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Part 6

"So you got me out here…now what?" The words slipped from Serena's mouth in a rush since they had walked out of the Villa and were now on a solar-lit path. They had walked in silence for a few moments and it was starting to get to the Brazilian.

Emily lifted an eyebrow, looking vaguely startled, and now felt like an idiot for dragging this woman out here like a crazed jealous girlfriend when they weren't that. Now she couldn't even seem to form words. "Now what?" she repeated in a squeak.

"Yeah..um now what?" Serena said again in a stark voice. She was feeling so uncomfortable in the moment, and not even sure why.

The reply was swift and a little short. "I'm not sure, okay?"

"Okay," Serena drawled, her full mouth twisted "Well, maybe since you got me out here, we could just walk." She looked up over Emily's shoulder and gazed at the blue moon in the distance. '"It's a nice night out. You don't get a sky like this back in New York." She then offered her a smile. "Hell, it's not often we get a night off." She held out an arm for Emily to take, even though she was awfully nervous.

Emily took a breath, finding it hard to fill her lungs as she stared at the proffered arm. "Okay, but not too long; these heels are dreadfully uncomfortable."

Serena's mouth twitched, a pleased muscle jumping in her jaw. "I get that." A huge smile split her lips once Emily's arm was looped into her own. "I am glad I get to do this with you," she dared to voice, and was glad that her tone was even.

Emily inhaled slowly, almost as if the next words were too hard for her to say, but managed anyway. "I am too, and so you know I wanted to dance with you, but I …" she paused to take an annoyed breath.

"But what?"

"I…" Emily groaned. "I can't dance."

Serena halted her steps and faced the Brit. "Are you serious?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "No, I just wanted to see your stupid reaction. What the hell?"

Serena slowly shook her head, but held out a hand. "Take it," she commanded.

"Wha.." Emily's brow furrowed.

"Take it," Serena repeated, cutting her off, and grinned once Emily conceded and placed a hand in hers. "Now I am going to teach you how to dance."

"Oh, uh no, I am good," Emily said, trying to take her hand back.

Serena re-fixed her hold. "No," she rebutted and yanked her forward. "Now don't let that beautiful night's sky down, Emily."

With a huff Emily gave in. "Fine, what do I do?"

"Well," Serena grinned, and decided to tease her. "Okay first, you put your right foot in."

Emily peered down at her foot and stepped in. "Now good," Serena praised. "Now take your right foot out," the blonde said, showing her with her own foot, and Emily followed.

Serena pointed at her foot. "And now back out." She watched Emily follow her and couldn't help but smile at how cute the other woman looked. "Now, shake it all about."

Finally catching on, Emily suddenly stopped and glared at her friend. "Really? I should smack you…can't believe I listened to you," she vented, crossing her arms over her chest. "The hokey pokey Serena? I bloody ass trusted you!"

On impulse Serena wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. "Oh come on, you were doing really good," she said, giving her a mock pout.

Emily found she was staring at this woman's pouty lips and her heart raced at the thought of tasting them. Clearing her throat, she stepped out of her embrace. "Let's just walk, and this time we are stealing the car."

"Why?"

Emily shrugged as she started to walk back up the path. "I'm craving a cheeseburger from some fast-food outfit, something I haven't had in years."

"What about your cheese diet?"

"Didn't you hear me? I did say cheeseburger."

…..

Miranda took a deep breath, surprised to find that this was more difficult than she had originally envisioned as they stood silently next to each other in the small quiet confines of the elevator lift. Her eyes drifted to their joined hands, and she rather liked how her hand fit in nicely with Andy's. The very few times in her life she had held hands with a man, their hands were large and the fat fingers that slid in-between her own always stretched them out. Not to mention how rough they were, even if they were banker's hands. It had been such a long time since she actually enjoyed such a simple affectionate gesture. She had to admit that, even if it wasn't out loud.

"Hey," Andy rasped tenderly, and her gaze was so sincere that Miranda had to look away. Now she understood why she never let anyone ride in the elevators with her. "How are you feeling?" the brunette asked, so full of concern that it took the older woman clenching her teeth together to hold off the emotions that were riding up her throat.

"I'm fine," Miranda replied quietly. Her voice hitched slightly so she cleared her throat.

The elevator's doors opened and she followed her down the hall toward the last door on the right. Andy was relieved that Miranda hadn't said much, or protested at all once they were tucked up inside the lift. Once the key card activated the lock, Andy had to let go of Miranda's hand and instantly she felt the loss of her warmth. She held the door open for her. "Here we are."

"I see that," Miranda said slowly. Her lips twitched slightly as her Prada heels now quieted from going from the tile in the hall to the soft plush of carpet in the nice suite.

