This story delves into religion and suppression a bit. Might bother some, so be forewarned. Read Authors Note for question at the end.

Miranda and Andrea sat in the corner of a dimly lit steakhouse in east manhattan. This was the third time they had gone out to dinner together. They had done so discretely as to not draw any attention for the papers. Miranda was officially a single woman and Andrea had been working away from Runway at the New York Mirror for a few months now.

Each dinner had been surprisingly pleasant, lovely even. They told stories of their past and their dreams for the future. They told stories about falling in love with men and falling out. They told stories about their first jobs, humiliations and celebrations. It was as if they had been friends for years. The time passed between them imperceptibly.

When they stood out front it had begun to rain, they shared a space under the awning as her car waited to pull up to the curb. "Would you join me for a night cap?" Miranda asked her, her eyes sparkling and her face seeming to glow in the wet evening weather.

"I'd love to" Andrea answered her.

They got into the car together, though not without getting drenched in the rain. They laughed with each other as their makeup had begun to run down their faces. Andrea had never been invited back to Mirandas townhouse. The only time she ever been there was for work when she was with runway.

Andreas heart raced with the possibility of them being completely alone. She wasn't sure how she would handle herself. Outside of runway related business, they have never been alone together. She wasn't entirely sure if Miranda has feelings though her gut tells her its true. Andrea didn't know if she had only projected what she wished into their evenings together. For all she knew, this was how she treated most of her friends.

When they got to Mirandas home, she watched her slip off her heels and open her mini bar. It surprised her how at ease she felt with her in the silence of her town home. "Do have a seat, Andrea" she told her before grabbing a bottle of top shelf whiskey and preparing them both drinks.

She handed her a small glass of whiskey that had a cherry and an orange zest submerged amongst the alcohol. "I love a good old fashioned" the older woman smiled before taking a sip. It was strange how her eyes never left Andreas. She seemed to stare straight into her soul. "I was a bartender for awhile while I was in college".

"What are you thinking about?" Miranda asked her, noticing her flustered gaze. Andreas heart jumped in her chest. Although she felt she knew the truth about how this woman felt about her, she wasn't entirely sure if it was in her head. If she wanted it so desperately to be true that she just believed it to be.

She took a deep breath and took another sip of her drink. The bittersweet liquid warmed her from the inside and seemed to calm her nerves. "I'm thinking about how much I enjoy spending time with you" she told her. Miranda smiled and sat up, "I enjoy spending time with you too" she said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.

"It's been quite nice, hasn't it?" Miranda added. Andrea stared at her, her radiant smile, her perfect mouth, perfect teeth, her flawless skin and inhaled a shaking breath. She bit her lip hard and looked away. "May I ask you something, Miranda?" She noticed she was shaking when she brought her drink back up to her lips.

"Anything, darling" she answered, relaxing back into her couch. Andrea built up the courage and tried to will the words to her lips. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Miranda looked surprised by the question and smiled at her crookedly. "Why do you ask?" She answered with her own question.

"I'm just curious... if you've ever had feelings for another woman" Andrea could almost feel her heartbeat in her ears, thundering in her body. Never has anyone made her so nervous or self aware. Yet she wasn't afraid, she was excited, exhilarated by the moment.

Miranda looked away and sighed, her expression changed from happiness to melancholy. Andrea watched her sip her drink, watched her tongue play with the rim of the crystal. "It's a very long story" she answered finally. "Maybe one day we'll talk about it" she said quietly. She emptied her glass and looked over at Andrea.

"I'm going to have another. Would you like one?" She asked, her demeanor changing again, back to the Miranda she had been with the entire night. Andrea shook her head no. "So, the Mirror is covering the french elections this year, I see. Will you be one of their correspondents?" Andrea knew she was trying to change the subject but she wasn't ready to yet.

"I... uh, I'm not particularly interested in covering it myself. I think they'll have an opening for one of their war correspondents soon, that's what I'd like to do" Andrea answered but her mind was still on what Miranda had just said, or what she hadn't. "Did something happen, Miranda?" She asked without even thinking.

"What do you mean?" She answered, confused as she poured the whiskey over her sugar cube. "Were you a young woman?" Andrea couldn't let it go so easily, she wanted to know, she needed to know now. Miranda stiffened and she could feel the energy change. "One day we'll talk about it. I just don't want to get into it this time of night."

They finished their drinks and chatted a bit more about this and that. The rest of the night Andreas mind whirled with all of the possibilities that this long story could include. She wanted to talk about nothing else but she forced herself not to bring it up again. Miranda clearly is not ready to share yet.

"Oh look at the time, it's nearly two in the morning. I really should be getting to bed. I have a few things to take care of in the morning" Miranda told her. Andrea looked at her watch and was surprised that so much time had passed since they had gotten to her house.

"I better call a cab" she said, pulling her phone out. Miranda laid her hand over her phone "I've got several bedrooms that never get used. Why don't you just sleep here tonight?" She suggested.

Andrea didn't have words, it was surprising. She still was battling in her own mind if this woman has feelings for her, what Miranda's long story consisted of and if she was crazy or not. She hated feeling so confused and this didn't seem to help things.

