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Slow Dancing in a Burning Room (2/?)
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy, Cassidy/Andy (unrequited)
disclaimer I do not own the Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement
summary When Cassidy came out of the closet she never imagined that her mother would be the competition.
Andy was standing in the elevator in fear. She had no idea what Miranda was going to say to her. She must have seen her outside the night before. What was Andy going to say? Was she going to give Cassidy up?
The elevator opened and Andy walked down the chillingly familiar hallway. She stopped in front of Emily's desk.
Emily looked up and was about to snark at her when recognition washed over her face. "You?"
"I think I have an appointment with Miranda." Andy craned her neck to look at the day planner on Emily's desk.
Emily scowled and looked down, "5 o'clock... she had me cancel something actually, there's nothing on the book."
"Then show her in, for Heaven's sake," Miranda said from the doorway of her office. "You made me get up."
Emily flushed bright red, "sorry, Miranda."
"Get me a coffee."
"Yes, Miranda." Emily jumped up and scurried off.
Andy walked into Miranda's office. It had been redone but Miranda's desk was still in the same spot at a perfect vantage point to see down the hallway. Miranda motioned dismissively to a chair as she sat behind her desk.
"Do you know why I've asked you to come see me today?" Miranda leaned back comfortably and watched Andy fidget. Miranda remained unsure that it was actually Andy she had seen, so she figured she'd let Andy confirm or deny.
Andy nodded once, "yes."
"You walked Cassidy home last night."
She nodded again, "yes, I did."
"Why?"
"Well," Andy fidgeted again, "I ran into her when I was out last night and I know she's still young and I knew that you wouldn't have let her be out that late on a school night, so I escorted her home."
Miranda listened and nodded. "Thank you."
Andy looked like she was struck dumb. Had Miranda actually said thank you? All of a sudden she was overcome with emotion. Ever since she'd left Runway she'd wanted Miranda to acknowledge that other people mattered. Everything else she'd felt for Miranda resurfaced and she had the sinking feeling that she'd just fallen back into Miranda's web.
Andy didn't read Page Six but she knew that Miranda wasn't seeing anyone. Dare she dream?
"Uh, y-you're welcome." Andy stammered.
"I really do mean it." Miranda said, "I'm afraid that as the parent of teenagers I am falling somewhat short and it really means a lot to me that after everything that happened between us you would look out of for one of my girls."
"I feel no animosity towards you, Miranda. I... understand why things went down the way they did in Paris. I had to leave for myself because I was lost." Andy admitted. "I owed you an explanation. I blamed you for changing me but I actually should thank you for showing me myself."
Miranda was surprised, her brow was furrowed in confusion and curiousity. She nodded a little, though she didn't really understand. "You're welcome, I suppose."
"Um," Andy started and before she could stop herself she asked, "would you like to get a drink with me sometime?"
"Tonight?"
Andy was stunned, yet again. "Sure." What?
"Good. Ritz-Carlton, 8 o'clock."
"Good." Andy nodded, "I'll see you then." Andy stood up and exited the office, afraid her legs were going to give up on her.
Emily opened her mouth to say something as she passed in the hallway with Miranda's coffee but Andy blew past her. She was on a mission now, she offered Emily an apologetic smile as the elevator doors closed.
"Nigel!" Andy burst into The Closet, "where's Nigel?" She asked one of his assistants.
"He's in here somewhere." The young man looked startled by Andy's urgency.
"Thanks." She smiled and took off again. She found him in the back dictating directions to a clacker with a clipboard, "hey, Nigel, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Six!" Nigel smiled, he dismissed the clacker and approached Andy, "hey stranger, it's been a while."
"Nigel, I need a huge favor." Andy said as he hugged her, "I'm going out for drinks and I need to look good, like designer good and I was hoping... could you hook me up?"
Nigel scoffed and laughed, "you can't go out for drinks in your regular clothes?"
"With Miranda. Did I forget to say with Miranda?"
Nigel's mouth dropped open. "With... Miranda? ...Priestly? Drinks..."
Andy nodded, "are you going to repeat everything?"
"Oh honey," Nigel made a sympathetic face, "you are a masochist. Come with me, I'll find you something suitable."
"Thank you, Nigel, I owe you big time."
"Oh hush," Nigel waved her off, "I owe you big for setting me up with Marcus."
