PERSONAL AND PROFESSIONAL (6/7)
Title: Personal and Professional
Author: dearelphie
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Summary: For the first time in her life Miranda goes to Russian Fashion Week and takes Andy with her.
Disclaimer: I don’t own all these characters.
Day six
The whole day Andy was running Miranda’s errands: now to make an appointment, then to cancel it, to connect her with her ex-husband or with Lagerfeld… Miranda seemed to become herself again. Not a sign of the previous day. Perhaps she regretted she had told Andy so much, and now she was pretending nothing had happened yesterday.
Anyway Andy was glad when dinnertime came. She was standing in her room in front of the mirror when someone knocked on her door. It was Nigel.
“Hey, sugar”, he said, “I want to know Miranda’s schedule for tomorrow.”
“OK”, Andy replied and reached out for her notebook. “You hope that she has no plans for the early morning and want to relax in some nightclub, don’t you?”
“You’ve hit it.”
The girl gave Nigel a questioning look.
“I don’t want this to turn out like last time, but…” Nigel paused. “Bring glasses, dear.”
“Oh my God, Nigel, what are we toasting this time?”
He took a deep breath:
“Miranda will kill me, if she learns that I spill the beans.”
“I won’t tell her, I swear.”
“Andy”, Nigel said smiling, “we are leaving!”
Andy looked at him confused. What could it mean? Yes, they are leaving tomorrow for New York indeed, cause the Fashion Week is finishing.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean us, baby! You and I, we are leaving. Yesterday night Linda Richardson, the editor-in-chief of English ‘Runway’ and Miranda’s long-time friend came to the Fashion Week, to its conclusion. They were speaking for a long time. Linda’s got a place on board of directors, so… In London the position of the editor-in-chief got free, and… Oh my God I can’t believe it… Miranda gave good word, and I got a preliminary agreement.”
“Nigel, this is…”
“Wait, there’s more to come. By chance Linda said there was an opening for a society columnist. Heaven only knows how Miranda worked it out, but you are going with me. You’ll be this columnist.”
Andy opened her eyes wide.
“Holy shit”, she whispered, “she did it…”
“Who? Miranda? Yes, she did. With a leaden heart. You should have seen her yesterday night. She loves us. She loves you.”
This set Andy thinking. That’s why Miranda was so bewildered yesterday.
“Don’t worry, honey”, Nigel put his hand on Andy’s shoulder, “her team will stay with her, she’ll be okay. You must be glad. Tomorrow we’ll sign all the papers. Everything will be fine”, and he raised his glass, “cheers!”
Andy nodded:
“Cheers.”
At dinner Andy couldn’t take her eyes off her as yet to be boss. Miranda was wearing a black knee Armani dress and a velvet jacket in the same color. A diamond necklace was lying on her fine neck, and in her ears there were diamond studs instead of usual hoops. Andrea could not believe Miranda had decided to let her go. As recently as yesterday she told her she needed a smart assistant and today she changed her mind. However it was very in Miranda’s style. She was unpredictable. And gorgeous. She was laughing together with all other guests, and no one could say, no one could be up to what was worrying her at the moment, and if there were any worries in her life at all.
Andy got up to her room. It was nearly ten o’clock. Miranda was already in her suite. Andy sat down on the sofa, took out her day planner, and leafed it through remembering her every day at American ‘Runway’. If she signs a preliminary agreement tomorrow, it means that today is her last working day as Miranda’s assistant. For the last time she is holding her day planner and for the last time she’ll come to the office of ‘Runway’ after arriving to get her stuff. This thought made her melancholy. She used to everything what was happening around her, but she had to take a step forward, she always had been working for it. Besides it was not so bad to work under Nigel’s guidance. Though she already used to be Miranda girl. Andy sighed, closed her day planner and knocked on the next door which led to Miranda’s sitting room.
The girl heard the key turning and saw the door being thrown open. Miranda was standing on the threshold wearing the same dress, the same jewelry, but without the jacket and with a glass of red wine in hand.
