Miranda sat at home sipping a glass of Château Petrus peacefully, until the door bell rang. She glanced at her watch and realized it was way too early for trick or treaters. She put down her wine and walked over to the door. When she opened it, she went into shock; she was looking at a younger version of herself. Andy dressed in a black dress from the Roland Mouret spring 2006 collection, white Dolce & Gabbana fur coat and black, white tipped Chanel heals, and a short, silver wig. She raised an eyebrow at the woman who stood at the door.
"That's not very amusing, Andrea." Andy knew the older woman would think her costume was a mock Miranda. With a roll of her eyes, Andy pulled out the black hair spray.
"I'm Cruella DeVille." Miranda stepped aside and watched Andy juggled a hanger with red and black clothing on it, a plastic bag, her purse, and the can of color hair spray, all in that heavy fur coat. She dropped her stuff in the hallway and pulled out a small tube of Polygrip to show it to Miranda. With a glare, the older woman pushed Andy's hand down.
"You just keep digging yourself in deeper." Andy chuckled and opened her hand revealing two very natural looking fangs. "You're going to be a vampiric Cruella?" Andy smirked and shook her head.
"Oh no, my dear; theses are for you." Miranda backed away with her hand up to shield herself.
"I don't' think so." Miranda shook her head slowly when Andy's puppy eyes came into play.
"Miranda… its Halloween and you won't be the only one dressed up." Miranda pursed her lips.
"I said that was optional." Andy sighed and turned to put the fangs back in the bag. "Wait. Let me see the rest of the costume." Andy turned right back around with a grin.
"I picked something out of the closet for you." Andy could sense that an eyebrow would be shot up and she was right, but before Miranda could comment, Andy reached for the hanger and pulled off the dress. The fashionista took the gown from Andy with a smirk.
"Valentino." Miranda headed upstairs with the gown in hand. "Coming?" Andy gathered her things as quickly as she could and bolted upstairs.
"Where did you go?" Andy looked down the hallway and saw four different doors, two of them where open. Miranda stepped out into the hallway and Andy followed her into the master bedroom. This nervous bubbling settled all over her body when she walked in. She felt that Miranda would see her true desires and not want any part of her anymore; lascivious thoughts danced in her mind upon entering the bedroom. Andy set her stuff down on the large chair by the picture window. Slipping out of the hot fur, Andy noticed Miranda had snuck into the adjoining bathroom. Andy allowed herself to look around, her eyes fell on the bed. She should have guessed Miranda would have blood red, silk sheets that made you crave to feel them against your bare skin. Andy was tempted to ask if Miranda slept in the nude. Miranda immerged from the bathroom in the gown. She turned to have Andy zip her up. The young woman's palms got sweaty at the thought of touching Miranda's bare back. Andy wiped her palms on her dress and pulled up the zipper, trying hard not to caress the pale skin.
"Yes, this will do." Miranda examined herself in the full length mirror without notice that Andy was doing much the same. The young woman's eyes raked up Miranda's body slowly, taking in the contours of the older woman's frame. The material fell loose at mid thigh, but hugged her hips in such a way that caused the young woman to stare. In her mind's eye, Andy allowed her fingertips to follow the curve of Miranda's waist. Her mouth salivated when her eyes caressed the slope from Miranda's belly button to her sex. Andy watched as Miranda turned to her side, arching her back. With her round firm, derriere out, Andy realized Miranda worked out. She followed the line of the older woman's back, mentally trailing kisses up her spine. Andy's eyes glided over to Miranda's breasts and locked her gaze. For a woman her age, Miranda's breasts were still pert and showcased in a low cut fashion. Oh yes. Miranda Priestly is fucking sexy, Andy concluded as she looked over the other woman's body once more. The stare was broken when Miranda went to her own closet to retrieve her red Guess Carrie pumps. Andy leaned over, snatched up the cape, and wrapped it around Miranda's shoulders. The older woman smiled. "Burberry. Not my choice of combination, but it will do for tonight, I suppose." Andy fastened the cape and pushed a flap over Miranda's shoulder with a smirk.
"It's perfect for tonight." Miranda looked through Andy's bag, retrieving the fangs and polygrip, and walked off into the bathroom once again.
