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Rating: PG
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Summary: Miranda does something unlike herself to win back her gay readers after a particular article posted about her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Miranda or Andy, but who doesn't wish they did? lol
Chapter 1
Andy stood there feeling stupid. Those same words reverberating off the walls of her mind: “I see a great deal of myself in you” and “Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea”. She wanted to run away but didn’t have the nerve. Her life of living with her parents and not doing anything flashed before her eyes and she decided not to double cross Miranda. Thinking of the devil, the older woman climbed the stairs and turned around to say something to Andy, but she wasn’t there. She looked around for her and saw her glued to the spot near the car. She jerked her head sideways, motioning for Andy to follow her. Miranda continued on in and as soon as she was out of Andy’s line of vision, the young woman’s phone began ringing. Andy glanced at the screen and saw her boss was more impatient than she lets others see.
“What?” Andy tried to bite back the venom in her voice. She may not be able to leave her, but she sure as hell can carry a grudge.
“I’ll meet you in your suite.” Miranda hung up, leaving Andy with one single question: “What the hell does she want?” Boy, she was pissed at Miranda, and there was nothing that the older woman could do to make it better… that she knew of. When she got into her suite, she immediately picked up a little bit then undressed. If Miranda was going to be in her suite she sure as hell isn’t going to be looking at a mess. Andy was comfortable in her new, black, long sleeved, cotton top and grey yoga pants. She was about to sit down when a sharp knock came to her door. Andy grunted out of frustration, stomped her feet on her way to the door, and swung the door open with an arched eyebrow. All her anger melted away when she saw Miranda. The silver-haired woman was dressed in black, straight legged Armani pants, a grey Dior sweater, with pearls, and simple, black, leather Prada pumps. When Andy’s gaze finally fell on Miranda’s face, the older woman sucked in her cheeks then pursed her lips. “Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me stand here while you ogle me?” Without realizing it, Andy’s mouth had been hanging open; she shut it quickly, with a click of her teeth. Feeling the heat and blush rise to her cheeks, Andy turned her gaze to the floor to hide her face. The younger woman stepped aside and allowed Miranda in. Making herself comfortable, Miranda slipped out of her pumps and sat on the couch, tucking her legs to the side. “Now… Would you like to tell me why you are so pissed at me?” Andy stood in the middle of the doorway until Miranda pointed to the spot on the couch next to her.
“Oh, I dunno, Miranda.” Andy made her way over to the older woman and threw herself on the couch. “I dunno why anyone would be mad at you, you’re such an angel.” Andy rolled her eyes at how gutsy she was being; she’d be lucky if Miranda decided not to cut out her tongue. To her surprise, Miranda chuckled.
“Ok, I get it. The Nigel situation.” Andy looked at her with pure agitation. “I don’t explain myself to anyone, Andrea. So, I’m only going to say this once.” Andy’s eyes widened slightly. “Nigel is a gifted man. There really are no limitations on what he can do. There will be plenty of opportunities that will present themselves to him, and it will take a little bit of time for me to work on them though. Give me time, Andrea.” Still in shock, Andy rearranged herself on the couch to face Miranda. “Another thing I don’t do very often is admit I’m wrong.” Andy was finding it hard to keep her eyelids from sticking to her eyebrows. “I did somewhat… force you into coming to Paris with me. I think you are the only one who can keep up with me. So excuse me for wanting to have things run smoothly. I’m…I didn’t mean to force you into doing something you didn’t want to do. Ask for Emily, she’s a quick learner; she’ll be bumped up.” Andy opened her mouth then closed it again just to open it again.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Miranda smiled sadly and looked down and her joined hands that were sitting on her lap.
“I can trust you; you didn’t leave me.” Andy’s eyes widened and she stared at Miranda in disbelief.
“That was a test? You wanted to make sure I was loyal? Haven’t I proved that by trying to tell you Irv wanted to replace you?” Miranda uncurled her legs and slipped on her pumps.
“I didn’t say what it was for, dear Andrea.” Miranda stood and smoothed down her blouse. “Have a good night, Andrea.” Andy stood up and walked Miranda to the door, which surprised the older woman. “Such a gentlem-woman.” Andy opened the door and bowed jokingly, getting a chuckle out of Miranda. When the door was closed and Miranda was gone, Andy rested against the wall thinking that she had no idea what Miranda had in mind.
Chapter 2
Andy sighed as she slipped into her seat, thankful that they were able to get a private jet instead of being in a crowded plane. She looked around and saw Nigel had already settled down at the far end of the cabin and there was so much room for Miranda to sit anywhere. As Andy reclined, the silver haired woman swooped down in the seat next to her. Andy jumped when Miranda’s knee touched hers in an innocent caress.
“Andrea? Do you want to keep me entertained?” Miranda’s low octave voice and choice of words could be easily misinterpreted, but Andy took the bait.
“Can’t sleep?” Miranda shook her head and smacked her lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I think I might have cards with me.” Andy sat her seat upright and looked over at Miranda who just raised her eyebrow.
“Strip poker?” Andy pressed her lips together, in her rendition of Miranda’s lip purse, to keep from laughing. Miranda nudged Andy’s shoulder. “I was just kidding… Why would I want anyone else besides me to see you in your underwear?” Andy gasped and laughed.
“Miranda Priestly!” Miranda smiled and ducked her head down to hide her blush. “You have a friendly side to you, who knew.” She looked back up at Andy
“Getting the picture, Andrea?” Andy’s smile faded as she thought.
