BUILDING DREAMS TOGETHER 2/?
Title: BUILDING DREAMS TOGETHER 2/?
Sequel to Making Dreams Come True
Rating: G for now
Pairing: Mirada/Andy
Summary: AU What if at the end of the movie instead of the nod and wave, Andy mouthed ‘thank you’ and Miranda then nodded to her before she got in the car and smiled?
Disclaimer: This is especially important as I'm sure I DO NOT own or have rights to The Devil Wears Prada or any of its characters.
A/N: The next chapter in the lives of our lovely Ladies. I hope I am still staying as close to the actual characters as I intend. Let me know!
Best to read Making Dreams Come True First. Posted on my journal page.
http://mxrolkr.livejournal.com/5222.html
A/N 2: HUGE THANKS TO RADAK FOR THE AWSOME ARTWORK!
Thanks for reading!!!
2
Shopping with Nigel and Miranda should have been declared an Olympic event. It could be added to the decathlon.
After only five hours they had furnished Andy’s new apartment. Living room, dining room, guest room, kitchen, both bathrooms and her office. It shouldn’t have surprised her that the accessories, kitchenware’s, linens and everything else was enthusiastically given to Miranda free of charge. Her appearance in their stores was worth more to the retailers than any cost of said items. Because of that Andy was well within the budget she had decided on. The only room left to decorate and furnish was her master bedroom.
Andy had seen a bedroom set she fell instantly in love with in the first store they visited, but knew the price tag was way too much for her to afford. Unfortunately, nothing she saw the rest of the day compared. So she decided she would settle for now and put it at the top of her list of dream items to work towards. That was truly okay with her. The furnishings and other items she had purchased were more than she could ever have dreamt of.
“Well” Nigel said, “all we have left is the master. Anything catch her eye today Six?”
“Yes, but for now I’m just going to get something to get me through.”
Miranda eyed her incredulously.
“Everything is so wonderful, but I’m not willing to put myself in debt when I’m just starting to earn a decent living. I can live without a bedroom set. I have for years. Besides, it gives me something to work towards.”
Miranda was still staring at her.
Andy returned to the glare, “what?”
“You will not settle.”
Andy sighed, “Sweetheart, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind.”
Nigel and Emily suddenly found the other side of the store fascinating.
“I do” Miranda stated firmly.
Andy took a deep breath. “The rest of my place is going to be amazing.” She smiled, “I’m very happy. Besides, no one will be seeing the room.”
“I would certainly hope not.” Miranda said softly.
Andy smirked, stepped closer to the woman, took a breath and reached out to gently touch her hand.
The older woman looked down at the gesture. The simple connection of their skin meeting sent a pulse through her heart. She looked back up into Andy’s big brown eyes.
“Well, maybe one someone, in the near future.” She smiled and brushed her thumb over Miranda soft skin. “But for now, I don’t really want anything extravagant and not be able to share it, or have to sleep in a big bed alone.”
The simple stroke from Andréa’s thumb was clouding the older woman’s thoughts. She felt herself slipping into the caress. It’d been so long since anyone had touched her in such a simple loving way. Actually, had they ever? Her mind failed to remember such a mere gesture, filling her so fully.
“Perhaps it won’t be too long of a wait.” The editor whispered gazing again at their hands. Andréa’s thumb paused at the statement, causing Miranda to look up at her again.
Andréa caught her breath, from the statement as much as the heated eyes meeting her own. “God you are so beautiful.” Only when her love smiled at her, did she realized she had spoken aloud. She cleared her throat. The younger woman squeezed her hand. “I hope that is the case.” She smiled shyly. “Until then, though, I can settle for cheap.”
Miranda chose in that instant not to push the subject anymore. If this relationship was going to work, she had to learn to compromise and to swallow her pride. Accepting Andréa as her equal meant respecting her decisions.
“All right. However, I reserve the right to revisit this discussion when circumstances change.”
Andy chuckled, “I can live with that. I would expect nothing less from you.”
“Very well. Should we get something to eat?”
Andréa let her hand fall. Miranda felt the loss immediately. “Anything you want. I’m grateful for every minute I have with you.”
“The feeling is mutual, I assure you.” The older woman said lovingly. The two women walked over to Nigel and Emily.
“I believe a meal is in order. We can discuss a schedule to complete the renovations of Andréa’s apartment.”
“Yes Miranda.” They reply together. She turned on her heel and headed to the door and waiting car outside.