"We should go to Irv's house and scare the living daylights out of him." Andy chuckled when Miranda snorted. "He already thinks I'm a blood sucking, demon, vampire bitch." Andy's eyes widened as she looked towards the bathroom.
"Verbatum?"
"No, but he did say that I suck the spirit from today's youth with just a glare." For fear of being asked if she was discouraged upon meeting "The Dragon Lady", the young woman changed the subject.
"Why did you cover for me that day that I forgot to tell you about your meeting?" Lips pursed in silence for a second.
"I didn't want to make you look bad. If it was on my head nothing more would have been said, but if it was on yours, it would have never been let go." Andy grinned to herself; the so called "Ice Queen" protected her.
"What did Irv talk to you about then?" the brunette was tempted to sit on the bed but settled for the arm of the chair. The editor walked out of the bathroom without having done anything with the fangs. She took one look at Andy and arched an eyebrow.
"You can sit on the bed, only I sleep in it." Andy blushed and got up to sit on the queen sized bed. "He wanted to tell me that since the tabloids got a hold of Nigel's story and how 'homophobic' I am, that sales have gone down slightly. Apparently gays have been dropping the magazine. The more those tabloids print on me, the more Runway looses. So, I have to figure out what to do. Of course he didn't say that, but I know there's a bounty on my head if I don't fix it. Now with that Christian Thompson story circulating, we'll loose more." Andy let out a thoughtful hum.
"You could always lie and say you've had a lesbian fling." Usually pale cheeks blushed darkened with increased blood flow behind their skin as baby blue eyes averted.
"I don't see how that would bring the readers back." Clearing her throat, Andy looked down at Miranda's bed then back at her.
"With that as your back story, you could say that you're not homophobic and you support the gay and lesbian community." There was a slight pause before the brunette continued. "You remember telling me to give you time when it came to Nigel? It seems now that Runway readers are the ones being impatient." Alabaster eyelids fluttered in an eye roll.
"Don't I know it, but I have a solution for that. I've heard that Jacqueline has been making a mockery of James. Nigel would do him justice. I knew it wouldn't happen. It was just a matter of time. Didn't I tell you that she couldn't do what I do? Nigel comes closest to succeeding at that job, other than me of course. She may have been editor of French Runway, but who's ideas did she take?" Miranda pointed at herself with a smirk.
"Yours." With a nod, Miranda turned back into the bathroom.
"Andrea?" Andy hurried into the bathroom to find Miranda standing in front of the mirror with the Polygrip in her hand.
"You have to dry your teeth first." Andy chuckled when she saw a silvery eyebrow arch. She filled the fangs with Polygrip and set them on the counter. Miranda used a hand towel to dry her teeth and immediately stuck the fangs on her canines. Andy reached over and plucked a tissue from its box and handed it to the editor. The older woman blotted off the excess Polygrip and closed her mouth with a grimace.
"They should make it taste better." The fashionista's slur was enough to make her assistant chuckle. Putting her hands on her hips, Miranda glared at Andy through the mirror. "I sound ridiculous." The brunette laughed clutching at her ribs.
"Yes, but you look fabulous." Miranda attempted at pursing her lips, but the fangs got in the way.
"Don't I always?" Andy knew it was a rhetorical question, but that didn't stop her from answering it.
"No, not always." Miranda stepped closer to Andy with a glare.
"You know how they say that my bark is worse than my bite?" The young woman cowered slightly. "I would be careful if I were you; you're very close to finding out." Miranda walked past Andy, leaving her with the uncertainty of whether she wanted to be bitten by Miranda or not. She shivered and followed the older woman out of the bathroom. Andy fidgeted for a second then retrieved the black hair spray.
"Would you mind spraying the wig?" Miranda took the can from the brunette with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you going to take it off?" Andy shook her, now, silvery head.
"It took me forever to get this wig on; I'm not taking it off." Miranda's eyes traveled to the Prada dress Andy was wearing.
