Thank You Irv Ravitz 6/?
Title: Thank You Irv Ravitz
Rating: NC 17 - :p
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Summary: Andy overhears something very interesting. Now she needs to put it to good use.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over the characters contained herein.
A/N: Thanks to calliopedawn for being a great Beta!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Going into work on a Saturday was a chore, no matter how much she loved her job. This Saturday was going to be one of the more interesting on record. Andy had spent the previous evening schmoozing with Irv, Preston and their circle of insipid friends. She could not remember having a worse time. It was all worth it as she had gotten the information she needed. Now all she needed to do was work out a way to counteract their plans.
The brunette had been sitting at her computer, muttering to herself as usual. Peter who usually watched her in bemusement decided to break from tradition and interrupt her murmurs.
“Who knew you were such a society girl.” Peter dropped a paper onto Andy’s keyboard.
The journalist felt a panic overtake her as she stared back at the image of herself and Irv Ravitz at the opening. She remembered the photographer; he had managed to catch them as Andy laughed at Irv’s lame attempt at humour. The photographer had said that he was taking pictures for the gallery owner. He must have decided to make some money off his endeavours.
“Oh my god!” Sweat was beginning to form on her brow and she was feeling a little sick.
Just as Peter was about to ask her about her reaction, Andy’s phone rang. Her head snapped in its direction and she stared at it as if it held the secrets to the universe.
“Emily’s calling” And with that Peter walked away. He could see Andy was clearly dealing with something and he only felt they were acquaintances. He didn’t want to get involved.
Oh Shit, oh shit, OH SHIT! Andy wanted to ignore the call; she wanted to throw her phone into a fountain or something like she did with her last one. She knew Miranda had seen the photo and she knew Emily was calling on her behalf. I am dead!
“Hello” Her voice cracked as she answered.
“What have you done!” Emily voiced was high pitched, this could only mean disaster. “Miranda saw that photo of you and Irv in the paper. She had me cancel her morning! You are being summoned to the townhouse!”
“The townhouse? Oh, man I am dead. What did she say? Is she angry?” Andy was beginning to worry now.
“You know bloody well that she didn’t say anything! She just got all quiet and has been staring at that picture for ages! She wants you at the townhouse in half an hour. She told me to accept no excuses!” The redhead was speaking so quickly her accent became thicker and thicker.
“What am I supposed to do?” Andy was biting her lip so hard it would be swollen.
“You bloody well go. Now! Get that arse of yours, probably clad in a hideous skirt, and get to that townhouse immediately!”
“Hey! It’s not hideous, it’s Donna Karan!” Andy sighed audibly. “Ok, ok, I am going.”
With that, Emily hung up. Andy would have been mad about it if she could spare a thought on anything other that Miranda’s reaction.
The only way that Andy could make it to the townhouse in half an hour was to take a cab. She cursed at the knowledge that she already had dwindling funds and this would leave her with nothing for the rest of the week.
The journalist was beginning to hyperventilate. She needed to calm down so she called Doug.
“Andy I know you are undeniably grateful that I saved you last night, but I am sleeping here!” Doug’s voice was muffled by his pillow.
“I am dead Dougie! Dead! You can have my furniture and my old issues of Runway. Don’t let my mother find all of my lingerie.” Andy was staring out of the cab window with her forehead pressed against the glass.
“What’s going on? Hey! Why don’t I get your shoes?”
“You wouldn’t fit into them! I am going to die and you are complaining about my bequest?” Andy wanted to laugh at her friends antics, but she didn’t have the strength.
“You are going to have a heart attack from all of the drama in your life recently.”
“Miranda saw a photo of Irv and I at the opening last night, she has ordered me to the townhouse. I am so dead.” She knew she sounded like a scared little child, but she couldn’t help it.
“Ok, let’s calm down. Could this be a good thing? - Wait! Before you answer that just listen! I know she is the Dragon Lady and all that, but you needed to tell her about this whole drama anyway. Now you have your chance.”
“I suppose, but she is going to think that I am plotting against her!” The taxi driver shot a glance at Andy in the rear-view mirror. He smirked at her pout.
“No Andy this is good! She could have left it and tried to take you down. Now you have a chance to explain! This is-- ”
“Oh god I am here!”
“Andy listen to me! Go in there are don’t let her intimidate you. Remember what you have done to save her. Remember Preston’s octopus hands.”
“Your right. But - just in case - if you don’t hear from me in a few hours - ”
“I know remove your lingerie before your mother sees it. How much do you have anyway?”
“Doug!” Andy shut her phone as she exited the taxi.
The journalist stood on the pavement looking up at the townhouse. She had spent months delivering the book to the house, but had never seen it during the day. Straightening her skirt, she steeled herself for the confrontation that was sure to ensue. She tried to remind herself that she had done nothing wrong. She had put herself on the line for Miranda and the woman would be grateful once she heard the story.
