Fic: While she was sleeping Part 1/2
She felt a bit dizzy and the world around her slightly began to spin around.
“Damn… I shouldn’t have rejected that last glass of whine…” she muttered and closed her eyes try to keep her world in balance.
She nearly jumped when she felt her blackberry vibrating in her little handbag.
She looked at the ID. Nigel was calling. She sighed and pushed the call button.
“Yes? What is it, Nigel?” She was surprised Miranda didn’t call herself to chase around as usual.
“Where are you, six?” asked Nigel quickly and Andy could hear several voices surrounding him.
“Umn… I’m on the balcony… Just getting some air…” Suddenly she heard something breaking in the background. “What’s happening?” she asked.
“Come to Emily’s room, She’s totally drunk.” He said and before Andy could reply, he just hung up.
Anger began to rise inside her. Why in the world does she have to come to Emily’s room because the redhead is drunk?
But maybe the woman was in trouble and they had to call an emergency car to get her to the hospital. But it was all too strange because Andy had seen Emily hardly drinking anything but water.
She went from the balcony through the ball room full of famous people attending the benefit ball to get to the hotel rooms. She was slightly worried that no one seems to be at Miranda’s side that moment, but she couldn’t see the fashion editor on her way through the room.
Andy knocked only once at Emily’s door and the door promptly opened wide. A very angry redhead grabbed and dragged her inside.
“Well it’s about bloody time you got here. She’s calling your name for more than half an hour!” Emily hissed.
Andy swallowed. Emily seemed to be perfectly sober. “What do you mean?” she asked confused.
Then she heard that unmistakeable sharp voice. “Andréa…. Is Andréa finally here?” she called from Emily’s bedroom.
The red haired woman sighed. “Yes Miranda, she’s here.”
“Well, then tell her to get her sexy little ass in here right now!” the woman yelled impatient.
Andrea’s face went pale. She couldn’t believe it. Miranda Priestly was drunk. She must been drunk, otherwise the woman never raised her voice.
With shaky legs she went to the bedroom and found her boss sitting on the bed, her head flushed red and with glassy eyes.
When she’d noticed her second assistant she gave her a scary wide smile. “Ah, there you are, Ahn dray ya…” she slurred and Andy could hear a tiny hiccup. Nigel was standing at her side, looking alarmed at Andy. Don’t. Say. Anything. he said with his look.
“How many times do you think I have to scream your name? Although….. When I think about it…..” She giggled and Andy nearly lost her mind. Miranda was giggling.
“What is wrong, Nigel? Miranda has never been drunk before, has she?” Andy whispered to Nigel.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, certainly not this drunk. The divorce is final today and Stephen got nothing. So…. I don’t know, it’s the only reason I could think of.”
“What are you talking about?” Miranda hissed and tried to stand up, but lost the balance and fell on the bed again. “Whoops…. Seems I had a liiiiiittle too much of…..” She tried to count her fingers. “Oh, whatever!”
“And what now?” Andy said, still shocked to see her boss, who was always in control, so out of control this evening.
Nigel stared at her. “Well, what do you think? Fortunately we got her here to Emily’s room just in time, but she can’t stay here. Emily tried to help her to get to her suite, but Miranda pushed her away every time and called for you instead. So you, my dear, will take her to her suite and to bed. Make sure it’s as inconspicuously as possible. The damn press is overall.”
“But… Nigel… What if she… I mean has she… thrown up already?” the brunette asked anxiously.
He nodded. “Yes, twice. But don’t worry. Miranda would even at this drunken state rather poke on the pope than on an expensive Chanel dress like yours. Believe me.”
“What a solace…” Andy grimaced.
She was amazed, how cooperative Miranda was, when she helped her to get off the bed. Without protest the older woman slid her arms around Andy’s neck and let the brunette support her walking.
Together they slowly walked out and when Andy passed by Emily, she got her snippy glare.
But Andy couldn’t care lees that moment, with Miranda’s warm and surprisingly light body pressed against her.
