OMG...omg...its finally finished lol. yep peeps this is the last chapter of this fic...gasp. I can't believe it...this has to be a record for me lol...story finished within a few weeks amazing!! I'm sorry this chap wasn't posted yesterday...flipping was playing up and it wouldn't let me upload the document...sigh. but its all ok now :). yay!!

I'm half way through a new vid atm too...should b up by the end of this week!! hopefully...though i am working thursday and fri! money money...which i am in desperate need of atm. Oh if only I got paid to write smut lol...i would be one happy bunny!!

I want to thank all the people who read and reviewed my fiction :D. The reviews always make me smile...getting up early in the morning to check my e-mails lol. makes every day a happy one :D. And as for all the people who read this fic...i hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! dances i had a lot of fun with my first Mirandy chapter fic!! was a lot of laughs to write :).

I might make a vid to go with it lol...after all it was a song that triggered the idea!

right...get ur popcorn out. time to read the last and final chap of voyeur sniff i think i'm gonna miss it! starts planning the sequal...i might do one...might...we shall see lol.

hugs

Scarlett xxx

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Voyeur (10/?)

The door swung open silently, Andy's heart jumping inside her chest as she quietly snuck over the threshold. She had been thinking about this all day, fearful of what Miranda might do, if anything at all. She didn't know what to expect, the uncertainty setting her senses on alert. Emily had been getting crosser with her as the day went on, calling her name repeatedly before she snapped out of the daze she'd been in, her mind preoccupied, so many thoughts floating around within it.

Miranda had finished for the day, storming by, ignoring the both of them tearing her coat out of Emily's hands slinging it over her shoulder, a whirlwind leaving destruction in its wake.

She had stayed there for hours, surfing the web, flicking through magazines trying to distract her mind, thoughts on overdrive, the constant bubble making her feel like she was going mad. She couldn't control them, panic and fear coated in excitement. She couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to see Miranda again, have her moaning beneath her hands once more, but she didn't know if that was going to happen. For all she knew she was going to get fired, silenced once and for all, Miranda lashing out, punishing, making Andy pay for her loss of control.

Survival had kicked in over the last few hours before she arrived, making her mind up, her tactic being to hurry in and out in silence, if she took her shoes off she'd be completely silent when she entered the house, Miranda's ears not hearing anything to alert her to her presence, she could slip in and out and live to see another day, no matter how much her body wanted to stay, test the waters a little further, her mind ruled and it forced her to flee from the situation.

So here she was, feet bare, shoes dangling from her finger tips as she slipped in. She quickly placed the book on the table, eyes whirling down the hall to ensure she wasn't being watched. Her senses tingled, sensitive to any movement or sound. She winced when she opened the closet door, the hinges squeaking ever so slightly, booming out to her over alert ears. Pausing a few moments, she sighed in relief when no one approached

She hooked the dry cleaning up, making sure they were neatly in not wishing to have any complaints the following morning about creases or anything else she'd caused. The door shut with a subtle click, Andy whirling round ready to dash out the door.

'Running away again?'

She started, body spinning on the spot, almost slipping on the polished floor, hands flying out to steady herself as her frightened gaze landed on Miranda. The woman was sat on the stairs, a few meters up, out of Andy's sight line when she'd walked in. She'd been watching her, for how long she didn't know, maybe she'd been lying in wait, preparing to pounce. The woman was dressed in a silken dressing gown, the material gliding over her curves like liquid, legs crossed, exposed through the slit, feet bare, natural, and ever so sexy. Andy could stop the jolt firing up from between her legs, evidence of the desire she tried so hard to fight, she wanted this woman. She tore her eyes away, ashamed. How could she eye the woman up so blatantly, when she'd been running away from her only moments before, talk about mixed signals, she really couldn't make up her mind, all her thoughts and feelings clashing together, so confused. She looked up into the woman's face, swallowing as she stared into Miranda's eyes, cold, deep blue washing over her, eyebrow rising when they fell upon her heels held in her hand.

The young girl blushed, cheeks heated at her attempt to avoid the editor. The shoes made it clear she'd had no desire to be detected, trying to sneak in and out without alerting Miranda to her presence. She'd failed and felt like a fool for even trying.

She waited, apprehensive, not knowing what Miranda was going to say, preparing herself for the barbs she assumed were going to fly. Her hands clenched, shifting, skin starting to sweat. She couldn't handle it, the silence pressing in, chest clenching, breath shortening out, emotions making her sick.

Her hands clenched, fighting the instinct to run, for once allowing her body to take control, forcing herself to listen to her heart, muting the screams from her mind. She wanted this, she had so many questions unanswered and they were driving her mad. She had to know, one night stand or not, where Miranda was coming from and for once she hoped the woman would give her an honest answer. No games, no walls, no pretence, just them and what they wanted all laid out.

Wavering, her body swayed, slowly stepping forward, feet falling on the first step, finally making her way up behind the woman she wanted so badly and one she wished with all her heart felt the same.