"Oh hey, is that still going?" She grinned.
"I'm in heaven, Andy." Before Andy could ask any more questions he stopped in front of a rack, "I have the perfect dress. I just remembered! Miranda liked it but no one fit it really well and she said she would kill to see someone look good in it. I think you can pull it off."
"Thank you." Andy grinned ear to ear.
He pulled the dress of the rack, "Carmen Marc Valvo, strapless two-tone. And for shoes... Jimmy Choo. Come." He led the way through the maze of the closet. "Miranda is going to piss herself when she sees you."
Andy laughed, "now that would be something to see."
Andy walked into the bar at 7:56 and sat down on a stool. The bartender gave her an approving once over and smiled, "can I get you something?"
"Mojito, please." Her heart was going to pound out of her chest and she hoped that a few sips of mojito before Miranda arrived would help to calm her down. Her leg swung nervously as she kept the corner of her eye trained on the door.
At 8:02 Miranda Priestly entered. Her eyes scanned the room discreetly and when they landed on Andy she sucked in a breath. She removed her sunglasses, eyes trained on Andy, she breathed out slowly and smiled.
"Andrea," Miranda set her sunglasses down on the bar and shamelessly raked her eyes over Andy. She stopped on the gold Jimmy Choo sandals and let out a content sigh. Finally, her icy blue eyes landed on Andy's warm brown eyes and she smiled again. "You look magnificent."
Andy blushed a little, "thank you." Her eyes flitted over Miranda, "so do you, but when don't you?"
"Aren't you a flirt?" Miranda grinned to herself, settling on a stool next to Andy. "What are you drinking?"
"A mojito."
"Is it any good? That has mint in it, yes?"
"Yes."
"I've had a regular drink for so long I haven't tried anything new in a while." Miranda admitted then studied Andy's face, "maybe tonight will be the night for new things. May I have a little taste?"
"Hm?" Andy's eyes were wide.
Miranda motioned to the drink, "do you mind?"
Andy pushed it closer to Miranda, Miranda reached for it and let her fingertips brush Andy's. Miranda watched her blush through her eyelashes. Miranda took a slow small sip and mmed softly.
Andy let out a shaky breath. She suddenly cursed herself for not once getting a drink with anyone from the gay club, why she didn't practice being gay on someone safe, someone... not Miranda Priestly.
Yet there she was, there was Miranda Priestly, watching her with unmistakably lustful eyes. Andy was sorely tempted. She wondered if Eve had had this exact feeling before reaching for the apple, she wanted it so badly that she felt an ache, but she knew that she shouldn't and once she did there would be no turning back.
There already was no turning back. She'd borrowed the perfect dress from Nigel and Miranda had sized it up and mentally undressed her. It was a nice feeling.
Three years ago this entire situation would have seemed completely impossible. It would have seemed completely repugnant. She would have rather gauged out both of her eyes, oedipus style, than have a social visit with Miranda Priestly.
It's really funny sometimes, how times can change.
Andy realized she'd lost herself in thought. She looked up at Miranda, who was looking back at her, she wondered how long she'd gone without saying anything. She hoped she hadn't been silent for too long. She saw that Miranda had gotten her own drink.
Was it an appletini? It looked like one. Andy watched Miranda sip from the martini glass and she couldn't take her eyes off her lips.
Miranda's tongue darted out and ran along her upper lip to clear away the alcohol. Andy was hyperaware of every small movement and soft sound Miranda made. She wanted to reach out and touch her. She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to say something.
Miranda deplored small talk. That much she remembered.
"Let's go somewhere more private." Andy blurted.
The corners of Miranda's lips twitched in a sly grin. "Did you have somewhere in mind?"
"Well... we are in a hotel." Andy shrugged, "we could get a room."
Miranda's grin widened. "I knew I was right about you." She motioned to the bartender, she indicated the drinks, "these go on my tab."
Miranda led the way to the front desk. The receptionist was a foreign looking man. When he spoke Andy decided he was French. "Ah, Ms. Priestly, always a pleasure to have you with us. What can I do for you today?"
Miranda had reserved the function room for the twins' sweet sixteen and was currently trying to decide which band to hire, the girls had, quite obnoxiously, decided to have distinctly different tastes in music. Over the years Miranda had dropped so much money at the Ritz-Carlton that the staff was legitimately happy to see her.
