Parties,Ball Gowns and um... desks?
Title: Parties,Ball Gowns and um... desks?
Author: Archaicambience
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (film)
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Archive: Yea sure just let me know before
Rating: M (i think)
Disclaimer: Not Mine... except in my dreams. and what naughty dreams they are :-)
Summary: Miranda demands a no longer meek Andy attend the runway christmas party. A fight ensues and very soon a desk is involved. Please read it . My first fan fiction.:-)
Written for la_fono for secret santa gift exchange.
her prompt:-
The morning after the Runway christmas party, two people wake up together under Miranda's desk. How did they come to be there? Could be any character. Format: Fic, art, interpretive dance... any means you use to describe this is good with me. :)
Sorry about the late post but life happened. anyway happy new year!!! and merry christmas. Its always the late presents which stand out the most... i think... at least i hope.
This is my first fan fiction....ever... for any fandom... so any constructive criticism etc is welcomed with open arms.
thanks For being Such wonderful inspirations guys... keep it up.
Its Unbetaed due to my late finishing of the fic but hope its okay anyway.
So Here It goes
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
Parties,Ball Gowns and um... desks?
‘How dare you!’
‘How dare I? Miranda you self obsessed high and mighty ego you demand I be here under penalty of losing my job and then just assume I will lie down and let it happen? No fucking way in hell... ‘
‘Excuse me. For the sake of your career and count yourself lucky that I don’t care about you enough to hate you and therefore wont expend enough energy in order to ruin you. I will pretend you did not just think yourself worthy of demanding anything of me. ‘
Wait what did Miranda just say?
‘You know what Miranda! You can just get off your high horse because it was you who dragged me here under the guise of writing and article on the…’
Miranda laughed.
‘You think I would go to that much trouble in order to get you here for a personal reason… you’re fat as well as demented.’
… That simpering little laugh which made one feel about four inches and god that woman was cruel.
‘What do you want Miranda’
‘Get out of my way Andrea’
There it was the sexual frisson she felt every time Miranda said her name. What the hell was wrong with her? Right angry feelings.
‘Why do you say my name like that?’ so much for being angry.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Like its special, French-like you make it sound like champagne’
Oops there comes the champagne rearing its ugly head and talking for itself.
‘When said right your name is truly beautiful, and when you are dressed like that its even fitting.’
‘Really! You like my dress’
Miranda rolled her eyes
‘Its Valentino, how could I not.’
‘That’s not what I asked.’
‘I know’
They stared at each other for what seemed like an age.
Summing one another up and assessing the situation.
Andy wondering what the hell she had been thinking and Miranda trying to figure out what that deep shape of burgundy on Andréa’s lips was?
And then to Andréa’s abject horror Miranda tried to flee. She sidestepped Andy faster than Andy thought she could move and made a beeline for the door.
‘Oh no you don’t!’
Andy reached for Miranda aiming for her hand but accidentally grabbed her covering shawl ripping it right off and in the process uncovering more creamy skin than she thought possible.
‘Holy cow’ eyes riveted all Andy could do was stare.
‘Give me my shawl Andrea.’
‘Andrea please’
Andy looked up at the desperate note in the goddesses voice and saw what only her heart knew she was looking for. And she pounced.
Together they clashed in a flurry of teeth and tongue. And oh god was that her breast? Fighting for dominance in a battle so sensual neither would ever win Miranda backed Andrea into her desk leaning her over like a platter of forbidden fruit. Made all the more decadent by its sheath of silk. All the more alluring.
Miranda was never known as a patient woman, something Andy knew all to well. Yet she hadn’t realized the ice queen had it in her to tear a Valentino. It made Andy feel all warm and fluttery inside. Perhaps she meant more to the goddess than a quick fuck. And then Miranda was devouring her breasts sucking her nipples like two lollipops. Perhaps it was just the haze of desire.
Oh good lord how had she, the woman who had it all, not realized the wonders of female breasts before. They were fabulous. Good god she would never get enough. That coupled with the fact that her object of her yearlong desire was writhing beneath her nearly sent Miranda over the edge. How would she manage?
‘Miranda’ Andréa moaned
Growl ’What?’
‘Im desperate.’
‘Later, this is better than starbucks.’
‘Miranda please’
‘Andréa, I always get what I want, I want this so shut up and be still’
‘Miranda’
‘Mmm…’
‘You’re not my boss anymore’
‘Yea I know so what’
‘I get to be demanding to’
‘Don’t you dare!’ *squee*
She could get used to this. Granted throwing Miranda on the floor and attempting to ravage her had not been the greatest idea in her desire addled brain it was the only way. And besides having a lust riddled and livid Miranda beneath her was beginning to have its benefits. She squirmed.
