Andy threw off the blankets begrudgingly as a knock came at the door. Lily was a good friend, and when she'd heard what had happened, she'd promised to come over with comfort food and wine as soon as she was done with work. The thought of eating was turning Andy's stomach, but she was more than ready for alcohol. She needed something to numb the pain of the day.

She clutched the sleeves of her sweatshirt down over her hands and swung the door open. "Hey, Lil-" Were her eyes deceiving her? "Miranda." Should she slam the door shut? Oh god, as if it wasn't bad enough that the outfit she'd carefully chosen for the day had been covered in coffee earlier that morning, now she stood in front of Miranda in baggy sweatpants and an old, worn sweatshirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy pile upon her head and she had no doubt her mascara had run with all the tears she'd shed.

"Andrea. I know it's been somewhat of a peculiar day, but please, would you come back to the office with me? To the roof?"

Shit. The roof. Of course Miranda had seen it. How could Andy have forgotten that she would go up there, with or without Andy that night? All the stuff would need clearing from it and the key returning. Cam, the head of the maintenance team had lent Andy the key, and in return, Andy had loaned her a dress from the closet for her wife to wear to a party. She had to go back tomorrow to meet the various companies that had made deliveries today. They needed to collect everything.

"Andrea, please. I know I've asked a lot of you over the last few years, and I know you no longer work for me, but I ask that you grant me just one more request. If you never want to see me again after that, well, you don't have to." Miranda's eyes pleaded with Andy. "If you prefer, we can talk here," she ventured, when Andy remained quiet. "Please, just trust me, one more time?"

Why was everyone asking her to trust them today? First Nigel, and now Miranda. If Miranda was here, though, maybe Nigel was right. Maybe Miranda did feel the same way, after all. Otherwise, why would she be there after seeing what Andy had arranged? "Okay, give me ten minutes and I'll meet you downstairs."

The tension in Miranda's face seemed to break a little as the hint of a hopeful smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you, Andrea. Roy is downstairs. I'll wait for you, take as long as you need."

Andy nodded and closed the door, pressing her forehead against it. She had not expected Miranda Priestly to turn up at her door, especially not after everything that had transpired that day. Ten minutes. She scrambled to fix her hair and make-up, before changing into some smarter clothes and heading downstairs.

The car journey had passed in silence so far. Miranda wasn't sure where to start and thought maybe they each needed this time to compose their thoughts.

"Miranda, I'm sorry for earlier-"

"No, I'm sorry. I never wanted to upset you."

"But still, I shouldn't have behaved like that, either."

The car pulled along the curb and Roy stepped out to open Miranda's door.

"Shall we?" Miranda asked hopefully.

Andy nodded and they both exited the car and made their way to the roof in silence. When Andy saw the set-up in the darkness of the evening, she had to admit it was spectacular. The lights twinkled away, the food and wine had been delivered from Smith & Wollensky, the heaters made the cooler night air pleasantly warm. How had half of this even been delivered to the roof without her there? Andy could only imagine Nigel had somehow taken care of everything in her absence. She'd have to remember to thank him later.

"This really is beautiful, Andrea. Thank you."

Andy shrugged sheepishly. She wasn't sure how she felt about being there with Miranda. As much as she was still mad at her, hurt by her, if there was even a glimmer of hope that she felt the same way, she had to give it a chance.

"Champagne?" Andy gestured to the ice bucket that sat next to the small table.

"Yes, thank you. That would be lovely." Miranda strolled over to the edge of the roof, leaning on the wall as she looked out over the city.

Andy soon joined her, handing her a glass of Champagne.

"I think we can both agree we regret our actions today," Miranda offered, softly.

Andy laughed. "I think that's the first thing we agree on today, but yeah."

Miranda turned the stem of the glass in her fingers, as a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She remembered Nigel's words. She had to climb the ladder; it was now or never. Her eyes closed for a second as she inhaled deeply, before looking at Andrea again.

"Andrea, if I'm overstepping here, then I apologise, but given the lengths you've gone to today…" She gestured at the large canvas tent behind them. "Well, I suppose what I'm trying to say is, you've been far more than an assistant to me for a long time now." She watched Andrea carefully, noting the happiness mixed with shock that spread over her delicate features. "I never thought for a second you returned my feelings."

"I do, Miranda. I absolutely do."

Miranda's heart jumped into her throat. "You really do?"

Andrea nodded, her lips breaking into the biggest smile Miranda had ever witnessed from her younger assistant. "I didn't think I had a chance, but then you started treating me more kindly, I caught you staring a few times…"

Miranda's cheeks blushed. "You did?" She raised her hand to her face, cupping it over her mouth. "I tried not to, but sometimes, all I could think of was you."

Andrea giggled. "Don't worry, I looked, too! Nigel convinced me I should come clean, that I had nothing to lose. I think he was just sick of listening to me talk about you, to be honest."