The door jangled shut and now Miranda noticed how this situation looked. Groaning softly, she wished she had fought harder to get away from this woman and all of her pent up feelings.

"Here," Andy pointed toward the bed. "Sit relax, try to get your bearings. I'll get you some water."

Miranda carefully took a spot on the edge of the bed, and that's when she noticed the sofa tucked in the corner of the room. Why did she want me on the bed? No, no, don't go there. She watched Andy pull out a couple of water bottles from the mini fridge and then she opened one for her and smiled at her as she handed it to her. "Here, drink up… it will help."

Miranda's head felt heavy, as did her eyes, and it fell back on its own accord. "God," she groaned.

Apprehension filtered across Andy's forehead. "Hey maybe you should lie down."

Miranda groaned again. "It… will wrinkle my …my uh dress." She felt a small amount of bile slowly climb up her throat and her face strained in disgust as she had to swallow it back down.

"I can get you something to change into. it's not La Perla or Derek Rose, but it's comfy and I can hang up your dress," she suggested.

Miranda finally took a sip of water, clearly gathering her thoughts. She shakily placed the bottle down carefully on the table across from her before resting her forehead in her hands. "Oh god….I shouldn't have drunk that. Shit."

"Yeah, sorry," Andy agreed, watching with concern. Hesitating, she tried to decide for the older woman, and finally sighed as she gathered a few things from her drawer. "Here just put this on."

Miranda pulled her head up and gave Andy a look so hard she thought she might melt from it. "Oh please; you're not in any shape to argue with me. Just do it!" Andy commanded.

"If you insist," Miranda relented, grabbing the clothes that were offered to her. Standing up on wobbly legs, Andy was instantly at her side and slipping a comforting hand to her waist. "Andrea," the older woman warned. "I can do this without any assistance, least of all from you."

"Of course you can, but slip off those heels first; it may be easier to get out of that dress." Andy smirked, and carefully let go of Miranda's hip. "I'll go change in there." She grabbed her things and left.

Miranda glared at her until she slipped into the bathroom, and then groaned quietly as she fell back on the bed, clutching the item in her hands and that's when she noticed the fine silk on her skin. She raised it up to get a better look at the article of clothing that Andy had shoved into her arms. After seeing exactly what it was she couldn't help the wide grin on her face, even though the room was spinning slightly. She finally managed to get out of her dress and slip into the burgundy sleep shirt just before Andy came in dressed in a similar one. Right away Miranda narrowed in on long shapely legs, then chastised herself for doing that so obviously in front of her former assistant.

Andy sported a grin as Miranda checked her out. "I'm assuming you approve."

God yes! Her mind seized momentarily, and then suddenly it occurred to her that Andrea was talking about her sleep shirt. She just thought I was looking at her nightwear. Thank goodness she didn't realize I was actually checking her out. "Donna Karan? Honestly, Andrea, I could have sworn I was going to get something from the Gap. I guess you did learn a thing or two from me after all."

Andy's eyes shined with delight as she glided up next to the editor. "More than you know," she whispered almost next to her ear, which made Miranda's body shiver with desire, and she wished with everything in her that the younger woman didn't notice.

Miranda had to blink a few times as she took a careful step back. Is she flirting with me? They were still close, too close for the older woman's liking, so she added another step back to gain some distance between them. She must have done it a little too quickly, because suddenly it made her sway just a bit. The brunette noticed it and once again was in the older woman's space, steadying her by placing a hand under her elbow. Now she was staring at Andy's full lips, and in the haze of her buzz and her attraction, Miranda's fingers started shaking and she dropped her dress.

The funny thing was she didn't even care that her Valentino was now crumpled up on the floor. All she wanted was to feel Andrea's arms around her, but instead her former assistant was now bent over picking up her dress.

"I got it," Andy told her former boss, picking up the black dress from the floor. She now had a perfect view of Miranda's bare legs. She berated herself for checking her out like that, but damn it, she was only human. She exhaled a deep breath as she stood back up and this time avoided all eye contact with those piercing blue eyes before she did something rash and actually kissed this woman breathless. "I'll hang this up. I laid some things out for you in the bathroom. A toothbrush… and some facial cleansers," Andy rambled, feeling that her nerves were on high. "Don't worry, it's all Chanel," she added.

Miranda had to get away, and now she was in the bathroom staring at her reflection. She was starting to wonder how in the hell she even got herself in the position of staying in Andrea's room. Then that bile that was floating up her throat was back, and the room spun a little more reminding her exactly why she was there. She couldn't take the way her stomach was flipping another second, before she lifted the lid to the toilet just in time before all the contents in her stomach now resided in the water below.

