Mimsie Colville's East 65th Townhouse
Why couldn't Andy Sachs life be congruous? Just once. Run perfectly in sync. No destined to be hard.
Nate was here. Miranda was here.
For crying out loud Sachs. God help me now. Nate Cooper, her ex-boyfriend, the last person she ever wanted to see again.
''Andy what are you doing here?'' Nate Cooper's thick brows rose at his ex-Andy Sachs.
Nate did the last thing Andy expected. Pulled her into a crushing hug. How dare he? Went as still and stiff as an ironing board in his unexpected embrace.
''Long time tiger.''
Andy hated it when Nate her ex-boyfriend called her 'Tiger' or worse 'Andy boo.' Thanking her lucky stars he did not kiss her.
Grown his beard back in Boston.
Beard burn was not something she missed, when they'd moved to NYC, Andy had suggested no encouraged Nate to be clean shaven. Teased didn't she love fuzzy teddy bear kisses in bed? Despised his stubble, that and Nate's annoying habits of leaving the toilet seat up, and drinking out of a milk carton. Gross. One of her all-time favourites, Nate's original date night as a surprise to Andy took her to a Quentin Tarantino flick. Romantic not.
Andy liked ''True Romance'' but…
A step up from being given Nate's favourite sports team jersey on her birthday.
Miranda stilled.
Who was this person, groping and pawing Andrea like a hairy grizzly bear?
Scruffy and bearded and as hairy as a mountain man. Miranda's bright blue eyes narrowed at his hand on the small of Andrea's back. Her Andy's back. Silently promising one more palm sliding lower and he would be missing his hand and she would ruin him.
Saw the display of books with his picture on it. A chef. Read his name. Nate Cooper. Took a copy. His pilose face on the cover. A face, Miranda did not care for. Bushy unibrows. Likened this chef named Cooper to a Grizzly Adams in sandals who was teaching a cooking class of haute cuisine gourmet at Le Cordon Bleu. Not done.
What was Mimsie thinking bringing in this Neanderthal?
Miranda smirked should this class perhaps take up a collection for Gillette razors for Captain Caveman hash slinger.
Tied her apron with a snap. The Neanderthal knew Andy. Who was he to Andy?
Nate's pearly teeth formed into a smile at his Ex as if no bad blood between them. Andy knew that smile, Nate had plastered on his newly bearded face, and she'd lived with him long enough to know it was his cocky smug one. The shit eating one. The look at me, I made it you didn't Andy boo.
Andy noticed his cookbook, the shiny cover practically thrust into her ribs. Rubbing it in to her, see I'm a big shot. You're not on my arm. Nate was such a narcissist.
''How's your Mom? You're Dad Andy?''
Andy awkwardly mumbled. ''They're both fine. Nate let go of me.''
Miranda saw Nate Cooper drop his palm off Andrea's waist with something she said.
Good. Andrea Sachs was not his to touch.
Why was he asking about Andrea's parents? Why did this Caveman who wrote a mediocre book of pot luck recipes even know Andy's parents?
Miranda flipped through his average cookbook distractedly by this chef Nate Cooper leaning into Andrea. Her eyes narrowing like two blue tipped flames at him.
''Heard you were waitering.'' Nate smirked. ''Wow with you serving tables that must have been hazardously expensive for Alaire.''
''Tell me you're not attempting classes here, should I put the NY Fire Dept. on speed dial.'' Nate playfully bumped her shoulder blade.
''Andy boo you burnt spaghetti brown and that chicken casserole remember Lily found the fork you lost making it in the bottom of that dish.'' Nate condescended.
Shaking his mop of curls laughing at her. ''Remember when you made Doug that surprise birthday cake and hid it in the oven with it on broil. Melted wax candles anyone.''
Miranda listening, took exception. Was that digs at Andrea? Certainly sounded like it.
This Nate Cooper was rude and conceited to Andrea, putting her down left and right.
Miranda did not like that. Talking down to her like Andrea was silly and clumsy. Andrea was neither silly nor clumsy to Miranda.
