Secret Santa Fic
This is my Secret Santa fic for myagedparchment It’s complete-yay! It is Christmassy, but it’s always been fun for me to get a gift here and there even after the blessed event. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy it. I know I’ve enjoyed all the Secret Santa fics so far.
Yes, Andrea, there is a Santa Claus
By Elizabeth
Rated M for brief Miranda/Andy Xmas sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy.
A flashback is in italics.
Prompt: What I want: I'm easy to please. Fanfic, Mirandy. I would absolutely adore a Christmas-fic, or at least a Winter Wonderland fic, in which Miranda and Andy spend a night alone in the city, either just in the town house or walking about. I would like it to involve snow, a fire place, and them dancing alone to a warm, soft Christmas song (writer's choice!) Very romantic, with Miranda in character, but still clearly loves Andy.
All ratings loved, but please nothing violent (not that I am against it, just not for this request).
Andy Sachs sat looking out the window in the front sitting room of the townhouse watching the snow fall on the Upper East side. The snow was so light and fluffy it almost looked like powdered sugar. Like much of the world Andy loved having a white Christmas. Snow itself reminded her of Christmases past spent in Ohio with her family.
Andy watched some kids that lived down the street try to build a snowman. She had always got a kick out of the fact that New Yorkers basically told their children to go play in the street. Suddenly a snowball war broke out and Andy tapped the window, the maternal instincts she had acquired with years with the twins coming out. The two boys and the girl stopped throwing their wintery ammunition, waved, then ran down the street.
All in all, it was not a bad way to spend Christmas Eve, watching the snow fall listening to her favorite Christmas music on her ipod hooked up to the high definition stereo. Andy had even started a fire and was content to enjoy the tastefully decorated Christmas tree. Everything was close to perfection except for the fact that her lover of six years was stuck in Chicago.
Miranda had a photo shoot in LA for the January issue of Runway the week before and was flying back to spend Christmas with Andy. A layover in Chicago due to bad weather, and all the planes grounded caused Miranda’s absence and severe aggravation. Andy understood that things didn’t work out the way they were planned even without the apologetic phone calls. “You could always drive to my parent’s house,” Andy joked. There had been a few seconds of dead air from Miranda’s end of the phone before the editor changed the subject. Andy’s parents had not been very understanding in the beginning of their relationship, but everyone had come to a truce and could now spend time together civilly. She also warned her lover not to drive her current “Emily” to tears if the poor girl could not arrange alternate transportation.
The twins were in their senior year at Yale and had opted not to spend their Christmas at home, but with friends skiing. It would have been their first Christmas alone, but as it stood it was turning out to be the first Christmas they hadn’t spent together in six years. Holidays were an important part of most relationships and the trend had not deviated with theirs. Six years ago on Thanksgiving, Andy never expected to run into Cassidy and Caroline Priestly.
It was the second Thanksgiving Andy volunteered at the Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen in Chelsea. She volunteered the year before when she was writing and article for The Mirror about the homeless. Andy’s schedule was pretty hectic and she wished she could help more often, but felt like spending a holiday helping out was the best way she share her time.
Andy had not dated with any frequency after the breakup with Nate. The few dates she went out on she found herself searching for something that never seemed to be present. Lily and Doug were busy with their significant others. Her parents were spending Thanksgiving with her brother and his family, so it was also a nice way to spend Thanksgiving with others. Andy donned her own Yankees ball cap, tucked her hair in a pony tail and showed up at ten a.m. ready to wear a plastic apron and serve.
To Andy’s absolute shock Miranda’s sixteen-year-old twins were also there wearing volunteer aprons. “Hey Andy,” said Cassidy or Caroline-she could barely tell the twins apart when they were twelve. Andy was beyond being shocked since when she had worked for their mother neither twin had known her name; it was obvious that the apocalypse was near. Caroline, the twin who greeted her, proceeded to talk as if they were best friends with Cassidy interjecting friendly comments here and there.
