Title: Some Dreams Do Come True

Rating: MA

Word Count: 3471

Summary: This story does not follow the move. In this story Miranda is about 35 and the twins are five. Andy's real name is Amelia but she still goes by Andy.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to DWP. I just love playing with them.

A tall, curvy, brunette whizzed by Miranda as she exited the silver Lincoln Town car. The brunette turned once, smiled, than slipped quickly into the Barbara Bui venue site.

Miranda huffed as the driver took hold of her arm, he succeeded in preventing her from landing on her rear. As Miranda righted herself she glared at the shapely behind as it disappeared into the crowd.

She was fuming. How dare the woman run down, or even come close to touching Miranda Priestly. She would find out who it was, and then comment to Barbara about the type of people she would allow into her show. The girl will be sorry about not watching where she was going.

As Miranda entered the showroom she scanned the crowd looking for the long legged beauty. The girl may have had bad manners, but she oozed confidence, and was very beautiful.

As Miranda made her way to her reserved seat her optimism fell. The vixen was nowhere to be found.

Miranda hoped she would encounter the girl when she went backstage to congratulate Barbara on the pleasing collection. There it was again, it screamed at her, 'all she did was hope'.

Miranda knew beyond a shadow of doubt the girl would not be walking the runway. Yes, she was tall with long brown hair, but she was not the stick thin models that graced the cat walks during Paris Fashion Week.

Miranda grinned at herself. She hated the skin and bone girls that populated the magazines, but skinny sold.

For Miranda though she preferred curves, and she preferred female curves. Soft full breast, she wished hers were just a big bigger. She smirked, the mysterious woman had full luscious wet lips to kiss, and a round firm ass to caress as her fingers and tongue would dip into a warm wet quivering hole.

Miranda squirmed as she felt her body tense, and a warm moister pooled between her legs.

The music changed bringing her back to the present day, and she continued to assess the couture passing before her. She was not impressed with the collection, but her face told another story.

As the show ended Miranda stood anxious to get back stage and find this mystery woman, but that was not to be.

Miranda huffed as she left the venue, large dark glasses over her glaring eyes, she could not figure out what had happened to the woman who almost landed her ass first on the cement out front.

Miranda even stooped to an all-time low inquiring about the muse, but to no avail.

No one seemed to have seen a young woman matching the description Miranda put forth, and because no one ever asked Miranda questions she was not barraged with meaningless chit chat.

After the last show Miranda instructed the driver to take her back to the hotel.

She sat in the back of the car with her head laid back on the warm soft leather, her eyes closed. She was exhausted. Thank God she did not have any dinner dates she needed to go to this evening. She could bathe, order room service, go over the electronic version of the book that was always available to her, and then call it a night.

Miranda sighed as visions of her ghost came back to her and she could imagine kissing the blood red lips pulling on the bottom one with her teeth as she pulled away. She could feel the warm moisture once again between her legs as she shifted in her seat.

This was ridicules. She could not remember ever being so fixated on another human being before.

The car came to an easy stop and quickly her door opened. A hand appeared inside the car to help her out, and she just glared. Only Roy was allowed to help her out of a car, and only at events were the paparazzi would be hanging out.

She let herself out of the car without even a glance at the driver, and pulled her phone from her bag. "Why were the drivers not given instructions on their obligations? I do not wish to hear your excuses! Just do your job." She hissed, closing the phone, and ending the call.

Miranda walked into the hotel with such an air even in Paris the path was opened up to her.

She happened passed a small bar on her right as she headed to the elevators.

As she passed a light airy laughter floated to her ears. The sound was enlightening and tranquil. It made Miranda smile. She closed her eyes as she wondered who made such an enchanting sound.

Her curiosity peaked to such an extent she turned. Why she did this she did not know. She would never be caught dead in a sleazy bar. She could afford to have anything sent up to her room.

The last time she had been in a bar was after she was given the promotion to Editor in Chief.

Nigel had insisted on taking her out. "We need to celebrate!" He had screamed. "This is amazing! I am so happy for you."

Miranda regretted that night the next day. She found herself lying on Nigel's couch with a wastebasket next to her head. Thank God she had not had to use it, but her head felt like someone had split it open with a 2x4.

