New Fic: The Splash Part 2/2
Title: The Splash
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: R
Summary: Andy chose Miranda over Christian once, and she'd do it again.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Devil Wears Prada. I'm just playing with it a little.
Author's Notes: This is the Valentine's Exchange Fic for chainofclovers . I've put the prompt at the end, along with additional notes. Thank you so much to grdnofevrythng for organising this exchange! I really appreciate all the work you've put in.
***
Andy let Miranda turn her around, and she felt the anger go out of her.
“I’m sorry too. I’m overreacting. It’s just, what am I going to do if he sees you? And how am I going to break up with him if you’re watching me from the corner?”
But Andy’s tone was no longer angry. Miranda’s expression changed. Andy recognised it and swallowed.
“Do I make you nervous, Andrea?” she purred, and gently backed her up against the door. “I could leave if you want? I could just take Nigel somewhere el-“
Andy growled and tugged Miranda into her, catching her red bottom lip in her mouth and sucking it gently. Miranda’s hands fell on either side of her head and their bodies pressed together. Andy released her lip and instead latched onto her whole mouth, covering every inch of red with her own.
After a moment Miranda broke away, panting, and Andy side-stepped and put some distance between them.
“Do you see now why I didn’t want you to contact me tonight? You completely distract me from everything!”
Miranda smiled tenderly at her, and maybe she even looked a little remorseful, though it was hard to tell under the puffy lips and glowing eyes that always followed one of their kisses.
“I’m sorry, Andrea. It was a bad idea to come here tonight. I think I just wanted to see you, and the idea of you eating with him, today of all days, was just-“
“It’s ok. I understand.” And she did. Miranda was surprisingly insecure about a lot of things in their relationship, and Andy knew that some subconscious part of Miranda probably expected her to fall back into Christian’s arms now that he was back. “I’m not going to leave you. I promise.”
Miranda looked at her softly, and then stepped forward and brushed their lips together lightly. “We need to get back. I’m sure Nigel will have arrived by now and is probably having a heart attack as to why I’ve arrived before him.”
“Ok.” She kissed her again, and then stepped towards the mirror, wiping at her smudged lipstick. “Give me a 30 second head-start.”
“Alright. And let me take you home later.”
Andy grinned and walked back to Christian. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
***
“Ok.” Lily was pacing up and down in front of Andy’s sofa, on which Andy was curled up and was playing with a cushion that she held tightly in her lap. “So you guys ran into each other, she gave you a ride home, and then you started making out.”
“Yes,” Andy half wailed.
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve heard in my life! And you guys didn’t talk or anything? She didn’t call?”
Andy shook her head, and buried her face in the pillow she held in her lap.
“Ok, ok. So what about Christian?”
Andy lifted her head. “What about him?”
Lily looked exasperated. “So are you planning on starting anything serious with him? ‘Cause I’ve got to tell you, making out with Miranda in the back of her car isn’t exactly a good start to that.”
“I don’t know. No, probably not. He was just, you know, fun and stuff.”
Lily nodded furiously and resumed her pacing. “Ok. So, Miranda. What are you going to do about her?”
“I don’t know,” Andy whined. “I’m just freaking out about it. I mean, last night I got home and was totally cool, and then I woke up this morning and was like ‘Oh my god, I made out with Miranda’!”
“Which part of it is freaking you out? The ‘I kissed a woman’ bit? Or the ‘I kissed my ex-boss’ bit? Or the ‘I kissed Miranda Priestly’ bit?”
“All of it. I mean, I never really considered this. Like, at all!”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “Really, Andy? Never?”
Andy blushed and hid back in her pillow. “Ok, so maybe I thought about it, you know, but I never thought I’d actually end up with my tongue down her throat in the back of her car!”
“Was it good?”
“Lily!”
“What?”
“This isn’t helping the situation.” Andy looked up to see Lily giving her the look that meant she’d better spill the beans. “Ok, ok, so it was good. Really good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok. Then we need to devise a plan. I’m assuming you want to do it again?”