“You trust me to become your confidant?” Miranda shrugged slightly. “Your friend?” Miranda nodded confidently with a smirk. Feeling light, Andy nodded and smiled back. “It can be done.” Miranda sighed and visibly relaxed. “So… strip poker’s out.” Miranda threw her head back and chuckled. “How about... I’m thinking of a person.” Miranda arched an eyebrow.
“Are you male or female?” Miranda gave in.
“Female.” Miranda crossed her legs, bringing Andy’s attention to how short Miranda’s skirt can be when she sits down. Andy had to visibly shake herself free from Miranda’s mind grasp. Miranda arched an eyebrow when she saw where Andy’s eyes traveled to.
“Actress or singer?” Andy made eye contact quickly; how did she figure it to be a celebrity?
“How did you…singer.” Miranda smirked at Andy and pretended to think about her next question.
“Attractive or not?” Andy gave Miranda a look that said “I can’t believe you just asked that”. “By my standards, I mean.” Andy smirked with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t know you had a preference for women.” Miranda blushed crimson and Andy looked proud of herself. “Yes, attractive” Getting over her blush, Miranda sucked in her cheeks and thought of who it could be.
“Young or old… er?” Miranda choked on her own words and Andy snorted.
“I consider 60 to still be young.” Andy mentally kicked herself for kissing ass. Miranda nodded and mouthed a “thank you”. “Young.”
“Brunette or blonde?” The older woman was wracking her brain but nothing was coming up.
“Somewhat blonde.” Miranda’s eyes sparked with the idea of who it could be, but continued to be sure.
“Is she Canadian?” Andy grinned and nodded. “Celine Dion!” Miranda looked to proud of herself. Andy chuckled and looked Miranda in the eyes.
“Having fun?” Miranda nodded and smirked only to have that interrupted by a stifled yawn. “Getting tired?” Andy bit her cheek and thought, “Geez, Andy! What’s with all the questions?” The silver haired woman nodded again and reclined her seat slightly and rested her head back. When she closed her eyes, she didn’t realize Andy watched her until she drifted off. “Sweet dreams, Miranda.” Andy reclined her own seat and began to drift off herself. Miranda’s eye lids slid open, sleepily, and she gazed at Andy. A soft smile graced her lips and she closed her eyes again. She woke up a few seconds later to Andy unconsciously nuzzling her shoulder. Resting her head on Andy’s, Miranda drifted of to sleep again with a smile on her lips
Chapter 3
“Andrea…” Her name was said all too sweetly for her to trust the situation was good. Andy scurried into Miranda’s office with her notebook and pen. “Andrea, you failed to remind me of my appointment with Irv this morning.” Andy looked mortified.
“Oh my god, Miranda I am so s-” Miranda cut her off with a single finger in the air.
“I think that this is getting to be a problem.” Andy looked at her slack jawed.
“This meaning… ?” She was a little angry to be honest with herself; Andy didn’t want to loose Miranda in any way.
“This…” Miranda signaled between them and sighed. “Maybe it was a bad idea.” Andy bit the inside of her cheek.
“I thought it was going rather well, but if you think it’s a bad idea…” Andy couldn’t help it; her eyes were already brimmed with tears. “I honestly can’t imagine going back to the way it was.” She let a tear slip and she caught it up with her finger tip. Miranda sighed an “oh”.
“Don’t cry, Andrea. It doesn’t have to go back to the way it was.” Miranda fingers splayed across her forehead as her thumb pressed to her temple. “It just seems that you are getting distracted from your work. I can’t have you forgetting to remind me of important follow up meetings with my boss. That’s my ass on the line.” Andy smiled and nodded in understanding.
“I did get a little distracted, but not because of our friendship. If anything, this is helping me stay on track. I don’t want to disappoint you.” Miranda smirked, opened her mouth to speak then closed it with a “hmm”.
“We can go to dinner and talk about what’s distracting you.” Miranda kept her attention towards her laptop and other work on her desk. She tried so hard to show that she wasn’t so interested in if Andy said yes or no.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” Andy’s voice was warm as well as her smile. Miranda finally made eye contact again and found it hard to look away. There was such acceptance and eagerness in the young woman’s eyes.
“You can come home with me and we’ll head over to…” Miranda paused in mid sentence and fidgeted with her fingers slightly. “Where would you like to eat?” Andy was a little surprised, but she remembered that this is a side of Miranda that she’s never seen before. Andy rounded Miranda’s desk and leaned against the edge. The younger woman’s hips so happened to be in Miranda’s line of vision, making the silver haired woman clear her throat and drag her eyes back up to Andy’s.
“Why don’t you choose? You know where all the great places are. What are you in the mood to eat?” Miranda averted her eyes for a brief second to Andy’s thighs then away to her laptop screen.
“I feel like having some Ethiopian food.” Andy chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Ethiopian’s eat?” Miranda looked up at Andy with a raised eyebrow, only to swat Andy on the thigh.
“That was cruel, Andrea; besides they do eat, just not with utensils.” With a laugh, Andy uncrossed her arms, braced herself, and jumped up on the desk. Miranda watched as Andy crossed her legs. “If anyone where to walk into this office, they would be shocked to see what I let you get away with.” Andy hummed in contentment.
“Yes, but I’m special.” Miranda nodded, but she agreed to easily.
“Yes, yellow school bus special.” Andy jaw dropped with a gasp. Miranda chuckled and rested a hand on Andy’s thigh. The younger woman smiled when she felt Miranda’s warm fingers just below the hem of her skirt. With a pat, Miranda awkwardly removed her hand. At that moment Emily rushed in as fast as she could on crutches, shooting Andy a look of contempt.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Miranda.” Miranda reached out, unseen by Emily, and tugged on Andy’s boot to get her down. The younger woman slid off the desk and walked around to the front of the office. “Irv is here to see you.” Miranda risked a glance at Andy and saw how apologetic the young woman really was.
