Let's just say that my beta reader hates me right now.

However, I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Warning, it's basically smut so be prepared.

Enjoy and review.

Love, Dani.

Andrea was sure once Miranda's lips made contact with her neck she would pass out instantly and yet she was still standing, drowning in the feeling of Miranda's body pressed against hers. When Andrea became positively sure she couldn't take it anymore and her hands began working on taking off Miranda's blouse, the kiss was broken - although the spell of Miranda's touch still lingered on her skin. No words were shared between them while they walked up the stairs to the Editor's room, in fact the older woman didn't spare Andrea a single glance keeping her pace steady and forthright.

Andrea had to force herself to follow Miranda upstairs trying hard not to trip over her own feet while fighting something between panic and excitement that seemed to be quickly taking over her.

Once they reached the top of the stairs and Miranda motioned to the towards the second door Andrea's heartbeat quickened dangerously, there was no turning back. Even though Andrea and Miranda had already reached third base – as our delightful teenagers insist on putting it – there was a difference between going down on her boss in her office and making love to Miranda Priestly in the same bedroom she shared with her – if one can trust Elias Clark's rumors – soon to be ex-husband. The thought glued Andrea to the floor, since when had she decided to make love to Miranda? No, she kept telling herself, there was no love in whatever was about to happen between her and her boss.

Miranda's room was everything Andrea had expected, classy yet fashionable, organized and neat if Andrea hadn't been so nervous she would have laughed at the cerulean walls around them. The editor closed the door behind them and made towards the bed sitting on it, her legs crossed and a smile that seemed disturbingly predatory to Andrea.

"Why do you insist this awful habit of making me wait Andréa?"

That was it, the old "go big or go home" moment. It should be an easy choice, she had wanted Miranda since before Paris. She had wanted the silver-haired woman since her second month of employment at Elias-Clark, when fear had been replaced with urge and desire.

"Somethings are worth the wait"

"Feeling confident today, aren't we?" Miranda replied trying to disguise the smirk that was forming on her lips, she liked to be defied, to have someone pushing all her buttons in the right way. When one becomes the most powerful woman in the fashion industry no one dares to ask questions or discuss points of view. Andrea was refreshing if nothing else.

Only then, with Miranda sitting in front of her in a dim light did she take a moment to really look at the woman whose perfection others were too baffled or terrified to admire to its fullest extent. The fashion empress was wearing a one of a kind black and white Céline dress, the charcoal lace embellished neckline enhanced her eyes and the curved waist fitting Miranda perfectly. That was the thing about Miranda, she never had to try to fit in a dress, the dress had to fit her.

"By all means Andréa do move at a glacial pace" Miranda's voice turned the girl's attention from her dress back to her lips and that was Andrea's undoing.

This time there was no attempt to be deçicate with her touch, her lips captured Miranda's who quickly responded to the kiss with equal commitment, Andrea's hands found their way quickly to the editor's silky short hair, pulling the older woman closer. Miranda's hands were all over her assistant's back, her nails scraping mercilessly at the fabric of the girl's jacket. Andrea moved so she was straddling the older woman never once breaking the kiss that was slowly leaving them both breathless. Once Andrea was on top of her the editor's hands quickly moved to her legs holding the girl in place while her mouth initiated a fierce attack to the pale skin of the younger woman's neck. Andrea hissed when the editor's lips touched a dark spot left by the older woman at their last private meeting but when she felt Miranda move – probably to check on her – her nails sank deeper into the silver hair showing the editor how eager Andrea was to feel her, making the older woman smile against the girl's neck before resuming to her previous quest.

"You're way too over dressed Miranda" Andrea let out breathlessly before unconsciously rolling her hips against her boss moved by the throbbing feeling between her tights.

"No one is ever too dressed Andrea, I thought I'd taught you better" if Miranda had been able to disguise the hoarse tone in her voice that could have passed as a sort of scolding but she hadn't.

"You can either take that dress off or have me rip it off you right now, your choice La Priestly"

"You wouldn't" Miranda replied in clear defiance.

"Try me" Andrea's glare was decisive and left no room for doubts.

Andrea got up from Miranda's lap and without taking her eyes off her assistant, the editor took off her dress a little bit slower than strictly necessary earning her an impatient groan from the younger woman. However, once the dress was on the floor and Miranda's underwear was on display in front of her, Andrea was lost for words- How was it possible for a 50 years old woman to have a body like that without making a pact with the Devil? -once that thought crossed her mind Andrea started to see the irony behind Miranda's nickname at the office. After all, maybe the editor was indeed the Devil in Prada.

It didn't take long for the fashion empress' underwear to follow her dress leaving a very naked Miranda in front of Andrea.

"It seems like it's your turn caríssima, let's put your money where your mouth is, shall we?"

Andrea could swear she had never taken her clothes off quicker than then, when she heard a gasp coming from Miranda's mouth she knew that all that time spent at the gym hadn't been a waste and she made a mental note to thank her personal trainer later.

Andrea wasn't quite sure who had given the first step towards the other but soon enough they were both naked falling onto the bed and Miranda was on top of her.

If people knew how warm Miranda's skin actually felt against Andrea, they would never call her the Ice Queen again. The kisses between them became more desperate as their bodies moved together, one of Miranda's legs was thoroughly pressed against Andrea's center so every time the editor moved it became a pleasant torture to Andy, one that she was happy to endure.

However, making out wasn't enough anymore, she needed to feel Miranda on her fingers, to listen to the editor whimpering and moaning for her so she moved her hand between them and when her fingers made contact with Miranda's clit the eagerly awaited sound came turning Andrea into an addict.

Miranda on top of her rolling her hips against Andrea's hand was truly a sight to be held, the girl found Miranda's small perfect breasts moving at a controlled pace to be quite mouthwatering and she decided to indulge her desire and wrapped her lips around a pink nipple.

The sound that left the editor's lips was something Andrea had never expected from her boss, it seemed almost savage and was followed by a hastiness in Miranda's movements that became almost painful to Andrea's hand and yet the younger woman couldn't even think about complaining as she found herself staring in awe at her boss.

Andrea could feel Miranda's walls clutching around her fingers, it was wet and warm and sinful and everything she had ever dreamed, so she did the only thing she could think off and provided Miranda another finger while her mouth returned to her right breast biting down on it as if her life depended on it.

When Miranda came down crashing around her fingers Andrea held her limp body without withdrawing her fingers from the editor's wetness.

Andrea remained in a state of pure bliss for a few minutes and then four words made brought her world crashing down on her.

"You can go now"