Devil Wears Prada - Devil Mountain Sounds
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Chapter Rating: T (Next chapter will be M)
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.
Immediately after returning to their old room Serena and Emily lay down on their bed both slightly frustrated at the current times. Neither too worried about their clothes, knowing they would have to change before dinner. Serena wore a Michael Kors loose white knit sweater that hung loosely around her. Alexander McQueen's white cropped skull stud trousers on the bottom that had engraved button and rivets. A single skull stud rested on the front pocket showing of her inner punk. Even though the weather outside was beyond freezing, the ex-model wasn't going to give up her spiked heels she so loved. Valentino ruffle-front suede knee boots allowed her to keep her feet warm while retaining her high heels. Unfortunately, these would be harder for her girlfriend to remove, but they were certainly 'fuck me' shoes. They had a double-ruffled front that run all the way up to her knees. The suede looked painted on. Made in Italy instead of those cheap sweat shops in China. After all they were designer and only the best quality for Valentino.
Emily donned a moss green mélange Marc Jacobs tinker thermal sweater that had ribbed sleeves, neckline, and hem. Elastic pulled the cropped waist at the rear in a tight bunch. Below the sweater lay Versace skinny black cropped high waisted trousers closed by a gold colored Medusa button. Always insensible, the Brit had to wear Oscar de la Renta ankle high Bella heels that just barely cover the foot against the cold. The shoes were a labyrinth of skinny black leather straps. Made of dark grey flannel these booties keep her feet mildly warm at least.
Serena and Emily were both very frustrated. Emily more so because she was going to be locked in a house for a while and would probably go stir crazy. She would undoubtedly drive her girlfriend insane as well. Though, this isn't what bothered the illustrious ex-model. Serena was more upset about her girlfriend being tense now that she was forced to be under the same roof as her boss for a whole week. The Brit was likely to faint from worry and stress.
Smiling to herself Serena rolls on top of her frustrated girlfriend to straddle the first assistant's hips. Emily is a pretty enough girl, but Serena was very upset that the girl was always going on these crazy dangerous diets. She could've sworn that this whole day she only saw Emily eat two pieces of cube cheese. Oh yes the cheese diet was one of the Brazilin woman's least favorite diets. This diet always made her moody.
Of course ex-model receives stares all the time. She is a beautiful tall woman that every man and many women would love to do. This didn't help her grouchy redhead. The woman's possessive nature tended to take control. Emily has been known to crush her lips to Serena's in a bruising kiss when in a crowd of Serena's admirers. The Brit's sense of confidence in their relationship could be shaken at the worst of times. It didn't help that Serena had her ex-boyfriend's name tattooed on her ass.
Running her hands up Emily's sides, Serena takes in the vision before her with utter fascination. The first assistant is certainly a looker. Bringing down her face to hover about the redhead, their breath mingles only centimeters apart. No longer being able take the distance Emily pushes her head the last bit of the distance to try to crush their lips. Serena doesn't allow her to take over; she keeps her face at enough of a distance to keep their kissing light.
Emily's frustration continued to grow. Between her boss and lover, she was going to go mental. With her extreme desire for her partner wearing on her patients, she flips them over, running her hands down to the hem of Serena's Michael Kors sweater. The first assistant barely takes her lips away to remove the offending clothing standing in her way. The ex-model is wearing a La Perla lace red bra. Her tan skin was the perfectly uniform without one tan line. Thick dark nipples were already straining against the lace fabric. Emily smirked at the wonderful need before her. Oh yeah, her girl wanted her.
After unzipping her girlfriend's pants the Brit realizes that the boots will not let her pull the jeans down the beautiful sculpted legs. Slithering down the body in front of her, Emily is quick to yank at the boots while trying to unzip them from the leg. The sooner they came off the sooner they could get to the fun. Upon hearing Serena giggle at her miserable efforts on the last shoe, Emily quickly yanks it hard one last time to get the boot off. She moves back up kissing her girl's stomach before whispering, "Lift your hips, honey."
With Serena's hips lifted the first assistant began to peel away the skin tight clothing. Emily seems not to care that she is wrinkling the clothes the woman before her will have to wear the next few days. Her boss will be unpleased, but all she cares about is claiming her girl. "Turn around, baby. I want to play with that beautiful ass of yours."
Emily loved to get her girl going and refuse to touch her the way she so desperately needed her. The Brit would never admit it, but she was definitely an ass girl. Serena had a nice ass even though it was tiny. She didn't mind the size as long as she still got to play with it.
The first assistant's eyes immediately glue on the tattoo of Serena's ex-boyfriend. Before she can help herself, the jealousy has welled up within her. Serena didn't think of the silly boy anymore. Emily just needed to convince herself of that. He was her past and that she was her present. Time to show her girl who she belonged to, smirking to herself, Emily has the perfect idea. At least it was perfect in her nutrient deprived head.
