Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: M
Summary: Ok so basically Andy didn't walk away in Paris and Miranda and Stephen are still married but it's failing miserably. Naturally us Mirandy fans hate Stephen so yeah. Christmas fix for fans and have no idea how long this will go on for but enjoy! :)
Chapter 1
December 24th 2008
Here she was sitting in her office on Christmas eve looking over the dull designs Versace had sent her, it was 11pm and she had no where to go. No Christmas party, the twins were at their fathers and her husband was enjoying his mistress in some cheap hotel with bad lighting and a squeaky bed. Stephen was stupid to think he could get away with having an affair. It was comical and ridiculous. As the girls would say 'LOL' in this situation. Her marriage was failing, yet again. After three marriages Miranda Priestly knew the signs of a failing marriage, he barley touched her anymore, they didn't speak like they used to, no candle light dinners or extravagant gifts like he would when they first started dating, just the usual bullshit of 'Why don't you go fuck that magazine you love so much?' whilst he was humping away at her unresponsive body. Yes she would spread her legs and hope for the best, but most of the time he just wasn't enough anymore. His late nights, his passion for alcohol and his love for the occasional hooker had proven too much for her.
So here she was working alone on Christmas eve, well alone wasn't exactly true, her brown eyed brunette journalist/assistant was tapping away at her keyboard. Andrea. Now there was something that caught her attention. Her recent makeover of fashionable clothes and amazing ability to listen and learn and fetch had made her the well liked and fun girl that everyone loved. Including Miranda. She knew she shouldn't notice the way Andrea's hips swayed when she wandered in and out of her office and she most definitely shouldn't notice that when she rallied off a bunch of orders she would simply jot them down on her cute pink notepad and reply with a 'Yes, Miranda' she couldn't help but smile to herself.
Pulling her out of her admiration of her 20 years younger assistant, her phone beeped. It was Cassidy
Cass: Hey mom just wanted to check if you were ok! Hope your at home! Run yourself a bath? Stop working for five minutes! Well just wanted to wish you and stephen a Merry Xmas! Lots of love Cass & Caro! :) xxx
Me: No I'm not bobseys I'm at the office and Stephen is working late. But I'm ok :) thank you and a happy Christmas to my babies much love mommy xxx
Even though they were 13 she still called them her bobseys and they still called her mommy when vulnerable. She checked the clock on her laptop. 12:15am. Well merry Christmas. Miranda recognised a presence, a presence she knew all to well. She took off her glasses and raised her head to see her very drunk husband swaying at her office door.
"Stephen? I'm surprised to see you here. Something wrong?" Stephen walked closer to her desk.
"Not at all sex on legs... Just wanting to fuck my wife senseless." Miranda stared shocked at her husband.
"Stephen! PLEASE! Is there any need! My assistant is-"
"I fucking know where she is Miranda! I did come in here... I might be drunk but fuck Miran- 'hiccup' Miranda! Anyway she won't BLAB!" Stephen leaned on the desk into Miranda's face closer with every word. Miranda leaned back into her chair slightly intimidated by Stephen's closeness, she rose from her desk; partly to escape being Stephens inebriated state; and walked to the office door to see a wide eyed and clearly shocked Andy staring at her.
"Andrea you can go home"
"Are you sure Mir-" Miranda gave Andy her best glare saved for terrifying, she didn't need to say anything nor did Andrea argue.
"Yes, Miranda" with that Andrea stood collected her things and headed for the elevators she quickly looked back and Miranda gave her a reassuring nod Andrea continued to the elevator. Miranda turned around and walked back into the office.
"Please Stephen was there any need to-"
"Shut the fuck up! I'm tired of your tight rigid ass bossing me around! I wanna FUCK my wife and I'm going to!" Stephen lurched forward and grabbed Miranda's waist she felt his rough hands dig into her hips and knew she was going to bruise, pushing her back onto the desk he threw her on the desk throwing all the designs and paper work on the floor. She landed roughly on the desk throwing her arms behind her and trying to supporting her body but her wrists failed her and she slammed back onto the desk smacking her back off the glass. Grunting in pain whilst Stephen ripped her skirt up to her hips making Miranda gasp and wince as she heard the material rip.
"STEPHEN! STOP! Please! YOUR hurting me!" Stephen leaned down next to her ear and laughed deep in her ear making her quiver, she felt sick and scared.
"We are doing this, and we are doing it here and now!" pulling her hips towards his, grinding up against her centre, she could feel his erection, an uncomfortable heat on top of her.
"Stephen lets go home there is a place for thi-" Stephen collapsed on top over her and she could smell the whiskey on his breath as he crashed his lips to hers bruising them and biting her lip a little too hard, Miranda felt blood trickle into her mouth unsure whether it was hers or Stephens. He lifted off her again and ripped her blouse open, buttons flying to the floor and destroying a perfectly good blouse, Stephen bent his head and crashed his lips to Miranda's chest, biting and licking at her lace clad breasts she knew his insistent sucking would cause a hickey and instead of being aroused she was thinking about how she was going to hide this from Andrea. Andrea oh god now she was thinking about how she wished it was her who was attacking her chest. She moaned. This spurred on Stephen further and made him thrust a little deeper, Miranda made the appropriate moans and groans as she pretended to climax.
