Title: Like You Do
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Eventual Miranda/Andy
Rating: I don't know, there's swearing? T for now I think.
A/N This is my first attempt at a DWP fic, as promised months ago. Un-beta'd, all mistakes are my own. J I'm new to writing this fandom but I have been lurking for quite a while and there are some very good writers, so I'm kind of nervous posting this.
Miranda's dreams for the past three months had been haunted by those big brown eyes. Once again, she woke up with a start and sat up in the king size bed. Now is not the time for inappropriate dreams about my assistant. Deciding there was no point wasting time, Miranda picked up the book that lay beside her bed and switched on the radio. The soft voice of a younger girl filled the bedroom.
"You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful girl to,
save you from your old bad ways,
pray for forgiveness, boy, watch out here I come.
And I don't look a thing like she does,
but I talk like a gentle soul,
more than you'll ever know."
Shaking herself out of her daydream, she opened the book and got on with it.
The alarm rang through Andy's apartment far too early for Andy's liking, at half past 6, it wasn't the ideal time to be getting up. But if she wanted to be ready to anticipate Miranda's needs, she needed the time to get her head together. She sat at her desk wiping the sleep out of her eyes, careful not to smudge her make up. The sleep hadn't been the best she'd ever had, then again, she hadn't slept much in the past months anyway. Then she walked in, flung her coat and bag onto Emily's desk before disappearing into her office. A sharp object was flicked at her head from Emily's direction.
"Close your mouth, Sachs." hissed Emily. She and Emily had patched up their differences since Paris and had grown quite close, she also knew about Andy's long standing attraction to Miranda. Andy was jolted back into reality when she heard her name being called from Miranda's office.
"Go and get those shoes from that shoot last September. Nancy Gonzales. I want them here by tomorrow. That's all." Andy had no clue which shoes Miranda wanted but smiled and trotted out of the office in her Jimmy Choos in search of Nigel.
In all truth, Miranda hadn't wanted the shoes at all. She had no need, no desire, for the shoes. The only desire she had was for her assistant, Andrea. She strung out the name in her head, yes, it sounded much better the way she said it. She hated it how the girl insisted her name was Andy, to everyone but Miranda. Oh how she'd changed, Miranda remembered the girls first day in the office, in that hideous beige jacket. Today, she was wearing a Chanel pencil skirt Miranda had bought for her, of course, the girl didn't know Miranda had bought it with her in mind. She'd given it her under the pretence that she'd received it and had no desire to wear such a thing. Miranda adored the way it fit Andrea's curves and her gaze followed Andrea until she was out of sight.
Some part of Miranda recognised the girl was still her assistant and she should not be entertaining such thoughts, again, she shook her head and went back to the layout before her. Unbeknownst to her, Nigel had witnessed the whole thing.
Six,
We're going out for drinks Friday night. I'll get you after you've delivered the book.
N.
Since when has Nigel signed off his emails 'N'? There was no point replying to confirm, the email wasn't a question, it was a statement. Another habit Nigel had picked up from Miranda. Emily cleared her throat, a signal for Andy to look over. She pointed at her computer screen and mouthed 'Nigel?' Andy smiled and shrugged. Her email beeped again, another one from 'N'.
Oh and Six,
Meet me in the Closet with Emily in thirty minutes. Miranda has a lunch meeting with Irv.
N.
Andy laughed, it carried around the office and a panicked look flew over Emily's face and she glanced into Miranda's office only to have Miranda staring straight back at her with her icy blue eyes. Shit shit shit. Emily hid her face behind a clipboard to hide her smirk.
Miranda strode out of the office. "Coat. Bag." She waited across from Andy's desk and stepped into the coat that Andy held out for her. Her fingers brushed the back of Miranda's neck as she helped her into the coat, both women stopped momentarily before Miranda walked out of the office. Emily stood up and placed her hand on the small of Andy's back.
"Closet. Now."
"You sound startlingly like Miranda. Stop it."
"Oh you love it." Emily teased.
"You two sound like school children. Come on." Nigel walked into the Closet with Emily and Andy in his wake.
"Now then Six, I have a very exciting dress to show you." Nigel practically skipped over to the rail of evening dresses from the May shoot. He picked out a champagne coloured silk gown. Andy remembered it being in one of the run throughs she had to sit in on. "It's absolutely divine, I think you'll agree."
"Why am I here then?" Emily butted in.
"You're here because I wanted your opinion."
"Since when have you needed my opinion on clothes Nigel, that's what you're paid for."
"Well, not really. I just thought you'd be lonely in the office on your lonesome."
"Hmph. Nice to be considered." She sat down.
"Nigel?" Emily asked, "since when have you signed off emails with, 'N'?" Andy smirked.
"What're you staring at the dress for, Six? You need to try it on." Andy snapped out of her daze and went to go behind some shelves to get changed before Nigel grabbed her arm.
"It's OK, Six. I'm gay and I'm pretty sure our little Emily is straight. You've got nothing to worry about." Andy ignored him and proceeded to get changed behind the shelves.
Emily looked flabbergasted at the statement and caught Andy's eye before she smirked again.
Andy looked in the mirror at her reflection. The gown was really something, very fitted and had a large slit up the side, long enough to show off a good proportion of her leg. Nigel whistled as she reappeared.
"I thought you were gay." She accused Nigel. This time, Nigel looked shocked.
"I am, but Andy honey, you look fabulous. Give us a twirl then." Andy twirled slowly as her friends looked on appreciatively. "Fabulous. Right, Six. Take it off. I don't want it getting creased before the Gala." She went to go behind the shelves again. "Don't even think about it, Six. I want to supervise you change out of it without getting make up on it either."
"Nigel, Miranda wanted some Nancy Gonzales shoes from the shoot last September. Do you have any idea which ones?"
Andy groaned, undid the zip at the back and shimmied out of the dress until she stood in the middle of the Closet in her La Perla underwear. Andy stepped out of the dress, Nigel took it away to hang it up again and Emily had disappeared for coffee.
Andy heard the door click behind her, so she turned around and saw Miranda stood in the doorway. The light behind her cast a shadow that looked considerably bigger than she did. Nigel reappeared with the shoes Miranda wanted, and Andy quickly snatched up her clothes to cover herself up with. Nigel noticed Miranda in the doorway, and she still hadn't moved, the look on her face had changed from shock into something unreadable as a blush crept it's way up her neck and onto her face. Without saying a word, she walked back out.