Before she realized what was happening, Andy had agreed to accompany the girls back to the townhouse for Thanksgiving dinner and was riding in the back of the town car with the girls still chattering away at her. She had quickly taken her ball cap off, put it in her purse and pulled her hair out of the pony-tail.
It had been four years since Andy had seen her former boss in person. It seemed almost surreal to be walking back into Miranda’s townhouse with her twins leading the way to the kitchen. Then it became obvious to Andy that the apocalypse wasn’t just near, it had happened. Miranda Priestly, looking divine in a cashmere sweater, wearing an apron, and cooking dinner.
She appeared to be basting a turkey and after exchanging quick hugs with the girls, her electric gaze settled on the reporter. Andy suddenly had this warm feeling in her stomach and her palms felt sweaty.
“Ah, Andrea. It is so good of you to join us. Why don’t you roll up your sleeves and help,” her tone wasn’t as commanding as it had been when Andy had been her assistant, but Andy was sure it wasn’t a request.
Cassidy and Caroline had started setting out plates and cups, so in the spirit of keeping busy Andy rolled up her sleeves, “Where do you want me?”
A silver eyebrow raised, and her perfect mouth formed in a smirk Miranda replied, “Why don’t you stir the gravy.”
Thanksgiving dinner and her gravy turned out to be quite enjoyable. Miranda was an accomplished cook and hostess and she brought out a bottle of cranberry wine from a Paris vineyard. Andy found herself enjoying the company of her former boss and her offspring. Miranda seemed very relaxed and open.
At the end of the evening Cassidy and Caroline both gave her a hug at the door. Miranda had called the driver to take Andy home and she watched the twins hugging her with an enigmatic expression on her face.
“Thank you for dinner, Miranda. I had a lovely time.”
“Yes. It was lovely,” she paused, appearing like she wanted to say something more to Andy. Caroline and Cassidy, Andy noticed seemed to be very happy watching the exchange. Miranda seemed to notice they had an audience too, so she simply said, “Good night.”
Andy held her emotions in check during the car ride home and after thanking the driver, she rushed up to her apartment. She quickly hung up her coat and without getting undressed collapsed face down on her bed. Andy had often thought about Miranda since she had left her in Paris, but she had never let herself hope to spend an evening much less Thanksgiving with her. Andy stopped on her way to work the next morning and bought a thank you card to send to Miranda and the twins. She found herself very sad at the thought that she might not see Miranda again.
Two weeks later, to Andy’s immense pleasure, Cassidy invited her to come for dinner at the townhouse again. Miranda was going to have Chinese food from an upscale Chinese Resturant delivered. Andy was glad that the twins would be there as she felt a little nervous about being alone with Miranda. She wasn’t quite sure what they would have to talk about after five years and the twins had directed the conversation on Thanksgiving.
She was expecting Cassidy or Caroline to answer the door after she rang the bell. Andy felt a little weak in the knees when Miranda answered the door. The woman was wearing all black, even down to black Prada high heels. Her blouse was even unbuttoned half way. As if she didn’t look dangerous enough. If anything Andy was surprised at how sexy Miranda looked. She had seen her when she worked at Runway and over the years in Page 6 dressed for many occasions. Miranda looked like she was ready to go on a date. She also smelled delicious.
“It’s lovely to see you, Andrea,” a very predatory Miranda purred.
“Uh... it’s nice to see you too,” Andy’s voice cracked as she took another glance at her cleavage. “Where are the girls?”
“There was this wonderful play a friend had tickets to, and this was the last night,” Miranda explained as she took Andy’s sweaty hand and led her into the front sitting room. “The girls send their regrets. Have a seat and I’ll get you something to drink while we wait for dinner.”
Andy immediately noticed soft romantic instrumental music playing and the lights seemed to be very dim. Miranda returned carrying two glasses of red wine and handed one to Andy. It was the way Miranda was looking at her that finally clued her in, also the fact that she was sitting so close. Miranda had looked at her that way in Paris after she had bared her soul in a gray bathrobe. There was desire, but there was also such a desperate longing. It made Andy’s heart ache.
