Miranda's Greatest Disappointment part six
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Title: Miranda's Greatest Disappointment
Part: six
Rated: M
By: Me
Do I own these people? Umm...let me think..........no, I don't think I do.
What is my story about? I'm not even really sure. Ha. But it has something to do with Mirandy. Sometimes...
And story......I really hope this isn't sucking...btw. Ha.
Chapter 6
Miranda couldn’t seem to detach herself from the soft lips which were hungrily kissing her with a passion unmatched by any other kiss Miranda had ever allowed to happen in her life. She finally pulled herself away enough to whisper, “stop,” but those gentle lips caught up to her lips almost before she could finish the word. So many questions she couldn’t bring herself to ask raced through her head as she fell in to the kiss, deeper than she had wanted to.
Why did you leave me? I could handle Stephen, but I couldn’t handle you…
And all those insecurities that she had so artfully suppressed surfaced again as she allowed herself to be kissed.
It took everything she had to pull away, to stop Andrea from kissing her again. She could see the questioning, begging look forming in the hazel brown eyes opposite her. Miranda tilted her head and pressed her lips together, not sure what she was feeling.
“Are you…” Andrea was about to ask Miranda if she was all right, and that was not what she wanted her to ask, not right then.
“No,” Miranda quickly answered, “Don’t say anything.” The firmness in her voice had somehow returned and she got up and moved away from the fidgeting girl. Andrea was nervous; Miranda could tell as she walked away, back into her suite, into the bedroom. She reached around to undo her dress and it slid off her body and in to one big pile on the floor.
She briefly wondered if the girl would stay on the porch, or if she’d have enough sense to come inside where it was warmer. (Chicago weather was turning out to be quite chilly and breezy.) But really Miranda could care less what Andrea did; as long as she didn’t leave. Miranda didn’t want her to leave.
But she would be damned if she’d ask her to stay for the sake of staying. Miranda Priestly did not beg for company.
Miranda huffed as she pulled on her striped pajama bottoms and matching button-up top. She was resolved to be comfortable, but she could imagine that Andrea was not. As an after-thought, Miranda grabbed a robe and turned to go find the girl, but gasped when she found that Andrea was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She looked absolutely gorgeous in that little Holt number; she had let her hair down and it hung in bent waves. Her lipstick was smeared from the one, albeit long, kiss they had shared.
Miranda took a deep breath and sighed, adverting her eyes, her tongue licking the corner of her lip. “Let’s get you out of this ridiculous dress.” She resolved, moving so that she was behind Andrea. She unzipped the back zipper and watched as the dress was slowly pushed down and away from Andrea’s body. It revealed a perfectly shaped waistline and a tight little behind. Miranda looked, but couldn’t quite react. It was just a body, like any other body she had seen in her life. Was it really that much more exciting than any other?
But her nerves were on end as she handed the robe to the younger woman and watched her turn around to put it on, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Andrea’s small chest as she closed the robe. “Thanks,” Andrea shyly remarked.
Miranda just nodded and then she was off again, off to the little living room area the suite provided. She sat down on the couch, trying to still her racing mind. There were too many thoughts…to many feelings running through her mind, her body. She couldn’t think straight, she felt lost and that was a feeling she hated more than anything else.
Andrea sat beside her; the silence growing thick with unsaid words, increasing the tension between them. But Andrea would be darned if she broke the silence first; so she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, staring directly at Miranda. She wasn’t sure what was happening or why it was happening or what would happen later. All she knew was that she wanted to kiss her former boss again and again and she never wanted to stop. But Miranda had pulled away. So Andrea assumed it might never happen again.
And finally, after what seemed like an hour, Miranda spoke, “I didn’t realize it until I got home from Paris,” she inhaled, “but I was more…I think I cared more that you had left me than I cared that Stephen had. It was a shitty thing of you to do. I mean honestly, Andrea, how was I supposed to get over losing my husband and you.” Her words were weak, but the power behind them made them sound solid.
“Losing me? I didn’t think I would matter as much; aren’t all your assistants dispensable?” Andrea saw her chance to dominate; she could sense Miranda losing her control.
The corners of Miranda’s lips turned upwards in a sort of smile and she nodded, “bad assistants are disposable, Andrea; good assistants are rare and move up in the world.”
“But why me? Wasn’t I your greatest disappointment? If I remember correctly, that’s what you told my current employer in your letter of recommendation.” Andrea continued her stare at the side of Miranda’s face, for Miranda had yet to actually look at her.
“You were my greatest disappointment. I had such high hopes for you, Andrea. You were my best pupil. You learned quickly and efficiently and there was something that set you apart.”
“My lack of fashion sense?” Andrea interjected with a laugh.
“This is funny to you, still?” Miranda turned on her, finally meeting her gaze head on.
Andrea shrank back. “No, no it’s not funny. I just…I…” Andrea paused, “well…how do you expect me to feel…I mean what do you want me to say?”
Miranda looked away again. She didn’t know.
Silence fell between them again.
It was finally Andrea who, with whatever courage she had left, moved closer to Miranda, touched her cheek with her finger. Miranda recoiled momentarily, before turning to look at Andrea. She wanted her to kiss her again.
