Hey, so this is my first DWP fanfic, which I've been meaning to write for a while now. :)

This is rated M because it has a little bit of swearing and who knows what the future will bring. ;)

It's un-betaed... so all mistakes are mine.

I own nothing. Although I wish I did, because there would be a sequel... with a lot of Mirandy...

Enjoy. :)

xxx Lavinia

Miranda shifted in her seat, pressing her back further into the cool crème leather of the luxurious towncar. Although, It couldn't really be classified as a town car, it was an overly extravagant and spacious limousine. She glared out of the window, not even seeing the beauty of the city passing by. The tension in the car was so powerful it made her uncomfortable, which was a relatively new concept for her. The woman beside her sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry Miranda. For today. I don't know what came over me. It all just became too much I guess."

Miranda turned and quirked an eyebrow. "I don't see this as an appropriate place to discuss such a matter, do you Andrea?" She shifted her eyes around the car at the other people, who were suddenly finding whatever was in their hand very interesting. Andrea sighed again and shook her head.

"Really Andrea, is it necessary to huff and puff like that? We are in a confined space and we do not wish to share your carbon dioxide." Miranda pulled her fur collar closer to her face and turned back to the window. She watched in the reflection as her assistant pulled the finger at someone across the space.

"Andrea, that is not ladylike in any way. I will not have such childish behaviour in my presence." Miranda reprimanded, without shifting her gaze from the window. She heard a cough that was clearly Nigel covering up his unattractive chortle. Andrea froze and slowly lowered her hand. She turned to look at Miranda, eyes wide. At that moment, Miranda was glad her face was hidden from view behind her fur. She certainly couldn't have all these people see her smirk.

The car finally pulled up outside the hotel. Miranda turned, addressing her team. "You may have the night off. Enjoy Paris. Be ready in the lobby at 6am tomorrow for our final day." There was a surprised chorus of Thank you Miranda's. "Andrea, you will come with me." The door was opened and she pulled her face into her 'Press smile'. Fighting the urge to look back and check that Andrea was indeed behind her this time, Miranda made her way up the marble stairs and into the lobby. She stepped into the elevator, turning to find Andrea hovering at the door. With a wave of her hand, Miranda motioned for her to enter. The doors closed and a blanket of silence fell over them. They were still silent as they made their way to Miranda's suite.

Andy was terrified. Miranda didn't seem angry and somehow that felt worse than if she was being the dragon lady. The elevator was silent and so was the walk to Miranda's suite. When they reached the door, Miranda stepped back for Andy to swipe the key card. Her hand was shaking. Andy held the door open and Miranda breezed past.

"Take a seat Andrea." She said, motioning to the couch. "Wine?"

"Uhhh, Sure?" It came out as a question, which she knew Miranda would hate. "I mean. Yes Please Miranda." She corrected herself.

"Red or white?" Miranda called from the kitchen.

"White please." Andy didn't even want to think about what would happen if she partook in some red. She'd be fired for sure. She could never control her mouth. Even after one glass.

Miranda returned, handed Andy her glass and sat at the opposite end of the couch. She sipped her red wine and Andy watched as she licked a small drip off her bottom lip. "Acceptable." She stated. "2005 was manifique year for French wine. Saumur-Champigny, Cuvée Prestige, Clos des Cordeliers. Perfection."

French was a seductive language, but it was pure sex coming from Miranda's lips. She'd also never heard Miranda so pleased with something. Andrea took a gulp of her wine in an attempt to calm her nerves. She couldn't imagine her life without seeing the woman across from her every day.

"Miranda, I'm sorry…" Miranda put up her hand.

"Andrea, I don't not wish for another apology. What you did was extremely unprofessional and I am extremely disappointed but up until that moment you were the best assistant I've had. We will continue as if this never happened and it will never happen again. I need y…." Miranda trailed off. "I need a competent assistant who doesn't tremble at the sound of my voice."

Andy couldn't believe her ears. Miranda just told her she was the best assistant she'd ever had. She couldn't help the huge smile that spread across her face.

"Of course Miranda. I'm sor…" Miranda quirked an eyebrow.

"Right, no more apologizing, sorry. I mean, Shit." Andy looked down at her glass. She heard a chuckle and her head snapped up, eagerly wanting to see Miranda laugh for real. Not one of those fake laughs she saved for galas and dinners. She was not disappointed. Miranda's face was bright. She had a stunning smile.

"You are too nice Andrea." Andy watched, enthralled, as Miranda took another sip. "It is a refreshing quality for someone in this industry." Miranda looked at Andy's empty glass. When had she finished it? "More wine? You really must try this." She extended out her arm and Andy felt the glass touch her lip. She took a sip and moaned. A blush creeped up her neck. She averted her eyes, hoping Miranda hadn't noticed. She clearly had because she was blushing too.

"That was amazing."

"Clearly." Miranda's eyes were shining with amusement. Andy felt her phone buzz in her lap, choosing to ignore the tingle between her thighs. She looked down.

"It's Nigel. May I?" She looked up at Miranda.

"By all means." Andy pressed the answer button.

"Hey Nige."

Miranda couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment when Andrea's phone rang. She watched as the girl answered. She could hear Nigel squawking on the other end, firing questions at Andrea so quickly she had no time to answer them. Miranda held out her hand for the phone and Andrea handed it to her gingerly.

"Nigel. Stop that incessant noise right now. Yes, clearly, she is still with 'The Dragon'. No she is not fired and No I did not throw her out my penthouse window." She was greeted with shocked silence on the other end and handed the phone back to Andrea.

"Nige? You there?" Andrea couldn't help but giggle. It was rare for Nigel to be speechless.

"Six, You so are buying the first round. We are meeting in the lobby in half an hour. Get your size six ass ready." Miranda held out her hand for the phone again.

"Andrea is otherwise preoccupied. She will not be coming with you, I need her here. She will have to buy you a 'round' next time. Oh and Nigel? If you show up hung over tomorrow morning, you can say goodbye to your promotion."

"Yes Miranda. Wait… what?"

"We'll discuss it tomorrow on the flight. Goodnight Nigel."

"Goodnight Miranda. Don't make Six work too hard. She deserves a night off more than anyo..." She hung up on him, done with the conversation. Miranda handed the girl her cellphone.

"Thank you Miranda." Their fingers brushed and Miranda felt the tingle surge through her body.

"It sounds like we have a lot of work to do. What do you need me to do?"

"Have dinner with me Andrea."

"Wh-what?"

"Unless of course you'd rather go out with Nigel and get impossibly intoxicated."

"N-No. I'd love to have dinner with you. It's just unexpected."

"Good. I will go change." Miranda stood and started to walk to her room. She stopped and turned around. In a moment of courage she held out her hand for Andrea to take. The girl just stared at her outstretched hand, confusion clear in her face.

"I'll fill your glass and then I'd like you to come and talk to me while I change. You can't very well go out for dinner with Miranda Priestly in the same clothes you wore all day either. Not to worry, You are a size four now, yes? You will fit my clothes." Andrea took her hand with a smile.