Author: Fanchiction
Title: Be Okay (Part 2)
Pairing: Mirandy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Andy and Miranda try to make their unconventional little family work.
A/N: Sorry that it took me a lifetime 1/2 to update this. My dad and my sister have been in the hospital... Between that and school and work... Well you get the point. :) The next part will be up sooner rather than later.
the dog, the happy couple, the twins, the pride & joy, the ex-boyfriend, and the ex-husband.
Emily Charlton was not a fool. She was, in fact, quite clever. Which is why she'd noticed when Andy'd disappeared into Miranda's office. Of course she'd noticed. She'd been noticing.
The phone rang and the Brit's jaw tensed. Andy was supposed to answer Miranda's calls, even if this was her last week at Runway. Andy was the second assistant-- Not Emily. Not anymore. She pressed her thin lips together and picked up the phone. "Miranda Priestly's office," she huffed.
"This is her husband. Listen, my driver's still on vacation and my flight got in early, so I had hers to come and pick me up. Tell her to be ready in a few minutes."
Emily nearly choked. "You're coming here? To the office?"
"Yeah. Thanks Andrea--"
"No, I'm not--" click. Emily growled in the back of her throat. The nerve of that man. She most certainly wasn't--
"Andrea! Fucking Andrea!" She shot up from her desk and gave Miranda's door a good knock.
No answer.
She gave another and held her breath.
"I'm busy," Miranda's voice sliced through the barrier.
"This can't exactly wait, Miranda!" Emily squeaked. Obviously, her boss didn't get the point. "Miranda!"
"Go away."
Emily winced at the exasperation in her boss' voice, but she knew what had to be done. She gathered her wits about her and turned the doorknob before slipping her thin frame in through the barely open door. She slammed it behind her and lost her breath when she saw what lay before her.
"Oh God!" Emily yelped as she shielded her eyes with her fingers. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
Andy was sprawled out on the top of Miranda's desk-- legs spread, skirt hiked up, head collapsed backwards. Miranda buttoned her final button and stood from where she'd been bending between the girl's thighs. She tipped her glasses down onto the tip of that distinctive nose of hers and gave Emily the most threatening glare she could muster. Emily melted.
"Miranda I-- I didn't... It's just that--"
"What do you think you're doing?" the older woman demanded, looking every bit as deadly as she sounded.
The blush of Emily's cheeks quickly drained as Andy fumbled to get back into her stockings. "I-- I... um. Right. Well, Stephen is on his way. Here-- to Runway. Now. And I just thought..."
Miranda's eyebrow arched, though she gave no emotion away. "That's all," she rasped.
Emily looked at Andy then Miranda and back few times. "Right. Of course, Miranda. I'll just be at my desk then." She swallowed and scurried out of the office, plopping down into her seat. What in God's name had she been thinking? Knowing was one thing, but to see it... She felt utterly filthy.
"Hey Em," Andy whispered a few moments later, breaking the redhead out of her daze. "Thank you for what you did in there."
Emily shook the brunette's hand from her shoulder. "I didn't do it for you. I did it for Miranda."
"Still," Andy insisted. "But... um... We would appreciate it if you didn't say anything. At least until the divorce is over."
The redhead couldn't help but snort. "Really Andrea... Do you honestly think that I would tell anyone about this? I don't even want to remem-- did you say divorce? Miranda's leaving Stephen for you?"
Andy paled as her eyes squeezed shut. She obviously hadn't meant to blab on about that. "Emily, it's not..."
Feeling a surge of outrage rush through her veins, the redhead began poking her finger at her coworker. "I can't believe this! Has she not looked at you? You don't know a thing about fashion, you eat carbs-- And you're enormous."
"I am not--" The brunette's sentence was cut off by a sudden forceful grip on her wrist. Before she could protest, she saw Stephen, who was heading straight towards them. They both forced smiles on their faces as he whisked by.
"Ladies," he greeted before disappearing into Miranda's office.
"Geez Em, that fucking hurt!" Andy pulled her aching wrist away from Emily's grasp as soon as he was out of sight. Enter the hushed whispers.
"That was close. Too close. Jesus Christ Andrea, what are you trying to do to me?"
"Nothing, Em. Would you just listen--?"
