I do not own DWP I have just borrowed the characters for inspiration.

Rate M for Mirandy time.

The heads of each department were sitting in the meeting room. So far Miranda had not heard a lot for the Men's issue. Yes they would have Armani, Ralph Lauren, and Calvin Klein, they were the standbys. She finally came to Nigel hoping her longtime friend and soon to be Editor in Chief of Runway would come through for her.

Nigel grinned, "I have all the models set up. From soccer David Beckman, swimming Michael Phelps, baseball Derek Jeter, and football Peyton Manning."

Miranda stared at the man. What the hell was his secret? Just then Emily burst into the room.

"Emily." Miranda glared.

Emily laid a slip of paper in front of her. Miranda picked it up and arched an eyebrow. How the hell did the two of them do it? "It seems we have not only a designer but a photographer too, Milan Vukmirovic from Trussarde 1911. Emily, Nigel, it is yours. Set it up. Have Andréa do the article." Miranda stood up and left.

Nigel smiled at Emily and surprisingly she smiled back.

The Men's issue was due out the same time as New York Fashion Week. The week would be full but not as busy as last year since Vogue would be host this time around. Runways special issue was the talk of the runways not to mention the other three fabulous issues put out in the last year, and Miranda was not done yet. She expected the Men's Issue to be just as big, it was ground breaking.

Miranda watched in the background as Nigel and Emily supervised the shoots for the men. Nigel was right. Emily would be able to handle Teen Runway without any problem. Emily got more out of the men than Nigel did. This did not sit well with Serena. Miranda had to laugh as she watched the scenarios play out. Emily would definitely be in the dog house tonight. All she had to do was flutter those long gorgeous lash and the men did anything for her. Andy seemed to be getting lots of good information from the men for her article. Thanks to her upbringing with her Father and Brother she could wind her way around sports talk with the best of them.

Emily came over to where Miranda was standing as the men were going in for their last changes. "We have a surprise for you from Ellen." Miranda looked at Emily, arched an eyebrow, and Emily just grinned. "Watch."

Out walked all four men in nothing but their underwear, and it was all the same with Ellen's named plastered all around the waist band.

Miranda stared at the men then at Emily.

Emily was grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed over her chest, "She sells them on the shows web page. They are a huge hit with all the stars. She hands them out as gifts if you're on her show. The younger people love them."

Nigel was thunder struck.

"Emily you better go help Nigel before he falls over." Miranda walked out of the room grinning.

Miranda immediately headed back to her office and penned a quick note: Ellen, your contribution to our Men's Issue will make a many women and men drool on our pages. I thank you. Miranda. "Corinne, send a good bottle of wine with this."

Corinne took the note out to her desk opened it up to see who it was to go to. As she read the note her face turned beet red. Miranda witnessed this and smirked.

Yes it was going to be a hit. Word was put out in the field that Runway once again had a show stealer for Fashion Week and presale orders were up once again. Irv was going to lose the rest of his hair. Serves him right after all the grief he had given her. If it had not been for Glenda his wife some of Miranda's best work would have never been published. Miranda was in deep thought.

That night Andréa came home long after Miranda did. She walked up to the study where Miranda was going over The Book. Andy was smiling brightly as she walked over and kissed Miranda lightly.

"Well, what brings that beautiful smile to your radiant face?" Mused Miranda.

Andréa laughed. "I never thought I would be happy about this but I started my period today. Dr. Edwards said we could start the injections in four days. We can try to make a baby right after Fashion Week." Miranda smiled, stood up and gathered Andréa into her arms and kissed her deeply.

"Sweetheart I am going to take you up to the bedroom and I am going to rip your clothes off then ..."

Andréa grabbed Miranda's hand, turned and pulled her out of the study, "woman stop talking and just do it!"

Miranda laughed, once inside the bedroom Andréa turned in Miranda's arms and pulled her close. Andréa's eyes were smoldering. Miranda pushed Andréa over to the bed and quickly disposed of her clothing. Andréa crawled up onto the bed and inched across the mattress until she was in the center. Andréa took her middle finger and motioned for Miranda to follow her.

Miranda did not lose eye contact with the naked woman kneeling in the middle of her bed. She slowly removed her clothing and crawled onto the bed and over to Andréa, but she did not stop there. She kept going until she had Andréa lying down and she was hovering over the naked body.

Andréa reached up to caress Miranda's face. Miranda leaned back. "No."

Andréa looked shocked, "No?"

"You are not to move."

Andréa smiled and laid her hand back down.

Miranda leaned in close. "Andréa I am going to kiss you."

Andréa lifted her head.

"No," Miranda commanded, "you are not to move."

Miranda moved in closer.

"But Miranda." Andréa turned her head.

"No. Do not move." Miranda's lips were barely touching Andréa's skin.

Andréa was breathing deeply, "Miranda I want ..."

"No." Miranda laid her entire body on top of Andréa. Andréa was shaking. Andréa once again tried to move her head.

Lips on top of Andréa's Miranda purred, "do not move." Andréa closed her eyes and came. Miranda pressed her lips tight to Andréa's.

New York Fashion Week came and on day one the Men's Issue came out. Miranda made sure enough copies were printed so that they would not run out. With all the clothing houses in town she wanted to make sure they all saw it. Runway was gone before it could be delivered. Everywhere Miranda and Andréa went they were praised with the layout and Andréa's article. The models received lots of attention. Every news station shared the pictures of the men in their Ellen underwear.

Ellen spent the first half of her show that day on the picture of the men modeling her underwear. Copies of Runway was given out to everyone in the audience and there was a contest for best looking sports figure in the underwear.

Day two mirrored day one as news got out of the pictures that were in it. Every night Miranda and Andréa fell into bed exhausted, but not until after Miranda gave Andréa her shot and kiss did they go to sleep.

The week was finally over and rumors were running rampant that Miranda and Runway would sweep the awards in Paris. Miranda knew this was a silly illusion. Runway may deserve to sweep the awards but Paris would never allow it, but it was unquestionably a nice thought.