17th Floor, Going Down
Title: "17th Floor, Going Down"
Author: worst_liar_ever
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: R - i don't seem to be able to write anything but recently! i blame you all!
A/N: Andy never left in Paris. Therefore Established relationship.
A/NN: I was in the lift today, this was what came to my mind when i heard "going down" - *sigh* i have a dirty mind.
A/NNN: I have recently discovered this fandom (i know, slow huh!) now i am totally obsessed with it.
A/NNNN: Do American's say elevator or lift? Who knows, its Lift in Australia.
Andy sat at her desk absentmindedly tapping her Jimmy Choo’s on the parquet floor.
Emily eyed the brunette. She would not admit it aloud but she was looking better than good recently. God how did that Pygmalion do it? She knew it was more than the outfit she seemed to glow. She snorted, I am going crazy, she does not have a life, how can she be glowing?
Miranda could hear Andy tapping her shoes on the floor; she knew why. A smile ghosted across her lips. Sometimes she loved to make her wait, today was one of those days. The older woman returned her attention to the page in front of her, a white lock dropping elegantly onto her forehead.
She loves this. I shouldn’t be so surprised, she loves power. Andy was becoming more impatient by the minute. They were supposed to be at home by now. Of course as far as the rest of the office was concerned, she was supposed to be off running errands while Miranda went home to ready herself for her dinner with Vera Wang. They didn’t need to know what they actually had planned.
Andy felt a surge of electricity shoot through her stomach at the thought. She glanced at the toolbar on her screen. They were loosing precious minutes and she wanted as much time as she could get with her lover.
A noise from inside the office tore Andy out of her daydream.
“Emily, confirm my lunch with Donatella tomorrow and get the twins a DSi each. Oh, and please watch that damnable cast! I do not want the floors around here scrapped to high heaven. That is all.” In a flash, the white hair streaked toward the elevator.
Andy quickly stepped in behind her lover. Her impatience should have subsided but it was getting worse. She had lost 30 minutes of alone time with Miranda and she wanted it back.
“I will have to stop at James’ on the way; he has something he just has to show me now. I hope it is better than the last atrocity that he dared show me.” Andy knew she was talking about James Holt, but she didn’t care about that.
Were stopping? The words hammered in her brain. They were going to lose even more time. The brunette became more and more incensed. Their time together was short as it was. It compromised stolen moments here and there. The twins did not know about them yet so she could not spend the night at Miranda’s townhouse very often. She had to slip out very early when she did.
The elevator dinged its arrival and the doors opened. Miranda stepped in and her lips hinted at a smile as Andy wordlessly entered it after her. The editor knew that her lover was fuming and the prospect excited her.
Andy did not know what to do; she heard her watch ticking away as the doors of the elevator closed. Her visions of their afternoon together slowly fading.
Going Down. The automated voice announced their destination to the lifts occupants.
It hit her, just like that. She knew how she was going to get her time back, and she was going to enjoy it.
Miranda felt the shift and it was palpable. She turned to face Andy and saw the predatory gaze. It sent shivers down her spine.
“Andrea?” The word dripped like honey. Andy wanted to taste it all.
“Don’t mind if I do!” The brunette pressed the ‘stop’ button and the lift came to a halt.
Before Miranda could form another word, Andy was on her. Her hot mouth pressed against her own as long lithe hands ran down her sides to grip forcefully at her ass.
Miranda bucked in response, Andy always managed to do things to her no other ever managed. A low guttural moan escaped her lips as Andy’s tongue massaged its way around her mouth.
Their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace as Andy backed her lover against the wall. Their mouths separated and Miranda opened her eyes to see her lover’s eyes, half-lidded with desire burning furiously in front of her. Her breath hitched at the sight.
Her head slammed back against the wall as Andy ran her hands up luscious thighs. Her mouth latched onto the smooth alabaster neck that was now exposed to her.
She could not take it any longer. If they had the time, they could have the afternoon she planned, the one she had been dreaming of. She had to make the most of this.
Strong hands pushed up the grey skirt that kept the editor’s delectable form hidden. Andy smirked against her lovers shoulder at the whimper that escaped her lips.