“Send him in, that’s all.” Emily limped out of the office while Andy stood behind. Miranda winked her way. “Talk to you later.” Andy smiled softly and walked out of the office. Andy watched as Irv stormed into Miranda’s office.
“Miranda, I don’t appreciate being stood up.” Andy winced as soon as she heard Irv’s tone. “This is going to go on my head,” she thought.
“I apologize deeply Mr. Ravitz. It simply slipped my mind. I was looking over the book from last night and I forgot.” With a gasp, realization dawned on Andy that Miranda was taking the fall. Nigel walked in just then with a portfolio gripped loosely in his hand. He paused when he saw Irv pacing around before Miranda.
“What’s going on?” Nigel leaned against Emily’s desk. Emily looked from Andy to Nigel and back again.
“Miranda’s taking the blame for Andy’s mistake.” Nigel’s eyes went wide and he looked over at Andy.
“Andy?” The woman in question looked up with a guilty sensation that she couldn’t explain.
“Yes?” Nigel squinted his eyes in thought.
“Are you blackmailing our boss?” Andy threw a glare at him then turned to her computer.
“What’s going on between you two?” Emily made her way to Andy’s desk. “You were the one who fucked that up, not her. Why did she take the blame?” Andy snorted and shrugged.
“She likes me better than you?” With a glare, Emily hobbled back to her seat. Nigel chuckled softly.
“Children, children.” Emily rolled her eyes.
“Quit being so juvenile, Andy; I’ve known her longer anyway.” Andy couldn’t help herself, she let out a chuckle while sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re girlfriend would love that.” The brunette gasped and snorted. Nigel shuddered with disgust and stared wide eyed at Emily.
“OMGod! How did you know!?!” Emily turned back to her Imac with a scowl.
“You were sitting on her desk and she had her hands all over you.” Andy went slack jawed. Nigel put up a hand and huffed.
“I’ve had enough.” With that he walked out of the office leaving the girls to argue.
“She did not!” Emily faced Andy and gave her that mirrored Miranda’s usual look of irritation. “She patted me on the thigh. Anyway, it’s not like that.” Andy attempted to return to her work, but failed miserably.
“Riiiight, whatever you say.” Andy rolled her eyes.
“Ptsh!” Finally able to recommence with her work, Andy turned back to the computer screen and focused. She was able to organize the entire Winter Gala, schedule Miranda’s time for the following month, and was able to narrow down which restaurants Miranda might want to go to. Andy saw a pale hand pass in front of her and realized she zoned out when she ran out of things to do. Her attention was drawn back to the person in front of her. Miranda Priestly stood there looking highly amused as watched Andy sit there with her head in her hand. The silver haired woman rested her hands on the desk, hovering over Andy.
“Do you often drool when you day dream?” Andy glared and passed a finger over the corners of her mouth to make sure she was just joking.
“Hello, nice to see you again too.” With an evil smirk, Miranda rested her palms on the desk lowering her torso slightly. Andy glanced towards Miranda’s not fully buttoned blouse, on her way down to the desk, and proved her thoughts right, they were magnificent. The older woman’s smirk turned into a full blown grin.
“Or were you just fantasizing about me?” Miranda chuckled when Andy’s jaw very nearly hit the desk when she slipped off her hand. When she stood, Andy took the little time to compose herself. “Just a joke, of course.” Miranda retrieved her own coat and bag and tossed Andy’s belongings on her desk. “Let’s go say good bye to the twins.” Andy gathered her stuff and helplessly followed the sashay of Miranda’s hips. It was a silent trip to the town house, with the exception of Miranda humming “Super Trouper” softly to herself. Andy kept stealing glances at the dragon lady while she stared out the window. “She must have recently watched Mamma Mia.” Andy thought with a smile.
“What are you humming?” Andy decided to play stupid. Miranda turned to her with a sad smirk.
“It’s called Super Trouper, by Abba. It’s the girl’s lullaby. Or was the girl’s lullaby, before they decided they were to grown for it.” Andy reached over and stroked Miranda’s arm and pulled back when Miranda turned to her sharply. However she turned to her, the look on Miranda’s face showed nothing but acceptance. Feeling brave, Andy reached over again and rested her hand on Miranda’s. With a smirk, Miranda gently squeezed the fingers that slipped between her forefinger and thumb. “They’re growing up.” Miranda pulled away slowly. “It’s a rarity when they do want me to tuck them in and sing to them; usually, that’s when they’re sick.” Miranda turned to look out the window once more.
“There’s so much to learn about you.” Without thinking, Andy let it slip and prayed she wouldn’t be punished for it. Instead of being the Ice Queen she always portrays, Miranda simply nodded.
“Indeed, there is.” Andy hummed and wrung her hands nervously when they pulled up to the town house. The first to get out was Andy; she made her way around the car and opened the door for Miranda. Andy extended her hand to help the woman up and to her surprise, Miranda actually took it. Once she was out of the car she stuck her head in and said a brief goodnight to Roy and shut the door. Andy allowed Miranda to lead the way. As soon as they came in the door they were bombarded by two overtly eager 11 year olds.
“Mom!” Caroline, Andy assumed, hugged Miranda around the waist and Cassidy reached over and kissed her mother hello. When their greetings were done with, both girls looked at Andy. “Why is she here?” Caroline’s attitude left Andy feeling like Miranda just ripped through her. Miranda looked back at Andy with apologetic eyes.
“She’s going to have dinner with me, she’s mommy’s friend.” When Miranda turned back to her twins, Andy grinned. Caroline shrugged and Cassidy looked back and forth from Miranda to Andy as a knowing smile erupted on her face.