Nigel cupped Andy’s elbow and whispered in her ear, “so Six, which set did you agree to?”
“None”
He stopped in his tracks. Shook his head, smiled and caught up with the three women muttering to himself, “of course not.”
Andy had become a formidable woman. Miranda’s equal in most every way; her success, her talent, her drive and her stubbornness. Gone was the naïve assistant chasing after the icon. Before them sat the writer desired by every notable publication in the country. Beside Miranda sat the only person in her adult life she had ever willingly lowered her walls of protection for. There was nothing the younger woman could not accomplish, including understanding and accepting the challenge to master the maze of emotions and fears that the editor kept hidden from the world. She trusted Andréa. And on that was the foundation she would build a life with the woman.
After the four finished the meal they return to Andy’s apartment. Emily had scheduled the deliveries for Saturday afternoon. Miranda, Nigel, Emily with Serena would return early Sunday morning to begin arranging the space that was to become Andy’s new home.
She escorted them to the door. She hugged Nigel and Emily, “thank you, guys, so much. I can hardly wait until Sunday.”
They hugged her back. They looked at Miranda, who was standing behind Andy with a brow raised.
“We’ll wait in the car”. Nigel said and they left.
Andy turned to face Miranda. She took her hand. They both looked down at the gesture, again, so simple yet so full of meaning. After a few moments of comfortable silence Andy spoke. “Thank you is not enough to tell you how grateful I am for what you have done for me.”
Miranda remained silent, letting the woman’s words wash over her.
“Today was probably the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She looked up to meet Miranda’s eyes. They were soft and kind and so full of love. “Giving me the chance to become what you need and to love you is something I will never take for granted.” She took Miranda’s other hand in hers. “We’ve spent the last few months talking without speaking, feeling without touching.”
Miranda’s mind was screaming, her body hummed and burned. Every word Andréa spoke hit her soul. She never would have believed she could be this responsive, this unbelievably in love.
“We’ve come so far from where we began, but we both know we still have a long way to go.”
Miranda blinked slowly.
“I would like to start moving towards our future together. If that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” the older woman whispered, “that would be acceptable.”
Andy released the breath she was holding and smiled, that beautiful smile that lit her eyes and filled Miranda spirit. She would never tire of putting that expression on the younger beauty’s face.
Andy leaned in closer to her ladylove and kissed her on the cheek. She closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of a soft warm skin beneath her lips. She heard and felt Miranda take two quick sharp breaths.
When Andy drew back and opened her eyes, she had to catch her breath as well. The smile on Miranda’s face was one she hoped to put their a million times more. She was so stunning; she glowed and her eyes shone bright blue.
“I’ll see you Sunday.”
“Yes,” Miranda squeezed the soft gentle hands in hers, “you will.”
They released their hold on each other, reluctantly, and Miranda stepped around her to the door. She turned to her in the doorway, “oh, and Andréa, see that you flatter another designer as you did Gucci today on Sunday. That’s all.”
Miranda turned on her Prada heels and left an evil grin on her face.
Andy chuckled and shook her head, “yes Miranda.” She closed the door on the retreating woman’s back. Her head rested against the door and a long sigh left her lungs. “Damn, I love that woman.” She turned and went to change her clothes and continue the tasks she was doing before the whirlwind that was Miranda had arrived.
Andy was up early Sunday morning. She was expecting the troops between eight and nine. That was almost 2 hours away. So she decided to take a walk in her new neighborhood to try to find a coffeehouse. Keeping Miranda and the other’s well supplied with caffeine all day was definitely a must.
The writer made it back to her apartment twenty minutes before eight. Five minutes to spare, enough time to set up the coffee and pastries for everyone, before her loves standard fifteen minute earlier rival.
7:45 on the dot the buzzer sounded. Andy smiled as she walked to the intercom and push the button to allow everyone’s entrance.
Miranda had picked up Nigel. Emily and Serena arrived as they pulled up in the car. The two younger women had made a decision to no longer keep their relationship a secret from their boss. After all, she was in a relationship with another woman as well. They knew she was well aware that it had no effect on her job performance, or she would have discovered it long ago. So, they were walking hand-in-hand to meet the car as it stopped and Miranda and Nigel got out.
Miranda looked at the join hands then up at their faces and gave a slight nod, turned and made her way to the steps of Andy’s building and pushed the doorbell.