Moving forward, Miranda Priestly would put this shaggy Wolfgang Puck wannabe in his place.
Nate misconstrued, Miranda holding his book. ''Here let me sign that, who should I make it out to.'' Pen poised ready to autograph her copy.
Miranda couldn't believe his arrogance. Chef Boyardee here was so full of himself it was amazing his inflated ego or head could even fit in this cooking school classroom. Andy's eyes rounded.
''Miranda Priestly.''
Nate smug grin fell, realising this was the Miranda. Andy's Miranda.
Andy looked at both of them, from her former boyfriend staring at Andy's former boss and Nate knew that Miranda was the same person who Andy was hopelessly in love with.
Nate knew how she felt about Miranda. Had pointed it out to Andy in the first place.
Nate Cooper stared. This was Miranda Priestly. Andy's one and only, the other person in his relationship. Who she'd chosen over him. A woman.
''Miranda Priestly. Nice to finally put a face to the reputation, behaviour and voice.'' Nate gave her a once over with his eyes sardonically.
Miranda's demeanour changed. What in the world was that supposed to mean?
Why was he daring to look down on her? Did he know who she was? His attitude towards her was in need of being readjusted.
Miranda Priestly had never been looked at like the way, Nate Cooper's did, and his eyes conveyed his honest opinion of Andy's bitchy boss was an anathema incarnate to him.
Most people Miranda met were predictably sycophantic and obsequious, truckling towards her, in awe or abject fear of her reputation, influence and power.
Nate Cooper looked scathingly at the ivory skinned, sliver haired icon of fashion who looked ethereal and elegant albeit her piercing blue eyes which were cold towards him.
Miranda Priestly was here. In front of Nate who really wanted to give her a piece of his mind. Ruined everything. Changed Andy into somebody else. Making Andy think like and be a carpet muncher and become blindly infatuated by this woman.
''We've never met before but you certainly were there in my relationship, 24/7 with day and night calls, running our Andy here ragged and crazy. I'm Nate by the way. Andy's ex. Miranda.''
Nate smirked at Miranda.
''I mean Miranda you have no idea how many times you came up when Andy and I were together, every waking moment, in fact you even caused our break up. Made me leave tiger here for Boston last October and I was instead going to ask Andy here to marry me till you got in the way.''
Andy knew Nate was sour and bitter. Trying to quiet Nate going at Miranda Priestly. Was he crazy?
Miranda was pursing her lips thinly.
Hint. Hint. Shut up now Nate. Andy had been trying to interrupt him. ''Nate don't.''
''My Andy here had a bit of crush on you. Infatuation if you will. For an old shrivelled bitch that you clearly are. She chose you over me. Her sick fantasy she wanted to try. Hope you lived up to it.''
Nate spoke harshly to Miranda. ''Just level with me La Priestly were you and Andy screwing when she was with me.''
Andy's vivid brown eyes warning Nate not to do this to her. Do not start this here. Especially with Miranda here.
Miranda looked non plussed.
Nate Cooper was Andrea's ex-boyfriend. The cook boy. Looking between them both blinking. Rendered speechless, Miranda was unsure what to do or say. Countless questions. They'd lived together she knew that from Nigel once mentioning it.
Almost engaged? Would Andrea have married him? Blissfully gone to Boston if he'd asked her to be his wife. Miranda cringed at the thought of Andrea and him wed in matrimony.
Deserved far better than average crass Nate Cooper. Did Andrea still love him? That question made Miranda's heart hurt.
Hearing Andrea was enamoured with her from her boyfriend was an unusual first. Implying they were sleeping together riled Miranda who was a consummate professional at Runway. Never crossed lines. Was not the other woman.
Would not deign a response to such a crude question of fry cook boy.
Trent & Dan and Katie and Sam were staring at the three of them keenly. Mainly at Nate, causing a commotion they didn't miss.
Grabbed Nate by the arm. ''Nate Cooper I need to talk to you right now.'' Andy proclaimed. ''Outside.''
Brushed past Miranda. ''I'll be right back.'' Stroked her arm reassuringly. ''I'll be fine.''