Andy thought for a moment. Starting something, anything at all, with Miranda Priestly was probably the craziest thing she had ever done in her life. But maybe it was time to start taking risks. “Yeah,” she said with certainty.
“Alright,” Lily nodded. “Let’s do this.”
***
Andy lowered herself into her seat and focused very hard on Christian’s face to avoid looking over his shoulder at Miranda’s table, where Nigel sat with his back to her, sipping a glass of wine.
She waited until they were almost finished with their main course, and then she decided it was time.
“Christian, I need to talk to you about something.”
He laid down his knife and fork and smiled sadly at her. “Are you going to tell me that we should stop seeing each other?”
Andy was startled, and almost responded with the ‘we can still be friends’ line, but she knew that they just wouldn’t work as friends, and she also had the distinct feeling that Miranda might cause some bodily harm to him if he ever came near her again.
Instead, she said “how did you know?”
“You didn’t really call while I was in L.A., and tonight you’ve been a little jumpy.”
Andy smiled at him apologetically. “I’m sorry for ruining your valentine’s day.”
He shook his head at her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I spent it with a beautiful, intelligent woman. What more can I ask for?” He gave her a long look. “Are you getting back together with the ex-boyfriend?”
“No! No, definitely not.”
“But there is someone, right?”
Andy was torn between the urge to be honest, and the desire not to hurt him. In the end she said quietly “yes, there is. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. You can’t help who you fall in love with. Do they make you happy?”
Andy thought, and then she realised that she was happy. Very happy. “Yes,” she smiled. “Yes, they do.”
She allowed herself a quick glance, and saw that, over Christian’s shoulder, Miranda was watching over her.
***
Miranda’s house keeper let her in and took her coat. Andy realised that this was the first time she was visiting Miranda’s home as a guest, and not as an assistant. It felt oddly different.
She was ushered into a small sitting room.
“Ms. Priestly will be here very soon.”
Andy smiled at the woman. “That’s alright. I’m a bit early anyway.”
The woman returned her smile. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
Andy shook her head. “No thank you. I’m fine.”
“Alright. Just take a seat and I’ll let Ms Priestly know you’re here when she arrives.”
Andy nodded. Miranda was taking her children to their father’s house for the weekend, and Andy had been surprised that she had been invited to come over, since the twin-free weekends were usually reserved for attending as many social functions as Miranda’s assistants could squeeze into them.
She wondered if Miranda was nervous too. Andy certainly was. She had no idea what she was going to say. ‘Hi Miranda, I really enjoyed making out with you the other night, want to do it again some time?’
Andy glanced around the room to keep herself occupied. Her gaze caught on one of the paintings on the wall. She didn’t now a lot about art; that was Lily’s metier, but she did know that this was a beautiful David Hockney copy.
She heard muffled voices in the hall and was distracted from the painting.
Miranda entered a moment later. She looked beautiful. The wind outside had mussed up her hair and her cheeks and lips were flushed pink with the winter cold.
She quickly stood up. “Hi.”
“Hello Andrea.”
They both stood awkwardly looking at each other.
“Erm, I really like you’re painting. It’s a great copy.” She gestured over at the painting in question.
“Thank you. Although it isn’t a copy. Do you like Hockney?”
“I love Hockney, in fact-“ Andy looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean, it’s not a copy?”
“That means, it is the original.”
“Jesus!” Andy stared at the piece disbelievingly. “My friend Lily’s really into art, and she told me that piece sold for-“
“-over $5 million?”
Andy just stared. Even Miranda couldn’t have that much money to just throw around. She was well paid, but not that well paid. Was she?
Miranda seemed to read her mind. “My first husband was extremely wealthy, and I got quite a bit in the divorce. Then I invested it wisely.” She frowned as Andy continued to stare at the picture in fascination. “Are you going to stare at that thing all night?”
“Sorry.”
Miranda waved her towards the couch and they both sat down heavily in an almost synchronised movement.
“Would you care for a drink? Really, my house keeper should have offered you one. I wonder what I pay that woman so much for.”
