Title: Like You Do (4 / ?)
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Eventual Miranda/Andy
Rating: I don't know, there's swearing. T for now.
A/N
Andy woke up again to the unwelcome sound of her alarm. In under an hour she was dressed and ready to face the Dragon, the beautiful dragon, with the most intriguing eyes. Refusing to let her thoughts go off on a tangent, she climbed into the Mercedes waiting outside her apartment block.
"Hi Roy, same place." The driver, Roy, nodded and drove off without a word. The car had picked her up for work everyday under Miranda's instructions, something about wanting Andy to get into work earlier to avoid being delayed on the 'unpredictable public transport'. So, for the past month or so, Roy had picked her up and taken her to work before returning to chauffeur Miranda. The car always smelt of Miranda, her perfume invaded her senses even when Miranda wasn't there. Andy almost drifted off, she needed the sleep as it was, but the car had come to a standstill in front of Elias-Clarke and Andy got out onto the busy sidewalk.
The offices weren't empty, as they should be for so early in a morning, Andy suspected many of the people were here far earlier than they let on, preparing as much as they could for the coming storm, Hurricane Miranda. Andy wondered if she would consider it slander if a weather expert named the next hurricane to arrive 'Miranda'. Andy chuckled as her phone beeped for attention and Emily walked in with a smug look on her face and her.
Sender: Roy
Dragon out of cave, good mood today. Watch out.
Andy loved the code he talked in, at least she was in a good mood, it might make my job easier today.
"What're you smiling at?"
"Roy text me, Miranda's in a good mood today." Emily's face fell in an instant. "What's up, Em?"
"Oh God, oh God, tell everyone!" Emily ran out of the office as fast as her designer heels could carry her, then she reappeared deeming it more sensible to call people. Punching a few numbers she drew a three way call. "Nigel, Serena, it's me, she's in a good mood today, warn everyone."
"I don't see what the panic is for." Andy was very confused, usually, when somebody was in a good mood, they were much easier to handle. Then she reconsidered, Miranda was no somebody.
"Andy, listen to me, the last time Miranda was in a good mood, she had made Irv's wife cry, fired half of the beauty department, we were then 4 days behind for a shoot in Miami, and she blamed the rest of her staff for their incompetence, she's done something or planning to do something, and we're going to have to deal with the repercussions. At least if we warn people, they might be more prepared for when something does happen." Andy panicked, Starbucks, she thought before rushing out of the office.
Running across the foyer of Elias Clarke, Andy text Roy and asked him for a time frame, he text back quickly letting her know they were held up in traffic, she then placed an order at Starbucks and ran to collect it. The streets were busy and there was a huge queue, but a barrister met her at the door and handed her a scalding hot coffee cup. Thank God he knows who I work for. Andy dashed back across the road, she thought she'd made it to the office before Miranda, she hadn't. She saw a certain white haired wonder already sat in her office. Oh no.
"Andrea." Me, right, she means me.Andy proceeded with caution as she entered the office and placed the Starbucks cup on Miranda's desk. "I hope it's adequate Andrea, you know I like things hot." Andy was unable to form a coherent sentence so she backed out of the office and smiled.
Miranda took the cup from her desk and took a sip. The liquid travelled down a familiar path and she felt a sense of satisfaction, her eyes never leaving the delicious reflection in her office door. She knew exactly where she's placed the emphasis, and she did it with a reason. She had to test Andrea's reaction, to see it for herself. The girl had lost all form of speech before retreating back to the safety of her desk. Andrea's perfume still hung around the office, it was subtle and flowery, quite suitable. Miranda savoured the scent until it had faded away, as she did every morning riding to work. She had an ulterior motive for sending Roy to fetch Andrea each morning, she wanted to feel Andrea close to her, the seat was always warm when she got in and Andrea's perfume still hung in the air. Miranda's sensitive nose sought it out like it was the elixir of life itself.
She spun slowly in her chair to face the New York skyline, hours had passed and there wasn't one that had gone by without thoughts of Andrea taking over her mind. She thought about the expanse of pale flesh her eyes feasted upon when she entered the Closet. The sky was growing darker, and the lights of New York grew brighter. New York was magnificent at night.