This will teach her for making me wait.
Icy Blue eyes snapped open at the loss of contact as Andy separated their forms. She pressed her hand on the wall next to Miranda’s face and leaned in close, their mouth millimetres apart.
“You have been making me wait all afternoon.” She could see the blaze of understanding in the editor’s eyes.
“Andrea, whatever do you mean?” The amusement was apparent in the older woman’s tone.
It was also the last coherent thought she could manage. Before she could register what happened, Andy was on her knees in front of her. She alternated between soft kisses and light bites on the inside of the smooth thighs in front of her.
Miranda’s hips bucked, her eyes snapping shut at the sensation. She felt strong hands pull down her panties, then grasp around her knees, and forcefully separate them. She was exposed and she did not care.
A moan escaped the older woman’s lips at the feeling of warm breath on her exposed flesh. She longed for Andy to touch her.
Andy watched her lover’s face, enthralled. Her tongue darted out for that first taste that always had her wanting more. She didn’t know whose moan it was, but it echoed in the small space.
“Andrea please” She smirked to herself as she ran her tongue up the length of her lover’s slit. She was amazed at how little she had to do to get Miranda to beg. She was so controlling and powerful to the rest of the world. Little did they realise what lay beneath. Miranda threw herself into their sex life with reckless abandon. It was a common occurrence to have the woman writhing and moaning under Andy’s touch. It was a side of her that she had all to herself, and she was not going to share it.
Miranda’s hips started to grind in unison with her lover’s movements. The tightness in her stomach started to grow as her lover brought her to the edge.
Andy wanted more, she had been waiting all afternoon, she needed to hear Miranda scream. She ran her left hand down a strong leg and lifted it over her shoulder opening her lover to her.
A gasp filled the space as Miranda felt herself open wider giving her Andy more access. It wasn’t enough, she needed more and she knew Andy felt it too.
“More, Andrea please.”
God she loved it when she begged. The brunette lifted the other leg onto her shoulder, taking her lover’s weight. Her tongue traced her lovers slit, pressing hard against her clit as she passed it, and dipped into her lovers core.
“Ugh…oh god yes!” Miranda’s hips started to buck in time with her lover’s movements. She gasped at the feel of Andy’s nose rubbing against her clit as the moved together. She desperately needed to ground herself; she searched in vain for something to hold onto. Her hand finally came to rest on the silken locks she adored to twirl between her fingers. This only served to increase the glorious pressure that was building in her gut.
Andy felt her lover’s ankles lock together behind her back holding her in place. She smirked, there was no way she was going anywhere.
Her head was thrown back against the wall, her mouth agape, that one white lock fluttering back and forth on her brow. She wanted it to last longer, but it was futile, there was no way she could hold it back.
A soft whimpering noise filled the room as Miranda reached the precipice. Andy knew she was desperately holding on, trying to prolong the bliss. Usually she would let her, hold her there, but not today, they didn’t have time. People would start to wonder why the lift was stuck. The brunette vowed to herself to finish this properly when they got home.
Andy raked her hand up her lovers form to grasp a full breast in her hand. The woman above her couldn’t take anymore and began to shudder her release. She stifled a scream, biting into her lip.
Their movements finally slowed as Andy rubbed soothing circles across Miranda’s thighs. Blue eyes finally opened and looked down at a wide toothy grin.
“Whatever possessed you Andrea?” Her breath was still ragged from their encounter.
“The lift said ‘Going Down’; I thought it was a good idea.” She chuckled at the look Miranda shot her.
They busied themselves with straightening up, realising the lift had stopped for some time.
The lift doors opened slowly and the editor tore through them, scarf flapping behind her as her heels clacked on the marble floor.
Nigel stood in the foyer, watching incredulous to the fact that the lift had been stuck.
“Why are you all standing here gawping? Is there not one of you here who could have gotten me out!” The older woman stormed toward the exit. “Andrea, Come!”
Nigel shot a sympathetic look toward Andy, obviously worried at how Miranda’s mood would affect her.
Andy tried her best to look forlorn. It was a difficult task given that the events in the lift kept playing in her head.
