomfortable with this, please do not read. I wouldn't want to offend anyone.

"Just Hold On" - Rating: T. / Pairing: Mirandy. Though there isn't really much pairing. / Summary/Prompt: 'She saw the unshed tears welling up and the tear stained cheeks that moved with the words 'thank you' that seemed to whisper from the quivering lips of the woan in the hospital bed.'

"Cosmic Connection" - Rating: G. / Miranda and the twins. / Summary: A look into the home of Miranda Priestly. A little interaction between Miranda and the twins where she has an interesting thought. 


 Art/Manips

"Meryl Streep's 61st Birthday"
"Mirandy" The very first one I created.
"The Skyline Window" Created this one for the first chapter of my Windows story.
"Blue Mirandy" Second Mirandy manip. Lots of blue. lol
"Mirandy To-Be" Created from a scene in the movie "Damage" (not to be confused with the TV series "Damages") with Jeremy Irons and Juliette Binoche. 
"Miranda Takes Flight" Just had a thought of what Miranda would look like with wings.


Challenges/Memes

30 Day Meme - Contains all 30 days in one post. Links are given to all corresponding posts.
100 Women-Centered Fics - The link here is to a post containing the table of 100 subjects/prompts. All the corresponding ficlets/drabbles are linked to seperate posts. (WIP)

Andy took in a deep breath and quickly expelled it before taking a step into the building. Whether she likes it or not, this is the only job opportunity available with any hint of journalism. She plowed forward, through the front entrance only to lose momentum in her stride as she is overwhelmed by the lobby.

So many people were rushing around, some looking very business-like and important. Then others, like herself, were running after the sharper versions of themselves, bags around their shoulders and notepads in their hands on which they were scribbling furiously. Still, it seemed no matter how busy those people were, they all took the time to give Andy the once-over before continuing with their lives.

She walked up to the front desk, received her pass and made her way to the elevators. The elevator doors dinged open, a crowd of businessmen swarmed out. She was momentarily disoriented then focused back on the elevator that was beginning to close. She quickly jumped in and pressed the button to the Runway offices. Taking in a large breath and expelling it slowly, she closed her eyes not wanting to open them until the lift brought her to her destination, and ultimately her destiny.

~~~~~~

Miranda strode into her office with her usual list of things for Emily to do and didn’t even notice the brunette standing at the newly emptied desk that flanked her office. Though in the midst of taking off her coat, she caught a glimpse of the young woman and she trailed off of her list for a moment. Looking back at Emily, she quickly recovered and finished the demands as she walked into her office. Only then did she ask her first assistant who the young brunette was.

“Oh, um, it-it’s nobody. Just a new replacement for the assistant job HR sent up. But she-she’s totally…” Emily rambled on, which always annoyed Miranda.

“Well it seems I’ll have to be the judge of that because the last two that you sent me were completely incompetent. So send her in.” Miranda went to sit in her chair. “That’s all.”

Miranda watched as Emily flew out the double doors; a small smirk on her lips. The redhead was a wonderfully dutiful assistant, but she was a bit of a nervous twit.

The editor looked over to her left at the photos placed in just a way that they all pointed directly at her. The first being her dear parents in an old-fashioned sepia photo, the second being the twins in a family photo shoot they had done on a whim, and the final was a headshot of Stephen. That final photo stirred up the emotions within her once more. She began the mantra in her head: “I am content with Stephen. I am happy with him.”

She turned from the collection of frames and the next form she saw was the young woman aspiring to be her assistant. The mantra instantly died in her mind as those espresso doe eyes made her ice cold heart melt and lit a fire in her belly.

~~~~~~

Andy had a plan in her mind that she was going to work for Miranda and in a year, her dreams of being a journalist would come true, but she saw those liquid sapphire irises and she felt those plans slowly changing. She didn’t know that’s what it was; she just felt that sensation of butterflies in her stomach and marked it up as nerves. Boy, was she going to be surprised.

Andy put on the air of confidence and walked over to place her resume on the editor’s desk. Taking a step back, she noticed the older woman was giving her the once-over as the others had down in the lobby. But this time she felt surprisingly naked under this woman’s glare.

Though it was probably a rather accurate metaphor because in Miranda’s mind, she was undressing the brunette with her eyes; ever so slowly.

Snapping back to the present, Miranda skimmed over the resume before tossing it to the side and expectantly looking up at the newcomer. “And you are?”

“I-I’m Andrea Sachs. My friends call me Andy.” She stuttered and beamed a smile at Miranda.

Finding herself staring, Miranda looked down at the newspaper on her desk. “And what are you doing here?”

“Uh-um…well, to be blunt, I need a job. There wasn’t much to choose from, really, so it was this or Auto Universe. But I think I can do well as your assistant.” Andy realized she had probably put her foot in her mouth just then and beamed a wider smile at the editor.

Well. If that wasn’t a proverbial ‘F-You’ to Runway and Miranda, the editor didn’t know what was.

“So you don’t read Runway?” Miranda was a tad irate, but didn’t want to show it just yet.

“No…” Andy tensed up.

“And before today, you had never heard of me?” The editor took in a deep breath.

“N-no?” Andy grimaced and didn’t know if she should just run right this second and forget this ever happened, or stand here like a woman and take the verbal abuse that was undoubtedly on its way.

“So tell me, Andrea. Why should I hire you?” Miranda was in full Ice Queen Mode by this point. She whipped her head up and glared at the offender; daring her to say anything out of line again.

Andy stood there, her mouth gaping and mind grasping at something to say. Mostly because she was put on the spot to sell herself and the rest of it was because at the sound of this woman’s voice saying her name, her insides clenched. She blushed a deep pink.

“Hmm. That’s all.” Miranda shooed her out with two dismissive waves of her hands.

Andy was slightly offended at this. She wasn’t going to simply be ‘waved away’ when she hasn’t even stated why she should have the job. “I may not know that much about fashion, but I’m smart and I can learn quickly. When there’s a task set in front of me, I do my best to accomplish it. I work very hard...” She had begun to get riled up in her speech, but luckily someone came from behind her and distracted Miranda.

“Miranda, I need you to look these over once more before they go to print.” A dapper man had entered and took a stand beside the editor, laying photos on the desk.

