What I Have Been Thru Part 3 and 4
Title:What I have been through...
Author(s): Whitelder
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Archive: Ralst if she wants it, others please ask.
Notes: Confronting. This is just a bloody long tidbit, a teaser, it does continue.
Taking her hand away from Andrea she caught the slight shiver that wracked Andrea’s body and the slight dilation of her pupils. Even if there was no breast tissue there, the sensitive tissue still was and the look on Andrea’s face sent Miranda’s libido to a new level.
Shaking her head and forestalling Andrea’s words that had turned into rambling Miranda said in a gentler, un Miranda like tone “Put the dress on Andrea and model it for me, you may no longer have the assets to fill this dress but as you so eloquently put it, it is not a problem in the slightest for you.”
So Andrea did, pulling the dress over her frame and modeling it for Miranda, no longer self conscious about her lack of breasts. As she turned and spun to Miranda’s directions she realised that there was a look on Miranda’s face that she had never seen before, a look of compassion and the slightest hint of barely contained lust.
Miranda asked her to stop and remove the dress, content as to what she saw while making Andrea dizzy with the twisting and turning. “You may get dressed again now Andrea” Miranda said and so Andrea did, no longer self conscious that her boss was seeing her half naked, taking off the dress and hanging it on the rack before putting her own dress on again she waited for Miranda’s next command. “Andrea, take that dress back down to the closet and come back in here, do not move at a glacial pace like you did when you first got this dress from my closet, I want to leave on time tonight”
Andrea removed the dress from the rack where she had placed it moments before and opened Miranda’s door, walking out she caught Emily’s weird and exasperated look and just smiled sheepishly at her.
Andrea used the elevator this time to get down to the closet and put the dress on the rack to be put away. Catching the elevator back up again she stood in Miranda’s office and waited, Miranda was giving orders to Emily stating in her clipped tone that Emily was to cancel all appointments for the rest of the afternoon and to go home, leaving Andrea in charge for the rest of the night and delivering the book. Emily’s quick look of relief did not go unnoticed to Miranda but the only comment she made was a raised eyebrow. Unbeknown to everyone at Runway, Emily had a date tonight with a tall tanned ex supermodel from the graphics department named Serena.
Serena had once been working above Emily as Miranda’s first assistant but had done her tenure as first assistant and was deemed ready for greater responsibility. Emily had, had a crush on her since she first started at Runway and on Serena’s last day they finally realised what had developed between them and decided to act upon it, now that they could. This was Emily and Serena’s 12th date, their 6th official one and Emily had waited long enough to see the Brazilian goddess writhing underneath her, Emily had a lot to plan so the early night off was a blessing in disguise.
Miranda did know about Emily and Serena however, but ever the businesswoman she kept that trump card up her sleeve as leverage for a later date.
Andrea stood to attention, waiting for Miranda to give her, her instructions for the afternoon and evening. Miranda dismissed Emily with a wave of her hand and turned to Andrea. Looking over the top of her reading glasses she said “Ah I see you took my instructions to heart and didn’t take your time dropping that dress off, you are dismissed for now, go about your business and ensure that the book is delivered promptly tonight, That’s all”.
Miranda turned back to her computer, completely ignoring Andrea who turned on her heels and started to head back to her desk, feeling a little upset at the curt tone Miranda had used. Before she reached her desk she heard Miranda say “Andrea, shut the door,” So she did and then proceeded to sit herself down in her chair behind her desk and get on with the job of arranging Miranda Priestly.
Meanwhile, Miranda was on the internet, fingers dancing over her laptop looking up information on a double Mastectomy’s in an attempt to find out everything she could about the operation that Andrea had had no choice but to undergo.
They both where so engrossed in their individual tasks that neither of them were watching the time. Miranda, realizing that the reading light was getting dimmer, looked up from the computer at the clock on her wall; it has just gone 7pm. She shut her computer down, rising from the desk before walking out of the office. Andrea was dozing slightly in her chair but came instantly awake when Miranda entered. “Coat, bag,” Miranda ordered and Andrea was quick to comply. Placing Miranda’s coat on, the young assistant accidently brushed a long fingered hand softly against Miranda’s shoulder. Andrea heard the slightest intake of breath and eyes zeroing in on a shiver that bristled up Miranda’s spine. But Andrea chose to ignore it, her hand flying out to give Miranda her clutch, watching as the older woman walked out the office and into the waiting elevator. A small smile flicking onto her lips as everyone hurried out, emptying for the editor because, as everybody knows, no one rides in an elevator with Miranda Priestly.
As the last ding and closing of the elevator doors subsided in the quiet hallways of Runway it all came crashing down on Andrea. She had just been touched, caressed even, by Miranda and, like no one ever before, Miranda had gotten her to bare her soul about her ordeal at the hands of a surgeon who had no choice.
Tears gently began to fall but Andrea angrily wiped them away. She had not cried since she had woken up from the surgery to find herself without breasts. It had taken her many months to recuperate from the chemotherapy that they tried to use on her, her hair had fallen out and she had had to purchase a wig to wear untill her hair had grown back, and grow back it eventually did, much darker then before.
