Continuing this frustrating fic LOL
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It was too dark and cold of a night to be Thanksgiving, but Andy realized it wasn't the night that was giving her the blues. It has been 3 weeks since she's seen Miranda outside of the office. the first two weeks had past busily, leaving no time for the editor to unwind. She was lucky if she got a text from the older woman during the week. The young woman's parents arrived on the last week, making Andy agonize over how much time was being stolen from the two friends. Convinced that Miranda had been trying to push her away, the brunette pressed her forehead to the cold window while her parents bustled about in the kitchen trying to get dinner ready. Andy flopped on the couch, toying with her phone. She was tempted to call Miranda and wish her a Happy Thanksgiving, but she knew the editor was probably spending that precious time with her daughters.
"What's the matter, honey?" Mr. Sachs walked over to his pouting daughter and sat next to her with a sigh. "Woman troubles? Or should I say Miranda troubles?" He wrapped and arm around Andy's shoulders. The young woman Smiled sadly. "Why don't you call her?" Mr. Sachs looked up from his daughter to his wife, who was making her way over to them. With a shrug, the young brunette tossed her cell to the other side of the couch.
"She's with her daughters. What am I supposed to say to her anyway? Why haven't you talked to me even though we've both been extremely busy? That seems a bit childish, dad." The girl sighed in frustration. Mrs. Sachs swooped down on her husbands lap and wrapped her arms around him.
"She may not know you love her, but she has to know you care about her. Wish her a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm sure she'll appreciate you taking the time to call." Mrs. Sachs offered, but in a fit of confusion, Andy nodded, shrugged then shook her head.
"I don't know, Ma. Sometimes I seem to eager. I don't even know if she's avoiding me on purpose. Maybe she doesn't want me in her life anymore. Or she could just be that busy." The girl had an excuse for everything, but her parents were reluctant to let their child suffer.
"Why don't we sit down and eat and maybe you'll figure out what you want to do." Mr Sachs chimed in, hopeful that his daughter will have the guts to call Miranda. All three got up and sat at the well set table. Dinner went by silently; Andy barely ate, she pushed her food around her plate while sighing. "Ok, I think I've had enough; call her, Andrea Hailey Sachs, or I will." Mr. Sachs looked into his daughter's eyes, leaving Andy with a memory of her childhood.
"I can't, Daddy. She's with her girls." Andy whined, finding it easy to bypass her father's firm ultimatum.
"Then send her a message. Oh, what do they call it? Tex?" Mrs. Sachs waved her hands through the air while grasping at straws. Andy giggled and received a swat from her mother.
"Text, Mother, text." The girl stood up to retrieve her phone and shrieked. Both her parents looked up, startled.
"What? Someone die?" Mrs. Sachs exaggerated while standing up and made her way to her daughter. When she looked down at the phone and smiled. "She sent her a message." She wrapped an arm around her daughter.
"What does it say?" Mr. Sachs' eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Andy glanced up at them then returned to her phone.
"It says, 'I remember you telling me that your parents are in town for the week. I hope you're enjoying their company. I know your time is limited with them so, I'll be brief: Happy Thanksgiving. Heart MP." With a grin, the girl looked up at her parents.
"Well? Message her back!" Her mother shrieked with a smile while Mr. Sachs chuckled.
"What do I say?" The young brunette looked panicked.
"What does your heart tell you to say?" Mr. Sachs is such a romantic. The girl worried a bottom lip while she thought.
"I miss her." She offered as an answer and her father nodded. Andy pounded the keys, but couldn't force herself to send it. "I can't say that to her; she'll know, I don't want her to know." She rolled her eyes at how juvenile it would seem to someone so classy as Miranda. A quick movement out of the corner of her eye, then her phone was gone.
"I miss you." Mrs. Sachs read aloud. "Perfect! How long do you plan on keeping her in the dark?" She pressed send while Andy made desperate attempts to get her phone back. "Sent." Mrs. Sachs said all too cheerfully while Andy glared on.
