Author: pandora007

Disclaimer: Miranda, Andy belongs to Fox2000.

Pairing: Miranda/ Andy

Rated: K

Fandom: Devil wears Prada crossover with Mr. and Mrs. Smith, sort of!

A/N: This was my second story in the Devil wears Prada universe. Dragonwine was my great CO-writer/Beta from chapter 1 to chapter 6.

Mrs. & Mrs. Priestly - Chapter 1

Andy's fingers danced around impatiently. She despised waiting, only calming down a fraction when she looked over to allow her eyes to drink in the image of the lovely woman who was currently dissecting layout notes fresh from the art department on her Blackberry. 'As usual', she thought rolling her eyes. Andy was well-versed on the routine; her tolerance often stretched to the seams due to the woman's chaotic schedule causing destruction at the most inopportune occasions. In spite of the modest tinge of annoyance Andy didn't fail to observe how substantially ethereal the woman seated beside her still managed to appear in light of her whirlwind lifestyle, her epic presence remained resolute even in the face of her studied concentration.

Granted, Miranda Priestly looked impeccable every day and today was hardly an exception to the rule. In her Galliano dress, her face in subtle make up and the iconic style of her snowy hair swept away from her flawless features, the woman defined effortless, trend-setting splendor. She didn't know if she was more in love with the power those azure eyes exuded or the simple wonder of tangling her hands in Miranda´s chromatic locks when they were making love. Ok. When they used to make love.

The abrupt opening of the office door shoved Andy back into reality and caused Miranda to unleash her signature glare at the person in question. Her stare clearly communicating to the man that, 'You are the one that is supposed to wait for me not otherwise.'

"I'm sorry Miranda, Andrea but the traffic was jammed," he said by way of explanation.

"Details of your delay are of no interest to me."

The arctic words severed the air pinning him precariously between the door and the safety of his chair. Miranda casually turned her attention to powering off her Blackberry, paying no heed to the reaction her words had just triggered.

"It's ok, we weren't waiting for long." Andy glanced at Miranda, hoping to dissolve her icy mood and avoid scaring the man two minutes into their first session. Judging by the looks of him profusely starting to sweat, she strongly suspected that she was already too late. Miranda's chilly delivery was as infamous as her rise to power in the fashion world and even a man of his position wasn't entirely immune to the frosty bite. "And please feel free to call me Andy."

"Ok then, let's get started," he said, unconsciously wiping the beads of sweat that flecked his forehead with the back of his hand. He positioned himself in the leather chair in front of them and flipped open a notepad, poising his pen idly above the paper. "Why do you think you are here today?"

"Well," Andy gazed at Miranda and she nodded back, granting silent permission for her to continue. She returned her attention to him. "We don't really need to be here."

"Right," Miranda added.

"Right sweetie," Andy agreed, smiling at her. "We've been married for quite some time now and we agreed that we need routine insight, an unbiased medium to help put things into perspective."

"Exactly." Miranda once more finished the sentence.

"Okay, so how long have you been married?"

"Two years," Miranda said in advance this time, causing Andy to regard her, raising an eyebrow. Miranda's features remained as hard and unreadable as stone.

"She meant to say three years precisely," Andy corrected, her gaze never faltering from Miranda.

"No Andrea…" Miranda looked to the side, locking those piercing, sapphire eyes on the brunette. "I meant to say two years."

"I don't know about you, sweetheart," Andy countered, wrapping strong emphasis around the familiar term of endearment, "but I clearly remember it like it was yesterday. It was three years ago, at our home in the Hamptons that I recited my vows to you. I can even recall the press going crazy over the security measures taken just to keep them out that weekend. On the other hand you seem to have forgotten an entire damn year of our marriage," Andy finished faking a pleasant smile.

"Undoubtedly darling," Miranda made sure to place just as much emphasis where it counted. "Clearly you are so happy in our marriage that you've managed to tack another year onto your memory." Miranda faked her own smile as well. "I would never forget something like that. We married seven months after you, with no consideration or respect for me or your responsibilities, left me in Paris," Miranda smoothly reminded her and the younger woman had the decency to whimper in her seat. Exactly how many times would she have to be reminded of that fact? Details were something that Andrea used to excel at, at what point had that skill faded and been replaced by significant inconsistencies? "This, I can guarantee you with complete certainty, was not one or three but two years ago," Miranda finished lifting two fingers toward the therapist in finality.

Within a space of few moments the therapist's sweating had increased, the palpable tension elevating through the room becoming a living thing that engulfed them all. He cleared his throat in an effort to contain the intense discussion as he tried approaching the issue from a different angle. "How many times do you usually have sex?"

"Why is that relevant?" Miranda's annoyance laced the sharp retort.

