Memories By Moonlight. Chapter 6
Author: pure_ecstasy6
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+ adult themes
Beta: None. Me, myself and I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
Special Thanks: My friend, zingleagain who will know why... she always gives me fanstatic idea's where I'm stuck! and to dhautequest for the stunning banner! =D
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Miranda walked into the ball room where it held the younger stragglers of the party with the odd older men no doubt hoping to score a night with one of the many clackers. Good luck to them. She thought dryly.
As she walked down the staircase which had candles lined either side - as usual - Miranda was instantly met with a very familiar scene and she sighed. Not again.
Looking around the party had turned from calm and soft chattering to a full blown food fight.
The Runway editor reached the floor just as a piece of sliced cake went flying passed her grazing her shoulder. She couldn't believe someone had dared to throw food at her at her own event. "Whoever that was is going to pay." She loudly spoke over music which had been turned up to a deafening volume.
Scanning the vicinity she saw nobody looking at her and so decided that it was accidentally thrown near her.
Continuing to walk over to where her daughters stood laughing loudly by the chocolate fountain - covered in said chocolate sauce as well as cake and cream - when suddenly something quite cold impacted with the right side of her face.
Gritting her teeth Miranda began to slowly turn around to face the person who dared to ruin her hair and make-up. There were only three people who would dare to do such a thing - Nigel, Emily and of course her wife... her daughters knowing better than to do it at a public outing like this - and she wasn't at all surprised when she saw Andrea standing in the door way where she had been hiding obviously waiting for her return trying to not giggle like a school girl. "You did not just do that."
"Oh, baby, I did." Andy responded and began laughing as if thinking it was the most funniest thing.
Miranda began slowly shaking her head as she raised a hand to practically scrap off the cream which collected in a big glob in her hand and she instantly pressed said hand into her wife's face. "Two can play this game.'
"Bring. It. On." Andy responded.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?"
Andy shrugged. "Why not?!" She questioned, leaning forward. "Let's let our hair down."
"That sounds like a-" Miranda stopped talking when two cream pies were pushed against the back of her shoulders. "Oh no..." She said, grabbing the pie which Andrea held out for her and turned around to be met with Cassidy and Caroline and said pie instantly went straight into her daughters face head on. So much for thinking they knew better.
The four of them began laughing - Miranda's laugh hearty and true in a way she never allowed in such a public setting but tonight she didn't care - "you better start running." She warned her daughter's.
Cassidy and Caroline turned and rushed back to where they had been standing - both laughing hysterically - and Miranda turned to face her wife as she was met with a palm of cream on the other side of her face. "Oh my god, the four of you are really pushing your luck tonight!" She said as her wife continued to giggle like a school girl. "You better make a run for it also because when I lay my eyes on you again you're done for."
"Like I said before bring it on, beautiful... But first I'm using a quick time out." Andy said.
Miranda snorted, raising an eyebrow. "A quick time out?"
"Yes. I have to pee! I haven't broken the seal yet." Andy whined.
"Oh my god." Miranda responded with a roll of her eyes. "You're terrible."
Andy smirked. "You love me though." She whispered, kissing the side of her lover’s mouth. "I won't be long."
With those words Miranda watched as her lover headed up the staircase to the private bathrooms where she had just come from. I love her so much. She thought as her lover turned back around at the top to beam that million dollar smile at her. Why she loves me though I have no idea... Utterly baffling.
With that thought Miranda turned around and moved in on her daughters who were sipping champagne and grabbed the nearest food she could get her hands on.
"Oh, crap!" She heard Cassidy's all too familiar words say once her daughters spotted her causing her lips to twitch into a devilish smile.
~*~
"The elevators aren't working." Irv informed Andy as she stopped at said elevator and had been about to press the button not noticing the light wasn't on for said button.
"Oh." Andy commented before realising who had spoken to her and she slowly turned to face Irving Ravitz - "the toad" - she heard her wives voice echoing in her mind and gritted her teeth. "I need to speak to you."
Irv raised an eyebrow. "Now?"
"Yes. Now." Andy ordered, looking over to the door of the stairwell. "Follow me."
"But I-" Irv said, looking towards the restroom.
"Now." Andy demanded, pushing open said stairwell door.
Once Irv was inside the stairwell and the door shut behind him the man raised an eyebrow. "What is this about?"
"You should know." Andy responded. "You tell me."
Irv began shaking his head. "I haven't got a clue."