"I hate you right now." The girl pouted and fell onto the couch to panic quietly. Mrs. Sachs shook her head and moved to sit down next to her husband. It has only been a few minutes when Andy's phone vibrated. "If this says 'we need to talk' I'm never talking to you again." She joked, getting a chuckle from her mother. She opened the message and read aloud. "'Come over after dinner. I don't have the girls, so I'm all alone and I miss you too.'" Tears welled up behind her eyelids. "Have I told you that I love you lately?" Andy chuckled with relief, getting nods and smiles from both her parents. She nervously shifted and looked apprehensively at them.
"Go." Mr. and Mrs. Sachs nodded again, receiving a grin from Andy. She text that she was on her way while walking in the general direction of the door.
"Thank you!" She called back before leaving. On her way to Miranda's townhouse, Andy stopped by a liquor store and picked up the most expensive bottle of whiskey. She took a cab the rest of the way, feeling less and less confident with each mile. Before they reached the townhouse, the brunette glanced at the meter, estimated how much it would come out to, and shoved money in the cab driver's direction. She nearly jumped out of the car when she saw her destination, torn between wanting to see Miranda and being extremely nervous. When she finally arrived, she had to force herself to the door and to ring the bell. A shadow through the covered glass became a clear silhouette before the door opened. Miranda looked beaten and worn in her silk pajamas. "Hi, babe." Andy tested getting a weak smile from the older woman. Miranda closed the door, leaving her arm stretched to pull the brunette into a hug.
"Hello, darling." The editor moved in, enveloping the younger woman and meaning to kiss her cheek but missed; a tender kiss was planted just under the girls jaw. She ignored it but Andy made it awkward when she stiffened. When they pulled away, the brunette lifted the bottle in her hand, showing the other woman that she bought a peace offering. With a nod, the Editor lead the girl into the living room. She assumed her former position at the corner of the couch while the other woman set the bottle down on the table and went to retrieve two short glasses. When the brunette turned, she became aware of a pair of blue eyes following her every move. Returning with the glasses in hand, Andy sat near to Miranda. The bottoms of the glasses met the wood of the table with two soft clunks before the brunette opened the whiskey bottle and poured a shot's worth in each glass. Brown eyes locked onto icy blue while one of the glasses was handed over. Miranda knocked it back instead of sipping it; her throat exposed while swallowing, making the other woman follow the outline of the tendon all the way down to the dip at the base of her throat. She watched as the editor's eyes slid shut and her head tipped forward. With a sigh, Miranda switched positions, pressing her back against the arm and bending her knees.
"Busy month?" The younger woman asked and sipped at her whiskey. Miranda scoffed and wrapped one arm around her leg.
"Every month is busy with what I have to do, but this one has been especially brutal." She lowered her forehead to her knees. "I just don't feel like doing anything these days." The confession was quiet and muffled. Andy nodded before taking into account that the other woman couldn't see her.
"That sounds like depression. What are you depressed about?" The young woman reached over and caressed a pale hand with the back of her index finger. That same hand turned over and took the younger woman's in a firm hold. Andy was slightly surprised, but this was comfort; she could do comfort.
"I think it's more stress than depression." Miranda looked up and tightened her hold before letting go. "Irv is threatening my position again and I have to find someone to replace Nigel.” Blue orbs rolled as a sigh of exhaustion escaped from the older woman.
“You can’t promote Liza?” Andy but her glass down in front of her before returning her attention to the other woman.
“His assistant? She doesn’t… She’s not quiet ready.” Miranda mumbled while the other woman pulled her feet onto her lap.
“I can set up interviews if you’d like.” The girl pressed her thumbs into the arch of the sole and began kneading away the tension.
“No business tonight, just…” A groan slipped and the editor waved away the girl’s suggestion. “Oh God! Keep doing that.” She melted into the couch as chills rippled through her body.
A grin erupted on Andy’s face. She hoped it was enough to cover the blush that threatened to expose her secret.
