Surrender and Certainty (11/?)
Title: Surrender and Certainty
Fandom: the Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: M
Summary: AU - Andy must lie to Miranda to do her job and bring down an elaborate crime ring involving Irv Ravitz. Circumstances will force Andy back into Miranda's professional and personal life whether the editor wants it or not. Will she be able to trust the brunette and let her in to her heart?
Disclaimers: Not mine, obviously. Just taking them out of the box for entertainment and will return them when finished (or not).
A/N: I apologize for this being a smaller chapter, it’s just filling while I figure out how to get to the next part in the story.
Andy sighed as she fell into her lovely comfortable couch and closed her eyes. The amount of people that came to visit her Saturday was entirely unexpected and left her feeling utterly spent by Sunday night. The phone call to her parents was rough. They were both very concerned that her job was becoming more of a danger and not quite as much about helping people. She had to agree with them at this point. Warm hands kneaded her sore shoulder carefully and gently drawing out some of the tension. "We should stretch your shoulder, doctor's orders," Miranda said in her low tone.
"That feels really good, Mira," she groaned appreciatively and rolled her neck forward to give the older woman more access.
"I'll give you another massage after your stretches," she promised. "Come on, darling."
"Alright," Andy gave in and used Miranda's outstretched hand to get up.
"Okay, stand here and bend your elbow at a ninety degree angle," Andy followed the CEO's instructions with a slight wince. "Yes, like that, darling. Open your palm and place it against the wall. Good, now push against it and hold for five seconds." Andy inhaled through her nose harshly at three seconds and sighed when she reached five. "Good. Here take this end of the band and," she bent over, "step on this end. Now, you're going to keep your elbow straight and pull your arm up so its level with your shoulder."
Andy gritted her teeth feeling the sweat gather on her skin. The pain increased the higher she tried to go. She made it to her hip before she had to stop. "I can't," tears formed in her eyes.
"It's okay, darling," Miranda said taking the band. "You did great," she kissed her softly and brushed the tears from her face. "Let's get ready for bed and I'll massage your shoulder, hum?" she directed the brunette towards the bedroom and helped her with her clothes.
Once changed, Miranda told Andy to sit in front of her. Expert hands moved across her skin drawing the additional tension away. Finger tips prodded gently. The agent was pretty sure if the older woman continued she would be asleep in minutes but she needed to ice her shoulder. "Not that I want you to stop but I do need to ice it for a bit," she sighed.
"I'll get it for you, stay here," Miranda replied and maneuvered herself so she didn't jostle the injured shoulder. She kissed Andy lightly on the corner of her mouth and went to the kitchen. Andy could hear her moving around and smiled. She loved having her and girls around her apartment. She returned a little bit later with a towel filled with ice. "Here you are, darling."
"Thank you," she took the towel and held it to her shoulder only wincing slightly at the coolness before it started to soothe her aching muscles. Her eyes were closed and she was daydreaming of a house, kids, a dog, and a very happy Miranda.
Andy felt the bed dip slightly. "What are you thinking of, darling?" Miranda traced her face with her fingertips slowly drawing Andy from her thoughts.
"You and the girls," the brunette smiled widely. "I enjoy having you here."
"The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you, darling," the CEO smiled back.
"Good," Andy smiled even wider if it was possible and Miranda leaned in to kiss her. "I've been talking with the girls lately," another kiss.
"Oh?"
"Yes," their lips met again.
"What about?"
Andy tugged the older woman closer. "They both expressed an interest in dance, but Cassidy would like to try soccer while Caroline seemed more interested in music, piano perhaps. They've been hesitant to talk to you with everything going on."
"Wow, I think this is the first time they've ever wanted to do anything apart from each other."
"It was bound to happen eventually."
"I think once everything calms down we could revisit the topic," Miranda traced the ridge of her jaw. "Ah, I see it now," she traced a lone wrinkle. "Must be all that smiling."
"Oh!" Andy took mock offense and went for Miranda's ribs ghosting her fingers across sensitive flesh. The older woman squirmed careful not to hit the brunette's injured shoulder and did the only thing that would stall the agent's movements. She pulled her into a passionate kiss. "Mmm, cheater..."
"I prefer opportunist," Miranda smiled cheekily as she whispered against Andy's ear. Her tongue darted out.
"Mmm... So evil..."
"All the better to tease you my dear," she could hear the smile on her voice.