“When is Daddy coming?” Caroline checked her watch.
“He should be here soon.” Miranda reached out and brushed back strawberry blond hair and tucked it behind Cassidy’s ear. “You have everything packed? You have to make sure you have all your school books and your homework assignments.” Caroline patted the bags at the base of the stairs.
“Got everything, Mom.” With a reassured smile, Miranda reached out and hugged her daughters tightly. A horn sounded loudly outside and the girls scurried to put their bags on. “See ya, Mommy.” Miranda sighed softly, barely audible, but Andy heard it.
“Bye Mom!” Miranda leaned over and kissed her daughters on their precious, pink, rose bud lips.
“Bye darlings… behave.” Miranda watched her girls run out the door and drive off. “I’ll never get used to them going.” She turned to Andy. “Just you and me, then” Miranda reached out and tugged on Andy’s jacket. “Let’s go. I’ve changed my mind about what I want to eat.” With a chuckle, Andy followed Miranda out the door. Driving down the street in a convertible Porsche with Miranda Priestly as the driver is quite scary. The car doesn’t feel very safe, and Miranda has road rage. “No wonder she doesn’t drive during the day; traffic would be her reason for murder,” Andy thought with a chuckle. “What are you laughing at?” Miranda glanced at her then kept her eyes on the road a head of her.
“You have a terrible temper.” Miranda smiled and rolled her eyes.
“At least I’m not shouting obscenities outside my car window.” Andy giggled at the thought.
“No, but honking your horn for three full seconds is just as bad.” Miranda snorted and pulled into a McDonalds drive through. Andy took one look at where they were and submitted into a fit of hysterics. Miranda stared at her with a smile plastered to her face.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Andy tried to speak, but only made it worse for herself. “What?” Miranda was now chuckling softly; Andy’s laughing was infectious.
“This…” Andy took a deep breath. “Is what you wanted to eat?” Miranda raised an eyebrow as she pulled up to take her order.
“Hi, welcome to Mc-“ Miranda immediately cut her off.
“I’ll have a number one with a medium coke.” Miranda turned to Andy and tapped her on the thigh. “What do you want?” Andy tried to stifle a chuckle.
“Same.” With that, Andy burst into hysterics once more.
“Two number ones with two medium cokes.” Miranda waited impatiently for the server to repeat the order to her.
“Ok, that’ll b-“
“Bore someone else with your details.” Miranda drove to the next window receiving a gasp from the girl who stood there.
“You’re Miranda Priestly!” Miranda rolled her eyes in annoyance with both Andy who wouldn’t shut up and the girl who seemed to want to kiss Miranda rather than do her job and serve her food. Miranda handed the shivering girl her debit card.
“Make it quick.” The girl, if anything, took more time trying to hurry up. She dropped the card twice, once outside the window making Miranda get out and get it herself. “We will see if I ever come here again. I will call your manager and report you.” Miranda’s empty threats left Andy shaking with silent laughter. Miranda drove to the next window and snatched the bag away from the skinny boy standing there. Andy sunk in her seat, not being able to control her laughter. Miranda took the drinks from the boy and sped off. Glancing at Andrea put her in a good mood all over again.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Andy had to gasp for air.
“Did you memorize the menu?” Andy began to shake uncontrollably, again. Miranda tried so hard to purse her lips seriously but an awkward yet cute smirk came of it.
“I just know what I like.” Andy inhaled deeply and sighed.
“Apparently you like Big Macs.” Andy laughed again bringing Miranda along with her. When they pulled up to the house, both women’s spirits where high and their eyes shone with unshed tears of laughter. Miranda led them into the living room where the fire was crackling and the room was comfortable. Miranda dropped off the food and drinks on the coffee table.
“I’ll be right back.” Miranda left Andy to look around, but instead of sticking her nose into everything she settled down on the floor and watched the fire. Miranda returned with two plates and utensils. Andy pointed at the utensils.
“What are those for?” Miranda chose to set them up before answering.
“For eating.” Miranda was always sarcastic, queen of sarcasm in fact. Andy mocked Miranda while the woman in question gracefully swooped down on the floor. Miranda cut her burger into quarters and stabbed a fork into one of the quarters.
“What do you think you are doing?!” Miranda looked up in shock. Andy reached over, grabbed one of Miranda’s quarters and put it right in front of the older woman’s lips. Miranda rolled her eyes and sighed. When she realized Andy would not back down, she delicately took hold of Andy’s wrist and took a small bite. Her bottom lip accidentally brushed against Andy’s thumb. “Thank you! That’s how you eat a burger.” Miranda smirked and licked her lips.
“Really? I wasn’t aware…” Andy took a bite of her big Mac and some of the special sauce smeared on the corner of her mouth. Miranda smiled warmly as she reached over and wiped, gently, at Andy’s mouth. Without thinking, Andy leaned in to Miranda’s touch. When Miranda pulled away, it caught Andy’s attention. They sat in silence, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Andy felt a warmth spread over her as her heart raced. Miranda felt panicked, but not in the bad way one would expect. At that moment, Miranda’s cell phone rang. Frantic, Miranda searched her person for her phone.
“Hello girls.” Miranda got up and began walking around while talking to her daughters. “Well, alright, if you’re tucked in.” Miranda began to sing “Super Trouper” for Caroline and Cassidy while Andy listened in. When the call was ended, Andy and Miranda finished their meals, neither mentioning what happened or what nearly happened. And when they said their goodbyes, Miranda dared to lean in and kiss Andy on the cheek. With a whispered “bye” they parted until the next day of work together.
