1.
Porcelain skin. A soft grey robe clinging to all her curves. Bare feet on the floor and an air of desperation in the air. And the smell. Oh god, the mix of Miranda's perfume, flowers in the room and something fresh and simple, like shower gel was setting Andrea's senses in fire. She knew she was in for a tough time when she entered the room several minutes ago, but nothing could have prepared her for what came next. It was like her brain was split in half: one half was listening to what Miranda was saying and emphasising while another one was trying to figure out if she was naked under her robe and what her skin tastes like and if her tongue would be as vicious and attacking when battling with her own, or would it be tentative and unsure? Andrea knew the former would set her on fire, but then again the latter might just be her undoing for life.
Andrea tried to shake it off, but as the word "divorce" left Miranda's lips she felt hot all over. The word was like a punch to her lower abdomen, the initial shock quickly recognised by her body as arousal, heavy and sudden coiling down there like a snake, waiting, preparing to strike.
It was funny how Andrea Sachs never truly considered herself to be a sexual being - her history was quite boring compared to her friends. The first guy she had sex with was her college boyfriend. They had been going out for several months and then she "gave it up", at least that's how it felt. After a couple of times Andy realised that cuddling and kissing was way more enjoyable then the actual deed and quit thinking about it for some time. Then there was Lexy.
Lexy was her roommate's cousin who came to stay for a week. She had trendy short hair and wore low cut jeans and her underwear could always be seen. Andy remembered it quite well as Lexy loved Disney characters and it was really silly on a grown up woman with enough sass to fuel a small city, but there it was, Micky Mouse to Donald Duck looking up at Andy from Lexy's hips, and over them there was always a patch of skin, tanned and alluring. For several days Andy stuttered and stumbled around the apartment, unaware of her own obviousness , until one night when her roommate was out Lexy climbed into bed with her and said "Shhh, baby."
That had been the sexiest thing Andy had ever heard in her life.
"So that's what they call an orgasm," she whispered some time later and the next three days taught her more about her own body then a year in bed with her boyfriend. Then Lexy left and Andy cried for a couple of weeks. The boyfriend was forgotten like he had never even existed and then came along Nate.
Nate was fierce and fun and the sex was fierce and fun and they loved to experiment – Andy couldn't have been happier. It felt like she finally found the whole package - she was sure she was going to marry the guy and have smiley curly children with him and have sex with him until she was like 60 and it became gross, but they'd do it anyway because they were meant to be together.
Well, that idea went to shit 2 minutes into her new job. Miranda fucking Priestly ruined her life.
Going to work every day was a torture and Andrea didn't know what was worse: subjecting herself to Miranda's unrelentless sarcastic bashing or subjecting herself to constantly seeing Miranda's taut ass, perfect calves, proud breasts long neck and sexy lips. Those were the sexiest lips she had ever seen. Had she been a designer she would screw up her whole collection only to deserve that famous "pursing of the lips." And then there were the eyes, that Andrea didn't even dare to think of.
Two minutes into the job Andrea Sachs knew she wanted to fuck Miranda Priestly senseless. That night she fucked Nate senseless and she was quite happy.
Two weeks into the job Andrea Sachs knew she wanted to be fucking Miranda Priestly senseless for the rest of her life. Because fucking Nate senseless didn't really do it for her anymore.
Two months into the job Andrea Sachs knew that her desire for Miranda Priestly was bordering on obsessiveness. It worried her. She never opened her eyes in bed with Nate anymore. She begged him to shave his face right before eating her out and it still wasn't the same. She asked him to take her from behind and after a while she knew he was getting frustrated.
Five months into the job Andrea Sachs realised she was in love with Miranda fucking Priestly. To say that revelation was the worst thing that ever happened to her was an understatement. Hearing her name roll off the editor's lips sent her whole body into an agonising want and later that night Nate was quite happy with her wanton ways except she couldn't come. No matter what he tried it just didn't work. Andrea had a horrible suspicion all her orgasms were now pre-booked for the Editor in Chief of Runway magazine.
Seven months into the job Andrea Sachs realised she loved Miranda Priestly. It was unhealthy. It was never going to happen, but she was a ruined woman. Nate guessed and left, not that there was any other option for him really. Andrea hadn't come in two months and she had a horrible feeling that was it. Because Miranda priestly was bitchy, stern, demanding and straight and Andrea was her assistant. Nothing would ever happen. The worst thing was that Andrea realised, that she'd be happy to never have another orgasm if it meant being by Miranda's side. Except that had an expiration date as well, making Andy feel like her life had an expiration date somehow. Those thoughts were depressing and she pushed them to the back of her mind but they fucking lingered.
Sitting alone at her apartment and having wine Andy tried to come up with a plan on how to get on with her life. Every healthy and sensible plan had her leaving Miranda behind and therefore none of them were worth considering. Andy knew she had it bad.
It washed to believe it, but she didn't really know quite how bad until she was faced with the sight of Miranda on that couch. The woman had been crying and all Andy wanted was to kiss it better. Or to fuck it better if that would help. Not that that was an option.
It was funny how Andrea Sachs never truly considered herself to be a sexual being - right now she felt like a succubus preying on her victim, except the joke was on her since Miranda was never to be the victim, so in the end she was just a succubus drowning in her own want.
"Is there anything else I can do?" she asked, her heart breaking for Miranda's pain, her pussy as wet as the pacific ocean.
"Your job." Miranda said and Andrea willed herself to lower her gaze.
The job in question was going over the seating chart. Andy realised she was lucky/unlucky enough to have only printed one copy. That meant moving over to Miranda's side to look over it. That in turn meant subjecting herself to her kryptonite's close proximity, to her overpowering smell and warmth radiating from her body. It was getting harder to keep herself in line by the minute.
She managed though, like she had been managing for the last eight month. She managed when Miranda shifted and her hip was accidentally pressed into hers for a second. She managed when their fingers brushed over the chart. But then Miranda stretched her arm out and flexed her fingers in that insanely hot demanding manner of hers muttering: "Hand me a chocolate. A milky one."
Andrea couldn't think, couldn't move. She knew the chocolate box was right in front of her, but all she could see was that alabaster arm, turned up, skin looking soft and inviting with the robe sleeve rolled up slightly from the movement. A second later she found herself pressing a soft kiss to that arm, just below the elbow crease. Her mind in overdrive, she moved to give another kiss, now flicking her tongue over the sensitive skin and feeling Miranda shudder under her touch.
She didn't move her arm away so Andy thought it must have been a good sign. Looking up she was met with a pair with blue eyes wide with shock. Shock was not disgust, but that could follow after. Cursing herself internally for blowing her cover Andy held Miranda's gaze, sliding down to the floor and moving to stand on her knees in front of the editor. She knew that this moment was going to change her life and she knew she had to take a leap or she would regret it forever.
Miranda's voice was hollow and verging on trembling.
"Andrea, what is this?"
"This is me showing you that I love you." She let her hands stroke up and down Miranda's hips still covered by the soft grey robe. Her fingertips felt on fire, just being allowed to touch the woman even through a layer of cashmere.
Miranda's eyes widened even more, her hands shooting to cup Andrea's head.
"i don't… I don't…" She stuttered as Andrea caught her index finger with her mouth and sucked it in all the way, letting her tongue swirl over it. "I don't feel the same way and you…" Andy let the finger escape, digging her fingers more firmly at the top of Miranda's hips, earning her another sharp intake of breath from the older woman. "You need to stop right now" Miranda finally managed, grabbing Andy's shoulders and pushing her away slightly.