When she had managed to stand fully up right she went in search of her friend, only to find him sprawled naked in bed with a strange man.

Upon seeing this Miranda almost laughed out loud, and would have if it had not been for her head.

Miranda left the two men and called for a cab vowing to never step into a bar again.

Nothing was ever mentioned about the night between the two friends.

Miranda took a tentative step into the darkened room allowing her eyes to adjust. She scanned the room, eyes falling over a group of men dressed in the latest Armani. One of them looked up and captured Miranda's gaze. He had salt and pepper hair and a handsome smile, but Miranda was not interested, and turned before he got the idea to come to her and introduce himself.

As she turned she heard that delightful laugh once again, and she caught the striking brunette with her head laid back exposing a long olive colored neck. It looked inviting.

Miranda licked her lips just as the brunette dropped her head, and locked her deep brown eyes onto Miranda's mischief crystal blue ones.

Miranda stood her head was in a hazy, her body tingled from deep within, and she knew she had to have the woman.

The girl smiled, no she cracked a grin. The grin took up her entire face, and it felt like sun radiating down on Miranda's face.

The girl slid off the bar stool, and sashayed toward Miranda.

The closer she got the hotter Miranda felt.

"Hi", the brunette whispered "my name is Andy, well it is Amelia but most call me Andy".

She stood so close Miranda could smell her essence.

Miranda gave the girl a small crooked smile. "Amelia, I am Miranda."

Miranda turned, and headed back to the elevators.

Amelia followed.

As if the elevators knew who was approaching they opened, and Miranda entered.

As she turned around, she saw Amelia standing on the opposite side of the doors, smiling, her brown eyes sparkling.

Miranda nodded her head for Amelia to follow.

The girl hopped inside, and Miranda used her pass card to take them to her suite.

Off the elevator, Miranda turned, and walked down the hall.

Close behind her and as silent as she could be, Amelia followed.

No words were exchanged, just a mutual agreement.

Once inside the room Miranda dropped her bag, and slowly turned.

Amelia had her back up against the door, a smile on her face, and the most alluring moist lips.

Not saying a word Miranda walked up to Amelia. Her eyes roamed around the young girls face, and landed on the deep brown pools in front of her. She moved closer and her finger tips skimmed up Amelia's arms. "I want you." Miranda purred.

Amelia grinned leaned in, and covered Miranda's lips with hers.

The movement was slow and soft. It took Miranda's breath away. She did not want to break away, but she had to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving, but Amelia looked none the worse for wear.

Amelia smiled.

Miranda backed up a few steps and her eyes ran up Amelia's body. She turned and walked toward the bedroom. Half way there she stopped. Looking over her shoulder she caught Amelia's gaze through her long dark lashes, gazing at her ass.

Amelia inhaled deeply as she looked at the sexy white haired woman.

As Miranda continued on Amelia followed.

Once in the bedroom Amelia headed for the large bed, and trailed her finger tips over the soft cool sheets.

"Bed?" Miranda whispered.

Amelia looked up spying Miranda standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Miranda twisted her head to the room behind her. "Shower?" she whispered.

Amelia shook her head no.

"Bath?" Miranda purred.

Amelia's smile once again over took her face, and she arched an eye brow as she continued her advance toward Miranda.

Miranda turned entering the room, and headed to the tub. She turned the facets on full. Steam began to fill the room, and Amelia watched as Miranda poured oils into the water producing an intoxicating atmosphere.

"The scent", Amelia took a deep breath in, "It smells of you."

Miranda nodded, "Herme's developed it personally for me. They sell it to no one else."

Miranda felt warm finger tips graze her right temple, and she shivered. The finger tips slid back to her hair line, then down around her ears. They trailed down her neck, and across her collar bone. Everywhere they touched they burned into Miranda's skin, her knees where becoming weak, and she did not know how much longer she would be able to stay up right.

Amelia's hands trailed down Miranda's arms.

Miranda trembled with each new touch. Her mind was in a fog, and her central core was burning up. She could feel her underwear becoming soaked with her fluids.

Miranda laid her head back on Amelia's shoulder, and closed her eyes basking in the heat radiating from her new friend.