The older woman gave Andy the once-over again and turned her attention to the papers on her desk. Andy shook her head and left.

When the elevators opened this time, it was empty. Good thing, too, because Andy was in no mood for people at the moment. Walking to the very back of the lift, she laid her head back on the wall, breathing deep as she descended to the lobby. She exited the lift and deposited her pass as she walked by the main desk.

Feeling defeated, her new plan was to go home and pig out on a quart of Ben & Jerry’s. Just then she heard her name being called out. Turning around, she saw the redhead from Miranda’s office waving her back. Had Miranda changed her mind or was she going to be abused by the editor’s eyes some more before she was finally sent home for good? Either way she was going to get to see Miranda again!

… Wait a minute.

Andy stood still in her tracks. Was she just excited to get to see Miranda again??

~~~~~~~

Andy had been Miranda’s new second assistant for almost two months now. All things considered, it was going well. Ok, so maybe ‘well’ was an exaggeration, but still. Having a job was better than being unemployed, right?

The brunette walked into Nigel’s office and dropped the photos Miranda had requested be reshot with a “thinner and prettier” model. Andy thought that the woman looked to be a size 2 and like a young Heidi Klum.

As the photos slid across the table to land directly in front of Nigel’s downward gaze, he looked up and into Andy’s irritated eyes.

“Are you alright?” Nigel asked, perking an eyebrow up.

“Yes, Nigel, I’m just a ray of fucking sunshine…” Andy snapped back, almost surprising herself along with Nigel.

“Oh. Well then. I’ll leave you to it.” Nigel shook his head in a sarcastic nod and looked down at the new photos.

“I’m sorry Nigel. I didn’t mean to get so snippy.” Andy shot him an apologetic glance. “It’s just Miranda. She’s been so insufferable lately.” She furrowed her brow and huffed out her annoyance. “Isn’t there anything you notice that’s different about Miranda?” Andy asked with true curiosity.

“Well, from the looks of it, she’s trying to keep you away by making you run needless errands for her. I was going to be in there in less than an hour to pick these up.” He motioned his hand across the photos. “And besides the fact that she’s trying to give the rest of us a stroke by thinking she’s changed from the Ice Queen to the Fairy Godmother, then no.” Nigel sarcastically quipped. “I have seen her like this before, though. The Dragon Lady is falling in love. From the sounds of it, she’s got her sights set on you, Six.” Nigel raised an eyebrow and nodded his head towards a shocked brunette.

“Oh my god, Nigel. Do you really think so?” She knew Miranda was sending her off more than usual, apparently to keep from being distracted. Sometimes the editor grazed her skin as they walked past or handed things off, and the both of them would share a quick glance before Miranda blushed and left. But hearing it from Nigel made her shiver; in a good way. Her eyes lit up.

“I’m not just saying it to hear myself chatter.” His eyes widened, but then softened as a smirk came across his face. “As I said, I’ve seen her like this before, and it’s unmistakable. Don’t screw this up, Six.” Nigel pointed the eraser of his pencil to Andy and tapped her nose.

~~~~~~

Later that evening, Andy was fulfilling her newly donned responsibilities and delivering the Book.

Andy opened the door to the townhouse and attempted to enter silently. Though no matter how quiet she tried to be, Miranda’s supersonic hearing could capture anything.

“Andrea.” A soft voice came from the study.

Taking in a breath and fixing her hair, Andy marched towards the room with confidence, prepared for a list of commands to be fired at her.

Miranda looked up at the brunette and for a short moment, couldn’t breathe. “Andrea, you will accompany me to Paris. No questions. That’s all.” She said and went back to editing the Book.

Andy’s face drooped. She was certainly not prepared for this. “N-n-no, Miranda. That’s not all and I definitely have questions. Why me and not Emily?” She was dumbfounded.

“Obviously because Emily is terribly sick.” Miranda rolled her eyes. “By not taking this opportunity, I assume you’re not serious about your career at Runway or any other publication.” Miranda snidely retorted. Though she was calm on the outside, she was trembling inside, praying Andrea would accept the invitation to Paris.

In her mind, Andy was unraveling at the thought of being in Paris. She didn’t know if she could do that to Emily. The redhead would be devastated she couldn’t go. Then Andy became aware that she would be ‘alone’ with Miranda in Paris and the thought of Emily flew out the window. She’d make it up to her somehow. “Alright, I-I’ll go.” She nodded her head repeatedly.

Miranda allowed herself to show Andy a satisfied smile. “Wonderful.” She had been hoping during the entire conversation that Andy would notice she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her sweater was already halfway off her shoulder, and make a move. God knows she wouldn’t object. But it seems either the brunette hadn’t noticed or was hesitant to make the move, so Miranda shuffled slightly to let the fabric fall lower off her shoulder and looked up at Andy with a ‘come hither’ gaze.

Andy’s jaw went slack. She finally noticed.

Miranda noted that the young woman’s breathing had quickened and she looked a little flushed. She tilted her head to the side more, extending her neck.

Andy took a step closer and as she did, Miranda reached out and pulled her into her lap, the Book tossed onto the seat beside them. Andy straddled the editor’s lap, took her face in her hands and urgently pressed her lips to the plump and willing lips in front of her. The editor let out a moan and quickly grasped the brunette’s hips, digging her nails into the young flesh.

The kiss became urgent and needy so quickly. Andy began nibbling and sucking on Miranda’s bottom lip as the editor licked at the young woman’s upper lip. Tongues then began fighting for dominance, each touching every inch of the other’s mouth.

“Mom!” the twins cried out. Their heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.

Before Miranda knew it, Andy gasped, jumped off of her and trotted out of the townhouse.

“What is it, Bobbsies?” She called back out to them, trying to hold in her frustration.

“We can’t sleep. Read us a story please?” Cassidy yelled back down.

“I’ll be up there in a few minutes.” Miranda answered, ending the conversation.