"Oh God baby! Your so sexy!" Stephen shouted as; to Miranda's relief; he came with one final thrust.
"That was so good" Stephen stated as he pulled out of Miranda and reached for his trousers that were dangling useless at his ankles.
"Mmmm" Miranda half agreed as she stood feeling a throbbing pain between her legs. Miranda jumped slightly when she felt Stephen wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to his body.
"Hey..." Stephen turned Miranda in his arms and pulled her in a hug holding her a little too tight.
"Hey why did you jump?" Miranda thought quick
"Oh because I was thinking about how great that was and you scared me by sneaking up"
"Your so cute" Miranda cringed. Cute? When the hell was Miranda Priestly CUTE? Stephen kissed her neck then pulled her at arms length and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
"Come on let's go home" Miranda smirked
"Stephen I can't go home looking like this" she made an attempt to laugh but it came put sounding nervous and intimidated 'Come on Miranda man up!'
"How's about you head home and I'll go get an outfit from the closet? Hmm?"
"Ok baby don't be too late I wanna fuck you again!" winking at her and with a chaste kiss on the lips Stephen turned and left the office. Miranda felt a pang of relief hit her. She walked into her private bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Here she was 53 years old, silver hair messed up, bruises and hickeys on her chest with only a ripped blouse and skirt to cover up what dignity she had left. Her life was a mess and now Stephen had just destroyed all control she had over her job.
MEANWHILE Andrea sat in a cafe across the street from Elias-Clark and waited for Stephen to come out of the building. When she saw him come out and grab a cab without Miranda Andy immediately worried. 'Why hasn't Miranda left with Stephen?' with that she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair she had occupied, left a $10 bill on the table and headed back over to Elias-Clark.
Noting that only Bill sat at the security desk she smiled at him and simply said
"Forgot Miranda's schedule for tomorrow, mind if I go up?"
"Please don't mind me, although she is still up there and Stephen has just left without her so I doubt she is in a good mood!" Andy smiled and sighed a
"Great!" to Bill for emphasis.
Taking the elevator up to the 17th floor she tapped her foot impatiently. 'Stephen was drunk, what if he has hurt her?' Andy shook her head 'It has nothing to do with you, you stupid bitch! What are you playing at? She is going to MURDER you! But then again you did actually forget the schedule... Even if it was on purpose' the elevator dinged announcing its destination 'Well here we go... No turning back now!'
Andy slowly walked down the dark halls of Runway and noticed that the main office light was still on but she couldn't see Miranda at her desk 'Must be in the private bathroom' but as she edged closer to her desk she heard a soft crying coming from the corner of Miranda's office. Andy saw the schedule on her desk, she could easily just take it and leave. Forget this ever happened. But Andy cared about Miranda, a little more than she'd like to admit. So she crept closer to the office and sure enough she saw Miranda curled up on the small couch in her office holding her knees close to her body. Her hair was a mess, her mascara running down her cheeks and she noticed her blouse and skirt were ripped. She had no shoes on and there was a small cut on her lip. Looking around the office she saw papers splayed all over the floor then looking to the desk Andy was nearly sick. She saw blood, a small amount granted but blood nonetheless.
"Miranda?" Andy spoke softly as she dared to edge closer into the office. Miranda clearly startled looked up and stared at Andy with red rimmed and painfully ice eyes.
"What do you want?" it was a demand, it held authority and still made Andy jump a little but Andy also heard the broken tone in her voice, that's what made Andy edge even closer.
"I- I came back for tomorrows schedule... I thought- I thought you would have gone home with... Stephen" Andy almost spat out the name. If he had done this to her he would pay. Big time.
When Miranda didn't reply, Andrea took another step closer she was less than a meter away now.
"Miranda... Are- Are you ok?" Miranda finally looked up again.
"Ok? Do I look ok to you?" the sting in Miranda's voice was there.
"No sorry Miranda. Stupid question. Errrmm is there anything I can do?" Miranda nodded, and just as she had done all those nights ago in Paris she nodded looked up and said
"Mm your job... Take the schedule use it how you want, I won't be in tomorrow clear all my appointments... And Andrea... No never mind."
"Go on Miranda anything you need no matter how... Embarrassing"
"Could you... Call the ermm... The doctor tomorrow and arrange an appointment for later on this month?" Andy couldn't understand. Miranda was asking her a question? But more to the point doctors? That means that the blood... It was Miranda's.
"Of course Miranda. And I may be speaking out of term here but I really don't give a shit you are clearly in pain and I want to help you. I'm going to go to the closet and find something... Comfy for you to wear. When I come back I'll help you into the bathroom and whilst you shower I'll tidy up this mess. And I'm not taking no for an answer." before Miranda could protest Andy had turned and was heading to the closet. God that girl is so kind and caring.
5 minutes later Andy was back with a velua cerulean track suit with a pair of uggs. When Andy placed them next to Miranda you would have thought she had place a pile of dog crap next to her.