-Fin-
Author: worst_liar_ever
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: R - i don't seem to be able to write anything but recently! i blame you all!
A/N: Andy never left in Paris. Therefore Established relationship.
A/NN: I was in the lift today, this was what came to my mind when i heard "going down" - *sigh* i have a dirty mind.
A/NNN: I have recently discovered this fandom (i know, slow huh!) now i am totally obsessed with it.
A/NNNN: Do American's say elevator or lift? Who knows, its Lift in Australia.
Andy sat at her desk absentmindedly tapping her Jimmy Choo’s on the parquet floor.
Emily eyed the brunette. She would not admit it aloud but she was looking better than good recently. God how did that Pygmalion do it? She knew it was more than the outfit she seemed to glow. She snorted, I am going crazy, she does not have a life, how can she be glowing?
Miranda could hear Andy tapping her shoes on the floor; she knew why. A smile ghosted across her lips. Sometimes she loved to make her wait, today was one of those days. The older woman returned her attention to the page in front of her, a white lock dropping elegantly onto her forehead.
She loves this. I shouldn’t be so surprised, she loves power. Andy was becoming more impatient by the minute. They were supposed to be at home by now. Of course as far as the rest of the office was concerned, she was supposed to be off running errands while Miranda went home to ready herself for her dinner with Vera Wang. They didn’t need to know what they actually had planned.
Andy felt a surge of electricity shoot through her stomach at the thought. She glanced at the toolbar on her screen. They were loosing precious minutes and she wanted as much time as she could get with her lover.
A noise from inside the office tore Andy out of her daydream.
“Emily, confirm my lunch with Donatella tomorrow and get the twins a DSi each. Oh, and please watch that damnable cast! I do not want the floors around here scrapped to high heaven. That is all.” In a flash, the white hair streaked toward the elevator.
Andy quickly stepped in behind her lover. Her impatience should have subsided but it was getting worse. She had lost 30 minutes of alone time with Miranda and she wanted it back.
“I will have to stop at James’ on the way; he has something he just has to show me now. I hope it is better than the last atrocity that he dared show me.” Andy knew she was talking about James Holt, but she didn’t care about that.
Were stopping? The words hammered in her brain. They were going to lose even more time. The brunette became more and more incensed. Their time together was short as it was. It compromised stolen moments here and there. The twins did not know about them yet so she could not spend the night at Miranda’s townhouse very often. She had to slip out very early when she did.
The elevator dinged its arrival and the doors opened. Miranda stepped in and her lips hinted at a smile as Andy wordlessly entered it after her. The editor knew that her lover was fuming and the prospect excited her.
Andy did not know what to do; she heard her watch ticking away as the doors of the elevator closed. Her visions of their afternoon together slowly fading.
Going Down. The automated voice announced their destination to the lifts occupants.
It hit her, just like that. She knew how she was going to get her time back, and she was going to enjoy it.
Miranda felt the shift and it was palpable. She turned to face Andy and saw the predatory gaze. It sent shivers down her spine.
“Andrea?” The word dripped like honey. Andy wanted to taste it all.
“Don’t mind if I do!” The brunette pressed the ‘stop’ button and the lift came to a halt.
Before Miranda could form another word, Andy was on her. Her hot mouth pressed against her own as long lithe hands ran down her sides to grip forcefully at her ass.
Miranda bucked in response, Andy always managed to do things to her no other ever managed. A low guttural moan escaped her lips as Andy’s tongue massaged its way around her mouth.
Their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace as Andy backed her lover against the wall. Their mouths separated and Miranda opened her eyes to see her lover’s eyes, half-lidded with desire burning furiously in front of her. Her breath hitched at the sight.
Her head slammed back against the wall as Andy ran her hands up luscious thighs. Her mouth latched onto the smooth alabaster neck that was now exposed to her.
She could not take it any longer. If they had the time, they could have the afternoon she planned, the one she had been dreaming of. She had to make the most of this.
Strong hands pushed up the grey skirt that kept the editor’s delectable form hidden. Andy smirked against her lovers shoulder at the whimper that escaped her lips.