Miranda glared at the door for a few minutes willing Andrea to come back inside. When her attempts had failed, she pursed her lips and resumed editing the Book. She had lost this battle, but she will win this war.

~~~~~

A few weeks later

Miranda awoke this morning with her whole body aching. She didn’t sleep well last night due to her mind running over thoughts of Andrea and her failing marriage. She had finally cried herself to sleep when thoughts of her twins came up; how disappointed they would be in their mother when they found out she had run off another father-figure…

She didn’t even have to look to her left to know Stephen wasn’t there; his obnoxious snoring was absent. She lay there for a few moments, her mind going over a few details of the day and blue eyes roaming the ceiling. With ease, she slid out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Walking out of the steamy bathroom, Miranda almost stumbled over her luggage. The upcoming Paris trip would start tomorrow; she and Andrea would have to leave early in the morning. Miranda let herself smile at the thought of the brunette. Admittedly, she had grown attached to the woman; even comfortable with her. That was more than she could say about her current husband, or any of the others for that matter. Though she and Andrea aren’t an established pair as of yet, the young woman certainly tried to woo her boss at every possible opportunity; probably due to advice from Nigel. She’ll have to remember to thank him.

In the beginning, Miranda adored the attention and the fact that Andrea could be both charming and efficient at the same time. The longer Andrea stayed the more Miranda was, dare say, attracted to the brunette.

They had shared a few heated moments in the private bathroom in Miranda’s office, barely staying under the ‘Emily radar’, and more than a few times made out in Miranda’s study when Andy would deliver the Book. But they hadn’t yet had a chance to go all the way. They would either be interrupted by Nigel, Emily or the girls. To Miranda, Paris was the opportunity they had been waiting for.

~~~~~~

The flight to Paris had been surprisingly smooth, without that many schedule changes and phone calls to make. Miranda had been comfortable enough to drift in and out of sleep, to everyone’s surprise.

After a long day of ‘assisting’, Andy walked in to Miranda’s suite to go over the seating for the benefit tomorrow once more, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw that the editor was crying. She sat her things down and timidly stepped closer to her. She sat sideways on the couch beside the editor and took one of the shaking hands into her own.

“Miranda, what’s wrong?” Andy said, caressing the back of Miranda’s hand with her thumb.

“Stephen’s divorcing me.” The older woman said with a sniffle.

“I’m so sorry. Is it because of me?” Andy asked with slight fear.

“No.” Miranda squeezed Andy’s hand reassuringly. “He’s tired of me never being around. Supposedly, I’m not the same woman he married a year ago.” She chuckled at this, but then became very solemn again. “I really don’t care what he thinks. But my…my girls. It’s so unfair to my girls.” Miranda softly cried. “It’s my fault, anyways. I should have been more careful. Introducing Stephen into their lives and chancing them actually liking him - and when they do get attached, he gets ripped out of their lives. I just–I hate doing this to them…“ Miranda tried to stifle her sob and stand from the couch. As she stood, Andy stood with her and pulled her into a hug. Miranda stood shocked for a moment, but then melted into the hug; a welcome release of emotions.

The hug was warm and extremely pleasant. Andy took a deep breath and found that Miranda smelled of wild roses.

Miranda marveled in the contact. Breathing in the vanilla scent of Andy was intoxicating. Soon her hands were traveling over the young woman’s back, taking in and memorizing every inch; even the slight bump indicating the clasp of a bra. Then she gasped as she felt the hands on her back slide down to roam over her hips and buttocks.

They pulled apart and stared into each others’ lustful eyes. The brave brunette leant in, placing a kiss on Miranda’s lips, and quickly pulled back. She bit her lip thinking that maybe she shouldn’t have done that.

That did it for Miranda. She grabbed the woman’s face and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their mouths molded together, tongues managed to break past swollen lips and wrestle for dominance.

The younger woman took control and moved the pair to sit on the couch where Andy straddled the editor’s lap. Beginning to remove her top, Miranda stopped the brunette. “Not here. Get up.” Before Andy had too much time to sulk, the older woman grabbed her by the wrist and guided her to the suite’s bedroom, slamming it shut as they entered.

Miranda pushed Andrea back on the bed with a soft groan. The editor quickly crawled upon the bed, and straddled the young woman; Andy arched in want.

The older woman ripped the brunette’s blouse off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She gasped at the wonderful sight beneath her.

Andy reached up to grab the hem of Miranda’s blouse and with ease, tugged it off over her head. She then wrapped her arms around the editor’s neck and pulled her down so she could nibble at the pale skin on the older woman’s neck.

Miranda gasped and whimpered at the contact, swiftly moving her hands to Andy’s back, unhooking her bra. She pulled up enough to remove the undergarment then leaned back down to capture a nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling gently, gaining soft whimpers from the young woman.

Miranda then moved down Andrea’s legs, taking the young woman’s skirt with her. Tossing it to the floor, she removed her own skirt, discarding it as the previous garment.

The editor then slipped her thigh between the brunette’s and thrust hard against her clit. Andy yelped and pushed her thigh between Miranda’s, earning a strangled groan.

The editor kissed the voluptuous breasts then trailed her lips down the taught stomach to the apex of the young woman’s thighs. Miranda shivered as she breathed in the sweet musky aroma.

Soon Miranda’s tongue was teasing Andy’s clit, flicking fast and then licking slow. All the while, the brunette moaned and whimpered her desire.

“M-miranda…pl-please…” Andy struggled to say.

“Hm? Please what?” Miranda purred.

"Fuck me.” Andy blurted out in a deep, needy voice.

Miranda received goose-bumps at the statement, not just the words themselves, but the tone in the young woman’s voice. Quickly she took the clit into her mouth, sucking it hard and slow as she pushed in two fingers roughly.

As the young woman began feeling the fingers move inside her, her eyes rolled back into her head. “Oh god, Miranda…”

The editor smirked to herself and then nibbled softly on the young clit, curling her fingers inside to hit a sweet spot. Andrea yelped and screamed at the pleasure, but it wasn’t enough yet. “M-more.”

“More what?” Miranda asked only slightly confused.

“More fingers…” Andy whimpered out

The editor quickly obeyed and shoved another finger into the young woman’s hot center, curling and hitting that certain spot hard. She could tell Andrea was close by the panting whimpers.

Miranda sucked harder, rolling her tongue over the hard clit and thrusting inside.