Andy began laughing and shook her head. "I know about your little plan."
Irv swallowed at those words.
"How you plan on trying to ruin my wives career all over again." Andy continued. "But you're not going to."
It was Irv’s time to start laughing now. "Oh, I will... I am going to oust her for good. Of course she'll still reign as the Runway editor for the next few years but once she turns 60 and is forced to retire she will all because she thinks she has a special and secure spot on the board but as soon as she's out she'll get a good shock."
"You're not going to do it." Andy said.
"There's only one thing you can do to stop me from going ahead." Irv said, looking Andy up and down his eyes lingering on the brunette's cleavage.
Andy shook her head as her stomach churned. "Whatever you're thinking it's never going to happen." She responded and before she realised it Irv’s small chubby meat hand quickly grabbed hers in a surprisingly strong grip and he placed it atop his pants of his crotch.
With wide eyes and instantly disgusted at feeling Irv’s incredibly small boner she managed to pull her hand from his grip and shoved him back into the wall. "Don't you ever try that again!" She roared, continuing. "You're a disgusting piece of work... You should be ashamed of yourself! I don't know how your wife can lay next to you of a night-time."
"I could say that about you and your own wife." Irv shot back.
"Wow, he has a backbone." Andy said, eyes wide. "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" She asked, bracing herself against the wall. I drank too much punch. She thought.
Irv nodded. "Only that your precious Miranda will never replace me as the chairman of Elias Clarke like she oh so hopes and thinks will happen."
"Miranda will replace your slime ball ass!" Andy shot back.
"She doesn't and never will deserve replacing me." Irv responded, smirking. "That cold hearted bitch couldn't even if she tried."
Staring at the amused gleam in Irv’s eyes Andy pushed away from the wall on slightly unsteady legs, pointing at Irv. "You better watch your mouth!"
"Oh, and what are you going to do?" Irv asked, smirking.
"Oh, she is going to replace you, and you're going to be the laughing stock of this entire town!" Andy firmly said laughingly.
"There's no way that can hap-"
"Yes. There. Is." Andy cut Irv off, slamming a hand against the wall near Irv's face.
"There's nothing a gold digging slut like you can do." Irv shot at the brunette, straightening and trying to stand his ground.
"Oh, wow." Andy said, standing back from Irv, staring at him. "You shouldn't have said that. I am going to destroy you because guess what..." She whispered. "I have a dirt on you." she gleefully confessed.
Irv laughed at those words and the brunette could tell he was getting nervous.
"I've got your attention now, haven't I... little guy?!" Andy asked, glaring at Irv who gritted his teeth and she began laughing. "Would you like to have a wild guess at what I have found out about you?!"
"There's nothing you could possibly know about me." Irv replied, voice confident but his face beginning to falter slightly.
"I've watched you in all of your TV interviews and how you get political and into heated discussions with your right wing bullshit how same-sex marriage is wrong, abortion is wrong." At those words Irv gulped hard as if knowing where this was going. "Oh yes, that's right. I found out your dirty secret. You loathe abortion so much yet when you found out your college girlfriend was pregnant - both times- you forced her to get abortions."
"How did you find this information?!" Irv angrily asked.
"Well, you see I have friends who know friends that could find this kind of dirt and oh boy am I glad they did because I am going to have a field day with publicly outing you and bringing you down." Andy responded, grinning and her eyes gleaming. "You're going down, buddy, right down. There's no way you will come back from this. You're going to have nothing left." She said as she turned around and began heading down the stairs. "Keep your eyes peeled these next few days. It won't be long until it goes to print."
"No!" Irv roared. "You can't!"
Andy laughed, stopping half way down the staircase and turning bank around. "Oh, Irving..." she said, shaking her head. “I can and I will unless you give me your word you will stop sabotag-" She stopped mid speech - having begun to turn back around and continue her descent however her foot buckled and she lost the lose grip she had on the railing and began falling. She stared at Irv with wide eyes, and braced herself for impact before everything went black as the right side of her head collided with the wall at the bottom.
~*~
Unable to believe that she was head to toe covered in cake and cream and lots of other things Miranda Priestly scanned the room looking for her lover who had taken quite a long time in the bathroom.
Frowning at not seeing her brunette beauty she looked to her daughters. "Have you seen Andrea?"
Caroline and Cassidy shook their heads.