“It’s ok, she asked but I didn’t want anything.”
“Hmm,” said Miranda. “Why are you here?”
Andy stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t you think we should talk about the other night?” A horrible thought occurred to her then. What if Miranda had been really drunk and Andy just hadn’t noticed it, and now she couldn’t remember what had happened? Or what if she could remember what had happened, but just wanted to pretend that it hadn’t?
“Well, we probably should,” Miranda replied, but instead of talking, she turned fully towards Andy on the couch, took her face in both her surprisingly warm hands and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Andy was only surprised for a moment, before she responded enthusiastically. Miranda certainly didn’t seem like she wanted to forget it.
Their kiss was less feverish than the other night, but no less intense, and soon, Andy was once again in Miranda’s lap, with her lips on Miranda’s neck, while Miranda had one of her hands stroking Andy’s back under her shirt, and the other was softly massaging her breast through the fabric.
“God,” Andy moaned when Miranda brushed her nipple. In response, Miranda quickly fumbled open her shirt, pushed up her bra and began sucking at her breast.
Andy decided to cross one of the very last lines that still existed between them and tangled her fingers in Miranda’s perfect hair, dragging her nails softly over her scalp. Miranda hummed into her breast and Andy groaned and dragged the head in her hands to her other breast.
With one hand, she began tracing Miranda’s side, from neck to hip and back up, scratching slightly with her nails and pulling at her shirt with every movement, until it was half way up her torso.
Her fingers began fumbling with the zipper of Miranda’s skirt, and then suddenly, as Andy gently pealed open the grey-blue fabric, she saw it.
It wasn’t big, maybe slightly bigger than her thumbnail, and it was undoubtedly a tattoo.
Miranda grunted slightly, confused as to why Andy had gone completely still, and then her head fell forward and she saw Andy fixated by the ink on her hip.
“What on earth is that?”
“What does it look like?”
If Andy had been paying any attention, she’d have been fascinated by the way Miranda’s voice had turned all rough and deep, but all she could do was trace the shape with her eyes and fingertips.
“It’s a tattoo.”
“You’re observational skills are endless, it seems.” Andy could almost hear the eye roll in her voice.
“Miranda. You have a rainbow coloured heart tattooed on your hip!”
Miranda sighed deeply. “Andrea, it seems to me that you have a distinct lack of ability to discern between what is real and what is, in fact, fake.”
Andy’s jaw dropped. “You mean-“
“-I mean that the twins thought it would be fun to cover themselves with stick-on tattoos, and thought it would be delightful if I had one as well. I allowed them to put it on my hip, as I did not think that anyone would-“ Miranda broke off, and blushed lightly.
Andy was thrilled beyond words at the idea that Miranda Priestly had walked around in Runway all day in thousands of dollars worth of designer clothing, and all the while she had had this thing stuck to her hip.
She beamed down at Miranda, who seemed a little startled, but then Andy began unbuttoning her shirt and Miranda was distracted for a while.
***
Afterwards, they ended up lying on Miranda’s carpet which was so soft that Andy thought she might stay there forever. When she mentioned this idea to Miranda, she got an oddly serious look on her face and adjusted the blanket that covered both of them carefully.
“Where is Mr Thompson tonight?”
Andy softly stroked her fingertips along Miranda’s bare arm. “He’s on his way to L.A. He’ll be back in a couple of weeks.”
Miranda gave her a serious look. “If this is going to happen again, you need to end things with him. I will not share you, especially not with Christian Thompson.”
Andy smiled, relieved. “Of course. And I would love for this to happen again.”
Miranda smiled back and Andy realised how rarely she had actually ever seen Miranda smile genuinely. She was so beautiful.
“I’m going to go and get us some red wine,” Miranda murmured. “Don’t move.”
Andy patted her playfully on the ass when she got up and held tightly onto the blanket when Miranda tried to pick it up and wrap it around herself. Then she enjoyed the view of a naked Miranda walking towards the door.