Nate did not miss the look they exchanged. Was never like that between them. Intimate and sensual like they belonged to each other. It was perverted. Miranda Priestly was older than Mr and Mrs Sachs.
Outside
''Gee Andy I had no idea you got off on geriatric silver haired grandmothers.'' Nate smirked.
''Nate. Don't talk about Mir like that to me.'' Rounded on by Andy who's normally carefree demeanour was instead very angry with him.
''Mir is it. You make me sick Andy.'' Nate's face scowled.
''What did that old bitch realise you'd be more than willing to warm her bed!''
Nate looked at Andy revolted. ''You certainly were always over eager being the great Miranda Priestly's little obedient leashed poodle, at her beck'n'call. ''
''Stay Andy. Sit Andy. Fetch Andy. Screw me Andy.''
Nate muttered. ''I don't have to guess who's the top and who's the bottom in your relationship. Your sick Andy becoming her Kiki plaything.''
''Nate first don't call someone who matters to me a bitch you sanctimonious bastard or me being Miranda's lap dog and what you just implied of Miranda and I. Nate Cooper you should be ashamed!''
Nate eyes widened in disbelief. '' Unbelievable! You're defending Miranda Priestly. Got it hard Macho Mary.''
''Andy come on, look at you…remember us… how good we were together.'' Nate's big eyes imploring hers. ''I've really missed you.''
Stepping closer to Andy put his hands on her shoulders, shrugging his hands off.
''I'm willing to forgive you for acting like an idiot over her.'' Nate mouth quirked playfully. ''Whatdya say Andy try us again.''
Unbelievable. Just like that, Nate wanted to come back. No fricking way.
''No.''
Andy shook her head firmly. ''I don't want to come back Nate.''
Nate blinked as if he was having difficulty understanding Andy. ''NO. What! Andy I'm offering to take you back.'' Starting to yell at her. Nate's large hands scratching his beard incredulous. ''Hey I'm being very understanding and more than accepting here considering how you...''
Cut Nate off. ''Considering how I what Nate? I never cheated on you ever. Not one time Nate.''
Nate snorted his response.
''Yeah you just became enraptured with the Ice Queen.'' Nate retorted.
''Nate I know you hate me now and I know you're in pain and that you think because of Miranda we started falling out of love. Blaming her in causing our break up but Nate you left me remember.''
''You and her it's disgusting and unnatural.'' Nate spat these words.
Caught Nate's arm. Steadying her breathing to calm down. Standing here in front of Nate on this East 65th sidewalk it was like she didn't know him anymore. It was like Andy was truly seeing what Nate was for the very first time.
Nate Cooper was a judgemental prick.
How had they been a couple? Could no longer recognise the same person who drove with her to the big city with big dreams of being a Master Chef and her his loyal girlfriend a future New York Times writer. They weren't the same people anymore.
Andy wasn't goofy poke fun at her all the time Nate's Andy boo who put up with it and didn't want to be Nate's not anymore.
''Nate I don't deserve the hatred your conveying. Nor does Miranda. Love chose her for me.'' Andy despite her anger rising spoke calmly her next words. ''Nate listen to me.'' Pushing at his chest.
''Nate I know you didn't deserve me, becoming inexplicitly in love with Miranda. Which I did. I'm not apologising. But don't you see Nate I couldn't stop it. Prevent it. I tried. Nate you know I tried not to be. I couldn't. I couldn't stop what slowly developed and erase how I felt for her. It happened.''
''Your Mom and Dad I'm sure would be ashamed. Do they know their sweet little wholesome Andy's a dyke.'' Nate meant that hurled nasty insult.
''My love for Mir isn't ugly or shameful Nate.''
Nate looked away revolted. ''Love.'' In all their time together both of them always avoided saying those three words to one another. Andy was able to say it so freely to that bitch. It wasn't fair.
''Andy, I don't even recognise you anymore. Throwing us away, was it worth it getting into The Ice Queen's panties.''