Now I just have to get her to listen!
Andy powered up the steps, she was determined to be confident because she had no reason to feel guilty. The door opened before she reached the top step. Miranda stood there wearing her best disinterested pout, her eyes boring into the journalist.
The younger woman faltered. “Miranda, hi.” Dumb, dumb, dumb! That was the best you could come up with? The woman chastised herself.
The older woman turned and stalked down the corridor, her white hair iridescent, revealing the path Andy was to follow. She had never been in Miranda’s study before and she barely noticed it.
It felt like all that time apart had melted away. Andy was back under the spell. If I was ever out of it. She stood before Miranda, back straight, with a determined look on her face. When Miranda finally turned to face her, she was surprised at what she saw.
“So it’s true. My erstwhile assistant has decided that dashing from Paris without a moments notice was not enough. Destroying me once was not enough, now you are determined to do it again.”
Andy had learned long ago that the low breathy tone that Miranda used was more deadly than anything she had ever encountered. This was proven true yet again as the woman’s words cut into her.
“You think--” She was cut off.
“I think that Irv has found the one thing that could hurt the most!” Miranda turned and gazed out of the window, determined to maintain a semblance of control.
The younger woman was devastated. She knew that Miranda would assume that she had turned against her. It hurt her deeply to think that her former employer would think that she would betray her. She wanted to be indignant, she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. The truth was she betrayed Miranda the day she turned her back on her in Paris. She may not have agreed with what the editor had done, but she didn’t need to leave like that.
Andy walked around the desk that served as a barrier between them and stood behind her former-employer. She spoke in an almost whisper, her breath caressing the back of Miranda’s neck.
“I am loyal Miranda. Let me explain! I know what I did in Paris was childish, but this is different! I went on an assignment and I discovered that Irv was plotting against you. I know how much Runway means to you, so I had to do something about it. I went on a date with Preston James to get information.” Miranda tried to turn and Andy put her hands on the older woman’s arms holding her in place. She couldn’t look at her, not yet.
“I am not proud of it, but I lead him on. I flirted and touched, I even let him kiss me. Nevertheless, I got the information I needed. I found out that Irv is blackmailing Christiana so that when she is elected to the Board, she will vote to have you removed.” Miranda had turned her head, straining to see Andy’s face.
“Knowing was not enough Miranda, I needed to protect you. I agreed to meet Irv and be a part of their plan. I convinced him at the Gallery last night that I hated you and I wanted revenge. He never questioned it. Don’t you see Miranda, Irv is going to tell me what he is blackmailing Christiana with and we can use it to save you.” Andy had pulled in tighter to Miranda’s back, her nose in the woman’s hair. She needed Miranda to believe her.
The silence that filled the room was deafening. Andy was becoming more and more despondent. After what felt like a lifetime, Miranda finally spoke.
“I always knew you were my champion.”
Relief flooded the journalist as she was vindicated. She slid her arms around the older woman and held her tightly. Andy breathed in her scent. She knew that this was always what she had wanted, to hold the woman close. Miranda lent into the embrace and placed her hands over Andy’s.
Miranda began to stir and the journalist released her grip. Turning on the spot, they faced each other. She searched Andy’s eyes and saw no malice, no deception. No consideration was necessary, one look at those doe eyes and full lips and she knew what she had been yearning for. It wasn’t just competence and loyalty as important as they were. Miranda knew that Andy was loyal as more than an employee, she always was. That’s what made her departure all the more agonizing.
The editor leant in, winding her hands around Andy’s thin waist, and kissed her. It was a spark to her soul. He knees went weak when the journalist wrapped her in her arms and pulled her close, deepening the kiss. She knew this was it; it could sustain her through a life of misery. But why settle?
The women pulled apart panting. Andy ran her hands up and down Miranda’s back.
“My Andréa.”
“Oh god, you have no idea what that does to me.” Andy pulled the woman into another deep kiss, her tongue immediately demanding entry. She held Miranda steady as the woman’s balance faltered. She began to lick and nip at the editors lips. A moan filled the room. The journalist decided it was more intoxicating than the way Miranda said her name.
Miranda was losing control and it felt like heaven. She pushed Andy backwards until she felt the desk behind her catch them. She tore her mouth away from the kiss only to latch on to Andy’s throat, licking and sucking until the journalist was whimpering beneath her.
“Oh god, Miranda. I am going to need a flat surface if you intend to continue doing that.”
Miranda’s head snapped up. Andy was more beautiful than she could ever imagine. Her face was flushed, her full lips swollen and her chest heaving as she sucked in more air.
“Bedroom.” She grabbed her soon to be lover’s hands and dragged her into the foyer and up the stairs.
Miranda turned when she reached the bedroom and was swept into a kiss. Andy had her breathless in moments as she ran a long slender hand up the older woman’s waist and under her blouse.