She entered the study, the door ajar seeing the white of Miranda's robe vanish round the corner. Miranda was leant up against her desk, hips resting, arms on the polished surface holding her up.

The editor remained silent, staring at the floor, not even acknowledging her presence.

'Miranda?'

She didn't move when she spoke, 'Finally decided to face me then?' head looking up as she finished.

Andy stood there not knowing what to say, the tone in Miranda's voice deadly.

Silence lingered in the air, tension high, swirling around them. She hated the awkwardness knowing she had to say something. She took a deep breath 'Mira-'

'Sit' The woman cut her off, pushing herself up of the desk.

Andy frowned, unnerved, unwilling to be bossed around, the order making her a little angry. Miranda wasn't having any of it, eyes narrowing at her defiance, stepping forward, invading her personal space. Andy assumed she was trying to scare her, make her back down a test of resistance. What happened next was a shock, crying out as Miranda's hands came up, ramming into her chest making her topple backwards crash landing on the couch, staring up wide eyed as Miranda glared down at her, lips thins in displeasure. 'I said sit.'

Andy opened her mouth to say something, preparing to storm out, all nerves long gone. But Miranda spoke first.

'You left.'

Her heart stuttered at the sound, Miranda's voice seeming so vulnerable and hard at the same time.

'Why?'

Andy stared at the floor, thinking it over, planning her answer, wanting to give a reasonable one. But none seemed fair or understandable.

'Why Andrea?' her voice was harder, demanding an answer

'I don't know, I was confused.'

'Did you regret what happened?'

'yes, no, I don't know…I was just unnerved that you'd planned it all.'

'What happened wasn't what I'd planned. You didn't exactly stick to the script.'

'And that's my fault.' She was getting crosser, feeling backed into a corner all words being dragged out of her, things she had no desire to say, think or feel. Miranda refusing to understand she was a formidable woman and the fact that Andy was still coming to terms with fancying a female at all.

'I never said it was anyone fault it happened.'

'But it did and I didn't think you'd want me to hang around.'

'How would you know you never even asked me?'

'You never ask Miranda Priestly questions, remember.'

'But fucking hers alright? God the papers would love that line.'

'Miranda!'

'Did you think I was using you?'

'No, yes, I don't know.'

'You don't know a lot of things do you.'

'Look I'm sorry ok.'

Andy went to move not wishing to remain and argue any longer, she couldn't cope with Miranda's fury, the words tainted with anger, whispered like a knife. But she didn't get far, she'd barely even shifted when she had the whole of Miranda's weight barrelling into her, her arms were pinned above her head the woman's legs swung over her hips holding her down. 'You're not going anywhere, you left me once, its not happening again.'

Andy looked up into her eyes, the fire burning in them, determination tinted with pain. Miranda wanted her, didn't want to let her go, had been hurt by her and Andy wanted nothing but to make it up. All the anger dissipated, Andy realising Miranda was just as vulnerable as she was, emotions invested in this, maybe even more. She hadn't even thought about the papers, how much Miranda had risked that evening. Her whole life held in Andy's hands, and she'd left. She should never have left, and she'd never make the same mistake again, ever. She surged up, dragging the woman down on top of her, crushing together as she kissed her, pouring everything into it.

She kissed her way over her cheeks, tickling, brushing up against the older woman's ear.

'I'm so sorry Miranda.'

The woman's answer was to pull the young girl back to face her, crushing their lips together, hungry, tongues gliding together, evening forgotten as they lost themselves within each other. Both satisfied that this is what they wanted.

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The words were music to Miranda's ears, so honest and true. Miranda knew she meant it, the young girl finally realising that this meant something and how much of a chance she'd actually taken. She needed this, needed to hear Andrea calling her name, the girl writhing beneath her, lose all the poison that had just passed between them. The twins were out, the house empty of no one but themselves. Miranda was free to let go, to take what she wanted, and right now all she wanted was the young girl who was pinned beneath her.

She kissed her way down Andy's throat, lips caressing each inch of skin. Her hands slid down her arms over Andy's shoulders slipping beneath the straps of her top, drawing them down taking her bra with it, arms falling to her sides as Miranda tugged the garments down to her waist. She was naked from the middle up, breasts exposed, nipples pink against pearly flesh. Miranda lowered her head, sucking one into her mouth, massaging the hardened bud with her tongue, before biting down onto it. Her body craved the young girl but her distaste for being abandoned before still flooding through her. She'd make sure Andrea knew she was hers by the end of the evening.

The girl cried out in pain, nails sinking into Miranda's scalp. The woman ignored the sting, forcing her leg between Andrea's thighs, pushing them apart. Her hips fell between her parted legs, other hand slipping down between them, twisting her body, cupping Andrea's mound in her hand. She was impatient, no time to be gentle wanting to here the girl scream against her ear. Andy had gotten off today, she hadn't. Having had to sit at her desk knowing the one thing she craved was fleeing from her every few minutes. God when she'd cornered her coming out the bathroom, scent stinging her senses she'd almost pushed the girl back in, body so hungry for her touch.

