Fic response for Halloween comment ficathon
Of green goo and French maids - as response for Halloween ficathon.
Fandom : Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda and Andrea
Rating: ?probably K+
By Gentlespirit
X x x x x x x x x x
Andrea trailed up the last few steps to Miranda’s town house, cursing silently under her breath.
She was heavily laden with bags full of sweets, painstakingly gathered with Miranda’s twins, Caroline and Cassidy, from the local area.
This was the first year that Miranda had allowed her children to do Trick or Treating, which had meant in practical terms that Andrea, her assistant for the last 3 years, and not she herself, had to trail round with them while they knocked on doors.
Miranda had informed her of this fact only that afternoon.
“Andrea”, had come the soft summons. The brunette glanced at Marie, the young blonde assistant sitting opposite her, before grabbing her trusty Moleskine and heading into Miranda’s office.
“Ah, there you are at last, how many times do I have to scream your name?” the editor commented, ”The twins want to go trick or treating this evening, you will accompany them. Wear a costume, and do please ensure that they enjoy themselves. Be at the town house to collect them at 6pm and return them by 9pm. That’s all.” She dismissed.
“Yes Miranda” the younger woman replied politely, inwardly seething that her evening’s plans had just been trashed. If she hadn’t been so very fond of the older woman, she might have actually complained.
Andrea had planned to go to a Halloween bash with her best friend Doug, at a local bar that the two of them enjoyed attending from time to time. Andrea was going as a French maid and Doug as a butler.
As it was already 5pm and realising that this was the only costume she had available at such short notice, Andrea supposed that this would have to do,...she would just wear a coat over the top.
For hours Andrea and the children had trailed round the neighbourhood and had gathered many treats for the twins to take home with them.
Unfortunately, more than a few tricks had also been played, mostly on Andrea.
Her coat was plastered. There was flour coating her left sleeve, and what appeared to be an entire pots worth of green luminous goo sliding down her coat from the collar to the waist.
“Did you have fun Bobbseys?” Miranda asked cheerily as they trailed through the entranceway.
“Oh yes,” Caroline replied enthusiastically, “it was great, but not so much fun for Andrea, some kids round the corner were really mean to her.”
Miranda glanced up for the first time to her long serving assistant and felt a twinge of guilt when she took in her shabby appearance.
“Um, yes, I can see that. I shall assist Andrea presently, but it’s late and you two have school tomorrow so I think you need to go straight up to bed. Up you go now and I shall be with you presently to tuck you in.”
The twins groaned but went up the stairs, thanking Andrea for taking them, on their way past.
“Wait there Andrea” Miranda told her as she followed the girls up to tuck them in.
While she was alone Andrea made a quick call to Doug, explaining what had happened and excusing herself from their plans.
She was just finishing her call as Miranda re-entered the kitchen, ”I’m really sorry Doug, but I just can’t join you now, I’m caked in it and my feet are killing me. You go and have fun, I want to know all about it, and especially if you meet a nice guy.”
Miranda waited patiently in the doorway for the call to finish.
“I’m sorry Andrea if I’ve disrupted plans for your evening with your boyfriend” the older woman told her sincerely. She realised that she should not have assumed that the younger woman would be free. For some inexplicable reason the thought that Andrea might have a new boyfriend, made her very anxious.
“Oh no problem Miranda, we were just going to a costume thing at a bar, it’s no big deal. And just so you know, Doug isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just my friend.” The younger woman assured her.
“Well, as it would seem that you now no longer have plans for the evening, would you care for some wine while we clean up your coat?”
“I would love a glass of wine, thank you.” The younger woman replied gratefully. The older woman crossed the kitchen and poured Andrea a glass of blush coloured wine from a bottle which appeared to have been just opened, and handed it to the brunette nervously. They stood, silently sipping their wine for a few moments before Miranda instructed,
“Hand me your coat then, and I’ll see what can be done with it.” She reached into a drawer to remove a dinner knife to scrape off the worst of the goo. “Lay it on the counter won’t you”.
Andrea hesitated, knowing what she was wearing beneath the filthy coat,
“Oh that’s ok Miranda,” the brunette hedged, “just give me a cloth and I will wipe it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, take it off and hand it to me” the editor insisted, “you know how I like to repeat myself.”
Slowly, and with shaking fingers, Andrea began to unbutton her coat. She kept her back to the older woman, trying to desperately think how she could avoid revealing herself, clad in the ultra short French maids outfit, but came up with nothing.
Resigning herself to her fate, the younger woman shrugged out of the coat and turned to face the fashion maverick.
Miranda’s mouth instantly hung open as she feasted on the sight in front of her.
