So I'm totally obsessed with DWP and I needed to write this.

Mirandy obviously.

I don't own the characters or the movie, I did this for fun only.If I get readers and someone wants me to continue this then I will, if not it will stay a one shot.

Enjoy xx

The way she would just sit there, coffee in hand looking at a bunch of random papers, totally ignoring everything around her. The way her eyes wouldn't give Andrea even a second glance was making the young woman feel extremely annoyed.

She was used to be ignored around her boss, she was used to being humiliate and stepped on, but after Paris she thought something would have changed.

Truly she had thought about leaving Miranda alone that night, leave her to deal with her problems and get the hell out of there, run for her life, to keep herself sane.

However, she made one simple mistake, she looked back. Then her eyes met blue and she was lost.

She turned back as quickly as the 5 inch heels allowed her, in two seconds she was already standing beside Miranda, keeping t he journalists away. For a split second she thought she saw relief in her boss' face but she had to be imagining it. Relief, or gratitude were two things she was sure The Dragon knew nothing about.

Two months had passed and Miranda Priestly was treating her even worse than before. Andrea found herself thinking if coming back hadn't been her worst mistake so far.

"Andréa... you're staring" the older woman stated without even moving her eyes from her desk.

It was amazing how Andrea could feel those dark blue eyes piercing through her when they weren't even looking at her.

There was something about that woman's voice, the way she would let out every single vowel like they were some sort of deep secret to everyone else's ears.

"I...hmm... I'm sorry M.." Andrea stammered trying to find something to say that wouldn't make her sound like a total idiot.

"That's all". There it was, Miranda letting her know that her time was over, that she should remove herself immediately. The words were followed by a quick wave of a too perfectly manicured hand.

For more than once while working for Miranda, Andrea wished she could just go straight ahead and slap the woman in front of her.

Being dismissed like that every single day was something she got used to but the Miranda's indifference towards her presence was still as unbearable as it was on her first day of work.

Andrea walked straight to the door and for a split second she could almost feel Miranda watching her every step, she didn't dare, however to look back to confirm her theory.

The young second assistant stepped out of the editor's office closing the door behind her firmly as if she was afraid Miranda would for some weird reason follow her.

Before going towards her desk the brunette grabbed a coffee hoping it would help still her shaking hands.

She was about to sit when that usual deep velvet voice called her name once more. In two seconds Andrea's hand was already turning Miranda's door knot.

"Did James' office call?" the older woman asked once more not even sparing Andrea a single glance of those glacial blue eyes.

"No Miranda"

"Are you sure?" Miranda let out in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Yes Miranda, I've been at my desk all..." Andrea tried to explain but once more she was waved away.

"That's all"

Later Andrea could swear upon her life that the low growl had not come from her slightly parted lips.

"Excuse me?" finally those blue pools were staring right back at her, at last Miranda was acknowledging her presence.

Those two words and Miranda's lips drawing a playful smirk made the girl shiver more than she would like to admit even to herself. However, in that same moment all the anger that had been building up on those last few months was starting to get control of her and before she could stop herself the words had already left her red lips.

"Actually, no. You're not excused at all"

For a second she could have sworn that Miranda was caught off guard, something so rare, yet so precious to see. The shiny pink lips parted slightly while an oh so perfect eyebrow was raised in an inquisitive move.

Andrea had no idea where all that courage was coming from but she walked straight to her editor's desk only stopping when her knees were already touching its edges.

"I've done everything you've asked for and even more, I've done my job better than any other assistant could ever do and you know it. Yet you keep treating me like the same shy, silly girl who entered your office more than a year ago..."

Miranda kept gazing her in silence letting her continue with her rant, the surprised look already vanished from her face, in its place Andrea saw a hint of amusement which only made her anger grow.

"You're a stubborn, egotistic, self-centered and infuriating human being that is of course if you are human at all."

All of a sudden she saw Miranda stand up and all her courage flew out of the same window she could bet Miranda was about to throw her out of.

It only took the older woman a couple seconds to be only a few inches apart from her second assistant, for Andrea however, those seconds seemed like hours.

When Miranda stopped right in front of her, it took all of Andrea's remaining strength to keep herself in place and face her boss without showing the fear that was taking over her.