"Is that what you're doing?"
"You know you love it," Miranda's breath was hot against her ear.
"You're being mean," Andy sighed. "The doctor said I can't do any strenuous activity until at least Friday."
"Darling, you don't have to move," Miranda pulled her earlobe between her teeth.
"Mira..."
A delicate finger landed on her lips silencing her. "Let me take care of you," she gazed into turquoise eyes filled with love and nodded though she was powerless to resist.
Miranda's mouth slanted over hers as hands explored under her night shirt skimming across the heated skin of her abdomen. It was soft, then barely there, then there was no mistaking her touch. It was was much like her kisses had been; slow and soft, a small peck here, a long hard kiss there. It was intoxicating and the brunette was feeling over heated. The older woman slid down her legs and kissed the flesh that appeared before her. Hands trailed over her thighs in a hard raking manner. Lips and tongue followed beginning at her chest and by the time Miranda's mouth had reached her thighs Andy was breathing heavily and her skin was flush and hot all over.
"Mira," the brunette said breathlessly.
The older woman slipped her fingers into the waist of her pajama bottoms and panties. She used her good arm to lift herself just a little and Miranda pulled them off. She kissed a trail from the inside of her knee up her thigh. "Open your legs for me," the CEO demanded softly.
Andy's legs would have fallen open on their own but just hearing the sexy demand in Miranda's low register sent a jolt down her spine right to her core. "Mira," she looked down through her lashes at the woman between her thighs. Her entire center was throbbing with need and she was so very wet. A nip at the junction of her inner hip and thigh pulled a low moan from her throat. She wasn't above begging for it if the older woman didn't move soon. "I need you," she said feeling a cool air blown against her dripping center.
Miranda looked up to meet her gaze while her hands massaged her inner thighs. "I know, darling," she placed a lingering kiss against her swollen lips and moved back into position. Andy nearly cried at the first long slow swipe of her tongue upwards toward where the brunette needed her. Fingers tangled in white hair holding the older woman there as if afraid she'd move too far away. The hot muscle trailed up and down her folds, first one side then the other building her need to the point she was about to beg when two fingers entered her hot core.
"Yes!" she cried. Miranda's tongue zeroed in on her bundle of nerves and she swirled it around the sensitive flesh while her fingers moved in and out. She pressed up on the withdrawal hitting the rough patch of flesh causing Andy to gasp each time as little waves rolled through her body. "Mira," she whimpered and scratched her nails lightly against her scalp. Miranda flicked her clit repeatedly continuing the motions with her fingers until Andy felt like every little wave turned into a tsunami that grew higher and higher until finally it crashed down on her. The brunette cried out her name.
Andy slowly came down from the orgasm that just rolled through her thunderously feeling small aftershocks as the older woman continued to lick her. She pushed Miranda's shoulder, anymore stimulation and she'd need to come again. Miranda kissed her way up Andy's body until she was straddling her lap. The brunette could feel her dampness on her leg. At some point she must have taken her underwear off. The things she wished she could do right now. "Your hand, darling," Miranda guided her wrist to where she wanted it and placed a hand on either side of Andy's head on the wall she was leaning against.
"You're so wet," Andy sighed as her fingers slipped through her folds and into her opening. "Nightgown off," the brunette commanded.
The CEO removed the flimsy fabric and Andy's lips went to work on the breasts in front of her. Miranda rocked her hips against her hand fast and hard. The brunette bit down on one of the buds and pulled gently before letting it go and moving to the other one. She angled her palm so it brushed against the older woman's clit each time.
"Look at me, Andréa."
Andy let go of her nipple with a slight pop and gazed up at her love. Her mouth was open, eyes glazed over, and skin flushed. It was one of the most alluring sights Andy had ever seen and she had caused it. "God you are so beautiful, Mira."
"Andréa."
"Come for me, Mira," the brunette spoke huskily. Andy's words seemed to set off fireworks within the older woman. Her body went rigid, her eyes slammed shut, and she cried out the brunette's name. While the agent waited for Miranda to move, she kissed her sweat covered skin. When she finally did move and collapsed beside Andy, the younger woman cleaned off her fingers. A few minutes later they both put their clothes back on, Andy with assistance from Miranda. "I love you," she said kissing the CEO's forehead, nose, and mouth.
"I love you, too, darling. Good night." Andy smiled happily as she closed her eyes and felt Miranda tuck herself into her embrace.
