Ok this was MEANT to be a one shot...but it got away from me even more than the last one and has ended up as a chapter fic...so far 5 chapters are written and i shall be posting one a day :D. i think I only have about one left to write. So much for a small one shot...i really can't stop these two lol. Another Mirandy one (don't hurt me huddy fans...i will update ma house fics as soon as i promise!!) once i write the last chap of this i shall crack onto the huddy for a bit...try and complete at least one if not two of ma fics :).
Ok second time writing Mirandy...I tell you Miranda is not an easy cookie to write...but hell i'm having fun with her lol. Tis smut from the offset not for the light hearted peeps...NOT WORK FRIENDLY...i've learnt that lesson the hard way with mirandy smut lol! Thank you for all the lovely reviews for slip of the wrist :)...they all made me feel warm and fuzzy inside lol! hopefully this will make you all feel warm inside too but for a completely different reason :p.
I am planning a few more mirandy vids too i have at least two in the works if not a few more (yes i will do huddy at some point too peeps)!!. if you want to check out the two i've done so far they're on youtube. i'm called flitterbug18 on there and the vids are to closer by ne-yo and orginal sin by phixx :). Check em out :D.
thats all from me :)
enjoy (and no drooling over the keyboard lol)
p.s. In this andy hasn't left after paris...there was no other way it would work really.
It was hot and stuffy, the heat of the subway melting her clothes to her body as she forced her way through the all the people. Her anger only incensed by the immovable crowd baring her way to the doors. She could have been home by now, cool water crashing over her skin as she rinsed away all the dirt of the day and any metaphorical bruises.
But one moment of stupidity, a single second of thoughtlessness resulted in her having to turn back once she'd realised her mistake. Most jobs she would leave it till tomorrow, apologise, and carry on as normal, but not this one. Working at runway there was no room for mistakes, the binds so tight they constricted you from even uttering a single breath out of place. Everything had to be perfect.
So here she was, hurrying back to the office in the late hours of the evening. Having left at half ten it would be almost midnight when she walked through the darkened doors once more, all because she'd forgotten a load of scarves for a single shoot tomorrow. It would have only taken a ten minute detour to collect them the following day, but if she wanted to get up at a reasonable hour and still arrive half an hour before her dictated time she had to collect them now. At least this time there was no one waiting for her at home to complain when she walked through the door at some early hour of the morning.
Nate had declared he was taking a break from it all before Paris, and she hadn't seen him since. She felt she should be more devastated. She blamed the lack of emotion on the fact that her day didn't leave room for tears, her mind attempting to ease a guilty conscience and the fact her relationship had died long before she realised, it had been a thing of convenience, up until the point it was a convenience anymore, and it ended…just like that.
She sighed, body aching as she hurried up the escalators, holding back a curse as her shoe slipped from her heel. She stumbled, scrabbling it up, get thrashed about by everyone as she fumbled it back on to her foot before ploughing into the throng once more.
The subway never slept, but for once she wished she could. She was tired, her mind screaming from over work. Sleep, when it graced her, was jittery, mind never relaxing always alert, too afraid to settle knowing something could be demanded of it in a minutes notice.
The cool air hit her skin as she hurried out onto the sidewalk, heels clacking against the concrete almost a constant tempo as she raced towards Elias-Clark, the building looming up ahead, lights shimmering in the windows. It was almost completely shrouded in darkness, most people now curled up warm in their beds getting ready for another day.
She whirled through the revolving door, a quick wave of her pass to the night guards and shot through the barrier, a lift already open and waiting for her, a small element of luck on her side.
The hallways were dark, the silence unnerving almost seeming surreal, so used to the panic that usually ensued within these walls, organised chaos, everyone skittering back and forth, all in the aim of keeping Miranda happy, after all within the world of fashion her opinion was the only one that mattered, as Nigel was constantly reminding her.
She often wondered if the woman was human.
She could just imagine, little red horns sticking up out of Miranda's silver locks of hair, a demon for ever cracking her whip, hell on earth, and she was the ruler.