"We have a room booked for a meeting." Miranda said casually.
He looked through the computer and furrowed his brow. "One of the conference rooms?"
"No, an actual room."
He looked again and frowned, "I'm sorry, Ms. Priestly, we don't have a reservation for you."
"So what you're telling me is that my associate comes all the way out here for a meeting and you lose the reservation?" Miranda pursed her lips, "this is unacceptable."
"You're right, of course, Ms. Priestly. Allow me to rectify this." He typed on the keyboard and produced a keycard. "Please take room 329, no charge, of course, and please accept my humblest of apologies."
Miranda snatched the card from him with a withering glare.
Miranda couldn't believe that it was a coincidence that Andrea showed up to drinks in the dress. Miranda figured she must have gone to Nigel and he knew exactly what the dress meant to her. Miranda imagined that she knew her intentions based on her clothing choices.
Once they were inside the room Andy looked nervous. Miranda furrowed her brow.
Andy reached out and ran her fingers along Miranda's jaw. Miranda had acquisitioned them a room. Andy had to touch her to reassure herself that she was actually there with Miranda. She wrapped an arm around Miranda's shoulders and stepped forward, pressing her body against Miranda's.
Miranda let out a soft sigh. Andy felt wetness pool between her leg. The simple, soft sigh was enough to drive her wild. Andy pressed Miranda back against the door, capturing her lips in a searing, desperate kiss.
Miranda wrapped her arms around Andy and pulled her to the bed. Andy was surprised by Miranda's strength. Andy landed on her back on the bed, Miranda straddled her waist. "What do you want?" Miranda purred, leaning down and nuzzling her ear.
Andy kissed along Miranda's neck and moaned, "you, I want you."
Miranda dragged her tongue along the outer shell of Andy's ear. "Care to elaborate?" Miranda whispered sensually. "Do you want my tongue?"
Andy whimpered.
"Do you want my fingers?" Miranda breathed.
Andy whimpered again, "oh god..." she murmured. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to Miranda. She whispered, with urgency, "I've never been with a woman before..."
"Dealer's choice then." Miranda grinned and sat up. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Andy grinned and bit her lip. She ran her hands up Miranda's bare back until she reached the clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked it. Her breasts fell forward into Andy's waiting hands. Andy let out a shaky breath, the breasts were surprisingly firm. Andy leaned in and kissed along the curves.
Miranda thrust her chest forward pleadingly. "Andrea..."
Andy wrapped her lips around Miranda's nipple and swirled her tongue around it. Miranda moaned and Andy grew more bold and sucked on the sensitive areole. Miranda raked her fingernails over Andy's shoulder.
"Miranda," Andy gasped as Miranda pinned her to the bed.
"Andrea, I'm going to fuck you senseless." She reached underneath Andy's back and pulled down the zipper of the dress. Andy moaned and lifted up so Miranda could yank the dress off of her.
Then Miranda's lips were on her. Andy felt like things started to get hazy, she was intoxicated by Miranda's movements as she moved deftly against her body. Miranda slipped her fingers under the waistband of Andy's thong and Andy whimpered helplessly. Miranda moaned, feeling the heat and wetness.
Miranda bit down gently on one of Andy's nipples, causing her to cry out. "Oh god, Miranda..." She writhed a little, "please..."
Miranda kissed the inside of Andy's thigh, inching slowly towards the promise land. Andy quivered and Miranda knew that Andy was putty in her hands. And in her tongue.
As Miranda's tongue made its first contact with Andy's sensitive clit, Andy gasped. Miranda tongue made tight circles over Andy's clit. Andy grabbed hold of the sheets desperately. She moaned loudly.
She lifted her head to look down at the head of silver hair that was bobbing between her legs. "Oh fuck..." Andy moaned.
Just as Andy thought she was being driven over the edge of sanity towards unadulterated madness, Miranda pushed three fingers into her former second assistant. Andy arched her back and cried out, grasping the sheets until her knuckles were white and suddenly her body exploded as she was rocked by a powerful orgasm.
Andy lay on her back panting. She looked over at Miranda in awe. Miranda sat up and watched her new lover writhe in pleasure with a swelling feeling of pride. She licked her lips, she could still taste her.
Andy grinned and rubbed her eyes. When she looked up again, to her chagrin, Miranda was already dressed. She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to say something, but found that no words came.