"Then you must take the dress off, I am not getting this spray all over a thousand, seven hundred dollar dress that doesn't even belong to you." Miranda walked over to her closet and pulled her grey robe off the hook and tossed it toward Andy. The young woman caught it and looked at Miranda with trepidation before she reached around and pulled the zipper to her dress down. The older woman's eyes flickered away as she closed the door to her bedroom. Andy's heart jumped to her throat in result of Miranda's eyes falling back on her. When Andy pushed the dress off her shoulders and abdomen, Miranda averted her eyes and desperately tried to keep her eyes off the young woman. Out of the corner of her eye, Miranda noticed Andy wore pink Calvin Klein lingerie. The assistant cleared her throat, feeling like something got lodged in it. Miranda got the wrong signal and looked over at Andy only to quickly look away, she was lucky Andy had her back turned, but her libido wasn't lucky that she got an eyeful of Andy's shapely ass. When she slipped into Miranda's robe and tied it shut, she noticed the older woman tried to busy herself with photos by her bedside table. Andy made her way over to Miranda and saw the older woman jump at her touch. "Ready?" The silver haired fashionista thought it very appealing seeing Andy in her robe. Miranda stood, guiding Andy into her bathroom once more. She pulled the younger woman into the shower, spread the neck of the robe open, and tugged the sleeves to pull the robe off of Andy's shoulders. The brunette cleared her throat when her pulse quickened. She made the decision to remove it when Miranda eyed the can and the grey garment. Andy hooked a thumb behind the single knot and pulled. The robe fell open, revealing her pink lingerie. While Andy was distracted with the terrycloth material, Miranda allowed here eyes to roam the younger woman's body. With a blush, Miranda snapped here yes back to Andy's, even though the brunette wasn't paying attention. Miranda watched as the brunette nervously hung the robe on the nearest hook. Andy wiped her sweaty hands on her thighs and returned to her place, making Miranda bite her bottom lip to refrain from smiling. Andy glanced at the older woman and had to double back. Miranda chuckled to diffuse the situation.
"What?" Miranda nodded in the direction of Andy's lingerie and thought quickly.
"Cute underwear… for a 15 year old." Andy forced a laugh and glared Miranda's way.
"What do you wear Miss Fashion Queen?" As soon as the question slipped past her lips, she regretted it. She didn't fear Miranda would snap at her, but she knew she would fantasize about what underwear Miranda wore constantly. The Editor quirked an eyebrow and began spraying Andy's wig.
"Lace…" Andy cleared her throat; she didn't think that the other woman would actually tell her. "Silk…" She was guided to turn when a soft hand brushed and pushed on her shoulder. "Satin…" Miranda cupped the brunette's neck while she sprayed, covering all the silver on the left side of the wig while the other woman pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle her groans of frustration. "Nothing." The younger woman turned to face Miranda.
"Nothing?" Miranda blushed furiously.
"No panties, no panty line." Andy cleared her throat once more.
"Are you ill, Andrea?" The younger woman shook her head as she realized that the idea of Miranda wearing no underwear in a tight skirt will driver her absolutely made. "You sound like you have a cough." Miranda turned and retrieved her hair dryer.
"It's allergies, post nasal drip." Andy cleared her throat for emphasis. Miranda turned to her with a smirk and blow dryer in hand. Andy felt chills run down her spin when the warm air blew over her. Once her wig was dry, Andy rushed to get dressed. The snug garment was just past her hips when a knock sounded at the door. Miranda looked over at it, but before she could answer, in popped a little red head. Caroline's eyes sparkled when she saw Andy.
"I didn't know you were here yet." Andy tried for a smile but it faltered when Cassidy pushed her way through. The girl's eyes widened at the view of Andy hurrying to pull up the rest of her dre4ss. Her eyes flashed from Andy to her mother and back again.
"Neither of you waited for a response. Is that the way we behave?" The twins averted their eyes to the floor and shook their heads while Miranda reached over to zip up Andy's dress.
"Caroline needs help putting on her green make-up." Caroline nodded then looked her mother up and down.
"What are you wearing?" Miranda glanced at Andy, who had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her giggles private.
"A costume..." The editor looked down at herself. "Apparently I'm supposed to be a vampire." Miranda showed off her fangs and Caroline nodded.
"Seems accurate." Miranda glared at her daughter. Cassidy grinned and gazed at Andy.