"He tried to convince me as well!"

"So wait, Nigel knew we both liked each other?"

"Well, I wasn't quite as forthcoming in admitting it to him as perhaps you were, but yes, I think he did."

The awkwardness of the day's events seemed to have dissipated as both women relaxed into the evening.

Miranda looked around, taking in all the trouble Andrea had gone to. "What was the plan? Tonight?"

"Well, once I was done for the day, I was going to come up here and wait for you, I guess. I was still deciding the best way." Andrea laughed.

"How did you know I would come up here tonight?"

"Nigel told me you come up here with a glass of Champagne every time an issue goes to print."

"Did he now? I think I shall be having words with our dear Nigel." Miranda laughed, only half joking. "I've done it since I started as Editor-in-Chief here. It's my favourite place in the city, as clichéd as that might be."

"I think it's a nice tradition."

"Everyone thinks I take my success for granted, but it's not true. I've worked hard to get where I am, and I work hard to stay here. So I suppose every issue going to print is something I celebrate. Something I take a moment to appreciate."

"People misjudge you, make assumptions. I know. You don't deserve it. You're different to how everyone thinks you are. Just not many people get to know the real you."

"No, they don't, and yet somehow it seems you have. Andrea?" She met the younger woman's large, soulful eyes as they stared back at her.

"Yes, Miranda?"

"This isn't just 'like', it's more than that. I've liked you for a long time, Andrea, and in that time, I've fallen in love with you." Miranda held the night air tightly within her lungs, unable to breathe. Had she gone a step too far? Was it too soon?

"I love you too, Miranda." Andy resisted the urge to jump up and down in celebration, settling for reaching out to gently cover Miranda's hand with her own.

"When? I mean how long?"

"Things changed for me about eight months ago I guess. After I handed in my notice the first time, and then you offered me a pay rise and extra benefits to stay. I thought you just wanted to keep an assistant, that perhaps I was actually doing my job well. But then, well, I don't know, I couldn't put my finger on it. Things just seemed different between us. I got a different vibe from you, especially when we were alone. Then I'd convince myself I was crazy and there was no way you were interested in me." Andy laughed. "This is one time I'm very happy to be wrong. How about you?"

"A little before that, I suppose, but I didn't quite realise it until you gave me your notice. The thought of not seeing you each day; I couldn't bear the idea. I didn't think there was any chance you would ever return my feelings, sometimes I wondered, but then tonight, well…"

"I almost backed out of giving you my notice a few weeks ago, but my friend convinced me I couldn't stay your assistant forever and it wasn't going to get me anywhere. Truthfully, it was getting harder and harder each day to be around you and you not be more than my boss. Then I figured if Nigel was right and you did feel the same, nothing would ever happen while I worked for you, and he convinced me to come clean. So I said I would work the extra couple of days after my notice, until the new person started, so that I could be here for Valentine's, when you'd no longer be my boss."

"I'm glad you did."

"Me too! Do you want to sit down and eat? Before the food gets too cold? Are you hungry?"

Miranda smirked. "Not for food!" Her cheeks blushed again. "Honestly, I'm not sure I could eat a thing right now."

Andy chewed at her lip. "Me neither. Miranda?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"I wish you would."

They turned away from the glittering skyline to face each other. Andy stepped closer, pulling Miranda to her. As their eyes closed, their lips neared each other, tentatively meeting for the first time. Their moans filled the empty space high up in the city.

Miranda's lips parted, welcoming Andy's tongue in as the kiss deepened, a fire lighting within both of them. Fireworks went off in Andy's head. She'd dreamed of this moment so many times and even after deciding to confess her love for Miranda that night, she never was quite sure it would work out how she wanted.

Andy settled her hands around Miranda's waist, holding on well enough to turn her the ninety degrees that were needed to then back her against the wall. Miranda groaned at the rougher approach Andy seemed to be taking. The wall only reached up to just below her shoulder blades, but she felt Andy's body press her against it.

The noise of the city faded as Andy kissed along Miranda's jawline and down her neck. Miranda arched her head backwards, eagerly granting the access requested. Andy pressed harder against her, internally cursing the layers of fabric that sat between them. She trailed her lips back up Miranda's supple neck, leaving soft, warm kisses in her wake.

"Oh, Andrea…" Miranda moaned breathlessly.

Their lips crashed together again, each woman more sure of themselves this time; of the response they would receive. Andy slid a hand between them, cupping Miranda's breast, the hardened nipple making itself known against her palm.

A gentle breeze blew across them, a reminder of where they were. Suddenly, surprising Miranda on the roof didn't seem like the best choice of location, but at least they were alone. Andy let her teeth graze Miranda's lip, nipping at it, testing her response. She was rewarded with the feel of Miranda's fingers digging into her back and a loud groan of pleasure.

