All I want Is You 4/?
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
A Week Later.
Miranda looked at the last photo from the Japan shoot which had thankfully been able to continue. “Very, very good.” She commented, nodding. “Just incredible.” She murmured. The fabrics used on the dresses were absolutely divine. “I don't know how he does it.” She whispered, talking about the designer Yuuki, shaking her head in awe as she went back to the very first photo to look through them once more.
When she realised she has spent more time admiring the photos than she should have Miranda closed the album and picked up her phone. 9:45am. She would be leaving for Miami in a little under two hours.
On its own accord her hand reached for her phone and she clicked Andrea's speed-dial. “Are you busy?” She asked as soon as the phone was answered.
“Hi.” Andrea cheerfully replied. “Um, nope. Not at all.”
“Good. Pack a bag for two nights and be ready to leave in an hour.” Miranda spoke before hanging up.
Sitting back and biting her nail she knew instantly she shouldn't have done that. There was no reason for Andrea to need to come to Miami with her. She picked up the phone again to call Andrea and tell her to not bother but hesitated.
Give in to temptation. Andrea's voice whispered to her from her dream last night. You know you want to.
Ohhh, darling. Miranda had moaned before jumping awake at the sound of Patricia barking. What would be the harm in giving in? She wondered. Like she said the other night even if it were to end badly at least they could say they had fun and enjoyed each other for as long as it lasted.
However once in Miami her mature side came back out as she watched Andrea kicking a soccer ball with a random child in the courtyard of their hotel laughing and chattering away with him. She's so young. Ridiculously young. You're not a cougar. And with these thoughts she turned back around and fled the hotel as if it had caught on fire.
~*~
Sighing as Andy checked her phone once again, seeing no messages from Miranda she realised that this trip was for work and nothing else. You really are delusional to think it could have been something more. She said to herself as she walked back into the hotel after having been keeping an eye on a child whilst his mother rushed inside with her other child who had been sick by the pool.
“Thanks Andy!” The little boy yelled once his mother reappeared ten minutes later.
“It was my pleasure, Jack.” Andy replied over her shoulder, the boy absolutely beaming. Well, at least someone has enjoyed my company. She thought as she headed for the front doors to begin her next piece for RUNWAY which she had been surprised to receive as it didn't feel like RUNWAY material; the new modern age of tattoo’s and piercings.
Shrugging Andy stopped at a yellow cab and asked for directions before walking to her destination.
Hours later Andy collapsed down onto her bed. Her feet were killing her however she'd had an enjoyable day being taken on a tour of Miami by the woman she had met up with for her article. Though it would have been an even better day had her tour guide been one Miranda Priestly.
When are you going to get it through your head that she isn't interested?! She chastised herself, groaning in frustration. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep just yet she decided that a soak in the hot springs inspired spa room downstairs was in order.
~*~
Miranda closed The Book with frustration from where she lay in bed amongst the cushions with a half empty glass of champagne. She couldn't concentrate on work when she knew Andrea was right across the hall all on her own. Just go to her!
Biting her lip Miranda placed The Book along with her reading glasses on the bedside table next to her phone and stood from the bed. She looked at her appearance in the mirror, having yet to change out of her clothes and shower, she fixed her hair. She then pocketed her key-card, grabbed an unopened bottle of MOËT and two flute glasses and exited her hotel room. She walked the two steps to Andrea's room.
Taking a deep breath she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Her heart raced as she waited. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.
The door never opened though. She knocked again a little louder this time and again no answer.
Looking around and feeling ridiculous she quickly re-entered her own room and leaned against the closed door. Well if that isn't a sign then I don't know what is! She thought, shaking her head, putting down the bottle and glasses and walked over to the drinks trolley to have something stiffer.
An Hour Later.
She had finally been able to concentrate on The Book long enough to finish it. It was going to be an amazing November issue but she couldn't get excited about it as she wanted to know where Andrea was.
Some more time past as she finished a second glass of whisky when she heard Andrea's laughter from outside.
Quickly standing she walked over to the door.
“I know, I had a wonderful time too! I really enjoyed getting to know you and I can't wait to do it again! We’re on for our date scheduled next month!”
She went on a date. Miranda thought, hand dropping from the door handle as she stepped away. It's for the best. She tried to tell herself as she walked towards the bathroom to get on with her nightly rituals, and did her best to push all thoughts of Andrea from her mind.
~*~
Three Days Later.
Morning.
“Andrea, I'm in a rush.” Miranda said, needing to get past Andrea who kept blocking her exit from the elevator.
“I know, but I don't care.”
“I beg your pardon?” Miranda asked, eyebrow raised.
“You've been ignoring me ever since Miami!”
Miranda swallowed hard at those words.
“What have I done wrong?!” Andrea questioned, sounding defeated. “I've had dead silence from you and when I saw you yesterday you didn’t even look at me, and I have my trip coming up in Australia and I would like to know that I can contact you if I need to.”