They carefully made their way to the elevators. Fortunately most of the hotel employees and clients were at the party, where Nigel and Emily went to declare Miranda’s absence.
In the elevator Miranda laid her head on Andy’s shoulder, with closed eyes. The woman seemed to be really exhausted. It was fascinating, how uncomplaining she was, when she was drunk.
Sober a devil, drunk an angel. Andy thought, smiled and pushed the button to Miranda’s floor.
The elevator began to lift and Andy sighed deeply. She still felt tipsy and hopefully was able to return Miranda to her suite without any accident.
Andy let her eyes wander over Miranda’s dress and realized it was very low cut and the woman was clearly not wearing any bra.
Oh my god… Andy's face was flushed red immediately.
Miranda opened her eyes that moment, looked at Andy’s face and smirked. “You’re blushing.”
Embarrassed, Andy tried to look away. “I’m sorry… Miranda… I…”
She was cut off when Miranda placed a finger on her lips. “Shhhhh, don’t worry. You know, you’re so damn cute when you’re blushing.” she purred.
The older woman gave her such a soft smile Andy thought she would melt on the spot and felt the urge to kiss that warm finger on her lips, but she behaved and Miranda took her finger off her lips again.
When the elevator reached the floor Andy cursed herself that Miranda’s suite was still a very long way to go, down the hall.
To their luck the floor was empty, slowly the two women made their way down the floor. They fell once, but Miranda was giggling again and Andy was sure she would never get that adorable “Whoopsie” from Miranda’s voice out of her head.
Finally they reached the suite and Andy was fumbling with the key card, when all of the sudden Miranda grabbed her face and stared Andy into her eyes.
“I’ve never realized how big and beautiful your eyes are… Until now. “ she slurred and was extremely wobbling.
Andy shook her head. “Let’s get you in, Miranda.”
She closed the door behind them and lead Miranda to her exquisite and very luxury king size bed. Andy carefully laid the editor on the silken sheets; she didn’t bother to turn on any lights, except for the lights on the night table.
“Miranda, we need to get you out of the dress.” Andy whispered.
The white haired woman moaned. “I always knew you’d take this opportunity to get me naked, don’t you?”
Andy blushed again and turned her head. “No Miranda, but you need to change. You need sleep.”
And I really need it, too... she thought, feeling exhausted herself.
Suddenly she felt Miranda’s weight shifting on the sheets, the older woman tried to get up. “I want….. I need…”
Andy was alarmed, leaning over the editor to help her up. “What? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Are you feeling sick?”
Miranda shook her head and fall back on the sheets. “No, I need… I just need…..” She gestured Andy to get closer.
“Yes Miranda? What do you need?” the brunette asked.
“You.” Miranda replied and Andy cried out in surprise when the older woman grabbed her and pressed her down on her body.
“Miranda, no!” Andy said and tried to wiggle out of the close embrace, feeling Miranda’s breast pressed on hers, but the grip around her waist and back was like iron.
“Stay here. Sleep here. With me. I don’t….. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Please Andréa…” she heard Miranda saying with a slight broken voice. She wasn’t crying, but seemed to be close to tears.
“I don’t want to be alone….” The older woman repeated and it broke Andrea’s heart.
The divorce was final, Stephen got nothing, but Miranda was alone again too.
“Okay, I’m staying here. I promise. Now will you change your cloths, brush your teeth and go to bed?”
Andy couldn’t believe she was talking to her boss twice her age, the powerful Miranda Priestly as if she was a five year old girl. But to her surprise Miranda just nodded.
Andy gave her a warm smile. “Good, so please release me and I will get your cloths. I’ll use the bathroom while you change, okay?”
Miranda just nodded again and released Andy out of her grip. The brunette stumbled her way to the closet, opened the doors and tried to search for a night gown in the darkness. In the dim light she finally found something looking like a night shirt.
“Here you go, Miranda.” Andy said and helped her boss to sit up again. “You can change now. I’m in the bathroom. Call, when you need help.”
The editor sighed deeply and took the textile out of Andy’s warm hand. “Thank you….” She whispered.