Emily's finger resumed its poking where it'd left off. "Is this all it takes? You stuff your cankles into some Loubatins and suddenly Miranda sees you as... Whatever she sees you as." She could feel herself losing control. Deep breath. Deep breath. "You think you're so much better than the rest of us? That you're such an extraordinary creature that you can parade your fat arse around like some kind of--"
"Emily! I'm not fat." Andy finally managed. "I mean... I'm only gaining weight because I'm... I'm pregnant."
Emily's whole body went cold. "You... You're what?" She could feel a panic attack emerging as Andy spoke the words again. "Does... Does Miranda know that you're...?"
"With child?" she snorted, the cheeky cow. "Of course she knows! It's a little unorthadox, but we're going to try to make it work. We have to."
Emily frowned. Doubtful. Miranda had 'tried to make it work' dozens upon dozens of times. Everyone knew it. Stupid girl...
As if on cue, Miranda and Stephen stepped out of the office-- hand in hand-- man and wife-- and hopelessly married.
Miranda looked over to her second-assistant with eyes of icy fire. "Don't bother bringing the Book upstairs tonight, Andrea. Stephen has planned an evening out. Drop it off in the foyer."
"Yes, Miranda," Andy drawled, words thick like molasses.
Emily watched the muscles of Andy's jaw tense and inflate. A glimmer of delight struck the redhead's insides, although it could have very well been a hunger pang as well. Whatever it was, she felt the warmth of it as she realized that Andy was doomed. Poor chubby, unfortunate-looking Andrea Sachs was going to get her heart trampled on by the Devil.
BE OKAY
part 2
Andy wakes up to find herself in an otherwise empty bed. The sun isn't up yet, but it's getting there. She slips into some yoga pants and a t-shirt and heads to Sam's room. When she peeks inside, she sees her son on her girlfriend's lap as they read through his favorite Dr. Seuss book.
She stands in the shadows of the doorway, and smiles as she watches the temporarily tamed beast reading with such uncharacteristic enthusiasm that Sam can't tear his eyes away from her. Miranda makes a perfect storyteller. Her voice textures flow effortlessly between smooth and gruff-- the pitches changing depending on the character she's playing.
"I would not eat them here or there. I would not eat them anywhere. I would not eat green eggs and ham. I would not eat them Sam-I-am." With a smile, she closes the book and kisses him on the top of his head. "The end."
"Again? Peeeease, Mimi?" The little devil knows that Miranda's a sucker for good manners.
She purses her lips in consideration. "I should go get breakfast started, Sweetheart. Mommy and the twins will be awake soon..."
Andy takes this as her cue to enter. "I'll read to you if you want, Sammy," she says as she scoops him up in her arms.
"Don't do that," Miranda snaps. She hates when Andy sneaks up on her. "Were you raised by wolves? I don't understand why you have to lurk in the hallways like some kind of... savage."
Andy fails to hold back a massive eyeroll. "Okay... Let's start over," she sighs. "Good morning, Miranda. How did you sleep last night? You look good in your nightgown... Good enough to eat."
Miranda's cheeks flush pink. "None of that," she insists, but her lips defy her by curving into a smile.
The brunette laughs and gives her son a good-morning-kiss. "Did you have any more bad dreams, Baby?" she asks with a ruffle of his hair.
Sam looks to the floor and nods his head.
"He came in to get us last night, but I didn't want to wake you. You seemed... like you needed to rest."
Andy flushes a redder shade of pale. "Miranda, I'm... Last night...I don't know what got into me."
Miranda interrupts her with an abrupt peck on the lips. "We can talk about it later. I have to go get breakfast ready. I'll whip up some green eggs if you're good."
The promise is intended for Sam, but Andy can't help but get excited, too. Two chocolate tressed heads nod in unison, both pairs of big brown eyes wide and jubilant.
Dora the Explorer keeps Sam's attention while Andy sorts through her e-mails. She's nearly halfway through when Nate ducks into the room.
"Daddy!" the little boy squeals as he attempts to tackle his father.
Nate laughs and scoops the boy up in his arms. "Hey," he says to Andy. He bites his lip and she nods, pretending that she doesn't still find it to be adorable. "Any more nightmares?" he asks.
"Mimi made 'em go away, Daddy!"
"She did?" Andy blurts. "I mean... how'd she do that?"