Andy glared at him. ''Nate Eldon Joshua Cooper you complete ass over tit jerkoff, you know me Nate. I'm still Andy. Just not you're Andy.'' Andy's furious eyes were piercing Nate's mad at him.
''No I don't just lust to be in Miranda Priestly's panties. I completely love her. Yeah Nate I love my vicious overbearing ex-boss because underneath all of that, inside she's more wonderful then I ever imagined. Miranda's sensitive and is kind, caring, and incredible. Mir deserves love and to be loved by me. You know nothing about her Nate. Nothing. Miranda is everything I want in someone. She's who I love.''
That felt wonderful to say it out loud. Just have to muster the courage to declare it to Miranda in person. Face to face.
''Andy why her? Why does she get you?'' Nate hoarsed out. ''Why did you never tell me you loved me?''
''Maybe Nate I never told you I loved you because…I wasn't meant to say it…why it could never come out of my mouth easily is I didn't love you''
Catching a silhouette of Miranda at the window watching. ''I'm sorry Nate, I'm so sorry I started not being there for you but you did the same to me and we just well became this…but you gave up on us too. Nate you left me with rent arrears. You have your life in Boston. I belong here. It's over. It was over long before Paris. We're over.''
''Goodbye Nate.''
Wiping tears on her sleeve. Andy walked away from Nate and inside.
Met Miranda's startled blue eyes. Andy took Miranda's hand. Kissed it.
''Are you all right?'' Miranda's concern shone in her eyes for Andrea. Seen them in conversation at the window watched.
Had to restrain herself from walking outside to be by Andrea's side when Nate Cooper looked like he was yelling at her.
Nate Cooper had made Andrea cry. That was it Miranda would savagely make sure Nate Cooper would be signing his next book at a Bargain Bin store.
Vowed to herself vindictively that she'd have Helena who reviewed books for Runway living section give Nate Cooper by far the worst review in August's issue along with Somers's Mahoney at New York Times Book Review compare it to Elmo teaches cooking.
Perhaps another of Miranda's old friend's a food critic at Gourmet could ruin 'cook boy' with one lousy review he'd be lucky to get a job flipping pancakes at an IHOP.
Be lucky when Miranda was satisfactory through shredding his culinary career if Cooper cooked with kids' Easy Bake Sets.
Peruse her contacts on Tuesday of who she knew at The Boston Globe. Nate Cooper would regret crossing Miranda tonight especially yelling at Andrea on the street. Upsetting her. How dare he? Rue it.
Old bitch. Bitch indeed.
''I will be better when we leave here.'' Saw it, in her icy blue eyes, was Miranda jealous? Of Nate and her. She was. Wow, Andy was flattered. Nate meant nothing to her now.
Undid her apron, Miranda conceded, did not want to be here any longer. ''Very well.''
Side by side both bid good night to Mimsie Colville and their cooking class friends. Weren't staying. Stepping outside onto the sidewalk.
''Andrea can I do anything for you? How can I fix this… Tell me what you need. I'll…did he do anything to upset or hurt you? Miranda asked concerned. ''He was yelling at you badly.'' Miranda sniffed appalled her eyes icy if he laid a hand on Andrea. She'd…
Seeing Andrea's eyes glistening with tears. Miranda said all of this waspishly. ''Please don't …don't cry…Andrea… he's most definitely not worth your precious tears.''
Tracing Andy's tear like a raindrop down the corner of her eye with the soft pads of her fingertips. Miranda didn't dare ask the one question she dreaded asking of Andrea was she still in love with him?
Andy leaned into Miranda's tapered fingertips that brushed away a few tears gently.
''It's not what you think Mir I don't love him. Never did. You know I could never just say it to him. Blurt it out freely. It's just Nate was so awful to me and once we weren't like that…We weren't… I use to fall asleep next to him but now it's like he's a stranger. Things he said made me think I never knew Nate at all.''
Miranda pressed her lips together sympathetic. Understood Andréa's confession. Elated inside. She didn't love Nate Cooper. Inwardly relieved she didn't love him.
Miranda softly began stroking Andrea's arm gently as she tried to hail a cab on this balmy night instead of calling Roy.