"Hmm, I'll go and look upstairs. Can one of your please get Elise to go and get changes of clothes for all of us from the closet at Runway? I want to leave soon."
"I'll go and find her." Cassidy replied.
"I'm gonna go talk to that waiter over there. He keeps eyeing me." Caroline said.
Rolling her eyes Miranda headed for the staircase and once upstairs she checked all three bathrooms and the rooms surrounding but saw no sign of her lover.
"Have you seen Andrea?" Miranda asked as she stepped into the elevator with Lucinda the quicker alternative to get back downstairs.
"No, sorry, last I saw she was at the bar half an hour ago." Lucinda replied. "A couple clackers got stuck in here for a few minutes earlier, did you hear? Apparently they thought it was the end of the world."
Not paying any attention to the woman next to her Miranda frowned as a little bit of concern bubbled up inside of her as the doors to the elevator began to slide shut just as there was a horrified scream coming from the second floor.
"What on earth?" Miranda asked as Lucinda’s arm shot out through the small gap of the closing doors and both of them stood out and instantly saw a group gathering by the stairwell door.
Her heels clicking firmly against the floor Miranda glided over. "What's going on?" She questioned as they looked at her with shocked eyes.
"Miranda... Oh my god!" Jocelyn cried.
"Get yourself under control and tell me what hap-" Miranda stopped mid speech as she walked through the door and her eyes connected with her lover who lay motionless down the first set of stairs. "Andrea!" She gasped and rushed down the stairs, knees colliding with the hard floor. "Andrea!" She said more loudly this time, her hands going to her wives
shoulder and giving her a soft shake. "Please wake up." She whispered urgently but her lover was out cold. She placed two fingers on Andrea’s neck and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the brunette's heart beating. "Don't just stand there gawking... Call for a fucking ambulance!" She yelled hysterically at her employees who were hovered above shocked and unmoving. "I'm here darling. Help is on the way. You're going to be fine." She whispered, cupping her lover’s cheek and praying that her words would be true.
~*~
Later That Night.
Miranda stood instantly as the neurosurgeon walked into the waiting room. “How is she?!”
“Andrea sustained a brain bleed which took my intern and I quite a while to get under control through the severe swelling.” Doctor Nicholas Channing said as he stood in his scrubs in front of the very well-known Runway editor which his wife admired. “Because of the bleed your wife lost quite a lot of blood, and because of her rare blood type we haven’t been able to get a transfusion in just yet.”
“Dylan shares the same blood type.” Miranda said. “Get him on a plane.” She said, looking over to her daughters who nodded and hurriedly got out their phones.
“Is he…?”
“Andrea’s brother.” Miranda responded. “He can give the transfusion. Will she be able to wait that long?”
“It’s very touch and go at the moment.” Doctor Channing replied. “I don’t want to put a band aid over this and say that she is going to be okay because the injury sustained is severe, and from the stress and exhaustion of it Andrea’s body hasn’t been able to handle the shock so has gone into a coma.”
Miranda’s hand covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“This is a very common thing, and for now Andrea is stable yet still touch and go and my nurses will be on round the clock duty keeping an eye on her if she is to fall back into critical. We will do everything in our power to keep that from happening.”
“But…” Miranda’s hands were shaking now as tears welled in her eyes. “She will wake up, won’t she?!”
Doctor Channing looked quite solemnly at Miranda. “I cannot answer that with confidence.”
Miranda shook her head. “No… no. This cannot be happening!” she said, feeling like she could scream. “One minute she was perfectly fine by my side covered in… in fucking cream and now she… she’s….” she wasn’t able to keep her tears at bay in front of the surgeon anymore and let them fall.
“As traumatic as this is for Andrea I have seen many patients in situations like hers and they’ve made near perfect recoveries.” Doctor Channing said.
“We have to give her body time to heal, Mom.” Cassidy whispered, gripping her mom’s hand tightly.
“I need to see her.” Miranda firmly said.
“Of course.” Doctor Channing responded, turning around. “Follow me. However I can only allow one of you in there at a time.”
The twins nodded. “We can wait.”
Doctor Channing continued. “There’s a lot of machines, and she may look like it would be very uncomfortable for her, but I assure you she is feeling no pain.”
~*~
A Little While Later.
Cassidy watched her mother lying next to Andy's body which was hooked up to countless machines that beeped over and over again.
Her mom hadn't stopped talking to Andrea since the doctor and nurse left the room after informing them that they had gotten Andy into a stable enough condition but weren't sure when she would wake up.