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Summary: Miranda does something unlike herself to win back her gay readers after a particular article posted about her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Miranda or Andy, but who doesn't wish they did? lol
Chapter 1
Andy stood there feeling stupid. Those same words reverberating off the walls of her mind: “I see a great deal of myself in you” and “Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea”. She wanted to run away but didn’t have the nerve. Her life of living with her parents and not doing anything flashed before her eyes and she decided not to double cross Miranda. Thinking of the devil, the older woman climbed the stairs and turned around to say something to Andy, but she wasn’t there. She looked around for her and saw her glued to the spot near the car. She jerked her head sideways, motioning for Andy to follow her. Miranda continued on in and as soon as she was out of Andy’s line of vision, the young woman’s phone began ringing. Andy glanced at the screen and saw her boss was more impatient than she lets others see.
“What?” Andy tried to bite back the venom in her voice. She may not be able to leave her, but she sure as hell can carry a grudge.
“I’ll meet you in your suite.” Miranda hung up, leaving Andy with one single question: “What the hell does she want?” Boy, she was pissed at Miranda, and there was nothing that the older woman could do to make it better… that she knew of. When she got into her suite, she immediately picked up a little bit then undressed. If Miranda was going to be in her suite she sure as hell isn’t going to be looking at a mess. Andy was comfortable in her new, black, long sleeved, cotton top and grey yoga pants. She was about to sit down when a sharp knock came to her door. Andy grunted out of frustration, stomped her feet on her way to the door, and swung the door open with an arched eyebrow. All her anger melted away when she saw Miranda. The silver-haired woman was dressed in black, straight legged Armani pants, a grey Dior sweater, with pearls, and simple, black, leather Prada pumps. When Andy’s gaze finally fell on Miranda’s face, the older woman sucked in her cheeks then pursed her lips. “Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me stand here while you ogle me?” Without realizing it, Andy’s mouth had been hanging open; she shut it quickly, with a click of her teeth. Feeling the heat and blush rise to her cheeks, Andy turned her gaze to the floor to hide her face. The younger woman stepped aside and allowed Miranda in. Making herself comfortable, Miranda slipped out of her pumps and sat on the couch, tucking her legs to the side. “Now… Would you like to tell me why you are so pissed at me?” Andy stood in the middle of the doorway until Miranda pointed to the spot on the couch next to her.
“Oh, I dunno, Miranda.” Andy made her way over to the older woman and threw herself on the couch. “I dunno why anyone would be mad at you, you’re such an angel.” Andy rolled her eyes at how gutsy she was being; she’d be lucky if Miranda decided not to cut out her tongue. To her surprise, Miranda chuckled.
“Ok, I get it. The Nigel situation.” Andy looked at her with pure agitation. “I don’t explain myself to anyone, Andrea. So, I’m only going to say this once.” Andy’s eyes widened slightly. “Nigel is a gifted man. There really are no limitations on what he can do. There will be plenty of opportunities that will present themselves to him, and it will take a little bit of time for me to work on them though. Give me time, Andrea.” Still in shock, Andy rearranged herself on the couch to face Miranda. “Another thing I don’t do very often is admit I’m wrong.” Andy was finding it hard to keep her eyelids from sticking to her eyebrows. “I did somewhat… force you into coming to Paris with me. I think you are the only one who can keep up with me. So excuse me for wanting to have things run smoothly. I’m…I didn’t mean to force you into doing something you didn’t want to do. Ask for Emily, she’s a quick learner; she’ll be bumped up.” Andy opened her mouth then closed it again just to open it again.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Miranda smiled sadly and looked down and her joined hands that were sitting on her lap.
“I can trust you; you didn’t leave me.” Andy’s eyes widened and she stared at Miranda in disbelief.
“That was a test? You wanted to make sure I was loyal? Haven’t I proved that by trying to tell you Irv wanted to replace you?” Miranda uncurled her legs and slipped on her pumps.
“I didn’t say what it was for, dear Andrea.” Miranda stood and smoothed down her blouse. “Have a good night, Andrea.” Andy stood up and walked Miranda to the door, which surprised the older woman. “Such a gentlem-woman.” Andy opened the door and bowed jokingly, getting a chuckle out of Miranda. When the door was closed and Miranda was gone, Andy rested against the wall thinking that she had no idea what Miranda had in mind.
Chapter 2
Andy sighed as she slipped into her seat, thankful that they were able to get a private jet instead of being in a crowded plane. She looked around and saw Nigel had already settled down at the far end of the cabin and there was so much room for Miranda to sit anywhere. As Andy reclined, the silver haired woman swooped down in the seat next to her. Andy jumped when Miranda’s knee touched hers in an innocent caress.
“Andrea? Do you want to keep me entertained?” Miranda’s low octave voice and choice of words could be easily misinterpreted, but Andy took the bait.
“Can’t sleep?” Miranda shook her head and smacked her lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I think I might have cards with me.” Andy sat her seat upright and looked over at Miranda who just raised her eyebrow.
“Strip poker?” Andy pressed her lips together, in her rendition of Miranda’s lip purse, to keep from laughing. Miranda nudged Andy’s shoulder. “I was just kidding… Why would I want anyone else besides me to see you in your underwear?” Andy gasped and laughed.
“Miranda Priestly!” Miranda smiled and ducked her head down to hide her blush. “You have a friendly side to you, who knew.” She looked back up at Andy
“Getting the picture, Andrea?” Andy’s smile faded as she thought.
