Things Change, or Not (6/?)
Things Change, or Not
Author: ink_rebel
Rating: M
Pairing: Mirandy, Andy/other
Disclaimer: Of course i don't own them, if i did then the real fun could begin ;)
Summary: On the surface Andy has the perfect life, one invitation could change everything.
A/N: All mistakes are mine, i apologise now and forever.
Chapter six
Miranda recovering quickly from her shock, whipped her voice into its most deadly whisper,
‘What do you want?’
‘I’m here to tell you to back off, leave Andy alone- she doesn’t need you brainwashing her. She’s mine not yours get used to it!’ Sarah shouted at Miranda- she knew when she was doing it she was signing her own death certificate but anger had blinded her.
Miranda merely smiled at the fuming blonde d inclined her head and hand toward the open doorway. Sarah looked taken aback, going into the dragon’s liar had not been in her plan, but she stepped inside the town house anyway- “no-one will find by body” thought Sarah as she heard the door click shut.
Miranda turned to her unwanted guest,
‘Andrea is a grown woman she is not your property, therefore if you could refrain from marking your territory it would be appreciated, I’ve just had the carpets cleaned’. Miranda took great delight in the yelp that slipped past the blonde lips.
‘Andy’s just confused, she didn’t mean it when she said we’re over, so don’t go thinking she’s single now’.
‘You really think Andrea would stay with you after what you’ve done, after that humiliation’, Miranda took a step towards the blonde forming a powerful force to be reckoned with.
‘It was you. It’s your fault, bitch, you ruined everything’, the penny dropped for Sarah, Miranda had told Andy.
‘No, it was your fault, if you weren’t happy you should have told her, not cheated on her. No-one deserves that’. Miranda’s response cut like a knife into the heart of her opponent.
‘Now, as much as I’ve loved our little chat, I want you to leave now. And don’t even think of going to the press or contacting Andrea ever again’. Miranda dismissed her, moving to the door.
Andy had finished her shower, but couldn’t settle, she had to speak to Miranda explain she wasn’t mad at her. She threw on some DVB jeans and Ralph Lauren polo, grabbed her coat and ran out her apartment. Arriving at the town house she heard the unmistakable voice of Miranda arguing with, no, it couldn’t be, Sarah? Just then the door opened and Miranda with her back to Andy said to said to a shaking with anger blonde,
‘And don’t bother looking for jobs in modelling anymore your not what there looking for’
‘How dare you, you can’t do that!’ came the squeaking response from Sarah, she was looking past Miranda at Andy standing in the doorway with utter shock written on her face.
‘Watch me’ came Miranda’s simple response,
‘I heard TV guide are hiring, they need someone to scrub the floors, I’d be happy to give you a recommendation’ Miranda voice had taken on a sweet edge, Sarah wanted to smack the smirk right off her face, and seeing Andy standing on Miranda’s doorstep pushed her over her edge. Sarah lunged forward at Miranda, her fist flying through the air aimed at Miranda icy glare.
Before Miranda could do anything, she saw a flash of brown hair and an elegant figure moved swiftly in front of her. And within a moment had the blonde pinned to the floor, her pleases muffled by the carpet.
‘Miranda’ came Andy’s greeting and it seemed to shake Miranda out of her shock at the events that had just transpired, in the hallway of her home.
‘Andrea?’ Miranda said her name as a question,
‘I used to live in Brooklyn’ Andy smiled at Miranda and the world seemed to stop spinning Miranda felt and odd sense of grounding.
A day later Andy found herself in her studio finishing off Opera’s shoot, as she thanked her and promised her “yes” they would do lunch soon. As she moved things round for the next shoot, giving numerous assistants orders, Andy though back to two years ago. She wouldn’t have thought then that she’s have her own photography company and be one of the most in demand fashion photographers, who had just finished shooting Opera, Hilary Clinton and JK Rowling, for an ‘inspirational and powerful woman’ article for the NY Sunday Times. She only had one more woman too shoot and when she looked at the sheet her assistant handed to her she saw who that last woman was… Miranda Priestly. Her assistant then informed her that Miranda insisted that it only be Andrea and her when shooting no-one else was to be in the studio. So Andy took a deep breathe and told everyone to set up what they could then leave for lunch, she wasn’t to be disturbed when they returned.
Andy looked up into cool blue eyes mischief danced in their depths, Andy directed where she wanted Miranda and began shooting, talking continuously to Miranda asking her to move slightly. Her nerves disappeared as soon as she picked up her camera, she could do this she was good at this. But how she wished Miranda had chosen to wear something that didn’t scream sex quite as much as what she was wearing did. She knew the photos would be great and to be fair she was shooting much longer than necessary, she had got THE shot in the first set of frames. But how often do you get the chance to study Miranda so intently and be allowed too. As Miranda moved her shoulder allowing her blouse to cut even lower between the creamy skin of her breasts, she tilted her head to the side, and gave Andy and the camera such a come fuck me look that Andy’s breathe caught and she found her resolved tested, not to do just that.
Andy realised it was time to stop, she put her camera down and took a deep breathe before looking up into darkened blue eyes which were staring intently at her, with a longing in their depths.
‘Andrea’ Miranda purred, causing Andy attention to snap from where it was flitting from her lips to her eyes. Andy was so glad Miranda had insisted it only be them two in the studio when she was being photographed, she bit her lip to suppress a moan when Miranda licked over her bottom lip. She moved towards Miranda and Miranda moved with swift elegance towards her, they met half a step away from each other, close, so close but not touching, yet. Hands ached to reach out and touch smooth skin, eyes darted from lips to eyes with every quickened heartbeat.
Miranda couldn’t stand it her knees felt weak, this whole photo shoot had been a prolonged session of foreplay and all she wanted to do was reach forward and capture those ruby red lips which had haunted her dreams for so long. As she moved forward her lips barely brushed Andrea’s when Andy’s studio door burst open and Andrea’s assistant came in, reeling off a list of messages to her. Andy sprang back and turn swiftly towards the door picking up her camera and laptop followed closely by her oblivious assistant. At the door she turned to Miranda and hope glimmered in Miranda’s eyes as she said to her,
‘Good shoot Miranda, I think the Times will be pleased. I’ll see you at the ball tomorrow’, her professional tone helped snap Miranda back into ice queen mode, but a smile couldn’t be hid as she turned sliding on her sunglasses and dialling Roy simultaneously. As she passed Andy at the door, she leaned in close to her ear and purred ‘Roy will pick you up at 8’
And with her signature,
‘That’s all she was gone’.
To be continued...