Knowing her mother would refuse to leave Andy's side until the love of her life woke up and that she and Caroline would have to be as strong as possible for their mom.
Caroline then appeared next to her sipping and cringing at the awful hospital coffee as their hands entwined, heads resting against each other, as they also prayed that their Ma would wake up.
"It's going to be okay." Caroline whispered.
Cassidy, the more emotional of the two, hiccupped from crying too much and turned in Caroline's arms holding her sister tightly. "This isn't fair."
"I know. She will wake up though. She's Andy, iron gut and can drink grown men under the table." Caroline whispered back.
Looking back through the window with uncertainty and hope for their future they knew that all they could do was hope.
~*~
Staring into her wives eyes Miranda ran her hand back and fourth across Andrea's forehead being incredibly mindful of the tube down her throat and the bandage which covered the young womans head. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the edge of Andrea's mouth just like her wife had down with her before this whole mess had happened.
“Life without you by my side isn't worth living.” Miranda whispered, silent tears falling down her eyes. "Please wake up for me darling. Please, please, please."
~*~
When the three Priestly's came out of their memories they all had tears running down their cheeks.
"Life without you by my side isn't worth living." Miranda whispered.
Andy smiled at those words, and wiped her lover’s cheeks. "You would survive because you're Miranda Priestly... The fierce Dragon Lady." She whispered and winked.
Miranda began laughing at that. "Oh, darling." She whispered, leaning forward and capturing those glorious lips.
Cassidy smiled and looked away, staring up at the night sky which was magnificent, a sight she would never get sick of.
"I still can't believe you all thought Irv pushed me!" Andy laughingly said.
"Well, all signs pointed to it. He was spotted leaving the stairwell in a panic without calling for help." Miranda responded.
"Where did he end up once he got out of jail and Andy's article accidently got leaked?" Cassidy questioned never having thought to ask this question until now having been simply glad the toad had pissed off and finally left her mom alone.
"Talk was that after his wife left him he moved to his cabin upstate being forced into early retirement." Andy replied. "Allowing your phenomenal mom here to reign not only Runway but Elias-Clarke also."
"Minus those two years after you woke up and you recovered and we then explored the globe." Miranda commented.
The brunette sighed. "That recovery was painful, and I know I got extremely grumpy with all of you for quite a few months, but I am forever grateful I had you all by my side through those tough days."
Cassidy smiled. "Caroline and I didn't want to be anywhere else."
Andy smiled also. "As for the travelling." she sighed dreamily at the thought. "Those eight months were utterly breathtaking." she said, leaning into her lover. "I think my most favourite moment will always be recreating Paris."
"Mmm, oh yes. That was..." Miranda chuckled, licking her lips. "Utterly incredible."
"Taking you up against the wall at the top of the Eiffel Tower." Andy murmured into Miranda's ear.
Miranda's cheeks flushed at the thought as her daughter cleared her throat and stood from the rock she'd been occupying.
"I think that's my que to leave." Cassidy said laughingly as she began walking away, arms becoming chilly with goosebumps. "You two should head up to the house soon... that breeze is getting cold."
"Yes, mother!" Miranda said before laughing and arousal shooting through her as her wife bit her earlobe. "Oh, darling..." she whispered, her brunette beauty now beginning to kiss her neck.
"Or that weekend in Iceland where we spent the whole time in our hotel room and we fucked on every surface possible." Andy said, her hand moving back and fourth her lover’s chest, teasing the edge of Miranda's blouse. "Fucking all night on that polar bear rug in front of the fire... making you squirt."
"Ohhh." Miranda moaned. "Yessss... I will never forget that night." she responded. "Correction... I have never forgotten any of the moments we've made love."
Andy smiled, her heart skipping a beat at those words, as her hand slipped into Miranda's blouse and touching her wife’s bra-less breasts which were already standing at attention. She pinched Miranda's left nipple unexpectedly causing her wife to jolt. "Mmm... you like that?" she murmured, moaning into her wife’s ear.
"Yes." Miranda breathed. "So much."
Andy chuckled, pinching Miranda's breast once more.
"We should..." Miranda's voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. "We should go inside."
"Good idea." Andy replied, and soon they stood, and she wrapped the blanket around them and she stopped her wife with a heart stopping kiss leaving her lover breathless before they headed for the house with that last memory of Iceland in the forefront of both of their minds.