Andy kissed her way to below Miranda's ear, sucking the flesh into her mouth, before speaking in a lower register than Miranda was used to hearing from her. "I have a suspicion, Miranda." Her tongue flicked at the older woman's skin teasingly. "I think you like to be in charge in the office, but when it comes to more intimate affairs, I think you like to take a more submissive role. Am I right?"

Miranda's head bobbed up and down against her, barely a whimper leaving her lips. "Yes."

Andy smiled against Miranda's warm skin. She pressed Miranda against the wall a little harder, her mouth working its way down over Miranda's collarbone and to her cleavage. Her fingers worked the top few buttons of Miranda's shirt loose, before she trailed kisses along the edge of the soft satin of Miranda's bra.

"H-How did you know?" Miranda managed, desperate for Andrea to take her right there.

"Like we said, I see the real you." She roughly pulled the cup of Miranda's bra down, setting her breast free. Her lips worked their way over Miranda's curves before taking the hardened nub into her warm mouth.

Miranda threaded her fingers into Andy's hair, grasping it tightly, pulling her close. Andy sucked and licked before taking the nipple between her teeth, making Miranda whimper. She moved back up, kissing Miranda briefly on the lips again.

"How about we get in the tent?" Andy asked.

"Wonderful idea!" Miranda did not want to risk a photo of herself semi-naked on a rooftop showing up on Page Six tomorrow morning.

The tent was large and luxurious; tall enough for them to easily stand upright in, and big enough for many more people than just the two of them. Andy knew if she was going to get Miranda Priestly into a tent to watch a movie, it would have to be more extravagant than the kind she grew up camping in at weekends. She hadn't anticipated them having sex that night, but was now even more thankful for the thick, cushioned layer that made up the base of the large, canvas structure.

They kicked off their shoes at the entrance, and once they were both inside, Andy unhooked the thin pieces of material that held the doors open and they were left bathed in soft light from the light that hung from the centre. Small heaters made it more than warm enough to shed their clothes and Andy silently rejoiced that she really had chosen the best of what was on offer.

Coats quickly fell to the floor and Andy took Miranda's hand, leading her to the middle. She kissed her again. Soft and gentle quickly turned to desperate need. A need to experience each other fully. Andy lifted her own top up and over her head, before hurriedly undoing the rest of Miranda's buttons. She pulled the shirt and waistcoat from Miranda's shoulders and then unzipped her skirt and helped her step out of it. Her own jeans were quickly shed until they stood there in only their lingerie.

Miranda couldn't deny she felt a twinge of insecurity, standing there with the younger woman of her dreams was somewhat daunting. As her lips were swept up in another kiss, though, she soon forgot her worries. It was clear Andrea worshipped her. She felt hands reach around to unhook her bra before it was pulled down her arms and tossed aside, all the while their lips remained together, hungrily exploring each other. Miranda reached around Andrea to release the clasps of her bra and quickly discarded it. The feel of Andrea's naked body against hers was more than she could handle.

"Lay down," Andrea whispered. She pulled some cushions towards them as makeshift pillows and watched as Miranda obeyed her instruction.

Miranda looked up at the younger woman, watching as she hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties and shimmied out of them. The sight before her caused Miranda to press her thighs together, her centre already wet with desire for her former assistant.

Andrea knelt down next to Miranda and hooked her thumbs into Miranda's panties this time, pulling them down her hips and off her legs. "Hmmm, you are divine, Miranda." She looked down at Miranda with lust-filled eyes.

Miranda chewed at her lip, reaching out to run a hand down the younger woman's torso. "So are you, my love."

Andy swung a leg over Miranda's prone body so that she was straddling her. The scent of their desire filled the canvas bubble that they were secluded in. Both women groaned as Andy ground her hips against Miranda's, their centres coming together for the first time.

Miranda ran her fingers up Andy's thighs before she settled her hands on the younger woman's hips; neatly trimmed nails digging into Andy's flesh. As much as Andy enjoyed the sensation, she wanted to take control; to enjoy Miranda's submissive side. The older woman's eyes lit up as Andy wrapped her fingers tightly around each wrist. She moved Miranda's arms above her head, pinning them down against the plush cushions that lay beneath them, bringing her own body flush to Miranda's again. Miranda's eyes widened even further as she squirmed under Andy's touch.

Andy looked forward to being able to tie Miranda up in all kinds of ways, but for tonight, for their first time, this would have to do. Once they'd talked more, they could explore other things together. She squeezed Miranda's wrists, testing her limits, as she kissed her again.

"I've dreamed of this moment for so long, Miranda. I can't wait to run my tongue up and down…up and down…to taste you…to feel you come in my mouth." She moved a leg between Miranda's, pressing her thigh against Miranda's core, as she kissed her.