What would the woman be like behind closed doors, warm, kind, loving? Andy couldn't see it, the thought of Miranda Priestly actually experiencing any affectionate emotions bordering beyond tolerance was incomprehensible, the woman had a permanent sneer smeared across her face, blue eyes constantly piercing down her nose, boring into people making them squirm.
Andy sighed at she rounded the final corner, pushing the glass doors open into the outer office. They swung silently, not making a single creak, moving through the air without a word…ghost like. Andy's shoes were softened by the carpet, her footfalls not even noticeable if her ears hadn't been so alert for sound.
Creeping forward she went to dive under her desk, but a subtle noise made her freeze body snapping upright. She almost lost her footing in panic, hand steadying herself on the desk, head whirling round trying to find the culprit. She could hear breathing, tiny, light pants, each little gasp tainted with the tiniest of moans. Her eyes flicked back and forth hunting, ears straining to hear where the noise was coming from, searching in vain for its source.
She tiptoed forward, forgetting about the scarves, uncaring that this would make her even later, after all, she had nothing left to go home to. She had time to sate her curiosity, knowing no one could complain. She would have felt liberated, being able to do what her mind wished if it wasn't so focused, feet shuffling, creeping closer to the doors of Miranda's office.
She frowned, heart hammering nerves on edge, fearful of what she would find, ignoring the little tinge of excitement that flared through her body. Her mind wasn't able to comprehend what it was hearing. She knew the noise's, the passionate little moans and gurgles, sounds of sexual pleasure. Her first thought was someone was in there doing it on Miranda's desk. For some reason the idea pieced her in anger, outrage that anyone could stoop to that level of disrespect. She didn't understand why she cared, the woman had never mattered to her before, at least that's what she told herself, although Nate's opinion still rang often in her ears, 'the one whose calls you always answer, that's the relationship your in.'
She was just doing her job.
Inching closer, her immediate opinion changed. The person who was inside was alone, a single voice, light airy, most definitely female. What woman would be daring enough to get herself off in the editors office. Wouldn't fear of discovery be enough to cool the edge, fear keeping any form of heat and desire away. Unless they got off on getting caught, but even then, doing it at the devils desk was taking daring to a new extreme.
The door was cracked, nothing but moonlight leaking out. Curling her fingers round the doorframe, Andy gritted her teeth, pushing ever so slightly. It moved without a sound. Andy released a silent sigh of relief, eyes looking towards the heaven, internal thanks. Mind returning to the task at hand she assumed, judging by the noises, the person within would be too distracted to notice…so she snuck a peak round the door.
Her hand came up to her mouth, mind forcing her throat to swallow a cry of surprise.
It was Miranda, the woman's head thrown back, mouth gaping, little gasps leaking with every subtle flick of her wrist. Moonlight glinted on the smooth column of her throat, illuminating the expression on her face.
The sneer had firmly gone, replaced with a perfect image of ecstasy. Andy swallowed, eyes caressing over the picture in front of her. Miranda's skirt was hitched up around her waist, legs spread, fingers burrowed between them, thrusting in and out with elegant ease. She could see the woman's juices glistening on her fingers, the light catching her essence before the digits were plunged between her thighs once more. Her actions weren't ones of a controlled, respectful editor; they were fast, frenzied, palm grinding against swollen flesh. She bucked, hips rolling, other hand coming up, burrowing beneath her shirt, fingers slipping beneath the little line of exposed lace. Andy could imagine what lied beneath the layers of cloth, Miranda's polished nails twisting the hardened bud of her nipple between her fingers.
A moan burst from Miranda's lips, the sound feral to Andy's ears, desperate. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she forced her eyes away, shocked at the sight of her boss, open and exposed, more vulnerable than Andy could have ever imagined her.
She was human after all, with basic instincts and desires that needed to be sated…but why was she sating them herself. Andy would bet her life on the fact that there were any number of men out there who would get down on their hands and knees for Miranda Priestly and put there tongues to good use.