“What are you talking about? I have been busy as have you. Period.” Miranda replied, not looking at Andrea because if she did she knew the brunette would see right through her. She longed to speak to Andrea these past few days, to hear of the brunette’s growing excitement for Australia, but that’s not how it could be and she has accepted it. “You’re no longer my assistant. I don’t need to bug you every second. You’re simply a writer employed at RUNWAY. Not to mention you met someone in Miami so I thought you’d be too focused on him as it sounded like you had an oh so wonderful time. You finally listened to my advice of keeping an eye open for Mr. Right.”
“What?!” Andrea was absolutely taken aback. “I haven't met anyone! I spent the day with Laura Gibson for my article about tattoos of all things!! Not to mention I'm over dating if it can't be with who I desire!”
She wasn’t on a date?! Miranda thought. She hasn’t met anyone! It’s you she wants! But no, she shook her head, it was still for the best they kept their distance. “Then maybe you need to move on.”
Andrea went from looking shocked at what she had heard, to confused, then deflated by those words as she slowly moved away to allow her to exit. “I don't think I can.”
“We can always do things even if we think we can't. That's how life works.” Miranda responded and with that walked away. Very good. You dealt with that well.
“Am I still coming to the MET Gala?” Andrea called out.
“That's your job, is it not?” Miranda responded, not looking back.
~*~
Lunch Time.
Andy paced back and fourth the length of Doug's lounge room. “She is just so god damn confusing! One minute she’s giving me these wonderful, really amazing signals and then the next it's like she's a completely different woman with an even more guarded wall up, and wanting to shut me out for good. I mean, those conversations we've had over the phone and then that night in her office. That night was incredible. We talked softly for ages, hands occasionally bumping into each other, shoulders brushing. And the way her eyes soften when she sees me, she instantly relaxes. Then she goes and acts like she did in Miami like I was an assistant again to ignore!”
“I don't think she could ever ignore you. You're stunning, Andy, and if she can't see that then she's crazy!”
“I know one things for sure is that she's driving me crazy! Ugh!” Andy groaned. “We've run out of wine and I need wine.” She responded, she wasn’t a day-drinker but today the urge was there.
“I'm coming with wine.”
“You have your lunch with Evan.”
“He got called into work.” Doug replied, continuing. “I think he's getting bored of me anyway.”
“He's an idiot! Where does he work?! I'll slap some sense into him!”
“I think it's for the best.”
Andy frowned.
“I think he's still hung up on his ex Troy.”
“Oh.” Andy said. “What a jerk!”
“So, I'm coming with wine and we can continue talking about your Miranda dilemma.”
“Okay Dougie, thank you.”
“See you in ten.”
Andy dropped her phone and continued pacing pretty much until Doug arrived. “I'm thinking I'm not going to go tonight and then I think it's best I hand in my weeks’ notice before I fall even more into Miranda's spell.” Not to mention she had a pain in her lower back and she had a feeling she was getting the flu. She would hate to infect Miranda and Caroline who she knew was the RUNWAY editors plus one for this evenings gala.
“Oh no you don't!” Doug said, shaking his head and breaking through her thoughts. “You're not doing that. You-“ he pointed at her. “Are a Sachs! Sachs don't pussy out when things get tough!”
Andy rubbed her face, feeling a headache coming on. She hadn't been keeping track but she was probably also due for her period which she would prefer over the flu.
“You don't give up! You were born to be a fighter! I believe you more than you believe yourself with how you see Miranda look at you and how differently she treats you. She's attracted to you, I'll bet you one hundred dollars right here and now! She has been burned in the past by husbands and people in the industry. She is a highly private and guarded woman and has been this way since she was thirty five! Something major went down to make her like that, but you have the heart and soul that she needs to brighten her life up again, and she knows it but she's fighting with herself. She's the type of woman that would be writing a "Pro's & Con's" list and listening to the Con's more because she doesn't want to let her guard down to get hurt again.”
“I'd never hurt her!”
“We both know this, but Miranda doesn't. She has been let down by so many people that she has conditioned herself to always think that it will continue to happen and doesn't allow herself happiness because of it.”
“You sound so sure of yourself.” Andy responded as she downed some wine.
“Because I've known people like her and they acted the same way! Remember Robert. He acted the same way. Deeply closeted yet ached to be with me and fought so much with himself about it that he made himself sick.”
“I really loved him. He was good for you. Is he still…”
“He is, thankfully, and touch wood it continues that way.” Doug said, the both of them touching the coffee table. “He has HIV thanks to a jerk who decided to spike his drink and take advantage of him.”
“No way!” Andy said, eyes widening.
“Robert was always too trust-worthy with people.” Doug replied, continuing. “If only he had of stayed living with me and he never would have gone to that party on his own.”
Andy handed her best friend a tissue.
“Look at me, a blubbering mess!” Doug said, wiping his eyes. “Where were we about Miranda?! Oh that's right! You aren't quitting! Sachs don't quit!”
