A/N: This one is going out with a massive shout out to Callie-G over on FFNet for providing the prompt.
Summary: Years after the events in Paris, Miranda finds one of her darling Bobbsey's remained in touch with the assistant that got away, Andréa (Call me Andy) Sachs. What will happen when the editor comes face to face with her past? Will she still see a lot of herself in the brunette?
Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling around with these characters. I do not make any money them because Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.
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Andy woke up anchored down by none other than one Miranda Priestly. It seemed that although she had fallen asleep snuggling into the woman and half sprawled over her, they had somehow reversed positions while they slept. Miranda was in her arms, her leg thrown casually over her hip, her arm wrapped around her waist, as if not wishing to let her go, just in case she disappeared in the night.
Andy knew she would never leave. Seriously, there was no place she'd rather be, except perhaps the bathroom, right now. Her bladder made itself felt and she squirmed uncomfortably. Miranda's sleepy voice caught her attention as the older woman shifted. "Go do what you need, but ensure you come back to me."
Andy looked down at the woman and saw her soft smile. "Yes, Miranda." She grinned cheekily.
Scooting from the cocoon of warmth, Andy shivered as she stepped quickly to the bathroom. Taking her time to do what she needed before washing her hands. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her hair was ridiculous and ran a brush through it in an attempt to tame the beast that was her thick, often curly mane. Sighing, she realised her attempts were futile.
Shaking her head, she moved quickly from the bathroom, dragging her robe off the hook on the back of the door and shrugging it over her naked frame as she stalked to the kitchen. Moving efficiently, she set the coffee maker up, and within minutes was carrying two steaming mugs back towards her bedroom.
She found Miranda sat against the headboard, pillows behind her back, propping her up as she tapped emails or messages on her cell. Raising her eyes, she smiled at Andy.
The younger woman believed it was the fact that she was carrying the liquid elixir Miranda needed that caused pleasure the spark in those often cold, blue eyes, but as she placed the coffee down on the bedside table, Miranda reached for her, rather than the mug, pulling her bodily down on top of her.
"You have been gone an age, my darling," Miranda whispered teasingly. "I have rearranged my morning. I thought we could pick up Ethan and have breakfast at Black Seed Bagels." Her smile broadened. "Or there's Sadelle's or perhaps Viand?" Miranda's eyebrow rose.
"Mm, yum." Andy grinned as she attempted to ease herself off Miranda to lay at her side but Miranda kept a firm grip. She looked down into Miranda's hooded eyes. "Your coffee will be getting cold." She smirked.
"I don't care." Miranda groaned as she shifted and Andy's thigh fell between hers. "Don't move." She husked, rocking against Andy's thigh gently. "Oh, my darling." Miranda's breathy moan ignited Andy's desire. Shifting, she was surprised to find herself held firmly in place. "Don't move." Miranda chided breathlessly.
Andy whimpered, wishing she could actively participate in Miranda's pleasure. "Please, Miranda." The low whine had Miranda catching her eyes and cupping her face, she brought their mouths together in a heated kiss. She could feel her own desire coating her inner thighs and was certain Miranda would feel it too.
Each slow grinding motion against her sent tingles of pleasure down her spine. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. Slipping a hand between them, Miranda pushed the robe apart and pressed her palm against her. Their tongues entwined, as they french kissed languidly. Miranda took used her free hand to grab Andy's, guiding it between her thighs.
Andy understood exactly what Miranda wanted her to do. Her finger slid between her lips and pressed firmly against Miranda's clit as the editor mirrored her movements. Andy wanted to come, but more than that, she wanted Miranda to climax even more. She was desperate for Miranda to let her in as her desire coated her fingers. She could feel her own heartbeat thundering in her ears as her breathing turned erratic.
The little moans and whimpers leaving Miranda's throat just increased her own aching need and as she climaxed, quietly, chanting Andy's name breathlessly, Andy found her own body responding, succumbing to wave after wave of pleasure as two of Miranda's fingers entered her. She felt the overwhelming waves of release a climax always provided but Miranda clearly wasn't finished with her.