“Feel good?” A hum of contentment was her only response. She decided to push her luck and slipped her thumb lower while reaching up to wrap her hand around the tendon, cradling the editor’s foot in her palm. Both her thumbs circled around two different pressure points, one at the other woman’s ankle and the other near the heal of her foot. Andy glanced up, watching as the older woman shifted to recline her head. As soon as Miranda’s eyes closed, Andy allowed her eyes to roam the editor’s body. The hypnotic rise and fall of the older woman’s chest held her attention for a second before she raked her eyes downwards, over the flat abdomen and settled on lean thighs. A muscle twitched, making brown orbs flash up to the silver haired woman’s face. No, she had not been caught; the other woman still had her head reclined and her eyes shut. Unable to control herself, she dragged her eyes over Miranda’s breasts again. She was surprised to see the editor’s breathing became shallow. Mesmerized, she looked on. Flesh puckered and kissed the silk fabric making Andy’s mouth water. She felt excitement crash land between her legs as she pulled her eyes away. The girl felt like she was intruding when her peripherals detected movement. From the corner of her eye, she saw Miranda’s pale hand lift and glide across her body. The girl though that maybe the other woman was checking to see if her nipples had, indeed, hardened.
“Andrea… What are you doing?” The editor’s voice dropped two octaves, making her sound like she was just offered vintage Chanel goods.
“Relaxing you.” The assistant looked up only to be taken aback by how carnal the other woman’s expression was. The usually stoic woman’s lips were parted, pupils were dilated, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Yes… well… I’ve never needed a cigarette after a massage.” Her mind clouded with lascivious thoughts, she gazed over at the girl. “There are pressure points in the foot that sexually stimulates one if done correctly.” She continued with a nod. “You hit both of them.” Her lungs inflated sharply, when Andy didn’t relent.
“That?” The girl’s eyebrow rose when she pressed against the arch. “And that?” Watching Miranda react to her touch like that was driving her crazy but she had to play innocent for fear of being rejected.
“That would be them.” The editor strained to keep from biting her bottom lip and very nearly sighed in relief when the other woman released her foot. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that was purposely done.” A high pitched laugh that was akin to a squeak met her ears. “But then I’m left with one question: Why would you ever want to seduce an old woman like me?” She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the girl roll her eyes.
“You’re nuts! You are incredibly sexy, Miranda! I mean… I-you…” Andy’s stutter came to a stop when a grey eyebrow rose.
“That’s an unusual word to hear from someone as young as you.” Miranda pulled her feet away slowly, dragging them across the cushion while one thought crossed her mind: Am I the one you can’t get out of your mind, Andrea?
“I think using ‘hot’ to describe an attractive person died when Paris Hilton began abusing it.” The brunette reached for her drink and tossed it back with a groan. I was almost exposed, the assistant thought.
The editor observed a range of emotions play on her guest’s features.
“What’s wrong?” Miranda wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knee. Her eyes followed her assistant as the girl poured herself another shot and gulped it down. Brown eyes slowly crept up the silk pajamas and locked on to the editors.
“I’m definitely a lesbian.” The brunette let out a nervous chuckle, receiving a smile from the fashionista. Andy bowed her head, keeping her eyes glued to her lap. “Nate called me last week.” The girl paused and fidgeted.
“Go on.” Miranda’s voice could have kept and ice sculpture from melting on a hot summer day.
“He wanted to visit me sometime next month. Mind you, I haven’t seen him or heard from him since we went to Paris. He said he wants me back, but I cant even bare the though of kissing him. That’s when it occurred to me that I can’t lie about who I am anymore. I already came out to my parents last week, before they came over and they seem to be taking it well. My mother said that she knew since I was little. She also mentioned something about an obsession with Wonder Woman reruns.” Andy giggled getting a snort from Miranda.
“A lesbian who had an infatuation with Linda Carter. No, that’s not stereo typical.” The editor mocked with a chuckle. She pulled back when the girl reached over to slap her arm, but the assistant stopped in mid air.