“Schedule?” she asked, her voice sounded surprisingly sober.
“Yes.”
Miranda let Andy enter, came up to the coffee table, put her glass on it and sat down on the couch.
“The most important thing is”, she began, “not to forget we are leaving tomorrow.”
Andy didn’t know if it was a joke or Miranda spoke serious. By her voice she couldn’t say Miranda was joking, so Andy didn’t smile.
“That’s why”, Miranda continued, “you’ll have an hour and a half to do packing after breakfast. Because Karina gives a farewell dinner after which we’ll go to the airport at once, so, please see about our luggage, it must be there by this time.”
Andy lifted her eyes. Miranda was looking closely at her. The girl tried to find something in her boss’s gaze; she was sure Miranda’s look spoke for her. It expressed fatigue, regret, but there was no disappointment. Miranda also knew it was the last day of Andy’s job here, and perhaps she didn’t realize it, she wanted to catch this moment and let it last, as well as Andy wanted the same.
“Anything else?” The girl asked drooling all over Miranda wouldn’t speak her signature ‘that’s all’, and…
“That’s…”
“Miranda…”
Both women pronounced together. Miranda stopped speaking in mid sentence and looked at Andy inquiringly.
“Miranda, would you like to drink?”
“Excuse me?”
“I know it sounds stupid, but since you’ve already begun drinking”, Andy pointed at the glass, “maybe you won’t do it alone.”
Andy knew Miranda would kill her for these words, but she had nothing to lose. She could at least try to spend her last evening in her company.
“Tonight is the last night in Moscow”, Andy continued, “and if you don’t mind to keep me company… In one word I have a bottle of red wine lying in my cabinet. Anyway I intended to crack it. But I think it’s absurdly to drink alone separated by a wall. I promise, no one will know.”
“When I was young”, Miranda said pouring wine brought by Andy into the glasses, “my father told me, no matter what mischief I would do, I didn’t have to explain to other people, the main thing was I must be able to confess a fault to myself. Sometimes it seems to me I can’t do it.”
Andy sipped the wine and looked up at Miranda.
“I want to tell you, Andrea, my father was right. If you are honest to yourself, you’ll find a harmony in life.”
“Have you found this harmony?”
“Do you want to be me?” Miranda asked a counter-question.
“Well… Why not?”
“So you want to be a fifty years old woman with two fifteen years old daughters who have already changed four nannies for the last three years, don’t you? You want to turn out to be alone at fifty having changed tree husbands staying with none of them. Face the truth, Andrea, I’m not twenty anymore when everything was possible. You know my doctor was right having said that I would go crazy with such life.”
“Miranda, you are speaking like my granny”, Andy smiled.
“Exactly…”
“But you don’t look like her. Miranda, you are a beautiful woman. Honestly. Is it Armani?” She pointed at Miranda’s dress.
“Supposedly.”
“It suits you.”
“Thanks.”
Andy paused. Then said:
“I’ll never forget you. I mean I WOULD never forget you. You did very much for me. You made of me the person who I am now.”
“For God’s sake, don’t overestimate my role. You became who you are only because of yourself.”
She took a bottle and leaned to Andy to pour her some more wine. The girl felt the familiar scent of ‘Bulgari’. This perfume was unforgettable. It was Miranda’s smell. Andy looked up at the woman. She was sitting near with an air of detachment, exactly like in Paris, but instead of a grey bathrobe she was wearing a dress that drove Andy crazy. She didn’t want to leave her, she couldn’t leave her. She loved Miranda.