"Thank you for making her go with us." The older woman looked outraged.
"No one's making me go. I always go." Caroline arched an eyebrow in a very Miranda-like fashion.
"Yes, but you only sit in the car creeping from house to house." Andy burst into laughter only to try to contain herself.
"What makes you think tonight will be any different?" Miranda smirked at her children. "Go ask Sara if she would help you with your costumes." Both girls clambered out of the room in search of their house maid. Miranda glanced at Andy only to turn away when an obvious blush spread over her cheeks. She thought of the state of dress Andy was in when the girls burst through the door. Her mouth salivated when nausea waved over her; she realized she had Andrea, the object of her affection, half naked in her bedroom and did nothing about it. A slurp came from Miranda's mouth and the fangs loosened. The older woman pulled them out of her mouth and shuddered at the taste of the Polygrip.
"What's wrong?" Andy stepped forward, watching as Miranda made odd faces. The other woman unfurled her fingers to show Andy her fangs fell out. "Ah." Miranda shrugged while placing them on her vanity.
"God that stuff tastes awful. It was pointless anyway, we're about to have dinner." Andy smiled excitedly.
"Good because I was getting hungry." Miranda chuckled when Andy rushed out the door.
Down in the kitchen, the girls sat patiently at the table waiting for Andy and Miranda to join them. When both women took their seats, Caroline and Cassidy dived in; they wanted to get on with their costumes. Sitting across from Miranda was difficult for Andy. She kept stealing glances. Andy stretched her legs out slowly causing her ankle to slide against Miranda's. With a slight jump, the older woman's attention pulled back to Andy. The brunette jerked her leg back and cleared her throat.
"So, Miranda did you find a solution for Runway's little problem?" Grateful for the distraction, Miranda turned her attention back to her dinner.
"No, I haven't. I was thinking maybe an interview with a magazine." Andy's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
"Oh! I can't believe I didn't think of it before!" Miranda's eyes snapped up to Andy. "There's a Gay and Lesbian magazine! Oh, what's the name of it…" Miranda's eyes went wide, looking at children hoping they would ignore Andy. "The Advocate!" Caroline looked puzzled and Cassidy nonchalant. Miranda gave Andy a death glare. "Try to get an interview with them and say you've had… a… what?" Andy's sentence stumbled to a halt. Caroline looked up at Miranda.
"What exactly does being gay mean?" Miranda's gaze traveled from Caroline to Andy and back until she settled for another death glare toward Andy. Cassidy pushed her food around her plate.
"Gay is when a boy likes a boy and lesbian is when a girl likes a girl." Miranda's eyes went wide for the second time when she directed her gaze to Cassidy. Andy mouthed "Oops" in hopes that she could covey to Miranda she didn't realize her daughters were that sheltered.
"Cassidy, how do you know that?" The young girl looked up at her mother with ease.
"Bethany, from riding class, has two mommies." Caroline looked curiously at her mother.
"Does that mean you're a lesbian?" Miranda could have fainted, but choked instead. Andy froze in horror.
"Don't be stupid, Caroline." Cassidy cut in looking from her mother to Andy. "Of course they are." Andy paled and Miranda nearly did faint that time.
"No, girls we're just friends." Both girls looked skeptical. Cassidy pat her mother's hand.
"You know we would love you just the same." Miranda pursed her lips to stifle the laughter she felt bubbling up, she didn't want to encourage the girls. "Why wouldn't you be? You don't have great relationships with men unless they're your friends. You don't have any women friends except for Andy and she was half naked in your bedroom. What are we supposed to think?" Miranda blushed and glanced at Andy, who just sat there with a hand over her mouth giggling. The older woman determined that Cassidy was to smart for her own good.
"She removed her dress so I wouldn't get black hair spray on it." Cassidy glanced at a nodding Andy.
"But it's black." Miranda sucked her teeth and glared at Andy after the younger woman burst into laughter once more.
"It's Prada. Andrea, you're not helping. They think you prefer women too; I'm not alone in this." Andy shrugged her shoulders with a smirk.