Even with her eyes shut Andy couldn't prevent her ears from hearing every subtle sound, even the sound of Miranda's fingers pumping in and out. She swallowed, attempting to ignore the pulse that wracked her frame. It thrummed between her legs, a well know ache already forming against Andy's will.
This couldn't be happening, her body rebelling against her, flaring up from the images and sounds of her boss finger fucking herself before her eyes.
The passionate words drew Andy's attention back to the sight once more. Unable to tear her eyes away for long, she was drowning in the image, body starved and hungry. Lack of sex was the only explanation, her body soaking itself at the sight of another woman. She longed to be touched, the pain of need almost unbearable. She swallowed, ignoring her internal protest at what she was about to do, disbelief edging the corners of her mind. She racked her fingers up the outside of her thigh, the material of her dress rippling between her fingers. Her tongue snaked out wetting her lips, a reflex reaction, wishing she had the taste of Miranda on her tongue. Her thumbs stroked the inside her thigh, gentle circles, each time inching closer, almost daring herself, forcing herself to let go, give in. She dragged her nails over the lace of her panties, almost gasping, sensitive nerves already on edge, seduced from sight alone. The panel was warm, wet, quim throbbing, preparing itself to be penetrated.
Stemming any noise with her left hand, knuckles buried between her teeth, she slid a finger between her labia, gliding through liquid heat, stroking two fingers over the little bundle of nerves. Her knees almost gave out from the sensation, internal muscles clamping down as shocks jolted from her touch. Opening her eyes, she focused on the scene playing out before her, picturing herself between Miranda's open thighs. She'd take her time, kissing the soft supple skin, grazing her lips over the inside of the editor's thigh, teeth nipping, grazing, making her moan.
She slid two fingers in, a groan stemmed by her hand. She could hear Miranda's breathing increase, little cries as she hit a sweet spot deep inside. Andy thrust her fingers, matching Miranda's pace, eyes never leaving the editors hand, fingers vanishing into her pussy. Andy had never fingered herself so frantically, needing it fast and hard, body wishing for more, wanting Miranda's hands on her, the woman's tongue swirling over her clit, lapping her slit all over, sharp hard flicks, dipping her tongue inside, twisting, twirling. Andy would return the favour; even eat Miranda at the same time, Miranda's pussy poised over her mouth as she fucked Andy with her tongue. She wanted to consume Miranda, make her scream, break passed the barrier she was hiding behind. Andy wanted the woman who was before her now, passionate, wanton. Andy wanted Miranda to be that way because of her, make her lose control, make her let go.
She watched Miranda; eyes squeezed shut as her muscles spasmed, spine curving in pleasure as she came.
The image of Miranda, back arched as she orgasmed against Andy's tongue burst into her mind, aided by Miranda's whispers 'oh yes, god, yes,'
Andy moaned, cry leaking around her hand, mind not registering the noise leaking out into the silence, or the editors body going ridged, her eyes snapping open, dazed, dark, but fearful.
Andy shuddered, the residuals of ecstasy shivering through her. Her head had fallen forward, body overwhelmed with sensation, the most powerful orgasm blowing her mind. Her eyes flickered open, breathing in deep. Her teeth had cut into her skin, almost breaking the surface. She let it fall limply from her side, ears pricking up at the absence of noise, the silence seeming deadly. Stealing herself, fear already flooding through her, she lifted her head, and stared into a pair of bright blue eyes, ones which were now staring right back.
Teetering on her heels as she hurried round the corner, mind in turmoil, panicked. She'd been seen, her desire exposed before the one woman who would abuse it. Miranda would ruin her. In all the panic there was a single element of hope. Miranda knew she'd been watched, but did she know by who? Andy had almost been completely hidden, the shadows shielding her features.
She hurried down the stairs, not willing to wait for the lift, breath in short sharp gasps, stinging her lungs, piercing with every strangled breath. Racing across the foyer she ignored the curious look of the guards, launching herself out the doors into the cool night air, feet pounding against the side walk as she fled; the scarves long forgotten.
it begins...:D. let me know what you think peeps...reviews are love :). thanks for reading -have a cupcake-!! hugs SS xxxx