The editor pulled away from the kiss at the feel of Andy’s hand on her skin. She was on fire. She licked her lips as she saw the desire etched into the other woman’s face.
Andy slowly unbuttoned Miranda’s blouse brushing her fingers against the smooth skin of the torso underneath as she did. The editor watched with rapt fascination. Her eyes rolled closed as Andy ran her hands over the smooth skin she exposed.
It had never been like this before. Miranda was always in control, even with her lovers. But with Andy’s hands cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra she couldn’t bring herself to care. She lost herself in the woman, gave herself over. She could always count on Andréa to take care of her.
Before she could even register what happened she was supine on the bed with Andy’s weight pressed against her. It was delicious. Miranda ran her hands over the exposed flesh of her lover’s chest and back. When did that happen?
“mmm. Oh Andréa” The words left her mouth before she could control them. She was lost and only Andréa could find her.
Andy unhooked the clasp of Miranda’s bra and had her lips around a rosy nipple before she heard the garment hit the floor. The editor arched into the touch, pushing her further into her lover’s mouth. They were both struggling for oxygen, their chests burning from the exertion.
The editor moved her thigh and pushed it up into Andy’s hot centre. The brunette gasped and threw her head back. She was unconsciously grinding herself into the older woman as Miranda sucked at her breasts. Andy began to run her hands through the luscious white hair under her fingers, urging the woman on.
The journalist wanted to wonder whether Miranda had ever been with a woman before. She wanted to think about how she had never been with a woman before and that she had no idea what she was doing. There was no way she could, she couldn’t concentrate. The friction between her legs sent sparks up her spine. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered when it was possible to feel like this.
Andy pulled herself out of her reverie began to move down her lover’s form, kissing the smooth skin she found along the way. She heard Miranda’s breath hitch when she reached the woman’s pants. She leant down and began to run her tongue under the fabric. The moan that met her urged her on. The journalist removed the older woman’s pants and underwear in one movement.
Andy ran her hands up her lover’s waist and began massaging her breasts. Miranda began whimpering when the journalist began nipping and licking at the skin where her thigh met her hip. A wide grin spread across the younger woman’s face, as she smelt Miranda’s arousal.
“Oh please.” Miranda’s head was thrashing from side to side. It took all of her self-control to stop her hips from canting.
The journalist lost her control at the sound of Miranda begging. There was no way she could tease her any longer. She leant in and kissed the woman deeply, her tongue exploring the other woman’s mouth. Miranda’s hips bucked at the first touch of Andy’s fingers to her swollen flesh.
“You’re so wet.” Andy’s breath caressed Miranda’s cheek. She leant in and sucked at the woman’s neck as she ran her fingers through her lover’s slick folds.
“ugh” Miranda could not form words, not when she felt Andy’s fingers poised at her opening, teasing her.
Miranda let out a deep moan as Andy slowly pressed her fingers deep into her lover’s hot core. Her hips began to rock to the delicious rhythm that Andy had set. She was close already, desperately trying to hold on.
“You’re so beautiful” Andy began to kiss Miranda in the same rhythm as her thrusts. She felt her lover start to quiver as her walls began to tighten around her fingers. She knew Miranda was close and began to increase the tempo and force of her thrusts. Andy took a nipple into her mouth, drawing circles around the tight nub with her tongue.
“I can’t - Andréa please, oh my.”
Andy pressed her thumb against the editor’s clit, never slowing her thrusts. Miranda’s body began to tighten and she let out a wail as she came.
“mmm. That was so amazing.” Andy was amazed that she could cause such a reaction in the editor. She pulled her into an embrace as she came down from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Miranda opened her eyes to see those doe eyes staring back at her. Both women smiled and the editor leaned in to kiss the journalist. Without any warning Miranda plunged into Andy’s heat with two fingers. The brunette threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a wail.
The editor flipped them and used her weight to thrust into the slickness between Andy’s legs. She brought their mouths together in a searing kiss as she pressed her thumb against Andy’s clit.
Andy broke the kiss and grabbed Miranda’s hips increasing the force of the thrusts. She was close and there was no way she could hold on. She hooked her legs around Miranda’s waist, pulling her deeper into her core, as their breasts pressed together. It only took a few moments of the delicious contact before Andy arched up off the bed and came with Miranda’s name on her lips.
Miranda pressed their foreheads together, her fingers still buried in the woman. She looked deep into the woman’s eyes.
“My champion!” There was awe and satisfaction in the editor’s voice.
“And always will be.” The women slumped together and held each other in a tight embrace.
All of the intrigue and drama of the last two weeks was forgotten. Both women had found home in each other. Despite the fact that her job was obviously in jeopardy, Miranda didn’t care. As she ran her fingers through the soft brown tresses of the woman who rested on her chest, she knew that this was all that mattered. She had Andréa and she was never going to let her go.
Chapter 7