Andy pinched her leg attempting not to laugh but she failed, a small giggle seeped from her full lips, but she quickly regained her composure, smoothing her features to an impression of seriousness again. Too late. Miranda noticed and clearly didn't appreciate the humor in it at all. Miranda raked her eyes over her before turning her attention back to the waiting therapist. "Well, quite often, I'm not counting," she finished considering Andy again, daring her with a stare to say something.

"How about this week?" he asked the couple.

"Depends." Andy spoke up. "The week starting on Sunday or are you considering the working days week?" Andy asked and Miranda purred, rolling her eyes.

"Just give me a number." The therapist started to get slightly anxious, despite himself. "You know what? No need to answer that now. Just tell me how you used to feel about each other regarding sex."

"Well…" Andy started cautiously, "we used to make love not have sex," she continued, smiling sincerely at Miranda now. "She used to be crazy about me." She looked back at the attentive therapist, adoration suddenly lighting her eyes up. "In the beginning the term 'bunnies' could be applied liberally, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other." Andy smiled again at the heated memories.

Miranda could only close her eyes, involuntarily walking through the shared corridors of those memories as well. In all honesty she couldn't exactly explain the origins of the emotional chasm evident between them now. Furthermore she certainly couldn't pinpoint when they started to become strangers that shared a bed and she was loathed to admit that it killed her to be a victim of the vulnerability of such helplessness. An inventory of the various reasons behind their current predicament, like their age difference, filtered through her mind, the infuriating doubts looping in constant refrain.

But the apparent age difference never bothered Andrea. Au contraire. It was actually a turn on for her younger mate. Standing at this unforeseen crossroad Miranda found herself longing for the power to bend time to her will, aware that she could no longer afford the luxury of denial, much to her dismay. This, like many things when one reflected on Andrea, was a first of many uncharted realities.

Years of honed efficiency within the industry had increased Miranda's expertise at multi-tasking. She nodded in the right places. Pursed her lips when it was necessary, the man's voice going on and on in her peripheral as she floated in the realm of thought.

Perhaps she wouldn't be surrounded by the therapist's hive-inducing color scheme if she didn't always consider herself a person who lived in the moment. No regrets. Never look back. View everything as an opportunity rather than a problem. Naturally that kind of attitude is how she ended up with Andrea and that same attitude had carried a hidden risk of watching the younger woman sift through her grasp. And like all things regarding their unique union, their dilemma hadn't come equipped with a simple solution to the problem. Only when they were finally tethering on the edge of snapping did they resolve to lock themselves between four walls and expose themselves to a perfect stranger's analysis. It was a last desperate attempt to restore the frayed pieces of their once vibrant connection.

Miranda had always known that desperation was notorious for making heroes out of mere cowards and their situation wasn't an exemption to the fact.

That was the real answer to why they had sought out couples therapy.

"The beginnings always have an air of mystery, don't they?" the therapist softly asked.

xxxxxxx

-2 or 3 years, 6 months and 2 weeks ago -

Andy stepped into the packed uptown bar, she was in desperate need of a drink to erase the remnants of her shitty day and she was highly relieved by the gratifying fact that it was over. She scanned the dark interior for an empty seat away from the sea of people yearning for a heavy dose of bourbon before she proceeded to pass out in the arms of her bed afterwards. The darkness inside the low-key drinking spot didn't reveal a great deal of detail of the assorted faces floating in and out of her view. But in spite of the muted lighting she instantly recognized the one person her mind refused to let her forget seated in vivid focus at the end of the stainless steel bar that snaked the room. Of course, with the way her day started, she shouldn't have expected that her night would dare be easier and the only quiet seat available just happened to be directly next to that person. 'I have nothing to lose anyway,' Andy reasoned with herself, slipping through the crowd and carefully approaching the unforgettable figure.

"Sorry to bother you, but is this seat empty?" Andy asked with a smile, causing the person to flick their eyes over her with a glare that could easily freeze air on its molecular level.

"Yes it is, but if you sit, the one I'm in, will be too."

"You never change, huh Miranda?" Andy dropped onto the leather bar stool, smiling.

"You have some nerve Andrea." It wasn't until that moment, when the Editor-in-Chief turned to face her again, that she realized that Miranda was a little buzzed, but her eyes held the same sense of sharp awareness as ever. Miranda Priestly's senses were, as typical of her legendary control, entirely absolute. "After what you did, do you honestly have the audacity to talk to me again?" Miranda hadn't lifted her voice above a whisper, but her tone was glacial, seeping in and chilling Andy to the bone. Some things, as it were, never ceased to change.

"How are the girls?" Andy asked in an effort to switch the subject and diffuse the rising indignation shooting from Miranda in waves. "Why are you not with them?"

"They are fine." Miranda softened, instantly thawing around the mention of her daughters. "Cassidy keeps asking why I fired you," Miranda finished with a sarcastic tilt to lips that could equally slash through incompetence and in the same breath freeze hearts to the point of disintegration.

