Devil Wears Prada - Devil Mountain Sounds

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Chapter Rating: PG-13

Description: Miranda, Andrea, Nigel, Doug (who now works at Runway), Serena, and Emily get stuck at a shoot thanks to a blizzard. What will happen when Miranda and Andrea are forced to share a room? Will change rating to M after future chapters.

"Bloody hell. You don't think she is planning to kill her in her sleep do you?" Emily being Emily always jumped to this sort of scenario. Lucky the group now had Doug to even things out.

"No way, she likes having her as an assistant. It would totally be a waste of time and effort."

Nigel sighed at his crush's comment. Sometimes he got into these little childish spats with Emily like they were about to start now. Nigel and Serena quickly intervened by telling them to help them carry their bags up to their rooms. Andy continued to just stand there until they left the room. Finally gaining her wits, she grabbed Miranda's bags and moved them to the room they would be sharing.

The room was ugly to say the least. Bear skin rug on the floor, a dirty fireplace that smelled like burnt cheese every time a fire was lit, and a queen bed that looked too much like a double.

The bed was uncomfortably hard, and the blankets weren't near thick enough to protect the occupant from the freezing temperatures. The floors were hard wood so you always had to wear socks so as not to freeze your feet. It was a miserable pink color. One of those colors you might find in Dolorous Umbridge's house.

Miranda would certainly not be happy with this room. That was something Andrea feared greatly, Miranda being upset with her. She had loved the woman for quite some time and could handle her mood swings. She still cringed away on the inside when Miranda blamed Andy for not getting her way.

Andrea was brought out of her musings by the door opening revealing Miranda with her usual nightly whiskey in one hand and to Andrea's surprise, the young assistant's suitcase in the other.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You really didn't need to bring it up for me." Andrea was a bit embarrassed at having her meager suitcase brought up by her all-important boss.

"It's no trouble. The driver just left something on our porch before running away like a wounded animal. I thought it might have something to do with what you were whispering to him about early."

"Oh, he must have got the groceries I asked for."

"I thought the people owning this place might have the decency to leave of us food."

"They did. They are actually very nice. I just thought we could use a few extra things."

"Like what?"

"Oh you know this and that. If you'd like to see, you are more than welcome to come downstairs and watch me unpack." Andrea had said this sarcastically with no intentions of having Miranda go with her.

"Acceptable." Miranda nodded her head.

"Excuse me?" Andrea asked shocked for the second time today.

"Are you hard of hearing or just being silly because I think I was clear when I said that your little suggestion would be acceptable."

"Oh...ummm...yes, Miranda. We best go downstairs then."

Following Andrea downstairs, Miranda chose to sit at the kitchen table while Andrea brought in the bags and started to unwrap and put away some the items that she had requested.

"Why do we need steaks? I didn't know that they could stop a blizzard."

"Miranda, your sarcasm never gets old." Andrea was annoyed at her. She couldn't help snapping at her a little. They had grown almost friendly thanks to the girls, so Andy didn't feel too guilty snapping at her boss when she became too much for her. The young assistant was just trying to do something nice for her boss.

"What do you plan to do with the steaks?" Miranda felt badly for how she treated the girl, but there was no way that the fashion editor would be caught dead apologizing to an assistant.

"I plan to make us dinner. You usually have steak for lunch when you are feeling stressed. You haven't had steak since we got here. You normally have it twice a week. I figured you might like to have a little of home comforts."

If Miranda was touched by the gesture, she didn't show it. "And you plan to cook it?"

"As you so often like to say, I was dating 'the cook'. I think I learned a few tricks during my time with him."

Miranda had always hated Nate. She admitted to herself a month ago that the reason she hated Nate was because she was jealous of the cook. She couldn't help it. That man got to touch her Andrea, and as far as she was concerned no one should touch her Andrea except her. "I am sure you learned a few tricks, the question however remains if those were cooking skills."

Andy was shocked. Did her boss just insinuate that the skills she gained from her relationship with Nate were sexual? The cook was a vanilla in the bedroom and far from what Andrea usually looked for sexually. The second assistant was a little miffed by what Miranda was implying and decided to have a little fun with her. "Well I won't pretend that all my skills were purely learned in the kitchen, but then again Nate was always very adventurous having sex in places that weren't the bedroom."

She could have sworn that Miranda had actually let out a growl. "I'm sure that if you wanted, you could have another much more accomplished lover to feel the void the cook left."

"Miranda, I was just joking with you. Nate was not my cup of tea in the bedroom." Andrea said feeling bad about upsetting her friend.

The editor was becoming more intrigued with the conversation. No matter how much she knew she shouldn't continue the conversation she couldn't help but need more information about her secret love. "Oh... was he too 'adventurous' for you, Andrea?"

"Actual, he was too vanilla. I was joking before." The small town girl blushed furiously realizing what she had just revealed to her boss.

"Hmmm...good to know." Miranda said smirking. "So steak, I like mine…"

Andrea interrupted her. "Medium well and vegetables cooked with the same spice rub used on the steal."

"How'd you know that?" Miranda wasn't used to having people know her so well.

"I pick up your lunch everyday even though you never eat much of it, but I suppose you don't notice how things get in front of you."

"I notice enough," Miranda whispered a little embarrassed by the lack of attention she paid to the people in her life.

"It's ok Miranda; everyone knows that you are a busy woman." Andrea stopped preparing the steaks in favor of paying attention to her upset boss. The last time she had seen this much emotion from her boss was back in Paris. Andy wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth at this point.

"Well yes...I think I better call the girls before the storm turns off the power. I suppose they will want to talk with you as well Andrea."

Andy knew that Miranda was just trying to change the topic away from something so emotional. "Just bring down the phone when you're done and then I'll talk with them."

The next chapter will be up next week at this time.