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Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+ adult themes
Beta: None. Me, myself and I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
Special Thanks: My friend, zingleagain who will know why... she always gives me fanstatic idea's where I'm stuck! and to dhautequest for the stunning banner! =D
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Miranda walked into the ball room where it held the younger stragglers of the party with the odd older men no doubt hoping to score a night with one of the many clackers. Good luck to them. She thought dryly.
As she walked down the staircase which had candles lined either side - as usual - Miranda was instantly met with a very familiar scene and she sighed. Not again.
Looking around the party had turned from calm and soft chattering to a full blown food fight.
The Runway editor reached the floor just as a piece of sliced cake went flying passed her grazing her shoulder. She couldn't believe someone had dared to throw food at her at her own event. "Whoever that was is going to pay." She loudly spoke over music which had been turned up to a deafening volume.
Scanning the vicinity she saw nobody looking at her and so decided that it was accidentally thrown near her.
Continuing to walk over to where her daughters stood laughing loudly by the chocolate fountain - covered in said chocolate sauce as well as cake and cream - when suddenly something quite cold impacted with the right side of her face.
Gritting her teeth Miranda began to slowly turn around to face the person who dared to ruin her hair and make-up. There were only three people who would dare to do such a thing - Nigel, Emily and of course her wife... her daughters knowing better than to do it at a public outing like this - and she wasn't at all surprised when she saw Andrea standing in the door way where she had been hiding obviously waiting for her return trying to not giggle like a school girl. "You did not just do that."
"Oh, baby, I did." Andy responded and began laughing as if thinking it was the most funniest thing.
Miranda began slowly shaking her head as she raised a hand to practically scrap off the cream which collected in a big glob in her hand and she instantly pressed said hand into her wife's face. "Two can play this game.'
"Bring. It. On." Andy responded.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?"
Andy shrugged. "Why not?!" She questioned, leaning forward. "Let's let our hair down."
"That sounds like a-" Miranda stopped talking when two cream pies were pushed against the back of her shoulders. "Oh no..." She said, grabbing the pie which Andrea held out for her and turned around to be met with Cassidy and Caroline and said pie instantly went straight into her daughters face head on. So much for thinking they knew better.
The four of them began laughing - Miranda's laugh hearty and true in a way she never allowed in such a public setting but tonight she didn't care - "you better start running." She warned her daughter's.
Cassidy and Caroline turned and rushed back to where they had been standing - both laughing hysterically - and Miranda turned to face her wife as she was met with a palm of cream on the other side of her face. "Oh my god, the four of you are really pushing your luck tonight!" She said as her wife continued to giggle like a school girl. "You better make a run for it also because when I lay my eyes on you again you're done for."
"Like I said before bring it on, beautiful... But first I'm using a quick time out." Andy said.
Miranda snorted, raising an eyebrow. "A quick time out?"
"Yes. I have to pee! I haven't broken the seal yet." Andy whined.
"Oh my god." Miranda responded with a roll of her eyes. "You're terrible."
Andy smirked. "You love me though." She whispered, kissing the side of her lover’s mouth. "I won't be long."
With those words Miranda watched as her lover headed up the staircase to the private bathrooms where she had just come from. I love her so much. She thought as her lover turned back around at the top to beam that million dollar smile at her. Why she loves me though I have no idea... Utterly baffling.
With that thought Miranda turned around and moved in on her daughters who were sipping champagne and grabbed the nearest food she could get her hands on.
"Oh, crap!" She heard Cassidy's all too familiar words say once her daughters spotted her causing her lips to twitch into a devilish smile.
~*~
"The elevators aren't working." Irv informed Andy as she stopped at said elevator and had been about to press the button not noticing the light wasn't on for said button.
"Oh." Andy commented before realising who had spoken to her and she slowly turned to face Irving Ravitz - "the toad" - she heard her wives voice echoing in her mind and gritted her teeth. "I need to speak to you."
Irv raised an eyebrow. "Now?"
"Yes. Now." Andy ordered, looking over to the door of the stairwell. "Follow me."
"But I-" Irv said, looking towards the restroom.
"Now." Andy demanded, pushing open said stairwell door.
Once Irv was inside the stairwell and the door shut behind him the man raised an eyebrow. "What is this about?"
"You should know." Andy responded. "You tell me."
Irv began shaking his head. "I haven't got a clue."
