Andrea Sachs felt tired.

She had been feeling tired for a while now.

She knew that she should have refused when she had the chance, she should have done the right thing. Except there was one small problem.

She could never refuse Miranda.

Everything had started about 2 months ago, when this... this affair began.

Andy knew perfectly well that she shouldn't think about her boss the way she did. But, truth be told, she couldn't stop herself. Ever since Paris she had been paying very close attention to Miranda. Soon it came to the point where Miranda was all Andy could really think about. And after the dreams began, Andy could no longer deny that her feelings for her unreachable boss were strong and deep. Everyday for 5 months, she tried her very best to please the silver-haired goddess. She worked endless hours, night and day, in order to make sure that she wouldn't disappoint her. Andy did everything she could to cast her feelings aside, and simply do her job. That is what Miranda needed.

So imagine her surprise when one evening after everyone had gone home, Miranda called her into her office. Andy still shuddered every time she thought about that encounter.

"Yes, Miranda?"

"Close the door, Andrea," Miranda commanded, not looking up from her work.

Trying not to let her nervousness show, Andy did as told, then waited with bated breath for Miranda to keep speaking. When blue eyes finally looked up into Andy's, the assistant's legs nearly bucked beneath her. Miranda's eyes were darker than usual, more piercing, gazing into Andy's for long moments.

"Sit down, Andrea."

Glad to be off her shaky legs, Andy almost rushed forward to sit on the chair, feeling completely clueless and lost as to what this could possibly be about. But then Miranda spoke, and Andy's breath caught in her throat, and time stopped as Andy processed Miranda's words.

"Have dinner with me."

Blue eyes patiently waited for Andy to compose herself as the young woman struggled to understand the situation.

"Sorry?" Andy finally managed to utter, eyes still wide in disbelief.

"Have dinner with me," Miranda calmly repeated herself.

Andy had no idea what the hell was going on. This had to be a dream, it couldn't possibly be real. Had she fallen asleep at her desk?

"Erm, why?" Andy cringed. Emily's voice hissing 'You never ask Miranda anything!' rang in her ears before she dismissed the nagging voice. Miranda had just asked her to dinner, and Andy was damn well going to ask her why.

"Is that not what people usually do when there is a mutual attraction between them?"

Andy's jaw dropped, and she felt herself going pale. Her heart was beating so hard in the confines of her chest, she was sure Miranda could hear it.

"Oh, yes," Miranda continued, noting the shocked expression of her employee, and yet retaining a look of calm and almost boredom about her. "I have noticed certain things, Andrea. I am not blind, after all. I've seen the way you look at me, and how hard you work that little head of yours in order to attend to my every need." Miranda leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the armrests and lacing her fingers together. She looked at the speechless brunette across from her before continuing, a predatory smirk adorning her lips. "Tell me, Andrea. Would you like to take your work further, and fulfil all my needs?"

The rest of that evening had been spent in a haze. Andy hadn't even been able to answer the question. Miranda dismissed her, telling her that she should stay at the townhouse after brining the book if she wished to take Miranda up on the offer of "fulfil all her needs". As she walked back to her desk on very shaky legs, Andy tried to pull herself together as much as she could. Maybe she was taking what Miranda had said out of context? Maybe she hadn't meant it in a sexual way? After Miranda left, Andy had spent the rest of the evening taking calming deep breaths, trying to focus and not jump to conclusion. It was perfectly possible that Miranda really hadn't meant anything by it.

Merely two hours later, Andy would have laughed at how ridiculous her mind had been for trying to dismiss the obvious. Especially when she found herself pressed up against the wall of the townhouse entrance by a very eager Miranda. Andy hadn't laughed though, because her lips were too busy exploring Miranda's. The only sounds she was able to make for the next two hours were gasps and moans and wails of pleasure.

So the months had passed, filled with hot, rough sex with Miranda. Andy was very pleased with that, because it turns out that the 'Snow Queen' wasn't icy at all. On the contrary, whenever they were together, Andy found that Miranda's skin was hot and smooth, burning with lust beneath her fingertips. It was very satisfying: it was unusual for a day to pass in which they didn't devour each other. It normally happened at Miranda's house when the twins were with their father, or at Andy's apartment. Although there were many occasions (many, many occasions) in which Andy would find herself bent over Miranda's desk at the office, or on her knees going down on Miranda while her boss sat on her regal chair. Those were Andy's favourite times, and it appeared they were Miranda's too, since it was at Runway where she had the best orgasms. They had done it in the closet too, and in Miranda's private bathroom, and in the kitchen on the outer office, and once they had even been about to go at it in the elevator. So yes, the sex was good. Very good. Andy never thought she could have so much pleasure from someone else's body, but Miranda did things to her that she couldn't really explain.

There was a problem, though, and it was starting to really get to Andy. She knew it shouldn't bother her, because, hell, she was having hot, sweaty, animalistic sex with Miranda Priestly almost on a daily basis. But there was an emptiness inside Andy that she could no longer ignore, and it was getting worse. Every time she had to put on her clothes and leave Miranda's house, or when she watched Miranda turn to leave Andy's apartment, or when she was dismissed from Miranda's office like she hadn't just been down on her knees giving the woman pleasure; every time any of those things happened, Andy could feel something in her chest constrict, and her stomach grew heavy, and suddenly all the pleasure of their wonderful encounters left Andy's body feeling tired and unfulfilled.

Andy often found herself daydreaming, wishing that she could take Miranda out to dinner and hold her hand across the table. She wished she could take Miranda dancing and hold her close as they swayed to the slow music. She wished that she could fall asleep in Miranda's arms after being together. She wished Miranda wouldn't treat her like an assistant every day, because it killed Andy to see Miranda in 'Dragon Lady' mode only hours after said lady had been holding onto Andy's body and crying out in pleasure. She wished they made love, instead of all the raw fucking they did. Most of all, she wished Miranda cared.

And that was the problem, right? Miranda didn't care, and she never would. Andy was there for one purpose and one purpose alone: to give Miranda the pleasure she needed. Andy guessed that, now that Stephen had moved out, and with the stress from the divorce proceedings and the press, Miranda needed a way to release tension or whatever. Andy really didn't know why Miranda was doing any of this, because Miranda could have anyone she wanted, and Andy didn't really feel worthy of Miranda, not really.

But, alas, we return to the main problem of this whole ordeal. No matter what Miranda did or her reasons for doing it, Andy could never refuse Miranda.

So even though Miranda was still technically married, and even though Andy would never be able to take Miranda to a romantic dinner and dancing, even though Andy would never fall asleep with the woman in her arms, even though Miranda didn't care, Andy would still do as Miranda wished, taking the scraps of anything she could get. Because Andy was afraid that the truth had finally caught up with her.

She was falling in love with Miranda Priestly.