Hello y'all! Here's the 9th chapter of my first continuing story. There'll be one chapter more after this one (that makes overall 10).

Again, I'm still learning to write fics and this is sort of my "training story" if you could say that.

Please leave me some comments and let me know what you think! The ones you've already left me (that I thank you for) leave me so encouraged. Oh, and huge thank you to all of you following my story. It means so, so much.

So, without any further due, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding The Devil Wears Prada, the book or the movie. I also naturally do not own anything when it comes to the magical book called A Moveable Feast.

Pairing: MirAndy (Miranda/Andy - The Devil Wears Prada)

Andy woke up to someone staring at her, or at least she thought she did. The staring she got felt so strong and intense that she was sure it was the cause of her sudden waking.

"Mmh..." she groaned and snuggled further into her companion, stretching her hand over Miranda's waist.

"Good morning, darling," Miranda said. Andy could hear she was smiling.

"Well good morning to yourself..." Andy whispered with a voice a little hoarse since she had just woken up. She opened her eyes slowly and leaned in for a kiss, "There can't be a better way of waking up than this right here."

Miranda let out a deep, low chuckle that made Andy's belly twitch in a delightful way. She smiled and nuzzled into Miranda's neck, peppering little kisses on the exposed skin. Miranda let out a soft sigh, "Andrea... Uh, you're spoiling me."

"Mm... Only loving you," Andrea said, still whispering and dropping the little kisses on Miranda's now arched neck. Miranda grabbed Andrea by the neck, moving her head so she could capture her lover's lips. She smiled against them. Andy smiled back.

In the middle of their heated kissing, Andy suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

"Oh... It's 4:30," Miranda stated as if it was nothing and just continued kissing. Andy halted and grabbed Miranda's face.

"What? Are you telling me that it's 4 effing 30 in the morning?!" Andy asked, appalled. Miranda's face got plastered with a wicked grin.

"Yes, why?" Miranda asked, trying to seem innocent, keeping a laugh at bay.

"Isn't it enough that I need to wake up at your call and beck in the weekdays? It's freaking Sunday!" Andy said but sarcastically enough that Miranda understood she was only kidding. The laugh Miranda was keeping got out and she swatted Andy playfully on the shoulder.

"My, my... Aren't you a sassy one?" Miranda said, "I thought you liked to be at my beck and call," she continued smugly.

"It depends on the beck. Or the call," Andy grinned.

Miranda smiled and softly pecked Andy on the lips when she suddenly heard a grumble from the belly of her companion, "you don't happen to be hungry?" she asked.

"I'm always hungry, Miranda," Andy smirked, "but I guess you already knew that... How about you?"

"In a matter of fact I am. What do you say if I make us something to snack on?" Miranda asked.

"I'd love that."

"Very well," Miranda quipped and gave Andy a final kiss before getting out of bed and donning on an oversized t-shirt Andy had left laying around.

"Could you just be naked like, all the time?" Andy asked while watching Miranda's naked behind. The editor just put more swing to her hips.


There wasn't much in Andy's kitchen but Miranda was Miranda which meant she was able to work her magic with even little. Luckily Andrea had gone to the grocery store on Friday to stack up for the weekend so she could truly enjoy her free time. Had she known just how much she would enjoy it...

Miranda decided on croque monsieur, her simple pleasure and specialty. She found toast, cheese and ham but she still had to make the béchamel sauce, which she intended to simplify a bit - her lover was hungry after all. Luckily there was butter, milk, flour, cheese and some spices that would do. She was also happy to see Andrea had some good mustard in her fridge.

When the sauce was ready she put the sandwiches together, even putting some effort on the presentation. She felt so giddy and content but also a little guilty because she truly was happy that the twins were at their father's at the moment. She so loved the time she had with Andrea.

She put the sandwiches on some nice plates she found from the cupboards, setting them on the tray that was laying on the counter. She also took out a set of glasses and filled them with some apple juice. "Organic," she mused. She really loved the fact that Andrea was a responsible one. With a small smile on her face she added napkins on the tray and sauntered towards the bedroom.


"Hey, beautiful," Andy greeted while pushing herself up a bit from the mattress, "that looks freaking delicious!" she added, licking her lips.

"So do you," Miranda said, mischief in her eyes. She set the tray on the night stand and crawled back to bed, then taking the tray into her arms again. Andy leaned on Miranda's shoulder.

"It feels so weird being up so early... I also sort of love it. Being up with you when the city is still sleeping. Or well, if New York ever sleeps," Andy mused out loud.