Andy began laughing and shook her head. "I know about your little plan."
Irv swallowed at those words.
"How you plan on trying to ruin my wives career all over again." Andy continued. "But you're not going to."
It was Irv’s time to start laughing now. "Oh, I will... I am going to oust her for good. Of course she'll still reign as the Runway editor for the next few years but once she turns 60 and is forced to retire she will all because she thinks she has a special and secure spot on the board but as soon as she's out she'll get a good shock."
"You're not going to do it." Andy said.
"There's only one thing you can do to stop me from going ahead." Irv said, looking Andy up and down his eyes lingering on the brunette's cleavage.
Andy shook her head as her stomach churned. "Whatever you're thinking it's never going to happen." She responded and before she realised it Irv’s small chubby meat hand quickly grabbed hers in a surprisingly strong grip and he placed it atop his pants of his crotch.
With wide eyes and instantly disgusted at feeling Irv’s incredibly small boner she managed to pull her hand from his grip and shoved him back into the wall. "Don't you ever try that again!" She roared, continuing. "You're a disgusting piece of work... You should be ashamed of yourself! I don't know how your wife can lay next to you of a night-time."
"I could say that about you and your own wife." Irv shot back.
"Wow, he has a backbone." Andy said, eyes wide. "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" She asked, bracing herself against the wall. I drank too much punch. She thought.
Irv nodded. "Only that your precious Miranda will never replace me as the chairman of Elias Clarke like she oh so hopes and thinks will happen."
"Miranda will replace your slime ball ass!" Andy shot back.
"She doesn't and never will deserve replacing me." Irv responded, smirking. "That cold hearted bitch couldn't even if she tried."
Staring at the amused gleam in Irv’s eyes Andy pushed away from the wall on slightly unsteady legs, pointing at Irv. "You better watch your mouth!"
"Oh, and what are you going to do?" Irv asked, smirking.
"Oh, she is going to replace you, and you're going to be the laughing stock of this entire town!" Andy firmly said laughingly.
"There's no way that can hap-"
"Yes. There. Is." Andy cut Irv off, slamming a hand against the wall near Irv's face.
"There's nothing a gold digging slut like you can do." Irv shot at the brunette, straightening and trying to stand his ground.
"Oh, wow." Andy said, standing back from Irv, staring at him. "You shouldn't have said that. I am going to destroy you because guess what..." She whispered. "I have a dirt on you." she gleefully confessed.
Irv laughed at those words and the brunette could tell he was getting nervous.
"I've got your attention now, haven't I... little guy?!" Andy asked, glaring at Irv who gritted his teeth and she began laughing. "Would you like to have a wild guess at what I have found out about you?!"
"There's nothing you could possibly know about me." Irv replied, voice confident but his face beginning to falter slightly.
"I've watched you in all of your TV interviews and how you get political and into heated discussions with your right wing bullshit how same-sex marriage is wrong, abortion is wrong." At those words Irv gulped hard as if knowing where this was going. "Oh yes, that's right. I found out your dirty secret. You loathe abortion so much yet when you found out your college girlfriend was pregnant - both times- you forced her to get abortions."
"How did you find this information?!" Irv angrily asked.
"Well, you see I have friends who know friends that could find this kind of dirt and oh boy am I glad they did because I am going to have a field day with publicly outing you and bringing you down." Andy responded, grinning and her eyes gleaming. "You're going down, buddy, right down. There's no way you will come back from this. You're going to have nothing left." She said as she turned around and began heading down the stairs. "Keep your eyes peeled these next few days. It won't be long until it goes to print."
"No!" Irv roared. "You can't!"
Andy laughed, stopping half way down the staircase and turning bank around. "Oh, Irving..." she said, shaking her head. “I can and I will unless you give me your word you will stop sabotag-" She stopped mid speech - having begun to turn back around and continue her descent however her foot buckled and she lost the lose grip she had on the railing and began falling. She stared at Irv with wide eyes, and braced herself for impact before everything went black as the right side of her head collided with the wall at the bottom.
~*~
Unable to believe that she was head to toe covered in cake and cream and lots of other things Miranda Priestly scanned the room looking for her lover who had taken quite a long time in the bathroom.
Frowning at not seeing her brunette beauty she looked to her daughters. "Have you seen Andrea?"
Caroline and Cassidy shook their heads.
"Hmm, I'll go and look upstairs. Can one of your please get Elise to go and get changes of clothes for all of us from the closet at Runway? I want to leave soon."