“How do you know if that’s stereo typical?” Andy pulled back and watched as the other woman picked on invisible lint on her knee “Miranda? Is there something you’re not telling me?” She reached over and touched under the editor’s chin, forcing the other woman to make eye contact.
“I might as well tell you; it’ll be coming in the next edition of The Advocate anyway.” Miranda took Andy’s hand in hers and sighed. “I did have a lesbian fling.” Her eyes flickered to the girls dropped jaw. “It was the seventies and I was in college. I didn’t have to lie to that ridiculous excuse for a magazine. Well, not much.” She let out a harsh chuckle. “I was a little vague on the details. I do have to maintain my image, and you shouldn’t admit to drinking an abnormal amount of alcohol. Then you’re perceived as an alcoholic and I am not an alcoholic.” Miranda sighed and released her grip on the girl’s hand.
“So your only experience is one drunken night?” The girl giggled while the older woman turned her body and crossed her legs.
“No, when I said fling, I meant it.” The editor glanced over at her guest and felt a blush spread over her cheeks at the simple smirk she was given. “And what do you mean only experience? You’re supposed to be a lesbian; what kind of experience do you have?” With a raised eyebrow, Miranda fought back.
“Damn… you’re right, I need to get laid.” The assistant nudged her boss’ shoulder gently. “It’s nice to hear your experience doesn’t end at a drunken unmemorable night.” She reached over and rubbed the other woman’s back before pulling away quickly.
“Oh, I remember that night, more so than the others. It was our first night together and I had done some research prior.” When the editor heard her assistant stifle a laugh, she began to chuckle. Both women collapsed together and submitted to the laughter that threatened to cramp their stomachs.
“Miranda Priestly, always the over achiever.” The older woman glared at her assistant though a grin. “What did you learn?” The girl asked all to seriously.
“If you want to know, find out for yourself.” Miranda stood and just before Andy decided to be a smart ass.
“That sounded like an invitation.” The editor turned to face her assistant with a smirk.
“Maybe… when hell freezes over.” A thin hand reached out and jostled Andy’s head by her jaw. “It could happen.” A quick sashay of her hips and the woman left the room only to return in a few seconds with two bottles of Pellegrino. “Drink this. That whiskey was horrible and is liable to leave you with a headache.” The girl took the bottle from Miranda while standing.
“I actually should get going. I don’t want my parents to get the wrong idea.” She flicked her wrist and opened the bottle of water to take a sip.
“Why would the get the wrong idea? Didn’t you tell them you were coming here?” Miranda’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Yes…” The girl squinted her eyes, trying to figure out where this was going.
“Didn’t you tell them that I’m simply a friend?” The older woman’s eyebrows were no longer stuck together, but arched in slight annoyance. Andrea nodded and visibly shrank. That’s where it’s going…
“Yes…” The girl made a face and began to fidget with her bottle of Pellegrino.
“Have you told them about the woman you are interested in?” Miranda watched as Andy took a huge swig of her water.
“Yes, bu-“ The girl was cut off before she could explain herself.
“You didn’t tell them exactly who this woman is, so they think it’s me?” Instead of being upset, she looked amused. The brunette didn’t want to press her luck.
“I don’t know… maybe?” Andy lied. With a chuckle, Miranda reached forward and cupped her assistant’s cheek.
“You are precious.” She leaned in and gave Andy a quick, innocent, peck on the lips. It was sweet and familiar; a kiss she would give her daughters, not a lover. Still, the brunette was stunned. “You should get home before they think 'The Dragon Lady' ate you alive.” The older woman pulled back her hand and headed for the door with her assistant tailing her. She opened the door gracefully. “Well… Goodnight, darling.” She reached out, once more, and cupped the back of Andy’s head while leaning in to kiss her forehead. The girl sighed and smiled when Miranda pulled away.
“G’night babe.” On her way out, Andy had one thought: A kiss on the forehead… Yeah, she definitely doesn’t think of you as a lover. The door closed behind her and she realized that answer wasn’t acceptable. She’ll show Miranda what she’s missing. Andy glanced back at the house with a smirk. Let the games begin.