"So..." Miranda let out in something that was almost a whisper "what exactly are you, Miss Sachs, going to do about that?"

Andrea couldn't tell if it had been that infuriating smirk on Miranda's lips, the scent of her hair, or the frustration of those past few months but she found her fingers digging into silver hair while her mouth attacked those too perfect pink lips.

She wanted to make that smirk go away, to wipe that cocky smile from Miranda's lips, along with that careful applied lipstick.

For someone so cold Miranda's lips were surprisingly warm, even inviting.

Andrea was finally in control or so she thought. When her hand moved towards her boss' waist and she felt her moan against her lips, Andrea thought she had never been prouder of herself.

She wanted to make Miranda pay for all those days being ignored, yelled at, turned on and left alone to deal with it, but she should have seen it coming, she should have guessed that it couldn't be that easy to bend someone as the mighty Dragon.

Before Andrea could register what was happening she was being pushed against the desk, while two hands forced her to sit on top of it.

How idiot had she been, thinking that she could take down the devil in Prada. For a few minutes Miranda had allowed her to innocently believe that this was Andrea's doing, like she had any decision making power at all.

Oh, how silly she had been indeed.

Miranda didn't say a word, her mouth went from Andrea's lips to her neck fast and mercilessly kissing, biting and sucking at a pace that made Andrea feel instantly dizzy. She would have marks all over her neck soon but she couldn't care less. She could feel the warmth spreading between her slightly opened legs that quickly closed themselves around a slim waist pulling the older woman as close as possible, trying to calm the throbbing sensation between her thighs.

When she felt lips tracing a wet path towards her cleavage she couldn't help but whisper the Dragon's name.

"Shut. Up." Miranda said without looking at her, too focused on getting rid of the silky shirt between her and Andrea's skin.

In that moment Miranda did something Andrea would never imagine her doing, with a quick move she ripped of the shirt throwing it on the floor like it was some last year's atrocity.

Andy was about to protest when a hand was skillfully slipped inside her skirt making her cry out.

"Fuck"

In any other occasion she would kick herself for cursing in front of her boss but in that moment she couldn't care less about ethics.

Miranda didn't bother to undress her or getting at least rid of her underwear before pushing them aside and slamming two fingers inside her, while one of her hands squeezed Andy's ass, digging her nails in the fabric of her skirt.

It was almost too much to handle, Miranda's nails on her ass, her fingers inside her trusting so violently it was almost painfull and those lips sucking at her pulse point. Her hands found their way to Miranda's silver hair pulling her closer once more, like her life depended on those lips being all over her.

"Shit Miranda"

Another violent trust made her lose her voice, Miranda wanted her to be quiet and once more she obeyed closing her eyes as if that would make it easier to take it all in.

Miranda's mouth moved to her breasts capturing a hard nipple sucking at it before biting it down hard, her tongue flicking against it torturing the younger woman squirming beneath her.

"You always talked to much Andrea" Miranda's hot breath against her skin was intoxicating "So shut up"

Andrea nodded before biting down her own bottom lip to prevent her from screaming when a third finger joined the already sticky ones inside her.

She could feel Miranda's nails inside her, claiming her, thrusting into her. The Dragon's mouth moved to the other nipple and another bite made Andrea tear up a bit.

They hadn't locked the door, and she was sure everyone else in the studios could hear her crying out but Miranda didn't seem to care so why should she.

Miranda's teeth found their way to Andrea's earlobe and this time she let out a moan that was anything but low.

"Shit Mirandaaa...". To her surprise this time the silver haired woman didn't seem to bother about her inability to keep herself quiet.

Miranda was too lost in the feeling of Andrea wrapped around her feelings her scent invading her lungs. Andrea smelled like vanilla mixed with lust, inhaling deeply the older woman could feel herself dripping in excitement.

She fasted her pace until she felt the young woman getting over the edge screaming her name.

This time there wasn't a hint of smugness in her face, just lust, need and when Andrea was finally able to open her eyes she almost couldn't believe she had that effect on her boss.

The office was finally quiet at least for the 30 seconds that Andrea needed to place herself between Miranda's legs proving her that her mouth could do much more than just talk.