So of course it made perfect sense for Andy to find the motion of that acidic mouth another fascinating item of interest concerning all things Miranda.

Before Andy could respond a loud bang split their attention away from their conversation and to the main doors of the packed establishment.

"NYPD, everybody quiet!" A man's voice announced.

"Hey Davis, care to tell me what's going down?" Andy leaned over the bar to ask her standard bartender.

"It's the second time this week Andy, they are trying to narrow down a person but I don't know who it is," the lanky man informed her

"Wish I had more to tell ya, but after this there won't be anyone left to tell. We'll be leaking customers by the day."

"Everybody in the back, move up here and get in line now," the police officer shouted stalking around the perimeter of the crowd. Andy was swift to notice a pack of reporters step into the bar as well, following close on the NYPD's heels for a possible scoop.

Andy quickly took hold of Miranda´s wrist. "Come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Miranda objected, freeing her arm from Andy's grasp.

"It's your choice, although I must admit I'm a bit surprised you won't mind seeing your paragraph on Page 6 tomorrow." Andy raised a challenging eyebrow. She played the card efficiently, gambling brazenly on the outcome.

Miranda shrugged in defeat, unable to distinguish any loophole in the logic as she allowed her former assistant to guide her discreetly through the press of bodies toward the rear exit of the bar. When they reached the alley beyond Andy efficiently placed ample distance between them and where the back door stood. They rested in companionable silence for a moment and a breath later Andy stiffened with awareness, using her body to drive Miranda into the crumbling brick wall, striving to shield them both after detecting a handful of police cars further down the street.

"What are you doing?"

"It's called taking care of you so nothing bad occurs," Andy whispered only inches apart from Miranda.

"Believe me Andrea, I can take care of myself more than you can imagine." At Miranda's words their eyes fully focused on each other in the dim, pool of streetlight, the stare revealing a rare moment of mutual and pure contemplation. Andy could smell the faint traces of top-shelf scotch on Miranda's breath, but she was certain she was the one who was rapidly on her way to becoming drunk, even without ever consuming a single drop.

"I think they are gone," Miranda noted, trying to push Andy back, but she froze when she heard a dog barking, the sound ricocheting beyond the mouth of the alley.

"Shh…be quiet," Andy whispered, flattening Miranda to the wall, their chests pressing together as a result. Andy willed her body to stillness in the shadowed niche of the alley, certain that even a sheet of paper couldn't slip between their bodies at that point.

Miranda's soft involuntary moan shattered the silence. Andy smiled deviously, goosebumps trickling fast and smooth across her skin, her body righteously answering to the Editor's primal call. It appeared that the 'Dragon Lady' didn't rein complete control over nearly everything in her sphere.

"I'm about to do something that I'm sure will give me a well deserved slap." Andy found her gaze incapable of escaping Miranda's stare as the woman unknowingly undressed her soul. There was a naked and provocative glint to the cool blue eyes. She didn't dare fight it as the look hypnotized her, unraveling her, noses nearly brushing as their ragged breaths mingled heatedly in the pocket of air between them.

This intense web they currently found themselves caught in really should have come to no surprise to either of them. It had purled the surface of their professional relationship throughout long months of working in close quarters, Andy learning to read the domineering woman as reverently as she poured over and committed Shakespeare to memory back at Northwestern.

"Tell me. Are you feeling lucky tonight, Andrea?" Miranda suddenly inquired, never shifting away from the doe brown eyes swimming in front of her.

"I hope so," Andy whispered, her voice dipping low a moment before her full lips descended on Miranda's. Miranda didn't respond initially, but when Andy expertly parted her lips with the tip of her warm tongue silently asking for permission to slip inside, Miranda groaned and granted her entrance, immediately sucking on Andy´s tongue as if she was starving and Andy's velvety tongue held the only key to her survival.

The Editor-in-Chief tasted like warm scotch and elicit promises, a cocktail mix of pleasures tingled across their waltzing tongues. Their kiss was a swirl of flavors. Soft. Electric. Fluid. Andy was pretty convinced that if the sound of waves weren't crashing in her ears she would have heard it when they began moaning openly into the wet caverns of each other´s mouth, their tongues battling for dominance. Deep within the frantic pace of their kiss Andy was beyond space and time. Andy's arm slipped forward, roughly locking one of Miranda's taut, silky thighs around her hip-the only thing keeping them anchored to gravity. She weaved her fingers into the silky hair at the nape of Miranda's neck while Miranda's hands roamed a burning path up her body from her ass, searing up deliciously to her spine. As a consequence, Andy pleasurably noted, everywhere the Editor's touch roamed she left a trail of fire in her wake.