The next thing she knew she was naked sitting in the warm bath water. Her back pressed up against a naked Amelia. She could feel the young woman's erect nipples tickling her back. There were soft lips kissing every inch of her neck, and a warm hand massaged her right breast, her nipple ached as soft finger tips rolled over it and teased it.

Miranda's body felt as if it was going to explode.

Fingers were caressing her outer lips applying pressure to a sensitive clit.

Miranda moaned she could not take it any longer, she needed the release.

"Please" she moaned "I need …"

"Shhh, Miranda trust me, I'll take care of you."

Then Amelia's fingers slid in between the folds, and grazed the engorged clit sending Miranda off like a rocket.

Miranda was panting, sweat glistened on her forehead.

"See my love I told you I would take care of you."

Suddenly, Miranda felt her back laying on cool sheets, in a large, soft bed.

She felt a weight on top of her. Soft skin, and full bare breasts pressed up against hers. Silken lips were on hers, a tongue pressing against her lips begging to be left in.

Her eyes opened, and deep brown pools starred at her. Her mouth opened, and the two tongues danced.

Miranda had never felt a tongue so soft or taste so delightful.

She groaned, then hummed feeling Amelia smile into the kiss.

Then there was a pressure as Amelia's fingers slid deep within her. Or was it her fingers?

Getting finger fucked never felt like this before.

Did Amelia have a strap on?

The women defiantly did not bring one with her.

Miranda did not remember the woman putting one on, but then again, Miranda did not remember how she got from the tub into the bed.

This did not concern Miranda much as the feelings she had at this point was earth shattering. She could feel the heat rise inside her, and she knew she was oh so close.

There was just one thing she needed to push her over the edge.

She slid her hand down over her stomach, and toward her throbbing clit.

There was a slight uneasiness as she did not feel any straps from the dildo.

The feeling left her quickly as her fingers reached her clit, and she came from the slight stimulation. Light from behind her eyes blinded her. Shocks ricocheted off her body.

In the distance she heard "You are so beautiful Miranda. Open your eyes so I can see them sparkle. Your body is so hot I have never enjoyed myself with anyone as much as I have enjoyed you."

As Miranda opened her eyes the weight lifted off her body. Her eyes roamed down the body that was positioned over her, and watched as the dildo was removed from her body. For a brief moment it looked real but that could not be possible.

Miranda blinked her eyes and it was gone.

Amelia caressed Miranda's cheek, "Sleep my love you will feel so rested in the morning."

Miranda immediately fell to sleep as warm soft lips left one last kiss on hers.

Miranda's eyes blinked open.

She was a bit confused at first, but soon realized she was in her bed at the hotel.

Her eyes immediately went to the clock on the stand by the bed. She had just enough time to rise, and ready herself for the new day of shows.

She rolled over to awaken Amelia, only to find the spot cold.

Her first thought was "Did I dream all of that?"

Miranda huffed "That was ridicules."

She slowly got up out of bed.

She was sore, and she was sore in spots that reinforced the knowledge that she did not dream what happened last night.

Miranda rubbed her forehead she had no time to dwell on it now.

As Miranda walked into the Valentino Show she was accosted by Nigel.

"Where have you been?" he practically yelled at her.

Miranda slowly removed the large sunglasses from her face and gave the man one of her deadly glares.

"Miranda, sorry but I have been trying to reach you all night."

Miranda sneered, "I hardly believe it is any of your business where I have been all night."

"I know Miranda, I'm just flustered because I got a call from Emily last night somehow the type for the next issue was changed and now it is a travesty."

Miranda rolled her eyes, pulled out her phone, "Emily?" There was a pause. "Emily." There was another pause, "I do not want excuses. Fix it by tonight." Miranda hissed, and slammed the phone shut.

"Make sure the jet is ready, we leave in an hour." Miranda quickly turned. Not being able to see Valentino because everyone in New York were incompetent made Miranda's blood boil.

She found her way backstage. "Giancarlo, I found you. Please give Valentino my apologies. Work has me flying back to New York immediately. I despise having to miss the new collection."

"Miranda, no, no, go take care of business. I will have the whole video emailed to you before you land. You are our lucky charm."