At Doug's firm words she put her arms around him. “You're the greatest man I've ever known and you will find your soulmate.”
“I really loved Robert.”
“I know you did.” Andy replied, rubbing Doug's back.
After downing more wine Doug pulled himself together. “You're going to go to one of the greatest events of the year that I am sooooo jealous of you for and you're going to put on that Vera Wang.” He pointed to the dress which hung in its protective bag. “And you're going to show Miranda how much of an amazing catch you are! Just go for it, rub it in her face, and show her what she'll be missing if she doesn't allow herself to be her.”
“I'm not sure. It could go horribly wro-“
“Stop thinking about the if's and but's.” Doug shook Andy. “You're doing this and I will carry you there myself if I have to!”
“You're the best friend a girl could ever have!” Andy said, cuddling Doug tightly once more. “You stayed by my side when Nate left and now you're being so understanding about my love for Miranda.”
“Because she's a smoking hot bombshell who I'd even take a dip in her lady pond.” Doug announced.
Andy cupped her mouth, laughing, falling back into the couch.
“And I'm not the only gay guy that thinks like this, trust me!” Doug seriously replied, also laughing.
“Oh, sweetie, I don't doubt you for a second!” Andy replied, sipping her wine and continuing her chatter with Doug all the while hoping he was correct about his suspicions of Miranda.
~*~
That Night.
“Are you sure I look okay?” Andy asked in the taxi.
“Andy, you're a fox!” Doug replied, handing over drinks money that she tried to push away. “You're going to enjoy the night!” He ordered her to take it. “And if you know who can't see how amazing you are then they're insane!” he said, mindful of the driver listening.
Andy watched as Doug handed money to the driver. “Are you getting out too?”
“My PLENTY OF FISH catch is around the corner.”
“I wish I knew how to move on as quickly as you do.”
“Evan and I had fun, but he wasn't the love of my life like yours is. You can't just move on from that.” Doug responded. “Thanks for the ride.” He said to the driver as they stood out of the car.
“Thanks.” Andy said, smiling politely at the driver before closing the door. “But if she ignores me tonight like she has been then I am no longer going to try.” She said as she watched Doug rubbing his forehead with his hands. “What are you doing?”
“Getting out all of my positive vibes and putting it into you.” Doug said, touching Andy's forehead and then kissed her. “You have all of my faith and support to get you through tonight which is going to be one mind blowing night! And I mean, look at those celebrities!” He said, looking over to the Red Carpet. “You've got to enjoy tonight.”
“What if it turns horrible?!” Andy pouted.
“Suck it up and enjoy it for me because I am not as lucky as you and have to miss out on such a once in a life time opportunity.”
Andy, not taking offence by his words, sighed and rubbed her face.
“Oh sweetie, none of that, you'll ruin my perfectly applied make-up.” Doug fussed, continuing. “Now get out of that gorgeous mind of yours, straighten those creamy shoulders, and strut your sexy ass inside and show Miranda what she is missing.”
“Okay.” Andy said, taking a few steady breaths, but not moving. “I'm nervous.”
“Get yourself a bubbly and breathe!” Doug said, pushing Andy softly and she began walking to the front entrance to where all the paparazzi and reporters were standing which was where she was to stand in these god awful shoes to get as many notes as possible before heading inside.
“You're gonna get her! I feel it in my bones!” Doug loudly told her, and as she looked over her shoulder couldn't help but laugh as she watched her best friend jumping up and down with excitement. “Love you sweetie.”
“Love you too.” Andy replied before looking back to the building, taking calming deep breaths, and made her way amongst the reporters who didn't even look at her and as she looked to the Red Carpet she realised why as they were ogling Jennifer Lopez in a stunning golden gown.
Pulling out her note book and pen she got down to why she was here - work and no play.
~*~
Fourty Minutes Later.
Hearing the sound of heels clacking behind her Miranda looked over her shoulder and halted all movement upon seeing Andrea looking absolutely to die for. My goodness, that dress, that hair, that flawless gorgeous face. Face which lit up, like usual, when their eyes met. “Andrea, I-“ her daughter cut her off coming out of the bathroom in a huff.
“Look at my hair, it got caught on the door!” Caroline grumbled. “Now it's ruined. I can't meet Lady Gaga like this!”
Miranda was glad her daughter interrupted her because had she continued speaking she would have made it known to Andrea how beautiful she really thought the brunette was. “Stop being so dramatic. It is easily fixed.” She said, motioning her daughter over to her. “Hold this.” She said to Andrea, passing over her clutch before she began fixing her sweethearts hair.
“How are the both of you?” Andrea softly asked as she rubbed her lower back.
“I'm so excited!” Caroline jumped up and down causing Miranda to sigh.
“You need to remain still for me to fix this.” Miranda commented, placing a pin in-between her lips. “I don't know how you managed to do this.” She muttered.