“Miranda? Is this...” Andy put her wine on the coffee table and started babbling, “If this is a date, which is really really fine with me, more than fine! I have really strong feelings for you and I hope this is a date and if it’s not I can just-“
Miranda had also put her wine down at the beginning of Andy’s babbling speech. She reached with both hands cupping Andy’s face and leaned forward pulling Andy toward her at the same time. The first sweet touch of their lips took Andy’s breath away. The kiss was soft, warm, wet and marvelous. As she wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist, mouths opened and their tongues started becoming acquainted. Andy didn’t have to worry about talking.
When Christmas arrived a few weeks later, they had their third “date.” Six months after Christmas, Andy moved into the townhouse.
The fire had died down as Andy fell asleep listening to Christmas music. As the Grandfather clock in the hallway chimed seven thirty, Andy ran a hand over her face and reached for her cell phone. Caroline had sent her a text a little after five asking if Santa had arrived yet. Andy chuckled and sent back telling her she was old to believe in Santa. It was an old joke. For years the twins and Andy would bake sugar cookies to “leave” for Santa. One year Andy had freaked out a little when the cookies were gone, but it was just Patricia sampling the treats. It was tradition, so Andy had still made cookies to set out. She was a little disappointed that Miranda wouldn’t be home until after Christmas, but she knew they would celebrate when her lover came home.
Andy was getting up when she heard the key in the lock. She almost ran to the foyer and was ecstatic upon seeing her lover entering. Miranda’s gorgeous hair was sprinkled with snowflakes, and her cheeks were red and she had never looked more beautiful. She dropped her small carry-on to accept an arm full of Andy. They exchanged passionate loving kisses before Andy pulled back, “I thought the planes were all grounded.”
“You remember that odious movie you and the girls love. The one with Steve Martin in it.” There was a twinkle in Miranda’s eyes and the corners of her beautiful mouth were turned up.
“Planes, trains, and automobiles?” Andy’s smile was from ear to ear. She was trying very hard not to laugh.
“Never doubt how much I love you Andrea,” her expression was serious.
“Never.” Andy ran her hands up and down Miranda’s arms. “Are you hungry? Is there anything I can do for you?” Andy asked as she helped Miranda out of her coat.
“Yes, let’s go into the living room and listen to some music. We can enjoy the fire and the tree.” Andy got the fire and music going again and joined her lover on the couch. They sat quietly wrapped around each other for a little while. They enjoyed watching the snow and listening to the Christmas music and the fire crackle.
After a few songs played, one of Andy’s favorites started up. She started to rock back and forth to the melody in Miranda’s arms. Miranda stood up and turned around holding her hand out to pull Andy with her to the middle of the room. They started to slow dance, bodies very close together.
Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby’s gone, I have no friends
To wish me greetings, ooh, once again
Choirs will be singing “Silent Night”
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please, come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas, by New Year’s night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
This is Christmas, yes, Christmas, my dear
The time of year to be with the one you love
Oh, won’t you tell me, you’ll never more roam?
Christmas and New Year’s will find you home
There’ll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
Then I’ll be happy, happy once again
By the end of the music they were kissing passionately and clothes were being pulled off. “Miranda?” Kiss. Gasp. A soft moan. “Are you sure you don’t want any dinner?”
“Darling, I’m not hungry for food.” With a throaty laugh Miranda pulled Andy down on the lavish rug in front of the fireplace.
They were still making love hours later. Andy heard the Grandfather clock chime midnight through an orgasmic haze. She was spread out underneath Miranda whose glistening sex was open and pressed against hers. Miranda alternated her hand positions from her breasts to her hips as she undulated above her. Andy had her legs wrapped around her hips and jerked whenever Miranda’s hard clitoris slid over hers. Their bodies were dripping with sweat and their arousal. With each pump of her hips, Miranda watched Andy’s breasts gently bounce. When Andy finally reached around and cupped her ass, her orgasm burned through her like a fire. Andy climaxed from the rapturous expression on her lover’s face. Miranda rolled to her side, still caressing Andy’s luscious curvy body. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
“Mmm. Yes it is,” was Andy’s saucy reply. They shared an intimate loving smile before mouths mated again.