Andy smiled weakly and went into the bathroom. She really hoped Miranda was able to change herself. Andy was still a little drunk too and she didn’t know she could control herself anymore, if she sees too much of Miranda’s pale naked skin.
When she washed her hands and looked in the mirror she realized that she was crying.
“No….. Please no….” she whispered and swallowed hard. She could still feel the heat from where Miranda had touched her this evening. Uncontrolled, unwilling, accidentally… The woman was drunk, there were no real feelings involved.
Andy wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. Was it then a good idea to sleep in the same bed with her?
Maybe she could wait until the older woman was asleep, then going to her own room across the floor.
She was quiet for a moment and listened, if Miranda might had called for her, but there was nothing. Slowly she opened the door and sneaked to the bed.
The older woman had managed to change into her nightgown; she was lying across the sheets, and used the wide fabric of her dress as a blanket. Andrea smirked.
“Mhmmmm…” the older woman protested when Andy took the dress away to hang it on the closet door.
“As much as you love Valentino’s dresses, you wouldn’t want to use them as a blanket.” The girl softly chuckled and Miranda didn’t reply.
Andy eased the exhausted and light body of Miranda up a little and soon got her under the covers. “There now, nice and comfy.” She whispered, well knowing that there was no way to get the older woman into the bathroom.
Nigel said she used the toilet just half an hour ago before Andy came to get her and he gave her some mints for the breath. It has to be enough for today.
Seeing her boss drifting into sleep so peacefully made Andy fighting the urge to bend down and kiss the white hared woman on her forehead very hard. The turned off the light and stepped away from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she suddenly heard the older woman mumbling.
Andy gulped. “Well… to my room… To change into my night shirt…”
The older woman slightly shifted. “Then you come back? You promised not to leave me…” she slightly sniffed.
“Yes, I’ll come back. I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” Andrea replied and sighed.
She moved away from the bed, went through the suite and took the key card with her.
When Andy arrived at her room a few doors down the hall, she pulled out her cell phone and text Nigel about her stay in Miranda’s suite. She could easily imagine his wide smile, because he knows about her helpless crush on Miranda.
Emily’s going to die if she finds out…. Oh well, screw it! She thought, still angry about Emily’s death stare when she walked with Miranda out of the redhead’s room.
Andy slowly pulled down her expensive Chanel dress, got the rid of the not very lesser expensive lingerie and put on her normal underwear and a simple night shirt.
She took some extra cloths to change for the next day with her, locked the room and sneaked successfully to Miranda’s suite again.
She entered, locked the door and went to the large bedroom quietly. She didn’t hear any sounds, so it seemed Miranda was finally asleep. Maybe she could take the couch or…
Andy nearly squealed when she heard Miranda’s still awakening voice. “You’re back.”
The young woman was slightly shocked, so she nodded and felt stupid, because the room was entirely dark so the older woman couldn’t see it. “Ye-yes.” She blurred out.
“Good.” Miranda said. “Now get in here.”
Andy gulped. “I… I don’t think that I…”
Miranda cut her off. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Get in.” She lifted the blanket a bit; Andy clearly heard the ruffle of sheets.
“O-okay.” She whispered, her defence completely fallen, moved around the large bed and got in, as far away as possible from Miranda. “Go-good night.” she stuttered, Miranda only gave an answering hum.
A few minutes nothing happened. Andy was trembling and slightly sweating. She was in the same bed with Miranda Priestly!
Why didn’t you crawl into her bed and asked for a bedtime story? Andy heard the snippy voice of Emily in her head and wanted to laugh out loud, so badly. But she bit her lips, closed her eyes and hoped to die a quick dead, when Miranda will awake the next morning and find her second assistant in bed with her.
Suddenly there was movement and Miranda’s arms grabbed her shoulders to pull Andy closer to her. The brunette nearly screamed when she felt Miranda’s warm body pressed into hers and the editor just nuzzled her head in Andy’s thick brown hair.
Andy was panting, sweat on her forehead; the eyes wide open in shock, staring at the ceiling.