It was too dark and cold of a night to be Thanksgiving, but Andy realized it wasn't the night that was giving her the blues. It has been 3 weeks since she's seen Miranda outside of the office. the first two weeks had past busily, leaving no time for the editor to unwind. She was lucky if she got a text from the older woman during the week. The young woman's parents arrived on the last week, making Andy agonize over how much time was being stolen from the two friends. Convinced that Miranda had been trying to push her away, the brunette pressed her forehead to the cold window while her parents bustled about in the kitchen trying to get dinner ready. Andy flopped on the couch, toying with her phone. She was tempted to call Miranda and wish her a Happy Thanksgiving, but she knew the editor was probably spending that precious time with her daughters.
"What's the matter, honey?" Mr. Sachs walked over to his pouting daughter and sat next to her with a sigh. "Woman troubles? Or should I say Miranda troubles?" He wrapped and arm around Andy's shoulders. The young woman Smiled sadly. "Why don't you call her?" Mr. Sachs looked up from his daughter to his wife, who was making her way over to them. With a shrug, the young brunette tossed her cell to the other side of the couch.
"She's with her daughters. What am I supposed to say to her anyway? Why haven't you talked to me even though we've both been extremely busy? That seems a bit childish, dad." The girl sighed in frustration. Mrs. Sachs swooped down on her husbands lap and wrapped her arms around him.
"She may not know you love her, but she has to know you care about her. Wish her a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm sure she'll appreciate you taking the time to call." Mrs. Sachs offered, but in a fit of confusion, Andy nodded, shrugged then shook her head.
"I don't know, Ma. Sometimes I seem to eager. I don't even know if she's avoiding me on purpose. Maybe she doesn't want me in her life anymore. Or she could just be that busy." The girl had an excuse for everything, but her parents were reluctant to let their child suffer.
"Why don't we sit down and eat and maybe you'll figure out what you want to do." Mr Sachs chimed in, hopeful that his daughter will have the guts to call Miranda. All three got up and sat at the well set table. Dinner went by silently; Andy barely ate, she pushed her food around her plate while sighing. "Ok, I think I've had enough; call her, Andrea Hailey Sachs, or I will." Mr. Sachs looked into his daughter's eyes, leaving Andy with a memory of her childhood.
"I can't, Daddy. She's with her girls." Andy whined, finding it easy to bypass her father's firm ultimatum.
"Then send her a message. Oh, what do they call it? Tex?" Mrs. Sachs waved her hands through the air while grasping at straws. Andy giggled and received a swat from her mother.
"Text, Mother, text." The girl stood up to retrieve her phone and shrieked. Both her parents looked up, startled.
"What? Someone die?" Mrs. Sachs exaggerated while standing up and made her way to her daughter. When she looked down at the phone and smiled. "She sent her a message." She wrapped an arm around her daughter.
"What does it say?" Mr. Sachs' eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Andy glanced up at them then returned to her phone.
"It says, 'I remember you telling me that your parents are in town for the week. I hope you're enjoying their company. I know your time is limited with them so, I'll be brief: Happy Thanksgiving. Heart MP." With a grin, the girl looked up at her parents.
"Well? Message her back!" Her mother shrieked with a smile while Mr. Sachs chuckled.
"What do I say?" The young brunette looked panicked.
"What does your heart tell you to say?" Mr. Sachs is such a romantic. The girl worried a bottom lip while she thought.
"I miss her." She offered as an answer and her father nodded. Andy pounded the keys, but couldn't force herself to send it. "I can't say that to her; she'll know, I don't want her to know." She rolled her eyes at how juvenile it would seem to someone so classy as Miranda. A quick movement out of the corner of her eye, then her phone was gone.
"I miss you." Mrs. Sachs read aloud. "Perfect! How long do you plan on keeping her in the dark?" She pressed send while Andy made desperate attempts to get her phone back. "Sent." Mrs. Sachs said all too cheerfully while Andy glared on.