As soon as it had shut behind her, she reached for her bag and rung up Lily.
“Oh my god, I’ve been expecting your call for ages. What on earth have you been doing?”
Andy said nothing, and after a moment she could practically hear Lily’s eyebrows raising.
“Tell me you didn’t.”
“We did.”
“Oh my god!” Lily squealed, and Andy laughed as well. “Was it, you know, good?”
“It was amazing,” Andy replied, drawing the last word out as she stretched luxuriously across the carpet.
“Are you home now?”
“Nope. I’m in her living room. She’s getting wine.”
“So it worked? Is this, like, a one time thing, or are you going to be together now?”
“Well, yes, it worked, and no, this isn’t a one time thing. She asked me to end things with Christian.”
“In my opinion, you should never have gotten back together with that sleazebag.”
“I’m not together with him. We just went out a couple of times.” She suddenly heard Miranda moving softly down the hallway, and then the door opened. Suddenly embarrassed, Andy said into the phone “Yeah, Tim, I’ll call you tomorrow, but I’m off tonight so don’t even try. Bye.” She heard Lily’s giggles before she hung up, and turned to Miranda. “Work work work.”
“Mmh,” she said, clearly not believing her, but she let it go and began to pour the wine.
Andy held up her glass and smiled. “To us.” Her gaze fell to Miranda’s hip. “And to your tattoo!”
***
Andy had persuaded Christian to just leave her at the restaurant. She saw that Miranda and Nigel were still talking, although Miranda kept glancing in her direction, and suddenly, Andy had a fun thought.
“Miranda! Nigel! How good to see you both here!” She could see Miranda’s eyes widen and then she caught on.
Nigel, who had had no idea that Andy and Miranda had had contact in any way since Runway, and who Andy herself had only emailed on a couple of occasions, looked completely in shock when Miranda got up with a smile and kissed both Andy’s cheeks.
“Andrea! How nice to see you. Why don’t you join us? We’re almost finished, but it’s wonderful to see you.”
Andy smiled. “Thank you so much. Hello Nigel.” She bent down slightly and kissed both his cheeks as well. “Have you had a nice evening?”
“Oh yes, it’s been wonderful.” Miranda looked expectantly at Nigel.
He said “Mmhmm.” He was blinking rapidly.
“And what about you Andrea?”
“Well, I had quite a nice evening. I went out with a lovely man, but we both knew that we just weren’t right for one another.”
Miranda’s eyes smiled at her. “Well, would you like a lift home?”
Nigel’s eyes went even wider, if that was even possible. He had begun to softly shake his head to himself, as if he as trying to dislodge the image before him.
“Oh, that would be great. Thank you so much!”
“It’s my pleasure,” Miranda replied.
Before they left, Nigel grabbed Andy’s arm while Miranda was paying “Tomorrow, Six, you are calling me and explaining this. Every little detail! Alright?”
Andy smiled at him. “Goodnight, Nigel!”
***
When Andy got home about half an hour later, she found a card behind her door. Miranda had wanted to get home to her girls, and Andy felt weird about spending the night with her right after sort of breaking up with Christian, but they had postponed to the next day when the girls were at a birthday party. Andy looked forward to it very much.
She switched on the light and softly teased the envelope open with her index finger. Inside was a card with the same David Hockney picture on the front as the one Andy had admired in Miranda’s home the night they had first made love. Inside were the words
Andrea,
I look forward to tomorrow.
Miranda
Andy smiled softly. She was looking forward to tomorrow too.
Glancing at the clock, she thought that it was probably still ok to call Miranda. She dialled and then threw herself belly first onto her bed.
Despite everything, she thought as Miranda answered, this was the best Valentines Day ever.
***
Author's Notes: The challenge was: Andy dumps Christian in an Italian restaurant. Ends up with Miranda. Bonus if you can add smut, humor, a tattoo and/or David Hockney. I'm sorry there wasn't really any smut. I'm just not very good at writing it. I hope you like it anyway! Also, sorry it's so late. I swear the next exchange I take part in, I will be more organised. Really!