''No. I'm fine now. Really here lets walk.''
''Alright.'' Miranda sounded disappointed. Was tonight ending for them it was only 8:30pm. Broke till midnight promise.
Andy's eyes read Mir's let down face. Their night together wasn't over. This evening was still in its beginning. Nate's sudden appearance wasn't going to dampen or break plans.
''Come on. I still have one more place planned.''
Andy's Surprise Destination
''Where are we?'' Miranda asked out loud.
Hands covered her brilliant blue eyes, Andréa's voice against her earlobe. ''No peeking Priestly.'' Chided as she was guided somewhere.
Andy signalled to begin. Classical music began from the quartet of Andy's fellow waiters by day, musicians by night.
''Open them.'' Lifting her palms off Miranda's face.
''It's not 'The Secret Garden' but it is a garden. Few ever see it.'' Miranda and Andy took it in, it was perfect. Fairy lights strung along the Magnolias trees and walking to the Courtyard Garden, Andy smiled.
Her friend Doug's ex-partner Frederic who curated at The Frick Collection owed her a favour. A massive favour and Andy had kind of arranged a date with Nigel.
''Touring art but no interruptions with music including elusive Rachmaninoff.'' Miranda's smooth ivory cheekbones tinged pink. Mortified. The twins' recital time she recalled. She was horrid. No Beastly Priestly.
''Andrea when I was in Miami…I'm sorry so sorry for the way I was and the way I spoke to you when I got back. I took it out on you, all my frustration at missing Cass and Car recital performance and I shouldn't have... I was unfair to you especially since you tried so hard to fix it and… I need you to know that.''
Andy nodded accepting Miranda's apology. Holding out her hand. ''Apology accepted. Shall we.''
Miranda took Andrea's hand, clasped it lovingly. Andrea had remembered her talking about never having the time to enjoy the Frick Collection.
Only just mentioned it once. It seemed Andrea took in everything she said. Had thought art and classical music held no interest for Sachs?
Done this lovely gesture for her.
A hidden gem in the city Miranda had never seen. The Frick Collection was theirs tonight in private viewing for a few hours of interlude.
Walking together in the humid evening only a few blocks from Miranda's townhouse.
With Miranda's arm enveloped in hers. Pulled closer, Miranda was nestled against her.
Softly caressed by Andrea's words in the moonlight. "But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love…''first wooing with Chilean love poems and now Federico García Lorca words ''the hummingbird of love between your teeth.''
Miranda had once read the best aphrodisiacs are words and a woman's g spot was in her ears. Her Ex Husbands 'both were always crude, nauseatingly spoke vulgarly like both learned intimacy in bed from porn' when it came to loving her and having a night together.
Words like ''you're so hot Randy or feel how hard I am.'' Didn't really make Miranda feel valued in bed.
Sex with her ex Stephen should have come with mandatory earplugs, eye mask and a prescription of Valium or an Ambien.
Typically would bring her a bouquet of flowers always a few dozen red roses and have dinner together somewhere chic and unmemorable, in bartering for her to be the dessert.
Both Stephen and James before him, possessed not one romantic bone in their bodies. Not one gesture from Valentines to Anniversaries made The Dragon Lady swoon. Rudimentary.
Andy right now just wanted to love her. First love Miranda with her body. Andy realised as they strolled she needed no instruction or guide to do just that.
Mir and only Mir made Andy's heart beat then during or after making love she'd say those precious three words from her mouth. Tell Miranda how she feels. How she loves her.
Miranda's Townhouse
Turning the key. Andy followed Miranda inside.
Miranda recalled those words of the Pablo Neruda poem Andy wooed her with. ''I crave your mouth…'' Right now in this moment. Craved Andrea's mouth, her kisses and her.
''Completely dismantle me tonight Andréa.''
''Love me. Andrea.'' Guide me to what it's supposed to feel like and be.
Their bodies set on tremble, colliding mouths met. Languishing in each other's lips silken texture.