“I can't believe I am going to meet Lady Gaga!” Caroline said, looking to Andrea.
Sighing Miranda moved her daughters head so Caroline was facing the front.
“I love her music!” Andrea excitedly replied. “Wow, kid, I can't believe you're going to meet her!”
“You can meet her with me too if you like!” Caroline suggested.
“Oh, I would love to really, but I have lots to do for my work tonight.”
“But Mom will let you have a break. Won't you Mom?!” Caroline asked, hopeful.
“Of course. We all have to have some fun tonight.” Miranda replied, putting the pin back into her daughter’s hair.
“I'll have to see.” Andrea replied, continuing as she shifted her weight onto her other foot. “I really do have lots of work to get done.”
“Well, let me give you my number and you can call me if you have a boring moment.” Caroline said, holding her hand out for Andrea's phone.
“Caroline, you can't just order someone to give you their phone.” Miranda spoke.
“It's okay.” Andrea replied, Caroline already taking her phone from her limp hand the other which held her clutch and a glass of champagne.
“There! You have my number. I really hope you come find me tonight even if it's after I meet Lady Gaga.” Caroline hopefully said.
“You know we aren't going to be here for long, bobbsey, and like Andrea said she is going to be busy with work.”
Caroline waved her words away. “Andy can decide for herself, mom.”
Miranda saw Andrea smirk out of the corner of her eye. “There. All fixed.” She said a few seconds later, watching as Caroline walked over to a mirror to take a look.
“You're awesome, Mom!” Caroline said, turning back around and cuddling her.
“Yes, well, just be more careful next time when you use the bathroom.” Miranda said, turning to Andrea and holding a hand out for her clutch which she took back but not before noticing something about the brunette. “You're shaking.”
“I skipped lunch.”
“That was a silly decision.” Miranda replied, continuing. “Drinking that isn't going to help matters.” She pointed to the champagne.
“I need it for my nerves! I've never been around this many famous people!”
Chuckling Miranda motioned for them to start walking. “You'll have a great night.”
“I'm supposed to be working and not having fun.”
Miranda opened her mouth to speak when she heard Andrea's familiar phrase.
“Oh. My. God.”
“What's wrong?” Caroline asked, looking up from her phone.
“Sally Field just entered the bathroom!” Andrea said in awe.
“Oh, I love her in Brothers & Sisters!”
“When do you watch that?” Miranda was quick to ask.
“With Louise and her dads.” Caroline responded. “That's when Cassidy lets me come with her to Lou's house.”
“I love Kevin!” Andrea chimed in, turning to look at them with so much excitement on her face. It seems that champagne has gone to her head quickly.
“Yesss! I hope he and Scotty get married!” Caroline replied.
“That would be perrrrrfect!”
At Andrea's purr Miranda felt a shiver of arousal go through her. “We must be going!” She snapped a bit harsher than she meant to sound.
“Of course.” Andrea replied, not at all phased by her tone of voice. “However-“
Miranda froze when Andrea touched her upper arm, albeit very briefly, but feeling that soft skin against her own was - Oh goodness, she had to hold back her moan.
“I hope you won't think this out of line, but Miranda, I...”
Miranda watched as the brunette nervously scratched her wrist with her shaking hand, waiting with patience for the woman to continue.
“I know I shouldn't say it, but I've been thinking it for too long now.”
Miranda's heart rate picked up and looked to make sure Caroline was nowhere in ear shot.
“I think you are breathtaking.”
At those whispered words her heart skipped a beat.
“Stephen was a jerk to have left you.”
Miranda was well and truly speechless. She itched to reach out for Andrea, to pull the young woman into her arms.
“Come on guys!” Caroline said from where she stopped at the end of the hall way pulling Miranda from her thoughts. She licked her lips.
“I don’t expect you to say anything back.” Andrea whispered, their eyes connecting.
Miranda watched as Andrea touched her once again though her hand lingered this time and as the brunette pulled away her fingers trailed slightly down her arm. Oh sweet mother of Jesus. She remained silent as did Andrea, but only for a few seconds.
“Well, I better get back to it. Don't wanna disappoint the boss.” Andrea replied, grinning and winking at her. “I'll see you when I see you!” The brunette cheerfully said, eyes absolutely sparkling as she stood in the Vera Wang dress that just yesterday Miranda had envisioned Andrea wearing. The woman looked absolutely ravishing!
“Yes.” Was all she could say and with that Andrea's grin only widened and she watched as the glorious woman sauntered away with what she was sure was an extra sway to her hips.
“I'll try my best to come and find you later.” She watched Andrea say to Caroline who hugged the brunette before they both watched the woman disappear.
Taking a deep breath she looked down at her own shaking hands. Well... at least I know why she was shaking so much. She thought and nothing more came to mind. She was too stunned to have it vocally confirmed that Andrea Sachs was one hundred percent attracted to her. My mother must be rolling in her grave having a fit! She thought as she met up with Caroline.