Fandom: DWP
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: R
Summary: Andy chose Miranda over Christian once, and she'd do it again.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Devil Wears Prada. I'm just playing with it a little.
Author's Notes: This is the Valentine's Exchange Fic for chainofclovers . I've put the prompt at the end, along with additional notes. Thank you so much to grdnofevrythng for organising this exchange! I really appreciate all the work you've put in.
***
Andy let Miranda turn her around, and she felt the anger go out of her.
“I’m sorry too. I’m overreacting. It’s just, what am I going to do if he sees you? And how am I going to break up with him if you’re watching me from the corner?”
But Andy’s tone was no longer angry. Miranda’s expression changed. Andy recognised it and swallowed.
“Do I make you nervous, Andrea?” she purred, and gently backed her up against the door. “I could leave if you want? I could just take Nigel somewhere el-“
Andy growled and tugged Miranda into her, catching her red bottom lip in her mouth and sucking it gently. Miranda’s hands fell on either side of her head and their bodies pressed together. Andy released her lip and instead latched onto her whole mouth, covering every inch of red with her own.
After a moment Miranda broke away, panting, and Andy side-stepped and put some distance between them.
“Do you see now why I didn’t want you to contact me tonight? You completely distract me from everything!”
Miranda smiled tenderly at her, and maybe she even looked a little remorseful, though it was hard to tell under the puffy lips and glowing eyes that always followed one of their kisses.
“I’m sorry, Andrea. It was a bad idea to come here tonight. I think I just wanted to see you, and the idea of you eating with him, today of all days, was just-“
“It’s ok. I understand.” And she did. Miranda was surprisingly insecure about a lot of things in their relationship, and Andy knew that some subconscious part of Miranda probably expected her to fall back into Christian’s arms now that he was back. “I’m not going to leave you. I promise.”
Miranda looked at her softly, and then stepped forward and brushed their lips together lightly. “We need to get back. I’m sure Nigel will have arrived by now and is probably having a heart attack as to why I’ve arrived before him.”
“Ok.” She kissed her again, and then stepped towards the mirror, wiping at her smudged lipstick. “Give me a 30 second head-start.”
“Alright. And let me take you home later.”
Andy grinned and walked back to Christian. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
***
“Ok.” Lily was pacing up and down in front of Andy’s sofa, on which Andy was curled up and was playing with a cushion that she held tightly in her lap. “So you guys ran into each other, she gave you a ride home, and then you started making out.”
“Yes,” Andy half wailed.
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve heard in my life! And you guys didn’t talk or anything? She didn’t call?”
Andy shook her head, and buried her face in the pillow she held in her lap.
“Ok, ok. So what about Christian?”
Andy lifted her head. “What about him?”
Lily looked exasperated. “So are you planning on starting anything serious with him? ‘Cause I’ve got to tell you, making out with Miranda in the back of her car isn’t exactly a good start to that.”
“I don’t know. No, probably not. He was just, you know, fun and stuff.”
Lily nodded furiously and resumed her pacing. “Ok. So, Miranda. What are you going to do about her?”
“I don’t know,” Andy whined. “I’m just freaking out about it. I mean, last night I got home and was totally cool, and then I woke up this morning and was like ‘Oh my god, I made out with Miranda’!”
“Which part of it is freaking you out? The ‘I kissed a woman’ bit? Or the ‘I kissed my ex-boss’ bit? Or the ‘I kissed Miranda Priestly’ bit?”
“All of it. I mean, I never really considered this. Like, at all!”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “Really, Andy? Never?”
Andy blushed and hid back in her pillow. “Ok, so maybe I thought about it, you know, but I never thought I’d actually end up with my tongue down her throat in the back of her car!”
“Was it good?”
“Lily!”
“What?”
“This isn’t helping the situation.” Andy looked up to see Lily giving her the look that meant she’d better spill the beans. “Ok, ok, so it was good. Really good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok. Then we need to devise a plan. I’m assuming you want to do it again?”