"She's a superhero," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
The image of off-white Egyptian cotton wrapped around Miranda's shoulders as she wields her son's light saber is interrupted by Nate's pouting.
"So I made breakfast at Mike's and I was wondering if I could borrow the little guy for awhile--"
"Fine."
"--and I know you probably have plans but-- Wait. What?"
Andy rolls her big brown eyes. "That's fine. Just have him back before we go to the beach this afternoon."
"I can do that." They share a smile. "Hey um... Is everything okay?"
She furrows her brow. "Yeah... What do you mean?"
"It's just... Mike and Miranda seemed pretty mad at each other. It's probably nothing, though. We'll see you later."
"Bye Mommy!"
Andy lifts her hand for a weak wave before shutting her laptop. She jumps up out of her seat and follows two muffled voices downstairs into the kitchen. "Mir--"
"--What was she supposed to do, Miranda?" Mike bellows, halting the brunette in the doorway. She can tell how upset he is by the crimson in his pale cheeks.
"Her job would be a good place to start," The woman sneers. "What's the point of hiring a PR person if she doesn't do anything?" She rolls her eyes as she sets her phone onto the counter.
Miranda looks livid-- and hot. Andy loves to see her riled up like this. But her excitement quickly shrinks to make room for concern because Miranda is never riled up like this. She watches them glare at one another like animals. "What happened?" she asks, afraid of what she might hear. Mike and Miranda are a rare breed of exes who don't often fight.
Then they fill her in-- Or, rather, Mike fills her in while Miranda fumes at his side. He explains that there's been a misunderstanding...
"Page Six thinks I'm your girlfriend?" Andy shrieks.
Mike gulps and nods his head. "There are pictures of us from the party. They look intimate."
This is bad. Really bad. The amount of press coverage that Andy and Miranda's relationship would've gotten is minute compared to what she would get with Michael Priestly-- who happens to own one of the biggest record companies in the country. Sure, Miranda is a powerful, high profile personality, but Mike is a celebrity... at least through osmosis.
The brunette tugs on her bottom lip with nervous teeth. "So, what do we do about it?"
Miranda manages to put on a bitter smile. "Michael's people want to run with it."
"I told them no. Leslie's on her way to fix things," he reminds her with a huff.
Everyone showers and gets dressed, hoping that Leslie will be there by the time they finish, but she's not so they wait. And they keep waiting until Miranda looks as if she might burst.
"Everything is going to be okay," Andy whispers, as she rakes her fingers through her girlfriend's silky still-wet silver locks.
Miranda holds up a stern hand. "Not now, Andrea." The tone of her voice is enough to make Andy tuck her adoration away. She feels like a child receiving a good scolding.
When Leslie finally arrives with no apologies on her tongue, Andy fumes. She would admire the publicist's hutzpah if she wasn't presently annoyed.
Once they're all in the living room-- Mike, Andy, Miranda, and the girls-- Leslie unveils her plan of action.
"This is the best thing that could've happened to you, Miranda," she beams. Before the editor can cut her down, she continues. "If you address this now... Run with it-- Come out of the closet, tell them that Andy is yours and not Mike's, and take your power back. Tell them that you've only kept your relationship a secret because you've had to protect yourself from losing your place in the... male-dominated fashion business... blah, blah, blah... yaddah, yaddah, yaddah. Make them believe that you're human."
"I'm not supposed to be human," Miranda hisses. "I have an image to protect--"
Leslie holds up a hand in protest. "Miranda, your 'image' has caused nothing but harm-- especially since PETA launched their campaign against you. You need people to relate to you right now. Sales have been dropping. You have a job to protect, too..."
Miranda opens her mouth to speak but quickly swallows the words back down her throat. She deflates and sinks onto the couch next to Andy. "What did you have in mind...?" she quietly asks Leslie. She hates to give in, but the woman is an expert.
Leslie smiles her victory smile, and Andy doesn't blame her. Not many people have gotten to use that smile on Miranda. "My team is working on a piece for People Magazine... if that works out we're thinking a whole Runway spread. Maybe even Oprah-- No, Ellen. Ellen would be good. And The Times... Any platform that we can reach out to."
"And you think that this will placate some of my enemies?"
"Miranda, lesbians are the 'in' thing right now. We should use it while we can."
