New fic: Four Suites and One Room, Part II
Title: Four Suites and One Room
Author: chilly_flame
Rating: M
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything associated with The Devil Wears Prada. Too bad.
Notes: This story is for corby1970 , who bid for this story and subsequently made an amazing donation tohelp_haiti . This might not be exactly what you asked for, but in any case, thank you, corby1970 , for your generosity. Thanks also to everyone else in the comm who dug deep and made donations of your own, plus of course my appreciation for my ever-present beta, Xander.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
2. The second time, Andy was drunk, but Miranda was sober.
“Tell her it’s her cousin Daisy,” Andy told the assistant when she called. “Tell her I’m visiting from Laguna Niguel.”
Daisy was Andy’s code name. She had no idea why Miranda chose it, but asked Andy to call her the next time she was in town if she wanted to “get together” again. That is if “get together” meant “fuck each other’s brains out for 10 hours straight.” They hadn’t slept at all that night back in LA. They’d tried every position Andy had known, and some she didn’t. They’d screwed in the bathtub, on the hotel rug, on the cold tile floor of the balcony under a moonlit sky with the sound of ocean urging them on. Andy doubted that last location was a good idea for the sake of privacy, but she couldn’t say no to Miranda. She’d never been able to.
Now she was in town, and she’d been reliving her debauched romp with Miranda nightly for four months. She was ready to get some for real, so when Lily mentioned a trip east for a long weekend, Andy said, “Absolutely.” Since they were staying with friends in Prospect Park, Andy decided to book a room at a fancy hotel in midtown with a great restaurant in it. That way, Miranda could show up and not raise any red flags if someone saw her there.
The anonymous assistant came back on the line. “Miranda says to text her with your location, and she’ll meet you at 5pm for dinner.”
Andy flushed. She wondered who would eat first.
“Yes,” she said absently, and hung up. Quickly she texted Miranda’s cellphone with the hotel and room number. A corner room with a great view of the city, including the Chrysler building to the south. Andy was already planning to take Miranda from behind against one of the windows while the lights were off, so they could both watch the skyline while they came. Miranda would probably be up for that.
At 5, Andy had a table set with half a paycheck’s worth of food and wine. She had a vibrator stashed in her suitcase (she had been deeply paranoid going through airport security) and considered using it to take the edge off, but she assumed Miranda would be here shortly, and didn’t.
An hour later, Miranda hadn’t shown up, and Andy had lost the desire to get off. By 7, she had drunk half the bottle of wine and decimated the food. By 8, she had ordered a second bottle of wine from room service, and three different desserts that she had every intention of eating while watching porn on the hotel television. She’d never done so before, but if she wasn’t getting nailed tonight, she’d watch someone else doing it.
She couldn’t imagine anything more pathetic. It seemed appropriate considering her mood.
There was a knock on the door, and Andy stumbled toward it, ten dollars in hand for a tip. But it wasn’t someone delivering food. It was Miranda, whose beauty managed to steal Andy’s breath even though she really wanted to punch her in the face. She laughed, and wiped the corners of her mouth. “You’ve got some nerve. You could have texted me.”
“I was busy,” Miranda said, pushing Andy backwards and shutting the door behind her. “You didn’t give me a great deal of notice.” She eyed Andy’s wrinkled Dior dress, all the way down to her bare feet. “I take it you’ve found a way to stay occupied?”
“Yeah,” Andy said, watching Miranda glance around at the wreck of the room service table and empty wine bottle. “I thought I’d watch some porn.”
Miranda smirked. “Maybe later,” she said, grabbing at Andy’s neck and kissing her fiercely.
Andy was disappointed in herself for doing so, but she moaned, and kissed back. She couldn’t help it. She was halfway to naked when someone knocked on the door again, and she cursed herself for ordering more food, and Miranda for having such a terrible sense of timing. “It’s room service. I’ve got to get it.”
Miranda removed her mouth from around Andy’s nipple, and glared at her.
Wrapped in a robe from the back of the bathroom door thrown hastily on, she greeted the server. “I’ll take it from here,” Andy said when the woman tried to push the cart into the room. “Here.” She handed over the cash. “Bye.”
Embarrassed, Andy tried to get things back to where she’d left them with Miranda, but Miranda wanted to know what Andy had ordered. “Wine,” she said.
“Good. And what else--” When Miranda lifted the lid off the tray, she gaped. “Did you order everything from the dessert menu?”
“I was irritated. I thought it would make me feel better.”
Miranda looked at her carefully. “It will. Eventually.” She dropped the lid back on the tray and shoved Andy back, all the way to the bed.
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Later, Andy rested against Miranda’s chest, nestled between her legs. They were watching the hotel’s Skinemax channel, which was a step below pay per view and would not be conspicuous on Andy’s bill.
“Is this supposed to be sexy?” Miranda demanded to know, clearly appalled. “It’s not even remotely arousing.”
Andy sighed. “I know.”
“Men must make this dreck. No woman in her right mind would consider this worth watching even for masturbatory purposes.”
Rolling her eyes, Andy said, “Hey, I’m sure it works for plenty of people. If nobody watched it, it wouldn’t get made, right? Supply and demand and all that.”
“That’s no excuse.”
They watched for a few more minutes, as the woman rubbed all over her man in a weird representation of sex that was truly unsexy. On the other hand, it was pretty funny. Andy couldn’t help laugh when the guy turned his partner over and tried to make his grunts of ecstasy convincing.
“Her breasts are fake,” Miranda pronounced. “This is revolting. Turn it off.”
Leave it to Miranda to take the fun out of watching bad soft porn. “Oh, fine.” Andy turned the station. There wasn’t much to choose from, and Miranda was picky. Ultimately, she shut the tv off altogether and glanced at the clock. It was only eleven but Andy was exhausted. However, she had something she needed to check off her fantasy list. “You tired?”
There was a pause. “What did you have in mind?”
As expected, Miranda didn’t need much encouragement, so a few minutes later Andy found herself staring at the back of Miranda’s neck, kissing it, panting with desire as they both leaned against the window ledge. With the lights off, it was a little scarier than Andy had expected, staring out into the gorgeous night skyline. When she slipped her fingers between Miranda’s legs, they both groaned. Andy traced one shoulder with sharp teeth, smelling sex and wine and traces of the chocolate from the dessert they’d shared. Most of her anger had vanished, but what little remained encouraged her to push inside just a little harder than normal. Miranda hissed, but hunched over and shoved her ass higher. “Again,” Miranda said, glancing over her shoulder. “I know you want to.”
So Andy did, and Miranda leaned on her elbows, pressing her forehead against the glass.
“Oh, god, Andrea,” Miranda breathed. “Andrea--” the last syllable was drawn out long and sweet, and Andy loved hearing her name leave Miranda’s lips. Reaching back, Miranda pulled Andy closer against her. Andy caught her rhythm, driving more deeply and gazing out onto the city that had drawn them together so long ago.
“Miranda,” Andy echoed, as all the words she wanted to say bubbled up inside her. I adore you, I want you, I can’t stop thinking about you, please tell me you need me too. But her thoughts derailed when Miranda’s fingers fell between her own legs and rubbed near Andy’s hand. Everything sped up, and soon Miranda cried out, thrusting, holding Andy’s hand in place as she trembled violently in orgasm. “Ohh,” Andy moaned, rubbing against Miranda’s ass until she came too, and the lights of the city and the one in her heart blinded her to everything else.
Part III.