"Andrea," Miranda called walking down the staircase leading to the open floor plan of the first floor at B&B. The kitchen and living room had no wall separating them nor were they separated from the laundry room and the dining room. Everything about the first floor was open except for the guest half bath and master bedroom that Emily and Serena now occupied.
Andy, knowing that she had to make her boss's steak perfect, didn't turn around from her work. Instead, the brunette just held her hand out slightly leaning the direction she thought Miranda would be in. Normally, the Ice Queen would have been angry at anyone else acting like this, but for her Andrea, Miranda would accept anything from her beautiful assistant, just not in front of the others.
"May I take over for you while you talk with the girls?" The editor stood close behind her assistant. She could still pass the closeness off as being from handing over the phone, but still she stayed within the personal space a little longer than necessary. Andrea could swear that she felt the silver haired goddess's breath on her neck. Brushing it off as her own imagination, Andy turned to face her imposing boss.
"No, Miranda. I have got it all set here. You took longer than expected upstairs so I am about done. If you would like you can go tell the others that dinner will be ready in ten minutes, but if you don't want to I don't mind doing it after talking with the girls." No way was the woman expecting her boss to actual go and tell the others. That was above the editor after all.
"If it will help, then I will be happy to go inform the others." Miranda didn't even look back heading first to the master bedroom to notify her first assistant and ex-model. She wanted to give the girl as much time with her daughters before they got too bored with talking to the adults. The editor obviously did not know her girls well enough if she thought they'd ever get bored of her and Andy. They absolutely adored them both, enjoying ever little moment they got with them.
It wasn't strange for the twins to be so fond of Andy. She was good to them. Being able to tell them apart didn't hurt either. Stephan never could do that. It was something that had bothered Miranda greatly when married to him. Most of the time she would just grin and bear whatever the man did, but she always corrected him on their names. With the doe eyed girl, she never had to do that.
The twins loved Andy like a second mother, though they would never admit that too Miranda. Andrea listened to them more than anyone else in their lives. Despite their original speculation about the brunette's reasons for hanging with them, they had found that Andrea actually had no ulterior motive. Their first reactions towards her may not have been nice, but Andy forgave the twins for their past transgressions. It was normal for them to play mean tricks on assistants. If the Ohioan had been a psychiatrist, she would have blamed it attention seeking. Andy knew better, she had known these girls for several months now. She had learned many things in that time. Not many things surprised her as much as the realization that the twins played mean tricks in order to protect their mother. They were only trying to keep away the incompetent assistants that their mother always complained about. In their developing young minds, much of their mother's stress and work was caused by this incompetence.
The girls had soon learned that Andy was actually a good person that sometimes even made their mother smile. It was rare thing to see Miranda Priestly smile. Sure she smirked all the time, but did she smile? No, but that probably had something to do with never having anything done right the first time. All the incompetence could drive even a sane man mad.
Andrea got to spend time with the twins on Sundays when they weren't with their father. They rarely stayed home. It was a day of adventure for all of them. Sometimes they'd go to the zoo. Andy made a special effort to take the girls to the new exhibits at the different museums. The twins even got the opportunity to meet Lily on a couple occasions. The brunette hadn't made up fully with her friend, but they were at least on speaking terms now. Lily tended to resent Miranda. Andy had to make sure that Lily didn't know they were Miranda's kids whenever she took them out to Lily's art gallery.
It had surprised Miranda's second assistant that the twins had actually never stepped foot into Runway before. One Sunday, a couple weeks ago, Andrea took it upon herself to take the twins to Miranda's sanctuary. It was a good thing that brunette was the second assistant because she was able to schedule a fake appointment for her boss at the exact time they would be there. At first, Miranda hadn't been happy with her employee, but after seeing how excited her girls were she couldn't stay mad. She wasn't able to spend a lot of time with them that week and taking them on a tour through Runway definitely made up for it. The editor didn't tell her assistant, but she was very grateful that the young woman had thought to have the girls tour her work.
"Andy!" The twins spoke in unison holding their nanny's phone between them.
"Hey munchkins, did your mom tell you about the blizzard?" Andy continued to move through the kitchen with the phone cradled between her ear and shoulder.
"Yeah, she told us. Are you two really sharing a room?" The girl had a softer tone when she spoke. This was obviously Cassidy.
Caroline, however, was willing to speak what was on both twins' minds. "Holy shit! You know that she never shares a room with anyone. Not even with Stephan or dad. They always had separate rooms."
"Whoa, hold on you two, and Caroline watch your language. You know how your mother feels about that." Foul language was a nasty habit. Andy didn't want the twins to pick up any more than their mother did.
"Sorry Andy."
"Now what do you mean your mother never shares a room? It was her idea to share." Andrea stopped cooking the steaks for a moment in order to give her attention completely to the twins.
Sorry this was done so late on Friday, but I didn't have it finished earlier because this week has been hectic. I had to work on it up until now. Ok so till next time.