Andy has been biting her tongue thus far, but the bile in her throat is beginning to bubble. Only when Miranda mutters a reluctant 'fine' has the brunette finally had enough.
"I can't believe you!"
Miranda arches an eyebrow. "Did you have something to add, Andrea?"
Andy lets out a hostile laugh. "Add? You mean do I have something to say before my girlfriend tells the entire world about our relationship? How nice of you to ask..."
"You've wanted us to come out since we started seeing each other," Miranda reminds her.
"And you haven't. Is this all it takes? A little force?"
"Don't be a child, Andrea." The older woman purses her lips. "If you hadn't sneaked into that party, we wouldn't be in this situation."
"And if you weren't such a coward, you would've taken me to the party as your girlfriend--"
"What did you call me?"
Mike stands up and holds out two peaceful hands. "Maybe we should wait until we get back to the city to discuss this."
"What is there to discuss?" Miranda sneers. "Leslie thinks this is the best decision, so it's going to happen."
"What does she know?" Andy snarls. "How good do you think you're going to look when they find out that you were fucking me while I was still your employee-- while you were still married to Stephen?"
Caroline clasps her hand to her mouth. "Oh my God- Ew!" she yelps. Cassidy looks equally as scandalized as her sister.
"Andrea!" Miranda gasps.
Andy looks around the room at all of the shocked faces. "I'm sorry," she finally apologizes. "I'm sorry, I just... It's a lot... I'm going to go for a drive." And even though she hears Mike and the girls calling after, she doesn't stop her trek out to Miranda's Jag. She gets in and races down the street.
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Miranda's been miserable since Andrea walked out yesterday morning. She's been a terror to anyone who's crossed her path and vows to continue on her rampage until she at least gets a phone call from the girl. Caroline and Cassidy have made themselves scarce, and Nate dropped by after breakfast to collect her favorite distraction--Samuel. Mike seems to be her only friend at the moment, and even he seems to be busying himself elsewhere.
When the house phone rings, she nearly jumps out of her seat on the couch. Not many people know the number at the Hamptons House-- But Andrea does.
"Hello?" she hopefully gasps into the receiver.
"Miranda? Is my daughter there?"
Miranda deflates. Not Andrea. "Oh. Hello, Lynne. No, Andrea's out."
"Out where?" Lynne demands. "She's not answering her phone and I'm starting to get worried."
"She's not...? Well, I..."
"Does this have something to do with your fight?"
Miranda's stomach twists. "Our fighh..."
She can almost hear Lynne's smile on the other line. "Nate told me all about it, Miranda. I'm surprised it took this long for you to mess things up."
Miranda gradually comes back to herself. "Maybe instead of sticking your little nose into my business, you should be wondering why your daughter wants nothing to do with you. Goodbye, Lynne." She slams the phone down, snuggles into the cushions of the couch, and drifts...
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Andy wakes up to the sound of her cell phone chirping. She glances at the name on the screen and groans. It's her mother. Again. She rolls out of bed and throws on a black, silk men's robe that happens to be hanging on the back of the door. Her nose catches the unmistakable scent of bacon. She follows it out towards the kitchen. "Christian?" she yawns.
The sound of a woman giggling snaps her out of her sleepy haze. She can't help but roll her eyes as she rounds the corner into the kitchen and walks in on freakishly tall, model thin brunette bent over the counter. Christian is pulling up his pants behind her.
"Good morning," he drawls with a grin. He grabs an apple off of the table and takes a mouthful. "Andy," chomp, "meet Candy." Chomp. "Candy, Andy." Chomp, chomp, chomp.
The waifish girl stands up and straightens out her rumpled skirt. "You have my number," she rasps at him before attempting to swallow his mouth with her big lips. She slips into her stilettos and walks out the front door.
"I made a new friend," Christian contently exhales. He's unapologetic as he turns off the stove and takes another bite of his apple.
Andy lets the smile she's been fighting make its way into her features. "You're disgusting," she snorts.
He shrugs and sits on the countertop. "Are you feeling any better?"
"I'll be okay. I think I'm going to spend the day with my son and his dad, though. Thanks for letting me crash here last night."
He lets out an unexpected chuckle. "I still can't believe you're sharing a bed with Miranda Priestly."
"Off limits, Christian..." she warns.
He holds up his hands as a shield. "Fine, fine. I just wanted to know if she's as frigid as Page Six makes her out to be, that's all."
