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She’s frozen in shock. Frozen as Miranda Priestly, Devil in Prada, evil boss who always has a tongue lashing ready to give out at the smallest inconveniences captures her lips in her own, and she jumps out of her skin, eyes snapping open in shock, pupils dilated and staring at the woman in front of her as though she’d just grown three heads, but she's oh so good with her mouth that eventually all of Andrea’s thoughts fade away into oblivion. Head empty as her heart pounds hard, eyelids fluttering shut and butterflies roaming free in her stomach.
Miranda always smells divine, but suddenly Andrea feels as though she’s drowning in her scent— not that she would mind— that intoxicating, rich scent Andrea would like to smell forever.
Miranda breaks away first, pulling the assistant down on the sofa with her, holding Andrea’s hands on her lap, warmth spreading over her cold fingers and hugging them like a soft, comforting blanket in a winter night.
“Hm,” Miranda says, or rather, hums, and Andrea blushes, unable to avert her gaze from Miranda’s face no matter how much she intimidates her, unable to let a single detail slip away. Andrea notices the way Miranda looks at her, a mischievous glint dancing across her ocean eyes as her lips purse in something that she couldn’t exactly pinpoint, but just the thought of it makes the brunette feel uneasy and scared, afraid that she’s done something wrong.
”Hm..?” Andrea finds herself repeating shyly, because she knows that whenever Miranda has that gleam in her eyes, no matter how small, it means she's up to something.
Miranda doesn't answer. She knows her assistant well enough to be aware of how easy it is to make her nervous. She knows that by not answering, she has her all tense and anxious and she loves that. She loves it because it’ll make Andrea run over all the possibilities in her smart little head before squeezing her hand and telling her to relax. She’ll be the one to break down her walls one by one and then show her just how nice Miranda can be when she does her job correctly and doesn’t disappoint her...
Not saying another word, Miranda leans in again, except this time the kiss she gives Andrea isn't on the lips.
Her breath hitches nonetheless.
The corner of her mouth tickles from the sudden attention and she can't prevent herself from smiling.
Miranda raises a hand, cupping the other side of Andrea’s face and the assistant is unaware of it but Miranda has the most gentle expression ever when she sees Andrea leaning into her touch.
Miranda goes lower now, dragging her lips over the girl’s jawline, giving her soft and playful nibbles as if making one wrong move could break her.
Shivers run down Andrea’s spine at the thought that Miranda is wearing lipstick and she tries to push her away because she doesn’t want to get any marks on her rather expensive designer clothes but Miranda notices, and she holds Andrea in place, snaking both arms around her waist, whispering a small shh into the girl’s neck until she comes to her senses and realizes that her boss only wears transfer-proof lipstick.
Andrea bites her lower lip in embarrassment, ears slightly burning up even though she knows it's not something to be embarrassed about and she can feel Miranda’s amused smile, the way her lips curl upwards over Andrea’s pale skin, still at her jawline, without even having to look.
A warm bubble begins forming in Andrea’s chest, and suddenly she realizes that her hands aren’t as cold anymore. Miranda leans lower, choosing carefully, deliberately slow at an almost torturous pace what part of her wonderful assistant she wants to explore next.
Andrea’s breathing gets heavier when Miranda starts to massage her scalp, fingers slipping through her dark locks with ease. Andrea tilts her head back, a moan escaping her mouth, all tension melting away, and Miranda takes it as an opportunity to show some love to her neck next, peppering the same spot, right over her pulse point with light kisses.
It tickles and Andrea can't help but chuckle, trying to thrash her head to the side but Miranda goes back to cupping her cheek and she stills.
She gives Andrea one last kiss, short and sweet, but her mouth remains on the same spot and Andrea’s heart feels like it’s about to jump out of her chest, especially when Miranda drags her teeth over her neck, up and down, making goosebumps rise all over her body.
She can't help but melt into her boss’s hands. Completely and utterly vulnerable but loving every second of it. Andrea’s heart races with desire, the need to touch and devour Miranda as she is doing to her a bare necessity at this point and she’s sure that Miranda can tell how much she’s struggling but ruthless as ever, she doesn't say a word about it. Instead, Miranda blows hot air over the sensitive skin she's been biting at, tracing her lips all the way up to behind Andrea’s ear.
“Get back to work...” she whispers, but Andrea can’t take it anymore so she grabs her face, capturing Miranda’s lips in a completely different type of kiss— rough and hard and like there’s no tomorrow.
“What?!” Andrea protests between breaths, realizing how they’re both panting and struggling for air. “You can’t just do that to me and expect me to get back to work!”
“Are you defying me, Andrea?” Miranda almost growls, the way she stresses Andrea’s name making the girl’s breath catch in her throat, as though she was daring the assistant to go against her.
Andrea sighs, getting up and with her head down and eyes glued to the floor she walks to the door, stopping the moment her hand touches the handle, but instead of leaving as instructed, she locks the door and turns around swiftly with a smirk plastered across her face.
”Y’know what? As a matter of fact, I am.”
Miranda blinks. She’s shocked, but at the same time desire clouds her eyes and she raises a brow, rising up from the white sofa like a queen from her throne. The clicking of her Prada heels is the only sound resonating around the office as she takes her precious time walking closer and closer to Andrea, until the distance between them is so small that she can just reach over and capture her, have Andrea all for herself, no matter how greedy it sounded.
Oh, Andrea. Sweet, innocent Andrea with her doe-like eyes and big heart. Miranda smirks at the thought that her Andrea wasn’t as innocent as she had thought. She takes one last step forward, backing Andrea fully to the door and takes hold of her hands, intertwining them with her own, pinning them, her, with no intention of letting her go again.
“Well then, I suppose I’ll allow it just this once.”