Tangled Ribbons 7/?
Title: Tangled Ribbons
Rating: R
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Summary: A bad day, a tempermental fairy, and Miranda Priestly mean big changes for Andy
A/N: Sorry for the long delay. Real life is so much fun right now, its hard to tear myself away. I'm going to try and wrap this up in 3 or less chapters now. Reviews are love!
Andy was sure Miranda was about to scream or (more likely) cut her pieces with her whisper volume voice before ensuring the last thing Andy would ever feel would be her body weighed down by rocks as it was pulled to the bottom of the Potomic river. So she did the only thing a person could do in a situation like this one. She kissed her.
Full lips covering slightly thinner ones in an all consuming, air sucking kiss that effectively guaranteed no talking.
But rather than the initial squeak of surprise followed by inevitable struggle, Miranda moaned and moved her lips in harmony with Andy’s. Thus it was Andy who pulled away with a squeak and Miranda who followed, eyes falling shut as she reinitiated the kiss.
Deciding the woman must still be asleep, Andy went along with it, relaxing and slowing the tempo down. She dug her fingers into silver hair and adjusted Miranda’s head to a more comfortable position for the both of them. The older woman was happy to follow Andy’s subtle cues, glad to finally have some satisfying substance to her dreams. She ran her hands up and down silken skin and willed the woman on top of her to deepen the kiss.
As if she had read her mind, Andy’s tongue flickered out to lick playfully at Miranda’s lips. Once more and the other woman eagerly granted entrance.
Andy didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but she was unwilling to fully break it off. Eventually Miranda slowed as her breathing deepened, indicating she had once again fallen into a deeper REM cycle. Andy could feel her eyes growing heavy and she struggled to keep awake and savor the moment. Unable to do so, she dropped off, curled around Miranda.
XOXOXOXOX
Waking up the next morning was akin to struggling through a heavy snowdrift on the verge of hypothermia. Relaxed and lethargic, it was an effort for Miranda to open her eyes. She hadn’t felt like this since the last time she had really good sex.
Sex. That reminded her of her latest dream. A dream that had felt extremely real. Frowning, she looked about her bedroom cast in the early morning light as if her dream lover was still there. No one, but strangely her kitten was under the covers, curled up purring against her ribs.
Andy was not happy to be pulled from her cocoon. It was warm and her purrs were in sync with the heavy beating of Miranda’s heart. Still as she licked her nose and blinked the sleep from her eyes, she couldn’t deny she was happy to see a very confused and flustered Miranda. Andy realized she must have remembered the night before and with more coherency than the usual hazy late night dreams.
Andy was correct. Miranda couldn’t shake the feeling that there had been an actual person in her bed last night, giving her near orgasmic kisses. But that was impossible right?
Andy spent the day being inordinately pleased with herself, wearing the lush red ribbon with no complaint, generally staying out of mischief and watching over Runway proceedings with a smug eye. Yet at the same time she couldn’t wait to kiss Miranda again. She found herself craving it and became more twitchy as the day wore on, impatient for her “witching hour”.
Miranda spent the day becoming increasingly distracted as more memories of the dream filtered back to her. Soft, bare skin under her hands, welcome pressure across her legs, wet, warm lips meeting hers with aching slowness. She twitched at the flood of heat between her legs and glared at Nigel who was now looking at her with a question of concern on his face.
“Don’t even say it,” she growled softly.
Nigel seemed to have a death wish as he ignored his boss’s words, “Are you ok-“
“Out!” Miranda ordered, never raising her voice but with the right amount of venom to send the man scurrying from the room.
“This is all your fault,” she told the kitten on a stack of books that cluttered the corner of her desk. “I didn’t have these distracting dreams until you came along. And reminded me of her.” Lifting Andy up under the belly, Miranda raised her to meet her eyes. “It’s the eyes. You, little kitten, have the exact same eyes as Andrea Sachs.”
XOXOXOX
While somewhat unsettled by Miranda’s prolific words that afternoon, it did not stop Andy from curling up on her usual pillow that night. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep. And from the way Miranda was tossing and turning it seemed she was having the same problem.
Finally around one o’clock in the morning, Miranda finally gave up. Sitting up with a huff, she snatched her robe that lay on a nearby chair and stalked from the room. 20 minutes later she was ensconced in her study with a fresh cup of steaming coffee and pictures from the latest Dior adds, her kitten still sleeping blissfully unaware back in the bedroom.
Miranda didn’t dream that night and Andy didn’t change.
The next morning both parties were characteristically and uncharacteristically grouchy. The former stormed about work causing everyone to duck and cover as she clacked by, while the later sat moodily on the glass desk fuming that her change was directly tied to Miranda.
An unsatisfactory meeting with Nigel had Miranda marching out the door to breath fire at her hapless assistants while the man sat back in his chair, stunned. “What’s got her panties in a bunch?” he asked her kitten (still staying the requisite two meters away, else his allergies flare up).
Andy had to wonder the same thing. Thinking back across the past thirteen days she had been a cat, she noticed a definite pattern in both her and her “owner’s” habits. Andy only changed back to her original form when in the presence of Miranda. And Miranda apparently only had a good night’s sleep when Andy was next to her. (Although that did not take into account the restless dreams). She and Miranda were bound together in some inexplicable way. “You meddling old fairy bitch,” Andy thought to herself, “I would’ve gotten over my crush. Eventually.”
That night Miranda brought Andy along to a working dinner and she did her best to be the perfect little kitten; lapping delicately at her milk, purring happily, and looking adorable in general. She was pretty sure Donatella paid more attention to her then she did to Miranda. Unfortunately that did nothing for Miranda’s mood. When Andy saw she wasn’t helping, she abandoned Donatella and the fish she was being fed to curl up in Miranda’s lap. The heavy petting made up for the fish - just barely.
As she readied for bed, Miranda knew she couldn’t pull another all nighter but she was reluctant to return to her erotic dreams. However, upon seeing her kitten already curled up on the second pillow, purring softly in her sleep, she couldn’t deny the pull.
As Miranda’s breathing deepened, Andy cracked an eye open, to excited about the forthcoming change to sleep. She sat there patiently, watching over the woman she has come to admire and probably love. 3:30 and she could feel her skin shiver as the change took hold.
Human again, Andy had to stifle her excited giggle. Leaning over Miranda, she felt anticipation and lust warring in her chest. Inches away from contact with lush lips, the older woman’s eyes opened, this time without a trace of sleepiness within and whispered, “Andrea.”