Like You Do (5 / ?)
Title: Like You Do (5/ ?)
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Eventual Miranda/Andy
Rating: I don't know, there's swearing. T for now.
A/N: Apologies for the short chapter length and the delay in posting it, but I'm working on another chapter to be posted very soon. Un-beta'd, as per. I also finally managed to get It's Complicated on DVD, and I've been watching that a lot, which didn't help the delay in writing this.
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Andy was once again sat waiting for the book, counting the hours until Nigel picked her up for drinks. Emily had told her Nigel had a new beau, and the whole 'N' thing he signed off his emails with, came from him- Gavin I think he was called. A model scout, she was surprised to learn this as she and Emily had a wager on when Nigel and James would get together. Andy spun on her chair. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about what Miranda would say. Quite inappropriate Andrea. The familiar voice spoke to her, it usually did in the 'what would Miranda say?' moments. These happened often, she found herself thinking about her boss more times than she'd care to admit, at least Miranda acknowledged her presence which was something.Eric walked through the glass doors of the Runway offices, his reddish hair stood out against the black jumper and trousers he wore. "Hey, here you go." he handed her the book and leant with one hand on her desk. "When are we getting it on then, Lovely?"
"Not for a long, long time, Eric." he wiggled his eyebrows which made Andy laughed. He tried it every time he brought the book.
"Your lucky I know your joking, because I'm not sure your boyfriend would like to hear what you've been up to." Andy picked up the book and her bags, then headed out the way Eric came in and left him stood at her desk.
"I'll win you over yet, Sachs." You have no idea, Eric.
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The last streaks of sun coming through the curtains had long faded, and the sky had darkened significantly. Miranda sat in the leather chair at her desk unable to concentrate. She'd left the office earlier than usual, and since then she'd walked around the empty house so many times she'd lost count. Miranda doesn't get nervous. Ever. But there was something about that girl that played on her mind. Miranda glanced at the clock, that clock has had more attention tonight than her work has. She had lit the candles only 10 minutes prior, the Dom Perignon was firmly settled in it's bucket of ice and two glasses stood nearby. Miranda hadn't changed in the end, she didn't want to over do it, scaring Andrea was the last thing she wanted to do.
"10 o'clock." She said aloud to nobody in particular, there was nobody to hear her. She sank back into the leather couch. The girls hadn't complained at being packed off for the night, they saw it as another opportunity to torment Richard's new wife, Kimberly, at their house party. She looked fresh out of High School, fake boobs, fake hair, fake nails, fake everything really. Miranda smiled as she remembered the girls ringing her up late one night from their Father's house, they were panicking because their dad had gone 'postal' in their words. They'd put exploding bangers in Kimberly's cigarettes and which had nearly set fire to the table cloth when she lit it. Miranda had to bite her lip to stop herself laughing at the memory. Richard was fuming when he brought the girls home a day early. Miranda never learned where the girls got hold of those in the first place, Richard had demanded she ground the girls, like a responsible mother she only agreed, only to take it back the minute the door was shut.
Speaking of doors shutting, the sound of her front door brought her firmly back to reality. Miranda jumped up and peered into the hallway, she could hear the lock being turned from the outside, the Book was situated on the table with the flowers. Miranda rushed to the hall window and observed Andrea waiting outside her house. What is she waiting for? A silver car then pulled up and a man got out, he was tall with a mass of dark curls and tanned skin, about thirty five Miranda guessed. He looked very familiar, he took her hand and kissed it, he then led her into the back seat of the car with his hand on her waist. Miranda's hands had balled up into fists and her whole body was shaking. Her stomach dropped and the car sped away. Miranda was left standing at the window looking out into the empty street.
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Eventual Miranda/Andy
Rating: I don't know, there's swearing. T for now.
A/N: Apologies for the short chapter length and the delay in posting it, but I'm working on another chapter to be posted very soon. Un-beta'd, as per. I also finally managed to get It's Complicated on DVD, and I've been watching that a lot, which didn't help the delay in writing this.
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Andy was once again sat waiting for the book, counting the hours until Nigel picked her up for drinks. Emily had told her Nigel had a new beau, and the whole 'N' thing he signed off his emails with, came from him- Gavin I think he was called. A model scout, she was surprised to learn this as she and Emily had a wager on when Nigel and James would get together. Andy spun on her chair. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about what Miranda would say. Quite inappropriate Andrea. The familiar voice spoke to her, it usually did in the 'what would Miranda say?' moments. These happened often, she found herself thinking about her boss more times than she'd care to admit, at least Miranda acknowledged her presence which was something.Eric walked through the glass doors of the Runway offices, his reddish hair stood out against the black jumper and trousers he wore. "Hey, here you go." he handed her the book and leant with one hand on her desk. "When are we getting it on then, Lovely?"
"Not for a long, long time, Eric." he wiggled his eyebrows which made Andy laughed. He tried it every time he brought the book.
"Your lucky I know your joking, because I'm not sure your boyfriend would like to hear what you've been up to." Andy picked up the book and her bags, then headed out the way Eric came in and left him stood at her desk.
"I'll win you over yet, Sachs." You have no idea, Eric.
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The last streaks of sun coming through the curtains had long faded, and the sky had darkened significantly. Miranda sat in the leather chair at her desk unable to concentrate. She'd left the office earlier than usual, and since then she'd walked around the empty house so many times she'd lost count. Miranda doesn't get nervous. Ever. But there was something about that girl that played on her mind. Miranda glanced at the clock, that clock has had more attention tonight than her work has. She had lit the candles only 10 minutes prior, the Dom Perignon was firmly settled in it's bucket of ice and two glasses stood nearby. Miranda hadn't changed in the end, she didn't want to over do it, scaring Andrea was the last thing she wanted to do.
"10 o'clock." She said aloud to nobody in particular, there was nobody to hear her. She sank back into the leather couch. The girls hadn't complained at being packed off for the night, they saw it as another opportunity to torment Richard's new wife, Kimberly, at their house party. She looked fresh out of High School, fake boobs, fake hair, fake nails, fake everything really. Miranda smiled as she remembered the girls ringing her up late one night from their Father's house, they were panicking because their dad had gone 'postal' in their words. They'd put exploding bangers in Kimberly's cigarettes and which had nearly set fire to the table cloth when she lit it. Miranda had to bite her lip to stop herself laughing at the memory. Richard was fuming when he brought the girls home a day early. Miranda never learned where the girls got hold of those in the first place, Richard had demanded she ground the girls, like a responsible mother she only agreed, only to take it back the minute the door was shut.
Speaking of doors shutting, the sound of her front door brought her firmly back to reality. Miranda jumped up and peered into the hallway, she could hear the lock being turned from the outside, the Book was situated on the table with the flowers. Miranda rushed to the hall window and observed Andrea waiting outside her house. What is she waiting for? A silver car then pulled up and a man got out, he was tall with a mass of dark curls and tanned skin, about thirty five Miranda guessed. He looked very familiar, he took her hand and kissed it, he then led her into the back seat of the car with his hand on her waist. Miranda's hands had balled up into fists and her whole body was shaking. Her stomach dropped and the car sped away. Miranda was left standing at the window looking out into the empty street.