The End
Christmas Song they listened to: Aaron Neville “Please Come Home for Christmas”
Comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading.
Yes, Andrea, there is a Santa Claus
By Elizabeth
Rated M for brief Miranda/Andy Xmas sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mirandy.
A flashback is in italics.
Prompt: What I want: I'm easy to please. Fanfic, Mirandy. I would absolutely adore a Christmas-fic, or at least a Winter Wonderland fic, in which Miranda and Andy spend a night alone in the city, either just in the town house or walking about. I would like it to involve snow, a fire place, and them dancing alone to a warm, soft Christmas song (writer's choice!) Very romantic, with Miranda in character, but still clearly loves Andy.
All ratings loved, but please nothing violent (not that I am against it, just not for this request).
Andy Sachs sat looking out the window in the front sitting room of the townhouse watching the snow fall on the Upper East side. The snow was so light and fluffy it almost looked like powdered sugar. Like much of the world Andy loved having a white Christmas. Snow itself reminded her of Christmases past spent in Ohio with her family.
Andy watched some kids that lived down the street try to build a snowman. She had always got a kick out of the fact that New Yorkers basically told their children to go play in the street. Suddenly a snowball war broke out and Andy tapped the window, the maternal instincts she had acquired with years with the twins coming out. The two boys and the girl stopped throwing their wintery ammunition, waved, then ran down the street.
All in all, it was not a bad way to spend Christmas Eve, watching the snow fall listening to her favorite Christmas music on her ipod hooked up to the high definition stereo. Andy had even started a fire and was content to enjoy the tastefully decorated Christmas tree. Everything was close to perfection except for the fact that her lover of six years was stuck in Chicago.
Miranda had a photo shoot in LA for the January issue of Runway the week before and was flying back to spend Christmas with Andy. A layover in Chicago due to bad weather, and all the planes grounded caused Miranda’s absence and severe aggravation. Andy understood that things didn’t work out the way they were planned even without the apologetic phone calls. “You could always drive to my parent’s house,” Andy joked. There had been a few seconds of dead air from Miranda’s end of the phone before the editor changed the subject. Andy’s parents had not been very understanding in the beginning of their relationship, but everyone had come to a truce and could now spend time together civilly. She also warned her lover not to drive her current “Emily” to tears if the poor girl could not arrange alternate transportation.
The twins were in their senior year at Yale and had opted not to spend their Christmas at home, but with friends skiing. It would have been their first Christmas alone, but as it stood it was turning out to be the first Christmas they hadn’t spent together in six years. Holidays were an important part of most relationships and the trend had not deviated with theirs. Six years ago on Thanksgiving, Andy never expected to run into Cassidy and Caroline Priestly.
It was the second Thanksgiving Andy volunteered at the Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen in Chelsea. She volunteered the year before when she was writing and article for The Mirror about the homeless. Andy’s schedule was pretty hectic and she wished she could help more often, but felt like spending a holiday helping out was the best way she share her time.
Andy had not dated with any frequency after the breakup with Nate. The few dates she went out on she found herself searching for something that never seemed to be present. Lily and Doug were busy with their significant others. Her parents were spending Thanksgiving with her brother and his family, so it was also a nice way to spend Thanksgiving with others. Andy donned her own Yankees ball cap, tucked her hair in a pony tail and showed up at ten a.m. ready to wear a plastic apron and serve.
To Andy’s absolute shock Miranda’s sixteen-year-old twins were also there wearing volunteer aprons. “Hey Andy,” said Cassidy or Caroline-she could barely tell the twins apart when they were twelve. Andy was beyond being shocked since when she had worked for their mother neither twin had known her name; it was obvious that the apocalypse was near. Caroline, the twin who greeted her, proceeded to talk as if they were best friends with Cassidy interjecting friendly comments here and there.
Before she realized what was happening, Andy had agreed to accompany the girls back to the townhouse for Thanksgiving dinner and was riding in the back of the town car with the girls still chattering away at her. She had quickly taken her ball cap off, put it in her purse and pulled her hair out of the pony-tail.