Andy's hands slid over her thighs, gown slipping up pooling over her hips. Andy rubbed her palms over the back of her legs before caressing the lace covering her ass. Gasp as she held back a smile, 'You have your underwear on this time I see.'

Miranda's mouth curled, amused, knowing Andrea would never let that go. Her without underwear was definitely going to be an on going joke between them.

Her attention returned to her hand. She could feel the girl getting wet, hips starting to buck, juices seeping through the little line of lace. She tugged it aside, racking her fingers over her exposed pussy, slippery and warm. She brought her fingers up to her lips, Andrea's eyes watching the whole time as she wrapped her tongue round each digit, lapping them clean before sucking them between her lips, getting all of Andrea's flavour.

The girl's lips parted, panting up at her, eyes wide at the erotic image Miranda presented. The editor plunged her hand back down, lips clashing with Andrea's as she thrust her fingers inside swallowing her scream. The girl's hands came up frantically fumbling in her gown. Miranda pulled back, staring down at the girl's eyes, dark, lusting, consumed with passion as she struggled with the tie, pulling it apart, slipping the silk over her shoulders. Miranda had nothing but her underwear underneath, black lace. The girl's eyes drank her in, lips coming up placing a kiss in the centre of her breasts before grasping them in her hand's, squeezing, trailing her fingers teasingly over each one, finally coming to the centre, twisting the clasp, pulling the lace apart, licking her lips as Miranda's breast tumbled from the lace casing.

Miranda was still working her hand hard between the girl's legs, hand coated and sticky. She was on edge herself, no time for teasing, desperately wanting to make Andrea orgasm, watch the girl cum flushed with pleasure from her touch. Andrea's back arched, head thrown back, body up off the couch forcing herself harder against Miranda's hand as the woman added a third finger, Andrea's quim clutching them tightly, pulsing around them as she stretched. Fluid coated her thighs, dripping out with every retreat, the noises echoing out as she forced each finger deeper inside.

Miranda leant forward, lips grazing over her ear, loving the flushed look on Andrea's face. She forced the girls legs further apart, slinging one leg over Andrea's, grinding down against it, welcome pressure against her clit. She was panting, her warm breath blowing in Andrea's hair, thoughts flickering through her mind. Her chest hovered over Andrea's face, the girl lurching up, drawing a nipple between her lips, moaning, the vibrating making Miranda gasp.

'Do you know you're the first girl I ever fucked?'

Andrea moaned, fingers clutching Miranda's shoulders, muscles so tense, breasts crushed against her own.

'The only girl I've ever wanted.'

Andrea's hands, slid over her hips, cupping her ass pulling her harder against her knee, head colliding with hers as she jerked, Andrea's lips brushing up against her neck.

'And the only one who's ever made me scream as I came.'

Andrea whimpered, toes curling, body jerking as she came close. She sucked on her neck, the blemish burning onto her skin, red, a mark of her ownership, before returning to her ear.

'Your mine Andrea, all mine.'

Andrea's nails cut into her skin, gasping, voice dying on her as she came, Miranda's words making her muscles clench, a throaty rasp echoing out as she shuddered, body clamping down, soaking itself around Miranda's fingers. Her legs thrust up, hitting Miranda's clit hard, the final jolt sending the older woman over the edge with her, snapping up, hands gripping onto Andrea's tummy as she soaked herself, cumming over the girls thigh, juices mingling as they dripped down between Andrea's legs.

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She flopped, crashing down to the side, legs tangled together as they panted for breath. Andy was drifting off, the haze of her orgasm consuming her, body exhausted after a sleepless night worrying and all the arguments and emotions hammering through her in the last few hours. She closed her eyes, preparing to drift off before she was jerked awake, Miranda's leg crashing down over her hip drawing her in close. The editor's lips brushed up against her ear, smiling against her skin.

'Just making sure you don't go anywhere.'

Andy felt warmth bubble up inside her, Miranda's head burrowed against her neck, a smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep. The young girl couldn't remember when she'd been happier.

Turning, she grazed her lips over Miranda's temple before closing her eyes, a smile firmly fixed on her face. She knew there were going to be ups and downs, their relationship more complicated than most. She'd had no idea what was going to happen the day she darted back to the office almost a week ago, it was more than she could have ever imagined. It had been a roller coaster, but she had a feeling the ride had only just begun.

But, with Miranda lying in her arms, breathing echoing against her ear, Andy knew it would be worth it. She felt she could face anything.

And with a bubble of happiness in her heart, she finally let sleep claim her, Miranda's breathing lulling her into her dreams.

THE END!! (thank you everyone for reading :) !!)

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THANKS FOR READING peeps!! hands out cookies...I is very fond of this fic...and am bowled over by the response to it. so thanks to everyone...and I shall be planning my next project immediately lol. huggles to you all!! keep smiling :D SS xxx