Turning them until she hovered over Andy, Miranda moved lower and her warm hands swept over the top of her thighs, pushing the robe away fully. The cool air of the room had goosebumps covering every inch of her skin as Miranda's lips trailed up the inside of her knees and thighs until she reached her dripping core. Andy had never felt so aroused as she did at that moment.
Miranda's warm mouth connecting with her had Andy gasping as she hummed against her before her tongue dipped leisurely against her straining clit. Miranda lifted her legs and placed them over her narrow shoulders, seeking further contact between Andy's tense thighs. Fighting for air, Andy knew her hunger for this woman may never be assuaged, she was insatiable. She couldn't remember a time where she had come more than once, not even when she touched herself, and yet here was this woman pushing her easily towards another intense orgasm, She was ready to ride the cresting wave of her second orgasm as it built within her.
When it finally broke, the climax was nothing like she'd ever experienced. It felt like she was encountering unending pleasure and she was suddenly fearful this was just a dream and that Miranda would be gone when she woke. Unable to stop it, tears formed in her eyes and a sob tore from her throat.
Miranda stopped and looked up from between Andy's thighs, her eyes expressing concern as she fought her uncontrollable tears, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the overwhelming emotions. Miranda moved up, her arms wrapping around Andy and holding her carefully. She pulled Andy in for a gentle kiss, trying to offer reassurance with the gentle touch.
Andy fought to calm herself, watching as Miranda's eyes seemed to shift colour as the light in the room from the coming day moved. Her eyes hold admiration and concern as she shifted to a position beside her so they faced each other, pulling the comforter back over them. Miranda brushed an errant curl from her eyes. "You know, I also feel vastly overwhelmed by this, although I struggle to demonstrate it so freely."
Andy hiccupped. "I'm sorry."
Miranda pulled her close so they were pressed close as they could, her hand running up and down Andy's back soothingly. They fit together almost perfectly, like the exact pieces of a complex jigsaw puzzle. The warmth of the intimate embrace offered Andy comfort. "Hush now. No apologies, my lovely Andréa. Never apologise for showing me the beauty in your heart." Miranda brushed a light kiss over her pouting lips. "You look and sound simply exquisite when you climax." She breathed. "I want to eternally be the cause of them."
Andy blushed furiously causing Miranda to smirk and scoot closer and moved sensuously against her, allowing Andy's supple thigh to meet her pubic bone. She could feel Miranda trembling against her and couldn't help but turn them so she was hovering over the older woman, her thigh pressed against her. It was such an intimate way of loving someone without the need for penetration.
Miranda grabbed her ass, digging her fingers into info the soft flesh to urge her on. Andy ground down faster and harder, trying to give Miranda what she needed until Miranda arched her back, a low whine the proof of her climax as Andy gave one last powerful thrust and came for the third time, shuddering against the editor. The bliss she experienced as Miranda continued to quiver against her was immense and she never wanted the moment to end.
"I love you," Miranda whispered.
Andy said nothing, simply holding Miranda tightly and allowing the waves of contentment to cause her to fall into a light sleep.
Close to 8 am Andy woke with a start. She could hear the tinkling of the piano coming from her living room. Looking around, she could not see her robe anywhere and her smile widened. She knew she would find Miranda wearing the royal blue terrycloth robe, Padding naked into the living room, she leaned against the doorjamb and watched as Miranda bent over the small piano, her fingers trailing over the keys gracefully.
She easily recognised the piece as Debussy's Clair de Lune and marvelled at the strength of the melody, knowing the seemingly simple piece needed maturity and a level of piano skill that many people just didn't possess. She gasped as Miranda moved swiftly into the complicated chords and swift arpeggios within the middle of the song smoothly. Her head popped up as she spoke. "I learnt to play this as a child. My maternal grandmother was a concert pianist in Vienna, however, the war happened and she and my grandfather had to flee to the UK."
"My grandma was simply a music aficionado," Andy stated. "She was in no way a professional, but she taught me to play the piano." Andy stepped closer and Miranda inched to the side to let her sit at the stool beside her. "Izzy has no musical inclination and I've been trying to teach E.J but some days it seems I fight a losing battle, although he likes to bang the keys and make loud noises. Luckily I have good neighbours."
Miranda snorted as her fingers trailed over the keys, finishing the classical song with ease. "I heard you playing last night as I made to knock upon the door. Do you prefer modern hits?"
