All I want Is You 8/?
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A Week Later.
Wednesday.
Miranda downed another shot of whisky because she bloody needed it after a horrendous morning in Milan.
Liquid lunch, my mother would be proud. She thought, smirking, as she picked up her phone. She needed a new assistant because Elise had gone and gotten herself sick yet again. Ten times worse this time. She knew something had been up with Elise who had been running back and fourth to the bathroom last night at the VALENTINO event and she thought her assistant had recovered slightly today, even though she still looked incredibly pale and green, when in the middle of VERSACE'S showing Elise had projectile vomited all over the catwalk that several models had been walking along causing them to erupt in screams and jumping around like idiots, running away like they were about to be attacked by zombies.
“Thank god she hadn't been sitting in the second row.” Nigel had said when they were vacating the building. “Stella's to die for hair would have been ruined.”
Sighing Miranda knew who she had to call.
This isn't part of the plan. She thought but she had no other choice. Emily was here as her co-editor and Serena was busy with manning her own beauty and accessories area, that’s when she wasn’t hanging around the Brit like a love-sick puppy, and Nigel she knew she couldn't push it with. “Which leaves Andrea.” She whispered, heart fluttering at saying the brunettes name, as she pressed the speed-dial number and raised her phone to her ear.
The phone was picked up on the fifth ring.
“Miranda?!” Andrea yelled over the loud noise of car exhausts. “What happened to the whole keeping our distance?”
Biting her lip Miranda spoke. “Elise is sick.”
“I know. Em just texted telling me her horror of what she had to witness.” Andrea laughingly replied. “It's like some of them have never seen anyone throw up before!”
Miranda was glad she wasn't squeamish having had to hold her mother’s hair back when she was younger and then that duty appeared again when she decided to have children who thankfully weren't prone to getting sick often.
“Come and check this one out, Andy!” She heard a familiar voice call out.
“Is that-“
“Jeremy Clarkson?! Yeah! It is!” Andrea excitedly replied.
Oh, I wish I could see her right now. I bet she is absolutely glowing in that divine way.
“Bryan didn't tell me that a part of my coming here would include free joy rides in some of the new cars coming on the market next year. My hearts still racing after being in the new Lamborghini! Jez didn't hold back on the speed!”
“Where are you?!” Miranda wondered aloud.
“Just on the outskirts of Milan. I took a helicopter, an actual private helicopter here!” Andrea said, sounding absolutely stunned and awed.
“Oh.” Miranda replied. You can't ask her when she's having the time of her life. “I guess I should let you get back to it.”
“Oh come on, Miranda, we both know why you're calling!” Andrea replied, moving to a quieter area. “You need my help but don't want to ask me.”
“Yes.” Miranda replied, sighing.
“You know I'm more than happy to do so however I'm still on the clock for Bryan until 9:30am tomorrow morning. Reckon you can do without me until then?”
Not really. I want to see you now. Miranda wanted to say, stopping herself from doing so. She ached to see Andrea, to feel those fingers touching her cheek again, those brown eyes staring at her with so much desire. “I can wait. I'll have details sent to you in the morning.”
“Oh, I can't wait.” Andrea replied, sounding like she was grinning from ear to ear. “See you then.”
Miranda pictured Andrea standing in front of her, winking at her. “Yes. That's all.” She responded before hanging up.
“For now, yes.” Andrea's words rang through her mind that she hadn't given the brunette the opportunity to say.
Sitting down she envisioned what Andrea must look like, standing nearby the race track, bubbling with excitement.
Walking over to the ledge of the balcony she widely smiled as Andrea turned around, as if sensing eyes on her, and waved.
Her brunette beauty turned back to Jeremy, shared a few words, before turning and making her way off the race track, through the gates, and towards the racing tower building where Miranda stood.
Turning around herself Miranda walked over to the table in the corner where she picked up one of the tall glasses along with the jug of Bloody Mary tomato juice, and poured a generous amount before popping a stick of celery into the liquid.
"That car is amazing!" Andrea's voice said as her lover's feet were heard coming up the front balcony. "I can't believe how fast he made it go!"
Smiling Miranda leaned into Andrea who put her arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. She looked up into those gorgeous brown eyes which were sparkling along with cheeks that were flushed. Her lover was absolutely glowing.
"I'm so glad that you could make it today." Andrea said, taking the glass and gulping some down.
"I'm glad I could too." Miranda replied, unbeknownst to Andrea that she had actually cancelled her afternoon schedule to be here. Her whole team at RUNWAY had been shocked beyond words.
"Mmm, this is so tasty." Andrea replied, having drunk half of the juice. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, darling." Miranda replied, watching as her lover put the glass back down before their lips met in a heated kiss.
"But you're sooo much tastier." Andrea whispered in-between kisses.
Miranda moaned into Andrea's mouth, that talented tongue doing extraodinary things to her own, her sex clenching with desire.
"I just want to take you, right here, right now... up against this balcony." Andrea said, pushing her against said balcony.
"Oh, Andrea." Miranda said, trusting in the strength of the balcony as she lifted up her legs, wrapping them around her lover's waist. She gasped as Andrea's hand went down the waist of her pants. She didn't even have a care in the world that if people looked close enough they would be able to see what they were doing, but like how it always was with Andrea they were in their own little bubble and all that mattered was the two of them.
She was pulled from the beautiful, extremely erotic and risque day dream when her phone began ringing. “Hello?” She answered the unfamiliar number.
“Hello, this is Elise's husband Jason McCormick. I haven't heard back from my wife since last night.”
“Jason, hello. Elise had an unfortunate moment this morning where she became incredibly ill. I've had her taken to Ospedale San Raffaele hospital. I presume the illness is due to a bad oyster she had been eating Monday afternoon. I assure you Elise is in great hands, and if you wish to fly over I can have that arranged for you.”
“I'm going to have to rearrange my work schedule and find someone to look after Madison.”
“Madison?” Miranda asked, unaware that Elise had a daughter.
“My daughter from a previous relationship but Elise is practically her mother.”
“Alright, leave all of that to me. I have the perfect babysitter that can look after her. My friend Cara. She has been looking after my girls ever since they were born. She'll be more than delighted to help you out.”
“Oh, you really don't have to. I know how busy you must be to arrange all this.”