"It doesn't bother me. I thought I knew who I was when I was with Nate, but now I know who I truly am." Miranda's eyes glazed over, finding what Andy said to be very sexy. The editor smirked and raked her eyes over Andy.
"So do you like girls or not?" Andy faced Caroline and blushed.
"I don't think that's an appropriate question to ask an adult." Miranda's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Sorry Andy." The twins said in unison as they bowed their heads to finish their supper. Miranda cleared her throat and bowed her head as well.
"Are you ill Miranda?" Andy mimicked the older woman from earlier. Miranda locked her eyes onto Andy's
"No… We'll talk later." An uncomfortable silence settled amongst the inhabitants of the table. As soon as Caroline and Cassidy were done, they excused themselves to costume make-up application. Miranda stood and beckoned the younger woman with a finger. Andy stood hesitantly, unsure if she should leave the table a mess. The Priestly women were spoiled. She followed Miranda into the living room and sat down while Miranda retrieved a wine glass from a cabinet at the far side of the room. With glass and bottle of wine in hand, Miranda returned. The silver haired woman handed the glass to Andy and removed the cork. Miranda smirked when she was Andy hold her glass straight up. She wrapped her free fingers around Andy's hand and tilted the glass while pouring the intoxicated liquid into the glass. "Andrea…" Andy halted her, stopping her from pouring any more wine and from continuing her thought.
"I know what you're going to say." Miranda quirked an eyebrow as she looked down at the other woman.
"You do?" Andy nodded, took a sip of her wine and choked as the red liquid warmed her throat. "You're not used to good wine." Miranda sat down next to the deprived brunette.
"You're going to say that I shouldn't have interfered with your kids." The older woman shook her head while placing the wine bottle on the table.
"Oh, no. Heavens, Andrea! Why would I do that? You actually stood up to them even though you thought it was the wrong thing for you to do. When I don't say something about their behavior, it's usually due to the fact that I'm oblivious to it or that I'm to distracted to notice what they're doing. In this case I was distracted by the fact that my children think me to be your lover." The older woman paused and swallowed hard. "I applaud you for stepping in. No one should be subjected to questioning they are not comfortable with. I wouldn't want anyone to submit to it because I'm Miranda Priestly, Ice Queen extraordinaire and those are my children. If it makes you uncomfortable, correct it." Miranda finished with a smirk and a shrug. Andy adjusted herself on the couch and sipped at her wine once more making her choke again. Warm fingers wrapped around Andy's hand and began to swirl the wine. "You have to aerate it." After a few seconds of swirling the wine, the editor guided it up to the young woman's lips. Brown eyes flickered from Miranda's to the warm hand on hers. "This time when you sip, let it coat your tongue. Let it caress you from tip to back…" Andy shivered slightly and tipped the glass. She did as she was told and hummed in contentment. Icy blue eyes regarded Andy through dark lashes. "Better?" A purr sounded from deep in the editor's alabaster throat. Andy nodded, raised her glass, and tried to change the mood before she did something she would regret. Miranda smirked and reached for her glass from earlier and mimicked the girl.
"To our new friendship…" Andy moved to clink her glass against Miranda's, but the older woman pulled away.
"May it bloom and grow." With that, Miranda tipped her glass and the two glasses met in a kiss instead of a clink. Both women sipped their wine and settled into a comfortable silence. Miranda shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, and stared into her glass of wine that was cradled in both her hands.
"What did you want to say earlier?" Andy broke the silence, turning to the older woman. Miranda fumbled with her words before she looked into Andy's eyes.
"Well…" Miranda played with the stem of her glass. "Are you a lesbian?" Andy sighed; she should have known it was headed in this direction.
"I don't really know. I've dated men; I never had a lesbian relationship or experience." Miranda nodded and settled back, stretching an arm over the back of the couch where the younger woman sat.
"You're not straight though?" Thin, long fingers played along the pattern of the couch as bright blue orbs followed the arch of the young woman's back.
"Where were you when, I was trying to figure this out last month?" With a raspy chuckle, Miranda stilled her finger.
"I'm not sure it is figured out." Andy glanced back at the other woman. "Who's the woman that… made you switch teams?" A finger flew out and pointed at the fashionista.