"Not necessarily, although my repertoire holds many." Andy smiled as her fingers trailed over the keys and she hummed along to the opening of Birdy's wings.
She started to sing the chorus softly.
"Oh lights go down
In the moment we're lost and found
I just wanna be by your side
If these wings could fly
For the rest of our lives..."
Andy saw Miranda knew the song and smiled as she sang about thoughts and words failing her. It was exactly how she felt towards the end of her time at Runway.
She sang the final chorus lightly finishing the song with passion.
"Oh, damn these walls
In the moment, we're ten feet tall
And how you told me after it all
We'd remember tonight
For the rest of our lives."
She finished playing and frowned as the closing note hung unhappily in the air. Turning to face the editor and caught her eyes. "I don't normally play for an audience. I'm a little rusty."
The honesty of the words seemed to stun Miranda. "You call that rusty?" Her disbelief was clear.
Andy felt apprehensive. "I don't play much these days, just when I'm feeling a little overwhelmed and emotional." She stood from the bench. "I should shower, Christian will no doubt be here shortly."
Miranda slipped from the piano stool and took the two steps to her. With no hesitation, she pulled Andy into her arms. "Thank you for sharing this with me." She whispered. "Now, while you shower and dress I shall prepare coffee. My last one went cold." Miranda licked her lips before standing on tiptoes and brushing her lips lightly against Andy's.
Andy saw the nervousness in Miranda's eyes as if expecting to be rebuffed. She initiated a deeper kiss. "I know I didn't respond earlier, but I do love you, Miranda. Last night and this morning were..." She trailed off, unable to find the right word.
"Acceptable?" Miranda queried, an eyebrow arched mischievously.
"More than acceptable." Andy grinned. "More like phenomenal. I should shower, I won't be too long." She pulled away from the editor and offered her a fleeting smile as she walked towards the bathroom with the blue eyes following her every step.
Her shower was just what she needed to gather her thoughts. Taking the time to straighten her hair, she looked in the mirror and saw the confident glow in her eyes. She knew with Miranda by her side, offering her encouragement, she would get through any difficulties the next stage of her career may produce. She made some solid plans to start looking for publications seeking submissions and even coming up with some ideas that may be suitable for Runway, or perhaps Vogue.
Stepping from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a silk blouse, Andy heard the buzzer.
Miranda stepped towards it and pressed the door release to allow entrance before moving towards the bedroom. Before she had stepped halfway across the room little fists were banging on the door. "Momma, let's me in."
Andy opened the door, catching the movement as Miranda pulled the robe closer together against her chest.
Ethan's squeal was loud and he launched himself across the room and ignoring her, threw himself at Miranda's legs, holding on tight. "M'wanda, did you come to cheer momma up?"
Miranda hesitated, and Andy could see her son's open display of affection and question had wrong-footed her.
Christian stepped down the hall towards the front door and spotting the two women, one clearly not dressed or made up, whistled. "Whoa, sunshine. You should let's go of Miranda so she can go prepare for her day." He was calm and seemingly unfazed while Miranda blushed brightly.
It was clear the last thing she expected was to come face to face with either Christian or Ethan in the state she was in, wearing a robe, with no makeup and hair tousled.
Miranda patted Ethan on his head and he looked up at her, offering a wide smile. "Wow, you's bee-u-di-ful, M'wanda."
Miranda was unable to stop her smile as she looked down at the little boy and Andy's heart lept in her chest. "Thank you, darling. But I must dress now as I promised to take your mom the best bagels in New York for breakfast and I still have to go to work and let my dragon breathe fire."
Andy chuckled at the words as Ethan's eyes widened. "You gonna burn people?"
"That, my darling, is quite likely." Miranda extracted herself from Ethan's hold and nodded once at Andy and Christian.
As Miranda disappeared into the bedroom, Christian clearly couldn't contain himself any longer. He whistled through his teeth again. "Jesus, Ohio, she's even sexy as hell with bed head and no make-up too." Miranda stepped from the room with her overnight bag while Christian continued to speak while he grinned at her. "How'd you get so lucky"
"Tassie, little ears," Andy warned. She looked at Ethan who was now engrossed in cartoons on Nickelodeon.