Andy put out her hand and touched her boss’s. Miranda raised her eyes on her assistant. Andy knew Miranda wasn’t going to shout at her or to kick her away, she even wasn’t going to withdraw her hand, so the girl enclasped it with her hand stroking Miranda's palm with the thumb. She glanced at her boss. They both were a little drunk behind the closed doors, and no one knew they were together. Succumbed to the moment Andy leaned forward and touched Miranda’s lips with hers own. Miranda’s perfume filled the space between them so the girl felt enwrapped in it and didn’t want to escape out of its embrace at any price. She deepened the kiss, releasing her boss’s hand and sliding hands down the silk of Miranda’s dress. She stroked her hips and waist, but didn’t go higher.
“Andrea…” Miranda whispered to Andy’s ear.
“No, please, say nothing... Just let me stay...”
Andy felt for the remote control on the table and switched off upper lights. Miranda said nothing what the girl interpreted like yes, and having found the zip on Miranda’s dress, Andy undid it and let the fine Armani piece fall down stripping Miranda’s breasts. The girl put her hands on them and began caressing them feeling hardened nipples under her palms. Then she turned away from Miranda’s lips and kissed a path from her neck to her chest while her hands moved to her boss’s thighs. Miranda was wearing stockings, and when Andy touched their upper lace, Miranda took the girl’s face in her hands and pronounced softly:
“I’ve never done it with um…”
Andy smiled:
“A woman? The same problem. But I want to try…”
Miranda leaned back letting Andy continue what she had started. As soon as the girl touched Miranda’s silk underwear, the woman gasped and closed her eyes. Andy loved the thought that everything she was doing delighted Miranda. She always felt pleased by pleasing her boss no matter what she wished. And tonight mustn’t be an exception.
The girl dropped to her knees, pulling Miranda’s skirt up to the waist and taking off her underwear. Then she leaned to her wet pussy and started liking her clit. Miranda spread her legs wider burying her fingers in Andy’s hair. It lasted for a few minutes until Miranda gently moved Andy’s head back and drooped onto the carpet.
Both women appeared to be kneeling on the floor and kissing.
Miranda unclasped Andy’s dress and pulled it off. Her bra came next. She laid down on the floor pulling Andy with her. The girl kept stroking her lover’s thighs. When Andy felt Miranda’s soaked flesh between her legs under her palm she slid one finger inside. Miranda moaned and arched towards Andy exposing the neck and the breasts to her kisses.
Andy was loving Miranda up with one hand, with another one she was stroking her own clit. She moved inside Miranda faster, and with every movement Miranda breathed faster till she came with a soft moan. Andy felt Miranda’s pussy tightened around her fingers and heard Miranda groaning so she couldn’t control herself anymore. She lowered her head onto her lover’s chest and came.
In a minute Miranda took a deep breath and whispered:
“Oh God…”
“Is everything alright?” Andy asked.
“Just… my ears are ringing.”
Andy smiled a complacent smile. Not bad for the first time if Miranda’s ears were even ringing.
“Miranda, you are stunning.” Andy seemed not to notice anything but Miranda lying on the floor, half naked with diamonds playing in the moonlight.
“I’m pleased to be aware of the fact that there are people who still think so.”
Miranda pulled off her dress and went to the bedroom.
“You may stay, if you want to”, she turned around on the threshold and then disappeared in the darkness, but didn’t close the door behind her.
Andy poured some wine, sat down on the couch and thought about the experience. Perhaps everything had happened impulsively. The strange thing was that neither Miranda nor Andy became confused. They even didn’t think that it was inadmissible between them. They both knew it was their last night together. Miranda knew and let Andy stay. Either this thought or the wine made Andy’s head ache. It just can’t be. She can’t leave Miranda right now. But also by and large she can’t leave her at all. She became to Andy a person whom she had been living for for the last year and a half, she became everything to Andy. No, the girl thought, after all, nobody made her decide to leave for London; she was quite able to decline the offer. As for Nigel, he’ll perfectly manage it on his own. Andy finished her wine, put the glass on the table and stood up. She made up her mind.
Andy gently entered Miranda’s bedroom, came up to her bed and laid down next to her. Miranda had already fallen asleep. The girl carefully touched Miranda’s soft hair and whispered:
“You let me stay, and I won’t leave you…”
TBC...