"I'll go and find her." Cassidy replied.
"I'm gonna go talk to that waiter over there. He keeps eyeing me." Caroline said.
Rolling her eyes Miranda headed for the staircase and once upstairs she checked all three bathrooms and the rooms surrounding but saw no sign of her lover.
"Have you seen Andrea?" Miranda asked as she stepped into the elevator with Lucinda the quicker alternative to get back downstairs.
"No, sorry, last I saw she was at the bar half an hour ago." Lucinda replied. "A couple clackers got stuck in here for a few minutes earlier, did you hear? Apparently they thought it was the end of the world."
Not paying any attention to the woman next to her Miranda frowned as a little bit of concern bubbled up inside of her as the doors to the elevator began to slide shut just as there was a horrified scream coming from the second floor.
"What on earth?" Miranda asked as Lucinda’s arm shot out through the small gap of the closing doors and both of them stood out and instantly saw a group gathering by the stairwell door.
Her heels clicking firmly against the floor Miranda glided over. "What's going on?" She questioned as they looked at her with shocked eyes.
"Miranda... Oh my god!" Jocelyn cried.
"Get yourself under control and tell me what hap-" Miranda stopped mid speech as she walked through the door and her eyes connected with her lover who lay motionless down the first set of stairs. "Andrea!" She gasped and rushed down the stairs, knees colliding with the hard floor. "Andrea!" She said more loudly this time, her hands going to her wives
shoulder and giving her a soft shake. "Please wake up." She whispered urgently but her lover was out cold. She placed two fingers on Andrea’s neck and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the brunette's heart beating. "Don't just stand there gawking... Call for a fucking ambulance!" She yelled hysterically at her employees who were hovered above shocked and unmoving. "I'm here darling. Help is on the way. You're going to be fine." She whispered, cupping her lover’s cheek and praying that her words would be true.
~*~
Later That Night.
Miranda stood instantly as the neurosurgeon walked into the waiting room. “How is she?!”
“Andrea sustained a brain bleed which took my intern and I quite a while to get under control through the severe swelling.” Doctor Nicholas Channing said as he stood in his scrubs in front of the very well-known Runway editor which his wife admired. “Because of the bleed your wife lost quite a lot of blood, and because of her rare blood type we haven’t been able to get a transfusion in just yet.”
“Dylan shares the same blood type.” Miranda said. “Get him on a plane.” She said, looking over to her daughters who nodded and hurriedly got out their phones.
“Is he…?”
“Andrea’s brother.” Miranda responded. “He can give the transfusion. Will she be able to wait that long?”
“It’s very touch and go at the moment.” Doctor Channing replied. “I don’t want to put a band aid over this and say that she is going to be okay because the injury sustained is severe, and from the stress and exhaustion of it Andrea’s body hasn’t been able to handle the shock so has gone into a coma.”
Miranda’s hand covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“This is a very common thing, and for now Andrea is stable yet still touch and go and my nurses will be on round the clock duty keeping an eye on her if she is to fall back into critical. We will do everything in our power to keep that from happening.”
“But…” Miranda’s hands were shaking now as tears welled in her eyes. “She will wake up, won’t she?!”
Doctor Channing looked quite solemnly at Miranda. “I cannot answer that with confidence.”
Miranda shook her head. “No… no. This cannot be happening!” she said, feeling like she could scream. “One minute she was perfectly fine by my side covered in… in fucking cream and now she… she’s….” she wasn’t able to keep her tears at bay in front of the surgeon anymore and let them fall.
“As traumatic as this is for Andrea I have seen many patients in situations like hers and they’ve made near perfect recoveries.” Doctor Channing said.
“We have to give her body time to heal, Mom.” Cassidy whispered, gripping her mom’s hand tightly.
“I need to see her.” Miranda firmly said.
“Of course.” Doctor Channing responded, turning around. “Follow me. However I can only allow one of you in there at a time.”
The twins nodded. “We can wait.”
Doctor Channing continued. “There’s a lot of machines, and she may look like it would be very uncomfortable for her, but I assure you she is feeling no pain.”
~*~
A Little While Later.
Cassidy watched her mother lying next to Andy's body which was hooked up to countless machines that beeped over and over again.
Her mom hadn't stopped talking to Andrea since the doctor and nurse left the room after informing them that they had gotten Andy into a stable enough condition but weren't sure when she would wake up.