“No no, it's the least I could do. Elise needs the one she loves right now.” Miranda replied because the young woman really was in a bad way. “I'll have a car come collect the both of you in one hour and Cara will be inside to meet with you and come with you to the airport where you'll get on my private plane.”
The man on the other end thanked her before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Wishing she could have another drink but knowing there was still lots more work to be done Miranda began getting ready for her next event of the day however not before ringing Roy and Cara, who were more than happy to help, and messaged the girls to tell them they would be meeting a new friend.
~*~
10 o'clock AM The Next Day.
“There you are.” Miranda said as she stood up from where she had been waiting for the brunette and nursing a mug of coffee in the empty hotel lounge. “Here is your schedule of what you'll be needing to do today and tomorrow. I'll mostly be in meetings but there are still plenty of things I need you to get done. If you get bored I even added a few piece ideas I thought you might like to write.”
“Oh sweet, I'll look them over.” Andrea replied, their eyes connecting but not for long as she cleared her throat and began walking for the doors.
“I need to be off. Make sure Valentino gets those measurements by tonight.”
“Of course, Miranda, I won't let you down.”
At Andrea's words she gave the brunette a nod before pushing through the doors and walked out onto the street to the waiting Mercedes.
~*~
Friday Morning.
Andy ground down on her teeth, tapping her pen up and down, up and down, repeat after repeat on her journal in which she was using for her new article to be featured in RUNWAY. She wasn't having trouble with it, oh no, it was gong swell but what wasn't going swell was this whole working arrangement. She had hoped that when Miranda called for her help they would have been working closer like she knew Elise would have been had she not gotten food poisoning.
“This is beyond shit!” She snapped, standing up abruptly, forgetting she was in a public place.
“Is everything alright, Signora?” A young Italian waiter came up asking.
“Yes, sorry, I've just got to go.” Andy replied, collecting her things. “The coffee was stellar! I'll never forget it!” She complimented over her shoulder as she breezed through the small Italian corner cafe and made a bee-line for the hotel to wait, no matter how long it took, for Miranda to get back.
~*~
Five hours later and three more Italian coffees Andy was buzzing with impatience when finally Miranda breezed into the hotel.
Slamming her laptop shut she picked it up as she stood and followed Miranda to the elevator.
“Andrea, what are you doing here?”
“I finished all my duties for today. The last event did end two hours ago after all.” Andy responded as Miranda clicked for the elevator.
“I see.” Miranda responded, not looking at her. “You might as well go pick up the new accessories I ordered earlier for the girls.”
“Fine. But first I need you to know something.” Andy responded as she followed Miranda onto the elevator who glared at a couple who tried to enter.
“Sorry.” Andy mouthed to them before the doors began sliding closed. She spun on Miranda who opened her mouth. “No. Don't speak! I don't want to hear whatever excuse you're going to spew.” She snapped, watching as Miranda was clearly taken aback by her current attitude. “I'm really sick of this!” She snapped, continuing. “Your back and fourth weird mood swings when I know that you like me!”
Miranda swallowed hard.
“And not as in you like me because I'm a good person, but you like me as in you’re attracted to me!”
Miranda blinked.
“Yes, that's right! I know, Miranda, I've known for ages now!”
Opening and closing her mouth it was clear Miranda had no idea what to say.
“If you don't want to act on it then fine! But at least, at least have the decency to let me know because I can't go on like this, waiting and hoping...”
Taking a deep breath Miranda reached out for her hand, her eyes still straight ahead. “I know that I've been ignoring you, but I'm only doing it for your own benefit. The paparazzi have always been ruthless with me but now it's tenfold since Eric did what he did and they won't give up. I cannot drag you into this-”
“I don't care!” Andy interrupted. “Don't you get it?! I don't care about anything except you! You! You took over my life, my mind, long ago and now you're all I can think about! You turn my brain to mush!”
Miranda still wasn't looking at her, but she could see the older woman chewing the inside of her lip nervously.
“I don't expect you to say anything right now. I just need you to know how I'm feeling and that I won't play this game of cat and mouse with you forever if it's never going to go anywhere.”
“I know.” Miranda sighed, squeezing her hand. “You're frustrated with me, you have every reason to be, hell I’m frustrated with myself.” The older woman spoke, turning her head to finally look at her.
“Then why don't you jus-“
“Because I'm concerned!” Miranda responded, cutting her off just as the doors to the elevator opened. She watched as the older woman ran her hands, which she noticed were shaking, through her hair. “This is not the time nor place to be talking about this. I need the both of us to be focusing on work right now because I know you still have work to do.”
Andy bit her lip. “But we need to talk about this.” She urgently said, following Miranda into the hall way.
“I know, and we will.”
“When? I'm not going to wait until we get back to New York.”
Miranda sighed, nodding her understanding. “I can't promise that I'll be on time but I'll come by around 9:30 tonight.”
“Please do.” Andy softly replied, reaching out before remembering where they stood in a public area which no doubt had security cameras. “I'm sick to death of dancing around each other. We need to sort this out.” She firmly added.
“We will. Tonight.” Miranda responded, beginning to walk away. “Have the champagne ready.”
Andy smiled widely. “MOET or BOLLINGER?”
“You choose.”
Biting her lip Andy had to control herself from jumping up and down.
~*~
Unable to believe that conversation with Miranda had happened Andy spent the rest of the day in a hazy trance.
She doesn't know how she got through the afternoon without a hitch and was now impatiently pacing her hotel where she had a bottle of MOËT waiting in an ice pitcher.
Looking at the clock she growled. 10:15PM. “I swear to god, Priestly, if you've gotten cold fe-“
There was a knock at the door, halting her words.
Looking up she froze. Her whole body buzzed with nervousness and excitement. “Oh shit.” She whispered. “It's really about to happen.”
Breathing in deeply, hands shaking, she moved over to the door and opened it.
“Before you say anything I know I'm late, I apologise, but I did warn you.” Miranda said, walking inside. “Oh, it's a bit chilly in here.” She said, sounding unimpressed.
“Sorry.” Andy replied, quickly walking over to the A/C to turn it off and the whole time she felt Miranda's eyes on her. “I was rushing around all afternoon and evening and came back feeling quite flustered and hot.”