Andy's golden eyes prompted Miranda's vivid blue eyes to let her lead as she timidly caressed Andrea's skin. Stroking her new lover with her hands as if Andrea may dissipate. Steered Miranda, brought her up against the foyer's large mirror.
Unsure of where to begin. Never done this before. Made love. Yes she'd had sex before very unfulfilling unsatisfying sex with James and then Stephen. Lasted a record 7 to 24 minutes. Bland, stale and generic as oatmeal or rice pudding.
Not much to expect of either. Just get on with it. Usual monotonous ''oohs'' and obligated fake moans of ''oh god'' and one or two false '' harder.'' and rising in momentum feigned loud climax and then roll over to bed. Done. Finite. Thankfully over.
Stephen insisted he went to bed with an ice cube and James once retorted he didn't have all night to make her climax.
Miranda wanted tenderness, intensity and passion in bed.
Didn't want to be a disappointment to Andrea or a let-down in the bedroom. No pressure.
Stopped Miranda's hands. Had she done something wrong? Broke apart from their kiss suddenly.
''Wait no hands Mir. Not yet.'' Andy urged. ''First just feel my mouth. Close your eyes Mir.''
Andy bent down taking off her new season sling backs trailing fingers ran up Miranda's leg, slowly her lips contacted with hosiery, pressing her mouth along Miranda's calf, delicate and softly tracing up as Mir gasped at feeling the sensation of Andrea's intimate kisses over her stockings.
Eyes half lidded as Andy's breath tickled against her skin. Connecting her lips to nylon black hold ups ran butterfly kisses and a raking of teeth as Andy sucked behind Miranda's knee. Peeled down silkily and slowly by Andy's mouth.
Miranda's mouth parted breathless as Andy erotically began to kiss up her other leg. Lingering on Mir's inner thigh her mouth smooth and moist against her Sartorius.
Standing over Andrea, her eyes closed. It was the most erotic thing ever done to Miranda just feeling lips and Andrea's breath on her.
Moaning as Andrea's kissed her through her knitted dress, her stomach clenched as Andy trailed her mouth up under Mir's heartbeat then to her nipples through her dress and bra along her collarbone slowly up Miranda's neck.
Vigorously Andy's mouth began suckling the ivory throat pressed her lips to her pulse point. Meeting her jaw Andy's mouth raked along Miranda's chin as she grazed and nibbled it then back up ran her lips on Miranda's lower lip, pressing her mouth to Miranda's hard.
Letting out a whimper, french kissed by Andrea who sucked her tongue, tasting Andrea's tongue against hers, released desperately wanted to put her hands on Andrea. All over her. Caress her. Driving Miranda insane. Forbidden to. ''Please…I need to…let me touch…Oh…yes''
Teased. ''Patience is a virtue Priestly.'' Since when did Miranda beg breathlessly?
Andy pressed soft kisses to Miranda's closed eyelids. Her own reflection hazy in the mirror.
If she had days to make love to Miranda she'd spend one whole day giving long slow deep soft as silk wet kisses to her mouth.
Parting her legs as Andy lifted Miranda's unbelted dress over her head and shoulders. Clad in a black lacy bra and panties. Miranda's eyes were still shut. Andy didn't miss her holding her hand over her C section scar. Oh Mir nothing of you is ugly or imperfect.
Felt Andrea's hair brush her abdomen as she shivered at what was being kissed lovingly. Her scar. Andy's mouth ran along the v over her lace panties. Kissed through the delicate material.
Nipping up along her navel to her bra, kissed between her breasts then over her lacy covered tit which was tongued as Andrea pinched the other nipple, began running circles around the erect aureole rhythmically. Arching and moving against Andrea's hand, felt Andréa still clothed against her almost nakedness. Clothes needed to come off now. Miranda concluded impatiently.
Still up against the mirror, Andy plucked a rose from the bag on the nearby table, took its stem in her mouth, held in clenched teeth and ran its bud up and down Miranda's skin tantalizing, softly pressed to her. Felt a velvety sensation on her breastbone. ''What was that?'' silkily soft petals run up and down her.
Miranda moaned. Her tapered fingertips deftly held to the glass, yearned to touch Andrea, her bottom up against the mirror.
