Ok guys heres the next chappie is hasn't been beta-ed cos I litterally only wrote it a few hours ago so there may be a few mistakes for which i apologise for. I promised it tonight though and I try and update as often as I can.

I've typed it when i'm not feeling so great so I hope its ok...i've been very sleepy again cos my glandular fevers kicking up a fuss over this week...hopely a few more early nights will help :).

hope you enjoy, thanks for all you reviews and support

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Scarlett xxx

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The Game Begins

Miranda looked around, eyes gazing carefully over the shoulders of the crowd around her; meaningless conversation passing between the members. She had one ear on everything, not willing to be caught off guard, known for being attentive and knowing everyone within the room. Her dutiful assistants stood off to the side chatting, but her lover was no where to be seen. She scoured the room, fruitlessly searching. Andrea had been flashing in and out of her sight line all evening. A slash of red, pale skin, her throaty giggle always echoing out in the room somewhere just beyond her line of sight. It was driving Miranda insane, she'd feel her lovers hand trail over her back, dark curls tickle over her shoulder, but the moment she turned Andrea would have vanished.

It was teasing, the little pieces she was allowed to see. A moment ago she'd lost her train of thought, for the first time in history slipping on the conversation as she watched her lover lean over, the channel between her breasts exposed as she reached for her drink. Miranda would have assumed it was intentional, the perfect position for torture, if her Andrea wasn't so innocent. Sure she had a dirty side between the sheets, a thought which made Miranda tingle, but she wasn't calculating, at least that's what Miranda had believed.

She swallowed, forcing herself to focus on the conversation only to be distracted again, eyes darting over the male opposite her, seeing Andrea's shoes, trailing up the line of leg that was visible peaking through the red and silver strands of her dress. She watched her lovers hand snake down, eyes soaking up every inch as Andrea's palm glided over her calf before fumbling with her heel, adjusting the tiny strap over her ankle.

She felt flustered, her heartbeat increasing in speed as she eyed up her lover. She was irresistible in that dress, Miranda unable to forget the night they'd tried it on. Alone in the closet Miranda hadn't been able to help herself, following her instinct, and ultimate desire to have Andrea moaning under her hands. Anyone could have caught them that evening, the chances had been slim but there'd still be a possibility and yet her desire had wiped out any rational thought, forcing her to give in, to take what she wanted regardless of the consequences. Miranda never behaved like that, quite the contrary, she knew she was well know for her control, not giving an inch, everything calculated, all on her own terms.

Andrea was swiftly blowing that belief apart.

Her palms felt sweaty as she tore her eyes away, mouth dry, thoughts on her tongue, following the path Andrea's fingers had scored into her skin, licking her way up, slipping between Andrea's thighs. Her flavour was sweet and unique something Miranda could never get enough of, a moan rumbling in her throat. She coughed to cover it, hitching a vacant smile onto her face, summoning up some determination to push the haze away and focus on the conversation, no matter how much her body hummed for her lovers touch. She could resist this, be patient, and then when the evening was over pin her down and have her way. She just had to hold on for a few hours longer.

She needed some air, some space, a solitary moment just to clear her head. She drew in a shuddery breath, nodding once, before excusing herself from the conversation, ordering her assistants to remain where they were. She twirled in and out of the crowds, head held high, smiling at certain individuals as she passed, expressionless to the rest. Some people didn't warrant her attention, and even after Andrea had enhanced her softer side some things didn't change. Within these walls she was Miranda Priestly the icy dragon queen extraordinaire, and that was never going to change, even with her lover accidentally testing her resolve every way she turned.

She approached the bathroom, unconcerned if it was empty of not, knowing the crowds would soon file out when she entered, fleeing with their tails between there legs, not willing to be cut with her tongue. Only one would find that pleasurable, for an entirely different reason, and it was the one woman who'd been evading her all evening. Miranda didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad, knowing having her lover near would only force her resolve to crumble further, but maybe subtle touches and brief conversation might keep everything at bay until they were behind closed doors. Right now she felt staved of contract, body craving just a little piece of her lover to tide her over.

The bathroom resided just out of sight, draping, deep purple curtains shielding it from view. As Miranda slipped round them she didn't see a thin arm snaking out until it was too late, her cry muffled too quickly for her to even make a sound, smooth fingers sliding over her lips as she was tugged against someone, pulled behind the curtains, slipping from view. She didn't struggle, calm and controlled as always, nerves trickling through her veins, heightening her senses, alert for any indication who was holding her captive. The hand on her hip drifted lower, into an area they weren't welcome, and Miranda on instinct nipped at the soft palm pressed over her mouth. A gasp echoed in her ear, before a giggle bubbled out.