When they broke apart, Miranda was still; her eyes closed, lips gleaming wet, breathing heavily through her nose and brimming on the edge of pleasurable hysteria. A single white lock of hair had fallen free in defiance of the others and it gently caressed her forehead. Andy couldn't stop the wicked smile from blooming on her face if she tried, she licked her lips with the sweet taste of Miranda Priestly now embedded into her skin.

'God, she is fucking beautiful,' Andy thought. Actually, if she chose to be honest with herself, she had always thought so and she had equally discovered that now it was a futile effort to deny the potent sexuality that emanated from the powerful woman in her arms. She could barely believe it. She had just French-kissed the infamous 'Snow Queen' and she instantly decided that a repeat performance was an absolute necessity. When she leaned in to capture those shimmering, swollen lips again she felt an open hand sting across her cheek so hard that she lost her footing. Andy tumbled backwards off balance, the sharp tang of blood in her mouth instantly making her come to her senses.

"FUCK. What the hell was that for?" Andy asked holding her throbbing cheek.

"That was for leaving me in Paris," Miranda growled and grabbed Andy´s blouse aggressively, colliding their bodies together again. Seconds later they were devouring each other´s mouths as if it were the last thing they would ever do, ravenous and hungry, the sensuous tension between them flickered and flared into the night.

xxxxxxx

"So would you say you fell in love with each other that night?" the therapist asked.

"Perhaps," Miranda said.

"Do you consider what happened an accident or was fate working a practical joke in your lives?"

"For me it was magical," Andy admitted making the other two look at her. She simply looked over at Miranda and smiled uncontrollably. "I fell in love with her in a heartbeat," Andy declared, causing Miranda to glance down to her platinum wedding band before sliding her eyes over to Andy.

"For me too." The admission was delivered in a near whisper. "That night I could finally confess to myself that I was battling with denial for longer than I care to admit." And at that Miranda genuinely smiled at her wife.

xxxxxxx

Back to the alley…

"Hey you two…" a man´s voice brought Miranda and Andy back to earth, "go get a room," he continued and that made them disentangle from around each other reluctantly. "This is not an ideal place for two women to be caught after hours at," the police officer explained holding the dog close.

"Yes officer, we were just on our way." Andy took Miranda's hand and led her out of the alley. "Where is Roy?" Andy asked her.

"He's waiting for my call."

"No need, I will take you home," Andy said, walking with purpose as she continued to hold Miranda's hand.

"In a pumpkin, that will change into a car?" Miranda asked sarcastically.

Before Miranda could make any more scathing remarks, Andy disengaged the alarm system and unlocked the door of a brand new BMW Z4 that was parked close to the alley. Miranda´s eyes uncharacteristically widened as she took in the sleek, black vehicle.

"Get in Cinderella," Andy said, holding the door for her.

"I don't want to get arrested in a stolen car," Miranda said slipping gracefully into the passenger seat as Andy laughed.

From memory she knew that Miranda didn't live far away and the powerful German engine made short work of the remaining miles under Andy's smooth guidance and before long she was parking in front of the familiar townhouse and opening the door so Miranda could step out of the car. She escorted Miranda to the front steps of the house, quietly contemplating the disorienting side effects of her first kisses with the enigmatic woman currently keying her code into a high-end security pad.

"Say hello to the girls for me," Andy said as Miranda opened the front door.

"They are not here; it's their weekend with their father." Miranda answered.

"Ah right." Andy combed through her lustrous sheathe of dark hair with an anxious hand.

"Would a night cap be amenable to you?" Miranda offered, carefully observing Andy looking back at the street considering it for a moment.

"Not a good idea." Andy finally faced Miranda again as she leaned casually against the doorframe, sighing. "I'm afraid of what I want to do with you right now and the consequences of those actions."

"It wouldn't be anything that we both didn't want to happen." Miranda opened the door wider to allow Andy to step past the threshold. "I won't bite Andrea."

"I was actually counting on that," Andy said with a shy laugh, shifting closer to Miranda, dropping a light kiss on her perfect lips. Miranda guided her inside the foyer and locked the door behind them, dropping her Chanel bag onto the side table.

"Are you still feeling lucky tonight?" Miranda whispered, reaching out to delicately stroke Andy's wrist, her eyes burning intensely with desire in contrast to the silky touch. Her gaze rove and lazily appraised the stunning brunette before her.

"I think I'm about to win the lottery," Andy said huskily, taking Miranda by her trim waist and pushing her back firmly against the door with astonishing speed, swooping low to unite their lips. The kiss seemed to pour liquid fire into their bodies, setting them off desperately again. The heat wove rapidly between them, instantly drowning them in pure sensation.

"Bedroom. Now." Miranda demanded, leading Andy up the stairs to the master bedroom.

xxxxxxx

"Well then, what changed?" the therapist asked.

Both women locked eyes and then let out long, pent up breaths.

"We got married." They answered at the same time.

TBC?