This will teach her for making me wait.
Icy Blue eyes snapped open at the loss of contact as Andy separated their forms. She pressed her hand on the wall next to Miranda’s face and leaned in close, their mouth millimetres apart.
“You have been making me wait all afternoon.” She could see the blaze of understanding in the editor’s eyes.
“Andrea, whatever do you mean?” The amusement was apparent in the older woman’s tone.
It was also the last coherent thought she could manage. Before she could register what happened, Andy was on her knees in front of her. She alternated between soft kisses and light bites on the inside of the smooth thighs in front of her.
Miranda’s hips bucked, her eyes snapping shut at the sensation. She felt strong hands pull down her panties, then grasp around her knees, and forcefully separate them. She was exposed and she did not care.
A moan escaped the older woman’s lips at the feeling of warm breath on her exposed flesh. She longed for Andy to touch her.
Andy watched her lover’s face, enthralled. Her tongue darted out for that first taste that always had her wanting more. She didn’t know whose moan it was, but it echoed in the small space.
“Andrea please” She smirked to herself as she ran her tongue up the length of her lover’s slit. She was amazed at how little she had to do to get Miranda to beg. She was so controlling and powerful to the rest of the world. Little did they realise what lay beneath. Miranda threw herself into their sex life with reckless abandon. It was a common occurrence to have the woman writhing and moaning under Andy’s touch. It was a side of her that she had all to herself, and she was not going to share it.
Miranda’s hips started to grind in unison with her lover’s movements. The tightness in her stomach started to grow as her lover brought her to the edge.
Andy wanted more, she had been waiting all afternoon, she needed to hear Miranda scream. She ran her left hand down a strong leg and lifted it over her shoulder opening her lover to her.
A gasp filled the space as Miranda felt herself open wider giving her Andy more access. It wasn’t enough, she needed more and she knew Andy felt it too.
“More, Andrea please.”
God she loved it when she begged. The brunette lifted the other leg onto her shoulder, taking her lover’s weight. Her tongue traced her lovers slit, pressing hard against her clit as she passed it, and dipped into her lovers core.
“Ugh…oh god yes!” Miranda’s hips started to buck in time with her lover’s movements. She gasped at the feel of Andy’s nose rubbing against her clit as the moved together. She desperately needed to ground herself; she searched in vain for something to hold onto. Her hand finally came to rest on the silken locks she adored to twirl between her fingers. This only served to increase the glorious pressure that was building in her gut.
Andy felt her lover’s ankles lock together behind her back holding her in place. She smirked, there was no way she was going anywhere.
Her head was thrown back against the wall, her mouth agape, that one white lock fluttering back and forth on her brow. She wanted it to last longer, but it was futile, there was no way she could hold it back.
A soft whimpering noise filled the room as Miranda reached the precipice. Andy knew she was desperately holding on, trying to prolong the bliss. Usually she would let her, hold her there, but not today, they didn’t have time. People would start to wonder why the lift was stuck. The brunette vowed to herself to finish this properly when they got home.
Andy raked her hand up her lovers form to grasp a full breast in her hand. The woman above her couldn’t take anymore and began to shudder her release. She stifled a scream, biting into her lip.
Their movements finally slowed as Andy rubbed soothing circles across Miranda’s thighs. Blue eyes finally opened and looked down at a wide toothy grin.
“Whatever possessed you Andrea?” Her breath was still ragged from their encounter.
“The lift said ‘Going Down’; I thought it was a good idea.” She chuckled at the look Miranda shot her.
They busied themselves with straightening up, realising the lift had stopped for some time.
The lift doors opened slowly and the editor tore through them, scarf flapping behind her as her heels clacked on the marble floor.
Nigel stood in the foyer, watching incredulous to the fact that the lift had been stuck.
“Why are you all standing here gawping? Is there not one of you here who could have gotten me out!” The older woman stormed toward the exit. “Andrea, Come!”
Nigel shot a sympathetic look toward Andy, obviously worried at how Miranda’s mood would affect her.
Andy tried her best to look forlorn. It was a difficult task given that the events in the lift kept playing in her head.
-Fin-