It had been four years since Andy had seen her former boss in person. It seemed almost surreal to be walking back into Miranda’s townhouse with her twins leading the way to the kitchen. Then it became obvious to Andy that the apocalypse wasn’t just near, it had happened. Miranda Priestly, looking divine in a cashmere sweater, wearing an apron, and cooking dinner.
She appeared to be basting a turkey and after exchanging quick hugs with the girls, her electric gaze settled on the reporter. Andy suddenly had this warm feeling in her stomach and her palms felt sweaty.
“Ah, Andrea. It is so good of you to join us. Why don’t you roll up your sleeves and help,” her tone wasn’t as commanding as it had been when Andy had been her assistant, but Andy was sure it wasn’t a request.
Cassidy and Caroline had started setting out plates and cups, so in the spirit of keeping busy Andy rolled up her sleeves, “Where do you want me?”
A silver eyebrow raised, and her perfect mouth formed in a smirk Miranda replied, “Why don’t you stir the gravy.”
Thanksgiving dinner and her gravy turned out to be quite enjoyable. Miranda was an accomplished cook and hostess and she brought out a bottle of cranberry wine from a Paris vineyard. Andy found herself enjoying the company of her former boss and her offspring. Miranda seemed very relaxed and open.
At the end of the evening Cassidy and Caroline both gave her a hug at the door. Miranda had called the driver to take Andy home and she watched the twins hugging her with an enigmatic expression on her face.
“Thank you for dinner, Miranda. I had a lovely time.”
“Yes. It was lovely,” she paused, appearing like she wanted to say something more to Andy. Caroline and Cassidy, Andy noticed seemed to be very happy watching the exchange. Miranda seemed to notice they had an audience too, so she simply said, “Good night.”
Andy held her emotions in check during the car ride home and after thanking the driver, she rushed up to her apartment. She quickly hung up her coat and without getting undressed collapsed face down on her bed. Andy had often thought about Miranda since she had left her in Paris, but she had never let herself hope to spend an evening much less Thanksgiving with her. Andy stopped on her way to work the next morning and bought a thank you card to send to Miranda and the twins. She found herself very sad at the thought that she might not see Miranda again.
Two weeks later, to Andy’s immense pleasure, Cassidy invited her to come for dinner at the townhouse again. Miranda was going to have Chinese food from an upscale Chinese Resturant delivered. Andy was glad that the twins would be there as she felt a little nervous about being alone with Miranda. She wasn’t quite sure what they would have to talk about after five years and the twins had directed the conversation on Thanksgiving.
She was expecting Cassidy or Caroline to answer the door after she rang the bell. Andy felt a little weak in the knees when Miranda answered the door. The woman was wearing all black, even down to black Prada high heels. Her blouse was even unbuttoned half way. As if she didn’t look dangerous enough. If anything Andy was surprised at how sexy Miranda looked. She had seen her when she worked at Runway and over the years in Page 6 dressed for many occasions. Miranda looked like she was ready to go on a date. She also smelled delicious.
“It’s lovely to see you, Andrea,” a very predatory Miranda purred.
“Uh... it’s nice to see you too,” Andy’s voice cracked as she took another glance at her cleavage. “Where are the girls?”
“There was this wonderful play a friend had tickets to, and this was the last night,” Miranda explained as she took Andy’s sweaty hand and led her into the front sitting room. “The girls send their regrets. Have a seat and I’ll get you something to drink while we wait for dinner.”
Andy immediately noticed soft romantic instrumental music playing and the lights seemed to be very dim. Miranda returned carrying two glasses of red wine and handed one to Andy. It was the way Miranda was looking at her that finally clued her in, also the fact that she was sitting so close. Miranda had looked at her that way in Paris after she had bared her soul in a gray bathrobe. There was desire, but there was also such a desperate longing. It made Andy’s heart ache.