She turned back towards her best friend and watched as he poured himself a coffee and leaned against the counter. She knew he was curious, but she would not give him additional ammunition to tease her with. It had taken her a long time to get him to stop with his initial ridiculous nickname.
They stood side by side in palpable silence for almost ten minutes, sipping the coffee Miranda prepared before Christian spoke. "You can't just leave me hanging, Ohio." He offered her a winning smile. The hope for gossip clear in his eyes.
"I can and I will." The last thing she wanted was to discuss the ins and outs of her night with the editor. It was far too special to share.
The rebuke was clear and Christian sighed in defeat as the bathroom door opened without either of them being aware. "I'll get you to open up eventually, Miranda Girl." He teased.
"Christian, just stop." Andy exploded turning to face him. "This is not like one of the frivolous conquests that you rehash for dramatic effect. This is my relationship with the woman I have loved for years. The one person no one has ever come even close to. The one whose name I called the night we created our son." She brushed her hand through her hair in frustration and she felt herself becoming teary. "I had no idea until that night, and you..." She swallowed her tears. "...you held me when I cried, you dried my tears and told me everything was going to be okay, but then I found out you were part of that poison dwarf and French skunk's plot." She saw him about to argue and held her hand up. "Unknowingly." She sighed and tried to calm down. "We struggled initially after Paris, but you became my best friend, Tassie. I need your support in this, more than I have ever needed it before."
Miranda cleared her throat causing them both to spin in her direction. Andy's eyes widened when she saw her son in Miranda's arms, tears streaming down his face, unused to hearing his parents raised voices, she raised her voice.
Andy rushed away, muttering an apology as she passed Miranda and Ethan and slammed her bedroom door without a backward glance. Unable to think clearly, she slid down the door, her knees to her chin and took a deep shuddering breath.
There had been so much happiness found in Miranda's arms the night before and that morning. Before yesterday happened, she had thought she would have it all. Her job, friends, her children, Miranda and the twins. Now she had lost her job, her future was uncertain, and so was her friendship with Christian.
A small tap on the door caught her attention and she heard Christian's voice speaking softly through it. "I'm sorry, Andy. You know I've always felt unworthy of your friendship, you are such a good person and I am very aware I can be a total douchebag. You are the absolute best person to know and love. I want to be worthy of yours and Miranda's trust and I realise at the first hurdle I fucked up." She heard his head bang gently in the wood as he continued to speak through it. "I did not mean to belittle what you have but simply wanted to celebrate in your obvious happiness. You have everything your heart desires now, Ohio." She caught the whispered admission. "And there is a small part of me that is jealous. I could only hope to find that someone who's soul calls to mine. The one person who ever came close, is you, the mother of my beautiful son."
She stood up and wrenched open the door. Spotting the tears and the embarrassment in Christian's blue eyes, she pulled him in for a hug. "Don't be such a butthole, Tassie. How many time must I tell you, you are not a douchbag?" She grinned ruefully at the blonde man. "You're a dumbass."
"Yes, ma'am." Christian pulled back and saluted playfully, his face breaking out in a small grin. "You're one lucky woman, Ohio. Miranda is not only gorgeous, but she's also an absolute angel with our boy." He pulled her close for another hug. "Be happy, Miranda Girl. You both deserve it." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and pulled back. "I'll be heading back to Australia for a few weeks next week. We should arrange a family dinner before I go."
Andy was surprised, having not heard anything about an upcoming trip before now. "This isn't because..." She trailed off not wanting to cause the man further embarrassment.
Christian scoffed. "As if. It's about time I went and spent time with my folks. They'll no doubt drive me crazy after a few days so I'll be back." He stepped further away. "I should let you get on with your breakfast plans." He muttered. "See ya."
She stepped after Christian as he rushed through the living room, stopping briefly to hug and kiss Ethan and say goodbye to Miranda before slamming his way out of the apartment.
Andy caught Miranda's eyes. "Miranda Girl?" She queried softly.
"Yeah, about all that..." Andy trailed off. "...I can explain..."
Miranda cut her eyes at the little boy settled on her knee. "Later." She insisted.
Andy nodded her agreement. "Okay, later. Now, how about those bagels?"
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