"Miranda?" Andy was beside her, and the older woman blinked. She could not remember seeing her even come into the bathroom, hell she couldn't remember how long she was sitting on the floor by the toilet. "Hey, are you all right?" Her voice was full of concern and worry.

"Do I look all right to you?" Miranda replied honestly, and then smacked her lips. Her mouth was dry, and the taste alone was making her want to revisit her previous position. "I am ... never drinking again." She was forced to swallow again, with difficulty.

Andy pulled her up and helped her over to the sink. "Here try to brush, and then let's get you into bed."

….

Andy opened her eyes and remained still as she took in her surroundings with tiredness. She was lying in the bed in her room at the Villa. She glanced at the clock to her right on the nightstand, which revealed that she had twenty minutes before the alarm would sound and she would have to get ready to go meet Orlando for the Entertainment Tonight thing. Stretching slightly back, she finally woke up enough to register she was completely surrounded by a most delicate warmth, and then noticed a smooth arm was draped across her abdomen under the covers. She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips as she reached down and traced a finger over the smoothness of the hand that held her tenderly. Miranda Priestley had sometime during the night reached out for her and basically curled her body around Andy's, and was now using her as a pillow. The brunette didn't mind it, she didn't mind it at all, and she continued to smile as she felt the older woman's chin resting on her shoulder, her breath warm against her neck.

Andy could feel the soft skin of her legs pressed nicely alongside her own, and now she was starting to feel her nipples tighten against her shirt. Her respiration sped up as the older woman moved just a little, letting her skin slide smoothly against her own. A slight moan vibrated through the younger woman, making her roll her eyes back in her head as she tried to ward off the heated chill that flashed through her body. Andy stiffened when Miranda's nose nuzzled deeper against the nape of her neck. Her thoughts kept betraying her; she knew that Miranda was doing this in her sleep, and although she wanted to turn over and kiss this woman awake, deep in her heart she knew better. One, Miranda didn't know what she was doing right now, and two, she was so sick last night, and shit three, she was her former boss and had no interest in her at all.

It took a lot of effort for Andy to pull her mind away from the topic of devouring the woman who was holding her, and she tried not to think about the welcome heat of Miranda's body that was making her oh so aroused.

She finally jerked herself free from Miranda's arm and body, and when she turned to gaze down at the other woman, her heart split in two from the sight. She looked so peaceful as she slept, hardly that larger than life woman that everyone perceived her as. "You are so beautiful," she whispered with a sad frown, knowing in her heart that this would be the only time she would ever see this woman like this, so vulnerable, so open. Groaning, Andy looked up at the ceiling to get a handle on her emotions, and in a frustrated breath flicked the alarm off before escaping to the bathroom to shower.

…..

Miranda woke up in a strange bed, and in an equally strange room. She cracked her eyes open more and with them widening, quickly closed them from the intrusive light that was shining through the balcony's clear doors. A hand shot up to her forehead where the intruding ache banged against her eyelids. "Fuck," she grumbled in anguish, and it took all of her energy to twist enough in the bed to swing her legs over the side. It took a moment for her sleepy hung-over clouded mind to identify and register exactly where she was.

"Oh god," she heaved, rubbing a weak hand over her face. She slowly gazed back across the bed, searching to see if Andrea was still there. Just tangled white sheets lay in the wake. She listened carefully, keen on her surroundings, waiting to see if she could hear anything, but the room was dead silent. Finally managing to stand up, she noticed the note on the night stand with her name on it.

Good Morning Miranda,

Hope you are feeling well, but after last night I seriously have my doubts. I told you more than once to drink the water, but if you notice, you barely had a sip.

Miranda removed her weary gaze from the note to where the full bottle of water rested. She muttered something under her breath that even she couldn't understand, and continued reading.

If you are wondering where I went off to, well that should be easy since we are both working women. I am in fact doing a work thing this morning. Sorry I couldn't be there to witness her highness awakening from her slumber.

Anyways, I will be busy most of the morning, and then I have a lunch date. I will meet you for our interview at the La Cienega trail head 5:00 p.m. sharp. I swear this time I will not be late. Feel free to order up lots of strong coffee, and I'm hoping you will take advantage of my hospitality and order you something to eat as well.

Oh I almost forgot, this evening for our interview, leave the heels behind. I know since I have packed for you before that you have packed an exercise outfit, so I strongly suggest you wear that.

See ya later,

Andy

Oh and one more thing….you are sooooo warm, and I never knew Miranda Priestley was a snuggler!

Being so disoriented, Miranda's natural accent tumbled out. "Oh good blimey hell! What did I bloody fucking do?"