I’m doomed. she thought, desperation taking over her mind. I’m so fucking doomed!
“Damn… I shouldn’t have rejected that last glass of whine…” she muttered and closed her eyes try to keep her world in balance.
She nearly jumped when she felt her blackberry vibrating in her little handbag.
She looked at the ID. Nigel was calling. She sighed and pushed the call button.
“Yes? What is it, Nigel?” She was surprised Miranda didn’t call herself to chase around as usual.
“Where are you, six?” asked Nigel quickly and Andy could hear several voices surrounding him.
“Umn… I’m on the balcony… Just getting some air…” Suddenly she heard something breaking in the background. “What’s happening?” she asked.
“Come to Emily’s room, She’s totally drunk.” He said and before Andy could reply, he just hung up.
Anger began to rise inside her. Why in the world does she have to come to Emily’s room because the redhead is drunk?
But maybe the woman was in trouble and they had to call an emergency car to get her to the hospital. But it was all too strange because Andy had seen Emily hardly drinking anything but water.
She went from the balcony through the ball room full of famous people attending the benefit ball to get to the hotel rooms. She was slightly worried that no one seems to be at Miranda’s side that moment, but she couldn’t see the fashion editor on her way through the room.
Andy knocked only once at Emily’s door and the door promptly opened wide. A very angry redhead grabbed and dragged her inside.
“Well it’s about bloody time you got here. She’s calling your name for more than half an hour!” Emily hissed.
Andy swallowed. Emily seemed to be perfectly sober. “What do you mean?” she asked confused.
Then she heard that unmistakeable sharp voice. “Andréa…. Is Andréa finally here?” she called from Emily’s bedroom.
The red haired woman sighed. “Yes Miranda, she’s here.”
“Well, then tell her to get her sexy little ass in here right now!” the woman yelled impatient.
Andrea’s face went pale. She couldn’t believe it. Miranda Priestly was drunk. She must been drunk, otherwise the woman never raised her voice.
With shaky legs she went to the bedroom and found her boss sitting on the bed, her head flushed red and with glassy eyes.
When she’d noticed her second assistant she gave her a scary wide smile. “Ah, there you are, Ahn dray ya…” she slurred and Andy could hear a tiny hiccup. Nigel was standing at her side, looking alarmed at Andy. Don’t. Say. Anything. he said with his look.
“How many times do you think I have to scream your name? Although….. When I think about it…..” She giggled and Andy nearly lost her mind. Miranda was giggling.
“What is wrong, Nigel? Miranda has never been drunk before, has she?” Andy whispered to Nigel.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, certainly not this drunk. The divorce is final today and Stephen got nothing. So…. I don’t know, it’s the only reason I could think of.”
“What are you talking about?” Miranda hissed and tried to stand up, but lost the balance and fell on the bed again. “Whoops…. Seems I had a liiiiiittle too much of…..” She tried to count her fingers. “Oh, whatever!”
“And what now?” Andy said, still shocked to see her boss, who was always in control, so out of control this evening.
Nigel stared at her. “Well, what do you think? Fortunately we got her here to Emily’s room just in time, but she can’t stay here. Emily tried to help her to get to her suite, but Miranda pushed her away every time and called for you instead. So you, my dear, will take her to her suite and to bed. Make sure it’s as inconspicuously as possible. The damn press is overall.”
“But… Nigel… What if she… I mean has she… thrown up already?” the brunette asked anxiously.
He nodded. “Yes, twice. But don’t worry. Miranda would even at this drunken state rather poke on the pope than on an expensive Chanel dress like yours. Believe me.”
“What a solace…” Andy grimaced.
She was amazed, how cooperative Miranda was, when she helped her to get off the bed. Without protest the older woman slid her arms around Andy’s neck and let the brunette support her walking.
Together they slowly walked out and when Andy passed by Emily, she got her snippy glare.
But Andy couldn’t care lees that moment, with Miranda’s warm and surprisingly light body pressed against her.
They carefully made their way to the elevators. Fortunately most of the hotel employees and clients were at the party, where Nigel and Emily went to declare Miranda’s absence.
In the elevator Miranda laid her head on Andy’s shoulder, with closed eyes. The woman seemed to be really exhausted. It was fascinating, how uncomplaining she was, when she was drunk.
Sober a devil, drunk an angel. Andy thought, smiled and pushed the button to Miranda’s floor.
The elevator began to lift and Andy sighed deeply. She still felt tipsy and hopefully was able to return Miranda to her suite without any accident.
Andy let her eyes wander over Miranda’s dress and realized it was very low cut and the woman was clearly not wearing any bra.
Oh my god… Andy's face was flushed red immediately.
Miranda opened her eyes that moment, looked at Andy’s face and smirked. “You’re blushing.”
Embarrassed, Andy tried to look away. “I’m sorry… Miranda… I…”
She was cut off when Miranda placed a finger on her lips. “Shhhhh, don’t worry. You know, you’re so damn cute when you’re blushing.” she purred.
The older woman gave her such a soft smile Andy thought she would melt on the spot and felt the urge to kiss that warm finger on her lips, but she behaved and Miranda took her finger off her lips again.
When the elevator reached the floor Andy cursed herself that Miranda’s suite was still a very long way to go, down the hall.
To their luck the floor was empty, slowly the two women made their way down the floor. They fell once, but Miranda was giggling again and Andy was sure she would never get that adorable “Whoopsie” from Miranda’s voice out of her head.
Finally they reached the suite and Andy was fumbling with the key card, when all of the sudden Miranda grabbed her face and stared Andy into her eyes.
“I’ve never realized how big and beautiful your eyes are… Until now. “ she slurred and was extremely wobbling.
Andy shook her head. “Let’s get you in, Miranda.”
She closed the door behind them and lead Miranda to her exquisite and very luxury king size bed. Andy carefully laid the editor on the silken sheets; she didn’t bother to turn on any lights, except for the lights on the night table.
“Miranda, we need to get you out of the dress.” Andy whispered.
The white haired woman moaned. “I always knew you’d take this opportunity to get me naked, don’t you?”
Andy blushed again and turned her head. “No Miranda, but you need to change. You need sleep.”
And I really need it, too... she thought, feeling exhausted herself.
Suddenly she felt Miranda’s weight shifting on the sheets, the older woman tried to get up. “I want….. I need…”
Andy was alarmed, leaning over the editor to help her up. “What? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Are you feeling sick?”
Miranda shook her head and fall back on the sheets. “No, I need… I just need…..” She gestured Andy to get closer.
“Yes Miranda? What do you need?” the brunette asked.
“You.” Miranda replied and Andy cried out in surprise when the older woman grabbed her and pressed her down on her body.
“Miranda, no!” Andy said and tried to wiggle out of the close embrace, feeling Miranda’s breast pressed on hers, but the grip around her waist and back was like iron.
“Stay here. Sleep here. With me. I don’t….. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Please Andréa…” she heard Miranda saying with a slight broken voice. She wasn’t crying, but seemed to be close to tears.
“I don’t want to be alone….” The older woman repeated and it broke Andrea’s heart.
The divorce was final, Stephen got nothing, but Miranda was alone again too.
“Okay, I’m staying here. I promise. Now will you change your cloths, brush your teeth and go to bed?”
Andy couldn’t believe she was talking to her boss twice her age, the powerful Miranda Priestly as if she was a five year old girl. But to her surprise Miranda just nodded.
Andy gave her a warm smile. “Good, so please release me and I will get your cloths. I’ll use the bathroom while you change, okay?”
Miranda just nodded again and released Andy out of her grip. The brunette stumbled her way to the closet, opened the doors and tried to search for a night gown in the darkness. In the dim light she finally found something looking like a night shirt.
“Here you go, Miranda.” Andy said and helped her boss to sit up again. “You can change now. I’m in the bathroom. Call, when you need help.”
The editor sighed deeply and took the textile out of Andy’s warm hand. “Thank you….” She whispered.