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~*~
A Week Later.
Miranda looked at the last photo from the Japan shoot which had thankfully been able to continue. “Very, very good.” She commented, nodding. “Just incredible.” She murmured. The fabrics used on the dresses were absolutely divine. “I don't know how he does it.” She whispered, talking about the designer Yuuki, shaking her head in awe as she went back to the very first photo to look through them once more.
When she realised she has spent more time admiring the photos than she should have Miranda closed the album and picked up her phone. 9:45am. She would be leaving for Miami in a little under two hours.
On its own accord her hand reached for her phone and she clicked Andrea's speed-dial. “Are you busy?” She asked as soon as the phone was answered.
“Hi.” Andrea cheerfully replied. “Um, nope. Not at all.”
“Good. Pack a bag for two nights and be ready to leave in an hour.” Miranda spoke before hanging up.
Sitting back and biting her nail she knew instantly she shouldn't have done that. There was no reason for Andrea to need to come to Miami with her. She picked up the phone again to call Andrea and tell her to not bother but hesitated.
Give in to temptation. Andrea's voice whispered to her from her dream last night. You know you want to.
Ohhh, darling. Miranda had moaned before jumping awake at the sound of Patricia barking. What would be the harm in giving in? She wondered. Like she said the other night even if it were to end badly at least they could say they had fun and enjoyed each other for as long as it lasted.
However once in Miami her mature side came back out as she watched Andrea kicking a soccer ball with a random child in the courtyard of their hotel laughing and chattering away with him. She's so young. Ridiculously young. You're not a cougar. And with these thoughts she turned back around and fled the hotel as if it had caught on fire.
~*~
Sighing as Andy checked her phone once again, seeing no messages from Miranda she realised that this trip was for work and nothing else. You really are delusional to think it could have been something more. She said to herself as she walked back into the hotel after having been keeping an eye on a child whilst his mother rushed inside with her other child who had been sick by the pool.
“Thanks Andy!” The little boy yelled once his mother reappeared ten minutes later.
“It was my pleasure, Jack.” Andy replied over her shoulder, the boy absolutely beaming. Well, at least someone has enjoyed my company. She thought as she headed for the front doors to begin her next piece for RUNWAY which she had been surprised to receive as it didn't feel like RUNWAY material; the new modern age of tattoo’s and piercings.
Shrugging Andy stopped at a yellow cab and asked for directions before walking to her destination.
Hours later Andy collapsed down onto her bed. Her feet were killing her however she'd had an enjoyable day being taken on a tour of Miami by the woman she had met up with for her article. Though it would have been an even better day had her tour guide been one Miranda Priestly.
When are you going to get it through your head that she isn't interested?! She chastised herself, groaning in frustration. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep just yet she decided that a soak in the hot springs inspired spa room downstairs was in order.
~*~
Miranda closed The Book with frustration from where she lay in bed amongst the cushions with a half empty glass of champagne. She couldn't concentrate on work when she knew Andrea was right across the hall all on her own. Just go to her!
Biting her lip Miranda placed The Book along with her reading glasses on the bedside table next to her phone and stood from the bed. She looked at her appearance in the mirror, having yet to change out of her clothes and shower, she fixed her hair. She then pocketed her key-card, grabbed an unopened bottle of MOËT and two flute glasses and exited her hotel room. She walked the two steps to Andrea's room.
Taking a deep breath she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Her heart raced as she waited. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.
The door never opened though. She knocked again a little louder this time and again no answer.
Looking around and feeling ridiculous she quickly re-entered her own room and leaned against the closed door. Well if that isn't a sign then I don't know what is! She thought, shaking her head, putting down the bottle and glasses and walked over to the drinks trolley to have something stiffer.
An Hour Later.
She had finally been able to concentrate on The Book long enough to finish it. It was going to be an amazing November issue but she couldn't get excited about it as she wanted to know where Andrea was.
Some more time past as she finished a second glass of whisky when she heard Andrea's laughter from outside.
Quickly standing she walked over to the door.
“I know, I had a wonderful time too! I really enjoyed getting to know you and I can't wait to do it again! We’re on for our date scheduled next month!”
She went on a date. Miranda thought, hand dropping from the door handle as she stepped away. It's for the best. She tried to tell herself as she walked towards the bathroom to get on with her nightly rituals, and did her best to push all thoughts of Andrea from her mind.
~*~
Three Days Later.
Morning.
“Andrea, I'm in a rush.” Miranda said, needing to get past Andrea who kept blocking her exit from the elevator.
“I know, but I don't care.”
“I beg your pardon?” Miranda asked, eyebrow raised.
“You've been ignoring me ever since Miami!”
Miranda swallowed hard at those words.
“What have I done wrong?!” Andrea questioned, sounding defeated. “I've had dead silence from you and when I saw you yesterday you didn’t even look at me, and I have my trip coming up in Australia and I would like to know that I can contact you if I need to.”
“What are you talking about? I have been busy as have you. Period.” Miranda replied, not looking at Andrea because if she did she knew the brunette would see right through her. She longed to speak to Andrea these past few days, to hear of the brunette’s growing excitement for Australia, but that’s not how it could be and she has accepted it. “You’re no longer my assistant. I don’t need to bug you every second. You’re simply a writer employed at RUNWAY. Not to mention you met someone in Miami so I thought you’d be too focused on him as it sounded like you had an oh so wonderful time. You finally listened to my advice of keeping an eye open for Mr. Right.”
“What?!” Andrea was absolutely taken aback. “I haven't met anyone! I spent the day with Laura Gibson for my article about tattoos of all things!! Not to mention I'm over dating if it can't be with who I desire!”
She wasn’t on a date?! Miranda thought. She hasn’t met anyone! It’s you she wants! But no, she shook her head, it was still for the best they kept their distance. “Then maybe you need to move on.”
Andrea went from looking shocked at what she had heard, to confused, then deflated by those words as she slowly moved away to allow her to exit. “I don't think I can.”
“We can always do things even if we think we can't. That's how life works.” Miranda responded and with that walked away. Very good. You dealt with that well.
“Am I still coming to the MET Gala?” Andrea called out.
“That's your job, is it not?” Miranda responded, not looking back.
~*~
Lunch Time.
Andy paced back and fourth the length of Doug's lounge room. “She is just so god damn confusing! One minute she’s giving me these wonderful, really amazing signals and then the next it's like she's a completely different woman with an even more guarded wall up, and wanting to shut me out for good. I mean, those conversations we've had over the phone and then that night in her office. That night was incredible. We talked softly for ages, hands occasionally bumping into each other, shoulders brushing. And the way her eyes soften when she sees me, she instantly relaxes. Then she goes and acts like she did in Miami like I was an assistant again to ignore!”
“I don't think she could ever ignore you. You're stunning, Andy, and if she can't see that then she's crazy!”
“I know one things for sure is that she's driving me crazy! Ugh!” Andy groaned. “We've run out of wine and I need wine.” She responded, she wasn’t a day-drinker but today the urge was there.
“I'm coming with wine.”
“You have your lunch with Evan.”
“He got called into work.” Doug replied, continuing. “I think he's getting bored of me anyway.”
“He's an idiot! Where does he work?! I'll slap some sense into him!”
“I think it's for the best.”
Andy frowned.
“I think he's still hung up on his ex Troy.”
“Oh.” Andy said. “What a jerk!”
“So, I'm coming with wine and we can continue talking about your Miranda dilemma.”
“Okay Dougie, thank you.”
“See you in ten.”
Andy dropped her phone and continued pacing pretty much until Doug arrived. “I'm thinking I'm not going to go tonight and then I think it's best I hand in my weeks’ notice before I fall even more into Miranda's spell.” Not to mention she had a pain in her lower back and she had a feeling she was getting the flu. She would hate to infect Miranda and Caroline who she knew was the RUNWAY editors plus one for this evenings gala.
“Oh no you don't!” Doug said, shaking his head and breaking through her thoughts. “You're not doing that. You-“ he pointed at her. “Are a Sachs! Sachs don't pussy out when things get tough!”
Andy rubbed her face, feeling a headache coming on. She hadn't been keeping track but she was probably also due for her period which she would prefer over the flu.
“You don't give up! You were born to be a fighter! I believe you more than you believe yourself with how you see Miranda look at you and how differently she treats you. She's attracted to you, I'll bet you one hundred dollars right here and now! She has been burned in the past by husbands and people in the industry. She is a highly private and guarded woman and has been this way since she was thirty five! Something major went down to make her like that, but you have the heart and soul that she needs to brighten her life up again, and she knows it but she's fighting with herself. She's the type of woman that would be writing a "Pro's & Con's" list and listening to the Con's more because she doesn't want to let her guard down to get hurt again.”
“I'd never hurt her!”
“We both know this, but Miranda doesn't. She has been let down by so many people that she has conditioned herself to always think that it will continue to happen and doesn't allow herself happiness because of it.”
“You sound so sure of yourself.” Andy responded as she downed some wine.
“Because I've known people like her and they acted the same way! Remember Robert. He acted the same way. Deeply closeted yet ached to be with me and fought so much with himself about it that he made himself sick.”
“I really loved him. He was good for you. Is he still…”
“He is, thankfully, and touch wood it continues that way.” Doug said, the both of them touching the coffee table. “He has HIV thanks to a jerk who decided to spike his drink and take advantage of him.”
“No way!” Andy said, eyes widening.
“Robert was always too trust-worthy with people.” Doug replied, continuing. “If only he had of stayed living with me and he never would have gone to that party on his own.”
Andy handed her best friend a tissue.
“Look at me, a blubbering mess!” Doug said, wiping his eyes. “Where were we about Miranda?! Oh that's right! You aren't quitting! Sachs don't quit!”
At Doug's firm words she put her arms around him. “You're the greatest man I've ever known and you will find your soulmate.”
“I really loved Robert.”
“I know you did.” Andy replied, rubbing Doug's back.
After downing more wine Doug pulled himself together. “You're going to go to one of the greatest events of the year that I am sooooo jealous of you for and you're going to put on that Vera Wang.” He pointed to the dress which hung in its protective bag. “And you're going to show Miranda how much of an amazing catch you are! Just go for it, rub it in her face, and show her what she'll be missing if she doesn't allow herself to be her.”
“I'm not sure. It could go horribly wro-“
“Stop thinking about the if's and but's.” Doug shook Andy. “You're doing this and I will carry you there myself if I have to!”
“You're the best friend a girl could ever have!” Andy said, cuddling Doug tightly once more. “You stayed by my side when Nate left and now you're being so understanding about my love for Miranda.”
“Because she's a smoking hot bombshell who I'd even take a dip in her lady pond.” Doug announced.
Andy cupped her mouth, laughing, falling back into the couch.
“And I'm not the only gay guy that thinks like this, trust me!” Doug seriously replied, also laughing.
“Oh, sweetie, I don't doubt you for a second!” Andy replied, sipping her wine and continuing her chatter with Doug all the while hoping he was correct about his suspicions of Miranda.
~*~
That Night.
“Are you sure I look okay?” Andy asked in the taxi.
“Andy, you're a fox!” Doug replied, handing over drinks money that she tried to push away. “You're going to enjoy the night!” He ordered her to take it. “And if you know who can't see how amazing you are then they're insane!” he said, mindful of the driver listening.
Andy watched as Doug handed money to the driver. “Are you getting out too?”
“My PLENTY OF FISH catch is around the corner.”
“I wish I knew how to move on as quickly as you do.”
“Evan and I had fun, but he wasn't the love of my life like yours is. You can't just move on from that.” Doug responded. “Thanks for the ride.” He said to the driver as they stood out of the car.
“Thanks.” Andy said, smiling politely at the driver before closing the door. “But if she ignores me tonight like she has been then I am no longer going to try.” She said as she watched Doug rubbing his forehead with his hands. “What are you doing?”
“Getting out all of my positive vibes and putting it into you.” Doug said, touching Andy's forehead and then kissed her. “You have all of my faith and support to get you through tonight which is going to be one mind blowing night! And I mean, look at those celebrities!” He said, looking over to the Red Carpet. “You've got to enjoy tonight.”
“What if it turns horrible?!” Andy pouted.
“Suck it up and enjoy it for me because I am not as lucky as you and have to miss out on such a once in a life time opportunity.”
Andy, not taking offence by his words, sighed and rubbed her face.
“Oh sweetie, none of that, you'll ruin my perfectly applied make-up.” Doug fussed, continuing. “Now get out of that gorgeous mind of yours, straighten those creamy shoulders, and strut your sexy ass inside and show Miranda what she is missing.”
“Okay.” Andy said, taking a few steady breaths, but not moving. “I'm nervous.”
“Get yourself a bubbly and breathe!” Doug said, pushing Andy softly and she began walking to the front entrance to where all the paparazzi and reporters were standing which was where she was to stand in these god awful shoes to get as many notes as possible before heading inside.
“You're gonna get her! I feel it in my bones!” Doug loudly told her, and as she looked over her shoulder couldn't help but laugh as she watched her best friend jumping up and down with excitement. “Love you sweetie.”
“Love you too.” Andy replied before looking back to the building, taking calming deep breaths, and made her way amongst the reporters who didn't even look at her and as she looked to the Red Carpet she realised why as they were ogling Jennifer Lopez in a stunning golden gown.
Pulling out her note book and pen she got down to why she was here - work and no play.
~*~
Fourty Minutes Later.
Hearing the sound of heels clacking behind her Miranda looked over her shoulder and halted all movement upon seeing Andrea looking absolutely to die for. My goodness, that dress, that hair, that flawless gorgeous face. Face which lit up, like usual, when their eyes met. “Andrea, I-“ her daughter cut her off coming out of the bathroom in a huff.
“Look at my hair, it got caught on the door!” Caroline grumbled. “Now it's ruined. I can't meet Lady Gaga like this!”
Miranda was glad her daughter interrupted her because had she continued speaking she would have made it known to Andrea how beautiful she really thought the brunette was. “Stop being so dramatic. It is easily fixed.” She said, motioning her daughter over to her. “Hold this.” She said to Andrea, passing over her clutch before she began fixing her sweethearts hair.
“How are the both of you?” Andrea softly asked as she rubbed her lower back.
“I'm so excited!” Caroline jumped up and down causing Miranda to sigh.
“You need to remain still for me to fix this.” Miranda commented, placing a pin in-between her lips. “I don't know how you managed to do this.” She muttered.
“I can't believe I am going to meet Lady Gaga!” Caroline said, looking to Andrea.
Sighing Miranda moved her daughters head so Caroline was facing the front.
“I love her music!” Andrea excitedly replied. “Wow, kid, I can't believe you're going to meet her!”
“You can meet her with me too if you like!” Caroline suggested.
“Oh, I would love to really, but I have lots to do for my work tonight.”
“But Mom will let you have a break. Won't you Mom?!” Caroline asked, hopeful.
“Of course. We all have to have some fun tonight.” Miranda replied, putting the pin back into her daughter’s hair.
“I'll have to see.” Andrea replied, continuing as she shifted her weight onto her other foot. “I really do have lots of work to get done.”
“Well, let me give you my number and you can call me if you have a boring moment.” Caroline said, holding her hand out for Andrea's phone.
“Caroline, you can't just order someone to give you their phone.” Miranda spoke.
“It's okay.” Andrea replied, Caroline already taking her phone from her limp hand the other which held her clutch and a glass of champagne.
“There! You have my number. I really hope you come find me tonight even if it's after I meet Lady Gaga.” Caroline hopefully said.
“You know we aren't going to be here for long, bobbsey, and like Andrea said she is going to be busy with work.”
Caroline waved her words away. “Andy can decide for herself, mom.”
Miranda saw Andrea smirk out of the corner of her eye. “There. All fixed.” She said a few seconds later, watching as Caroline walked over to a mirror to take a look.
“You're awesome, Mom!” Caroline said, turning back around and cuddling her.
“Yes, well, just be more careful next time when you use the bathroom.” Miranda said, turning to Andrea and holding a hand out for her clutch which she took back but not before noticing something about the brunette. “You're shaking.”
“I skipped lunch.”
“That was a silly decision.” Miranda replied, continuing. “Drinking that isn't going to help matters.” She pointed to the champagne.
“I need it for my nerves! I've never been around this many famous people!”
Chuckling Miranda motioned for them to start walking. “You'll have a great night.”
“I'm supposed to be working and not having fun.”
Miranda opened her mouth to speak when she heard Andrea's familiar phrase.
“Oh. My. God.”
“What's wrong?” Caroline asked, looking up from her phone.
“Sally Field just entered the bathroom!” Andrea said in awe.
“Oh, I love her in Brothers & Sisters!”
“When do you watch that?” Miranda was quick to ask.
“With Louise and her dads.” Caroline responded. “That's when Cassidy lets me come with her to Lou's house.”
“I love Kevin!” Andrea chimed in, turning to look at them with so much excitement on her face. It seems that champagne has gone to her head quickly.
“Yesss! I hope he and Scotty get married!” Caroline replied.
“That would be perrrrrfect!”
At Andrea's purr Miranda felt a shiver of arousal go through her. “We must be going!” She snapped a bit harsher than she meant to sound.
“Of course.” Andrea replied, not at all phased by her tone of voice. “However-“
Miranda froze when Andrea touched her upper arm, albeit very briefly, but feeling that soft skin against her own was - Oh goodness, she had to hold back her moan.
“I hope you won't think this out of line, but Miranda, I...”
Miranda watched as the brunette nervously scratched her wrist with her shaking hand, waiting with patience for the woman to continue.
“I know I shouldn't say it, but I've been thinking it for too long now.”
Miranda's heart rate picked up and looked to make sure Caroline was nowhere in ear shot.
“I think you are breathtaking.”
At those whispered words her heart skipped a beat.
“Stephen was a jerk to have left you.”
Miranda was well and truly speechless. She itched to reach out for Andrea, to pull the young woman into her arms.
“Come on guys!” Caroline said from where she stopped at the end of the hall way pulling Miranda from her thoughts. She licked her lips.
“I don’t expect you to say anything back.” Andrea whispered, their eyes connecting.
Miranda watched as Andrea touched her once again though her hand lingered this time and as the brunette pulled away her fingers trailed slightly down her arm. Oh sweet mother of Jesus. She remained silent as did Andrea, but only for a few seconds.
“Well, I better get back to it. Don't wanna disappoint the boss.” Andrea replied, grinning and winking at her. “I'll see you when I see you!” The brunette cheerfully said, eyes absolutely sparkling as she stood in the Vera Wang dress that just yesterday Miranda had envisioned Andrea wearing. The woman looked absolutely ravishing!
“Yes.” Was all she could say and with that Andrea's grin only widened and she watched as the glorious woman sauntered away with what she was sure was an extra sway to her hips.
“I'll try my best to come and find you later.” She watched Andrea say to Caroline who hugged the brunette before they both watched the woman disappear.
Taking a deep breath she looked down at her own shaking hands. Well... at least I know why she was shaking so much. She thought and nothing more came to mind. She was too stunned to have it vocally confirmed that Andrea Sachs was one hundred percent attracted to her. My mother must be rolling in her grave having a fit! She thought as she met up with Caroline.
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