She sat up and watched Miranda moving throughout the room. She came over and kissed Andy softly on the lips, "you should probably stay the night since I put up that fuss about you being from out of town."
Andy stared at her in slack jawed bewilderment as Miranda slipped out of the room. "Goodnight..." she murmured dumbly.
The next day, Andy was sitting at her desk pounding the keys of her computer. God, I'm an idiot. What the hell was I thinking? That was such a disaster. What was that? I'm a complete idiot!
"Hey, hey, killer, lighten up on those keys, they're innocent bystanders. What's wrong?" Jimmy smiled at her from across their desks.
Andy sighed and rubbed her eyes. "This stays between us."
"Completely off the record." He laughed.
She leaned forward, "I got completely played last night. I had a torrid one night stand... and the worst part about it was it was my idea and I got played."
"Left you totally unsatisfied, huh?"
"...actually, only I orgasmed."
"Oh." He shrugged, then smiled, "well, men are all the same."
"It wasn't a man. I told you I'm gay, didn't I?" Andy quirked an eyebrow.
"No! I would have remembered that..." he stared at her in awe with a goofy grin.
"I definitely did. My first day on the job you asked me out and I said I don't date men." Andy insisted, "I definitely said it."
"You have to say lesbian or we fade out." He laughed, "well, in honor of your first slam, bam, thank you ma'am, I'm going to treat you to lunch."
Just then her cell phone vibrated signalling a text message. She opened it, it was from Miranda [ I don't do pillow talk well ].
Andy rolled her eyes and texted back [ I noticed ].
Another text message from Miranda read, [ it isn't personal ].
At that Andy felt tears spring to her eyes. She slammed the phone down on the desk. "Not personal." She spat, "of course not, how could I take it fucking personally?" She grumbled to herself. She certainly wasn't going to dignify that with a response.
As it turned out, she didn't have to because Miranda texted her again, [ My house, 8pm, tonight ].
She bit her lip and looked to Jimmy, "should I go? Is that pathetic?"
Jimmy shrugged, "well, it sounds like she's trying to say she's sorry about walking out last night. I mean, she's saying it in a really abrasive, insensitive way, but... it sounds kind of like an apology."
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy, Cassidy/Andy (unrequited)
disclaimer I do not own the Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no money off of this and I intend no infringement
summary When Cassidy came out of the closet she never imagined that her mother would be the competition.
Andy was standing in the elevator in fear. She had no idea what Miranda was going to say to her. She must have seen her outside the night before. What was Andy going to say? Was she going to give Cassidy up?
The elevator opened and Andy walked down the chillingly familiar hallway. She stopped in front of Emily's desk.
Emily looked up and was about to snark at her when recognition washed over her face. "You?"
"I think I have an appointment with Miranda." Andy craned her neck to look at the day planner on Emily's desk.
Emily scowled and looked down, "5 o'clock... she had me cancel something actually, there's nothing on the book."
"Then show her in, for Heaven's sake," Miranda said from the doorway of her office. "You made me get up."
Emily flushed bright red, "sorry, Miranda."
"Get me a coffee."
"Yes, Miranda." Emily jumped up and scurried off.
Andy walked into Miranda's office. It had been redone but Miranda's desk was still in the same spot at a perfect vantage point to see down the hallway. Miranda motioned dismissively to a chair as she sat behind her desk.
"Do you know why I've asked you to come see me today?" Miranda leaned back comfortably and watched Andy fidget. Miranda remained unsure that it was actually Andy she had seen, so she figured she'd let Andy confirm or deny.
Andy nodded once, "yes."
"You walked Cassidy home last night."
She nodded again, "yes, I did."
"Why?"
"Well," Andy fidgeted again, "I ran into her when I was out last night and I know she's still young and I knew that you wouldn't have let her be out that late on a school night, so I escorted her home."
Miranda listened and nodded. "Thank you."
Andy looked like she was struck dumb. Had Miranda actually said thank you? All of a sudden she was overcome with emotion. Ever since she'd left Runway she'd wanted Miranda to acknowledge that other people mattered. Everything else she'd felt for Miranda resurfaced and she had the sinking feeling that she'd just fallen back into Miranda's web.
Andy didn't read Page Six but she knew that Miranda wasn't seeing anyone. Dare she dream?
"Uh, y-you're welcome." Andy stammered.