Author: dearelphie
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Summary: For the first time in her life Miranda goes to Russian Fashion Week and takes Andy with her.
Disclaimer: I don’t own all these characters.
Day six
The whole day Andy was running Miranda’s errands: now to make an appointment, then to cancel it, to connect her with her ex-husband or with Lagerfeld… Miranda seemed to become herself again. Not a sign of the previous day. Perhaps she regretted she had told Andy so much, and now she was pretending nothing had happened yesterday.
Anyway Andy was glad when dinnertime came. She was standing in her room in front of the mirror when someone knocked on her door. It was Nigel.
“Hey, sugar”, he said, “I want to know Miranda’s schedule for tomorrow.”
“OK”, Andy replied and reached out for her notebook. “You hope that she has no plans for the early morning and want to relax in some nightclub, don’t you?”
“You’ve hit it.”
The girl gave Nigel a questioning look.
“I don’t want this to turn out like last time, but…” Nigel paused. “Bring glasses, dear.”
“Oh my God, Nigel, what are we toasting this time?”
He took a deep breath:
“Miranda will kill me, if she learns that I spill the beans.”
“I won’t tell her, I swear.”
“Andy”, Nigel said smiling, “we are leaving!”
Andy looked at him confused. What could it mean? Yes, they are leaving tomorrow for New York indeed, cause the Fashion Week is finishing.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean us, baby! You and I, we are leaving. Yesterday night Linda Richardson, the editor-in-chief of English ‘Runway’ and Miranda’s long-time friend came to the Fashion Week, to its conclusion. They were speaking for a long time. Linda’s got a place on board of directors, so… In London the position of the editor-in-chief got free, and… Oh my God I can’t believe it… Miranda gave good word, and I got a preliminary agreement.”
“Nigel, this is…”
“Wait, there’s more to come. By chance Linda said there was an opening for a society columnist. Heaven only knows how Miranda worked it out, but you are going with me. You’ll be this columnist.”
Andy opened her eyes wide.
“Holy shit”, she whispered, “she did it…”
“Who? Miranda? Yes, she did. With a leaden heart. You should have seen her yesterday night. She loves us. She loves you.”
This set Andy thinking. That’s why Miranda was so bewildered yesterday.
“Don’t worry, honey”, Nigel put his hand on Andy’s shoulder, “her team will stay with her, she’ll be okay. You must be glad. Tomorrow we’ll sign all the papers. Everything will be fine”, and he raised his glass, “cheers!”
Andy nodded:
“Cheers.”
At dinner Andy couldn’t take her eyes off her as yet to be boss. Miranda was wearing a black knee Armani dress and a velvet jacket in the same color. A diamond necklace was lying on her fine neck, and in her ears there were diamond studs instead of usual hoops. Andrea could not believe Miranda had decided to let her go. As recently as yesterday she told her she needed a smart assistant and today she changed her mind. However it was very in Miranda’s style. She was unpredictable. And gorgeous. She was laughing together with all other guests, and no one could say, no one could be up to what was worrying her at the moment, and if there were any worries in her life at all.
Andy got up to her room. It was nearly ten o’clock. Miranda was already in her suite. Andy sat down on the sofa, took out her day planner, and leafed it through remembering her every day at American ‘Runway’. If she signs a preliminary agreement tomorrow, it means that today is her last working day as Miranda’s assistant. For the last time she is holding her day planner and for the last time she’ll come to the office of ‘Runway’ after arriving to get her stuff. This thought made her melancholy. She used to everything what was happening around her, but she had to take a step forward, she always had been working for it. Besides it was not so bad to work under Nigel’s guidance. Though she already used to be Miranda girl. Andy sighed, closed her day planner and knocked on the next door which led to Miranda’s sitting room.
The girl heard the key turning and saw the door being thrown open. Miranda was standing on the threshold wearing the same dress, the same jewelry, but without the jacket and with a glass of red wine in hand.