As Andrea wiggled out of her dress Miranda literally stopped breathing. Such beauty. How had she not seen it? Why had it taken her a few minutes to see Andréa’s inner beauty and yet five years to realize her outer. And those breasts. Oh god could one possibly come so fast from just visual stimulation. Granted she had only ever come by her own fingers but still. Fuck those swollen nipples might just kill her. Andrea momentarily distracted her by lifting her hips up as she leant forward to undo her dress.
‘Andrea’
‘My love’
Miranda quivered at the use of the pet name.
‘Don’t even think about removing this dress at the moment. Lift it up and fuck me’
Andrea was so stunned at the use of vulgarity and the lust clouding Miranda’s eyes her brain momentarily shut down and she literally saw silver. Since her first wet dream of Miranda four years ago silver had come to mean lust and love in Andréa’s mind.
‘Ouch, fuck, did you just pinch me’
‘Well you did blank out for a moment. I thought I might arouse your sleeping brain cells and remind you that I need ‘ gasp as Andréa’s fingers slid around her rim ‘ your attention,’ arch of the back as the fingers found her clit ‘your fingers,’ a whimper Andrea wished to hear everyday for the rest of her life as one finger penetrated ‘your body,’ two fingers elicited a groan ‘ your mouth,’ Andrea was pulled down and soundly yet haltingly kissed ‘your… oh my god’ in… out. In …out. Miranda screamed and blacked out on the floor of her office with the door wide open and Andrea, a stunned goddess above her.
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‘Thump…thump…thump’
Miranda awoke to the most pleasant sound she had ever heard. The sound of her lovers’ heart as it desperately tried to still itself. Unsatisfied and loud.
‘Should I leave?’
Miranda shot dead upright in panic.
‘Excuse me’
‘Im sorry I know you were drunk and I took unfair advantage, its just I wanted this for so long and…’
‘Andrea you are babbling’
‘Sorry I know how you hate that it’s just that when I get nervous I tend to… right im stopping know.’
‘you are not leaving until you have come at least twice, and I insist one of those times to be on your desk, and it is imperative you black out at least once, it is a truly liberating experience.’
Andrea gasped as her throbbing and sopping quim was roughly touched and her clit called to attention.
‘Yes Miranda’
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After a mind numbing amount of orgasms between them Miranda finally let Andrea rest, even if it was on the floor of her office.
‘Miranda’
‘My love’
Andrea glanced up beaming, and was rewarded with a full smile, the likes of which she had never witnessed on Miranda’s face. No wonder with a smile like that no boy would ever be gay and no girl would ever be straight. The world was a better place for it.
‘What is this?’
She gestured to the general vicinity.
‘I believe it is called and office a place of work and unnamed pleasures of the most carnal kind.’
Andrea giggled and then she heard it the laugh she was sure she had waited her entire life to hear. Life was complete.
‘You know what I mean, what has begun between us, I have come to care for you very much in the long hours I spent dissecting your personality with a bottle of whiskey I think I may even have come to love you.’
‘I have never pretended to be an aficionado at describing my feelings however suffice to say you are not on my crap list and wish to see more of you. With or without clothes.’
‘Do you really mean that?’
‘Of Course I do you silly twi…’ she paused as the whiny voice and sound of heels became louder and louder.
‘Quick! Under the desk!’
Andrea could hear the footsteps as loud and boomingly as her heart beating in her chest.
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‘If Miranda is not found soon, I am dead! Hear that dead. Well that is if I am not dead already over the whole Andréa debacle, honestly does the woman have rocks in her head. You don’t just show up at a Runway party, uninvited, march up to Miranda and demand a conversation and what is more…’ it took Emily most of her speech to realize Nigel had hung up on her, honestly, and he called her a prima donna! But one should not worry about such things when ones boss, a very drunk Miranda in a very sexy evening gown had disappeared. Emily rushed out of the office in a flurry of schedules, one very expensive evening gown and repeated exclamations of ‘I Love My Job!’. Life had certainly gone for shit.
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Yes it definitely was the alcohol Miranda convinced herself and not the feeling radiating from her chest because of the woman next to her that made her cruel giggle turn into a full blown all out laugh. She slumped forward her head hitting the chest of her lover as she shared in Andréa’s giggles. This woman would either kill her or she thought as they lay down on the hard, uncomfortable floor, as cozy as could be. She would save her.