Miranda hummed while Andy dug into her sandwich.

"Miranda... I don't think I've ever eaten a sandwich this amazing," Andy mumbled, her mouth half full of food. Miranda just chuckled.

"Take a bite!" Andy said and pushed the sandwich in front of Miranda, who did take a small bite.

"Quite acceptable," said Miranda in her very Miranda-like way. In reality, she was very proud of herself, being able to put that together in Andy's humble kitchen with the simple ingredients.

Thinking of humble, Miranda started to look around her. She loved it in Andrea's apartment. Some might consider that surprising but in a way it was logical and understandable. Miranda lived her life in a prestigious way in her big townhouse. She had servants and things ready for her - not that she didn't do anything by herself. She kept herself grounded with the little things like making breakfast for the girls or making her and the twins' beds in the morning. Sometimes on the weekends she would give the housekeeping and Cara a break, just to have a normal time with her children. It gave her perspective and reminded her from her roots - Miranda wasn't always as rich as she was now.

"Is something wrong?" Andy asked, a little apprehensive. She was worried Miranda was looking down on her modest apartment. She herself loved it as it was and was hoping Miranda would love it, too. It was nothing like Miranda's amazing townhouse but it was perfect for Andy. She could also see her and Miranda spending more time there, together.

After breaking up with Nate Andy had decided she would get a new place. She couldn't bare the thought of Nate in her head all the time. Not that she missed him, it was just that everything about that apartment reminded her of him. Now she had a wonderful place that looked just like her. It only had one bedroom, a kitchen and a living room but she was pretty sure she had done her best with all the space.

"No, not at all. I was just thinking how much I love being here," Miranda answered and smiled.

"You do?" Andy asked incredulously. Even though she could see Miranda in her little apartment, she even thought Miranda fit in there just well, she couldn't believe her ears when it came from Miranda herself.

"Yes, Andrea. I really do. I wasn't always wealthy, you know?" Miranda said smiling, not a trace of venom in her voice.

Andrea knew. Miranda picked up her sandwich and they ate them in a nice silence while the sun got up.

After finishing their food, Miranda picked up the book on Andy's night stand, replacing it with the tray full of empty dishes.

"So... Hemingway," Miranda said, making her sentence really neither a question nor a statement.

"Yes. This must be the third time I'm reading that book," Andy said with a little shame on her face, her cheeks turning pink.

"Third time? What makes you so enchanted by this particular piece of literature?" Miranda asked, not letting her surprise show. Her and Andrea might have even more in common than she could have imagined.

"I... Paris, it has always been a dream of mine," Andy said while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "also, the 20's... I've always felt like I belonged to a different time, ever since I was a child. I feel at home in that book. I also admire Hemingway hugely as a writer."

Miranda hummed and nodded in agreement. Andy didn't say another word for a while, so Miranda browsed the book before settling on a page.

"I thought that all generations were lost by something," she drawled in the way that Andy loved, "and always had been and always would be..." she quoted from the book Andy loved. The younger woman thought she'd gone to heaven.

"Is that how you feel?" Miranda asked the woman who was tightly snuggled to her shoulder, looking at her.

"In a way, yes. My whole life, with everybody, I've felt like I didn't belong in the way the others did. I was interested in different things, I never liked to fool around the way the others did,... Was it any kind of relationship, I wouldn't get into it the way the other one did. Sure, I have good friends but no one in my life has never gotten inside my soul..." Like you do.

"Not even with the cook of yours?" Miranda regretted her words immediately. Not a good thing to bring up the ex in the bed. Luckily Andy didn't get mad.

"God, no," she laughed mirthlessly, "Nate was nothing but someone who I thought would be the one. She could never fill the my needs - not emotionally or really even physically."

Miranda put down the book, nodding, "I see... The real question is, how do you feel now?"

Andy gently took Miranda by her chin, moving her head her way so she could look her in the eyes, "I feel amazing, Miranda. I feel like I'm finally whole. With you, I feel like it's meant to be. I don't care if it's too early to say things like this because I feel like we've been together for a lifetime. In my mind I've been with you for an eternity. I love you, Miranda, in a way I have never loved."

"And I love you, Andrea. I love you so dearly and I feel exactly the same way..." Miranda confessed and kissed Andy on the lips.

"Would you mind showing me your books and records?" Miranda suddenly asked curiously.

"I would love to," Andy said, happier than ever.