Thank You Irv Ravitz 7/?
Title: Thank You Irv Ravitz
Rating: Pg-13
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!
A/NN: I am not sure how much farther I will take this. There will be at least one more chapter, but I haven’t decided yet. :p Thanks for all the great comments!
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6
Chapter 7
In those moments, those hours, Miranda knew that her life would never be the same. The truth was it hadn’t been for some time, not since she stared across her desk at that doe eyed dishevelled girl in the lumpy sweater. Ever since that day, she knew what it was like to finally have something that you needed. It was different now, she had more than an inkling of it, and it was palpable. Andréa was hers and it was a glorious feeling.
The editor had been watching Andréa sleep for some time. Running her fingers through soft locks, she felt happier than she had been since her daughters were born. This was it; this was what she needed to get her life back on track. Things were going to change now, and it was all because of this smart fat girl. Chuckling to herself, she realised that she could no longer call her that. It was never really true in the first place. There was no way that she could consider the woman fat after worshipping ever inch of her body. She was not fat, she was curvy, and those curves would be the death of her.
Andréa began to stir, fluttering her eyes as she adjusted to the light. The editor caressed her cheek, calming her into reality. The wide smile she was met with was blaring. She felt it again; she was hooked on this woman.
“Hello” Andy’s voice was honeyed with sleep. She stretched her legs languorously before leaning in to place a kiss on Miranda’s lips.
“I can’t believe I can just do that now, whenever I want.” Andy met her lover’s ice blue eyes and saw the smile dance across them.
“I think it would be prudent to limit our public displays until we deal with Irv.” Miranda could see Andy begin to pout; she knew that she couldn’t do anything that would hurt her. “After that, whenever you want.”
“I don’t want to talk about Irv. I have spent weeks worrying about him and his stupid plans. I want to just sit here with you.” The brunette put her arm around Miranda’s waist and snuggled in closer, revelling in the touch of skin on skin.
“You don’t want to talk about Irv? What about Preston?” The words could have been an accusation, but the laughter in Miranda’s voice betrayed her.
“Oh man!” Andy hid her face in the crook of Miranda’s neck. “That man is incorrigible! He is so handsy! Dougie wanted to deck him.”
“I completely agree with - Dougie? Really Andréa what is it with you and monikers? - Preston is smarmy. I am very grateful that you would associate with him for me Andréa.”
“I would do anything for you Miranda, I hope you know that.” Andy met Miranda’s intense gaze. She wanted her to understand.
“I can see that. I will never doubt you again. As much as I want to avoid Irv and anything to do with him, we do need to talk about it.”
“I know. It would be amazingly stupid to have come this far, and then let him get away with it. Did you know? About what he was doing I mean?” Andy began running her fingers through Miranda’s iconic white tresses.
Her hair must be magnetic or something. Andy mused. Not only did it draw your eye, but it also begged to be touched. She was just glad that she finally had the chance.
“I didn’t know. Irv played a good game this time. I was sure that Christiana was solid; she has been a close friend for years. I was focusing on getting her onto the board. I never thought that Irv would want the same thing. While your loyalty in Paris was a wonderful surprise, it seems that it was completely necessary this time. My champion.”
Miranda leaned in and kissed Andy. At first it was chaste, the movement of soft lips against each other. Andy clearly wanted more. She wrapped her arms around the editor’s shoulders tightening their embrace. At the feel of a wet tongue demanding entry, Miranda was lost. They both moaned at the contact and revelled in the feel of each other.
They finally broke apart, panting. Andy rested their foreheads together.
“What do you want to do then?”
Miranda knew that Andy was talking about Irv, but her mind wanted to go somewhere else. She swatted the idea away. The girls would be coming home soon.
“I am going to talk to Christiana. You should do as Irv says and write the article. I hope that if everyone plays along, he won’t know something is wrong. There is not much else to do. If he suspects something, he still has enough time to come up with another plan.” Miranda sighed audibly.
“You must be sick of this.” It wasn’t a question.
“I just want to edit Runway. I want it to be the best it can be. Is that so hard for Irv to understand?”
“Oh Miranda. He has made it clear that he doesn’t care about Runway and how well it does. This is a vendetta. We have to do what we can for now.”
“We, hmm?” Miranda leaned in and kissed Andy’s cheek. “I like the sound of that.”
The brunette was mesmerised by what she saw. There was no way, in her wildest dreams she could imagine that this was possible. There was no way she could imagine at all with Miranda lazily drawing patters on her bare back. She didn’t realise that she had been silent so long until Miranda finally spoke.
“The girls are coming home soon. I want you to stay and meet them.”
“You want me to meet them?” Andy searched Miranda’s eyes, curious to what thoughts lay behind them.
“I can’t let you go now that I finally have you, Andréa. For me that means the girls being a part of this. I have let them down enough, I won’t do it again.”
“Of course.” Andy caressed Miranda’s cheek. She was worried, how could she not be? She was scared that the twins would see her has an assistant. She needed them to accept her but she had no way of knowing how she was going to achieve it.
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Andy could hear the twins before she saw them. She was amazed that so much noise could come out of such small packages.
“Girls, in the kitchen.” Miranda smiled at Andy, it was meant to assuage her fears.
“Mum, Jill is having a sleep over next weekend we can go right. She’s not that bad - Hey! You’re that assistant!” Andy decided it was Caroline. She remembered that the girl had a slight more curl to her hair than her sister.
“Caroline!” Miranda’s reprimand was clear. Cassidy noticed the look on both women’s faces. She could see that something was different.
“Hi.” Cassidy decided it was best to be cautious. This was her usual reaction.
“Hello Cassidy.” Andy smiled widely.
Cassidy was impressed. She would have usually made a big deal about how someone could tell them apart. She remembered this assistant, however. She remembered how she could always achieve the impossible. She also remembered how her mother would prattle on about her for hours. The redheads eyes narrowed at the last memory.
“Girls, this is Andréa. She used to be my assistant at Runway.” Miranda spoke in that same motherly tone that made Andy adore her even more. The brunette loved the different sides that Miranda possessed.
Miranda watched as her girls examined Andy. She smirked when they turned to each other and seemed to communicate something.
“Can Andy stay for Dinner?” Caroline was the one to speak. The girls decided that there was more going on than met the eye. They had not seen there mother this vibrant - this happy even! - since Paris. They both remembered some drama involving Paris and the departure of an assistant. It was entirely possible that Andréa was the cause of their mother’s apathy. If that was the case, Andréa needed to stay in their mother’s life for as long as they could manage it.
“Of Course she can.”
Andy smiled at the matter-of-fact nature in which Miranda spoke. This was it, no questions no consideration, they were going to do this. The journalist found that she couldn’t be more happy at the prospect. There were still so many questions to be answered. She had never been with a woman before, or in a relationship involving children. Andy didn’t care. When Miranda turned to her, a full smile on her lips, she was lost.
Who wouldn’t be?
Chapter 8