The dress, if you could call it that, just reached the top of the brunette’s thighs, showing off her very long, very shapely legs to perfection. Andrea was wearing black lace top hold ups, the tops of which met with the fringe of the layered skirt. Dragging her eyes upwards, the older woman’s eyes were drawn to the tightly cinched waist then upwards.
Miranda’s breathing had speeded up considerably and unable to help herself from perusing the brown eyed beauty, she raised her eyes just a little higher to take in the younger woman’s very ample bosoms which threatened to spill out from their inadequate support.
“Oh my God” she murmured involuntarily, trying to control her irregular breathing and the strong thrum of her sex. She was breathtaking.
“Miranda, are you ok?” The younger woman asked concerned at her boss’ expression and flushed appearance.
“Oh, um... I guess that would depend on your definition of ok Andrea. W..where d...did you say you were going this evening?” the fashion maverick asked, feeling anxious and a little jealous that someone else had been intended to see this beautiful sight.
“I told you, I was going to a bar with my friend Doug for a costume night. Is something the matter Miranda?”
Andrea herself, found that she was reacting to the older woman very strongly. She wanted to kiss away that breathless insecure expression that the older woman was displaying and sensed that the attraction she felt for the older woman was perhaps mutual.
The fashion maverick appeared rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to stop drinking in the brunette’s beautiful appearance.
Andrea took a step closer, now only separated from her heart’s desire by an arm’s length.
“Miranda, God forgive me if I am wrong, but if you feel anything for me at all, please kiss me.” The younger woman pleaded.
The older woman lurched forward, as if propelled by an unseen force, and grasped the younger woman.
“Andrea, I have wanted to do just that for so very long” she told her tenderly before brushing her lips experimentally across the younger woman’s.
Andrea wrapped her arms around the older woman’s waist before leaning in to deepen the kiss, begging entrance with her tongue which she was swiftly granted.
They stood there for several minutes kissing sensuously before the older woman quietly requested, “Stay the night with me Andrea, ...please?”
“I would be delighted. Besides, I can’t very well go out like this can I? What with my coat being messed up and all”
“Well no, I suppose you really can’t,” the older woman replied, smiling with her eyes. “Not with it being Halloween, you are much better off here I’m sure.”
And taking hold of the younger woman’s hand, they ascended the stairs together.
x x x x x x x x x x x
Hope you enjoyed.
Fandom : Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda and Andrea
Rating: ?probably K+
By Gentlespirit
X x x x x x x x x x
Andrea trailed up the last few steps to Miranda’s town house, cursing silently under her breath.
She was heavily laden with bags full of sweets, painstakingly gathered with Miranda’s twins, Caroline and Cassidy, from the local area.
This was the first year that Miranda had allowed her children to do Trick or Treating, which had meant in practical terms that Andrea, her assistant for the last 3 years, and not she herself, had to trail round with them while they knocked on doors.
Miranda had informed her of this fact only that afternoon.
“Andrea”, had come the soft summons. The brunette glanced at Marie, the young blonde assistant sitting opposite her, before grabbing her trusty Moleskine and heading into Miranda’s office.
“Ah, there you are at last, how many times do I have to scream your name?” the editor commented, ”The twins want to go trick or treating this evening, you will accompany them. Wear a costume, and do please ensure that they enjoy themselves. Be at the town house to collect them at 6pm and return them by 9pm. That’s all.” She dismissed.
“Yes Miranda” the younger woman replied politely, inwardly seething that her evening’s plans had just been trashed. If she hadn’t been so very fond of the older woman, she might have actually complained.
Andrea had planned to go to a Halloween bash with her best friend Doug, at a local bar that the two of them enjoyed attending from time to time. Andrea was going as a French maid and Doug as a butler.
As it was already 5pm and realising that this was the only costume she had available at such short notice, Andrea supposed that this would have to do,...she would just wear a coat over the top.
For hours Andrea and the children had trailed round the neighbourhood and had gathered many treats for the twins to take home with them.
Unfortunately, more than a few tricks had also been played, mostly on Andrea.
Her coat was plastered. There was flour coating her left sleeve, and what appeared to be an entire pots worth of green luminous goo sliding down her coat from the collar to the waist.
“Did you have fun Bobbseys?” Miranda asked cheerily as they trailed through the entranceway.
“Oh yes,” Caroline replied enthusiastically, “it was great, but not so much fun for Andrea, some kids round the corner were really mean to her.”
Miranda glanced up for the first time to her long serving assistant and felt a twinge of guilt when she took in her shabby appearance.