“Miranda? Is this...” Andy put her wine on the coffee table and started babbling, “If this is a date, which is really really fine with me, more than fine! I have really strong feelings for you and I hope this is a date and if it’s not I can just-“
Miranda had also put her wine down at the beginning of Andy’s babbling speech. She reached with both hands cupping Andy’s face and leaned forward pulling Andy toward her at the same time. The first sweet touch of their lips took Andy’s breath away. The kiss was soft, warm, wet and marvelous. As she wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist, mouths opened and their tongues started becoming acquainted. Andy didn’t have to worry about talking.
When Christmas arrived a few weeks later, they had their third “date.” Six months after Christmas, Andy moved into the townhouse.
The fire had died down as Andy fell asleep listening to Christmas music. As the Grandfather clock in the hallway chimed seven thirty, Andy ran a hand over her face and reached for her cell phone. Caroline had sent her a text a little after five asking if Santa had arrived yet. Andy chuckled and sent back telling her she was old to believe in Santa. It was an old joke. For years the twins and Andy would bake sugar cookies to “leave” for Santa. One year Andy had freaked out a little when the cookies were gone, but it was just Patricia sampling the treats. It was tradition, so Andy had still made cookies to set out. She was a little disappointed that Miranda wouldn’t be home until after Christmas, but she knew they would celebrate when her lover came home.
Andy was getting up when she heard the key in the lock. She almost ran to the foyer and was ecstatic upon seeing her lover entering. Miranda’s gorgeous hair was sprinkled with snowflakes, and her cheeks were red and she had never looked more beautiful. She dropped her small carry-on to accept an arm full of Andy. They exchanged passionate loving kisses before Andy pulled back, “I thought the planes were all grounded.”
“You remember that odious movie you and the girls love. The one with Steve Martin in it.” There was a twinkle in Miranda’s eyes and the corners of her beautiful mouth were turned up.
“Planes, trains, and automobiles?” Andy’s smile was from ear to ear. She was trying very hard not to laugh.
“Never doubt how much I love you Andrea,” her expression was serious.
“Never.” Andy ran her hands up and down Miranda’s arms. “Are you hungry? Is there anything I can do for you?” Andy asked as she helped Miranda out of her coat.
“Yes, let’s go into the living room and listen to some music. We can enjoy the fire and the tree.” Andy got the fire and music going again and joined her lover on the couch. They sat quietly wrapped around each other for a little while. They enjoyed watching the snow and listening to the Christmas music and the fire crackle.
After a few songs played, one of Andy’s favorites started up. She started to rock back and forth to the melody in Miranda’s arms. Miranda stood up and turned around holding her hand out to pull Andy with her to the middle of the room. They started to slow dance, bodies very close together.
Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby’s gone, I have no friends
To wish me greetings, ooh, once again
Choirs will be singing “Silent Night”
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please, come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas, by New Year’s night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
This is Christmas, yes, Christmas, my dear
The time of year to be with the one you love
Oh, won’t you tell me, you’ll never more roam?
Christmas and New Year’s will find you home
There’ll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
Then I’ll be happy, happy once again
By the end of the music they were kissing passionately and clothes were being pulled off. “Miranda?” Kiss. Gasp. A soft moan. “Are you sure you don’t want any dinner?”
“Darling, I’m not hungry for food.” With a throaty laugh Miranda pulled Andy down on the lavish rug in front of the fireplace.
They were still making love hours later. Andy heard the Grandfather clock chime midnight through an orgasmic haze. She was spread out underneath Miranda whose glistening sex was open and pressed against hers. Miranda alternated her hand positions from her breasts to her hips as she undulated above her. Andy had her legs wrapped around her hips and jerked whenever Miranda’s hard clitoris slid over hers. Their bodies were dripping with sweat and their arousal. With each pump of her hips, Miranda watched Andy’s breasts gently bounce. When Andy finally reached around and cupped her ass, her orgasm burned through her like a fire. Andy climaxed from the rapturous expression on her lover’s face. Miranda rolled to her side, still caressing Andy’s luscious curvy body. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
“Mmm. Yes it is,” was Andy’s saucy reply. They shared an intimate loving smile before mouths mated again.
The End
Christmas Song they listened to: Aaron Neville “Please Come Home for Christmas”
Comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading.