Something To Talk About. 1/3
Author: pure_ecstasy6
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+
Beta: None. Me, myself & I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
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"Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other."
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Into You Like A Train.
Miranda sat down on the nearest chair away from as many people as possible. She was making her way to her terminal, but didn't bother as firstly; she had no idea when her plane was going to be taking off, and secondly; it would be too lonely. In her opinion it was better to sit with noisy strangers than alone.
Sighing she closed her eyes which were perfectly hidden behind Chanel sun glasses. She was supposed to be boarding her plane, but all flights had been bloody delayed, and as much as her assistants tried she wasn't allowed to take off in her private jet, but they did at least find the reason why; unexpected Royal movement.
It wasn't like Miranda was in a hurry to get home. She would be arriving home to an empty house what with her daughters spending half the month with their father and Patricia having passed away a couple months ago, and she hadn't bothered finding anyone new since the whole Stephen debacle. She'd had plenty of opportunities though and lots of offers… she was simply not interested. Men were off the table for now as all they did was bring drama she didn't need in her life and if she was completely honest with herself men weren't her cup of tea anymore.
So, anyway, back on the track of things... Miranda had purposely stayed longer in London after the fashion shows. She had spent most of her time in the corner pub near her hotel and in the little casino room in said pub. She had drank with the locals making her miss her old life in London, and played the slots. She was by no means a gambler, but the mood had striked those few nights. She had surprisingly won quite a bit of money and brought drinks for everyone the three nights she was there all because she didn't want to be alone. She detested loneliness and feared she would leave this Earth alone.
"Ugh, Dad, I know! I don't need you to reprimand me! I'm 24 not 16 anymore!"
Miranda looked up from her phone after having started playing a game of Bejeweled, turning her head to where that voice was coming from. She clicked out of her game and scanned her eyes round the crowded room - she was incredibly glad she hadn't been recognised...yet - and her eyes landed on the floor of the airport lounge where there was a woman laying on said floor with her head resting on an overnight duffle bag, with a snap back cap covering most of her face.
The voice continued.
"I'm well aware I've disappointed you by choosing to stay in NYC, but it's where I belong, where I feel closer to..." the woman stopped, and sighed. "This story I'm chasing could finally get me the Pulitzer Prize I've been dreaming about for years."
The woman with that weirdly familiar voice said, and she didn't know why, but her heart was racing like crazy as if she knew who the voice belonged to.
"Why can't you believe in me just this once, Dad?! No, I understand it's Pippa's Birthday, but it's only her 17th and I've already spoken to her and she's fine with me not being there. She along with Mom and Dylan know how seriously I take my work so please don't Andy me anymore!"
Miranda's eyes widened then and she instinctively leaned forward. "Oh my god." she thought, and before she could wrap her mind around who it was that glorious voice continued. She knew she shouldn't be listening in on this private conversation, but she couldn't help herself, and also it was hard when she was so close to Andrea.
"I'm sick of hearing these same words all because I'm not becoming a Lawyer like you. I'm hanging up now because I'm over being treated like dirt. Good bye!"
"Oh my god." Miranda repeated in her head. "Andrea Sachs. The one that got away."
The brunette beauty was the only assistant she had allowed to walk away unscathed to move on to her dream career.
The Runway Editor couldn't believe she was sharing the same breathing space with her former assistant. She watched as Andrea dropped her phone on her stomach and groaned softly in annoyance.
Before Miranda realised it her legs were moving and she was up and out of the uncomfortable chair and crossing the small distance between her and Andrea. She knew she should just walk away, but she couldn't stop herself. Her guilty pleasure had always been secretly feasting on Andrea with her eyes and for some reason the universe has given her a second change to do so again and she wasn't going to pass that up.
Miranda stopped beside Andrea, and saw the brunette freeze.
"Who's there?"
"Andrea, it's Miranda." The older woman announced, and she watched as Andrea relaxed and slowly pulled her cap up over her eyes. The brunette blinked those soulful eyes a few times adjusting to the bright lights before focusing on the Runway Editor.
"Mir-Miranda!" Andrea said, scrambling up and onto her feet, her phone dropping unnoticeable to the floor. "Um, hi." she said, a little breathlessly.
Miranda looked the woman up and down. Andrea wore black designer jeans, which were incredibly faded, with a black Metallica tee-shirt with a black blazer over the top. It might not be the most fashionable, but Andrea Sachs looked really, really good. Her face was flawless as ever, teeth gloriously white with full luscious lips which she noticed Andrea wet with her tongue nervously awaiting Miranda's response.
"It's nice to see you, you're looking well." Miranda said, and smirked when a look of speechlessness crossed Andrea.
"Thank you, Miranda, you ah... you look well too." Andrea replied, and Miranda saw the brunette cringe at obviously thinking her response was lame.
"I'm surprised to see you here in all places. Last I saw you were writing in Chicago and then Idaho." Miranda said, a little embarrassed to have confessed she had been following Andrea's career.
Andrea nodded. "The rest of my Idaho story has just gone to print. As for being here... I've, well, I was in Scotland researching this article that I think would be an amazing series with great potential. I have lots of notes and now I can't wait to get stuck into writing once I'm on the plane, that's if we ever get out of here."
Miranda smirked at Andrea's obvious frustration. "When were you meant to fly out?"
"Two hours ago." Andrea replied, running a hand through her hair. "They aren't telling me why all the planes are delayed. Do you think we should be worried?"
Miranda shook her head. "Nothing to be concerned about. They're delayed due to unexpected Royal movement."
"Oh." was all Andrea said. They were both familiar with this delay as it had happened a couple of times whilst the brunette was Miranda's assistant. "What about you... what are you doing here?! I thought you'd be well and truly back and Runway since London fashion week has been over a few days now. Is everything okay?"
"Family issues." Miranda responded, couldn't believing she had just said the biggest white lie as she was in touch with none of her family. "It's a long story." she said, adding a roll of her eyes.
"Fair enough."
Miranda watched as the brunette beauty looked around nervously.
"Have a drink with me?" Miranda shocked herself by suddenly asking those words. She saw Andrea's eyes widen. "It would help the both of us pass the time." she added.
"Sure, why not." Andrea replied, picking up her bag and looked at her. "Lead the way."
Miranda nodded, but before starting to walk away she elegantly leaned down and picked up Andrea's forgotten phone. "You might need this." she murmured, smirking, as she held said phone out to the brunette.
Andrea took it, but not before it had vibrated in Miranda's palm and the screen lit up causing the Runway Editor's eyes to widen as she caught a sight of the screen background.
"Ahh, thanks." Andrea replied, again running a hand through her hair, a little more nervously this time possibly sensing that Miranda had seen the photo.
"There's a bar down there." Miranda said, motioning with her head towards the right.
"Fantastic." Andrea responded, and with that Miranda began to lead the way as her mind swirled with thoughts over the fact that Andrea had a recent picture of her as her background phone picture. It only made her own feelings, feelings she thought were utterly ridiculous because Andrea was way out of her league, and also which she always thought would only ever be one sided, but now knowing that this could mean the brunette beauty shared her feelings she was totally taken aback.
"Oh my god." Miranda thought, eyes widening at what that could possibly mean for the future and her heart raced again. "These drinks with Andrea quite possibly could signal the beginning of something beautiful for the future."
Miranda Priestly loved the idea of being in a relationship with Andrea however she clearly wasn't good at relationships as no one stayed with her for longer than a couple of years, and she definitely didn't want to fuck up a possible future relationship with the brunette beauty as Andrea didn't deserve to be treated like anything other than royalty.
~*~
Andy couldn't believe the current situation she found herself in, and was sure she must be dreaming and still laying on the airport floor, but when she pinched her leg under the table and it hurt she realised this surreal moment was actually happening. She was in the airport bar about to have a drink with Miranda Priestly, who didn't seem to be one iota annoyed with her about the way she had walked away in Paris. The Runway Editor was either over it or saving the scathing words to leave Andy with on her merry way on her crappy commercial airline.
Crossing her fingers Andy hoped the latter didn't happen. She watched as a waiter hurriedly came over to their table having clearly recognised Miranda and was instantly nervous.
"Two of your finest Whisky's. Double shots."
"Certainly. Um, can I... ah, see some ID?" The waiter asked Andy.
"She's of age!" Miranda snapped, already annoyed by the young mans continued presence.
"My boss, I'll get fired if I weren't to ask."
Miranda opened her mouth to say something more, but Andy stopped her, quickly touching the Runway Editor's hand before getting her clutch.
"It's okay." Andy said, smiling at Miranda and then to the young waiter. "I understand, and I actually take it as a compliment." she said, as her eyes connected with Miranda's whose eyes were sparkling as the waiter took her ID.
"Thank you." He said a couple seconds later, handing back Andy's ID.
Andy simply smiled at him.
"Oh, and waiter boy." Miranda said, her tone unimpressed, stopping the young man as he began to walk away.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Miranda ground her teeth and Andy knew the Runway Editor loathed to be called ma'am.
"I feel like a pizza. Get a large ordered for us. Meat lovers. Pizza Hut perhaps."
"Pizza Hut?" Andy whispered.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No." Andy shook her head, laughing. "I just… I am surprised you would eat from there."
Miranda snorted. "Darling, I might be rich and famous, but I'm still the woman from the lower class family in East London."
Darling. Miranda had just used a term of endearment on her. Her heart raced and she watched as Miranda realised this also, but simply swallowed and smiled at her.
Their drinks were brought over a second later and Andy picked up her glass as Miranda did the same, and her eyes widened when she tasted the incredibly smooth Whisky. "Wow, this is amazing." she confessed softly.
"Only the best or nothing with me." Miranda said, winking.
The brunette began coughing as the Whisky she had just swallowed went down the wrong way at Miranda's obvious flirtation.
"Are you alright?" Miranda questioned.
Andy looked into Miranda's eyes that were absolutely wonderful as she got her coughing under control and nodded.
"What do you usually drink?" Miranda asked.
"Jack Daniels." Andy said, and saw Miranda scrunch her face up at that. "Ruffino red wine, and most beers I like."
"Sounds like I need to take you on a wine tour... explode those young taste buds of yours." Miranda said, and both women’s hearts raced at her words that were laced with so much suggestive flirtation. The Runway Editor had no idea where these words were coming from, but flirting was definitely something she didn't do.
Andy was incredibly taken aback by Miranda's words. She knew what she wanted to taste and she licked her lips at the thought. She cleared her throat, and tried to not think of her naughty thoughts. "I've never been to a vineyard."
"Really?" Miranda asked. "You've been missing out. We definitely need to change this." she said, stopping to sip her Whisky, and continued. "The French are my favourite, of course, but a close second is the Barossa Valley in South Australia."
"Going to Australia is like such a dream of mine." Andy responded, sighing at the thought.
"I feel like you would adore the Victorian country side in Australia." Miranda said, circling the tip of her glass with her index finger.
"I have no doubt." Andy said, continuing. "The Red Centre looks amazing. That's the spot where I'd love to study the Southern Hemisphere night sky."
"Mmm, I went to Uluru once. It's even more breathtaking than it looks, and the people are incredible. Sitting under the stars listening to the didgeridoo's and talking with the locals and hearing about their culture." Miranda said, stopping and smiling at an old memory. "I'd love to go back. I've actually been toying with the idea of getting a holiday home in Australia again."
"You should do it." Andy responded.
Miranda shrugged. "With the girls getting closer to college and spending less and less time with their boring old mother, and no future partner in sight, I don't see any point. It's hard enough for me to go home to an empty house."
"Why do you not see a partner in your not so distant future?" Andy question curiously, she was surprised by Miranda's words, and when the Runway Editor remained quiet, the brunette continued speaking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, but surely you have men, and women, throwing themselves at you."
"Yes, but none of whom I want." Miranda responded.
Andy opened her mouth to reply, but stopped when a pizza box was placed down in the middle of the table. She bit her lip, wishing she was the one who Miranda Priestly desired.
"Keep the change." Miranda said to the pizza hut delivery girl. "Lovely tattoo, by the way."
"Thanks. Got in for my mum." The delivery girl responded, looking down at said tattoo, before looking Miranda in the eyes again. "Love your magazine." she added with a wink, grinning, before turning around.
"Oh wow." Andy whispered as the girl walked away whom was younger than Andy. "See!"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Oh please, like she would have a crush on such an old woman like me."
"Why wouldn't she?" Andy asked. "You're such a catch."
Miranda snorted. "Why, because I have money?"
Andy sighed. "No." she responded, shaking her head. "You're incredible in so many different ways. You're smart and funny not to mention drop dead gorgeous."
Whatever Miranda had been expecting to hear it wasn't what the brunette was saying Andy knew as she could see the shock on the Runway Editor's face. "You're incredibly odd."
"Why, because I like you?" Andy asked then, surprising herself by her honesty of having just revealed her feelings to the most untouchable and unpredictable woman in the world. She felt her cheeks flushing as she continued to speak. "If I were a man I wou-"
"Why do you have to be a man?" Miranda asked, cutting the brunette off.
"I... well..." Andy trailed off, she didn't know what she should say, and as she knew what she had just said was pretty stupid. Her brain wasn't thinking clearly whilst sat in this phenomenal woman’s company.
"I've dated women before, if you must know." Miranda responded.
Andy could see that the older woman was watching her closely, studying her for some sort of sign.
"I've always said to myself that I would settle down with the right woman if she crossed my path." Miranda continued.
There was a certain way to how Miranda said that which made Andy say what she said next.
"Why do I get the feeling that this woman has already crossed your path?"
Miranda swallowed her mouthful of pizza. "She has."
Andy licked her lips. "So..." she raised an eyebrow. “What’s stopping you from telling her?"
"Fear." Miranda responded. "Fear because I don't want to break her heart... I'm a hard person to deal with, as you already know, and as my previous track record with husbands show... I don't know how to keep a strong and steady relationship."
Andy shrugged. "With the right person... together you could make it work if you truly wanted each other for the long run."
"Even so…" Miranda trailed off, sighing. "I just... I still can't work out if she likes me romantically or if she's just being friendly."
Andy watched as Miranda threw back the rest of her Whisky and waved for the waiter to get a refill.
"Plus I don't deal well with feeling like a fool if I were to be reading her signals wrong." Miranda continued.
"I doubt you are wrong. You're good at reading people’s behavior." Andy said, also throwing back the rest of her expensive Whisky. "You know what I think?" she asked as she watched the waiter as he filled their glasses again.
"Leave the bottle." Miranda said, taking said bottle from the waiter who had been about to walk away. "Do tell."
Andy bit her lip. "You should just tell her because I bet she's wondering the same thing. Does she or doesn't she like me?" she responded. "You could be pleasantly surprised by her response."
All signals told her that Miranda was attracted to her and that she could be the woman of Miranda's desires, but at the end of the day the brunette didn't know, and she didn't want to do anything until she knew for sure.
Andy waggled her eyebrows to Miranda who simply smirked in return.
~*~
Miranda watched Andrea closely looking for any signs of falseness, but found none. She swallowed down some more Whisky before taking a deep breath, letting it out shakily. "Here goes nothing then." she thought before looking at Andrea again, right in the eyes. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Andrea responded, grinning widely.
The Runway Editor let out a sigh of relief.
~*~
Miranda stood from the table just as the waiter came over with the bill. "Thanks for the service. I always enjoy coming to this little establishment."
Andy watched as Miranda handed over a wad of cash, her eyes widening at the amount.
"Oh, and honey, lose the fake hair dye, you won't be pulling real men with that style."
Miranda said, and again Andy's eyes widened, but the young waiter didn't see it as a rude comment.
"It's hard finding the right style, my hair dresser told me this was the in look."
Miranda shook her head, and Andy watched as the older woman dug around in her bag. "Go to Damien, tell him that Miranda sent you."
The young waiters eyes widened as Miranda handed over a piece of paper the Runway Editor had scrawled on with the address of a local hair dresser. "Thank you so much."
Miranda patted the young man on the shoulder.
Once they were out of the bar and walking towards the terminals again a woman’s voice came over the speakers announcing a flight that would be leaving soon.
"That's me." Andy said, and she saw Miranda frown.
"Come with me?" Miranda asked through her tipsy haze. "We could go watch the stars in the Southern Hemisphere."
"Oh, Miranda, wow. I... I don't know what to say to that." Andy replied, her mind swirling.
"Say yes." Miranda replied. "You won't be disappointed."
"As much as I want to say yes I have to get back to Manhattan. I only have four days to complete my article." Andy continued, and Miranda sighed.
"I understand." Miranda responded, and cringed when she could hear the clear disappointment in her tone. She had been stupidly foolish to have thought Andrea would have said yes.
"I've just been trying this thing of being more responsible and never walk out of another job again. I really, really would love to go with you, sooo maybe a raincheck?!" Andy asked.
Miranda nodded, remaining silent, still feeling foolish.
"But I would love to go to dinner with you if that offer still stands?" Andy questioned, grabbing Miranda's hand and squeezed as she looked around to make sure no one was watching. "I really like you, Miranda Priestly, and I want to be with you. It's what I've been dreaming of for month’s now." she whispered and moved so that she was much closer to Miranda, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Miranda gasped at the closeness, feeling Andrea's breasts through her thin shirt. The brunette beauty wasn't wearing a bra. She flushed at the thought. She cleared her throat, and nodded, trying to speak through the dryness of her throat from the brunette's close proximity. "Of course my offer still stands." she said, squeezing Andrea's hand and looking into those soulful brown eyes seeing that Andrea was wiser beyond her age. She knew she could get lost in said eyes for hours upon hours. "But if you change your mind, even if it's to simply fly back to Manhattan, my terminal is right down the end." she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
~*~
Andy stood in the long line waiting to board her plane, feeling incredibly floored by Miranda's offer.
"Next please."
The woman who stood at the door that led to the plane said a few minutes later and Andy slowly made her way towards her. She held out her ticket and passport as the woman looked at them both before smiling at her, telling her to enjoy her flight, as she waved the brunette through.
The brunette did so and began to walk down the long hallway.
~*~
Miranda looked up hopefully when she saw movement in the corner of her eye and sighed when it was only her pilot, Troy, coming back from the toilet.
"Oh, come on now, I don't have that much of an ugly mug, do I?" Troy responded.
Miranda stood. "Definitely not. I was just hoping you were someone else."
"Would you like to wait a while longer in case they show?" Troy questioned.
"No." Miranda responded, standing, and shaking her head. "We've been here long enough. Let's go home."
Troy nodded. "Okey dokey. Were clear to take off whenever."
"Good." Miranda said as she began following after Troy down the hallway.
~*~
Andy's feet pounded across the floor as she ran her fastest to get to Miranda's terminal.
Once there she saw the chairs were all empty, and the tarmac was empty. Her heart sank instantly as she reached for her phone and dialed a familiar number thankful said number hadn't been changed.
~*~
Miranda felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and started pulling it out as her private plane began moving towards the runway, getting into position for take-off. Her eyes widened when she saw Andrea's name flashing on the screen and she instantly connected the call.
"Andrea, is everything okay?!"
"Oh, thank god, you answered!" Andrea said in that ever so familiar tone as she had used that morning in Paris.
Miranda held her breath, hoping this meant what she hoped.
"I was an idiot for walking away from you again." Andrea said.
Miranda's heart was pounding now as Andrea continued.
"I changed my mind. I would love to come with you back to Manhattan."
At Andrea's words Miranda had to refrain herself from fist pumping the air, a movement her daughters did on a regular basis, as she stood from the chair and quickly made her way to the cockpit door. "I'm so glad that you changed your mind." she said, as she knocked on said door.
"Me too."
Miranda's heart fluttered at Andrea's breathy response.
"I'm at your gate, but I don't see your plane." Andrea said.
"It's alright, you rang just in time as we haven't taken off yet." Miranda responded, continuing. "I'll have Troy turn around. Walk down the hallway, we won't be long."
"Okay."
"I'll see you soon." Miranda said and hung up as her co-pilot, Nicholas, opened the cockpit door. "Change of plans." she said, and Troy looked over his shoulder at her, smirking.
"Told you we should have stayed a while longer." Troy commented.
"Sorry." Miranda mouthed to Troy before retreating back to one of the seats as Troy began moving the plane back to the terminal.
A Few Minutes Later.
As soon as Troy opened the heavy plane door Miranda instantly saw Andrea which was a sight, in that moment, she had never seen anything or anyone more beautiful. The brunette woman’s face widened in a smile as she closed the distance between them.
"Hey." Andrea breathlessly said as Miranda waved her through onto the plane, the brunette brushing past her, causing her breath to catch.
"Did you bring any other bags?" Miranda asked, thinking surely the brunette wouldn't have traveled overseas with only one bag.
"A suitcase, but I'm sure the plane has taken off by now." Andrea replied.
"Who were you flying with?" Troy chimed in from where he stood behind them.
Andrea simply handed Troy her ticket information and the pilot retreated back into the cockpit and called in the plane. "It's still on the tarmac, mechanical issues."
"Good thing you aren't on that plane then." Miranda murmured, touching Andrea's hand.
Andrea chuckled as Troy continued.
"Someone will bring your suitcase over if I can just get some details about what it looks like?"
"Of course." Andrea responded, and explained to Troy. "It is a Louis Vuitton suitcase, one of the few things I kept from Runway," she said, looking to Miranda momentarily before looking back to Troy. "It has a Northwestern sticker near the handle and a rainbow ribbon on one of the zippers."
"Thanks." Troy said, calling it in.
Miranda placed her hand on Andrea's lower back, and held out a hand, motioning for Andrea to wander further into the plane. "Come... make yourself comfortable." she said, just as Andrea's eyes widened as she looked around this part of the plane.
"This is... wow... I never thought I'd ever say this, and I know you're rich, but shit, you are rich! This is mind blowingly amazing." Andrea said, shaking her head in awe.
Miranda chuckled. "Yes, well, the money has its perks." she responded, as she walked over to the seat she had been occupying. "My girls were ecstatic when they learned I was purchasing a plane."
"I can imagine." Andrea replied. "It's all custom designed?"
"I designed most of it." Miranda said, nodding, and the brunette smile.
"I thought so. It's very you." Andrea murmured, and the Runway Editor couldn't take her eyes off of the stunning brunette, who seemed to be taking in every little detail. "I love it."
Miranda watched as Andrea sat down on the sofa across from her as the plane once again began to move back to the take-off position. She stood and walked over to the fridge by the bar, grabbing out a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She knew Andrea would never have had this brand before as she uncorked it, and the whole time she felt Andrea's eyes on her. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, wondering what on earth the young woman must be thinking, and why on earth the brunette was attracted to her in the first place was beyond her.
~*~
Andy took in the plane around her. It was exactly what she had said; mind blowingly amazing. Everything was done to perfection, and the colours were very similar to Miranda's townhouse. Light blues, and dark browns. She could see past dark purple curtains a bigger lounge area and further on was a spiral staircase that lead up to dark red double doors that she guessed was the master suite. She swallowed at the thought of being able to go up there with Miranda, their naked bodies pressed together, as they had the greatest "high mile club" sex in the history of time.
She then watched as Miranda got back up and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of really expensive looking champagne, a brand she had never even heard of. She licked her lips, her taste buds having missed the fancy drinks that came with working at Runway. Even the simple bottle of San Pellegrino had been totally awesome as Andy had never been able to afford a bottle of that, her money tight and needing to go to live a life in Manhattan.
"Alright, ladies, we are all clear to take off. If you could please take your seats and put your seatbelts on we will begin our descent." Troy’s voice was heard over the speakers. "On behalf of Nicholas and I we hope you enjoy your flight."
Miranda handed one of the tall flute glasses that was generously filled.
"Thank you." Andy murmured, and took a sip from it, her eyes widening and the Runway Editor chuckled.
"I knew you'd like this one." Miranda commented. "Follow me."
Andy did so, and followed the Runway Editor through the purple curtains which Miranda closed behind her before they walked further into the plane, through the large lounge area that had the biggest TV the brunette had ever seen, and they walked passed the spiral staircase through another set of curtains where there was a couple rows of seats that looked even more comfortable than in business class.
"Does the cockpit door get locked on private planes?" Andy randomly asked.
"Yes, it's a protocol for every plane to do so after 9/11." Miranda responded as they sat down on the dark blue seats.
A couple of minutes later, and half way through her glass, Andy gasped when the plane began roaring down the runway. Sitting right back in here seat, she closed her eyes, and gripped said seat tightly.
"You don't like flying?" she heard Miranda question beside her, feelings the older woman’s eyes on her.
"Just really hate this part." Andy responded, and smiled when she felt Miranda's hand atop hers. She slowly un-gripped from where it was on the arm of the chair, and opened her eyes, watching as they entwined their fingers.
The plane ascended into the sky and Andy closed again at the bizarre feeling it always stirred up inside of her, her stomach filling with butterflies, and her heart racing.
"That piece you did on the autistic boy who got lost in the Washington Forest brought me to tears... the way you wrote his parents, their emotions and the volunteers. I just thought... good god, that woman has serious talent, and I'm so incredibly pleased that I was able to help you with your dream career." Miranda said, and Andy smiled, it was obvious that the Runway Editor was trying to get her to speak and get her mind off of the plane which was getting higher and higher in the sky.
"You're going to go high places with your work." Miranda continued. "I can’t wait to watch your journey as the world’s most sought after journalist, and hopefully be by your side the whole time."
"I love the thought of that." Andy replied, as they hit pockets of turbulence. "And you have no idea how much your kind words mean to me. I just wish my dad would feel the same way that you do."
"I'm sorry that your Father is like that, but I'm sure someday he'll come around and realise what amazing things you've achieved in your career." Miranda responded, and squeezed the brunette’s hand, taking a sip from her champagne.
"I really hope so. I hate that our relationship has changed." Andy replied, and sighed, relaxing as the plane stopped jolting due to turbulence and it became calm and smooth. "All because I didn't want to be a hot shot lawyer like him he has started treating me differently."
"Are you the oldest?" Miranda asked.
"Oldest daughter, yes." Andy replied, shaking her head. "That shouldn't matter though."
"He cares for you, and only wants what is best." Miranda responded. "But I honestly don't understand parents who don't and won't accept their children for who they are and what they want to do for a career."
"You're a great mom." Andy said, looking at Miranda.
"Thank you." Miranda murmured. "How many siblings do you have?"
Andy smiled at those words. "Two brothers, Harrison and Dylan, and a sister, Pippa."
"And do you all get along?" Miranda asked however she felt it was a stupid question with the way Andrea had lit up at the mention of siblings. She could see the obvious deep love Andrea had for her siblings.
"We definitely do. My entire family is extremely close. I have five cousins who I unfortunately don't get to see that often, but every time we do it's like no time has passed and we all get along like a house on fire." Andy responded.
Miranda smiled at that. "Sounds lovely. It must be nice having a family like that. I wish I could have been like that with mine, ut we were quite the dysfunctional lot, and we all had a huge falling out over something that had been going on at the time, and I haven't spoken to my mother or my older siblings, Marilyn and Dennis, since. However my younger brother, Daniel, he came to live with me about a decade ago, but he died not long after."
"I'm really sorry about that, Miranda that must have been so awful." Andy responded, squeezing Miranda's hand.
"It was a very hard few months for us, and for the girls because they were so young and didn't understand what was happening, but I had already accepted what was inevitable and so when he left this world I knew he was in a better, pain free, place. I miss him each and every day though. He was the only one who truly understood me." Miranda said, shocking herself by how open she felt she could be with her former assistant, but during Andrea's Runway tenure there had been plenty of times the young woman could have leaked personal information on her for money, but never did, hence why she knew she could trust Andrea Sachs.
"I wish I never have to imagine a death in the family." Andy confessed softly. "Everyone is still alive and kicking in my family, even my grandmother who is 93 still plays tennis."
"Wow... now that is an impressive woman." Miranda responded. "But it's good you haven't had to experience the pain of losing someone close to you." she said, drinking the rest of her champagne. "Make sure you keep the steady and loving relationships with each and every one of them." she added, and was surprised when she felt her eyes watering up. "Because you'll regret it every waking moment if you don't." she finished and wished she didn't have tears in her eyes. She hated looking weak in front of people she had once intimated, but then she reminded herself that she had once cried in front of Andrea, a moment she had tried to forget as soon as it had happened. She had a lot of trust in Andrea, and she really hoped it wouldn't someday come back to bite her in the arse.
Andy could see Miranda struggling with her emotions. To put all her emotions out there or to hold back. She opened her mouth to say something, but Miranda spoke before she could.
"Well, it would seem that the whisky has affected me more than I thought. You're the first person I've been this open with in such a long time... thank you for listening to me ramble like a silly old woman." she said and at those words Andrea laughed.
"Oh please, you're far from old!" Andy said and saw the Runway Editor roll her eyes. "Anyway, you're only as old as you feel." she added, winking at Miranda, and they both laughed.
"I really love your laugh." Miranda commented, her heart was racing as she stared into Andrea's sparkling eyes, and looked from said eyes to plump lips, back to her eyes. She then saw Andrea bite her lip before the brunette was leaning closer, and so Miranda also did the same thing and at the first touch of Andrea's mouth on hers she couldn't believe how amazingly perfect it felt, and how it had taken her this long to kiss another woman again, but she was glad that her first woman since Paula was with the magnificent Andrea Sachs.
~*~
A Couple Hours Later.
"You know, I always saw the way you looked at me, but I never in my wildest of dreams let myself think this would ever happen." Andy said, from where she sat one end of the two seater couch with the Runway Editor after having had a tour of the whole plane except for the master suite. Her legs were on Miranda's lap and the other woman had put her hand on the skin revealed from her jeans sliding up her leg from sitting down. She was just glad she had decided to quickly shave that morning.
Their eyes had been connected all night, neither of them wanting to look away, both feeling transfixed to each other.
Miranda put a hand over her face. "And here I thought I was being discreet." she replied, feeling her cheeks going red.
Andy chuckled. "I was always flattered, but at the same time so nervous not knowing what you were thinking because I was so new at being fashionable, and that deep down under these clothes I wouldn't live up to your standards." she softly confessed and instantly saw Miranda shakeher head.
"Oh, darling, you need to get those ridiculous thoughts from you head." Miranda replied, and ran her hand up and down Andrea's leg, along the expanse of skin that was revealed to her.
"That feels nice." Andy whispered.
"Good." Miranda whispered in reply. "Tell me something about yourself."
"Like what?" Andy questioned. "I'm terrible when put on the spot like this... I end up saying something stupid."
"Absolutely anything." Miranda said as they both took a couple sips from their glasses.
Andy caught sight of the bar and shrugged. "I can do twelve shots in a row of any type of liquor." she said, having spotted a brand of Whisky that looked like what they had in the airport.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Without being sick afterwards?" she questioned. "Or falling to the floor?"
Andy chuckled. "Nope, I don't do either. A real whisky drinker doesn't puke afterwards." she responded. "And you know what they say about female whisky drinkers..."
The Runway Editor shook her head. "Do tell."
"Us gals have more fun, were extremely wise and very provocative." Andy replied, winking at Miranda. "And I never half ass things... If I’m going to do something I do it to one hundred percent satisfaction."
Miranda did what Andrea did earlier that night, coughed on her mouthful of champagne, as it went down the wrong way as she thought about what Andrea said and what it practically implied.
Andy cleared her throat. "I'm by no means an alcoholic, however I do come from a long line of alcoholics, but I do love a good few drinks now and then, usually I'm too poor to buy alcohol though."
"Since being with Stephen drinking has become a nightly thing for me. Also having an empty house a lot more often... I hate it... and so when I'm looking at The Book or reading a novel I have a glass of something because it calms me and makes me feel better." Miranda said, shrugging. "That makes me sound so bad."
Andy shook her head instantly. "I'm not judging you one bit. Like I said, there are a lot of drinkers in my family." she said, also shrugging.
They were silent for a few moments.
"What about you... tell me something random that not many people know about you?" Andy questioned.
"I'm quite the germaphobe. I refuse to do a cruise of any kind with lots of people. Noroviruses love those. Planes I can only just put up with, but after an incident that occurred a couple months ago that caused my girls to get incredibly sick I decided to purchase this.,." she said, waving a hand around where they sat. "Anyway..." she said, sipping her drink. “I suppose I just didn't want to be one of those famous people with a plane and their own private one which is why I held off getting a plane for so long."
"I always did wonder why you never had your own plane." Andy said.
"Now you know." Miranda murmured, and chuckled. "I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"This is going to show how much of a germaphobe I am, but... do you get sick often?" Miranda asked, she had to know, she asked this question to all her possible future partners. She breathed a sigh of relief when Andrea shook her head in the negative.
"I haven't had the flu since the 1999, but I've had the odd cold that only ever lasts a couple days, and I haven't had a bacterial virus since I was 5. I have been incredibly blessed with a fantastic immune system, and an iron gut."
"Mmm... incredibly lucky indeed." Miranda murmured in reply. "I used to get sick a lot as a child, but I thankfully am not like that anymore. Last time I had a stomach virus was in 2000 after I came back from Bangkok. It was absolutely horrendous, and the flu, gosh I haven't had one in a long time either, but with Emily catching the cold every bloody second I'm forever getting it also."
Andy laughed at that. "So, were pretty identical then." she responded, smirking, and maneuvered so she was situated more in the middle of the couch, and she reached out with her left hand and ran it through Miranda's stunning and unique hair. "You're so beautiful." she whispered. "I'm so lucky to be with you like this."
Miranda's breath caught at those genuine words as she turned her head into Andrea's hand that was now cupping her cheek. "You're a sweet talker."
"No, just honest." Andy softly said just as Miranda began kissing her palm, and her eyes fluttered at the sensation. She leaned even closer to Miranda and their mouths met again in an incredibly passionate and heated kiss. "I love the way you make me feel."
Miranda couldn't believe her lucky either. She was kissing the woman she had been dreaming of for quite some time who was magnificent in so many different ways. She had no words to describe how she felt other than... "I've never felt like this with any other soul before."
"Maybe were soulmates." Andy whispered.
"Mates for life just like Swans." Miranda whispered.
Andy bit her lip. "I hope I haven't jinxed it."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't worry about that superstitious jinxy crap, darling, there's more of a change of this plane going down than our possible relationship getting jinxed."
Andy chuckled. "I know, I just... this feels so damn right that I don't..." she trailed off, and cupped Miranda's cheek.
"I know." Miranda whispered, softly kissing the brunette beauty again. "I know we cannot promise anything, but anything can happen in the future, however this... what we feel... I know we've only just "gotten together" but it feels so natural and normal with you, as if were soulmates indeed."
"Who knows, maybe we were together in a past life." Andy murmured.
Miranda smiled. "Maybe." she whispered, and then they began kissing all over again and she gasped in surprise when Andrea pressed herself into her, and could feel Andrea's hands on her breasts.
"Oh god." Miranda whispered in between breaths for air, and she moaned softly, surprising herself as she was mostly quiet during sex. Eric and Stephen having never excited her enough to be vocal, it was always their needs over her own, but now with this brunette beauty she again wondered why it had taken her so long to be with another woman coming to the same simple conclusion; she had been waiting for her Andrea Sachs. There was no one else like the brunette.
Right from the start there had been something about the young, fresh faced, woman from Ohio. The woman had been able to anticipate her needs and wants before Miranda had even asked for whatever it was, and no other person had been able to do this with the difficult Editor in Chief.
Nor had anyone made her feel out of this world, on cloud nine, falling in love like a love sick teenager. It was absolutely insane because it was early days, but Andrea Sachs was definitely someone she could see herself handing her heart over to for the rest of her life. "I want to feel all of you." she shocked herself by saying.
"Let me take you to bed." Andy whispered, cheeks flushing, and breathing fast. "I'm not the type of person to just go to bed with anyone, but you Miranda, there's something about you and I need to be with you like an addict needs their heroine hit."
The brunette had gone down on her best friend before they went to opposite sides of the country and it was something they had thought of doing for a long time, and this was after six years of friendship. Then there was Nate who she met in her early days at University, but they never had sex until eight months into University, and then there was Christian Thompson who had been one big mistake. Miranda Priestly however was, and never would be, a mistake, no matter what happened down the track.
"You're so special and I want to make you feel as amazing as I think you are." Andy whispered.
Miranda swallowed hard as a new wave of emotions and arousal settled between her legs. "Take me to bed."
~*~
Miranda couldn't believe how nervous she was as she made her way down Andrea's body, pressing kisses all over just like the brunette had done with her. Even though Miranda has been with women before, all of two, she had only ever performed cunnilingus on one; Paula. She was a story for another day though.
The Runway Editor didn't want to disappoint Andrea or make her feel anything less than how the woman made her feel. She could smell Andrea and she smelt magnificent. As the brunette continued to squirm under her touch she knew she had to stop wear the teasing and get down to business. She slid further down and off the bed, deciding to kneel at the edge on the lush carpet, and slowly spread Andrea's legs and took in the brunette's vagina that was glistening gloriously, the woman was more than ready for her, and she softly moaned at said sight and thought.
She kissed down the inside of Andrea's thigh, breathing in Andrea's scent as she went, before she looked up into the brown eyes of who she hoped was her soulmate, as she leaned down and had her first taste of her new, unexpectedly so, lover.
Andrea bucked at the first touch of her tongue, and the Runway Editor chuckled into the young woman’s vagina.
Moving her tongue slowly up and down Andrea's slick folds that were becoming wetter with each lick. "Mmm... you taste divine." she murmured, and Andrea moaned in response. Miranda flicked her tongue then gently sucked on Andrea's clitoris, all the while wondering why she had been so nervous to do this in the first place when it was like riding a bike you hadn't ridden in ages. Not to mention it was so much better and pleasant than choking on a cock, and for the third time that night, the older woman couldn't believe it had taken her so long to be with another woman sexually and emotionally having never really enjoyed being with men.
This was Miranda's true calling; sexually and emotionally pleasing women.
Miranda was absolutely over the moon having been given this chance to be with Andrea, and hopefully build a future together.
"Ohhh fuck!" Andy moaned loudly as Miranda plunged her tongue as far as she could inside Andrea, having found out earlier that the young woman loved her sweet spot deep inside her penetrated as she had done so earlier when they had stopped and she had been pressed up against the wall, Andrea attacking her mouth and neck, and they had fingered each other right there against said wall before falling into bed.
Andrea arched into her mouth, keening desperately. "It's not going to take me long." she heard her young lover say.
"Just let it out." Miranda responded, mouth only momentarily leaving Andrea's vagina, before resuming her ministrations of Andrea deep inside her with her tongue. She went as deep as she could go which drove the brunette crazy.
"Yes, yes!! God, that feels soooo fucking god." Andy whispered, eyes tightly shut, moaning loudly. "Ohhh, Miranda... don't stop."
Oh, she didn't plan on stopping. She continued to fuck Andrea with her tongue as the brunette writhed under her.
"Yes, that's it... Ohh god... I'm going to..."
Andrea stopped, trailing off, and her lower body arched fully off the bed.
The Runway Editor simply continued to move her tongue inside her lover, fast and hard, just the way Andrea seemed to like it. She played with Andrea's clitoris with her thumb which sent her lover right over the edge. Her lover froze before trembling and those long luscious legs squeezed against her head tightly, keeping her right where she was, in a tight headlock.
"Ohhh.... yessss....." Andy said, coming down from her climax.
Miranda hummed and chuckled into Andrea's vagina as she continued to slowly lap at Andrea's juices, and the brunette moaned some more.
"Miranda..." Andy said, breathlessly.
At her name being moaned by her most favourite voice her heart fluttered as her stomach filled with butterflies as she continued to slowly move her tongue through Andrea's folds, and her young lover slowly released her legs from the headlock grip on Miranda's head and again spread her legs with a new round of eagerness.
"More?" Miranda questioned, wanting that reassurance.
"God, yes!" Andy said, moaning, her lower body arching into Miranda's mouth again.
And so, with a smug smirk, Miranda began bringing Andrea to another climax, happy to do this for as long as her new lover could go.
~*~
As Andy came down from her second climax she smiled when Miranda kissed atop her pussy before making her way up her still trembling body.
"Are you okay?" Miranda murmured when their eyes connected.
Andy cupped the older woman’s flushed face. "I'm more than okay. That was.... beyond my wildest imagination." she breathed, and bit her lip when Miranda kissed her chest and breasts, her lover moving all over her body as if she wanted to explore her all over again, and this made Andrea feel absolutely wonderful.
Nate, and definitely not Christian, had never made her feel this way.
"I'm already falling in love with you." she heard herself saying before she could stop it. She really hoped that this would turn into something serious and beautiful.
As she looked into Miranda's eyes she could see that the Runway Editor shared her deep, genuine, feelings. Andy always did hope she would get her fairytale romance like in all the Disney stories she read as a little girl.
As Miranda continued to kiss her Andy wrapped her legs around the Editors body, locking and pulling her closer, never wanting this embrace and moment to end.
But annoyingly it did so a few seconds later as Miranda slowly began pulling away whilst they gazed into each other’s eyes.
"I want to forever do this with you." Miranda whispered.
"You do?" Andy asked.
"Very much so." Miranda replied, before yawning and causing the brunette to do the same. "I really have to pee."
Andy chuckled and unwrapped her legs from the older woman’s body. "If you must."
Miranda also chuckled, kissed Andrea on the lips, before slowly standing from the bed not at all trying to cover herself from the brunette. She knew her body wasn't the greatest, especially now that she was getting older, but if Andrea wanted to be with her then she should know right from the start what an older woman’s body looked like, sagging breasts and all.
Andy couldn't get her eyes off Miranda. "Wow." she breathed, and saw the Runway Editor blushing. "You're so beautiful." she said, and watched as Miranda looked down at her body.
"I don't know what it is you see in me, but I'm so grateful that there's something that is appealing to you."
Andy smiled and stretched out her arms, resting them behind her head. "I think the same about myself, but here I am, laying in Miranda Priestly's bed... nude and deliciously sated.
"Which is fast becoming my favourite sight." Miranda softly said before motioning behind her. "I really must..."
"Of course. Go." Andy replied, waving the Runway Editor away just as there was a knock at the door.
"Champagne service!" The co-pilot, Nicholas, voice was heard.
"Could you get that, darling?" Miranda's voice floated out from the ensuite.
"Sure." Andy replied, sitting and swinging her legs out of the extravagant bed leaning forward and grabbing her discarded shirt. She walked over to the door and poked her head out said door. "Hey."
"Evening, miss, here is your bottle of champagne that you asked for earlier. Troy was sleeping so I couldn't leave straight away."
"It's alright." Andy replied, taking the bottle which was already uncorked. "Thanks so much." she said and when the co-pilot turned around and headed back down the stairs the brunette shut the door, locking it.
Wandering back towards the bed she began pouring two glasses as she heard the toilet flushing. It wasn't long before Miranda walked back out wearing a merone coloured silky night robe. She held out a glass which Miranda took, their fingers brushing, causing both women to smile.
"I would like to make a toast." Miranda said.
Andy locked eyes with Miranda, both women smiling. "Sure."
"To the future that I know will be wonderful with you by my side." Miranda softly spoke.
Andy's heart fluttered at the thought. She nodded. "Yes." she replied, a little dumb founded, still taken aback that Miranda Priestly was interested in her romantically. She felt silly not being able to say anything else as she was totally speechless, but the Runway Editor didn't seem to mind, as Miranda chuckled and they clinked glasses.
A few moments passed as they enjoyed the moment, thinking about what Miranda's words meant for the future.
"I'm sure Nicholas has lots of thoughts swirling around his mind knowing were in here together." Andy said, breaking the silence, as she laid back down onto the bed, propping herself up against all the comfortable cushions and pillows.
Miranda chuckled. "No doubt. We've probably made his whole month."
"Whole year, probably." Andy replied, laughingly, and blushed. "Don't you get paranoid they'll leak things about your personal life? Especially guys as young as him?"
"They can go ahead, but everyone now signs confidential papers, and if they were to speak out they'll have a law suit slapped in their face." Miranda responded, settling down on the bed also.
The brunette turned on her side to gaze at Miranda.
"I don't think anyone who works for me is stupid enough to risk doing anything like leaking my personal information." Miranda continued.
"Has it ever happened?" Andy asked curiously.
"When I found out I was pregnant someone overheard in the doctor’s office and went to the press. I was still wrapping my head around being pregnant and then the next morning it was all over the papers and magazines." Miranda responded.
"What did you do?"
"Had my lawyers find this person who turned out to be a desperate mother that needed the money for her sick son." Miranda continued, sipping the champagne, yawning. "He died not long after… The treatment having not worked... that mother now works as my housekeeper."
Andy's eyes widened at that. "Cara?" she breathed and Miranda nodded. "Oh my." she continued. "See, this is why I lo-" she stopped herself before she nearly let those words slip. It was far too early to say that, but it was obvious Miranda knew what she had been about to say as the older woman raised an eyebrow, but didn't look at all worried about it.
The brunette cleared her throat. "This is why I'm so damn attracted to you, Miranda, you're so kind and giving. Why the media makes you out to be a monster is beyond me when you're nothing like that. I saw what you did last month, taking that sick girl and her family to Milan because she wanted to see a real life Fashion Show for her Make A Wish dream. You give to so many charities, have sponsored countless children in third world countries and have adopted tiger families to keep them from poachers. The list could go on and on..." she said, and took Miranda's hand, leaning down and kissing it. "You're a phenomenal woman, Miranda Priestly, never thinking anything less."
They kissed passionately, their hands all over each other, but already sexually sated for the time being they simply made out before continuing to speak and drink champagne for a while longer, devouring each other’s words.
A Little While Later.
The brunette had been listening to Miranda speak about her new project of a Men's Runway and to have Nigel at the helm. She had started to yawn quite a lot and when Miranda got up to use the loo, she too admitting how exhausted she was, came back to bed to find a sleeping Andrea all cosy under the dark red duvet.
The older woman smiled and dimmed the lights, joining her new and hopefully life partner and lover in slumber, knowing it was a good idea to get a few hours of shut eye before they landed.
~*~
Miranda woke when she felt movement in the bed. She opened her eyes and saw Andrea settle back in.
"Sorry if I woke you." The brunette softly said, getting down under the duvet, and put an arm over Miranda's stomach, sighing happily. "It feels like I've been sleeping for hours, but it's only been two hours."
At Andrea's words she looked over at the alarm clock. Indeed, they had only been in bed, sleeping, for two hours. She reached over and grabbed the phone, connecting it to the cockpit.
Andy listened as Miranda asked how much longer they would be in the air until they arrived at JFK.
"Two and a half hours, ma'am." The co-pilot spoke.
"Thank you, Nicholas." Miranda said before putting the phone back down. "A little over two until we land." she informed Andrea who yawned.
"I don't want to leave this bed." Andy said, pulling Miranda closer into her. "Or you."
Miranda's heart raced. "It'll be morning when we land. Come back to the house and have brunch with me?" she asked and saw Andrea smile widely at her in response.
"I couldn't think of a better thing to do for brunch." Andy said, winking at the older woman whose breath caught.
At Andrea's suggestive words and the way the younger woman waggled her eyes Miranda felt a new wave of arousal settle between her legs as she thought of all the different places her lover could go down on her in the townhouse.
It was as if Andrea could read her mind as her lover began trailing her right hand down her much older body. She had thought the age would be a bit of an issue, but so far it didn't surface, and honestly she didn't think it would ever become much of an issue as the brunette was older beyond her years.
Taking Andrea's hand and lifting it up she watched as their hands entwined. She really had to get a little bit more sleep before they landed or else she was going to feel like a zombie. It seemed Andrea felt the same as the brunette yawned again. She placed the brunettes hand back down on her stomach and her eyes fluttered. "It's so lovely laying with you like this."
Andy hummed in response, eyes always closing again.
"Let's get some sleep for a little bit longer. I'll set the alarm for two hours." Miranda spoke, cracking her eyes open longer enough to do so.
"I don't know what's going on. I haven't yawned this much in ages." Andy said.
"Seems like we've both had a long week." was Miranda response and soon enough they were sleeping soundly again.
~*~
Notes: I had wanted to have posted this in full but for some reason I cannot find the end of the story... I hope I didn't lose it when my computer crashed! *fingers crossed* I can find my hand written drafts for it.
Pairing: Mirandy <3
Rating: R18+
Beta: None. Me, myself & I. I apologise for any and all mistakes.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada character's aren't mine, I am simply borrowing them, and I make no profit from this.
~*~
"Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other."
~*~
Into You Like A Train.
Miranda sat down on the nearest chair away from as many people as possible. She was making her way to her terminal, but didn't bother as firstly; she had no idea when her plane was going to be taking off, and secondly; it would be too lonely. In her opinion it was better to sit with noisy strangers than alone.
Sighing she closed her eyes which were perfectly hidden behind Chanel sun glasses. She was supposed to be boarding her plane, but all flights had been bloody delayed, and as much as her assistants tried she wasn't allowed to take off in her private jet, but they did at least find the reason why; unexpected Royal movement.
It wasn't like Miranda was in a hurry to get home. She would be arriving home to an empty house what with her daughters spending half the month with their father and Patricia having passed away a couple months ago, and she hadn't bothered finding anyone new since the whole Stephen debacle. She'd had plenty of opportunities though and lots of offers… she was simply not interested. Men were off the table for now as all they did was bring drama she didn't need in her life and if she was completely honest with herself men weren't her cup of tea anymore.
So, anyway, back on the track of things... Miranda had purposely stayed longer in London after the fashion shows. She had spent most of her time in the corner pub near her hotel and in the little casino room in said pub. She had drank with the locals making her miss her old life in London, and played the slots. She was by no means a gambler, but the mood had striked those few nights. She had surprisingly won quite a bit of money and brought drinks for everyone the three nights she was there all because she didn't want to be alone. She detested loneliness and feared she would leave this Earth alone.
"Ugh, Dad, I know! I don't need you to reprimand me! I'm 24 not 16 anymore!"
Miranda looked up from her phone after having started playing a game of Bejeweled, turning her head to where that voice was coming from. She clicked out of her game and scanned her eyes round the crowded room - she was incredibly glad she hadn't been recognised...yet - and her eyes landed on the floor of the airport lounge where there was a woman laying on said floor with her head resting on an overnight duffle bag, with a snap back cap covering most of her face.
The voice continued.
"I'm well aware I've disappointed you by choosing to stay in NYC, but it's where I belong, where I feel closer to..." the woman stopped, and sighed. "This story I'm chasing could finally get me the Pulitzer Prize I've been dreaming about for years."
The woman with that weirdly familiar voice said, and she didn't know why, but her heart was racing like crazy as if she knew who the voice belonged to.
"Why can't you believe in me just this once, Dad?! No, I understand it's Pippa's Birthday, but it's only her 17th and I've already spoken to her and she's fine with me not being there. She along with Mom and Dylan know how seriously I take my work so please don't Andy me anymore!"
Miranda's eyes widened then and she instinctively leaned forward. "Oh my god." she thought, and before she could wrap her mind around who it was that glorious voice continued. She knew she shouldn't be listening in on this private conversation, but she couldn't help herself, and also it was hard when she was so close to Andrea.
"I'm sick of hearing these same words all because I'm not becoming a Lawyer like you. I'm hanging up now because I'm over being treated like dirt. Good bye!"
"Oh my god." Miranda repeated in her head. "Andrea Sachs. The one that got away."
The brunette beauty was the only assistant she had allowed to walk away unscathed to move on to her dream career.
The Runway Editor couldn't believe she was sharing the same breathing space with her former assistant. She watched as Andrea dropped her phone on her stomach and groaned softly in annoyance.
Before Miranda realised it her legs were moving and she was up and out of the uncomfortable chair and crossing the small distance between her and Andrea. She knew she should just walk away, but she couldn't stop herself. Her guilty pleasure had always been secretly feasting on Andrea with her eyes and for some reason the universe has given her a second change to do so again and she wasn't going to pass that up.
Miranda stopped beside Andrea, and saw the brunette freeze.
"Who's there?"
"Andrea, it's Miranda." The older woman announced, and she watched as Andrea relaxed and slowly pulled her cap up over her eyes. The brunette blinked those soulful eyes a few times adjusting to the bright lights before focusing on the Runway Editor.
"Mir-Miranda!" Andrea said, scrambling up and onto her feet, her phone dropping unnoticeable to the floor. "Um, hi." she said, a little breathlessly.
Miranda looked the woman up and down. Andrea wore black designer jeans, which were incredibly faded, with a black Metallica tee-shirt with a black blazer over the top. It might not be the most fashionable, but Andrea Sachs looked really, really good. Her face was flawless as ever, teeth gloriously white with full luscious lips which she noticed Andrea wet with her tongue nervously awaiting Miranda's response.
"It's nice to see you, you're looking well." Miranda said, and smirked when a look of speechlessness crossed Andrea.
"Thank you, Miranda, you ah... you look well too." Andrea replied, and Miranda saw the brunette cringe at obviously thinking her response was lame.
"I'm surprised to see you here in all places. Last I saw you were writing in Chicago and then Idaho." Miranda said, a little embarrassed to have confessed she had been following Andrea's career.
Andrea nodded. "The rest of my Idaho story has just gone to print. As for being here... I've, well, I was in Scotland researching this article that I think would be an amazing series with great potential. I have lots of notes and now I can't wait to get stuck into writing once I'm on the plane, that's if we ever get out of here."
Miranda smirked at Andrea's obvious frustration. "When were you meant to fly out?"
"Two hours ago." Andrea replied, running a hand through her hair. "They aren't telling me why all the planes are delayed. Do you think we should be worried?"
Miranda shook her head. "Nothing to be concerned about. They're delayed due to unexpected Royal movement."
"Oh." was all Andrea said. They were both familiar with this delay as it had happened a couple of times whilst the brunette was Miranda's assistant. "What about you... what are you doing here?! I thought you'd be well and truly back and Runway since London fashion week has been over a few days now. Is everything okay?"
"Family issues." Miranda responded, couldn't believing she had just said the biggest white lie as she was in touch with none of her family. "It's a long story." she said, adding a roll of her eyes.
"Fair enough."
Miranda watched as the brunette beauty looked around nervously.
"Have a drink with me?" Miranda shocked herself by suddenly asking those words. She saw Andrea's eyes widen. "It would help the both of us pass the time." she added.
"Sure, why not." Andrea replied, picking up her bag and looked at her. "Lead the way."
Miranda nodded, but before starting to walk away she elegantly leaned down and picked up Andrea's forgotten phone. "You might need this." she murmured, smirking, as she held said phone out to the brunette.
Andrea took it, but not before it had vibrated in Miranda's palm and the screen lit up causing the Runway Editor's eyes to widen as she caught a sight of the screen background.
"Ahh, thanks." Andrea replied, again running a hand through her hair, a little more nervously this time possibly sensing that Miranda had seen the photo.
"There's a bar down there." Miranda said, motioning with her head towards the right.
"Fantastic." Andrea responded, and with that Miranda began to lead the way as her mind swirled with thoughts over the fact that Andrea had a recent picture of her as her background phone picture. It only made her own feelings, feelings she thought were utterly ridiculous because Andrea was way out of her league, and also which she always thought would only ever be one sided, but now knowing that this could mean the brunette beauty shared her feelings she was totally taken aback.
"Oh my god." Miranda thought, eyes widening at what that could possibly mean for the future and her heart raced again. "These drinks with Andrea quite possibly could signal the beginning of something beautiful for the future."
Miranda Priestly loved the idea of being in a relationship with Andrea however she clearly wasn't good at relationships as no one stayed with her for longer than a couple of years, and she definitely didn't want to fuck up a possible future relationship with the brunette beauty as Andrea didn't deserve to be treated like anything other than royalty.
~*~
Andy couldn't believe the current situation she found herself in, and was sure she must be dreaming and still laying on the airport floor, but when she pinched her leg under the table and it hurt she realised this surreal moment was actually happening. She was in the airport bar about to have a drink with Miranda Priestly, who didn't seem to be one iota annoyed with her about the way she had walked away in Paris. The Runway Editor was either over it or saving the scathing words to leave Andy with on her merry way on her crappy commercial airline.
Crossing her fingers Andy hoped the latter didn't happen. She watched as a waiter hurriedly came over to their table having clearly recognised Miranda and was instantly nervous.
"Two of your finest Whisky's. Double shots."
"Certainly. Um, can I... ah, see some ID?" The waiter asked Andy.
"She's of age!" Miranda snapped, already annoyed by the young mans continued presence.
"My boss, I'll get fired if I weren't to ask."
Miranda opened her mouth to say something more, but Andy stopped her, quickly touching the Runway Editor's hand before getting her clutch.
"It's okay." Andy said, smiling at Miranda and then to the young waiter. "I understand, and I actually take it as a compliment." she said, as her eyes connected with Miranda's whose eyes were sparkling as the waiter took her ID.
"Thank you." He said a couple seconds later, handing back Andy's ID.
Andy simply smiled at him.
"Oh, and waiter boy." Miranda said, her tone unimpressed, stopping the young man as he began to walk away.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Miranda ground her teeth and Andy knew the Runway Editor loathed to be called ma'am.
"I feel like a pizza. Get a large ordered for us. Meat lovers. Pizza Hut perhaps."
"Pizza Hut?" Andy whispered.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No." Andy shook her head, laughing. "I just… I am surprised you would eat from there."
Miranda snorted. "Darling, I might be rich and famous, but I'm still the woman from the lower class family in East London."
Darling. Miranda had just used a term of endearment on her. Her heart raced and she watched as Miranda realised this also, but simply swallowed and smiled at her.
Their drinks were brought over a second later and Andy picked up her glass as Miranda did the same, and her eyes widened when she tasted the incredibly smooth Whisky. "Wow, this is amazing." she confessed softly.
"Only the best or nothing with me." Miranda said, winking.
The brunette began coughing as the Whisky she had just swallowed went down the wrong way at Miranda's obvious flirtation.
"Are you alright?" Miranda questioned.
Andy looked into Miranda's eyes that were absolutely wonderful as she got her coughing under control and nodded.
"What do you usually drink?" Miranda asked.
"Jack Daniels." Andy said, and saw Miranda scrunch her face up at that. "Ruffino red wine, and most beers I like."
"Sounds like I need to take you on a wine tour... explode those young taste buds of yours." Miranda said, and both women’s hearts raced at her words that were laced with so much suggestive flirtation. The Runway Editor had no idea where these words were coming from, but flirting was definitely something she didn't do.
Andy was incredibly taken aback by Miranda's words. She knew what she wanted to taste and she licked her lips at the thought. She cleared her throat, and tried to not think of her naughty thoughts. "I've never been to a vineyard."
"Really?" Miranda asked. "You've been missing out. We definitely need to change this." she said, stopping to sip her Whisky, and continued. "The French are my favourite, of course, but a close second is the Barossa Valley in South Australia."
"Going to Australia is like such a dream of mine." Andy responded, sighing at the thought.
"I feel like you would adore the Victorian country side in Australia." Miranda said, circling the tip of her glass with her index finger.
"I have no doubt." Andy said, continuing. "The Red Centre looks amazing. That's the spot where I'd love to study the Southern Hemisphere night sky."
"Mmm, I went to Uluru once. It's even more breathtaking than it looks, and the people are incredible. Sitting under the stars listening to the didgeridoo's and talking with the locals and hearing about their culture." Miranda said, stopping and smiling at an old memory. "I'd love to go back. I've actually been toying with the idea of getting a holiday home in Australia again."
"You should do it." Andy responded.
Miranda shrugged. "With the girls getting closer to college and spending less and less time with their boring old mother, and no future partner in sight, I don't see any point. It's hard enough for me to go home to an empty house."
"Why do you not see a partner in your not so distant future?" Andy question curiously, she was surprised by Miranda's words, and when the Runway Editor remained quiet, the brunette continued speaking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, but surely you have men, and women, throwing themselves at you."
"Yes, but none of whom I want." Miranda responded.
Andy opened her mouth to reply, but stopped when a pizza box was placed down in the middle of the table. She bit her lip, wishing she was the one who Miranda Priestly desired.
"Keep the change." Miranda said to the pizza hut delivery girl. "Lovely tattoo, by the way."
"Thanks. Got in for my mum." The delivery girl responded, looking down at said tattoo, before looking Miranda in the eyes again. "Love your magazine." she added with a wink, grinning, before turning around.
"Oh wow." Andy whispered as the girl walked away whom was younger than Andy. "See!"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Oh please, like she would have a crush on such an old woman like me."
"Why wouldn't she?" Andy asked. "You're such a catch."
Miranda snorted. "Why, because I have money?"
Andy sighed. "No." she responded, shaking her head. "You're incredible in so many different ways. You're smart and funny not to mention drop dead gorgeous."
Whatever Miranda had been expecting to hear it wasn't what the brunette was saying Andy knew as she could see the shock on the Runway Editor's face. "You're incredibly odd."
"Why, because I like you?" Andy asked then, surprising herself by her honesty of having just revealed her feelings to the most untouchable and unpredictable woman in the world. She felt her cheeks flushing as she continued to speak. "If I were a man I wou-"
"Why do you have to be a man?" Miranda asked, cutting the brunette off.
"I... well..." Andy trailed off, she didn't know what she should say, and as she knew what she had just said was pretty stupid. Her brain wasn't thinking clearly whilst sat in this phenomenal woman’s company.
"I've dated women before, if you must know." Miranda responded.
Andy could see that the older woman was watching her closely, studying her for some sort of sign.
"I've always said to myself that I would settle down with the right woman if she crossed my path." Miranda continued.
There was a certain way to how Miranda said that which made Andy say what she said next.
"Why do I get the feeling that this woman has already crossed your path?"
Miranda swallowed her mouthful of pizza. "She has."
Andy licked her lips. "So..." she raised an eyebrow. “What’s stopping you from telling her?"
"Fear." Miranda responded. "Fear because I don't want to break her heart... I'm a hard person to deal with, as you already know, and as my previous track record with husbands show... I don't know how to keep a strong and steady relationship."
Andy shrugged. "With the right person... together you could make it work if you truly wanted each other for the long run."
"Even so…" Miranda trailed off, sighing. "I just... I still can't work out if she likes me romantically or if she's just being friendly."
Andy watched as Miranda threw back the rest of her Whisky and waved for the waiter to get a refill.
"Plus I don't deal well with feeling like a fool if I were to be reading her signals wrong." Miranda continued.
"I doubt you are wrong. You're good at reading people’s behavior." Andy said, also throwing back the rest of her expensive Whisky. "You know what I think?" she asked as she watched the waiter as he filled their glasses again.
"Leave the bottle." Miranda said, taking said bottle from the waiter who had been about to walk away. "Do tell."
Andy bit her lip. "You should just tell her because I bet she's wondering the same thing. Does she or doesn't she like me?" she responded. "You could be pleasantly surprised by her response."
All signals told her that Miranda was attracted to her and that she could be the woman of Miranda's desires, but at the end of the day the brunette didn't know, and she didn't want to do anything until she knew for sure.
Andy waggled her eyebrows to Miranda who simply smirked in return.
~*~
Miranda watched Andrea closely looking for any signs of falseness, but found none. She swallowed down some more Whisky before taking a deep breath, letting it out shakily. "Here goes nothing then." she thought before looking at Andrea again, right in the eyes. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Andrea responded, grinning widely.
The Runway Editor let out a sigh of relief.
~*~
Miranda stood from the table just as the waiter came over with the bill. "Thanks for the service. I always enjoy coming to this little establishment."
Andy watched as Miranda handed over a wad of cash, her eyes widening at the amount.
"Oh, and honey, lose the fake hair dye, you won't be pulling real men with that style."
Miranda said, and again Andy's eyes widened, but the young waiter didn't see it as a rude comment.
"It's hard finding the right style, my hair dresser told me this was the in look."
Miranda shook her head, and Andy watched as the older woman dug around in her bag. "Go to Damien, tell him that Miranda sent you."
The young waiters eyes widened as Miranda handed over a piece of paper the Runway Editor had scrawled on with the address of a local hair dresser. "Thank you so much."
Miranda patted the young man on the shoulder.
Once they were out of the bar and walking towards the terminals again a woman’s voice came over the speakers announcing a flight that would be leaving soon.
"That's me." Andy said, and she saw Miranda frown.
"Come with me?" Miranda asked through her tipsy haze. "We could go watch the stars in the Southern Hemisphere."
"Oh, Miranda, wow. I... I don't know what to say to that." Andy replied, her mind swirling.
"Say yes." Miranda replied. "You won't be disappointed."
"As much as I want to say yes I have to get back to Manhattan. I only have four days to complete my article." Andy continued, and Miranda sighed.
"I understand." Miranda responded, and cringed when she could hear the clear disappointment in her tone. She had been stupidly foolish to have thought Andrea would have said yes.
"I've just been trying this thing of being more responsible and never walk out of another job again. I really, really would love to go with you, sooo maybe a raincheck?!" Andy asked.
Miranda nodded, remaining silent, still feeling foolish.
"But I would love to go to dinner with you if that offer still stands?" Andy questioned, grabbing Miranda's hand and squeezed as she looked around to make sure no one was watching. "I really like you, Miranda Priestly, and I want to be with you. It's what I've been dreaming of for month’s now." she whispered and moved so that she was much closer to Miranda, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Miranda gasped at the closeness, feeling Andrea's breasts through her thin shirt. The brunette beauty wasn't wearing a bra. She flushed at the thought. She cleared her throat, and nodded, trying to speak through the dryness of her throat from the brunette's close proximity. "Of course my offer still stands." she said, squeezing Andrea's hand and looking into those soulful brown eyes seeing that Andrea was wiser beyond her age. She knew she could get lost in said eyes for hours upon hours. "But if you change your mind, even if it's to simply fly back to Manhattan, my terminal is right down the end." she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
~*~
Andy stood in the long line waiting to board her plane, feeling incredibly floored by Miranda's offer.
"Next please."
The woman who stood at the door that led to the plane said a few minutes later and Andy slowly made her way towards her. She held out her ticket and passport as the woman looked at them both before smiling at her, telling her to enjoy her flight, as she waved the brunette through.
The brunette did so and began to walk down the long hallway.
~*~
Miranda looked up hopefully when she saw movement in the corner of her eye and sighed when it was only her pilot, Troy, coming back from the toilet.
"Oh, come on now, I don't have that much of an ugly mug, do I?" Troy responded.
Miranda stood. "Definitely not. I was just hoping you were someone else."
"Would you like to wait a while longer in case they show?" Troy questioned.
"No." Miranda responded, standing, and shaking her head. "We've been here long enough. Let's go home."
Troy nodded. "Okey dokey. Were clear to take off whenever."
"Good." Miranda said as she began following after Troy down the hallway.
~*~
Andy's feet pounded across the floor as she ran her fastest to get to Miranda's terminal.
Once there she saw the chairs were all empty, and the tarmac was empty. Her heart sank instantly as she reached for her phone and dialed a familiar number thankful said number hadn't been changed.
~*~
Miranda felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and started pulling it out as her private plane began moving towards the runway, getting into position for take-off. Her eyes widened when she saw Andrea's name flashing on the screen and she instantly connected the call.
"Andrea, is everything okay?!"
"Oh, thank god, you answered!" Andrea said in that ever so familiar tone as she had used that morning in Paris.
Miranda held her breath, hoping this meant what she hoped.
"I was an idiot for walking away from you again." Andrea said.
Miranda's heart was pounding now as Andrea continued.
"I changed my mind. I would love to come with you back to Manhattan."
At Andrea's words Miranda had to refrain herself from fist pumping the air, a movement her daughters did on a regular basis, as she stood from the chair and quickly made her way to the cockpit door. "I'm so glad that you changed your mind." she said, as she knocked on said door.
"Me too."
Miranda's heart fluttered at Andrea's breathy response.
"I'm at your gate, but I don't see your plane." Andrea said.
"It's alright, you rang just in time as we haven't taken off yet." Miranda responded, continuing. "I'll have Troy turn around. Walk down the hallway, we won't be long."
"Okay."
"I'll see you soon." Miranda said and hung up as her co-pilot, Nicholas, opened the cockpit door. "Change of plans." she said, and Troy looked over his shoulder at her, smirking.
"Told you we should have stayed a while longer." Troy commented.
"Sorry." Miranda mouthed to Troy before retreating back to one of the seats as Troy began moving the plane back to the terminal.
A Few Minutes Later.
As soon as Troy opened the heavy plane door Miranda instantly saw Andrea which was a sight, in that moment, she had never seen anything or anyone more beautiful. The brunette woman’s face widened in a smile as she closed the distance between them.
"Hey." Andrea breathlessly said as Miranda waved her through onto the plane, the brunette brushing past her, causing her breath to catch.
"Did you bring any other bags?" Miranda asked, thinking surely the brunette wouldn't have traveled overseas with only one bag.
"A suitcase, but I'm sure the plane has taken off by now." Andrea replied.
"Who were you flying with?" Troy chimed in from where he stood behind them.
Andrea simply handed Troy her ticket information and the pilot retreated back into the cockpit and called in the plane. "It's still on the tarmac, mechanical issues."
"Good thing you aren't on that plane then." Miranda murmured, touching Andrea's hand.
Andrea chuckled as Troy continued.
"Someone will bring your suitcase over if I can just get some details about what it looks like?"
"Of course." Andrea responded, and explained to Troy. "It is a Louis Vuitton suitcase, one of the few things I kept from Runway," she said, looking to Miranda momentarily before looking back to Troy. "It has a Northwestern sticker near the handle and a rainbow ribbon on one of the zippers."
"Thanks." Troy said, calling it in.
Miranda placed her hand on Andrea's lower back, and held out a hand, motioning for Andrea to wander further into the plane. "Come... make yourself comfortable." she said, just as Andrea's eyes widened as she looked around this part of the plane.
"This is... wow... I never thought I'd ever say this, and I know you're rich, but shit, you are rich! This is mind blowingly amazing." Andrea said, shaking her head in awe.
Miranda chuckled. "Yes, well, the money has its perks." she responded, as she walked over to the seat she had been occupying. "My girls were ecstatic when they learned I was purchasing a plane."
"I can imagine." Andrea replied. "It's all custom designed?"
"I designed most of it." Miranda said, nodding, and the brunette smile.
"I thought so. It's very you." Andrea murmured, and the Runway Editor couldn't take her eyes off of the stunning brunette, who seemed to be taking in every little detail. "I love it."
Miranda watched as Andrea sat down on the sofa across from her as the plane once again began to move back to the take-off position. She stood and walked over to the fridge by the bar, grabbing out a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She knew Andrea would never have had this brand before as she uncorked it, and the whole time she felt Andrea's eyes on her. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, wondering what on earth the young woman must be thinking, and why on earth the brunette was attracted to her in the first place was beyond her.
~*~
Andy took in the plane around her. It was exactly what she had said; mind blowingly amazing. Everything was done to perfection, and the colours were very similar to Miranda's townhouse. Light blues, and dark browns. She could see past dark purple curtains a bigger lounge area and further on was a spiral staircase that lead up to dark red double doors that she guessed was the master suite. She swallowed at the thought of being able to go up there with Miranda, their naked bodies pressed together, as they had the greatest "high mile club" sex in the history of time.
She then watched as Miranda got back up and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of really expensive looking champagne, a brand she had never even heard of. She licked her lips, her taste buds having missed the fancy drinks that came with working at Runway. Even the simple bottle of San Pellegrino had been totally awesome as Andy had never been able to afford a bottle of that, her money tight and needing to go to live a life in Manhattan.
"Alright, ladies, we are all clear to take off. If you could please take your seats and put your seatbelts on we will begin our descent." Troy’s voice was heard over the speakers. "On behalf of Nicholas and I we hope you enjoy your flight."
Miranda handed one of the tall flute glasses that was generously filled.
"Thank you." Andy murmured, and took a sip from it, her eyes widening and the Runway Editor chuckled.
"I knew you'd like this one." Miranda commented. "Follow me."
Andy did so, and followed the Runway Editor through the purple curtains which Miranda closed behind her before they walked further into the plane, through the large lounge area that had the biggest TV the brunette had ever seen, and they walked passed the spiral staircase through another set of curtains where there was a couple rows of seats that looked even more comfortable than in business class.
"Does the cockpit door get locked on private planes?" Andy randomly asked.
"Yes, it's a protocol for every plane to do so after 9/11." Miranda responded as they sat down on the dark blue seats.
A couple of minutes later, and half way through her glass, Andy gasped when the plane began roaring down the runway. Sitting right back in here seat, she closed her eyes, and gripped said seat tightly.
"You don't like flying?" she heard Miranda question beside her, feelings the older woman’s eyes on her.
"Just really hate this part." Andy responded, and smiled when she felt Miranda's hand atop hers. She slowly un-gripped from where it was on the arm of the chair, and opened her eyes, watching as they entwined their fingers.
The plane ascended into the sky and Andy closed again at the bizarre feeling it always stirred up inside of her, her stomach filling with butterflies, and her heart racing.
"That piece you did on the autistic boy who got lost in the Washington Forest brought me to tears... the way you wrote his parents, their emotions and the volunteers. I just thought... good god, that woman has serious talent, and I'm so incredibly pleased that I was able to help you with your dream career." Miranda said, and Andy smiled, it was obvious that the Runway Editor was trying to get her to speak and get her mind off of the plane which was getting higher and higher in the sky.
"You're going to go high places with your work." Miranda continued. "I can’t wait to watch your journey as the world’s most sought after journalist, and hopefully be by your side the whole time."
"I love the thought of that." Andy replied, as they hit pockets of turbulence. "And you have no idea how much your kind words mean to me. I just wish my dad would feel the same way that you do."
"I'm sorry that your Father is like that, but I'm sure someday he'll come around and realise what amazing things you've achieved in your career." Miranda responded, and squeezed the brunette’s hand, taking a sip from her champagne.
"I really hope so. I hate that our relationship has changed." Andy replied, and sighed, relaxing as the plane stopped jolting due to turbulence and it became calm and smooth. "All because I didn't want to be a hot shot lawyer like him he has started treating me differently."
"Are you the oldest?" Miranda asked.
"Oldest daughter, yes." Andy replied, shaking her head. "That shouldn't matter though."
"He cares for you, and only wants what is best." Miranda responded. "But I honestly don't understand parents who don't and won't accept their children for who they are and what they want to do for a career."
"You're a great mom." Andy said, looking at Miranda.
"Thank you." Miranda murmured. "How many siblings do you have?"
Andy smiled at those words. "Two brothers, Harrison and Dylan, and a sister, Pippa."
"And do you all get along?" Miranda asked however she felt it was a stupid question with the way Andrea had lit up at the mention of siblings. She could see the obvious deep love Andrea had for her siblings.
"We definitely do. My entire family is extremely close. I have five cousins who I unfortunately don't get to see that often, but every time we do it's like no time has passed and we all get along like a house on fire." Andy responded.
Miranda smiled at that. "Sounds lovely. It must be nice having a family like that. I wish I could have been like that with mine, ut we were quite the dysfunctional lot, and we all had a huge falling out over something that had been going on at the time, and I haven't spoken to my mother or my older siblings, Marilyn and Dennis, since. However my younger brother, Daniel, he came to live with me about a decade ago, but he died not long after."
"I'm really sorry about that, Miranda that must have been so awful." Andy responded, squeezing Miranda's hand.
"It was a very hard few months for us, and for the girls because they were so young and didn't understand what was happening, but I had already accepted what was inevitable and so when he left this world I knew he was in a better, pain free, place. I miss him each and every day though. He was the only one who truly understood me." Miranda said, shocking herself by how open she felt she could be with her former assistant, but during Andrea's Runway tenure there had been plenty of times the young woman could have leaked personal information on her for money, but never did, hence why she knew she could trust Andrea Sachs.
"I wish I never have to imagine a death in the family." Andy confessed softly. "Everyone is still alive and kicking in my family, even my grandmother who is 93 still plays tennis."
"Wow... now that is an impressive woman." Miranda responded. "But it's good you haven't had to experience the pain of losing someone close to you." she said, drinking the rest of her champagne. "Make sure you keep the steady and loving relationships with each and every one of them." she added, and was surprised when she felt her eyes watering up. "Because you'll regret it every waking moment if you don't." she finished and wished she didn't have tears in her eyes. She hated looking weak in front of people she had once intimated, but then she reminded herself that she had once cried in front of Andrea, a moment she had tried to forget as soon as it had happened. She had a lot of trust in Andrea, and she really hoped it wouldn't someday come back to bite her in the arse.
Andy could see Miranda struggling with her emotions. To put all her emotions out there or to hold back. She opened her mouth to say something, but Miranda spoke before she could.
"Well, it would seem that the whisky has affected me more than I thought. You're the first person I've been this open with in such a long time... thank you for listening to me ramble like a silly old woman." she said and at those words Andrea laughed.
"Oh please, you're far from old!" Andy said and saw the Runway Editor roll her eyes. "Anyway, you're only as old as you feel." she added, winking at Miranda, and they both laughed.
"I really love your laugh." Miranda commented, her heart was racing as she stared into Andrea's sparkling eyes, and looked from said eyes to plump lips, back to her eyes. She then saw Andrea bite her lip before the brunette was leaning closer, and so Miranda also did the same thing and at the first touch of Andrea's mouth on hers she couldn't believe how amazingly perfect it felt, and how it had taken her this long to kiss another woman again, but she was glad that her first woman since Paula was with the magnificent Andrea Sachs.
~*~
A Couple Hours Later.
"You know, I always saw the way you looked at me, but I never in my wildest of dreams let myself think this would ever happen." Andy said, from where she sat one end of the two seater couch with the Runway Editor after having had a tour of the whole plane except for the master suite. Her legs were on Miranda's lap and the other woman had put her hand on the skin revealed from her jeans sliding up her leg from sitting down. She was just glad she had decided to quickly shave that morning.
Their eyes had been connected all night, neither of them wanting to look away, both feeling transfixed to each other.
Miranda put a hand over her face. "And here I thought I was being discreet." she replied, feeling her cheeks going red.
Andy chuckled. "I was always flattered, but at the same time so nervous not knowing what you were thinking because I was so new at being fashionable, and that deep down under these clothes I wouldn't live up to your standards." she softly confessed and instantly saw Miranda shakeher head.
"Oh, darling, you need to get those ridiculous thoughts from you head." Miranda replied, and ran her hand up and down Andrea's leg, along the expanse of skin that was revealed to her.
"That feels nice." Andy whispered.
"Good." Miranda whispered in reply. "Tell me something about yourself."
"Like what?" Andy questioned. "I'm terrible when put on the spot like this... I end up saying something stupid."
"Absolutely anything." Miranda said as they both took a couple sips from their glasses.
Andy caught sight of the bar and shrugged. "I can do twelve shots in a row of any type of liquor." she said, having spotted a brand of Whisky that looked like what they had in the airport.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Without being sick afterwards?" she questioned. "Or falling to the floor?"
Andy chuckled. "Nope, I don't do either. A real whisky drinker doesn't puke afterwards." she responded. "And you know what they say about female whisky drinkers..."
The Runway Editor shook her head. "Do tell."
"Us gals have more fun, were extremely wise and very provocative." Andy replied, winking at Miranda. "And I never half ass things... If I’m going to do something I do it to one hundred percent satisfaction."
Miranda did what Andrea did earlier that night, coughed on her mouthful of champagne, as it went down the wrong way as she thought about what Andrea said and what it practically implied.
Andy cleared her throat. "I'm by no means an alcoholic, however I do come from a long line of alcoholics, but I do love a good few drinks now and then, usually I'm too poor to buy alcohol though."
"Since being with Stephen drinking has become a nightly thing for me. Also having an empty house a lot more often... I hate it... and so when I'm looking at The Book or reading a novel I have a glass of something because it calms me and makes me feel better." Miranda said, shrugging. "That makes me sound so bad."
Andy shook her head instantly. "I'm not judging you one bit. Like I said, there are a lot of drinkers in my family." she said, also shrugging.
They were silent for a few moments.
"What about you... tell me something random that not many people know about you?" Andy questioned.
"I'm quite the germaphobe. I refuse to do a cruise of any kind with lots of people. Noroviruses love those. Planes I can only just put up with, but after an incident that occurred a couple months ago that caused my girls to get incredibly sick I decided to purchase this.,." she said, waving a hand around where they sat. "Anyway..." she said, sipping her drink. “I suppose I just didn't want to be one of those famous people with a plane and their own private one which is why I held off getting a plane for so long."
"I always did wonder why you never had your own plane." Andy said.
"Now you know." Miranda murmured, and chuckled. "I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"This is going to show how much of a germaphobe I am, but... do you get sick often?" Miranda asked, she had to know, she asked this question to all her possible future partners. She breathed a sigh of relief when Andrea shook her head in the negative.
"I haven't had the flu since the 1999, but I've had the odd cold that only ever lasts a couple days, and I haven't had a bacterial virus since I was 5. I have been incredibly blessed with a fantastic immune system, and an iron gut."
"Mmm... incredibly lucky indeed." Miranda murmured in reply. "I used to get sick a lot as a child, but I thankfully am not like that anymore. Last time I had a stomach virus was in 2000 after I came back from Bangkok. It was absolutely horrendous, and the flu, gosh I haven't had one in a long time either, but with Emily catching the cold every bloody second I'm forever getting it also."
Andy laughed at that. "So, were pretty identical then." she responded, smirking, and maneuvered so she was situated more in the middle of the couch, and she reached out with her left hand and ran it through Miranda's stunning and unique hair. "You're so beautiful." she whispered. "I'm so lucky to be with you like this."
Miranda's breath caught at those genuine words as she turned her head into Andrea's hand that was now cupping her cheek. "You're a sweet talker."
"No, just honest." Andy softly said just as Miranda began kissing her palm, and her eyes fluttered at the sensation. She leaned even closer to Miranda and their mouths met again in an incredibly passionate and heated kiss. "I love the way you make me feel."
Miranda couldn't believe her lucky either. She was kissing the woman she had been dreaming of for quite some time who was magnificent in so many different ways. She had no words to describe how she felt other than... "I've never felt like this with any other soul before."
"Maybe were soulmates." Andy whispered.
"Mates for life just like Swans." Miranda whispered.
Andy bit her lip. "I hope I haven't jinxed it."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't worry about that superstitious jinxy crap, darling, there's more of a change of this plane going down than our possible relationship getting jinxed."
Andy chuckled. "I know, I just... this feels so damn right that I don't..." she trailed off, and cupped Miranda's cheek.
"I know." Miranda whispered, softly kissing the brunette beauty again. "I know we cannot promise anything, but anything can happen in the future, however this... what we feel... I know we've only just "gotten together" but it feels so natural and normal with you, as if were soulmates indeed."
"Who knows, maybe we were together in a past life." Andy murmured.
Miranda smiled. "Maybe." she whispered, and then they began kissing all over again and she gasped in surprise when Andrea pressed herself into her, and could feel Andrea's hands on her breasts.
"Oh god." Miranda whispered in between breaths for air, and she moaned softly, surprising herself as she was mostly quiet during sex. Eric and Stephen having never excited her enough to be vocal, it was always their needs over her own, but now with this brunette beauty she again wondered why it had taken her so long to be with another woman coming to the same simple conclusion; she had been waiting for her Andrea Sachs. There was no one else like the brunette.
Right from the start there had been something about the young, fresh faced, woman from Ohio. The woman had been able to anticipate her needs and wants before Miranda had even asked for whatever it was, and no other person had been able to do this with the difficult Editor in Chief.
Nor had anyone made her feel out of this world, on cloud nine, falling in love like a love sick teenager. It was absolutely insane because it was early days, but Andrea Sachs was definitely someone she could see herself handing her heart over to for the rest of her life. "I want to feel all of you." she shocked herself by saying.
"Let me take you to bed." Andy whispered, cheeks flushing, and breathing fast. "I'm not the type of person to just go to bed with anyone, but you Miranda, there's something about you and I need to be with you like an addict needs their heroine hit."
The brunette had gone down on her best friend before they went to opposite sides of the country and it was something they had thought of doing for a long time, and this was after six years of friendship. Then there was Nate who she met in her early days at University, but they never had sex until eight months into University, and then there was Christian Thompson who had been one big mistake. Miranda Priestly however was, and never would be, a mistake, no matter what happened down the track.
"You're so special and I want to make you feel as amazing as I think you are." Andy whispered.
Miranda swallowed hard as a new wave of emotions and arousal settled between her legs. "Take me to bed."
~*~
Miranda couldn't believe how nervous she was as she made her way down Andrea's body, pressing kisses all over just like the brunette had done with her. Even though Miranda has been with women before, all of two, she had only ever performed cunnilingus on one; Paula. She was a story for another day though.
The Runway Editor didn't want to disappoint Andrea or make her feel anything less than how the woman made her feel. She could smell Andrea and she smelt magnificent. As the brunette continued to squirm under her touch she knew she had to stop wear the teasing and get down to business. She slid further down and off the bed, deciding to kneel at the edge on the lush carpet, and slowly spread Andrea's legs and took in the brunette's vagina that was glistening gloriously, the woman was more than ready for her, and she softly moaned at said sight and thought.
She kissed down the inside of Andrea's thigh, breathing in Andrea's scent as she went, before she looked up into the brown eyes of who she hoped was her soulmate, as she leaned down and had her first taste of her new, unexpectedly so, lover.
Andrea bucked at the first touch of her tongue, and the Runway Editor chuckled into the young woman’s vagina.
Moving her tongue slowly up and down Andrea's slick folds that were becoming wetter with each lick. "Mmm... you taste divine." she murmured, and Andrea moaned in response. Miranda flicked her tongue then gently sucked on Andrea's clitoris, all the while wondering why she had been so nervous to do this in the first place when it was like riding a bike you hadn't ridden in ages. Not to mention it was so much better and pleasant than choking on a cock, and for the third time that night, the older woman couldn't believe it had taken her so long to be with another woman sexually and emotionally having never really enjoyed being with men.
This was Miranda's true calling; sexually and emotionally pleasing women.
Miranda was absolutely over the moon having been given this chance to be with Andrea, and hopefully build a future together.
"Ohhh fuck!" Andy moaned loudly as Miranda plunged her tongue as far as she could inside Andrea, having found out earlier that the young woman loved her sweet spot deep inside her penetrated as she had done so earlier when they had stopped and she had been pressed up against the wall, Andrea attacking her mouth and neck, and they had fingered each other right there against said wall before falling into bed.
Andrea arched into her mouth, keening desperately. "It's not going to take me long." she heard her young lover say.
"Just let it out." Miranda responded, mouth only momentarily leaving Andrea's vagina, before resuming her ministrations of Andrea deep inside her with her tongue. She went as deep as she could go which drove the brunette crazy.
"Yes, yes!! God, that feels soooo fucking god." Andy whispered, eyes tightly shut, moaning loudly. "Ohhh, Miranda... don't stop."
Oh, she didn't plan on stopping. She continued to fuck Andrea with her tongue as the brunette writhed under her.
"Yes, that's it... Ohh god... I'm going to..."
Andrea stopped, trailing off, and her lower body arched fully off the bed.
The Runway Editor simply continued to move her tongue inside her lover, fast and hard, just the way Andrea seemed to like it. She played with Andrea's clitoris with her thumb which sent her lover right over the edge. Her lover froze before trembling and those long luscious legs squeezed against her head tightly, keeping her right where she was, in a tight headlock.
"Ohhh.... yessss....." Andy said, coming down from her climax.
Miranda hummed and chuckled into Andrea's vagina as she continued to slowly lap at Andrea's juices, and the brunette moaned some more.
"Miranda..." Andy said, breathlessly.
At her name being moaned by her most favourite voice her heart fluttered as her stomach filled with butterflies as she continued to slowly move her tongue through Andrea's folds, and her young lover slowly released her legs from the headlock grip on Miranda's head and again spread her legs with a new round of eagerness.
"More?" Miranda questioned, wanting that reassurance.
"God, yes!" Andy said, moaning, her lower body arching into Miranda's mouth again.
And so, with a smug smirk, Miranda began bringing Andrea to another climax, happy to do this for as long as her new lover could go.
~*~
As Andy came down from her second climax she smiled when Miranda kissed atop her pussy before making her way up her still trembling body.
"Are you okay?" Miranda murmured when their eyes connected.
Andy cupped the older woman’s flushed face. "I'm more than okay. That was.... beyond my wildest imagination." she breathed, and bit her lip when Miranda kissed her chest and breasts, her lover moving all over her body as if she wanted to explore her all over again, and this made Andrea feel absolutely wonderful.
Nate, and definitely not Christian, had never made her feel this way.
"I'm already falling in love with you." she heard herself saying before she could stop it. She really hoped that this would turn into something serious and beautiful.
As she looked into Miranda's eyes she could see that the Runway Editor shared her deep, genuine, feelings. Andy always did hope she would get her fairytale romance like in all the Disney stories she read as a little girl.
As Miranda continued to kiss her Andy wrapped her legs around the Editors body, locking and pulling her closer, never wanting this embrace and moment to end.
But annoyingly it did so a few seconds later as Miranda slowly began pulling away whilst they gazed into each other’s eyes.
"I want to forever do this with you." Miranda whispered.
"You do?" Andy asked.
"Very much so." Miranda replied, before yawning and causing the brunette to do the same. "I really have to pee."
Andy chuckled and unwrapped her legs from the older woman’s body. "If you must."
Miranda also chuckled, kissed Andrea on the lips, before slowly standing from the bed not at all trying to cover herself from the brunette. She knew her body wasn't the greatest, especially now that she was getting older, but if Andrea wanted to be with her then she should know right from the start what an older woman’s body looked like, sagging breasts and all.
Andy couldn't get her eyes off Miranda. "Wow." she breathed, and saw the Runway Editor blushing. "You're so beautiful." she said, and watched as Miranda looked down at her body.
"I don't know what it is you see in me, but I'm so grateful that there's something that is appealing to you."
Andy smiled and stretched out her arms, resting them behind her head. "I think the same about myself, but here I am, laying in Miranda Priestly's bed... nude and deliciously sated.
"Which is fast becoming my favourite sight." Miranda softly said before motioning behind her. "I really must..."
"Of course. Go." Andy replied, waving the Runway Editor away just as there was a knock at the door.
"Champagne service!" The co-pilot, Nicholas, voice was heard.
"Could you get that, darling?" Miranda's voice floated out from the ensuite.
"Sure." Andy replied, sitting and swinging her legs out of the extravagant bed leaning forward and grabbing her discarded shirt. She walked over to the door and poked her head out said door. "Hey."
"Evening, miss, here is your bottle of champagne that you asked for earlier. Troy was sleeping so I couldn't leave straight away."
"It's alright." Andy replied, taking the bottle which was already uncorked. "Thanks so much." she said and when the co-pilot turned around and headed back down the stairs the brunette shut the door, locking it.
Wandering back towards the bed she began pouring two glasses as she heard the toilet flushing. It wasn't long before Miranda walked back out wearing a merone coloured silky night robe. She held out a glass which Miranda took, their fingers brushing, causing both women to smile.
"I would like to make a toast." Miranda said.
Andy locked eyes with Miranda, both women smiling. "Sure."
"To the future that I know will be wonderful with you by my side." Miranda softly spoke.
Andy's heart fluttered at the thought. She nodded. "Yes." she replied, a little dumb founded, still taken aback that Miranda Priestly was interested in her romantically. She felt silly not being able to say anything else as she was totally speechless, but the Runway Editor didn't seem to mind, as Miranda chuckled and they clinked glasses.
A few moments passed as they enjoyed the moment, thinking about what Miranda's words meant for the future.
"I'm sure Nicholas has lots of thoughts swirling around his mind knowing were in here together." Andy said, breaking the silence, as she laid back down onto the bed, propping herself up against all the comfortable cushions and pillows.
Miranda chuckled. "No doubt. We've probably made his whole month."
"Whole year, probably." Andy replied, laughingly, and blushed. "Don't you get paranoid they'll leak things about your personal life? Especially guys as young as him?"
"They can go ahead, but everyone now signs confidential papers, and if they were to speak out they'll have a law suit slapped in their face." Miranda responded, settling down on the bed also.
The brunette turned on her side to gaze at Miranda.
"I don't think anyone who works for me is stupid enough to risk doing anything like leaking my personal information." Miranda continued.
"Has it ever happened?" Andy asked curiously.
"When I found out I was pregnant someone overheard in the doctor’s office and went to the press. I was still wrapping my head around being pregnant and then the next morning it was all over the papers and magazines." Miranda responded.
"What did you do?"
"Had my lawyers find this person who turned out to be a desperate mother that needed the money for her sick son." Miranda continued, sipping the champagne, yawning. "He died not long after… The treatment having not worked... that mother now works as my housekeeper."
Andy's eyes widened at that. "Cara?" she breathed and Miranda nodded. "Oh my." she continued. "See, this is why I lo-" she stopped herself before she nearly let those words slip. It was far too early to say that, but it was obvious Miranda knew what she had been about to say as the older woman raised an eyebrow, but didn't look at all worried about it.
The brunette cleared her throat. "This is why I'm so damn attracted to you, Miranda, you're so kind and giving. Why the media makes you out to be a monster is beyond me when you're nothing like that. I saw what you did last month, taking that sick girl and her family to Milan because she wanted to see a real life Fashion Show for her Make A Wish dream. You give to so many charities, have sponsored countless children in third world countries and have adopted tiger families to keep them from poachers. The list could go on and on..." she said, and took Miranda's hand, leaning down and kissing it. "You're a phenomenal woman, Miranda Priestly, never thinking anything less."
They kissed passionately, their hands all over each other, but already sexually sated for the time being they simply made out before continuing to speak and drink champagne for a while longer, devouring each other’s words.
A Little While Later.
The brunette had been listening to Miranda speak about her new project of a Men's Runway and to have Nigel at the helm. She had started to yawn quite a lot and when Miranda got up to use the loo, she too admitting how exhausted she was, came back to bed to find a sleeping Andrea all cosy under the dark red duvet.
The older woman smiled and dimmed the lights, joining her new and hopefully life partner and lover in slumber, knowing it was a good idea to get a few hours of shut eye before they landed.
~*~
Miranda woke when she felt movement in the bed. She opened her eyes and saw Andrea settle back in.
"Sorry if I woke you." The brunette softly said, getting down under the duvet, and put an arm over Miranda's stomach, sighing happily. "It feels like I've been sleeping for hours, but it's only been two hours."
At Andrea's words she looked over at the alarm clock. Indeed, they had only been in bed, sleeping, for two hours. She reached over and grabbed the phone, connecting it to the cockpit.
Andy listened as Miranda asked how much longer they would be in the air until they arrived at JFK.
"Two and a half hours, ma'am." The co-pilot spoke.
"Thank you, Nicholas." Miranda said before putting the phone back down. "A little over two until we land." she informed Andrea who yawned.
"I don't want to leave this bed." Andy said, pulling Miranda closer into her. "Or you."
Miranda's heart raced. "It'll be morning when we land. Come back to the house and have brunch with me?" she asked and saw Andrea smile widely at her in response.
"I couldn't think of a better thing to do for brunch." Andy said, winking at the older woman whose breath caught.
At Andrea's suggestive words and the way the younger woman waggled her eyes Miranda felt a new wave of arousal settle between her legs as she thought of all the different places her lover could go down on her in the townhouse.
It was as if Andrea could read her mind as her lover began trailing her right hand down her much older body. She had thought the age would be a bit of an issue, but so far it didn't surface, and honestly she didn't think it would ever become much of an issue as the brunette was older beyond her years.
Taking Andrea's hand and lifting it up she watched as their hands entwined. She really had to get a little bit more sleep before they landed or else she was going to feel like a zombie. It seemed Andrea felt the same as the brunette yawned again. She placed the brunettes hand back down on her stomach and her eyes fluttered. "It's so lovely laying with you like this."
Andy hummed in response, eyes always closing again.
"Let's get some sleep for a little bit longer. I'll set the alarm for two hours." Miranda spoke, cracking her eyes open longer enough to do so.
"I don't know what's going on. I haven't yawned this much in ages." Andy said.
"Seems like we've both had a long week." was Miranda response and soon enough they were sleeping soundly again.
~*~
Notes: I had wanted to have posted this in full but for some reason I cannot find the end of the story... I hope I didn't lose it when my computer crashed! *fingers crossed* I can find my hand written drafts for it.