Andy thought for a moment. Starting something, anything at all, with Miranda Priestly was probably the craziest thing she had ever done in her life. But maybe it was time to start taking risks. “Yeah,” she said with certainty.
“Alright,” Lily nodded. “Let’s do this.”
***
Andy lowered herself into her seat and focused very hard on Christian’s face to avoid looking over his shoulder at Miranda’s table, where Nigel sat with his back to her, sipping a glass of wine.
She waited until they were almost finished with their main course, and then she decided it was time.
“Christian, I need to talk to you about something.”
He laid down his knife and fork and smiled sadly at her. “Are you going to tell me that we should stop seeing each other?”
Andy was startled, and almost responded with the ‘we can still be friends’ line, but she knew that they just wouldn’t work as friends, and she also had the distinct feeling that Miranda might cause some bodily harm to him if he ever came near her again.
Instead, she said “how did you know?”
“You didn’t really call while I was in L.A., and tonight you’ve been a little jumpy.”
Andy smiled at him apologetically. “I’m sorry for ruining your valentine’s day.”
He shook his head at her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I spent it with a beautiful, intelligent woman. What more can I ask for?” He gave her a long look. “Are you getting back together with the ex-boyfriend?”
“No! No, definitely not.”
“But there is someone, right?”
Andy was torn between the urge to be honest, and the desire not to hurt him. In the end she said quietly “yes, there is. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. You can’t help who you fall in love with. Do they make you happy?”
Andy thought, and then she realised that she was happy. Very happy. “Yes,” she smiled. “Yes, they do.”
She allowed herself a quick glance, and saw that, over Christian’s shoulder, Miranda was watching over her.
***
Miranda’s house keeper let her in and took her coat. Andy realised that this was the first time she was visiting Miranda’s home as a guest, and not as an assistant. It felt oddly different.
She was ushered into a small sitting room.
“Ms. Priestly will be here very soon.”
Andy smiled at the woman. “That’s alright. I’m a bit early anyway.”
The woman returned her smile. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
Andy shook her head. “No thank you. I’m fine.”
“Alright. Just take a seat and I’ll let Ms Priestly know you’re here when she arrives.”
Andy nodded. Miranda was taking her children to their father’s house for the weekend, and Andy had been surprised that she had been invited to come over, since the twin-free weekends were usually reserved for attending as many social functions as Miranda’s assistants could squeeze into them.
She wondered if Miranda was nervous too. Andy certainly was. She had no idea what she was going to say. ‘Hi Miranda, I really enjoyed making out with you the other night, want to do it again some time?’
Andy glanced around the room to keep herself occupied. Her gaze caught on one of the paintings on the wall. She didn’t now a lot about art; that was Lily’s metier, but she did know that this was a beautiful David Hockney copy.
She heard muffled voices in the hall and was distracted from the painting.
Miranda entered a moment later. She looked beautiful. The wind outside had mussed up her hair and her cheeks and lips were flushed pink with the winter cold.
She quickly stood up. “Hi.”
“Hello Andrea.”
They both stood awkwardly looking at each other.
“Erm, I really like you’re painting. It’s a great copy.” She gestured over at the painting in question.
“Thank you. Although it isn’t a copy. Do you like Hockney?”
“I love Hockney, in fact-“ Andy looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean, it’s not a copy?”
“That means, it is the original.”
“Jesus!” Andy stared at the piece disbelievingly. “My friend Lily’s really into art, and she told me that piece sold for-“
“-over $5 million?”
Andy just stared. Even Miranda couldn’t have that much money to just throw around. She was well paid, but not that well paid. Was she?
Miranda seemed to read her mind. “My first husband was extremely wealthy, and I got quite a bit in the divorce. Then I invested it wisely.” She frowned as Andy continued to stare at the picture in fascination. “Are you going to stare at that thing all night?”
“Sorry.”
Miranda waved her towards the couch and they both sat down heavily in an almost synchronised movement.
“Would you care for a drink? Really, my house keeper should have offered you one. I wonder what I pay that woman so much for.”