"I really do mean it." Miranda said, "I'm afraid that as the parent of teenagers I am falling somewhat short and it really means a lot to me that after everything that happened between us you would look out of for one of my girls."
"I feel no animosity towards you, Miranda. I... understand why things went down the way they did in Paris. I had to leave for myself because I was lost." Andy admitted. "I owed you an explanation. I blamed you for changing me but I actually should thank you for showing me myself."
Miranda was surprised, her brow was furrowed in confusion and curiousity. She nodded a little, though she didn't really understand. "You're welcome, I suppose."
"Um," Andy started and before she could stop herself she asked, "would you like to get a drink with me sometime?"
"Tonight?"
Andy was stunned, yet again. "Sure." What?
"Good. Ritz-Carlton, 8 o'clock."
"Good." Andy nodded, "I'll see you then." Andy stood up and exited the office, afraid her legs were going to give up on her.
Emily opened her mouth to say something as she passed in the hallway with Miranda's coffee but Andy blew past her. She was on a mission now, she offered Emily an apologetic smile as the elevator doors closed.
"Nigel!" Andy burst into The Closet, "where's Nigel?" She asked one of his assistants.
"He's in here somewhere." The young man looked startled by Andy's urgency.
"Thanks." She smiled and took off again. She found him in the back dictating directions to a clacker with a clipboard, "hey, Nigel, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Six!" Nigel smiled, he dismissed the clacker and approached Andy, "hey stranger, it's been a while."
"Nigel, I need a huge favor." Andy said as he hugged her, "I'm going out for drinks and I need to look good, like designer good and I was hoping... could you hook me up?"
Nigel scoffed and laughed, "you can't go out for drinks in your regular clothes?"
"With Miranda. Did I forget to say with Miranda?"
Nigel's mouth dropped open. "With... Miranda? ...Priestly? Drinks..."
Andy nodded, "are you going to repeat everything?"
"Oh honey," Nigel made a sympathetic face, "you are a masochist. Come with me, I'll find you something suitable."
"Thank you, Nigel, I owe you big time."
"Oh hush," Nigel waved her off, "I owe you big for setting me up with Marcus."
"Oh hey, is that still going?" She grinned.
"I'm in heaven, Andy." Before Andy could ask any more questions he stopped in front of a rack, "I have the perfect dress. I just remembered! Miranda liked it but no one fit it really well and she said she would kill to see someone look good in it. I think you can pull it off."
"Thank you." Andy grinned ear to ear.
He pulled the dress of the rack, "Carmen Marc Valvo, strapless two-tone. And for shoes... Jimmy Choo. Come." He led the way through the maze of the closet. "Miranda is going to piss herself when she sees you."
Andy laughed, "now that would be something to see."
Andy walked into the bar at 7:56 and sat down on a stool. The bartender gave her an approving once over and smiled, "can I get you something?"
"Mojito, please." Her heart was going to pound out of her chest and she hoped that a few sips of mojito before Miranda arrived would help to calm her down. Her leg swung nervously as she kept the corner of her eye trained on the door.
At 8:02 Miranda Priestly entered. Her eyes scanned the room discreetly and when they landed on Andy she sucked in a breath. She removed her sunglasses, eyes trained on Andy, she breathed out slowly and smiled.
"Andrea," Miranda set her sunglasses down on the bar and shamelessly raked her eyes over Andy. She stopped on the gold Jimmy Choo sandals and let out a content sigh. Finally, her icy blue eyes landed on Andy's warm brown eyes and she smiled again. "You look magnificent."
Andy blushed a little, "thank you." Her eyes flitted over Miranda, "so do you, but when don't you?"
"Aren't you a flirt?" Miranda grinned to herself, settling on a stool next to Andy. "What are you drinking?"
"A mojito."
"Is it any good? That has mint in it, yes?"
"Yes."
"I've had a regular drink for so long I haven't tried anything new in a while." Miranda admitted then studied Andy's face, "maybe tonight will be the night for new things. May I have a little taste?"
"Hm?" Andy's eyes were wide.
Miranda motioned to the drink, "do you mind?"
Andy pushed it closer to Miranda, Miranda reached for it and let her fingertips brush Andy's. Miranda watched her blush through her eyelashes. Miranda took a slow small sip and mmed softly.