“You trust me to become your confidant?” Miranda shrugged slightly. “Your friend?” Miranda nodded confidently with a smirk. Feeling light, Andy nodded and smiled back. “It can be done.” Miranda sighed and visibly relaxed. “So… strip poker’s out.” Miranda threw her head back and chuckled. “How about... I’m thinking of a person.” Miranda arched an eyebrow.
“Are you male or female?” Miranda gave in.
“Female.” Miranda crossed her legs, bringing Andy’s attention to how short Miranda’s skirt can be when she sits down. Andy had to visibly shake herself free from Miranda’s mind grasp. Miranda arched an eyebrow when she saw where Andy’s eyes traveled to.
“Actress or singer?” Andy made eye contact quickly; how did she figure it to be a celebrity?
“How did you…singer.” Miranda smirked at Andy and pretended to think about her next question.
“Attractive or not?” Andy gave Miranda a look that said “I can’t believe you just asked that”. “By my standards, I mean.” Andy smirked with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t know you had a preference for women.” Miranda blushed crimson and Andy looked proud of herself. “Yes, attractive” Getting over her blush, Miranda sucked in her cheeks and thought of who it could be.
“Young or old… er?” Miranda choked on her own words and Andy snorted.
“I consider 60 to still be young.” Andy mentally kicked herself for kissing ass. Miranda nodded and mouthed a “thank you”. “Young.”
“Brunette or blonde?” The older woman was wracking her brain but nothing was coming up.
“Somewhat blonde.” Miranda’s eyes sparked with the idea of who it could be, but continued to be sure.
“Is she Canadian?” Andy grinned and nodded. “Celine Dion!” Miranda looked to proud of herself. Andy chuckled and looked Miranda in the eyes.
“Having fun?” Miranda nodded and smirked only to have that interrupted by a stifled yawn. “Getting tired?” Andy bit her cheek and thought, “Geez, Andy! What’s with all the questions?” The silver haired woman nodded again and reclined her seat slightly and rested her head back. When she closed her eyes, she didn’t realize Andy watched her until she drifted off. “Sweet dreams, Miranda.” Andy reclined her own seat and began to drift off herself. Miranda’s eye lids slid open, sleepily, and she gazed at Andy. A soft smile graced her lips and she closed her eyes again. She woke up a few seconds later to Andy unconsciously nuzzling her shoulder. Resting her head on Andy’s, Miranda drifted of to sleep again with a smile on her lips
Chapter 3
“Andrea…” Her name was said all too sweetly for her to trust the situation was good. Andy scurried into Miranda’s office with her notebook and pen. “Andrea, you failed to remind me of my appointment with Irv this morning.” Andy looked mortified.
“Oh my god, Miranda I am so s-” Miranda cut her off with a single finger in the air.
“I think that this is getting to be a problem.” Andy looked at her slack jawed.
“This meaning… ?” She was a little angry to be honest with herself; Andy didn’t want to loose Miranda in any way.
“This…” Miranda signaled between them and sighed. “Maybe it was a bad idea.” Andy bit the inside of her cheek.
“I thought it was going rather well, but if you think it’s a bad idea…” Andy couldn’t help it; her eyes were already brimmed with tears. “I honestly can’t imagine going back to the way it was.” She let a tear slip and she caught it up with her finger tip. Miranda sighed an “oh”.
“Don’t cry, Andrea. It doesn’t have to go back to the way it was.” Miranda fingers splayed across her forehead as her thumb pressed to her temple. “It just seems that you are getting distracted from your work. I can’t have you forgetting to remind me of important follow up meetings with my boss. That’s my ass on the line.” Andy smiled and nodded in understanding.
“I did get a little distracted, but not because of our friendship. If anything, this is helping me stay on track. I don’t want to disappoint you.” Miranda smirked, opened her mouth to speak then closed it with a “hmm”.
“We can go to dinner and talk about what’s distracting you.” Miranda kept her attention towards her laptop and other work on her desk. She tried so hard to show that she wasn’t so interested in if Andy said yes or no.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” Andy’s voice was warm as well as her smile. Miranda finally made eye contact again and found it hard to look away. There was such acceptance and eagerness in the young woman’s eyes.
“You can come home with me and we’ll head over to…” Miranda paused in mid sentence and fidgeted with her fingers slightly. “Where would you like to eat?” Andy was a little surprised, but she remembered that this is a side of Miranda that she’s never seen before. Andy rounded Miranda’s desk and leaned against the edge. The younger woman’s hips so happened to be in Miranda’s line of vision, making the silver haired woman clear her throat and drag her eyes back up to Andy’s.
“Why don’t you choose? You know where all the great places are. What are you in the mood to eat?” Miranda averted her eyes for a brief second to Andy’s thighs then away to her laptop screen.
“I feel like having some Ethiopian food.” Andy chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Ethiopian’s eat?” Miranda looked up at Andy with a raised eyebrow, only to swat Andy on the thigh.
“That was cruel, Andrea; besides they do eat, just not with utensils.” With a laugh, Andy uncrossed her arms, braced herself, and jumped up on the desk. Miranda watched as Andy crossed her legs. “If anyone where to walk into this office, they would be shocked to see what I let you get away with.” Andy hummed in contentment.
“Yes, but I’m special.” Miranda nodded, but she agreed to easily.
“Yes, yellow school bus special.” Andy jaw dropped with a gasp. Miranda chuckled and rested a hand on Andy’s thigh. The younger woman smiled when she felt Miranda’s warm fingers just below the hem of her skirt. With a pat, Miranda awkwardly removed her hand. At that moment Emily rushed in as fast as she could on crutches, shooting Andy a look of contempt.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Miranda.” Miranda reached out, unseen by Emily, and tugged on Andy’s boot to get her down. The younger woman slid off the desk and walked around to the front of the office. “Irv is here to see you.” Miranda risked a glance at Andy and saw how apologetic the young woman really was.