His voice is teasing, so Andy decides to spare him. Somewhat. "She's not frigid at all," she beams. Her eyes flutter and she throbs between her legs as she reminisces about how un-frigid Miranda is. "In fact," she grins, "she's a much better lay than you were."
Christian grabs his chest as if he's been shot through the heart. "Ouch," he laughs. "I guess that's what I get for asking."
Andy feels an inkling of remorse. "Don't feel too bad. She's better than anyone I've ever been with. In everything. She's amazing..."
"Then why are you here?"
Andy startles at his directness. "Because she...We--"
Christian lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Go home to your woman, Sachs. Tell her that you love her. Then have hot lesbian makeup sex-- And feel free to take some pictures during said sex and send them my way."
She stares at him for a few thoughtful moments. "Thanks Christian. That was really... sweet." She gives him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to get ready to meet Nate and Sam for brunch.
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Andy tiptoes into the house just after seven. All of the lights are off, but she sees the unmistakable shadows of her girlfriend's form curled up on the living room couch.
"What are you doing in the dark all by yourself?" the brunette asks, switching on a lamp.
Miranda scrunches up her eyes until they adjust to the brightness. "Waiting for you," she rasps. Her voice hasn't quite woken up yet, but then, neither has she.
Andy sighs and takes a seat next to the older woman. Then she gets a thorough look at her. "Miranda!" she gasps, instinctively cupping the woman's pallid cheeks.
Miranda's lips curl into a melancholy smile. Her eyes are pink and puffed and she's wearing Andy's fluffy white bathrobe. "I thought you'd left," she husks, pulling away from the embrace.
"Oh..." Andy chokes, slightly surprised.
The older woman shrugs. "It wouldn't have been the first time..."
Andy feels a pang of guilt stab its way straight through her heart as she notes the nearly empty bottle of scotch on the coffee table. "Where are the girls?"
"Not here," Miranda says, slightly defensively. She clears her throat and tightens Andy's robe around her body. "Well, if you're leaving me, I suppose we won't have to go through all that trouble with the media. We'll just... let this thing with Michael... fizzle."
"Leaving you?" Andy chokes again. This time she's more offended than surprised. "Is that what you want?"
Miranda purses her lips, but she's incapable of looking threatening when she's this fragile. "It doesn't matter what I want, does it? All this time I thought you were happy..." Even the woman's voice is on the verge of breaking.
"I was happy, Miranda. Baby, listen to me." Andy grabs the back of Miranda's neck so that their foreheads touch. "I went away because I needed to think. But I'm not leaving-- not unless you want me to."
"We have one argument and you disappear. What was I supposed to think, Andrea? I didn't even know where you were."
"I was down the street at Christian's--"
"What?" Miranda hisses. "You left me-- you left Samuel-- to spend time with that man?"
"That's not... I needed a place to stay. You know that he's my friend."
"You know how I feel about him, Andrea. Maybe you should start acting like an adult."
"Well maybe you should start acting like you want me around."
Miranda takes a deep, shaky breath. "I am trying. I'm trying to show you how much I love you,"
Andy sucks in a heap of air. Miranda's never said those words before. They hang in the air for several long, drawn out, moments. Neither one of them is willing to look away, so they continue to stare into each other's pupils. Just as Miranda's about to speak, the twins come stomping into the house.
"Where have you been?" Caroline-- the least forgiving of the two-- demands.
Andy cringes. "Sorry... I needed some space..."
"Space? What does that mean? Are you guys breaking up?" Cassidy-- the sensitive one-- asks.
Andy's big brown eyes look to Miranda for an answer.
"Of course not," the older woman sighs. There is an audible sigh of relief from everyone in the room.
"Are Andy and Sam finally moving in then?" Carol asks with a teasing roll of her eyes. "It's not like they don't already live with us."
Miranda's face turns pink. "We haven't discussed anything like that. But we are going to go public... If Andrea approves, of course."
"Are you serious, Mom?" Cass squeaks.
Miranda looks at her daughter as if she's just slapped her in the face. She's obviously never been more serious in her life. There's a beat before her face softens. "Yes, Bobbsey. I'm serious."