"No, I'm not embarrassing myself more by telling you who did this to me." Miranda nodded and returned to her wine. Andy lowered her defenses, but felt she should stay alert.
"Someone from work then?" A playful glare was thrown her way, and the owner of those chocolate brown eyes let it slide. "It's nothing to be ashamed about; almost every woman questions their sexuality at one point in their lives." The younger woman wanted, so desperately, to ask if she had any such experience, but that's one thing she knew she could never ask Miranda. Andy shrugged her shoulders in defeat and faced forward once again. "Emily?" With one eye closed and the other just barely peeking out from its lids, the young woman cringed at Miranda. "She's attractive. I'm shallow when it comes to my employees. No one who works for me will ever be unattractive." A smirk spread across full lips as the girl's expression eased.
"So, you think I'm attractive?" Like a tennis match, Andy served and Miranda counter hit.
"You're quite fetching, Andrea." Pale fingers reached and plucked at the silver locks of the wig. Thundering steps sounded from the stair case and suddenly miniature versions of Elphaba and Glinda appeared before them. Miranda pulled back her hand as if it were on fire. Cassidy turned to her green painted sister and whispered almost inaudibly to their mother's trained ears.
"I told you they liked each other." With wide eyes, the older woman stood and placed her glass on the table in front of her.
"Alright. Everyone ready?" Andy tipped her glass back and drained the wine.
"You have to put your fangs back in." With a roll of her gorgeous blue eyes, Miranda went upstairs; when she returned, here eye make-up was darkened and her lips were the same color of the dress, making her lips look like rose petals. Brown eyebrows arched and a whispered "Youch" slipped past the young woman's lips. "You look hot as a vampire." Both redheaded girls whipped around to stare at Andy. Her mouth watered as nausea settled in her stomach. She smacked herself mentally. Why would you say that out loud? Unknown to Andy,Miranda had brought down the white fur that was crucial to her costume and tossed it at her in a familiar fashion. The older woman ushered her girls out the door and pressed a hand to Andy's lower back, nearly pressing herself against the young woman's side.
"I vant to suck your blood." Chills ran down her spin, making her muscles tighten and her head tingle deliciously. When she recovered, Miranda was already out the door.
"Don't let Irv hear you say that; he'll take it literally." Andy closed and locked the door behind her all the while smiling to herself, lost in the memory of her boss' hand against her back. She realized that her secret crush has been… friendly as of late and wondered if Miranda was normally like this with her friends. Before the girl slipped into the car, she pushed both arms through the jacket and hopped in. The night went on without a hitch; the girls went house to house with both adults tailing them. A few of the houses they went to tried to scare all four women, majority failed except for a mansion on the corner of Miranda's street. The front yard was piled in leaves and the house was dark. A black cat crossed their paths and the brunette cursed the feline then turned to face a silver arched eyebrow. "Yes, I'm superstitious." As soon as they stepped foot on the porch, two men jumped out from the leaves making the young woman jump back. She collided with a warm body and realized she was in her boss' arms. Warm brown eyes locked on to bright blue before both women pulled away from each other. Caroline and Cassidy stood nudging each other with huge grins.
"Any reason to touch me…" Miranda joked while Andy glared.
"As I recall, you had your arms around me." She averted her baby blue eyes with hints of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Yes, well… Let's wrap this up and go home girls." Miranda watched while the girls ran up to the door avoiding the men who stood there in looking highly aroused at the display from the two adult women. They retrieved their candy and went back home. As soon as that front door opened, the twins rushed inside and spilled the contents of their pumpkins on the floor. "Not too much girls. And you must brush your teeth very well before bed." A motherly glow spread over the editor while she watched her children pick out their favorite candy and trade if they needed to. With a smile, Andy moved up behind Miranda and leaned over.
"I have to go; I have something I have to do at home." Miranda hugged her body and walked Andy to the door. "Ok, well I'll see you Monday." With a nod of her silvery head, the editor opened the door for the brunette.
"I'll see you then." An awkward moment past where they didn't know how to end the night, but Miranda just bowed her head. "Goodnight, Andrea." The young woman smiled and returned the bow.
"Goodnight, Miranda." Andy turned and began walking down the street.