“Send him in, that’s all.” Emily limped out of the office while Andy stood behind. Miranda winked her way. “Talk to you later.” Andy smiled softly and walked out of the office. Andy watched as Irv stormed into Miranda’s office.
“Miranda, I don’t appreciate being stood up.” Andy winced as soon as she heard Irv’s tone. “This is going to go on my head,” she thought.
“I apologize deeply Mr. Ravitz. It simply slipped my mind. I was looking over the book from last night and I forgot.” With a gasp, realization dawned on Andy that Miranda was taking the fall. Nigel walked in just then with a portfolio gripped loosely in his hand. He paused when he saw Irv pacing around before Miranda.
“What’s going on?” Nigel leaned against Emily’s desk. Emily looked from Andy to Nigel and back again.
“Miranda’s taking the blame for Andy’s mistake.” Nigel’s eyes went wide and he looked over at Andy.
“Andy?” The woman in question looked up with a guilty sensation that she couldn’t explain.
“Yes?” Nigel squinted his eyes in thought.
“Are you blackmailing our boss?” Andy threw a glare at him then turned to her computer.
“What’s going on between you two?” Emily made her way to Andy’s desk. “You were the one who fucked that up, not her. Why did she take the blame?” Andy snorted and shrugged.
“She likes me better than you?” With a glare, Emily hobbled back to her seat. Nigel chuckled softly.
“Children, children.” Emily rolled her eyes.
“Quit being so juvenile, Andy; I’ve known her longer anyway.” Andy couldn’t help herself, she let out a chuckle while sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re girlfriend would love that.” The brunette gasped and snorted. Nigel shuddered with disgust and stared wide eyed at Emily.
“OMGod! How did you know!?!” Emily turned back to her Imac with a scowl.
“You were sitting on her desk and she had her hands all over you.” Andy went slack jawed. Nigel put up a hand and huffed.
“I’ve had enough.” With that he walked out of the office leaving the girls to argue.
“She did not!” Emily faced Andy and gave her that mirrored Miranda’s usual look of irritation. “She patted me on the thigh. Anyway, it’s not like that.” Andy attempted to return to her work, but failed miserably.
“Riiiight, whatever you say.” Andy rolled her eyes.
“Ptsh!” Finally able to recommence with her work, Andy turned back to the computer screen and focused. She was able to organize the entire Winter Gala, schedule Miranda’s time for the following month, and was able to narrow down which restaurants Miranda might want to go to. Andy saw a pale hand pass in front of her and realized she zoned out when she ran out of things to do. Her attention was drawn back to the person in front of her. Miranda Priestly stood there looking highly amused as watched Andy sit there with her head in her hand. The silver haired woman rested her hands on the desk, hovering over Andy.
“Do you often drool when you day dream?” Andy glared and passed a finger over the corners of her mouth to make sure she was just joking.
“Hello, nice to see you again too.” With an evil smirk, Miranda rested her palms on the desk lowering her torso slightly. Andy glanced towards Miranda’s not fully buttoned blouse, on her way down to the desk, and proved her thoughts right, they were magnificent. The older woman’s smirk turned into a full blown grin.
“Or were you just fantasizing about me?” Miranda chuckled when Andy’s jaw very nearly hit the desk when she slipped off her hand. When she stood, Andy took the little time to compose herself. “Just a joke, of course.” Miranda retrieved her own coat and bag and tossed Andy’s belongings on her desk. “Let’s go say good bye to the twins.” Andy gathered her stuff and helplessly followed the sashay of Miranda’s hips. It was a silent trip to the town house, with the exception of Miranda humming “Super Trouper” softly to herself. Andy kept stealing glances at the dragon lady while she stared out the window. “She must have recently watched Mamma Mia.” Andy thought with a smile.
“What are you humming?” Andy decided to play stupid. Miranda turned to her with a sad smirk.
“It’s called Super Trouper, by Abba. It’s the girl’s lullaby. Or was the girl’s lullaby, before they decided they were to grown for it.” Andy reached over and stroked Miranda’s arm and pulled back when Miranda turned to her sharply. However she turned to her, the look on Miranda’s face showed nothing but acceptance. Feeling brave, Andy reached over again and rested her hand on Miranda’s. With a smirk, Miranda gently squeezed the fingers that slipped between her forefinger and thumb. “They’re growing up.” Miranda pulled away slowly. “It’s a rarity when they do want me to tuck them in and sing to them; usually, that’s when they’re sick.” Miranda turned to look out the window once more.
“There’s so much to learn about you.” Without thinking, Andy let it slip and prayed she wouldn’t be punished for it. Instead of being the Ice Queen she always portrays, Miranda simply nodded.
“Indeed, there is.” Andy hummed and wrung her hands nervously when they pulled up to the town house. The first to get out was Andy; she made her way around the car and opened the door for Miranda. Andy extended her hand to help the woman up and to her surprise, Miranda actually took it. Once she was out of the car she stuck her head in and said a brief goodnight to Roy and shut the door. Andy allowed Miranda to lead the way. As soon as they came in the door they were bombarded by two overtly eager 11 year olds.
“Mom!” Caroline, Andy assumed, hugged Miranda around the waist and Cassidy reached over and kissed her mother hello. When their greetings were done with, both girls looked at Andy. “Why is she here?” Caroline’s attitude left Andy feeling like Miranda just ripped through her. Miranda looked back at Andy with apologetic eyes.
“She’s going to have dinner with me, she’s mommy’s friend.” When Miranda turned back to her twins, Andy grinned. Caroline shrugged and Cassidy looked back and forth from Miranda to Andy as a knowing smile erupted on her face.