Miranda decided she would make a move on Andrea, like a fox hunting out it's prey. The rustling of papers in the office outside her own reminded her of Andrea's presence, she was waiting for the book, she did not turn around. Andrea delivered the book each night, and Miranda was going to use this to her advantage, tomorrow night as she was dropping off the book, Miranda would call the girl back into her house and talk to her. Talking, Miranda snorted quietly, that hadn't got her very far in the past, but it was the only course of action Andrea would be more likely to respond to. For maximum effect, she'd dim the lights, open some wine and the girls would stay at their father's for the night. Miranda smiled. What she'd really prefer to do was to grab Andrea by the wrist, whirl her round and kiss her on those delightfully full lips.
Lost in her fantasies, Miranda realised there was one flaw in her plan. Boyfriend. Surely a beautiful woman such as Andrea must have a partner of some sort. Miranda tapped her index finger on her chin, she might not respond in the way Miranda wanted if she was already spoken for. Miranda shuddered at the thought of anybody but herself touching Andrea. Then again, what would Andrea want with a middle aged ice queen with twin girls? These thoughts greatly disturbed her, her confidence vanished as she was filled with doubts. It was often said she turned the head of anybody, gay or straight, but what use was this if she couldn't turn the head of the woman she wanted the most? The woman she loved.
Little did Miranda know, that woman was sat at her desk equally consumed by thoughts of Miranda. A ping indicated another message had appeared in her inbox.
Six,
Reminding you about drinks tomorrow night. I'll get you when you've delivered the book.
N.
Still signing off with 'N', she kept forgetting to find out why. Midlife crisis, is he even old enough? Andy would ask him too if she wasn't so sure he's deny everything and say he's twenty five. He was like a woman, sensitive about his age, worrying what will flatter his figure, debating the pros and cons of plastic surgery. Emily and Andy had talked him out of that one, it had taken a few weeks - and that article about it in last month's issue didn't help.
Waiting for the book was one of the more relaxing aspects of her job, it wasn't as hectic and it gave her a break from the Gucci heels, she loved them, but the break was welcoming. Emily was quite smug today, Andy tried wiping the smile of her face by telling her Hermes had burned down, it worked for a tiny moment, until Emily noticed the grin that had taken over Andy's face and the smug smile returned.
"Andrea?" Andy heard her name being called again, only Mirada ever called her Andrea. "Andrea, your barefoot." Andy looked at her stocking clad feet and went to retrieve her shoes from underneath her desk before Miranda stopped her. "That won't be necessary, after all, it's very late. Which is why I'll wait for the book myself. You should probably be getting back, your boyfriend will be waiting I presume?" Andrea looked confused and shook her head.
"There's, uh, nobody." Miranda maintained her poker face.
"That is unfortunate. Quite surprising I might add," Miranda walked over to Andrea, she put two fingers under he chin and lifted her head. Andrea savoured her touch, she was also surprised, she'd never been this close to Miranda before, she'd highly recommend it too. Her eyes flickered ever so slightly, as she fought the overwhelming urge to kiss Miranda. "that is surprising indeed, after all, your quite fetching." She'd heard those words before, Miranda removed her fingers from her face, she mourned the loss of contact but she didn't show it. Miranda perched on her desk and crossed her ankles. Andy discreetly looked at Miranda's legs, the black skirt emphasised her figure and the powder blue shirt brought out her magnificent eyes. "However, this will be the second time I've let you go early in two days, so, you will deliver the book as usual tomorrow night and you will make up the time, how and when I wish. Understood?" Andy felt Miranda's eyes burn into her, Andy became mute once again and simply nodded in understanding.
Miranda's smile became almost predatory as she watched Andrea leave the office, watching her hips sway on the short walk out. Miranda rung Roy to tell him to take Andrea home, hopefully the book would be done soon and her perfume would still be lingering in the car for Miranda. Her Andrea, yes, that sounded very nice. Her Andrea.