"I hate you right now." The girl pouted and fell onto the couch to panic quietly. Mrs. Sachs shook her head and moved to sit down next to her husband. It has only been a few minutes when Andy's phone vibrated. "If this says 'we need to talk' I'm never talking to you again." She joked, getting a chuckle from her mother. She opened the message and read aloud. "'Come over after dinner. I don't have the girls, so I'm all alone and I miss you too.'" Tears welled up behind her eyelids. "Have I told you that I love you lately?" Andy chuckled with relief, getting nods and smiles from both her parents. She nervously shifted and looked apprehensively at them.
"Go." Mr. and Mrs. Sachs nodded again, receiving a grin from Andy. She text that she was on her way while walking in the general direction of the door.
"Thank you!" She called back before leaving. On her way to Miranda's townhouse, Andy stopped by a liquor store and picked up the most expensive bottle of whiskey. She took a cab the rest of the way, feeling less and less confident with each mile. Before they reached the townhouse, the brunette glanced at the meter, estimated how much it would come out to, and shoved money in the cab driver's direction. She nearly jumped out of the car when she saw her destination, torn between wanting to see Miranda and being extremely nervous. When she finally arrived, she had to force herself to the door and to ring the bell. A shadow through the covered glass became a clear silhouette before the door opened. Miranda looked beaten and worn in her silk pajamas. "Hi, babe." Andy tested getting a weak smile from the older woman. Miranda closed the door, leaving her arm stretched to pull the brunette into a hug.
"Hello, darling." The editor moved in, enveloping the younger woman and meaning to kiss her cheek but missed; a tender kiss was planted just under the girls jaw. She ignored it but Andy made it awkward when she stiffened. When they pulled away, the brunette lifted the bottle in her hand, showing the other woman that she bought a peace offering. With a nod, the Editor lead the girl into the living room. She assumed her former position at the corner of the couch while the other woman set the bottle down on the table and went to retrieve two short glasses. When the brunette turned, she became aware of a pair of blue eyes following her every move. Returning with the glasses in hand, Andy sat near to Miranda. The bottoms of the glasses met the wood of the table with two soft clunks before the brunette opened the whiskey bottle and poured a shot's worth in each glass. Brown eyes locked onto icy blue while one of the glasses was handed over. Miranda knocked it back instead of sipping it; her throat exposed while swallowing, making the other woman follow the outline of the tendon all the way down to the dip at the base of her throat. She watched as the editor's eyes slid shut and her head tipped forward. With a sigh, Miranda switched positions, pressing her back against the arm and bending her knees.
"Busy month?" The younger woman asked and sipped at her whiskey. Miranda scoffed and wrapped one arm around her leg.
"Every month is busy with what I have to do, but this one has been especially brutal." She lowered her forehead to her knees. "I just don't feel like doing anything these days." The confession was quiet and muffled. Andy nodded before taking into account that the other woman couldn't see her.
"That sounds like depression. What are you depressed about?" The young woman reached over and caressed a pale hand with the back of her index finger. That same hand turned over and took the younger woman's in a firm hold. Andy was slightly surprised, but this was comfort; she could do comfort.
"I think it's more stress than depression." Miranda looked up and tightened her hold before letting go. "Irv is threatening my position again and I have to find someone to replace Nigel.” Blue orbs rolled as a sigh of exhaustion escaped from the older woman.
“You can’t promote Liza?” Andy but her glass down in front of her before returning her attention to the other woman.
“His assistant? She doesn’t… She’s not quiet ready.” Miranda mumbled while the other woman pulled her feet onto her lap.
“I can set up interviews if you’d like.” The girl pressed her thumbs into the arch of the sole and began kneading away the tension.
“No business tonight, just…” A groan slipped and the editor waved away the girl’s suggestion. “Oh God! Keep doing that.” She melted into the couch as chills rippled through her body.
A grin erupted on Andy’s face. She hoped it was enough to cover the blush that threatened to expose her secret.