Then comes the amalgamation of tears and laughter and all of the emotions that make Miranda uncomfortable. Of course, she doesn't laugh or cry herself. Instead, she feels it all gather and bubble in the depths of her belly as she allows the three women in her life to smother her with their love.
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"This is what you want?" Andy asks later as they're getting ready for bed. She wraps her arms around Miranda's waist from behind and nuzzles her shoulder.
Miranda smiles and turns around in Andy's arms. They kiss-- gently-- but not without the promise of something more passionate to come. Miranda touches her lips against Andy's again and marvels at how the brunette manages to be just slightly thicker than the models that she sees on a daily basis-- her lips, her breasts, her behind, her hips-- are all slightly fuller and so much more beautiful. She's come to appreciate this thickness with pure adoration. Her thoughts pause as she registers that she's supposed to answer her lover's question. "Yes, this is what I want. My priorities have been..." she trails off.
"It's okay," Andy assures as she rests her arms around her girlfriend's waist. She can't help but laugh when Miranda pulls away for a yawn. "You didn't get any sleep last night, did you?"
Miranda shakes her head and indulges in a smile. "I was busy fighting off Samuel's monsters and goblins again." She rolls her eyes and lets Andy lead her over to their bed.
"I heard." Andy grins. "Let's go to sleep." She pulls Miranda onto the mattress and wraps herself around her.
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Miranda Priestly isn't exactly the neatest person in the world. There's a reason why she hires assistants and housekeepers and house managers to keep her life in order. She's a slob-- not to be confused with uncleanliness because she is, in fact, an obsessively hygienic germaphobe. This is simply a matter of mess, which hasn't always been easy for Andy "OCD" Sachs to handle.
The brunette opens the closet to see the contents of Miranda's picked over suitcase strewn out across the floor. The woman hasn't even unpacked her bag yet. "Miranda, your stuff's everywhere..." Andy calls out in vain. Miranda can't hear her-- she's still in the shower-- not that she would care if she could.
Just as the closet looks to be somewhat in order, Andy feels a warm freshly showered body slide into place against her back.
"Mmmmm," Miranda hums. "I hate to sound like chauvinist pig but you... cleaning in the nude... is quite the treat."
Suddenly Andy isn't as upset as she wants to be. "You are so irritating," she halfheartedly whispers.
"That's not very nice, Andrea," Miranda husks. She turns the younger woman around and kisses the spot on her neck that makes her squeal. They're already naked and slick from thoughts of each other, so half of the work is done-- not that Miranda's one to cut corners. "Is this all right?"
"Ye-- God, Miranda... Please," Andy whimpers. She shudders as Miranda's lips find her nipples--As Miranda's hand slips between her thighs. "Oh! Oh God... That's good..."
"Is it?" Miranda husks. She curls her fingers curiously.
"Mmmm-- Fuck-!" Andy's losing it. Her head bangs backwards into the wall. Miranda knows just where to kiss and touch and tease to get her girlfriend here in a matter of seconds.
The older woman reluctantly shushes her lover. After all, the children are just down the hall, and 2/3 of them know what screamed obscenities in the middle of the night signify. She drops to her knees and looks up into big doe eyes.
"Yes," Andy barely whispers. She threads her fingers into silver locks and impatiently bucks her hips. Miranda begins to feast on her and there's a jolt of pleasure that strikes the brunette right where she's red and ripe and begging for it.
The woman's mouth is warm and soft and oh-- "Mirah-- Aah, Miranda!" Andy cries out as she comes. Just as her legs give out, Miranda is there with small but steady hands to hold her body through its quaking.
Together they droop to the floor. Andy hums contently and ties her hair up in a slightly neater bun. They kiss and it's sticky like when Andy's wearing lip gloss. Miranda doesn't like lip gloss kisses, but she seems to enjoy these.
She wipes Andy off of her chin and glances over at the clock across the room. She waits a decent amount of time before talking. "I should get some clothes on. Emily and Vanessa will be here at at five."
Miranda's world at Runway is in constant transition. Andy has to remind herself that Vanessa is the new Emily and that Emily is the new Nigel. She hasn't seen Emily since she got her promotion... Since Nigel abandoned Runway... Since he abandoned Miranda. She shudders at the thought.
"I think I'll cook something special for dinner tonight."
"Mmmmm," Andy hums. "That sounds good." A glint of purplish-pink on Miranda's neck catches her attention. She gets up, wraps her arms around her lover's now half-clothed body, and licks the discoloration affectionately.