“It’s ok, she asked but I didn’t want anything.”
“Hmm,” said Miranda. “Why are you here?”
Andy stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t you think we should talk about the other night?” A horrible thought occurred to her then. What if Miranda had been really drunk and Andy just hadn’t noticed it, and now she couldn’t remember what had happened? Or what if she could remember what had happened, but just wanted to pretend that it hadn’t?
“Well, we probably should,” Miranda replied, but instead of talking, she turned fully towards Andy on the couch, took her face in both her surprisingly warm hands and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Andy was only surprised for a moment, before she responded enthusiastically. Miranda certainly didn’t seem like she wanted to forget it.
Their kiss was less feverish than the other night, but no less intense, and soon, Andy was once again in Miranda’s lap, with her lips on Miranda’s neck, while Miranda had one of her hands stroking Andy’s back under her shirt, and the other was softly massaging her breast through the fabric.
“God,” Andy moaned when Miranda brushed her nipple. In response, Miranda quickly fumbled open her shirt, pushed up her bra and began sucking at her breast.
Andy decided to cross one of the very last lines that still existed between them and tangled her fingers in Miranda’s perfect hair, dragging her nails softly over her scalp. Miranda hummed into her breast and Andy groaned and dragged the head in her hands to her other breast.
With one hand, she began tracing Miranda’s side, from neck to hip and back up, scratching slightly with her nails and pulling at her shirt with every movement, until it was half way up her torso.
Her fingers began fumbling with the zipper of Miranda’s skirt, and then suddenly, as Andy gently pealed open the grey-blue fabric, she saw it.
It wasn’t big, maybe slightly bigger than her thumbnail, and it was undoubtedly a tattoo.
Miranda grunted slightly, confused as to why Andy had gone completely still, and then her head fell forward and she saw Andy fixated by the ink on her hip.
“What on earth is that?”
“What does it look like?”
If Andy had been paying any attention, she’d have been fascinated by the way Miranda’s voice had turned all rough and deep, but all she could do was trace the shape with her eyes and fingertips.
“It’s a tattoo.”
“You’re observational skills are endless, it seems.” Andy could almost hear the eye roll in her voice.
“Miranda. You have a rainbow coloured heart tattooed on your hip!”
Miranda sighed deeply. “Andrea, it seems to me that you have a distinct lack of ability to discern between what is real and what is, in fact, fake.”
Andy’s jaw dropped. “You mean-“
“-I mean that the twins thought it would be fun to cover themselves with stick-on tattoos, and thought it would be delightful if I had one as well. I allowed them to put it on my hip, as I did not think that anyone would-“ Miranda broke off, and blushed lightly.
Andy was thrilled beyond words at the idea that Miranda Priestly had walked around in Runway all day in thousands of dollars worth of designer clothing, and all the while she had had this thing stuck to her hip.
She beamed down at Miranda, who seemed a little startled, but then Andy began unbuttoning her shirt and Miranda was distracted for a while.
***
Afterwards, they ended up lying on Miranda’s carpet which was so soft that Andy thought she might stay there forever. When she mentioned this idea to Miranda, she got an oddly serious look on her face and adjusted the blanket that covered both of them carefully.
“Where is Mr Thompson tonight?”
Andy softly stroked her fingertips along Miranda’s bare arm. “He’s on his way to L.A. He’ll be back in a couple of weeks.”
Miranda gave her a serious look. “If this is going to happen again, you need to end things with him. I will not share you, especially not with Christian Thompson.”
Andy smiled, relieved. “Of course. And I would love for this to happen again.”
Miranda smiled back and Andy realised how rarely she had actually ever seen Miranda smile genuinely. She was so beautiful.
“I’m going to go and get us some red wine,” Miranda murmured. “Don’t move.”
Andy patted her playfully on the ass when she got up and held tightly onto the blanket when Miranda tried to pick it up and wrap it around herself. Then she enjoyed the view of a naked Miranda walking towards the door.
As soon as it had shut behind her, she reached for her bag and rung up Lily.