Knowing her mother would refuse to leave Andy's side until the love of her life woke up and that she and Caroline would have to be as strong as possible for their mom.
Caroline then appeared next to her sipping and cringing at the awful hospital coffee as their hands entwined, heads resting against each other, as they also prayed that their Ma would wake up.
"It's going to be okay." Caroline whispered.
Cassidy, the more emotional of the two, hiccupped from crying too much and turned in Caroline's arms holding her sister tightly. "This isn't fair."
"I know. She will wake up though. She's Andy, iron gut and can drink grown men under the table." Caroline whispered back.
Looking back through the window with uncertainty and hope for their future they knew that all they could do was hope.
~*~
Staring into her wives eyes Miranda ran her hand back and fourth across Andrea's forehead being incredibly mindful of the tube down her throat and the bandage which covered the young womans head. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the edge of Andrea's mouth just like her wife had down with her before this whole mess had happened.
“Life without you by my side isn't worth living.” Miranda whispered, silent tears falling down her eyes. "Please wake up for me darling. Please, please, please."
~*~
When the three Priestly's came out of their memories they all had tears running down their cheeks.
"Life without you by my side isn't worth living." Miranda whispered.
Andy smiled at those words, and wiped her lover’s cheeks. "You would survive because you're Miranda Priestly... The fierce Dragon Lady." She whispered and winked.
Miranda began laughing at that. "Oh, darling." She whispered, leaning forward and capturing those glorious lips.
Cassidy smiled and looked away, staring up at the night sky which was magnificent, a sight she would never get sick of.
"I still can't believe you all thought Irv pushed me!" Andy laughingly said.
"Well, all signs pointed to it. He was spotted leaving the stairwell in a panic without calling for help." Miranda responded.
"Where did he end up once he got out of jail and Andy's article accidently got leaked?" Cassidy questioned never having thought to ask this question until now having been simply glad the toad had pissed off and finally left her mom alone.
"Talk was that after his wife left him he moved to his cabin upstate being forced into early retirement." Andy replied. "Allowing your phenomenal mom here to reign not only Runway but Elias-Clarke also."
"Minus those two years after you woke up and you recovered and we then explored the globe." Miranda commented.
The brunette sighed. "That recovery was painful, and I know I got extremely grumpy with all of you for quite a few months, but I am forever grateful I had you all by my side through those tough days."
Cassidy smiled. "Caroline and I didn't want to be anywhere else."
Andy smiled also. "As for the travelling." she sighed dreamily at the thought. "Those eight months were utterly breathtaking." she said, leaning into her lover. "I think my most favourite moment will always be recreating Paris."
"Mmm, oh yes. That was..." Miranda chuckled, licking her lips. "Utterly incredible."
"Taking you up against the wall at the top of the Eiffel Tower." Andy murmured into Miranda's ear.
Miranda's cheeks flushed at the thought as her daughter cleared her throat and stood from the rock she'd been occupying.
"I think that's my que to leave." Cassidy said laughingly as she began walking away, arms becoming chilly with goosebumps. "You two should head up to the house soon... that breeze is getting cold."
"Yes, mother!" Miranda said before laughing and arousal shooting through her as her wife bit her earlobe. "Oh, darling..." she whispered, her brunette beauty now beginning to kiss her neck.
"Or that weekend in Iceland where we spent the whole time in our hotel room and we fucked on every surface possible." Andy said, her hand moving back and fourth her lover’s chest, teasing the edge of Miranda's blouse. "Fucking all night on that polar bear rug in front of the fire... making you squirt."
"Ohhh." Miranda moaned. "Yessss... I will never forget that night." she responded. "Correction... I have never forgotten any of the moments we've made love."
Andy smiled, her heart skipping a beat at those words, as her hand slipped into Miranda's blouse and touching her wife’s bra-less breasts which were already standing at attention. She pinched Miranda's left nipple unexpectedly causing her wife to jolt. "Mmm... you like that?" she murmured, moaning into her wife’s ear.
"Yes." Miranda breathed. "So much."
Andy chuckled, pinching Miranda's breast once more.
"We should..." Miranda's voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. "We should go inside."
"Good idea." Andy replied, and soon they stood, and she wrapped the blanket around them and she stopped her wife with a heart stopping kiss leaving her lover breathless before they headed for the house with that last memory of Iceland in the forefront of both of their minds.
~*~