'I like you when you're feisty.' Andrea's voice danced over her skin, Miranda's nerves melting away only to be replaced with an alternate form of tension, heightened sexual arousal flaring, the need pumping through her moments ago rearing back up, heat searing into each inch of skin Andrea touched. She felt silken lips caress the line of her throat, head instinctually falling to the side, opening up, surrendering to Andrea's lips, her neck taught, a shiver shooting between her thighs as her lovers teeth scraped against the tender skin.

'I could mark you right here, make sure everyone knows your mine. Because you are Miranda every inch of you belongs to me.'

Miranda had never heard words of possession fall from Andrea's lips, fall from anyone's lips for that matter. She'd always been the dominating party, with her previous lovers always holding something back and now always demanding Andrea bow down to her every wish. Now the tables were turned, Andrea's body pressing against her back, words of ownership whispering out. And Miranda knew she was right, her whole body overwhelmed from her lovers touch, every wall folding in an instant the moment Andrea had spoken. She tingled at the thought, neck rolling as Andrea's tongue licking over the column of her throat before flicking under the shell of her ear, a sensitive spot, sending a moan of pleasure rumbling through the older woman.

Andrea giggled, 'You're mine Miranda, right from the top of your silver head.' A subtle kiss stroked over her temple, 'to the tip of you Prada heels.' A thigh nudged between her own, forcing them apart, hand on her hip slipping between her legs, the rough material of her dress grazing against her as she was thrust against Andrea's knee. Miranda gritted her teeth, trying to resist the sensation pulsing its way through her, aching. Andrea was seducing her, and she couldn't, Miranda was meant to be in attendance, one of the prominent figures of the evening, and here she was being ravished by her lover just out of sight of everyone within the room. If only they could see her now, almost whimpering from a simple touch, her ex-assistant holding so much power over her, making the ice queen melt in her hands. She couldn't. As much as she wanted to give in she had to refuse, Andrea couldn't have this power over her, she couldn't need someone so much everything else in her life shattered. She just had to resist for a few hours. Kiss Andrea and send her away, tell her she'd have to wait, keep everything on her terms. But the more Andrea touched her, the less her body listened, leg pressing so deliciously between her thighs, the pressure not enough, dulled by the material of their dresses, her hips bucked slightly, body needing more, while her mind fought against it, trying to ignore the pleasure thrumming between her thighs.

Andrea's hand slipped over her throat tilting her head back, 'Give in Miranda' I can sense you resistance, it won't work. Tonight is on my terms, I'm going to tease you until you crack, and when you do, and you will, I'm going to fuck you till you scream my name.'

Miranda's lips parted, breathing in deep, eyes squeezing tight shut at the image, knowing Andrea followed through on her promises. Suddenly she was whipped round, back colliding with the wall as moist lips slid over hers, tongue delving inside without asking for entrance, taking everything.

Miranda moaned, an overwhelming bolt of desire hammering through her consuming her in heat. She felt the strands of control falling limp from her fingers as she gave in, hands wrapping round her lovers waist only to be torn away and wrenched up, wrists held firmly against the wall either side of her head, Andrea's mouth overly demanding for once directing every inch of the kiss, taking what she wanted, exactly the way she wanted, and Miranda had no choice but to comply with the demands of her lovers lips.

Suddenly Andrea abandoned her, the cool air whipping in, circling the void between them as her lover vanished, fingers falling from her wrists. Miranda reached out automatically, craving more of her touch only to find the air around her empty. Her eyelids fluttered open, the buzzing of voices around her permeating the lusty haze as she remembered where she was, hidden from judging eyes by a thick layer of expensive material hanging from the ceiling. She swallowed eyes darting round, but knew on instinct Andrea wasn't there, the younger woman having darted away leaving her wanting, ever nerve tense and ready to be touched. Her mouth was dry, lips swollen from the force of the kisses. The flavour of Andrea's lipstick lingered, missed with an essence all her own, unique to her lover a flavour her body needed like another fix.