Author(s): Whitelder
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Archive: Ralst if she wants it, others please ask.
Notes: Confronting. This is just a bloody long tidbit, a teaser, it does continue.
Taking her hand away from Andrea she caught the slight shiver that wracked Andrea’s body and the slight dilation of her pupils. Even if there was no breast tissue there, the sensitive tissue still was and the look on Andrea’s face sent Miranda’s libido to a new level.
Shaking her head and forestalling Andrea’s words that had turned into rambling Miranda said in a gentler, un Miranda like tone “Put the dress on Andrea and model it for me, you may no longer have the assets to fill this dress but as you so eloquently put it, it is not a problem in the slightest for you.”
So Andrea did, pulling the dress over her frame and modeling it for Miranda, no longer self conscious about her lack of breasts. As she turned and spun to Miranda’s directions she realised that there was a look on Miranda’s face that she had never seen before, a look of compassion and the slightest hint of barely contained lust.
Miranda asked her to stop and remove the dress, content as to what she saw while making Andrea dizzy with the twisting and turning. “You may get dressed again now Andrea” Miranda said and so Andrea did, no longer self conscious that her boss was seeing her half naked, taking off the dress and hanging it on the rack before putting her own dress on again she waited for Miranda’s next command. “Andrea, take that dress back down to the closet and come back in here, do not move at a glacial pace like you did when you first got this dress from my closet, I want to leave on time tonight”
Andrea removed the dress from the rack where she had placed it moments before and opened Miranda’s door, walking out she caught Emily’s weird and exasperated look and just smiled sheepishly at her.
Andrea used the elevator this time to get down to the closet and put the dress on the rack to be put away. Catching the elevator back up again she stood in Miranda’s office and waited, Miranda was giving orders to Emily stating in her clipped tone that Emily was to cancel all appointments for the rest of the afternoon and to go home, leaving Andrea in charge for the rest of the night and delivering the book. Emily’s quick look of relief did not go unnoticed to Miranda but the only comment she made was a raised eyebrow. Unbeknown to everyone at Runway, Emily had a date tonight with a tall tanned ex supermodel from the graphics department named Serena.
Serena had once been working above Emily as Miranda’s first assistant but had done her tenure as first assistant and was deemed ready for greater responsibility. Emily had, had a crush on her since she first started at Runway and on Serena’s last day they finally realised what had developed between them and decided to act upon it, now that they could. This was Emily and Serena’s 12th date, their 6th official one and Emily had waited long enough to see the Brazilian goddess writhing underneath her, Emily had a lot to plan so the early night off was a blessing in disguise.
Miranda did know about Emily and Serena however, but ever the businesswoman she kept that trump card up her sleeve as leverage for a later date.
Andrea stood to attention, waiting for Miranda to give her, her instructions for the afternoon and evening. Miranda dismissed Emily with a wave of her hand and turned to Andrea. Looking over the top of her reading glasses she said “Ah I see you took my instructions to heart and didn’t take your time dropping that dress off, you are dismissed for now, go about your business and ensure that the book is delivered promptly tonight, That’s all”.
Miranda turned back to her computer, completely ignoring Andrea who turned on her heels and started to head back to her desk, feeling a little upset at the curt tone Miranda had used. Before she reached her desk she heard Miranda say “Andrea, shut the door,” So she did and then proceeded to sit herself down in her chair behind her desk and get on with the job of arranging Miranda Priestly.
Meanwhile, Miranda was on the internet, fingers dancing over her laptop looking up information on a double Mastectomy’s in an attempt to find out everything she could about the operation that Andrea had had no choice but to undergo.
They both where so engrossed in their individual tasks that neither of them were watching the time. Miranda, realizing that the reading light was getting dimmer, looked up from the computer at the clock on her wall; it has just gone 7pm. She shut her computer down, rising from the desk before walking out of the office. Andrea was dozing slightly in her chair but came instantly awake when Miranda entered. “Coat, bag,” Miranda ordered and Andrea was quick to comply. Placing Miranda’s coat on, the young assistant accidently brushed a long fingered hand softly against Miranda’s shoulder. Andrea heard the slightest intake of breath and eyes zeroing in on a shiver that bristled up Miranda’s spine. But Andrea chose to ignore it, her hand flying out to give Miranda her clutch, watching as the older woman walked out the office and into the waiting elevator. A small smile flicking onto her lips as everyone hurried out, emptying for the editor because, as everybody knows, no one rides in an elevator with Miranda Priestly.
As the last ding and closing of the elevator doors subsided in the quiet hallways of Runway it all came crashing down on Andrea. She had just been touched, caressed even, by Miranda and, like no one ever before, Miranda had gotten her to bare her soul about her ordeal at the hands of a surgeon who had no choice.
Tears gently began to fall but Andrea angrily wiped them away. She had not cried since she had woken up from the surgery to find herself without breasts. It had taken her many months to recuperate from the chemotherapy that they tried to use on her, her hair had fallen out and she had had to purchase a wig to wear untill her hair had grown back, and grow back it eventually did, much darker then before.