As if Andrea read her mind, she moved even closer to the older women. Her lips pressed firmly, but gently against Miranda’s, kissing her with the same fervor and passion that had grabbed hold of them moments before. Despite the fact they were completely not suitable for one another in speech or conversation, they had a strange physical connection that felt so wonderful. Kissing, it would seem, was the only thing they could agree upon. Neither dominated or acted submissive. It was a mutual kiss.
It dragged on…and on… and on…until finally they somehow fell into a sleep like state, wrapped up in one another, their lips finally coming apart sometime early the next morning.
~*~
A hand weakly shook Andrea awake, lips brushed briefly at her cheek, her neck. She pushed the mouth away, her eyes reluctantly coming open. She was in an unfamiliar room, on a large cream sofa, with Miranda Priestly hovering sleepily above her. What was happening? Andrea was so groggy. She glanced towards the outside, noticing that it was still dark. Had she slept through the day?
“Andrea,” Miranda’s voice was deep, thick with sleep. “Come to the bed.” She reached out her hand, which Andrea took, still very confused as to what was happening. She followed Miranda into the bedroom and the two practically fell on to it. Miranda, surprisingly motherly, pulled the blankets up and around the two of them, and then, before she could fall back asleep she leaned over and kissed Andrea, an awkward, needy kiss that both surprised Andrea and elicited thoughts of the previous night’s events. Miranda turned away from Andrea and mumbled, before falling back asleep, “I’m too old to sleep on the couch.”
Andrea’s eyes widened and then squinted, finding that it was almost five in the morning. She needed to go back to sleep. Miranda was so strange, she concluded as she turned away from her and curled up into a ball, falling, almost, immediately back to sleep.
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Andrea was the first to wake up the next morning. She was surprised to find that a head full of light-gray hair was resting on her shoulder; a warm breath was exhaled against her bare chest every couple of seconds. Miranda Priestly was, if she was not mistaken, cuddling with her. And in the morning light, Miranda looked so innocent, so pure as she slept, oblivious to her surroundings and the fact that her body was so close to Andrea’s.
Andrea could hardly believe this was happening. She supposed that she had wanted this; yes, she had always wanted to be this close to Miranda, to know her up close and personal. Miranda was a mystery that Andrea had always, secretly, wanted to solve. And now she was so docile and no longer in control. She was simply a woman, asleep.
Andrea felt all her fear of this domineering woman drain from her body, and she just wanted to lie in bed with her all day and feel her presence next to her.
But suddenly a faint vibrating from the bedside table alerted Andrea to the fact that Miranda’s cell phone was ringing. She felt Miranda stir, her body tense, her warm lips were removed from Andrea’s chest and she sat up, rather confused. Her eyes widened upon noticing Andrea next to her, so close to her. But as she examined Andrea, she reached behind her for her phone, “Hello?” Her voice was filled with sleep.
Andrea could hear a frantic Emily screaming at Miranda on the other end.
“No, no. Emily if you come in here I will make sure you never work again.” Miranda’s voice was firm, but her eyes were still seemingly mesmerized by Andrea’s presence in her bed. “I don’t care; tell them I will be there. That’s all.” Miranda shut the phone on Emily’s muffled pleas. She quickly removed herself from the bed, tearing her eyes away from the now wide-eyed brunette who was still lying in the bed. “You let me sleep in until 10:30?” She scowled, seemingly in Andrea’s direction.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who woke me up at five this morning.” Andrea was beginning to find that she much preferred Miranda asleep.
“I can’t sleep on couches.” Miranda reiterated her statement from the night before and Andrea couldn’t help but wish she would come back to the bed so she could kiss her into submission, relieve some of her suddenly built up tension.
As Andrea watched the older woman rushing in and out of the bathroom, in random states of dress, she couldn’t help but notice that the woman was in pain. Clearly she’d fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch and now her neck was bothering her. “Come here.” Andrea instructed, trying to get the older woman to quit rushing around. But Miranda just glared at her and finished putting in her earrings. She already looked twelve-times better than she had that morning, but Andrea found that she liked the less put together Miranda. “Miranda, come here.” Andrea tried again, sitting up in the bed.
“What?” Miranda hissed, stepping in to a pair of Manolo Blahniks, while fastening a diamond bracelet around her wrist. “I have to be at a meeting by 11:00. And I’ve already missed one event today.”
“Shut up, and come here.” Andrea hated her this stressed out. Miranda exhaled sharply and then complied. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Andrea. Andrea smiled at her gorgeous back. She had such a slender figure. Her hands moved gently to the base of Miranda’s neck, massaging it tenderly, trying to locate the aching spot. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she heard a faint moan escape from Miranda’s thin, pale lips. Andrea grinned and leaned forward, adding kisses to her heeling hands. Miranda rolled her neck to the right, allowing Andrea to kiss the crook of her neck.
As soon as Andrea removed her lips, she pulled her hands away, in an evil move, and slid away from Miranda. “Well get going. You’re going to be late.”
Miranda stood up and glared at her. Straightening her shirt bottom, she raised an eyebrow at the younger woman and without further words she left.
And Andrea was alone in the huge hotel bed that moments ago had been so warm. Now it was cold and unfamiliar. She needed to leave.
Grabbing her Holt dress from the ground where they had left it, she pulled the robe tighter around herself and bolted for the door, praying to God that no one would be on the other side to catch her. And to avoid any more run-ins, she took the stairs all the way down to her level, gratefully making it in to her room before she saw anyone.
TBC...:D ?