"They are comfortable and that's what you need right now. It's Christmas eve in the middle of the night no one will see you. Now do you think you can walk to the bathroom?" Andy said in a bossy tone, Miranda had to admit Andrea was perfect in a crisis, scrap that Andrea was perfect
"Of course Andrea I'm not an-" just as Miranda stood she felt a twang of pain between her legs that proved too much and she collapsed back onto the sofa.
"Ok. Miranda do you need help?" Miranda nodded slowly as Andrea gently lifted Miranda from the sofa. An arm around her waist and the other resting on her forearm.
"Miranda did- did Stephen do this to you?" Miranda looked at Andy like she had just scolded her with a Starbucks coffee.
"That has absolutely NOTHING to do with you young lady!"
"Sorry Miranda it's just- well... I think that he doesn't deserve you Miranda. Your too good for him."
"And prey tell Andrea who is worthy of me? Hmm?" 'Me' Andrea thought
"I've no idea but I know he isn't..." Miranda looked at Andrea and for the first time Andrea saw a frightened, scared and vulnerable Miranda. It pained her to see, and she wanted the ice queen back or at least the snow queen? They had reached the bathroom and were standing outside of the shower cubicle when Miranda reached her hand up and clasped Andreas cheek, stroking her thumb over the prominent cheekbone Miranda leaned in and kissed her other cheek. Andy blushed and she was sure Miranda noticed and in turn blushed as well.
"Thank you" she whispered.
"Miranda don't thank me I will always be here for you as long as you need me! Now do you need me?" 'YOU stupid girl! Why did you say that! That could mean so many things! IDIOT!'
"Yes Andrea I need you, do you think you could- erm help me out of my skirt? I err can't bend" 'Wow that was awkward Miranda! What the fuck? You weird old pathetic woman!'
"Yes of course" Andrea said with a smile. She bent down to the now ruined skirt and pulled it slowly down her legs. Andy noticed some blood on the inside of Miranda's thighs and also on the skirt. That was when she realised Miranda had no underwear on and she was literally inches away from Miranda's bruised but beautiful centre. Kicking herself for feeling a twang of desire run straight to her own centre she stood again. Turning on the shower she told Miranda she would go and fetch some clean towels and tidy the office whilst she took a shower. She desperately wanted to ask what had happened tonight but now was not the time, if Miranda wanted her to know she would tell her.
AN hour later.
Miranda and Andrea were ready to leave, Miranda felt much fresher than she had before, her office was tidy and more importantly she had Andrea at her side.
When they exited Elias-Clark it was snowing.
"I'll phone Roy."
"Miranda no! It's Christmas in the middle of the night, it's snowing and Roy has a wife and kids! You are not phoning Roy to come pick you up when your Porsche is literally over there!" Andrea pointed to the black car parked neatly on the curb.
"Andrea in case you have forgotten my keys for my Porsche are at home and in my- condition... I cannot drive!" Andrea pulled out a set of keys from her purse and said
"I'll drive!"
ANDREA pulled up at the town house and noticed the Christmas tree that was usually lit up and decorated in the window was in pitch black. In fact the whole house was in darkness. Looking to Miranda who was now occupied by her phone she smiled, at least she looked slightly more like the ice queen now.
"Stephen isn't home... He won't be for a week" Miranda suddenly spoke.
"So Christmas alone for me... Again. You know I wouldn't be so bothered if Runway was open over the Christmas holidays. And I'm sure you have got that chef what's his name... To go home to and crawl into bed with, open each others gifts in a few hours. Hmmm I can't remember the last time Stephen bought me a gift? Do you know that? And I know that fir a matter of fact that the $10,000 Tiffany bracelet was not for me, but for his mistress. What is really comical though is the fact that he paid for it with MY credit card." Miranda laughed, but Andy could tell she was hurting
"I used to love him, I did. And I really have tried to love him again. But when you know a person is lying, cheating and only staying with you for money, it's pretty impossible to love them. It's so unfair on the girls because yet again they have to go through another let down of what I call a husband and they secretly call asshole. I really don't have any other option but to divorce again do I?"
"No don't answer that, Andrea I'm sorry this is totally unethical and highly unprofessional of me. Feel free to use the Porsche over the Christmas holidays and take care. And I guess its a Merry Christmas?" with that Miranda left a very shocked Andrea in the car. Before Miranda could disappear into her house Andrea turned down the window.
"Miranda?" she shouted and Miranda turned
"Just to let you know... I'm spending Christmas alone too. Nate and I we broke up before Paris. So tomorrow if you want company? You know where I am just text me ok!" she sent a reassuring smile to Miranda and drove off.
ANDREA woke up at 9am and she had a text.
Miranda: Morning and merry Christmas. I know this is crazy but fancy coming over? I have classic Christmas films, popcorn and ice cream? You don't have to if you have plans I understand but no use spending this day all alone. Right? X
Andrea: You had me at morning. Be over in an hour. X
TBC
Ok so what do you think? It's my first DWP fic and I think it's gonna be a long one!? Comment and I would love some suggestions! :) thanks! Xx