Andy let out a shaky breath. She suddenly cursed herself for not once getting a drink with anyone from the gay club, why she didn't practice being gay on someone safe, someone... not Miranda Priestly.
Yet there she was, there was Miranda Priestly, watching her with unmistakably lustful eyes. Andy was sorely tempted. She wondered if Eve had had this exact feeling before reaching for the apple, she wanted it so badly that she felt an ache, but she knew that she shouldn't and once she did there would be no turning back.
There already was no turning back. She'd borrowed the perfect dress from Nigel and Miranda had sized it up and mentally undressed her. It was a nice feeling.
Three years ago this entire situation would have seemed completely impossible. It would have seemed completely repugnant. She would have rather gauged out both of her eyes, oedipus style, than have a social visit with Miranda Priestly.
It's really funny sometimes, how times can change.
Andy realized she'd lost herself in thought. She looked up at Miranda, who was looking back at her, she wondered how long she'd gone without saying anything. She hoped she hadn't been silent for too long. She saw that Miranda had gotten her own drink.
Was it an appletini? It looked like one. Andy watched Miranda sip from the martini glass and she couldn't take her eyes off her lips.
Miranda's tongue darted out and ran along her upper lip to clear away the alcohol. Andy was hyperaware of every small movement and soft sound Miranda made. She wanted to reach out and touch her. She wanted to kiss her. She wanted to say something.
Miranda deplored small talk. That much she remembered.
"Let's go somewhere more private." Andy blurted.
The corners of Miranda's lips twitched in a sly grin. "Did you have somewhere in mind?"
"Well... we are in a hotel." Andy shrugged, "we could get a room."
Miranda's grin widened. "I knew I was right about you." She motioned to the bartender, she indicated the drinks, "these go on my tab."
Miranda led the way to the front desk. The receptionist was a foreign looking man. When he spoke Andy decided he was French. "Ah, Ms. Priestly, always a pleasure to have you with us. What can I do for you today?"
Miranda had reserved the function room for the twins' sweet sixteen and was currently trying to decide which band to hire, the girls had, quite obnoxiously, decided to have distinctly different tastes in music. Over the years Miranda had dropped so much money at the Ritz-Carlton that the staff was legitimately happy to see her.
"We have a room booked for a meeting." Miranda said casually.
He looked through the computer and furrowed his brow. "One of the conference rooms?"
"No, an actual room."
He looked again and frowned, "I'm sorry, Ms. Priestly, we don't have a reservation for you."
"So what you're telling me is that my associate comes all the way out here for a meeting and you lose the reservation?" Miranda pursed her lips, "this is unacceptable."
"You're right, of course, Ms. Priestly. Allow me to rectify this." He typed on the keyboard and produced a keycard. "Please take room 329, no charge, of course, and please accept my humblest of apologies."
Miranda snatched the card from him with a withering glare.
Miranda couldn't believe that it was a coincidence that Andrea showed up to drinks in the dress. Miranda figured she must have gone to Nigel and he knew exactly what the dress meant to her. Miranda imagined that she knew her intentions based on her clothing choices.
Once they were inside the room Andy looked nervous. Miranda furrowed her brow.
Andy reached out and ran her fingers along Miranda's jaw. Miranda had acquisitioned them a room. Andy had to touch her to reassure herself that she was actually there with Miranda. She wrapped an arm around Miranda's shoulders and stepped forward, pressing her body against Miranda's.
Miranda let out a soft sigh. Andy felt wetness pool between her leg. The simple, soft sigh was enough to drive her wild. Andy pressed Miranda back against the door, capturing her lips in a searing, desperate kiss.
Miranda wrapped her arms around Andy and pulled her to the bed. Andy was surprised by Miranda's strength. Andy landed on her back on the bed, Miranda straddled her waist. "What do you want?" Miranda purred, leaning down and nuzzling her ear.
Andy kissed along Miranda's neck and moaned, "you, I want you."
Miranda dragged her tongue along the outer shell of Andy's ear. "Care to elaborate?" Miranda whispered sensually. "Do you want my tongue?"
Andy whimpered.
"Do you want my fingers?" Miranda breathed.
Andy whimpered again, "oh god..." she murmured. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to Miranda. She whispered, with urgency, "I've never been with a woman before..."