Miranda bucked up against her, feeling herself become wetter as she struggled slightly against Andrea. She'd suspected Andrea would compliment her submissive side perfectly. Small clues had given her away over time. She stood up to Miranda in the smallest ways, but ways no other assistant or employee would ever dare to.

Andy broke their kiss as she moved Miranda's wrists together so she could pin them with one hand. "Sometime soon, I'm going to put cuffs around these beautiful wrists of yours, and probably your ankles too, but for tonight, you're going to keep your arms right where they are, even after I let go. You're going to keep them there, until I say you can move them, Miranda. Are we clear?" She looked at Miranda, awaiting her agreement.

"Yes," Miranda panted.

Andy smiled. "Good. Now remember, not until I say." She released her grip on Miranda's wrists and ran her hand down the length of her arm, bringing the pale flesh out in goosebumps.

Miranda continued to whimper and writhe below her, grinding herself against Andy's thigh, smearing her desire all over her. She closed her eyes as she felt Andy's lips on her breasts, kissing closer and closer to each nipple in turn. Andy's lips lavished attention on one, while her fingers tweaked at the other. She moved down Miranda's body, each flick of her tongue, each gentle kiss, eliciting the most delicious noises from the older woman.

Under the curve of each breast, down over her ribs, her sides, around her belly button, down the centre of her stomach, until she reached the patch of tight, damp, silver curls. Andy inhaled deeply with a moan as she settled herself between Miranda's legs, the older woman's thighs now spread wide. Her slick, warm folds glistened with arousal, inviting Andy in.

She wasn't going to give Miranda what she wanted that easily, though. Andy continued kissing and nibbling the pliant flesh, this time up and down each inner thigh. Miranda moaned and writhed, making indecipherable noises each time Andy sucked her flesh a little harder, leaving small, red marks. Marking her. Making Miranda hers.

When neither woman could bear it any longer, Andy rewarded Miranda's obedience by running her tongue through her centre. Miranda's hips bucked sharply; it was quite possibly the most divine thing she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She kept her arms above her, no matter how desperate she was to touch Andrea; to bury her hands in her long, now slightly mussed, hair. It was the most delicious torture. She was desperate to please Andrea, to give herself completely.

"Please, Andrea, please, I can't take it any longer."

Andy rewarded her supplication with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue; from Miranda's cunt to her clit and back down again. Over and over. Each time, she applied a little more pressure; gave Miranda a little more of what she so desperately desired. Once Andy could resist no longer, she settled on Miranda's swollen bundle of nerves, sucking it into her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth. Her fingers found Miranda's entrance and Miranda let out a low, guttural groan as two fingers explored her most intimate space.

Miranda was close, so close. Andy sucked a little harder; her fingers delving in and out of her rhythmically. She felt Miranda contract around her, she heard her breath hitch. Her hips stilled for a moment and she finally came undone. It was a moment unlike either woman had shared before, the perfect, intoxicating mix of lust and love, of new, but familiar. Of pure, unconstrained pleasure.

As Miranda's breathing began to even out, Andy pulled away, slowly withdrawing her fingers. Miranda moaned loudly at the loss. Andy climbed back up Miranda's body, straddling her hips once more. She looked down into Miranda's eyes; dark pools of desire staring back up at her. Their lips met again and Miranda tasted herself on the younger woman's lips.

"You can move your arms now."

Miranda quickly embraced Andy, pulling her close, before going to roll them over, but Andy stopped her.

"My turn, I've waited so long to taste you. I can't wait any longer."

Andy's eyes twinkled with mischievousness. "You can taste me, right where you are."

Miranda groaned in anticipation before biting her lip. Andy shifted up Miranda's body until she was straddling her face. She was so wet, so turned on, so sensitive; she knew she wouldn't last long under the touch of Miranda's tongue. As she lowered herself down, she felt Miranda's warm breath against her. Muffled moans of pleasure escaped from between her thighs.

Andy rocked back and forth, careful to ensure Miranda could still breathe. Miranda could feel Andy's desire smeared all over her face. She ran her tongue over the swollen folds that hovered above her, delighting in the feel of the younger woman taking her pleasure. Her mouth drew Andy's clit in, sucking gently as Andy ground against her.

The younger woman tried to hold off, tried to make it last, but she was on the precipice before Miranda's tongue even touched her. Andy moaned loudly as her pleasure exploded in Miranda's mouth. Miranda's hands grabbed a hold of her sides, steadying her. Pleasure washed over Andy, and just as she was coming down, Miranda flicked her tongue a little harder and Andy found herself coming undone for a second time. It was too much and not enough, all at once. She needed more, while the stimulation also bordered on painful. Andy couldn't decide, all she could do is let the waves roll through her.

As she came down a second time, she lifted herself off of Miranda's face and collapsed in a sated, sweaty heap next to her. They rolled to face each other, kissing again, their desire mingling with the others.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Miranda."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Andrea."

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