Told by Andy. ''Open your eyes.''
Blue eyes sought brown. Both panting as Miranda fingers ran across Andréa's lower lip, no more barriers parting them.
Husked out against Andrea who grinded and pressed into her lacy pelvis. ''Clothes Off.''
Andy shrugged her still damp jacket off her shoulders and slipped out of her shoes left strewn at the foot of the stairs.
Pulled upstairs Andy fumbled unbuttoning a shirt which fell somewhere along the first floor landing, happily discarded. Letting her slacks fall around her ankles, kicked away ended up tripping upwards on carpeted stairs falling atop each other on the second floor.
Still on top of Andy's lap. ''Andrea I don't want nor wish to visit the ER tonight with you lying in traction.'' Told Andrea in her no nonsense Editor's voice but blue eyes Andy read were bemused. Giggling.
Miranda Priestly giggled. Really giggled. It was adorable.
Leave it to you Sachs to almost break your neck before consummation coitus even begins.
Miranda unclasped her bra from behind as they collided mid kiss into a mahogany hall side table like magnets crashing together.
Toppled a vase and flowers in haste to reach Miranda's bedroom. Tangling hands that Andy fantasized about, into her chestnut tresses Miranda deepened their kiss, slickening Andrea's lower lip. Sucked and nibbled it, loved the taste of Andrea. Bit lightly slid her upper lip down Andy's mouth. Moving against one another like a dance that woke both their bodies afire with ache and lust.
Still in her white tank top and CK boys shorts gathered Mir to her, entered the third floor bedroom. Miranda's body was brought forcefully against her bedroom door with a fierce savage kiss from Andy making her blue eyes darken with want.
Andy began slowly peeling down Miranda's lacy panties. Naked. Stroking palms cupping her pert bottom kneading her.
Yanking down a barrier of fabric, her shorts fell revealing nude skin contacting Miranda's bareness. Andy's uncovered skin melded her warm pelvis to Miranda's satiny nakedness.
Sunk into her huge bed, weighing down the mattress, pulled off her tank top in front of Miranda.
Andy kind expressive eyes sparkled, drank in naked Miranda beneath her. Met Miranda skin to skin. Like joining Rokeby's Venus or Goya's The Nude Maja in bed.
Speaking in bodies as Andy mouth grazed tender kisses pleasuring Mir with her hands and tongue brushing caresses lovingly along her naked skin. Slowly sinking into pleasured blue eyes.
Grasped and clung to Andy as a shudder and quivering in rising orgasm, gripped to deeper as Miranda was climaxing. Andrea Sachs was now in her veins, burned into her as their slickened bodies thralled to one another and moving with each other against the bed.
Miranda Priestly once properly brought up as prim Miriam Princhek of Newham of an strict Orthodox Jewish family did not have steamy unadulterated sex with twenty something year old former assistant who brought her to orgasm for the first time ever.
Considering in 2 hours Miranda's soon to be ex-husband Stephen couldn't ever please her in bed and who was petulantly trying to contest in their divorce how he should be awarded millions because of her inflicting sexual consortium on their marriage bed and that's why he had to seek sex elsewhere. By wilful deprivation and neglect of wifely duties. The Judge throw that archaic nonsense out demanded Stephen's attorney advise him to sign and end this childish nonsense.
With a shift of the mattress, wrapped in a sheet, Miranda was making her way this morning to be more presentable, do her hair and makeup and slip back into bed with Andrea sleepily unaware curled with her face pressed to a fluffy pillow. Sprawled across, admiring Andrea's limber body. Exquisite. That was the reason she snuck out of bed, vanity yes Andrea Sachs went to bed with the illusion and legend Miranda Priestly was but didn't want her to be shocked when she woke up with an old woman.
Miranda was grabbed around the middle brought backwards into Andrea's lap, a kiss trailed down her nape.
''Good Morning.'' Andy husked…pressing another kiss on her throat's tendons. ''Where are you off to?''