“Not to worry. That's why I have a jacket on.” Miranda replied, looking around at the strewn clothing around the place.
“Ah, yeah, sorry I came back like ten minutes ago and didn't have time to clean up.” Andy replied, but thankfully had enough time to have a quick shower and refresh herself. “MOET?!” She asked, picking up the bottle. God, why was she so nervous! Because this is actually happening! She giddily thought.
“You don't even need to ask.” Miranda replied, sitting down on the couch.
“Long day.” Andy said, and it wasn't a question as she too had the same day.
“Mmm. Thank you again for filling in. I cannot believe Elise got sick again.” Miranda said, shaking her head and placing her bag beside the couch. “Food poisoning of all things! I had warned her about the oysters!”
“Yeah, that was very unfortunate especially in such a beautiful place like this.” Andy said, beginning to unwrap the gold wrapping from the champagne bottle.
“Mmm yes, there is quite a charm here but doesn't come close to Paris.” Miranda responded, turning to watch her.
“Oh, nothing can compare with Paris!” Andy responded, beginning to pull the cork which easily came out however some of the champagne flowed out, spilling onto the carpet. “Oh, shit!” She muttered, knowing how expensive the carpet must be.
“Here, let me.” She heard Miranda say and watched the older woman pick up a cloth and place it on the floor. “Nothing the cleaners can't fix.”
Andy looked up into Miranda's eyes which were so, so close to her own just like that night in the kitchen. She gasped at how much more she could see in Miranda's eyes, how much bluer they were. “Oh.” She whispered, body beginning to tremble as her hand holding the champagne bottle went limp.
~*~
Grabbing the bottle just in time before it slipped from Andrea's hand Miranda placed it back into the ice just as Andrea entwined their hands. “Why me?” She asked, wanting to know.
“You're to die for, breathtaking in every single way.” Andrea responded.
“You're strange.” Miranda commented.
Andrea laughed. “I don't care. All I care about is you. You're all I think about. You've ruined me.”
Miranda still couldn't believe her ears. She scoffed. “I’ve ruined you?”
“Yeah, thanks to you I now have a mushy brain.” Andrea replied, smirking. “Doug's never laughed so much at me before.”
Chuckling Miranda watched as Andrea looked down to her mouth. Her heart raced knowing what was about to happen.
“I'm going to kiss you now.” Andrea whispered, searching her eyes once more.
Miranda gave a nod of acknowledgement, a low moan already escaping her mouth as she watched Andrea lean into her, those brown eyes fluttering shut and then just like that, they were kissing and she felt herself giving up completely with the self-fighting, and fell into her brunette beauties arms, allowing Andrea to take the reins.
~*~
They had fallen onto the couch to make out until somehow they had ended up in the bedroom. It was all such a beautiful blur.
It was like Andy had blacked out in her romantic daze for Miranda and couldn't believe what was actually happening. “Please tell me I'm not dreaming?”
“You're not dreaming.” Miranda responded, sounding quite nervous.
“We don't have to do anything more if you-“
“No.” Miranda cut in. “I want to.”
They began kissing again as she fell deeper into Miranda's trance.
~*~
Andrea smiled beautifully at her and her eyes widened when she saw the brunette beginning to undress. She’s just going for it, diving straight in… She thought, unable to believe her eyes, her heart rate picking up, having never felt like this before.
At the first sight of Andrea's nude body Miranda Priestly was awed speechless. Of all the women she has featured on the cover and inside RUNWAY none have ever been as beautiful as the divine woman who stood before her baring her all for her and only her. Sheer beauty. Absolutely flawless.
~*~
Biting her lip and trying to remain calm, to not get too nervous from how Miranda looked her up and down again and again continuing to stare at her breasts with an unreadable look on her face. “Like what you see?” She dared to ask, heart racing, still unable to believe this was actually happening as Miranda shook herself out of her daze and slowly looked her in the eyes.
~*~
“I...” Miranda was honestly at a loss for words. It was insane to think this stunning young woman wanted her. “Why me?” She questioned again.
“You know why.” Andrea responded as she moved closer to her. She took a deep breath. “Right from the start we have had a unique connection. You always looked at me, and treated me, differently. You not only saw something in me, but you saw me just like I saw you in a way no other has even tried to. I understand you more than you do yourself. I can be, no, I am your person.” The brunette said as she reached for Miranda's hand. “You're the McDreamy to my Meredith.”
“I don't know what that means.” Miranda spoke, eyebrow raised.
“GREY'S ANATOMY quote.” Andrea quickly explained. “You've been treated wrongly in the past, but if you let me I know I can be there for you always, to treat you the way you deserve.”
Miranda couldn't believe her ears. No one has ever spoken so open and honest about their feelings and intentions before. “You have always been a breath of fresh air.”
The brunette smiled.
Taking another deep breath Miranda reached around to her back to grab the zipper of her dark green, "poison ivy" she preferred to call it, strap-less dress which she let drop to the ground before unclipping her La Perla dark green bra.
She watched as Andrea stared from her eyes down her creamy neck and to her breasts. They were by no means saggy but have definitely loosened over the years especially after having children. She had gotten quite big during pregnancy as did her breasts and they decided to stay like that even afterwards.
Her stomach on the other hand was by no means thin, it was round and still had evident stretch marks, which she was easily able to cover with couture. She wasn't self-conscious about her stomach/body, but she never knew what others might think about her when she bares herself like so, with her past experiences with men having not been pleasant ones. Some of the men got scared away from the stretch marks, wondering "what the heck happened here!" Was a quote from one particular man.
Then there was her C-section scar as Caroline had decided she was going to roll around and had ended up starting to come out the wrong way, and then there was the still relatively fresh, two and a half year, key-hole surgery scars (which were only small, but still noticeable) from her hysterectomy due to her womanly bits deciding they wanted to start dropping down inside of her because apparently carrying twins can do that. It had been an inconvenient surgery but had to be done.
Lower on her left thigh was a nasty, thick scar she received from a car crash when she was eight years old due to her father having been drink driving.
She definitely had her flaws and these were only the visible ones. Her selfishness, ruthless ways of going about things, and pushing people away were problems to talk about another day. She could only hope that Andrea would understand and forgive her at the end of the day if she ever went off the rails.