“Oh my god, I’ve been expecting your call for ages. What on earth have you been doing?”
Andy said nothing, and after a moment she could practically hear Lily’s eyebrows raising.
“Tell me you didn’t.”
“We did.”
“Oh my god!” Lily squealed, and Andy laughed as well. “Was it, you know, good?”
“It was amazing,” Andy replied, drawing the last word out as she stretched luxuriously across the carpet.
“Are you home now?”
“Nope. I’m in her living room. She’s getting wine.”
“So it worked? Is this, like, a one time thing, or are you going to be together now?”
“Well, yes, it worked, and no, this isn’t a one time thing. She asked me to end things with Christian.”
“In my opinion, you should never have gotten back together with that sleazebag.”
“I’m not together with him. We just went out a couple of times.” She suddenly heard Miranda moving softly down the hallway, and then the door opened. Suddenly embarrassed, Andy said into the phone “Yeah, Tim, I’ll call you tomorrow, but I’m off tonight so don’t even try. Bye.” She heard Lily’s giggles before she hung up, and turned to Miranda. “Work work work.”
“Mmh,” she said, clearly not believing her, but she let it go and began to pour the wine.
Andy held up her glass and smiled. “To us.” Her gaze fell to Miranda’s hip. “And to your tattoo!”
***
Andy had persuaded Christian to just leave her at the restaurant. She saw that Miranda and Nigel were still talking, although Miranda kept glancing in her direction, and suddenly, Andy had a fun thought.
“Miranda! Nigel! How good to see you both here!” She could see Miranda’s eyes widen and then she caught on.
Nigel, who had had no idea that Andy and Miranda had had contact in any way since Runway, and who Andy herself had only emailed on a couple of occasions, looked completely in shock when Miranda got up with a smile and kissed both Andy’s cheeks.
“Andrea! How nice to see you. Why don’t you join us? We’re almost finished, but it’s wonderful to see you.”
Andy smiled. “Thank you so much. Hello Nigel.” She bent down slightly and kissed both his cheeks as well. “Have you had a nice evening?”
“Oh yes, it’s been wonderful.” Miranda looked expectantly at Nigel.
He said “Mmhmm.” He was blinking rapidly.
“And what about you Andrea?”
“Well, I had quite a nice evening. I went out with a lovely man, but we both knew that we just weren’t right for one another.”
Miranda’s eyes smiled at her. “Well, would you like a lift home?”
Nigel’s eyes went even wider, if that was even possible. He had begun to softly shake his head to himself, as if he as trying to dislodge the image before him.
“Oh, that would be great. Thank you so much!”
“It’s my pleasure,” Miranda replied.
Before they left, Nigel grabbed Andy’s arm while Miranda was paying “Tomorrow, Six, you are calling me and explaining this. Every little detail! Alright?”
Andy smiled at him. “Goodnight, Nigel!”
***
When Andy got home about half an hour later, she found a card behind her door. Miranda had wanted to get home to her girls, and Andy felt weird about spending the night with her right after sort of breaking up with Christian, but they had postponed to the next day when the girls were at a birthday party. Andy looked forward to it very much.
She switched on the light and softly teased the envelope open with her index finger. Inside was a card with the same David Hockney picture on the front as the one Andy had admired in Miranda’s home the night they had first made love. Inside were the words
Andrea,
I look forward to tomorrow.
Miranda
Andy smiled softly. She was looking forward to tomorrow too.
Glancing at the clock, she thought that it was probably still ok to call Miranda. She dialled and then threw herself belly first onto her bed.
Despite everything, she thought as Miranda answered, this was the best Valentines Day ever.
***
Author's Notes: The challenge was: Andy dumps Christian in an Italian restaurant. Ends up with Miranda. Bonus if you can add smut, humor, a tattoo and/or David Hockney. I'm sorry there wasn't really any smut. I'm just not very good at writing it. I hope you like it anyway! Also, sorry it's so late. I swear the next exchange I take part in, I will be more organised. Really!