Andy sighed as she slipped into her seat, thankful that they were able to get a private jet instead of being in a crowded plane. She looked around and saw Nigel had already settled down at the far end of the cabin and there was so much room for Miranda to sit anywhere. As Andy reclined, the silver haired woman swooped down in the seat next to her. Andy jumped when Miranda's knee touched hers in an innocent caress.
"Andrea? Do you want to keep me entertained?" Miranda's low octave voice and choice of words could be easily misinterpreted, but Andy took the bait.
"Can't sleep?" Miranda shook her head and smacked her lips. "Do you wanna play a game? I think I might have cards with me." Andy sat her seat upright and looked over at Miranda who just raised her eyebrow.
"Strip poker?" Andy pressed her lips together, in her rendition of Miranda's lip purse, to keep from laughing. Miranda nudged Andy's shoulder. "I was just kidding… Why would I want anyone else besides me to see you in your underwear?" Andy gasped and laughed.
"Miranda Priestly!" Miranda smiled and ducked her head down to hide her blush. "You have a friendly side to you, who knew." She looked back up at Andy
"Getting the picture, Andrea?" Andy's smile faded as she thought.
"You trust me to become your confidant?" Miranda shrugged slightly. "Your friend?" Miranda nodded confidently with a smirk. Feeling light, Andy nodded and smiled back. "It can be done." Miranda sighed and visibly relaxed. "So… strip poker's out." Miranda threw her head back and chuckled. "How about... I'm thinking of a person." Miranda arched an eyebrow.
"Are you male or female?" Miranda gave in.
"Female." Miranda crossed her legs, bringing Andy's attention to how short Miranda's skirt can be when she sits down. Andy had to visibly shake herself free from Miranda's mind grasp. Miranda arched an eyebrow when she saw where Andy's eyes traveled to.
"Actress or singer?" Andy made eye contact quickly; how did she figure it to be a celebrity?
"How did you…singer." Miranda smirked at Andy and pretended to think about her next question.
"Attractive or not?" Andy gave Miranda a look that said "I can't believe you just asked that". "By my standards, I mean." Andy smirked with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't know you had a preference for women." Miranda blushed crimson and Andy looked proud of herself. "Yes, attractive" Getting over her blush, Miranda sucked in her cheeks and thought of who it could be.
"Young or old… er?" Miranda choked on her own words and Andy snorted.
"I consider 60 to still be young." Andy mentally kicked herself for kissing ass. Miranda nodded and mouthed a "thank you". "Young."
"Brunette or blonde?" The older woman was wracking her brain but nothing was coming up.
"Somewhat blonde." Miranda's eyes sparked with the idea of who it could be, but continued to be sure.
"Is she Canadian?" Andy grinned and nodded. "Celine Dion!" Miranda looked to proud of herself. Andy chuckled and looked Miranda in the eyes.
"Having fun?" Miranda nodded and smirked only to have that interrupted by a stifled yawn. "Getting tired?" Andy bit her cheek and thought, "Geez, Andy! What's with all the questions?" The silver haired woman nodded again and reclined her seat slightly and rested her head back. When she closed her eyes, she didn't realize Andy watched her until she drifted off. "Sweet dreams, Miranda." Andy reclined her own seat and began to drift off herself. Miranda's eye lids slid open, sleepily, and she gazed at Andy. A soft smile graced her lips and she closed her eyes again. She woke up a few seconds later to Andy unconsciously nuzzling her shoulder. Resting her head on Andy's, Miranda drifted of to sleep again with a smile on her lips