“When is Daddy coming?” Caroline checked her watch.
“He should be here soon.” Miranda reached out and brushed back strawberry blond hair and tucked it behind Cassidy’s ear. “You have everything packed? You have to make sure you have all your school books and your homework assignments.” Caroline patted the bags at the base of the stairs.
“Got everything, Mom.” With a reassured smile, Miranda reached out and hugged her daughters tightly. A horn sounded loudly outside and the girls scurried to put their bags on. “See ya, Mommy.” Miranda sighed softly, barely audible, but Andy heard it.
“Bye Mom!” Miranda leaned over and kissed her daughters on their precious, pink, rose bud lips.
“Bye darlings… behave.” Miranda watched her girls run out the door and drive off. “I’ll never get used to them going.” She turned to Andy. “Just you and me, then” Miranda reached out and tugged on Andy’s jacket. “Let’s go. I’ve changed my mind about what I want to eat.” With a chuckle, Andy followed Miranda out the door. Driving down the street in a convertible Porsche with Miranda Priestly as the driver is quite scary. The car doesn’t feel very safe, and Miranda has road rage. “No wonder she doesn’t drive during the day; traffic would be her reason for murder,” Andy thought with a chuckle. “What are you laughing at?” Miranda glanced at her then kept her eyes on the road a head of her.
“You have a terrible temper.” Miranda smiled and rolled her eyes.
“At least I’m not shouting obscenities outside my car window.” Andy giggled at the thought.
“No, but honking your horn for three full seconds is just as bad.” Miranda snorted and pulled into a McDonalds drive through. Andy took one look at where they were and submitted into a fit of hysterics. Miranda stared at her with a smile plastered to her face.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Andy tried to speak, but only made it worse for herself. “What?” Miranda was now chuckling softly; Andy’s laughing was infectious.
“This…” Andy took a deep breath. “Is what you wanted to eat?” Miranda raised an eyebrow as she pulled up to take her order.
“Hi, welcome to Mc-“ Miranda immediately cut her off.
“I’ll have a number one with a medium coke.” Miranda turned to Andy and tapped her on the thigh. “What do you want?” Andy tried to stifle a chuckle.
“Same.” With that, Andy burst into hysterics once more.
“Two number ones with two medium cokes.” Miranda waited impatiently for the server to repeat the order to her.
“Ok, that’ll b-“
“Bore someone else with your details.” Miranda drove to the next window receiving a gasp from the girl who stood there.
“You’re Miranda Priestly!” Miranda rolled her eyes in annoyance with both Andy who wouldn’t shut up and the girl who seemed to want to kiss Miranda rather than do her job and serve her food. Miranda handed the shivering girl her debit card.
“Make it quick.” The girl, if anything, took more time trying to hurry up. She dropped the card twice, once outside the window making Miranda get out and get it herself. “We will see if I ever come here again. I will call your manager and report you.” Miranda’s empty threats left Andy shaking with silent laughter. Miranda drove to the next window and snatched the bag away from the skinny boy standing there. Andy sunk in her seat, not being able to control her laughter. Miranda took the drinks from the boy and sped off. Glancing at Andrea put her in a good mood all over again.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Andy had to gasp for air.
“Did you memorize the menu?” Andy began to shake uncontrollably, again. Miranda tried so hard to purse her lips seriously but an awkward yet cute smirk came of it.
“I just know what I like.” Andy inhaled deeply and sighed.
“Apparently you like Big Macs.” Andy laughed again bringing Miranda along with her. When they pulled up to the house, both women’s spirits where high and their eyes shone with unshed tears of laughter. Miranda led them into the living room where the fire was crackling and the room was comfortable. Miranda dropped off the food and drinks on the coffee table.
“I’ll be right back.” Miranda left Andy to look around, but instead of sticking her nose into everything she settled down on the floor and watched the fire. Miranda returned with two plates and utensils. Andy pointed at the utensils.
“What are those for?” Miranda chose to set them up before answering.
“For eating.” Miranda was always sarcastic, queen of sarcasm in fact. Andy mocked Miranda while the woman in question gracefully swooped down on the floor. Miranda cut her burger into quarters and stabbed a fork into one of the quarters.
“What do you think you are doing?!” Miranda looked up in shock. Andy reached over, grabbed one of Miranda’s quarters and put it right in front of the older woman’s lips. Miranda rolled her eyes and sighed. When she realized Andy would not back down, she delicately took hold of Andy’s wrist and took a small bite. Her bottom lip accidentally brushed against Andy’s thumb. “Thank you! That’s how you eat a burger.” Miranda smirked and licked her lips.
“Really? I wasn’t aware…” Andy took a bite of her big Mac and some of the special sauce smeared on the corner of her mouth. Miranda smiled warmly as she reached over and wiped, gently, at Andy’s mouth. Without thinking, Andy leaned in to Miranda’s touch. When Miranda pulled away, it caught Andy’s attention. They sat in silence, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Andy felt a warmth spread over her as her heart raced. Miranda felt panicked, but not in the bad way one would expect. At that moment, Miranda’s cell phone rang. Frantic, Miranda searched her person for her phone.
“Hello girls.” Miranda got up and began walking around while talking to her daughters. “Well, alright, if you’re tucked in.” Miranda began to sing “Super Trouper” for Caroline and Cassidy while Andy listened in. When the call was ended, Andy and Miranda finished their meals, neither mentioning what happened or what nearly happened. And when they said their goodbyes, Miranda dared to lean in and kiss Andy on the cheek. With a whispered “bye” they parted until the next day of work together.