Andy smiled weakly and went into the bathroom. She really hoped Miranda was able to change herself. Andy was still a little drunk too and she didn’t know she could control herself anymore, if she sees too much of Miranda’s pale naked skin.
When she washed her hands and looked in the mirror she realized that she was crying.
“No….. Please no….” she whispered and swallowed hard. She could still feel the heat from where Miranda had touched her this evening. Uncontrolled, unwilling, accidentally… The woman was drunk, there were no real feelings involved.
Andy wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. Was it then a good idea to sleep in the same bed with her?
Maybe she could wait until the older woman was asleep, then going to her own room across the floor.
She was quiet for a moment and listened, if Miranda might had called for her, but there was nothing. Slowly she opened the door and sneaked to the bed.
The older woman had managed to change into her nightgown; she was lying across the sheets, and used the wide fabric of her dress as a blanket. Andrea smirked.
“Mhmmmm…” the older woman protested when Andy took the dress away to hang it on the closet door.
“As much as you love Valentino’s dresses, you wouldn’t want to use them as a blanket.” The girl softly chuckled and Miranda didn’t reply.
Andy eased the exhausted and light body of Miranda up a little and soon got her under the covers. “There now, nice and comfy.” She whispered, well knowing that there was no way to get the older woman into the bathroom.
Nigel said she used the toilet just half an hour ago before Andy came to get her and he gave her some mints for the breath. It has to be enough for today.
Seeing her boss drifting into sleep so peacefully made Andy fighting the urge to bend down and kiss the white hared woman on her forehead very hard. The turned off the light and stepped away from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she suddenly heard the older woman mumbling.
Andy gulped. “Well… to my room… To change into my night shirt…”
The older woman slightly shifted. “Then you come back? You promised not to leave me…” she slightly sniffed.
“Yes, I’ll come back. I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” Andrea replied and sighed.
She moved away from the bed, went through the suite and took the key card with her.
When Andy arrived at her room a few doors down the hall, she pulled out her cell phone and text Nigel about her stay in Miranda’s suite. She could easily imagine his wide smile, because he knows about her helpless crush on Miranda.
Emily’s going to die if she finds out…. Oh well, screw it! She thought, still angry about Emily’s death stare when she walked with Miranda out of the redhead’s room.
Andy slowly pulled down her expensive Chanel dress, got the rid of the not very lesser expensive lingerie and put on her normal underwear and a simple night shirt.
She took some extra cloths to change for the next day with her, locked the room and sneaked successfully to Miranda’s suite again.
She entered, locked the door and went to the large bedroom quietly. She didn’t hear any sounds, so it seemed Miranda was finally asleep. Maybe she could take the couch or…
Andy nearly squealed when she heard Miranda’s still awakening voice. “You’re back.”
The young woman was slightly shocked, so she nodded and felt stupid, because the room was entirely dark so the older woman couldn’t see it. “Ye-yes.” She blurred out.
“Good.” Miranda said. “Now get in here.”
Andy gulped. “I… I don’t think that I…”
Miranda cut her off. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Get in.” She lifted the blanket a bit; Andy clearly heard the ruffle of sheets.
“O-okay.” She whispered, her defence completely fallen, moved around the large bed and got in, as far away as possible from Miranda. “Go-good night.” she stuttered, Miranda only gave an answering hum.
A few minutes nothing happened. Andy was trembling and slightly sweating. She was in the same bed with Miranda Priestly!
Why didn’t you crawl into her bed and asked for a bedtime story? Andy heard the snippy voice of Emily in her head and wanted to laugh out loud, so badly. But she bit her lips, closed her eyes and hoped to die a quick dead, when Miranda will awake the next morning and find her second assistant in bed with her.
Suddenly there was movement and Miranda’s arms grabbed her shoulders to pull Andy closer to her. The brunette nearly screamed when she felt Miranda’s warm body pressed into hers and the editor just nuzzled her head in Andy’s thick brown hair.
Andy was panting, sweat on her forehead; the eyes wide open in shock, staring at the ceiling.
I’m doomed. she thought, desperation taking over her mind. I’m so fucking doomed!