“Schedule?” she asked, her voice sounded surprisingly sober.
“Yes.”
Miranda let Andy enter, came up to the coffee table, put her glass on it and sat down on the couch.
“The most important thing is”, she began, “not to forget we are leaving tomorrow.”
Andy didn’t know if it was a joke or Miranda spoke serious. By her voice she couldn’t say Miranda was joking, so Andy didn’t smile.
“That’s why”, Miranda continued, “you’ll have an hour and a half to do packing after breakfast. Because Karina gives a farewell dinner after which we’ll go to the airport at once, so, please see about our luggage, it must be there by this time.”
Andy lifted her eyes. Miranda was looking closely at her. The girl tried to find something in her boss’s gaze; she was sure Miranda’s look spoke for her. It expressed fatigue, regret, but there was no disappointment. Miranda also knew it was the last day of Andy’s job here, and perhaps she didn’t realize it, she wanted to catch this moment and let it last, as well as Andy wanted the same.
“Anything else?” The girl asked drooling all over Miranda wouldn’t speak her signature ‘that’s all’, and…
“That’s…”
“Miranda…”
Both women pronounced together. Miranda stopped speaking in mid sentence and looked at Andy inquiringly.
“Miranda, would you like to drink?”
“Excuse me?”
“I know it sounds stupid, but since you’ve already begun drinking”, Andy pointed at the glass, “maybe you won’t do it alone.”
Andy knew Miranda would kill her for these words, but she had nothing to lose. She could at least try to spend her last evening in her company.
“Tonight is the last night in Moscow”, Andy continued, “and if you don’t mind to keep me company… In one word I have a bottle of red wine lying in my cabinet. Anyway I intended to crack it. But I think it’s absurdly to drink alone separated by a wall. I promise, no one will know.”
“When I was young”, Miranda said pouring wine brought by Andy into the glasses, “my father told me, no matter what mischief I would do, I didn’t have to explain to other people, the main thing was I must be able to confess a fault to myself. Sometimes it seems to me I can’t do it.”
Andy sipped the wine and looked up at Miranda.
“I want to tell you, Andrea, my father was right. If you are honest to yourself, you’ll find a harmony in life.”
“Have you found this harmony?”
“Do you want to be me?” Miranda asked a counter-question.
“Well… Why not?”
“So you want to be a fifty years old woman with two fifteen years old daughters who have already changed four nannies for the last three years, don’t you? You want to turn out to be alone at fifty having changed tree husbands staying with none of them. Face the truth, Andrea, I’m not twenty anymore when everything was possible. You know my doctor was right having said that I would go crazy with such life.”
“Miranda, you are speaking like my granny”, Andy smiled.
“Exactly…”
“But you don’t look like her. Miranda, you are a beautiful woman. Honestly. Is it Armani?” She pointed at Miranda’s dress.
“Supposedly.”
“It suits you.”
“Thanks.”
Andy paused. Then said:
“I’ll never forget you. I mean I WOULD never forget you. You did very much for me. You made of me the person who I am now.”
“For God’s sake, don’t overestimate my role. You became who you are only because of yourself.”
She took a bottle and leaned to Andy to pour her some more wine. The girl felt the familiar scent of ‘Bulgari’. This perfume was unforgettable. It was Miranda’s smell. Andy looked up at the woman. She was sitting near with an air of detachment, exactly like in Paris, but instead of a grey bathrobe she was wearing a dress that drove Andy crazy. She didn’t want to leave her, she couldn’t leave her. She loved Miranda.
Andy put out her hand and touched her boss’s. Miranda raised her eyes on her assistant. Andy knew Miranda wasn’t going to shout at her or to kick her away, she even wasn’t going to withdraw her hand, so the girl enclasped it with her hand stroking Miranda's palm with the thumb. She glanced at her boss. They both were a little drunk behind the closed doors, and no one knew they were together. Succumbed to the moment Andy leaned forward and touched Miranda’s lips with hers own. Miranda’s perfume filled the space between them so the girl felt enwrapped in it and didn’t want to escape out of its embrace at any price. She deepened the kiss, releasing her boss’s hand and sliding hands down the silk of Miranda’s dress. She stroked her hips and waist, but didn’t go higher.