“God yes, Miranda…” Andy moaned, her body arching off the bed and nails digging into the sheets.

Miranda stopped all her movements to add another finger slowly. Striking hard against her g-spot, Andrea’s climax rose quickly, almost to the point of release.

Andrea rode the nimble fingers inside her, panting and whimpering Miranda’s name. With a heavy suck on her clit, fingers pressing against that wonderful spot, the young woman came so hard she arched off the bed, screaming her lover’s name.

“Oh…my…god…Mir…an…da…” Andy managed to whisper out as she laid flat on her back, regaining her breath and enjoying her orgasm.

Smirking, Miranda gently caressed the young woman’s thigh. “Glad you enjoyed that. Feel better do we?” She giggles softly.

All Andy could do was nod as her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing returning to normal. Miranda continued to caress the shaky thigh.

As the young woman regained her composer, she sat up and took Miranda in her arms, kissing her so tenderly. She had never experienced pleasure like that before.

Miranda returned the kiss, never knowing she could get such bliss from giving another woman pleasure. Then she heard a whisper in her ear, “Your turn.” The young voice whispered, and before she knew it, she was on her back and Andrea was straddling her.

The brunette pulled down the editor’s undergarments and tossed the soaking fabric to the floor. Her hand slid down the older woman’s stomach to her thighs and then slowly made their way to her hot center, trailing her fingers across the wet folds, drenching her digits with the magnificent liquid.

“Don’t tease me, Andrea…” Miranda whispered, trying not to show how much she really needs this.

As the young woman looked into the editor’s eyes, she thrust in three fingers easily, making Miranda yelp loudly. Andy continued to thrust in and out, curling her fingers at the right spot and the right time.

Miranda’s climax was quickly rising, sooner than she had hoped. The feeling of this amazing woman inside her was too pleasurable for it to end so quickly.

The young woman came up to the editor’s breasts and bit a nipple. Miranda arched towards the mouth now worshiping her breast.

Andy soon licked her way down to where her fingers were, lapping up the juices that poured out from the small spaces around her fingers. Her tongue found its way to Miranda’s clit and quickly began sucking and licking it furiously, making the older woman emit loud whimpers and her body roll.

Harsher sucks and deeper thrusts pushed Miranda to the edge of release. “Oh god, Andrea!” She screamed. “Please…please…” Miranda shook her head from side to side, pleading for that release.

Shivers ran down Andy’s spine as she shoved her fingers in deep, hitting the sweet spot over and over until she felt Miranda’s body clench and jerk, and felt the rush of her release pool in her hand, hearing her lover scream, “Oh GOD, Andreaaaa!”

Now it was Andrea’s turn to have the proud smirk on her face. She had just witnessed her powerful boss shiver and whimper at her hand. It was so sexy. It made her want her more than before. She’d quickly become addicted to her sounds, her movements, the way her hips jerked as she came.

But Miranda had to recover. She lay on her back, legs tangled around Andrea’s waist and arms laid above her head on the pillow, breathing heavily. How someone like Andrea could bring out so much ecstasy in her was astounding. She marveled in it.

After a few moments, Miranda took in a deep breath and rose up slightly to look her lover in the eyes. “God, you’re amazing.”

Andy giggles softly and smiles down at Miranda. “I could say the same for you, darling.”

The editor blushes slightly and reaches her hand out to the younger woman. “Come down and lay with me.”

Andy’s eyes widen before she blinks and smiles warmly to her new lover, taking her place beside the older woman. This was the Miranda, the Ice Queen Miranda, wanting to snuggle after having sex. It was all Andy could want and more. She moved her hand to gently brush away a stray lock of hair from the editor’s face then cupped her cheek, leaning in to place a tender kiss upon luscious pink lips.

The pair snuggled beneath the covers, smiling and kissing until they fell into a blissful asleep in each other’s arms, each comforted by the warmth of the other.

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Miranda awoke and smiled with the remembrance of last night. She loosely wrapped her night coat around her and walked out to the patio that overlooked the city. As she opened the French doors that were already slightly ajar, she saw Andy standing next to the railing, propping her forearms on it and holding a mug of coffee. To the right of her, there was a table with a steaming hot mug of coffee on it. Apparently Andy knew Miranda would be up soon.

The young woman heard her lover walk out onto the patio and turned her head around her shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.”

With a smile, Miranda sauntered over to the standing woman and wrapped her arms around her waist, placing a gentle kiss on the young woman’s neck. “Good morning, to you, my Andrea.”

A few minutes later, the two women were sitting at the small table in the kitchen enjoying breakfast. Andy’s Blackberry sounded the time for them to leave for the first event of the day.

Grabbing it up, she relayed to Miranda that they had exactly thirty minutes to get ready to leave and the driver would be outside waiting.

“Alright, love.” Miranda replied standing from her chair and taking a step towards Andy. She cupped the young woman’s cheek and gave her a quick kiss before dashing off into her room to get dressed.

~~~~~

For the afternoon benefit, Miranda and Andy sit beside each other at a table in the middle of the room. Miranda is minding her own business, in between listening to the speaker and lost in her thoughts. Then she feels a hand slide up her thigh. She shivers slightly and her eyes portray shock and arousal before the calm persona returned. The hand inched higher and the older woman had to try harder to stay calm.

Finally, she reached down her own hand and stilled the movement. She clasped her hand around Andy’s and squeezed it for good measure. She was about to let it go before she noticed the young woman was caressing her hand. A small smile played on the corners of her lips and she ran her thumb over Andy’s hand before letting go.

She knew this was going to hurt herself more than Andy.

~~~~~

The two women were in the car on the way to the final event for the day. Miranda took a deep breath, looking straight ahead as she began to speak. “Andrea, we can’t keep doing this. This has to end. This will end.” She stated blatantly, while trying to hold back her emotion. “All this was a mistake.” Miranda whispered the last sentence then sucked in a breath as if to bring the words back. She hoped Andrea didn’t hear what she had just said.

“Wh-what? I don’t understand.” Andy felt blindsided.

“I won’t repeat myself.” Not that she wanted to, but she literally couldn’t; her throat had already constricted to the point of cutting off her breathing. Miranda turned her head towards the window, avoiding eye contact with the young woman.