Fandom: the Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: M
Summary: AU - Andy must lie to Miranda to do her job and bring down an elaborate crime ring involving Irv Ravitz. Circumstances will force Andy back into Miranda's professional and personal life whether the editor wants it or not. Will she be able to trust the brunette and let her in to her heart?
Disclaimers: Not mine, obviously. Just taking them out of the box for entertainment and will return them when finished (or not).
A/N: I apologize for this being a smaller chapter, it’s just filling while I figure out how to get to the next part in the story.
Andy sighed as she fell into her lovely comfortable couch and closed her eyes. The amount of people that came to visit her Saturday was entirely unexpected and left her feeling utterly spent by Sunday night. The phone call to her parents was rough. They were both very concerned that her job was becoming more of a danger and not quite as much about helping people. She had to agree with them at this point. Warm hands kneaded her sore shoulder carefully and gently drawing out some of the tension. "We should stretch your shoulder, doctor's orders," Miranda said in her low tone.
"That feels really good, Mira," she groaned appreciatively and rolled her neck forward to give the older woman more access.
"I'll give you another massage after your stretches," she promised. "Come on, darling."
"Alright," Andy gave in and used Miranda's outstretched hand to get up.
"Okay, stand here and bend your elbow at a ninety degree angle," Andy followed the CEO's instructions with a slight wince. "Yes, like that, darling. Open your palm and place it against the wall. Good, now push against it and hold for five seconds." Andy inhaled through her nose harshly at three seconds and sighed when she reached five. "Good. Here take this end of the band and," she bent over, "step on this end. Now, you're going to keep your elbow straight and pull your arm up so its level with your shoulder."
Andy gritted her teeth feeling the sweat gather on her skin. The pain increased the higher she tried to go. She made it to her hip before she had to stop. "I can't," tears formed in her eyes.
"It's okay, darling," Miranda said taking the band. "You did great," she kissed her softly and brushed the tears from her face. "Let's get ready for bed and I'll massage your shoulder, hum?" she directed the brunette towards the bedroom and helped her with her clothes.
Once changed, Miranda told Andy to sit in front of her. Expert hands moved across her skin drawing the additional tension away. Finger tips prodded gently. The agent was pretty sure if the older woman continued she would be asleep in minutes but she needed to ice her shoulder. "Not that I want you to stop but I do need to ice it for a bit," she sighed.
"I'll get it for you, stay here," Miranda replied and maneuvered herself so she didn't jostle the injured shoulder. She kissed Andy lightly on the corner of her mouth and went to the kitchen. Andy could hear her moving around and smiled. She loved having her and girls around her apartment. She returned a little bit later with a towel filled with ice. "Here you are, darling."
"Thank you," she took the towel and held it to her shoulder only wincing slightly at the coolness before it started to soothe her aching muscles. Her eyes were closed and she was daydreaming of a house, kids, a dog, and a very happy Miranda.
Andy felt the bed dip slightly. "What are you thinking of, darling?" Miranda traced her face with her fingertips slowly drawing Andy from her thoughts.
"You and the girls," the brunette smiled widely. "I enjoy having you here."
"The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you, darling," the CEO smiled back.
"Good," Andy smiled even wider if it was possible and Miranda leaned in to kiss her. "I've been talking with the girls lately," another kiss.
"Oh?"
"Yes," their lips met again.
"What about?"
Andy tugged the older woman closer. "They both expressed an interest in dance, but Cassidy would like to try soccer while Caroline seemed more interested in music, piano perhaps. They've been hesitant to talk to you with everything going on."
"Wow, I think this is the first time they've ever wanted to do anything apart from each other."
"It was bound to happen eventually."
"I think once everything calms down we could revisit the topic," Miranda traced the ridge of her jaw. "Ah, I see it now," she traced a lone wrinkle. "Must be all that smiling."
"Oh!" Andy took mock offense and went for Miranda's ribs ghosting her fingers across sensitive flesh. The older woman squirmed careful not to hit the brunette's injured shoulder and did the only thing that would stall the agent's movements. She pulled her into a passionate kiss. "Mmm, cheater..."
"I prefer opportunist," Miranda smiled cheekily as she whispered against Andy's ear. Her tongue darted out.
"Mmm... So evil..."
"All the better to tease you my dear," she could hear the smile on her voice.
"Is that what you're doing?"