“Um, yes, I can see that. I shall assist Andrea presently, but it’s late and you two have school tomorrow so I think you need to go straight up to bed. Up you go now and I shall be with you presently to tuck you in.”
The twins groaned but went up the stairs, thanking Andrea for taking them, on their way past.
“Wait there Andrea” Miranda told her as she followed the girls up to tuck them in.
While she was alone Andrea made a quick call to Doug, explaining what had happened and excusing herself from their plans.
She was just finishing her call as Miranda re-entered the kitchen, ”I’m really sorry Doug, but I just can’t join you now, I’m caked in it and my feet are killing me. You go and have fun, I want to know all about it, and especially if you meet a nice guy.”
Miranda waited patiently in the doorway for the call to finish.
“I’m sorry Andrea if I’ve disrupted plans for your evening with your boyfriend” the older woman told her sincerely. She realised that she should not have assumed that the younger woman would be free. For some inexplicable reason the thought that Andrea might have a new boyfriend, made her very anxious.
“Oh no problem Miranda, we were just going to a costume thing at a bar, it’s no big deal. And just so you know, Doug isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just my friend.” The younger woman assured her.
“Well, as it would seem that you now no longer have plans for the evening, would you care for some wine while we clean up your coat?”
“I would love a glass of wine, thank you.” The younger woman replied gratefully. The older woman crossed the kitchen and poured Andrea a glass of blush coloured wine from a bottle which appeared to have been just opened, and handed it to the brunette nervously. They stood, silently sipping their wine for a few moments before Miranda instructed,
“Hand me your coat then, and I’ll see what can be done with it.” She reached into a drawer to remove a dinner knife to scrape off the worst of the goo. “Lay it on the counter won’t you”.
Andrea hesitated, knowing what she was wearing beneath the filthy coat,
“Oh that’s ok Miranda,” the brunette hedged, “just give me a cloth and I will wipe it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, take it off and hand it to me” the editor insisted, “you know how I like to repeat myself.”
Slowly, and with shaking fingers, Andrea began to unbutton her coat. She kept her back to the older woman, trying to desperately think how she could avoid revealing herself, clad in the ultra short French maids outfit, but came up with nothing.
Resigning herself to her fate, the younger woman shrugged out of the coat and turned to face the fashion maverick.
Miranda’s mouth instantly hung open as she feasted on the sight in front of her.
The dress, if you could call it that, just reached the top of the brunette’s thighs, showing off her very long, very shapely legs to perfection. Andrea was wearing black lace top hold ups, the tops of which met with the fringe of the layered skirt. Dragging her eyes upwards, the older woman’s eyes were drawn to the tightly cinched waist then upwards.
Miranda’s breathing had speeded up considerably and unable to help herself from perusing the brown eyed beauty, she raised her eyes just a little higher to take in the younger woman’s very ample bosoms which threatened to spill out from their inadequate support.
“Oh my God” she murmured involuntarily, trying to control her irregular breathing and the strong thrum of her sex. She was breathtaking.
“Miranda, are you ok?” The younger woman asked concerned at her boss’ expression and flushed appearance.
“Oh, um... I guess that would depend on your definition of ok Andrea. W..where d...did you say you were going this evening?” the fashion maverick asked, feeling anxious and a little jealous that someone else had been intended to see this beautiful sight.
“I told you, I was going to a bar with my friend Doug for a costume night. Is something the matter Miranda?”
Andrea herself, found that she was reacting to the older woman very strongly. She wanted to kiss away that breathless insecure expression that the older woman was displaying and sensed that the attraction she felt for the older woman was perhaps mutual.
The fashion maverick appeared rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to stop drinking in the brunette’s beautiful appearance.
Andrea took a step closer, now only separated from her heart’s desire by an arm’s length.
“Miranda, God forgive me if I am wrong, but if you feel anything for me at all, please kiss me.” The younger woman pleaded.
The older woman lurched forward, as if propelled by an unseen force, and grasped the younger woman.
“Andrea, I have wanted to do just that for so very long” she told her tenderly before brushing her lips experimentally across the younger woman’s.
Andrea wrapped her arms around the older woman’s waist before leaning in to deepen the kiss, begging entrance with her tongue which she was swiftly granted.
They stood there for several minutes kissing sensuously before the older woman quietly requested, “Stay the night with me Andrea, ...please?”
“I would be delighted. Besides, I can’t very well go out like this can I? What with my coat being messed up and all”
“Well no, I suppose you really can’t,” the older woman replied, smiling with her eyes. “Not with it being Halloween, you are much better off here I’m sure.”
And taking hold of the younger woman’s hand, they ascended the stairs together.
x x x x x x x x x x x
Hope you enjoyed.