“Feel good?” A hum of contentment was her only response. She decided to push her luck and slipped her thumb lower while reaching up to wrap her hand around the tendon, cradling the editor’s foot in her palm. Both her thumbs circled around two different pressure points, one at the other woman’s ankle and the other near the heal of her foot. Andy glanced up, watching as the older woman shifted to recline her head. As soon as Miranda’s eyes closed, Andy allowed her eyes to roam the editor’s body. The hypnotic rise and fall of the older woman’s chest held her attention for a second before she raked her eyes downwards, over the flat abdomen and settled on lean thighs. A muscle twitched, making brown orbs flash up to the silver haired woman’s face. No, she had not been caught; the other woman still had her head reclined and her eyes shut. Unable to control herself, she dragged her eyes over Miranda’s breasts again. She was surprised to see the editor’s breathing became shallow. Mesmerized, she looked on. Flesh puckered and kissed the silk fabric making Andy’s mouth water. She felt excitement crash land between her legs as she pulled her eyes away. The girl felt like she was intruding when her peripherals detected movement. From the corner of her eye, she saw Miranda’s pale hand lift and glide across her body. The girl though that maybe the other woman was checking to see if her nipples had, indeed, hardened.
“Andrea… What are you doing?” The editor’s voice dropped two octaves, making her sound like she was just offered vintage Chanel goods.
“Relaxing you.” The assistant looked up only to be taken aback by how carnal the other woman’s expression was. The usually stoic woman’s lips were parted, pupils were dilated, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Yes… well… I’ve never needed a cigarette after a massage.” Her mind clouded with lascivious thoughts, she gazed over at the girl. “There are pressure points in the foot that sexually stimulates one if done correctly.” She continued with a nod. “You hit both of them.” Her lungs inflated sharply, when Andy didn’t relent.
“That?” The girl’s eyebrow rose when she pressed against the arch. “And that?” Watching Miranda react to her touch like that was driving her crazy but she had to play innocent for fear of being rejected.
“That would be them.” The editor strained to keep from biting her bottom lip and very nearly sighed in relief when the other woman released her foot. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that was purposely done.” A high pitched laugh that was akin to a squeak met her ears. “But then I’m left with one question: Why would you ever want to seduce an old woman like me?” She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the girl roll her eyes.
“You’re nuts! You are incredibly sexy, Miranda! I mean… I-you…” Andy’s stutter came to a stop when a grey eyebrow rose.
“That’s an unusual word to hear from someone as young as you.” Miranda pulled her feet away slowly, dragging them across the cushion while one thought crossed her mind: Am I the one you can’t get out of your mind, Andrea?
“I think using ‘hot’ to describe an attractive person died when Paris Hilton began abusing it.” The brunette reached for her drink and tossed it back with a groan. I was almost exposed, the assistant thought.
The editor observed a range of emotions play on her guest’s features.
“What’s wrong?” Miranda wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knee. Her eyes followed her assistant as the girl poured herself another shot and gulped it down. Brown eyes slowly crept up the silk pajamas and locked on to the editors.
“I’m definitely a lesbian.” The brunette let out a nervous chuckle, receiving a smile from the fashionista. Andy bowed her head, keeping her eyes glued to her lap. “Nate called me last week.” The girl paused and fidgeted.
“Go on.” Miranda’s voice could have kept and ice sculpture from melting on a hot summer day.
“He wanted to visit me sometime next month. Mind you, I haven’t seen him or heard from him since we went to Paris. He said he wants me back, but I cant even bare the though of kissing him. That’s when it occurred to me that I can’t lie about who I am anymore. I already came out to my parents last week, before they came over and they seem to be taking it well. My mother said that she knew since I was little. She also mentioned something about an obsession with Wonder Woman reruns.” Andy giggled getting a snort from Miranda.
“A lesbian who had an infatuation with Linda Carter. No, that’s not stereo typical.” The editor mocked with a chuckle. She pulled back when the girl reached over to slap her arm, but the assistant stopped in mid air.