"You know you love it," Miranda's breath was hot against her ear.
"You're being mean," Andy sighed. "The doctor said I can't do any strenuous activity until at least Friday."
"Darling, you don't have to move," Miranda pulled her earlobe between her teeth.
"Mira..."
A delicate finger landed on her lips silencing her. "Let me take care of you," she gazed into turquoise eyes filled with love and nodded though she was powerless to resist.
Miranda's mouth slanted over hers as hands explored under her night shirt skimming across the heated skin of her abdomen. It was soft, then barely there, then there was no mistaking her touch. It was was much like her kisses had been; slow and soft, a small peck here, a long hard kiss there. It was intoxicating and the brunette was feeling over heated. The older woman slid down her legs and kissed the flesh that appeared before her. Hands trailed over her thighs in a hard raking manner. Lips and tongue followed beginning at her chest and by the time Miranda's mouth had reached her thighs Andy was breathing heavily and her skin was flush and hot all over.
"Mira," the brunette said breathlessly.
The older woman slipped her fingers into the waist of her pajama bottoms and panties. She used her good arm to lift herself just a little and Miranda pulled them off. She kissed a trail from the inside of her knee up her thigh. "Open your legs for me," the CEO demanded softly.
Andy's legs would have fallen open on their own but just hearing the sexy demand in Miranda's low register sent a jolt down her spine right to her core. "Mira," she looked down through her lashes at the woman between her thighs. Her entire center was throbbing with need and she was so very wet. A nip at the junction of her inner hip and thigh pulled a low moan from her throat. She wasn't above begging for it if the older woman didn't move soon. "I need you," she said feeling a cool air blown against her dripping center.
Miranda looked up to meet her gaze while her hands massaged her inner thighs. "I know, darling," she placed a lingering kiss against her swollen lips and moved back into position. Andy nearly cried at the first long slow swipe of her tongue upwards toward where the brunette needed her. Fingers tangled in white hair holding the older woman there as if afraid she'd move too far away. The hot muscle trailed up and down her folds, first one side then the other building her need to the point she was about to beg when two fingers entered her hot core.
"Yes!" she cried. Miranda's tongue zeroed in on her bundle of nerves and she swirled it around the sensitive flesh while her fingers moved in and out. She pressed up on the withdrawal hitting the rough patch of flesh causing Andy to gasp each time as little waves rolled through her body. "Mira," she whimpered and scratched her nails lightly against her scalp. Miranda flicked her clit repeatedly continuing the motions with her fingers until Andy felt like every little wave turned into a tsunami that grew higher and higher until finally it crashed down on her. The brunette cried out her name.
Andy slowly came down from the orgasm that just rolled through her thunderously feeling small aftershocks as the older woman continued to lick her. She pushed Miranda's shoulder, anymore stimulation and she'd need to come again. Miranda kissed her way up Andy's body until she was straddling her lap. The brunette could feel her dampness on her leg. At some point she must have taken her underwear off. The things she wished she could do right now. "Your hand, darling," Miranda guided her wrist to where she wanted it and placed a hand on either side of Andy's head on the wall she was leaning against.
"You're so wet," Andy sighed as her fingers slipped through her folds and into her opening. "Nightgown off," the brunette commanded.
The CEO removed the flimsy fabric and Andy's lips went to work on the breasts in front of her. Miranda rocked her hips against her hand fast and hard. The brunette bit down on one of the buds and pulled gently before letting it go and moving to the other one. She angled her palm so it brushed against the older woman's clit each time.
"Look at me, Andréa."
Andy let go of her nipple with a slight pop and gazed up at her love. Her mouth was open, eyes glazed over, and skin flushed. It was one of the most alluring sights Andy had ever seen and she had caused it. "God you are so beautiful, Mira."
"Andréa."
"Come for me, Mira," the brunette spoke huskily. Andy's words seemed to set off fireworks within the older woman. Her body went rigid, her eyes slammed shut, and she cried out the brunette's name. While the agent waited for Miranda to move, she kissed her sweat covered skin. When she finally did move and collapsed beside Andy, the younger woman cleaned off her fingers. A few minutes later they both put their clothes back on, Andy with assistance from Miranda. "I love you," she said kissing the CEO's forehead, nose, and mouth.
"I love you, too, darling. Good night." Andy smiled happily as she closed her eyes and felt Miranda tuck herself into her embrace.