Andrea had given her just enough to keep her wanting, the fatal dose lingering just out of reach until she gave in, surrendered to her lovers demands. She brought her fingers up slipping over her pout, mouth seeming to tingle, stinging. She knew she must look a mess, everything kicking in, knowing she needed to move. She couldn't enter the throng like this; thankful the bathroom was barely a few inches away. She prayed no one was in there now, cowering in fear or not, she wished no one to see her in such a way, knowing Andrea would have mussed her up a little extra on purpose, her devilish side coming to the fore. Miranda would make her pay, her assumption, saying she would crack without question, making her stubborn streak flare up all the more determined not to fold under Andrea's demands. If her lover wanted her she'd have to come and get her she wouldn't come running.

She stepped into the bathroom, cautiously opening to door, ears straining for any noise indicating someone was present. Nothing. She breathed in a sigh of relief, clicking the door locked behind her, not wishing to have anyone walk in until she was sorted. She didn't care for peoples' complaints; they'd have to go elsewhere. She walked up to the mirror, eyes widening at her appearance, lipstick smudged shimmering past the lines of her lips, cheeks flushed tinged rosy pink a startling contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were shimmering, the blue darkening down, almost steely in colour, pupil dominating most of the eye even in the bright light of the bathroom. She looked drunk, the passion making her pant, breath hitting the glass slightly, steaming up little patches as she leant in and attempted to repair the picture of her face. Her assistants always held her bag, not wishing to carry something so heavy and clumsy with her everywhere, having to greet people was over complicated with that hanging off her arm. But she always kept the necessities on her hidden from view, a pouch buried beneath her dress, containing simple makeup products and her private mobile, never wishing to be without it encase the twins needed her and she was unattainable through her assistants for some reason. This way if it was urgent they had direct contact.

She stroked her fingers through her hair, neatening it out the best she could, each wave sliding smoothly into place, the silver shinning in the lights. It was tamed as much as she could manage, her fringe as unruly as ever, dropping over her left eye, ignoring any attempts to force it to the side. Andrea loved it, always running the wild strands through her fingers saying it was one of the only things brave enough to ignore her demands. It made Miranda smile, the younger woman's love for something so simple, ordering her to never change it. She slipped the light coloured lipstick over her lips a subtle tone, light pink, shimmery just adding a light tint to draw attention to such a feminine feature. Her eyes were ok, fingers flicking at the edges ensuring no mascara had escaped. The blush she could do nothing about, passing it off as make up rather than anything else, and hopefully it would die down once she got her emotions under control, and she would, her lover wouldn't win.

Holding her head high she eyed herself in the mirror, tilting her head to the side, neck slightly red from Andrea's teeth grazing over her skin, her necklace should shield that from view, and no one would guess its origin. She twisted; checking every inch, ensuring everything was in place, the image of perfection before she walked back out knowing every eye would be on her and not all kind and welcoming. Some people in this room were eyeing up the competition, waiting to watch her fall. Steeling herself she walked away, opening the door walking out. There was only a single person in the space between the bathroom and benefit. Their eyes immediately darted to the ground the moment they realised who it was within there presence, treating her like royalty as always. It wasn't something Miranda cared for, bowing down to kiss her shoes just because of who she was, the cowering only lowering her respect for such a person even further but she wasn't willing to change it. It had worked over all the years she'd been at runway, and it was the way it would remain for many years to come. Andrea had broken the rule the day of her interview, standing up to her, and they'd ended up together.

She smiled, blinking lightly as the chandeliers blinded her as she entered the ballroom. The chatter flew around her. But she wasn't interested in entering a conversation immediately; needing a drink, body still jolting, the waves of desire not yet abated. She grasped the stem of champagne glass on her way over to a seat, for once thankful she didn't have her assistants falling over her feet. She settled down, spine straight, head held high surveying the room around her, the gowns, which ones she liked, tones, materials, complimenting the curves, or causing a stunning contrast. Her nose wrinkled at the ones that were dated, eyeing them up with distain, seeing if anyone she knew was wearing such an item. She slowly looked around, lips quirking when her attention was caught, attracting the editor in her greatly, something individual and different, snagging her interest, demanding her eye, ones that hadn't been designed by anyone she was yet aware of; a new name on the scene. She'd get someone to enquire after certain articles, and hunt the designers down.

She was startled out of her perusal as the phone on her leg vibrated over her skin. She pushed down the little tickle of pleasure that flooded her body, the vibration making the inside of her thigh tingle. Andrea had helped her one with it earlier, kissing around the little band as she clipped it on, a garter belt designed specifically for such a purpose. Her eyes darted around ensuring no one was looking at her in a way that they were overly interested in her actions, and slipping her hand beneath the table she slipped the phone from its holder, scanning over the caller ID. She swallowed, as her eyes fell on the name.

Andrea was calling.

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