“Andrea…” Miranda whispered to Andy’s ear.
“No, please, say nothing... Just let me stay...”
Andy felt for the remote control on the table and switched off upper lights. Miranda said nothing what the girl interpreted like yes, and having found the zip on Miranda’s dress, Andy undid it and let the fine Armani piece fall down stripping Miranda’s breasts. The girl put her hands on them and began caressing them feeling hardened nipples under her palms. Then she turned away from Miranda’s lips and kissed a path from her neck to her chest while her hands moved to her boss’s thighs. Miranda was wearing stockings, and when Andy touched their upper lace, Miranda took the girl’s face in her hands and pronounced softly:
“I’ve never done it with um…”
Andy smiled:
“A woman? The same problem. But I want to try…”
Miranda leaned back letting Andy continue what she had started. As soon as the girl touched Miranda’s silk underwear, the woman gasped and closed her eyes. Andy loved the thought that everything she was doing delighted Miranda. She always felt pleased by pleasing her boss no matter what she wished. And tonight mustn’t be an exception.
The girl dropped to her knees, pulling Miranda’s skirt up to the waist and taking off her underwear. Then she leaned to her wet pussy and started liking her clit. Miranda spread her legs wider burying her fingers in Andy’s hair. It lasted for a few minutes until Miranda gently moved Andy’s head back and drooped onto the carpet.
Both women appeared to be kneeling on the floor and kissing.
Miranda unclasped Andy’s dress and pulled it off. Her bra came next. She laid down on the floor pulling Andy with her. The girl kept stroking her lover’s thighs. When Andy felt Miranda’s soaked flesh between her legs under her palm she slid one finger inside. Miranda moaned and arched towards Andy exposing the neck and the breasts to her kisses.
Andy was loving Miranda up with one hand, with another one she was stroking her own clit. She moved inside Miranda faster, and with every movement Miranda breathed faster till she came with a soft moan. Andy felt Miranda’s pussy tightened around her fingers and heard Miranda groaning so she couldn’t control herself anymore. She lowered her head onto her lover’s chest and came.
In a minute Miranda took a deep breath and whispered:
“Oh God…”
“Is everything alright?” Andy asked.
“Just… my ears are ringing.”
Andy smiled a complacent smile. Not bad for the first time if Miranda’s ears were even ringing.
“Miranda, you are stunning.” Andy seemed not to notice anything but Miranda lying on the floor, half naked with diamonds playing in the moonlight.
“I’m pleased to be aware of the fact that there are people who still think so.”
Miranda pulled off her dress and went to the bedroom.
“You may stay, if you want to”, she turned around on the threshold and then disappeared in the darkness, but didn’t close the door behind her.
Andy poured some wine, sat down on the couch and thought about the experience. Perhaps everything had happened impulsively. The strange thing was that neither Miranda nor Andy became confused. They even didn’t think that it was inadmissible between them. They both knew it was their last night together. Miranda knew and let Andy stay. Either this thought or the wine made Andy’s head ache. It just can’t be. She can’t leave Miranda right now. But also by and large she can’t leave her at all. She became to Andy a person whom she had been living for for the last year and a half, she became everything to Andy. No, the girl thought, after all, nobody made her decide to leave for London; she was quite able to decline the offer. As for Nigel, he’ll perfectly manage it on his own. Andy finished her wine, put the glass on the table and stood up. She made up her mind.
Andy gently entered Miranda’s bedroom, came up to her bed and laid down next to her. Miranda had already fallen asleep. The girl carefully touched Miranda’s soft hair and whispered:
“You let me stay, and I won’t leave you…”
TBC...