"Grazie, Giancarlo. Grazie." Miranda air kissed the striking gentleman and then she was off.

As the long flight took off Miranda sat back, laid her head back on the seat, and closed her eyes.

Visions from the night before flashed through her head. Depressed she would never see the woman again. She did not even know the woman's name. Well, except her first name. Amelia.

Amelia, the feelings returned. The excitement, heat, and electricity. Miranda shifted in her seat. Good God would she always act like this when she thought of the girl?

Miranda startled. Opening her eyes she yawned. She must have fallen asleep.

"We will be landing in forty-Five minutes." Came across the intercom.

Miranda shifted, and sighed.

At least someone knew how to do their job. Roy was waiting for Miranda as the jet pulled up to its spot on the tarmac.

Roy nodded his head as Miranda climbed into the limo and shut the door.

Even with the traffic Roy made short time getting Miranda to the Elias-Clarke building. With Roy's warning an elevator was waiting for Miranda and she slid in. Seeing the button for Runway had already been pushed she comptemplated the work she would have waiting for her.

It had been a long fourteen hours but Miranda had managed to set everything right again. It wasn't what she would have wanted but it would have to do.

She stood up arching her back. God she was sore. What she needed was a nice hot bath. She smiled closing her eyes and vision of deep brown pools assaulted her mind once again. Miranda shook her head. She had to stop this obsession with her lover from a few nights before.

She opened her phone calling for Roy to pick her up. Tomorrow would be another day and many positions had just opened up at Runway for HR to fill.

As Miranda opened the door to the townhouse she heard screaming from the floors above. Around the corner came Cara.

"Miranda! I-I did not expect you to be home for two more days."

Miranda averted her eyes up the staircase, "I suspect neither did the girls."

Cara nodded.

Miranda put her finger to her lips, "Shhh."

Cara grinned and nodded once again.

Miranda climbed the stairs, and headed to the twins rooms. She quietly peaked into the room seeing two small red heads jumping around, and singing at the top of their lungs.

As the song on the ipad died down Miranda grinned. She clapped her hands, "that Bobbsey's was very very good."

The two girls stopped.

"Mommmmmyyyy!"

The girls ran to Miranda almost knocking her down.

"When did you get home?"

They had a death grip around Miranda's neck.

"Girls, careful. You are hanging on too tight."

Sorry Mommy we just missed you soooo much." The girls loosened their grip.

"I know Bobbsey's, I missed you too."

Miranda marveled. The girls were growing up so fast. She could not believe they started Kindergarten just a few weeks ago. What she wouldn't do to have another baby. She enjoyed being pregnant. Feeling the girls grow inside her was the best feeling she had ever had. Then when they were born, nothing could compare.

Two weeks later Nigel informed Miranda Valentino had requested a spread in Runway with his collection modeled by the Princess of Genovia.

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Genovia."

Nigel grinned, "It is a small country that lays just north east of France. It is looking to increases their presence in Europe and the US. What better way than to splash their Princess on the cover of Runway?"

"I have never met this Princess."

"No you have not."

Miranda took a deep breath, "Valentino agrees to have her wear his collection she must be beautiful."

"Yes, I would think so."

Miranda's eyes darted up at Nigel, "You have never seen her?"

Nigel grinned again, "No."

"You know how I hate putting something in Runway I have never seen."

"Yes, but if she fits in Valentino she could not look that bad."

Miranda once again arched her eyebrow, "I would hope so otherwise Emily will be heading the Art Department next week."

Nigel walked out of the office laughing.

Miranda just smirked.

"Emily."

The young English girl jumped out of her seat and strutted into Miranda's office.

"Yes Miranda."

"I want information on this Princess including pictures by tomorrow, and get coffee."

The red head turned and was on her phone as she exited the outer office.

Miranda smiled. Thankfully this Emily is smarter than the one she fired after the type fiasco during Paris Fashion Week.

Just the thought of Paris brought back wonderful memories of the night Miranda spent with Amelia and her body began to tingle. All of a sudden she felt queasy, but it past quickly. Strange she thought, but just struck it up to the thoughts of making love with Amelia, and the sensations her body was remembering.

Miranda turned her chair to look out the large window over the New York skyline.

"Amelia who are you and where are you?"