“How do you know if that’s stereo typical?” Andy pulled back and watched as the other woman picked on invisible lint on her knee “Miranda? Is there something you’re not telling me?” She reached over and touched under the editor’s chin, forcing the other woman to make eye contact.
“I might as well tell you; it’ll be coming in the next edition of The Advocate anyway.” Miranda took Andy’s hand in hers and sighed. “I did have a lesbian fling.” Her eyes flickered to the girls dropped jaw. “It was the seventies and I was in college. I didn’t have to lie to that ridiculous excuse for a magazine. Well, not much.” She let out a harsh chuckle. “I was a little vague on the details. I do have to maintain my image, and you shouldn’t admit to drinking an abnormal amount of alcohol. Then you’re perceived as an alcoholic and I am not an alcoholic.” Miranda sighed and released her grip on the girl’s hand.
“So your only experience is one drunken night?” The girl giggled while the older woman turned her body and crossed her legs.
“No, when I said fling, I meant it.” The editor glanced over at her guest and felt a blush spread over her cheeks at the simple smirk she was given. “And what do you mean only experience? You’re supposed to be a lesbian; what kind of experience do you have?” With a raised eyebrow, Miranda fought back.
“Damn… you’re right, I need to get laid.” The assistant nudged her boss’ shoulder gently. “It’s nice to hear your experience doesn’t end at a drunken unmemorable night.” She reached over and rubbed the other woman’s back before pulling away quickly.
“Oh, I remember that night, more so than the others. It was our first night together and I had done some research prior.” When the editor heard her assistant stifle a laugh, she began to chuckle. Both women collapsed together and submitted to the laughter that threatened to cramp their stomachs.
“Miranda Priestly, always the over achiever.” The older woman glared at her assistant though a grin. “What did you learn?” The girl asked all to seriously.
“If you want to know, find out for yourself.” Miranda stood and just before Andy decided to be a smart ass.
“That sounded like an invitation.” The editor turned to face her assistant with a smirk.
“Maybe… when hell freezes over.” A thin hand reached out and jostled Andy’s head by her jaw. “It could happen.” A quick sashay of her hips and the woman left the room only to return in a few seconds with two bottles of Pellegrino. “Drink this. That whiskey was horrible and is liable to leave you with a headache.” The girl took the bottle from Miranda while standing.
“I actually should get going. I don’t want my parents to get the wrong idea.” She flicked her wrist and opened the bottle of water to take a sip.
“Why would the get the wrong idea? Didn’t you tell them you were coming here?” Miranda’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Yes…” The girl squinted her eyes, trying to figure out where this was going.
“Didn’t you tell them that I’m simply a friend?” The older woman’s eyebrows were no longer stuck together, but arched in slight annoyance. Andrea nodded and visibly shrank. That’s where it’s going…
“Yes…” The girl made a face and began to fidget with her bottle of Pellegrino.
“Have you told them about the woman you are interested in?” Miranda watched as Andy took a huge swig of her water.
“Yes, bu-“ The girl was cut off before she could explain herself.
“You didn’t tell them exactly who this woman is, so they think it’s me?” Instead of being upset, she looked amused. The brunette didn’t want to press her luck.
“I don’t know… maybe?” Andy lied. With a chuckle, Miranda reached forward and cupped her assistant’s cheek.
“You are precious.” She leaned in and gave Andy a quick, innocent, peck on the lips. It was sweet and familiar; a kiss she would give her daughters, not a lover. Still, the brunette was stunned. “You should get home before they think 'The Dragon Lady' ate you alive.” The older woman pulled back her hand and headed for the door with her assistant tailing her. She opened the door gracefully. “Well… Goodnight, darling.” She reached out, once more, and cupped the back of Andy’s head while leaning in to kiss her forehead. The girl sighed and smiled when Miranda pulled away.
“G’night babe.” On her way out, Andy had one thought: A kiss on the forehead… Yeah, she definitely doesn’t think of you as a lover. The door closed behind her and she realized that answer wasn’t acceptable. She’ll show Miranda what she’s missing. Andy glanced back at the house with a smirk. Let the games begin.