The brunette turned sideways in the car’s seat. “But, we made love last night-I don’t-I-I love you, Miranda.” Andy’s confusion was being pushed aside by her inner will to keep Miranda at any cost; even by blurting out her thoughts and feelings.

Choked up by the admission, Miranda struggled with her words. “Yes, I know, my beautiful Andrea.” Turning back to face the young woman, Miranda placed a gentle hand on her cheek, Andy nuzzled into it. “Which is why I must let you go. You’re an attractive, intelligent young woman that’s career focused and those characteristics open endless amount of doors for you. Our relationship will only hinder you.” Miranda removed her hand and let it rest in her lap.

“So that’s it? You just expect me to stop loving you? I-I can’t do that, Miranda.” Andy leans in and looked disbelievingly at the older woman.

“I know that it might take some – some time, but I – I do hope that eventually you could put aside your feelings for me and move on.” Miranda had her eyes shut and her head bowed low in anticipation of the tears ready to fall. She knew that if she caught one glimpse of Andy right now, she wouldn’t be able to press on with this.

“You’re speaking nonsense now.” Andy’s brow furrowed in confusion and sadness.

“It’s not nonsense, Andrea. You try to please me more than you try to please yourself. That’s nonsense.” Miranda shook her head slightly and pursed her lips.

Andy couldn’t believe her ears. Miranda was breaking up with her. In Paris of all places. “But pleasing you does please me. Miranda, what’s the real reason for this?”

They pulled up to their destination. “I can’t let you be another loss for the girls. I think it best if we traveled back separately.” She looked over and met eyes with the brunette. “You’ll always be my Andrea.” The older woman said painfully as she slid on her sunglasses, gave a half-hearted smile towards Andy, and exited the car.

Andy slowly shook her head and tried not to cry. “Alright. Fine.” She turned towards her door and waited for Miranda to close her own door before she got out. As she exited, she stopped to watch Miranda ascend the stairs to the event. “I didn’t think it was a mistake.” She closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheek. At least she didn’t cry in front of Miranda, right? She walked away, her hair swishing violently behind her.

Miranda turned to introduce Andy as her assistant, but she wasn’t there. The woman was halfway across the street. The editor lets out a sigh as she closed her eyes. Slowly opening them, there was a small part of her that hoped she was just imagining things and that Andy would be at her side; that nothing would have changed. But she knew that wasn’t reality. With a feeling of sadness gnawing in her chest, she continued to walk inside.

Making her way to her designated spot next to the runway, the lights dimmed, her focus shifting from the models back to Andrea. She thought of the way she had left: not even a goodbye. Though Miranda guessed she deserved it on some level. She was the one that ended their relationship/affair.

Miranda picked up her phone and dialed Andy’s. The call instantly went to voicemail. Miranda was pissed off now. It’s one thing to storm off like a child, but it was another to outright ignore a person. If that’s the way Andy wanted to play it, the Ice Queen would beat her at her own game.

~~~~~~~~~~

Upon returning to New York, Andy found herself out of a job, out of a boyfriend (who was now in Boston), and not-so-surprisingly, missing a certain platinum-haired woman. No matter how much she tried, Andy couldn’t put Miranda out of her mind. It was the small things that kept that iconic image there. Even accidentally burning her tongue with coffee reminded her of the editor.

The next week, she lived off her savings while putting applications in everywhere. Being unemployed and single really was for the birds. Out of nowhere, she received a call from Nate saying he was in town for a couple of days and that he’d like to see her one last time. So she gave in and said she’d be at, what used to be, their usual place to eat.

Not even an hour later, she received a call from The New York Mirror telling her she had a job interview today. Perhaps things were looking up.

She met with Nate then went to her job interview. This day had turned out to be the beginning of something good. Nate told her he had gotten the job as a Souse-Chef in Boston and left his contact info just in case she needed it. Highly unlikely, but she pocketed the slip of paper anyway. She had received the job at The Mirror and that was where Miranda made an unknown appearance with a positive note of recommendation. Surprise via La Priestly.

She headed back home with a bounce in her step. That was until she spotted the silver Mercedes. Her heart skittered and then stopped. Shortly after seeing the vehicle, she saw those platinum locks flowing a few feet away. She stood dumbfounded, people kept bustling past her blithely unaware that the reason she existed was on the other side of the street.

Miranda’s eyes came to rest on Andy. Her heart sped up and her mouth became dry. That girl had the nerve to wave at her. Didn’t that young woman know that if she made a simple move towards this car Miranda would open her arms wide for her? But no, she just stood there. So Miranda removed her sunglasses and faded into the Mercedes.

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Andy’s cell rang and she saw that it was on the other side of her bed on the nightstand. She ran, hopped and slid across the bed to pick up her phone before it stopped ringing. Her chest tightened in hopes that it was Miranda finally calling her back, but her heart sank when she saw the name on the screen: Doug.

“Hey Doug.” Andy answered disappointedly.

“Well don’t sound so enthused…” Doug retorted sarcastically, though he felt slightly hurt.

“Sorry Dougie. What’s up?” She replied, trying to lighten her tone.

“Me and Lily were heading out for drinks tonight and wondered if you wanted to come along.”

Andy knew she shouldn’t go out with them tonight, especially since there would be alcohol involved, but she hadn’t seen them in so long it would be nice to go out. “Yea I’ll go. I gotta celebrate nabbing this job. But you have to put a limit on me. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last time.”

They both laughed, though Andy’s was a bit more forced. Last time they had went out for drinks, Andy spilled the beans of all the details between her and her sexual partners and then proceeded to attempt to dance on the table. It was a long and embarrassing night for all involved.

“Great. See you at 8!” Doug exclaimed and hung up the phone.

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It was past midnight when Andy stumbled out of the club. In an attempt to keep her upright, Lily and Doug grabbed her arms and pulled her up, but Andy jerked her arms out of their hands and promptly fell to the ground.

“Andy you need to get home. Doug, call a cab.” Lily turned around to her friend and snapped her fingers.

“Th’ o’ly call I wan’ make is t’ M’randa.” Andy said, slurring her words, but her temper was clear.

“Yes, Andy, we know. You’ve been talking about her all night.” Lily was annoyed at Andy for still investing her entire heart into the relationship with Miranda and highly peeved at Miranda for breaking her best friend’s heart.

“Well, then g’ve me muh phone and le’ me call her!” Andy struggled to stand from the sidewalk and clasped onto Lily for support.

“She never answers you, Andy! Even when you call her office, Emily gives you some bullshit excuse for Miranda! Just forget about that bitch, Andy!” Lily was peeved at the drunken brunette now.

“Don’ you EV’R call M’randa a bitch, you bitch!” Andy was becoming defensive. “Jus’ gimme the damn phone!” She sounded pleading this time.

“First let us get you home.” Doug said as the cab pulled up and he opened the door.

“Fine.” Fully standing now, Andy took clumsy steps to the cab then proceeded to fall into the vehicle; Lily close behind her.

~~~

The next morning, Miranda went through her voicemail around lunch time. The most recent was from last night. It sounded as if the brunette was drunk and obviously distressed and angry. “There’s o’ly so mush I c’n take, M’randa…” The editor knew the young woman would forget about the call by the morning so didn’t make a big fuss over it; though the drunken sobs and f-bombs would be permanently burned into her memory.

The one before that was from a few days earlier. It simply said “Miranda…I miss you.” Admittedly that was the one that hurt the worst. She missed Andrea too, but she kept telling herself this was for the best. She couldn’t let either one of them become too attached. But she was afraid it was too late for that. They were more attached than she could even explain.

She sighed and deleted the messages. It wouldn’t to her any good to keep them. She’d only replay them until she memorized every single syllable.

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One month later, Andy got the chance of a lifetime. Greg, her boss at The Mirror, gave her the opportunity to go to Washington and cover a feminist rally. She had been packing for the entire week, wanting to be thoroughly prepared for the trip. When the day finally came, she found herself mentally unprepared. There was just something nagging in the back of her mind. She couldn’t understand what it was, though. If it was Miranda, it would be in the forefront of her mind. If it was doubts about flying, those would be out the window as soon as she fell asleep on the flight, so that wasn’t it. It bugged her that she couldn’t figure out what this uneasy feeling was about.

With slight hesitation, she called a cab to drive her to the airport.

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Andy sat in the lobby, waiting for her flight. She decided to call Miranda one last time.

She was instantly put to voicemail.

“Figures.” Andy huffed out.

When the beep signaled to leave a message, Andy took in a deep breath. “Miranda, I’m flying to Washington to cover a protest gathering. I’m tired of calling you all the time and never getting an answer back, so whenever you decide I’m good enough for a response, let me know.” She hung up the phone and closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that begged to fall. What she had said was probably a bit harsh, but, damn it, Miranda wasn’t playing fair either. Maybe the editor was right; Andy would learn to forget her eventually…

The call for her flight pulled her from her thoughts and she stood from her seat to make her way to the gate. Her brown jacket hanging on an arm and suitcase being pulled by her free hand, her stilettos could be heard across the building clacking across the floor. Once again, Runway popped into her mind and no amount of fighting would keep the memories at bay. The thoughts of a panicked Nigel running through the halls made her laugh softly. Emily with her snooty attitude made her smirk and roll her eyes. And the image of Miranda made her whole body ache with longing and desire. Despite her legs feeling limp, she continued to the gate.

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When Miranda arrived home, the twins were there with the TV on.

“Hello my Bobbsies. Have a nice time at your father’s?” She asked, giving them each a kiss on the top of their head.

“Yes, mom.” Cassidy replied with a smile.

“Yes, mother.” Caroline stated and leaned around Miranda to look at the TV.

Miranda remembered that there is an unplayed message on her phone and took it out. Looking at the caller, it was Andrea again. She walked into her study to listen to the message.

“Flying…Washington…good enough…” Miranda has a confused look etched into her face; unblinking and taking in shallow breaths. Her eyes locked on picture framed in gold sitting on her desk. It was a candid photo of her and Andrea that Nigel had taken. They were laughing. Had anyone known what they were laughing at, they probably would have wanted to have their brain washed. But nevertheless, the photo made a bold statement, especially in black and white: they were happy together.

When the message ended, the twins yelled out for their mother to come and see the news that flashed across the screen.

She walked in with the phone glued to her ear, listening to the message again. As soon as she saw that the flight to Washington has crashed, she dropped her phone and all the blood drained from her face.

She then somberly retreated back to her study, closed the door and sat at her desk to think about her actions towards Andy before the crash.

I was too afraid to take the chance of loving her. I was just afraid to lose her; to lose the only other person I’ve truly loved. Now I haven’t taken that risk and lost her for good…. Oh god Miranda, why didn’t you just allow yourself to love her?

As Miranda sat there in her lament, the girls called out to her. “Mom, there’s someone at the door!”

With hesitation, she rose from her chair and marched down the hall to the front door. “It better be the bloody President right now or else…” She opened the door to see big doe eyes staring back at her.

“Oh my GOD!” Miranda screamed out, making the twins jump.

Miranda lurched towards Andy and pulled her into a tight hug. “I thought you were on the plane to Washington!”

“Told Greg I couldn’t make it.” Andy’s reply was strained due to Miranda squeezing her so close to her body. The editor was stronger than she looked.

“Andrea…” Miranda began crying.

“Miranda…” Andy pulled back and looked deeply into sapphire eyes. Cupping the editor’s face, she used her thumbs to remove her tears.

“I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you long ago…” Miranda whispered.

“Shh….” Andy gently kissed the older woman’s lips and tasted her bittersweet tears. “I love you, too.”

“Em, who is Miranda on the phone with?” Andy asked the redhead, agitation in her voice.

“Stephen. She’s attempting to get back with him. God knows why.” Emily rolled her eyes and returned to her work.

Andy stood still with her eyes wide and mouth in a form that looks as if she tasted something unpleasant.

Andy marched into Miranda’s office and slammed the door shut. She had her eyes locked on Miranda’s as she marched to stand in front of her. Miranda’s eyes were cast in a worried glare, but she knew Andy knew now. Still holding her phone to her ear she quietly said, “I’ll call you back.” And shut her phone, placing it on the desk.

“I can’t believe you, Miranda.” Andy spat, shaking her head.

“You don’t understand, Andrea.” Miranda tried to speak, but Andy beat her to it. She had something to get off her chest.

“What I understand, Miranda, is that Stephen has an addiction to pain killers, an anger problem, he's egotistical, and not to mention domineering. Also, what I understand is that you’re an amazing woman who doesn’t deserve a man like that. And neither do your girls. They deserve a father figure in their life who is stable!” Andy was irate by this time. It was a good thing she had closed the door, but Emily was still hearing the brunette’s raised voice.

There was a silence as Andy’s fiery eyes stared into Miranda’s melting blue ones.

“He almost hit you, Miranda. He has trash-talked you to the tabloids.” Andy leaned down to prop her hands on the desk, only inches from the editor’s face. “He made you cry.”

The editor took in a deep breath and looked away from the young woman’s all-knowing, yet loving, glare. Miranda knew all these things to be true, but she had loved Stephen. He had been nice to her. He was a comforting fixture in her life; a constant variable.

“What happened to the Miranda who was confident that leaving Stephen was the right decision for her and her girls?” Andy questioned entreatingly.

 “I was….wrong.” Miranda closed her eyes and lowered her head.

“Wrong about what, pray tell? Did Stephen manipulate you to think that or did you actually come up with that yourself?” Andy stood and put her hands on her hips. “You know what Miranda...” Sticking out her neck, she pursed her lips in a true La Priestly fashion. “…I don’t care, anymore. It’s your life; your choice. I just hope you know what the hell you’re doing.” Andy lowered her arms to her side, but before she turned, she let Miranda see the hurt on her own face then quietly opened the office door, slipped out and clicked it shut.

Miranda’s face was blank as she stared at the door. Her phone vibrated atop the desk. She moved her stare to the device, leaned back in her chair, and placed her hands in her lap. Miranda still had a choice to make…and for the first time, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.

Title: Lust
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: M+
Summary: A night at the office...
Disclaimer: The obvious...
Author's Note: Urm...well...just -ahem- enjoy. -giggles-
Beta: the lovely MirandaMinerva
Feedback: As always, comments are loved and feel free to leave your thoughts.

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Miranda sat at her desk reviewing the day’s work. It was past time to go home and she was sure everyone had already left by now. A few short knocks informed her of otherwise.

“Miranda…” Andy’s smooth silky voice called out.

“Yes, Andrea?” She had begun to chide the young woman for not going home…until the site of a lace clad brunette walked in her office. Her voice died along with the will for Andrea to go home. The editor was frozen; and not in the Ice Queen fashion.

The scantily clad young woman slowly walked up to the glass desk that was completely covered in papers. She bent at the hips, holding herself above the organized chaos, teasing Miranda with her bosoms.

Miranda looked longingly at those perfectly cupped breasts and sighed. Her eyes flickered up to meet deep brown ones. She knew exactly what this shade of brown meant: Lust.

“Close your eyes.” Andy breathed out.

Hastily obeying, Miranda sat for a few moments until a complete silence had befallen them. She risked peeking to find the brunette had disappeared. Opening both eyes with a startle, she looked around in an attempt to find her temptress.

She jumped as she felt something rub her leg. Miranda kicked out, barely missing the brunette’s head. She heard a little squeal and tilted her head down. “There you are. And just what are you doing down there?” The editor raised a poised brow.

“Well, I thought I was caressing your leg…” Andy stated in an innocent tone. The kind of innocent tone one portrayed when one was being far from innocent.

“Hmm. Right you are. Continue.” Miranda said in a low raspy voice and sat straight once again.

Andy began to massage the editor’s outer thighs, slowly moving to the tops and then to the insides which she, equally as slowly, spread apart.

Andy heard the editor take in a breath and heard her name pour out of the woman’s mouth. “Andrea…” Miranda had softly whispered just as she always does in these intimate moments, setting the young woman’s inner fire ablaze along with the desire to make the fashion goddess scream her name.

Andy began at the older woman’s ankle, gently making circles around the protruding bone. Then warm lips followed the absence of the fingertips, sucking at the skin and lightly biting it.

Miranda shivered and hissed her pleasure.

Fingertips once again began their dance along Miranda’s flesh, moving upwards to her knee. It was a good thing she decided not to wear the pantyhose today otherwise she wouldn’t have felt the warm wet tongue follow the trail of fingertips up her calf.

The sensation left her breathless and her nerves gathered at the apex of her thighs; aching to be touched with the same passion of the lucky leg.

Agile fingers made their way to the now throbbing apex and bypassed it, traveling to slowly gyrating hips, grabbing the obstructing fabric of Miranda’s panties and pulling them down to rest upon the floor.

For a short moment, all movement stopped. Miranda heard a slight rustle before she felt faint breaths upon her newly exposed flesh. Then, a hot burst of breath hit her center and a thick hot tongue entered her soaking wet body inciting a shaky, raspy moan to come forth from the editor.

The agile muscle circulated and penetrated her so forcefully, she had to bite her lip to mute whimpers of pleasure.

As quickly as it began, it halted. Andy appeared out from under the desk; naked.

“Oh, dear God.” Miranda whispered, gulping as she stared at the beautiful body before her.

“Not exactly. I do believe it’s pronounced ‘Andrea’.” The brunette added an extra sway to her hips as she walked around to stand behind the editor. Placing her hands on the sides of the chair, she pulled it and its occupant away from the desk.

Turning the chair around, the women faced each other. Andy leant down to passionately kiss Miranda. Soon their tongues fought for dominance and lips began to swell.

Andy breaks away and pulled the editor from her chair. She pulled down the designer skirt from Miranda’s waist and the older woman stepped out of it, backing towards her desk. As she starts to lean back on it, the brunette stopped her by grabbing her hips.

Miranda’s eyes haze over and she instantly knew what the young woman had planned. Turning around, she bent over her desk, hastily pushing the papers from the day aside.

Miranda leaned over the desk and props herself up on her forearms. She spread her legs wide and slyly shook her hips in front of the young woman, enticing her to get closer.

Andy couldn’t hold back her lust for long and she grabbed Miranda’s firm buttocks and pressed her pelvis into the editor’s, settling her mound against the older woman’s wet center. Both women sigh heavily at the contact.

The brunette laid on Miranda’s back, reached around to untie the little strip of fabric that held the thin white jacket on her slender form and slipped it off delicate porcelain shoulders. Pulling the material down, she trailed hot kisses along Miranda’s exposed skin from her shoulders, to her back and then up to her neck. The editor lets out a deep moan, almost that of a growl.

Going slightly cross-eyed for a moment, Andy quickly grabbed the hem of Miranda’s blouse and yanked it over the platinum head with ease. She tossed it to the side and couldn’t care less where it landed. Her attention turned to the white lace bra that she desperately wanted to unclasp.

With a flick of her wrist, the clasp was undone and quickly shed; tossed to the side just as the shirt had been.

Andy pressed her body against Miranda’s and reached her arms around the editor to grab perfect breasts and slowly kneed them in her palms.

Miranda whimpered, arching her back, and Andy shook in response. Instantly, the young woman was on her knees behind the editor and breathing in the sweet, musky aroma of Miranda.

In the blink of an eye, Andy’s tongue was lapping up the juices that began to drip from Miranda’s center; her own arousal gliding down her thigh. The young woman could hear Miranda’s nails scrape the desktop and smiled, knowing only she could do this to the older woman.

Andy pushed her thumb into Miranda’s wet, swollen center and the editor’s legs shook slightly as the young woman wiggled her digit inside.

Sliding her thumb back out, Andy slipped her fingers into the folds and curled them, massaging Miranda’s g-spot.

A loud whimper came from the editor’s lips followed by a quiet plea, “Harder, Andrea…” and she pushed her hips back towards the young woman, forcing those nimble fingers deeper inside.

With every thrust, Andy’s fingers hit Miranda’s g-spot, causing her to pant quickly. “Ohhh Andrea…” the editor’s whimper came with a burst of passion and her hips rocked harder; she was nearing her climax sooner than she had anticipated.

“Come for me, Miranda.” Andy purred.

As if on command, Miranda’s pants came quicker, every breath a whimper. Her toes curled and her back arched; riding Andy’s fingers and her orgasm. She took a deep breath and her mouth froze open, wide in a silent scream.

Letting out her breath, Miranda collapsed onto the desk and then slid off and into Andy’s lap. Breathing “Oh, oh, oh” as she comes down from her climax. Andy holds Miranda’s naked, shaking body against her own and places gentle kisses along her neck and shoulders.

After a moment, Miranda looked at Andy with a seductive grin. “Your turn.”

Miranda turned around, still in Andy’s lap, and faced the brunette. She captured her lover’s lips with feverish passion.

She grabbed Andy by the waist and began to pull her up. She brought herself and the young woman to the window. Picking her up, Miranda sat the brunette on the window sill.

Platinum locks were soon hidden between the young woman’s legs. Andy thought her heart was going to burst through her chest from anticipation.

Miranda teased Andy’s entrance with kisses and flicks of her tongue. Then the editor flattened her tongue, licking up to Andy’s pelvic bone and kissed that spot. The young woman expelled a breath and fell back against the glass.

Miranda looks up at the brunette and gave her a wicked grin. Next thing Andy knew, three perfectly manicured fingers filled her aching sex and warm lips were sucking on her clit.

“Oh, shhhhhhit….Miranda!” Andy’s whimpers were loud, her hips bucking against the editor’s fingers and lips. She began to shake lightly and could feel her own climax rising. She was so close to an orgasm simply watching Miranda cum earlier; it seemed a bit unfair that Miranda was going to make her cum so easily.

Miranda flicked her tongue on the young woman’s clit in a spastic frequency and thrust her fingers in harder, making sure to curl her fingers at the brunette’s g-spot.

As Andy was near her climax, Miranda pulled her fingers out and licked them clean. Before the brunette could say a word, the editor pulled her away from the window and onto the floor.

Miranda began to devour the brunette’s center again. Then she reached down a hand and rubbed her own clit; she was ready again.

The editor swung her legs around to straddle the young woman beneath her. With her face buried between Andy’s legs, the brunette rose her head up and promptly stuck her tongue in Miranda’s hot sex.

Letting out a hiss of pleasure, Miranda began to suck on the swollen clit in front of her once more, and thrust those three fingers in again as before.

Andy let out a deep moan, and since her mouth was still on Miranda, her screams were muffled by wet folds.

Miranda instantly found Andy’s g-spot again and thrust hard into her. She knew the young woman was close to finishing from the loud whimpers echoing off the office walls; so she thrust harder and faster, sucking and licking the little bundle of nerves.

Miranda continued this until Andy’s pants became constant whimpers.

Then, with one final thrust, Andy came with a loud scream and Miranda’s name on her lips.

Miranda sat in her chair in the study at home deep in thought and, against her character, bit her nail; clamping it between her teeth. She was thinking of Andrea. Those meaningful glances she would receive were playing over and over in her mind’s eye. How she missed those love filled eyes staring back into her own.

She closed her tired eyes in thought of those perfect kisses that tingled upon her lips, and she smiled. A chuckle emitted from her chapped lips as she thought of the fun times they had in her bed. Melancholy set in as she remembered the dinners they shared, both together and with the twins. Her eyes stung with tears as she remembered the twin’s reaction to…

Then her face drops and it seems her body sinks along with her mood. The sight of those fiery red locks came to mind and in turn, fire came to her eyes. She felt something crack in her mouth and realized she had bit through her nail. Miranda looked at it with distain then let her forearm flop over the arm of the chair and turned her head to the side, sighing.

She picked up her phone and dialed the 1^st assistant’s number. “Ashton, schedule a meeting with my manicurist for 9am tomorrow. That’s all.” Snapping her phone shut, she looked down at Patricia, lying asleep at her feet. She nudged the slumbering hound with her bare foot. “Arrroof.” Patricia sleepily replied and slowly raised her head to look her master in the eye. “Time for bed, you silly mutt.” Miranda winked and smiled as Patricia shook her shaggy head in disagreement.