"Stop that." Miranda squirms away and slips her arms into a blouse. Then she sees it in the full-length mirror. "Really, Andrea? A hickey?"
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"Demarchelier wasn't available for the shoot on the 23rd, so I told Meisel and Leibovitz' people to keep it open," Emily stutters.
Miranda snaps her bored eyes to Vanessa. "I told you to confirm with Patrick three weeks ago. Did you think that I was joking?"
Vanessa pales. "N-no, Miranda. I... His new assistant mixed it up with another--"
"The sound of your voice is giving me a migraine," Miranda sing-songs as she flips the Book over to examine its cover. "We will use Steven. Emily, is this the best cover you all came up with?"
The redhead fidgets. "It was hard with you being away." She cowers at the sight of the editor's glare. "I told them you would never go for it. It's atrocious. I um... brought the proofs for you to look through."
Miranda snatches the sheet away and sets it beneath the Book with a huff. "It's not just the photo-- it's the font, the theme, the ambiance. You blantantly went against my instructions." She's about to let these girls know just how dispensable they both are when a pretty brunette catches her eye. She stiffens at the sight.
Andy freezes at the bottom of the stairs out of habit. Usually she has to hide from company. But then she sees that it's only Emily and Miranda's new first assistant. "Oh. Um, hi. Sorry, it's just taking longer than I thought. I got hungry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Then why did you?" Emily mutters.
Vanessa stands and turns to face Andy. "Hiya!" she greets with an outstretched hand.
Andy cringes at the sight. This girl is just as awkward as she, herself, had been when she was Miranda's assistant all those years ago. Although Vanessa clearly comes in a much better dressed package... "Hi." They shake hands.
"You must be Miranda's... Um..." Vanessa struggles.
"--Lady friend?" Emily offers with a devious grin.
"That's enough," Miranda warns as if she's reprimanding one of the twins.
Emily instantly shrinks five inches. "Right," she chokes.
"How've you been, Em?" Andy asks, knowing she's pushing her luck.
"Bloody fantastic," is Emily's bitter answer.
Andy swallows and starts to back out towards the kitchen. "I was just going to make a snack. I really didn't mean to interrupt."
"That's all right," Miranda insists, as she tugs her lover down on her lap. Emily nearly has a heart attack. Miranda doesn't do PDA. "We were just finishing up. See yourselves out, ladies," the editor says into the back of Andy's shoulder.
The brunette slumps as Emily shoots her a glare. She and Vanessa gather their things up and scurry out of the house.
"Things still aren't mended between you and Emily?" Miranda asks once they're alone.
Andy shrugs her shoulders. "What do you want for dinner?" she asks, hoping to change the subject.
"Anything you want. It ended up just being you and me tonight. The People interview is scheduled for Monday night at the townhouse, so keep it open. They'll want pictures, too."
"That soon?" Andy yelps.
"Mmhm," Miranda hums in affirmation. "It will be casual. Nothing to worry about. And since we have the house all to ourselves tonight, we could celebrate our newfound... 'outness'. I can still cook us dinner, run us a bath..."
Andy feels her eyes drooping into that sleepy sex look that her girlfriend can't resist. "C'mere." She pulls Miranda's mouth to hers and gives it what it's begging for. Before they can control themselves, they're horizontal on the couch like a pair horny teenagers. Andy finally manages to break away. "We... Uhhn... Shouldn't... Sammmm's... Upstairs..." she manages in between gasps for breath and stolen kisses.
"He's asleep, isn't he?" Miranda whimpers.
Andy rolls her eyes at her girlfriend who knows perfectly well that Samuel Christopher Cooper doesn't 'do' naps. She groans and scoots out from under her girlfriend.
Miranda's Blackberry beeps and she reluctantly picks it up off of the coffee table. With a sigh, she stands. "The twins. They're at a party... apparently too drunk to drive."
"It's barely eight o'clock!" Andy yelps.
"Mommy!" Sam calls from the top of the stairs.
"I'll get the girls," Miranda drolls.
"I'll get Sammy," Andy huffs.
They turn back to one another and meet in the middle for one more kiss before parting ways again.
TBC...
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Nice tidbit that the twins called for a ride home because they're drunk.