Realising that she now stood in only her panties, where underneath she didn't shave (much to Stephen's disgust) she simply kept it neatly trimmed as she had no desire to look like a prepubescent down there, and only time would soon tell whether Andrea wanted to go through with what could still be a passing crush.
As she continued to stand unnervingly, keeping her head held high, she pulled her panties down, watching as Andrea’s eyes watched the lingerie drop to the floor. She looked her up and down a few times, silently taking in everything she saw. Good or bad thoughts? She would soon find out.
“Shit, Miranda!” Andy said, grinning from ear to ear as she covered her face. “You're... holy moly, you're waaaaay better than McDreamy! You're more like McSteamy but ten fold!”
Again Miranda didn't know what those words meant, but as she searched Andrea's eyes she knew it was a good thing.
“I can see in your eyes how worried you are that I'm thinking negatively about you.”
Of course she knew. She always knows what I'm thinking.
“You doubt yourself far too much, Miranda Priestly.”
Miranda’s breath caught.
“You are by far the sexiest, gorgeous, exquisite human I have ever laid my eyes on and soon...” Andrea's own breath caught. “In only a matter of seconds I get to lay my hands gently on you and make you feel as beautiful as you look.”
Miranda couldn't believe her ears. I don't understand why it is me who has caught your eye, but I am beyond grateful. She thought, and remained quiet, she didn't want to speak. She wanted to soak in this beautiful moment.
Andrea was smiling as the young woman took her hand, raising it towards the brunette's chest. “Touch me.”
At Andrea's whispered words and feeling her lover pulling her hand up closer towards those luscious breasts Miranda felt her cheeks redden. She gasped softly at the feel of Andrea's soft skin on the palm of her hand as the young woman began moving her hand down onto one of those gloriously round, full, breasts that fit perfectly in her palm. She licked her lips upon feeling the erect nipple as a shot of arousal like none before went through her.
“Do you like how that feels?” Andrea whispered, moving her hand against her erect breast.
Miranda opened her mouth but only a small moan came out. She nodded her head as she listened to Andrea's breathing quicken also. She knew she shouldn't be nervous but she was. She would hate to disappoint Andrea. “I've... never done this before. With a woman.”
“Neither have I.” Andrea responded, leaning in to kiss Miranda's neck. “There's a first time for everything.” She whispered, nibbling on Miranda's earlobe causing the older woman to tremble in those long arms. “Though I think we will be able to work it out pretty easily.”
Miranda sighed, leaning into the brunettes so, so soft lips which were doing wonderful things to her. She clenched her vagina unable to believe how wet she felt. “Never in my whole adult life have I felt like this.” She confessed. “It's extremely surreal.”
“I love knowing I can make you feel like this.” Andrea responded as their bodies were pressed together causing the both of them to gasp at the feel of their breasts against each other's.
Their mouths met again and it was magical as their tongues danced together as they fell down onto the bed, entangled together.
Even though part of her knew this was a bad idea the other part knew it was sinfully good and Miranda couldn't help herself. She wanted Andrea Sachs more than she has ever wanted anything in life. Which is why she threw all caution to the wind and entered this, whatever this was to turn out to be, with the brunette.
“Your scars are one of the most beautiful things.” Andrea spoke as they stopped kissing as she stared down her body.
“Really?” Miranda was surprised by these words.
“Totally. It reminds me just how much of an amazing woman you are to want to have created new life for this world.” Andrea responded, trailing those long fingers along her stomach. “You're a tiger who earned her stripes in such an incredible way.”
Miranda's breath caught as Andrea traced each stretch, and c-sec marks slowly before shimmying down to press kisses over her stomach. She couldn't believe how lucky she has come and she felt tears welling in her eyes. Pull it together, Priestly! She tried to firmly tell herself but it was too late. Andrea noticed her tears.
“Your ex-husbands are bastards to not have seen you the way you deserve to be seen. The way that I see you.” Andrea whispered, wiping away the tears that fell.
“You're an extraordinary woman.” Miranda whispered. “I do not deserve you.”
“Too bad. You're stuck with me now.” Andrea replied, kissing and licking her way back up her, to stare her deeply into the eyes.
~*~
Andy couldn't believe she could now call Miranda Priestly her lover in reality and not just in her dreams, and captured one of those delectable breasts into her mouth causing both of them to moan. “I can't wait to make you lose control in a way like never before.”
~*~
At those words Miranda's body trembled as she gave herself fully to Andrea. “Please, please take me and make me yours.” She said, taken aback by her own words, having never spoken to a bed partner in such a way before.
Here, in Andrea's long slender arms, she realised just how much she has been longing to be Andrea's and to be hers for however long the brunette beauty could put up with her.
“Gladly.” Andrea replied and with that began making her way down her body once more. She watched as her lover's head fit perfectly between her legs and that divine mouth made contact with her most private of places.
At that first feel of Andrea's tongue her body jolted, her eyes shut, and she moaned at the heated sensation.
~*~
A Little While Later.
Miranda pulled out of her, collapsing beside her, both of them breathing quickly. “That was... amazing... incredible.” Andy whispered, breathless and sweaty all thanks to her lover who had made her climax two phenomenal times.
Smiling Miranda wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Really?”
“You. Are. Incredible.” Andy firmly said, rolling over to stare in Miranda's gorgeous blues.
~*~
Licking her lips Miranda smirked. “Well, it seems that you bring out this incredible side.”
“And I'm so glad I do.” Andrea winked.
Chuckling Miranda began kissing her lover's neck. She then began paying attention to those luscious breasts once more.
~*~
“You're beyond incredible... you're exquisite.” Andy continued to speak as she their mouths met again before she flipped them over so she was atop her lover once more. “My exquisite Miranda.” She whispered in awe before making her way down the older woman’s squirming body.
“Again?” Miranda asked, eyes widening.
“Why not?” Andy grinned.
“You don't have t-“
“I want to.” Andy firmly cut her lover off. “But only if you want.” She added, not knowing how much her lover could handle knowing everyone varied differently in bed.
~*~
She couldn't believe she was going for round two with her own arousal and not her bed partners. Miranda licked her lips, her vagina getting wetter at the thought. “No, I would very much like you to.” She replied, and succumbed into the young brunette once more.
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A Week Later.
Wednesday.
Miranda downed another shot of whisky because she bloody needed it after a horrendous morning in Milan.
Liquid lunch, my mother would be proud. She thought, smirking, as she picked up her phone. She needed a new assistant because Elise had gone and gotten herself sick yet again. Ten times worse this time. She knew something had been up with Elise who had been running back and fourth to the bathroom last night at the VALENTINO event and she thought her assistant had recovered slightly today, even though she still looked incredibly pale and green, when in the middle of VERSACE'S showing Elise had projectile vomited all over the catwalk that several models had been walking along causing them to erupt in screams and jumping around like idiots, running away like they were about to be attacked by zombies.
“Thank god she hadn't been sitting in the second row.” Nigel had said when they were vacating the building. “Stella's to die for hair would have been ruined.”
Sighing Miranda knew who she had to call.
This isn't part of the plan. She thought but she had no other choice. Emily was here as her co-editor and Serena was busy with manning her own beauty and accessories area, that’s when she wasn’t hanging around the Brit like a love-sick puppy, and Nigel she knew she couldn't push it with. “Which leaves Andrea.” She whispered, heart fluttering at saying the brunettes name, as she pressed the speed-dial number and raised her phone to her ear.
The phone was picked up on the fifth ring.
“Miranda?!” Andrea yelled over the loud noise of car exhausts. “What happened to the whole keeping our distance?”
Biting her lip Miranda spoke. “Elise is sick.”
“I know. Em just texted telling me her horror of what she had to witness.” Andrea laughingly replied. “It's like some of them have never seen anyone throw up before!”
Miranda was glad she wasn't squeamish having had to hold her mother’s hair back when she was younger and then that duty appeared again when she decided to have children who thankfully weren't prone to getting sick often.
“Come and check this one out, Andy!” She heard a familiar voice call out.
“Is that-“
“Jeremy Clarkson?! Yeah! It is!” Andrea excitedly replied.
Oh, I wish I could see her right now. I bet she is absolutely glowing in that divine way.
“Bryan didn't tell me that a part of my coming here would include free joy rides in some of the new cars coming on the market next year. My hearts still racing after being in the new Lamborghini! Jez didn't hold back on the speed!”
“Where are you?!” Miranda wondered aloud.
“Just on the outskirts of Milan. I took a helicopter, an actual private helicopter here!” Andrea said, sounding absolutely stunned and awed.
“Oh.” Miranda replied. You can't ask her when she's having the time of her life. “I guess I should let you get back to it.”
“Oh come on, Miranda, we both know why you're calling!” Andrea replied, moving to a quieter area. “You need my help but don't want to ask me.”
“Yes.” Miranda replied, sighing.
“You know I'm more than happy to do so however I'm still on the clock for Bryan until 9:30am tomorrow morning. Reckon you can do without me until then?”
Not really. I want to see you now. Miranda wanted to say, stopping herself from doing so. She ached to see Andrea, to feel those fingers touching her cheek again, those brown eyes staring at her with so much desire. “I can wait. I'll have details sent to you in the morning.”
“Oh, I can't wait.” Andrea replied, sounding like she was grinning from ear to ear. “See you then.”
Miranda pictured Andrea standing in front of her, winking at her. “Yes. That's all.” She responded before hanging up.
“For now, yes.” Andrea's words rang through her mind that she hadn't given the brunette the opportunity to say.
Sitting down she envisioned what Andrea must look like, standing nearby the race track, bubbling with excitement.
Walking over to the ledge of the balcony she widely smiled as Andrea turned around, as if sensing eyes on her, and waved.
Her brunette beauty turned back to Jeremy, shared a few words, before turning and making her way off the race track, through the gates, and towards the racing tower building where Miranda stood.
Turning around herself Miranda walked over to the table in the corner where she picked up one of the tall glasses along with the jug of Bloody Mary tomato juice, and poured a generous amount before popping a stick of celery into the liquid.
"That car is amazing!" Andrea's voice said as her lover's feet were heard coming up the front balcony. "I can't believe how fast he made it go!"
Smiling Miranda leaned into Andrea who put her arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. She looked up into those gorgeous brown eyes which were sparkling along with cheeks that were flushed. Her lover was absolutely glowing.
"I'm so glad that you could make it today." Andrea said, taking the glass and gulping some down.
"I'm glad I could too." Miranda replied, unbeknownst to Andrea that she had actually cancelled her afternoon schedule to be here. Her whole team at RUNWAY had been shocked beyond words.
"Mmm, this is so tasty." Andrea replied, having drunk half of the juice. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, darling." Miranda replied, watching as her lover put the glass back down before their lips met in a heated kiss.
"But you're sooo much tastier." Andrea whispered in-between kisses.
Miranda moaned into Andrea's mouth, that talented tongue doing extraodinary things to her own, her sex clenching with desire.
"I just want to take you, right here, right now... up against this balcony." Andrea said, pushing her against said balcony.
"Oh, Andrea." Miranda said, trusting in the strength of the balcony as she lifted up her legs, wrapping them around her lover's waist. She gasped as Andrea's hand went down the waist of her pants. She didn't even have a care in the world that if people looked close enough they would be able to see what they were doing, but like how it always was with Andrea they were in their own little bubble and all that mattered was the two of them.
She was pulled from the beautiful, extremely erotic and risque day dream when her phone began ringing. “Hello?” She answered the unfamiliar number.
“Hello, this is Elise's husband Jason McCormick. I haven't heard back from my wife since last night.”
“Jason, hello. Elise had an unfortunate moment this morning where she became incredibly ill. I've had her taken to Ospedale San Raffaele hospital. I presume the illness is due to a bad oyster she had been eating Monday afternoon. I assure you Elise is in great hands, and if you wish to fly over I can have that arranged for you.”
“I'm going to have to rearrange my work schedule and find someone to look after Madison.”
“Madison?” Miranda asked, unaware that Elise had a daughter.
“My daughter from a previous relationship but Elise is practically her mother.”
“Alright, leave all of that to me. I have the perfect babysitter that can look after her. My friend Cara. She has been looking after my girls ever since they were born. She'll be more than delighted to help you out.”
“Oh, you really don't have to. I know how busy you must be to arrange all this.”
“No no, it's the least I could do. Elise needs the one she loves right now.” Miranda replied because the young woman really was in a bad way. “I'll have a car come collect the both of you in one hour and Cara will be inside to meet with you and come with you to the airport where you'll get on my private plane.”
The man on the other end thanked her before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Wishing she could have another drink but knowing there was still lots more work to be done Miranda began getting ready for her next event of the day however not before ringing Roy and Cara, who were more than happy to help, and messaged the girls to tell them they would be meeting a new friend.
~*~
10 o'clock AM The Next Day.
“There you are.” Miranda said as she stood up from where she had been waiting for the brunette and nursing a mug of coffee in the empty hotel lounge. “Here is your schedule of what you'll be needing to do today and tomorrow. I'll mostly be in meetings but there are still plenty of things I need you to get done. If you get bored I even added a few piece ideas I thought you might like to write.”
“Oh sweet, I'll look them over.” Andrea replied, their eyes connecting but not for long as she cleared her throat and began walking for the doors.
“I need to be off. Make sure Valentino gets those measurements by tonight.”
“Of course, Miranda, I won't let you down.”
At Andrea's words she gave the brunette a nod before pushing through the doors and walked out onto the street to the waiting Mercedes.
~*~
Friday Morning.
Andy ground down on her teeth, tapping her pen up and down, up and down, repeat after repeat on her journal in which she was using for her new article to be featured in RUNWAY. She wasn't having trouble with it, oh no, it was gong swell but what wasn't going swell was this whole working arrangement. She had hoped that when Miranda called for her help they would have been working closer like she knew Elise would have been had she not gotten food poisoning.
“This is beyond shit!” She snapped, standing up abruptly, forgetting she was in a public place.
“Is everything alright, Signora?” A young Italian waiter came up asking.
“Yes, sorry, I've just got to go.” Andy replied, collecting her things. “The coffee was stellar! I'll never forget it!” She complimented over her shoulder as she breezed through the small Italian corner cafe and made a bee-line for the hotel to wait, no matter how long it took, for Miranda to get back.
~*~
Five hours later and three more Italian coffees Andy was buzzing with impatience when finally Miranda breezed into the hotel.
Slamming her laptop shut she picked it up as she stood and followed Miranda to the elevator.
“Andrea, what are you doing here?”
“I finished all my duties for today. The last event did end two hours ago after all.” Andy responded as Miranda clicked for the elevator.
“I see.” Miranda responded, not looking at her. “You might as well go pick up the new accessories I ordered earlier for the girls.”
“Fine. But first I need you to know something.” Andy responded as she followed Miranda onto the elevator who glared at a couple who tried to enter.
“Sorry.” Andy mouthed to them before the doors began sliding closed. She spun on Miranda who opened her mouth. “No. Don't speak! I don't want to hear whatever excuse you're going to spew.” She snapped, watching as Miranda was clearly taken aback by her current attitude. “I'm really sick of this!” She snapped, continuing. “Your back and fourth weird mood swings when I know that you like me!”
Miranda swallowed hard.
“And not as in you like me because I'm a good person, but you like me as in you’re attracted to me!”
Miranda blinked.
“Yes, that's right! I know, Miranda, I've known for ages now!”
Opening and closing her mouth it was clear Miranda had no idea what to say.
“If you don't want to act on it then fine! But at least, at least have the decency to let me know because I can't go on like this, waiting and hoping...”
Taking a deep breath Miranda reached out for her hand, her eyes still straight ahead. “I know that I've been ignoring you, but I'm only doing it for your own benefit. The paparazzi have always been ruthless with me but now it's tenfold since Eric did what he did and they won't give up. I cannot drag you into this-”
“I don't care!” Andy interrupted. “Don't you get it?! I don't care about anything except you! You! You took over my life, my mind, long ago and now you're all I can think about! You turn my brain to mush!”
Miranda still wasn't looking at her, but she could see the older woman chewing the inside of her lip nervously.
“I don't expect you to say anything right now. I just need you to know how I'm feeling and that I won't play this game of cat and mouse with you forever if it's never going to go anywhere.”
“I know.” Miranda sighed, squeezing her hand. “You're frustrated with me, you have every reason to be, hell I’m frustrated with myself.” The older woman spoke, turning her head to finally look at her.
“Then why don't you jus-“
“Because I'm concerned!” Miranda responded, cutting her off just as the doors to the elevator opened. She watched as the older woman ran her hands, which she noticed were shaking, through her hair. “This is not the time nor place to be talking about this. I need the both of us to be focusing on work right now because I know you still have work to do.”
Andy bit her lip. “But we need to talk about this.” She urgently said, following Miranda into the hall way.
“I know, and we will.”
“When? I'm not going to wait until we get back to New York.”
Miranda sighed, nodding her understanding. “I can't promise that I'll be on time but I'll come by around 9:30 tonight.”
“Please do.” Andy softly replied, reaching out before remembering where they stood in a public area which no doubt had security cameras. “I'm sick to death of dancing around each other. We need to sort this out.” She firmly added.
“We will. Tonight.” Miranda responded, beginning to walk away. “Have the champagne ready.”
Andy smiled widely. “MOET or BOLLINGER?”
“You choose.”
Biting her lip Andy had to control herself from jumping up and down.
~*~
Unable to believe that conversation with Miranda had happened Andy spent the rest of the day in a hazy trance.
She doesn't know how she got through the afternoon without a hitch and was now impatiently pacing her hotel where she had a bottle of MOËT waiting in an ice pitcher.
Looking at the clock she growled. 10:15PM. “I swear to god, Priestly, if you've gotten cold fe-“
There was a knock at the door, halting her words.
Looking up she froze. Her whole body buzzed with nervousness and excitement. “Oh shit.” She whispered. “It's really about to happen.”
Breathing in deeply, hands shaking, she moved over to the door and opened it.
“Before you say anything I know I'm late, I apologise, but I did warn you.” Miranda said, walking inside. “Oh, it's a bit chilly in here.” She said, sounding unimpressed.
“Sorry.” Andy replied, quickly walking over to the A/C to turn it off and the whole time she felt Miranda's eyes on her. “I was rushing around all afternoon and evening and came back feeling quite flustered and hot.”
“Not to worry. That's why I have a jacket on.” Miranda replied, looking around at the strewn clothing around the place.
“Ah, yeah, sorry I came back like ten minutes ago and didn't have time to clean up.” Andy replied, but thankfully had enough time to have a quick shower and refresh herself. “MOET?!” She asked, picking up the bottle. God, why was she so nervous! Because this is actually happening! She giddily thought.
“You don't even need to ask.” Miranda replied, sitting down on the couch.
“Long day.” Andy said, and it wasn't a question as she too had the same day.
“Mmm. Thank you again for filling in. I cannot believe Elise got sick again.” Miranda said, shaking her head and placing her bag beside the couch. “Food poisoning of all things! I had warned her about the oysters!”
“Yeah, that was very unfortunate especially in such a beautiful place like this.” Andy said, beginning to unwrap the gold wrapping from the champagne bottle.
“Mmm yes, there is quite a charm here but doesn't come close to Paris.” Miranda responded, turning to watch her.
“Oh, nothing can compare with Paris!” Andy responded, beginning to pull the cork which easily came out however some of the champagne flowed out, spilling onto the carpet. “Oh, shit!” She muttered, knowing how expensive the carpet must be.
“Here, let me.” She heard Miranda say and watched the older woman pick up a cloth and place it on the floor. “Nothing the cleaners can't fix.”
Andy looked up into Miranda's eyes which were so, so close to her own just like that night in the kitchen. She gasped at how much more she could see in Miranda's eyes, how much bluer they were. “Oh.” She whispered, body beginning to tremble as her hand holding the champagne bottle went limp.
~*~
Grabbing the bottle just in time before it slipped from Andrea's hand Miranda placed it back into the ice just as Andrea entwined their hands. “Why me?” She asked, wanting to know.
“You're to die for, breathtaking in every single way.” Andrea responded.
“You're strange.” Miranda commented.
Andrea laughed. “I don't care. All I care about is you. You're all I think about. You've ruined me.”
Miranda still couldn't believe her ears. She scoffed. “I’ve ruined you?”
“Yeah, thanks to you I now have a mushy brain.” Andrea replied, smirking. “Doug's never laughed so much at me before.”
Chuckling Miranda watched as Andrea looked down to her mouth. Her heart raced knowing what was about to happen.
“I'm going to kiss you now.” Andrea whispered, searching her eyes once more.
Miranda gave a nod of acknowledgement, a low moan already escaping her mouth as she watched Andrea lean into her, those brown eyes fluttering shut and then just like that, they were kissing and she felt herself giving up completely with the self-fighting, and fell into her brunette beauties arms, allowing Andrea to take the reins.
~*~
They had fallen onto the couch to make out until somehow they had ended up in the bedroom. It was all such a beautiful blur.
It was like Andy had blacked out in her romantic daze for Miranda and couldn't believe what was actually happening. “Please tell me I'm not dreaming?”
“You're not dreaming.” Miranda responded, sounding quite nervous.
“We don't have to do anything more if you-“
“No.” Miranda cut in. “I want to.”
They began kissing again as she fell deeper into Miranda's trance.
~*~
Andrea smiled beautifully at her and her eyes widened when she saw the brunette beginning to undress. She’s just going for it, diving straight in… She thought, unable to believe her eyes, her heart rate picking up, having never felt like this before.
At the first sight of Andrea's nude body Miranda Priestly was awed speechless. Of all the women she has featured on the cover and inside RUNWAY none have ever been as beautiful as the divine woman who stood before her baring her all for her and only her. Sheer beauty. Absolutely flawless.
~*~
Biting her lip and trying to remain calm, to not get too nervous from how Miranda looked her up and down again and again continuing to stare at her breasts with an unreadable look on her face. “Like what you see?” She dared to ask, heart racing, still unable to believe this was actually happening as Miranda shook herself out of her daze and slowly looked her in the eyes.
~*~
“I...” Miranda was honestly at a loss for words. It was insane to think this stunning young woman wanted her. “Why me?” She questioned again.
“You know why.” Andrea responded as she moved closer to her. She took a deep breath. “Right from the start we have had a unique connection. You always looked at me, and treated me, differently. You not only saw something in me, but you saw me just like I saw you in a way no other has even tried to. I understand you more than you do yourself. I can be, no, I am your person.” The brunette said as she reached for Miranda's hand. “You're the McDreamy to my Meredith.”
“I don't know what that means.” Miranda spoke, eyebrow raised.
“GREY'S ANATOMY quote.” Andrea quickly explained. “You've been treated wrongly in the past, but if you let me I know I can be there for you always, to treat you the way you deserve.”
Miranda couldn't believe her ears. No one has ever spoken so open and honest about their feelings and intentions before. “You have always been a breath of fresh air.”
The brunette smiled.
Taking another deep breath Miranda reached around to her back to grab the zipper of her dark green, "poison ivy" she preferred to call it, strap-less dress which she let drop to the ground before unclipping her La Perla dark green bra.
She watched as Andrea stared from her eyes down her creamy neck and to her breasts. They were by no means saggy but have definitely loosened over the years especially after having children. She had gotten quite big during pregnancy as did her breasts and they decided to stay like that even afterwards.
Her stomach on the other hand was by no means thin, it was round and still had evident stretch marks, which she was easily able to cover with couture. She wasn't self-conscious about her stomach/body, but she never knew what others might think about her when she bares herself like so, with her past experiences with men having not been pleasant ones. Some of the men got scared away from the stretch marks, wondering "what the heck happened here!" Was a quote from one particular man.
Then there was her C-section scar as Caroline had decided she was going to roll around and had ended up starting to come out the wrong way, and then there was the still relatively fresh, two and a half year, key-hole surgery scars (which were only small, but still noticeable) from her hysterectomy due to her womanly bits deciding they wanted to start dropping down inside of her because apparently carrying twins can do that. It had been an inconvenient surgery but had to be done.
Lower on her left thigh was a nasty, thick scar she received from a car crash when she was eight years old due to her father having been drink driving.
She definitely had her flaws and these were only the visible ones. Her selfishness, ruthless ways of going about things, and pushing people away were problems to talk about another day. She could only hope that Andrea would understand and forgive her at the end of the day if she ever went off the rails.
Realising that she now stood in only her panties, where underneath she didn't shave (much to Stephen's disgust) she simply kept it neatly trimmed as she had no desire to look like a prepubescent down there, and only time would soon tell whether Andrea wanted to go through with what could still be a passing crush.
As she continued to stand unnervingly, keeping her head held high, she pulled her panties down, watching as Andrea’s eyes watched the lingerie drop to the floor. She looked her up and down a few times, silently taking in everything she saw. Good or bad thoughts? She would soon find out.
“Shit, Miranda!” Andy said, grinning from ear to ear as she covered her face. “You're... holy moly, you're waaaaay better than McDreamy! You're more like McSteamy but ten fold!”
Again Miranda didn't know what those words meant, but as she searched Andrea's eyes she knew it was a good thing.
“I can see in your eyes how worried you are that I'm thinking negatively about you.”
Of course she knew. She always knows what I'm thinking.
“You doubt yourself far too much, Miranda Priestly.”
Miranda’s breath caught.
“You are by far the sexiest, gorgeous, exquisite human I have ever laid my eyes on and soon...” Andrea's own breath caught. “In only a matter of seconds I get to lay my hands gently on you and make you feel as beautiful as you look.”
Miranda couldn't believe her ears. I don't understand why it is me who has caught your eye, but I am beyond grateful. She thought, and remained quiet, she didn't want to speak. She wanted to soak in this beautiful moment.
Andrea was smiling as the young woman took her hand, raising it towards the brunette's chest. “Touch me.”
At Andrea's whispered words and feeling her lover pulling her hand up closer towards those luscious breasts Miranda felt her cheeks redden. She gasped softly at the feel of Andrea's soft skin on the palm of her hand as the young woman began moving her hand down onto one of those gloriously round, full, breasts that fit perfectly in her palm. She licked her lips upon feeling the erect nipple as a shot of arousal like none before went through her.
“Do you like how that feels?” Andrea whispered, moving her hand against her erect breast.
Miranda opened her mouth but only a small moan came out. She nodded her head as she listened to Andrea's breathing quicken also. She knew she shouldn't be nervous but she was. She would hate to disappoint Andrea. “I've... never done this before. With a woman.”
“Neither have I.” Andrea responded, leaning in to kiss Miranda's neck. “There's a first time for everything.” She whispered, nibbling on Miranda's earlobe causing the older woman to tremble in those long arms. “Though I think we will be able to work it out pretty easily.”
Miranda sighed, leaning into the brunettes so, so soft lips which were doing wonderful things to her. She clenched her vagina unable to believe how wet she felt. “Never in my whole adult life have I felt like this.” She confessed. “It's extremely surreal.”
“I love knowing I can make you feel like this.” Andrea responded as their bodies were pressed together causing the both of them to gasp at the feel of their breasts against each other's.
Their mouths met again and it was magical as their tongues danced together as they fell down onto the bed, entangled together.
Even though part of her knew this was a bad idea the other part knew it was sinfully good and Miranda couldn't help herself. She wanted Andrea Sachs more than she has ever wanted anything in life. Which is why she threw all caution to the wind and entered this, whatever this was to turn out to be, with the brunette.
“Your scars are one of the most beautiful things.” Andrea spoke as they stopped kissing as she stared down her body.
“Really?” Miranda was surprised by these words.
“Totally. It reminds me just how much of an amazing woman you are to want to have created new life for this world.” Andrea responded, trailing those long fingers along her stomach. “You're a tiger who earned her stripes in such an incredible way.”
Miranda's breath caught as Andrea traced each stretch, and c-sec marks slowly before shimmying down to press kisses over her stomach. She couldn't believe how lucky she has come and she felt tears welling in her eyes. Pull it together, Priestly! She tried to firmly tell herself but it was too late. Andrea noticed her tears.
“Your ex-husbands are bastards to not have seen you the way you deserve to be seen. The way that I see you.” Andrea whispered, wiping away the tears that fell.
“You're an extraordinary woman.” Miranda whispered. “I do not deserve you.”
“Too bad. You're stuck with me now.” Andrea replied, kissing and licking her way back up her, to stare her deeply into the eyes.
~*~
Andy couldn't believe she could now call Miranda Priestly her lover in reality and not just in her dreams, and captured one of those delectable breasts into her mouth causing both of them to moan. “I can't wait to make you lose control in a way like never before.”
~*~
At those words Miranda's body trembled as she gave herself fully to Andrea. “Please, please take me and make me yours.” She said, taken aback by her own words, having never spoken to a bed partner in such a way before.
Here, in Andrea's long slender arms, she realised just how much she has been longing to be Andrea's and to be hers for however long the brunette beauty could put up with her.
“Gladly.” Andrea replied and with that began making her way down her body once more. She watched as her lover's head fit perfectly between her legs and that divine mouth made contact with her most private of places.
At that first feel of Andrea's tongue her body jolted, her eyes shut, and she moaned at the heated sensation.
~*~
A Little While Later.
Miranda pulled out of her, collapsing beside her, both of them breathing quickly. “That was... amazing... incredible.” Andy whispered, breathless and sweaty all thanks to her lover who had made her climax two phenomenal times.
Smiling Miranda wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Really?”
“You. Are. Incredible.” Andy firmly said, rolling over to stare in Miranda's gorgeous blues.
~*~
Licking her lips Miranda smirked. “Well, it seems that you bring out this incredible side.”
“And I'm so glad I do.” Andrea winked.
Chuckling Miranda began kissing her lover's neck. She then began paying attention to those luscious breasts once more.
~*~
“You're beyond incredible... you're exquisite.” Andy continued to speak as she their mouths met again before she flipped them over so she was atop her lover once more. “My exquisite Miranda.” She whispered in awe before making her way down the older woman’s squirming body.
“Again?” Miranda asked, eyes widening.
“Why not?” Andy grinned.
“You don't have t-“
“I want to.” Andy firmly cut her lover off. “But only if you want.” She added, not knowing how much her lover could handle knowing everyone varied differently in bed.
~*~
She couldn't believe she was going for round two with her own arousal and not her bed partners. Miranda licked her lips, her vagina getting wetter at the thought. “No, I would very much like you to.” She replied, and succumbed into the young brunette once more.
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