Didn't want Andrea to see her frumpy in this unforgiving daylight. Miranda was lovingly held in between Andrea's forearms, yes in every way different minus anatomy to Stephen, leaner, narrower and more toned but no doubt Andrea would have the same reaction to the real Miranda and it would hurt her. Deeper.
''Wow you look luminous.'' Miranda face read disbelief and uncertainty as Andy's mouth curved. Nuzzling her.
''Pray tell Ms Priestly what is your secret?''
Mimicking Mir's voice. ''Well I don't want to brag but it's having a bed breaking keep sheets warm lover named Andy.''
''Don't.''
Andy looked confused. ''Don't what Mir.''
Miranda eyes held Andrea. ''Pretend. You desire this.'' Indicating her unpainted face.
Reading Mir didn't believe her. Have to prove it.
''Miranda Priestly you are the most exasperating woman I have ever been in bed with. In fact you're the only woman I've ever been in bed with. Well I'm just going to have to tell you why I desire you.'' Unwrapping the sheet, letting it drop to the floor, pooling, Andy's brown eyes shimmering pleased.
''I love how I can read your eyes and how we do this not looking away thing, there that's it and I feel this spark that pulls me to you and yes I desire your body which is magnificent but this is just as attractive to me. This I desire most of all.''
Bent her head of rich chestnut brown tresses and kissed Mir's heartbeat.
Miranda stared at Andrea long and hard. Meant them, truly.
Guiding Mir's palm as she saw Andréa's upside down black triangle on her right inner bicep and the other one not where she expected on her body.
Imagined other places. Andrea Sachs you little…
Her bare breasts pressed shyly against Andy as she saw the tattoo Andrea had boasted about being inked with. Under Andy's heart on her upper rib. Her long manicured finger trailed the words. Reading them. Calligraphy swirled along her ribcage fluted. What did the words mean exactly?
Pressing her soft velvety lips to them and to Andrea's heartbeat. Felt Andy's heartbeat, pulsing and throbbing under Miranda's kiss. Licked each word slowly. Tip of her tongue sheened and satiny against Andy. Her strand of silvery forelock tickled her rib.
''Your hearts racing. Andréa.''
Andy took her wrist to hers, pressed to Miranda's. ''That's you and me, you're the only person Mir who makes my heart race.''
''What do these words mean?'' Traced them on Andy's skin, her nails raked across Andy's rib.
Andy quirked a brow, answering Mir. ''My symbiote's pulse is written in my hearts blood.''
''Am I written in your hearts blood and pulse. It's quite Goth'' Miranda queried quietly.
Andy eased gently against her. ''It's Gaelic, Mir and yes you are. Moi chuisle mo chroi.'' Silenced with a kiss. ''Permission Priestly to make you cry my name out again.''
Miranda nodded. ''Granted Andrea.''
Cooing of doves disturbed them, Miranda reclined using Andrea as her pillow entwined into each other. ''I think we traumatized the doves.''
Snorted into Andy's shoulder blade which Miranda kissed. ''They do mate for life.''
Andy grinned her hair covering her face. ''Guess we'll have to give this mate for life a try. I'm more than willing and up for it.''
Doing laundry with Sachs was fruitless. Miranda chided wrapped in a silky robe, Andrea's clothes were scattered from last night on the floor.
Isabella's day off so thankfully would not see Andrea running her knuckles down Miranda's spine as well as caressing her curves through the silk fabric as Mir was adding detergent to the load.
''Miranda Priestly domesticated Page Six horrified.'' Andy teased. Offered to go get todays papers.
Miranda watched Andrea saunter away in her shorts and ribbed tank top to the front door since Miranda had them delivered, leaving Mir who began cleaning out pockets of Sachs shirt. Did Andrea ever throw out anything?
Transit stub and a few faded receipts and a folded paper.
Unfolded it. Found it, Irving Ravitz cheque. Miranda's eyes scanned the amount.
Irv Ravitz had promised a fortune to Andrea Sachs to do what exactly? Seduce and screw The Dragon Lady. She'd succeeded. Miranda had hoped it had meant more than just sex.
In a moment she'd know the truth from Andrea.