"Dealer's choice then." Miranda grinned and sat up. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Andy grinned and bit her lip. She ran her hands up Miranda's bare back until she reached the clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked it. Her breasts fell forward into Andy's waiting hands. Andy let out a shaky breath, the breasts were surprisingly firm. Andy leaned in and kissed along the curves.
Miranda thrust her chest forward pleadingly. "Andrea..."
Andy wrapped her lips around Miranda's nipple and swirled her tongue around it. Miranda moaned and Andy grew more bold and sucked on the sensitive areole. Miranda raked her fingernails over Andy's shoulder.
"Miranda," Andy gasped as Miranda pinned her to the bed.
"Andrea, I'm going to fuck you senseless." She reached underneath Andy's back and pulled down the zipper of the dress. Andy moaned and lifted up so Miranda could yank the dress off of her.
Then Miranda's lips were on her. Andy felt like things started to get hazy, she was intoxicated by Miranda's movements as she moved deftly against her body. Miranda slipped her fingers under the waistband of Andy's thong and Andy whimpered helplessly. Miranda moaned, feeling the heat and wetness.
Miranda bit down gently on one of Andy's nipples, causing her to cry out. "Oh god, Miranda..." She writhed a little, "please..."
Miranda kissed the inside of Andy's thigh, inching slowly towards the promise land. Andy quivered and Miranda knew that Andy was putty in her hands. And in her tongue.
As Miranda's tongue made its first contact with Andy's sensitive clit, Andy gasped. Miranda tongue made tight circles over Andy's clit. Andy grabbed hold of the sheets desperately. She moaned loudly.
She lifted her head to look down at the head of silver hair that was bobbing between her legs. "Oh fuck..." Andy moaned.
Just as Andy thought she was being driven over the edge of sanity towards unadulterated madness, Miranda pushed three fingers into her former second assistant. Andy arched her back and cried out, grasping the sheets until her knuckles were white and suddenly her body exploded as she was rocked by a powerful orgasm.
Andy lay on her back panting. She looked over at Miranda in awe. Miranda sat up and watched her new lover writhe in pleasure with a swelling feeling of pride. She licked her lips, she could still taste her.
Andy grinned and rubbed her eyes. When she looked up again, to her chagrin, Miranda was already dressed. She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to say something, but found that no words came.
She sat up and watched Miranda moving throughout the room. She came over and kissed Andy softly on the lips, "you should probably stay the night since I put up that fuss about you being from out of town."
Andy stared at her in slack jawed bewilderment as Miranda slipped out of the room. "Goodnight..." she murmured dumbly.
The next day, Andy was sitting at her desk pounding the keys of her computer. God, I'm an idiot. What the hell was I thinking? That was such a disaster. What was that? I'm a complete idiot!
"Hey, hey, killer, lighten up on those keys, they're innocent bystanders. What's wrong?" Jimmy smiled at her from across their desks.
Andy sighed and rubbed her eyes. "This stays between us."
"Completely off the record." He laughed.
She leaned forward, "I got completely played last night. I had a torrid one night stand... and the worst part about it was it was my idea and I got played."
"Left you totally unsatisfied, huh?"
"...actually, only I orgasmed."
"Oh." He shrugged, then smiled, "well, men are all the same."
"It wasn't a man. I told you I'm gay, didn't I?" Andy quirked an eyebrow.
"No! I would have remembered that..." he stared at her in awe with a goofy grin.
"I definitely did. My first day on the job you asked me out and I said I don't date men." Andy insisted, "I definitely said it."
"You have to say lesbian or we fade out." He laughed, "well, in honor of your first slam, bam, thank you ma'am, I'm going to treat you to lunch."
Just then her cell phone vibrated signalling a text message. She opened it, it was from Miranda [ I don't do pillow talk well ].
Andy rolled her eyes and texted back [ I noticed ].
Another text message from Miranda read, [ it isn't personal ].
At that Andy felt tears spring to her eyes. She slammed the phone down on the desk. "Not personal." She spat, "of course not, how could I take it fucking personally?" She grumbled to herself. She certainly wasn't going to dignify that with a response.
As it turned out, she didn't have to because Miranda texted her again, [ My house, 8pm, tonight ].
She bit her lip and looked to Jimmy, "should I go? Is that pathetic?"
Jimmy shrugged, "well, it sounds like she's trying to say she's sorry about walking out last night. I mean, she's saying it in a really abrasive, insensitive way, but... it sounds kind of like an apology."