"I suppose I could" she said finally. Miranda smiled, her posture straightening giddily like a teenage girl. "I'll show you your room and grab you something to sleep in" she said.

They walked up to the third floor and Miranda showed her to her guest bedroom. It was larger than her bedroom back at her place. The bed was decorated with fancy pillows and looked absolutely heavenly to her right now. "I like to sleep in here from time to time, it used to be the girls nursery" she pulled open the closet and grabbed another pillow for her.

"They've been staying with their father a lot more often. When Stephen and I were going through the divorce... well... the media was not kind" Miranda crossed her arms and sighed. "Once the school year starts, they'll be back with me for the weekdays" she smiled.

"I'll go grab you some clothes" she said before leaving the room. Andrea sat down on the bed and pulled off her boots. She stretched her legs and laid back on the bed. It was obscenely comfortable. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"It's great, isn't it?" Miranda said as she came back in. She sat a silky piece of clothing on the dresser and sat next to Andrea on the bed. "The comforter is from France, I bought it a few years ago while I was there" she sighed. "I might have trouble getting out of bed in the morning" Andrea joked. "Oh you will, trust me".

It was quiet now between them, the only sound that of the ceiling fan pushing the air throughout the room. Andrea sat up and looked over at the stunning woman next to her. Never in a million years did she think she'd be in a bed with Miranda, spending the night in her home. She felt like she was dreaming. Without even realizing it, they had been staring at each other. That same piercing look that made her feel vulnerable yet unafraid peered into her soul again now.

"Well, I hope you sleep well Andrea" Miranda said as she broke their gaze and stood up. Andrea stood up too. "I've really enjoyed this evening, thank you for dinner and for the drinks and for letting me stay over" the young woman told her. Miranda held out her arms and pulled her in for an embrace. "It's been my pleasure" she whispered next to her ear. Their hug lasted longer than usual, Andrea squeezed her tightly against her and the sound that came from Miranda made her heart ache.

It was moments like this that were so confusing. Was Miranda mothering her in some way? Did she see her like she sees her own girls? Does she treat her other friends as sweetly as she has treated her this evening? Was she completely insane for thinking perhaps Miranda feels more for her than something only friends do?

When they pulled apart they didn't look at each other. Miranda ducked out of the room and pulled her door closed. Once Andrea was alone she let out a deep breath that she didn't realize she had been holding all evening.

"Fuck" she whispered to herself. This was bad and yet so good. She could feel herself falling for this impossible woman and she hated not knowing if she would be there to catch her. The thought of it not being reciprocated in the same way was unbearable to even think about.

She fell asleep quickly and as promised, she had trouble rising from bed in the morning. She went downstairs and Miranda was already awake, drinking coffee and sitting in her robe at her breakfast table. Something about witnessing her in this light, getting a glimpse of the 'ice queens' every day routine made her all the more lovely. "How did you sleep?" She asked her, getting up from the table and touching her arm affectionately.

"I slept wonderfully, thank you" Andrea said, smiling. It had become more and more common for Miranda to touch her randomly and without seeming to realize it. "I made some coffee if you want some" she gestured toward the small steaming French press in the counter.

"I have to go get ready but help yourself to whatever you want" she smiled. Andrea had never seen Miranda act this way toward anyone but her children. She was startled by it. "Andrea" she said before she climbed her stairs, "yes, Miranda" the girl answered. "I'm glad you're here" she told her before she disappeared upstairs.

Andrea was left grinning like a little girl and unable to eat because her body was overly stimulated by the entire situation. She had a cup of coffee and left. She hailed a cab just outside of her house and went straight to work. She had never remembered feeling so happy in the morning, so ready to face the day.

She was busy all afternoon. A new story had broken about a New York Senator sexting and sending inappropriate pictures to multiple women. She hated covering these kind of stories but she was still working her way up the ranks at the Mirror. She volunteered to go and interview the woman who leaked the story to the press.

She arrived at a little coffee shop off of Madison and waited at a table for the woman to arrive. She felt her phone buzz and saw it was a text from Miranda.

"I forgot to ask if you have any plans this evening?"

Andrea smiled and quickly replied, "got something in mind?" She sent it and saw the woman walk into the cafe. She waved her over and invited her to sit. She bought her a latte and they sat and talked for awhile before she began the interview.

She got what she needed and said her goodbyes.

The woman was pleasant enough. She said she had leaked the info because she cared about honesty in her elected officials but Andrea knew she was full of shit.

She would not write anything differently though, she knew every New York politician has their secrets and this was far less concerning than others but she still had a job to do.

She looked at her phone and it was another text. "Be at my house by 7".

A/N

This will probably only be about 5 chapters but I already have most of it written out so it'll be quick.

PS

Question for reviewers.

I've always been curious, what brought the readers/writers to the Devil Wears Prada fics?

I'm 24 and i've always loved older women in powerful positions with at least 10 year age differences from my own.
So naturally I felt like in the movie the relationship between these two had alot more under the surface. Also, Meryl Streep. Also this fandom seems to be one of the only ones with may december lesbian relationships and tons of good stories.

Much love to you

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