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Sometimes, the Devil Wears Nothing	By : McGonagall Category: 1 through F > Devil Wears Prada Views: 3377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sometimes, the Devil Wears Nothing
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Chapter 1

Slow down and dance with me

Yeah, slow

Skip a beat and move with my body

Yeah, slow

Come on and dance with me

Yeah, slow

Skip a beat and move with my body

Yeah, slow

- Slow by Kylie Minogue

Andy's chocolate gaze opened to still-darkness. Shifting slightly, she naturally reached for her phone to see what time it was. Her phone was her clock, most importantly; a means for her to be reached anywhere anytime… secondly. Squeezing her eyes into slits to focus just enough to see the time on the screen, written in too bright letters, Andy found that 4:00AM had passed only just. Groaning softly, Andy carelessly let her mobile phone slip from between her fingers, only to thud on the night table again somewhat harder than intended. Whenever she woke about this hour, it rarely happened she could fall asleep once again.

Cuddling deeper into the sheets again, Andy determined that, if she was going to lie awake until she was supposed to wake, she would do it lying close to her lover. As she shuffled closer to her indeed, a soft giggle left her lips. One would never expect the great, defined Miranda Priestly to be the kind of woman sleeping on her belly like she was, arms and legs awkwardly bent. It obviously worked for her, though. It wouldn't for Andy – she would be sore in the morning!

Gently reaching for her lover, Andy's hand moved to the small of her back… taking advantage of the fact that the tank top Miranda wore for sleeping had bunched up a little. Biting down on her lower lip with erotic mischief, Andy's hand slid under her top, fingertips gently trailing along Miranda's spine. The elder woman did not give any indication of having noticed, so Andy chose to take it a bit further… curling her fingers slightly to let her nails take over. At that, Miranda groaned slightly. "Miranda…" she chanted. The situation they were in was just a bit too intriguing not to take advantage of. Miranda would not appreciate to be woken, but she would give her a very good reason indeed to forgive her.

The rasping of her nails stilled, and Andy just moved that bit closer, leaning over her lover and gently kissing her exposed lower back… eyes never leaving Miranda. As Miranda silently wiggled at the oral touch, Andy's lips continued to leave light kisses… while moving upward slowly.

Miranda began to wiggle more insistently. Wanting to stretch the teasing bit, Andy retracted, lying on her side facing her still half-asleep lover. The moon barely battling its way from beyond the curtains did not give her enough illumination to see more than her figure, but even then Miranda looked so very peaceful that anyone would sign immediately to sleep like that. She knew from many sleepless nights and watching Miranda in slightly better lighting that at this moment, the lines of harshness and the pout of her lips would be gone. She would even look… kind. In fact, when she was entirely alone with Andy she actually was.

Reaching over slowly, Andy's fingertips touched the elder woman's cheek, sliding down to her lips and gently trailing them with her forefinger. As she passed her lower lip again, suddenly Miranda bit down on her finger. A giggle left the younger woman's lips. As Miranda finally released her digit then, Andy slid closer to her lover and covered her thin lips gently with her own. Of course, in the darkness it would have been amazing had she found those right away. So she used the very same tactic as earlier, merely leaning in at a venture and letting her lips trail the familiar contours of Miranda's face until they found their destination. Once found, however…

As their lips connected in the darkness of the bedroom, Miranda's lovely lotus body lotion and the faint smell of her shampoo and expensive conditioner reached the younger woman's nostrils. The taste of those lips and the uniquely combined smell was so purely Miranda Priestly. She would still recognize both at once among whole rows of other women blindfolded.

Their lips gently slid across one another for a bit longer, until the need to breathe broke the two women apart. Unnoticed by the younger woman, Miranda's eyes finally opened to the darkness as well. "Do you ever sleep a whole night through?" she wondered. It wasn't the very first time that she was being woken much like this – not that she ever minded in the end. All Andy did was lean in to kiss her once more. A tingle of anticipation ran down her spine as the elder woman moved slightly more onto her side.

Nothing else mattered anymore, just the kiss they were sharing… the smell lingering in Andy's nostrils, the faint taste of last night's Champaign… the feel of soft flawless skin underneath her fingertips as her hand slowly moved upward over her jaw line and into her gray hair, tangling into it with ease and pulling her closer if at all possible. Heated gasps left their mouths as lips roved across each other.

Choosing to take their embrace one level higher, Andy's leg slowly slid over Miranda's… stilling once it was hooked over her hip. This position would give her mighty leverage.

With a gasp of mild surprise, Miranda Priestly found herself slammed backward into the mattress, her lover sitting astride her pelvis, straddling her. While the movement had indeed convinced her of the need rushing through Andy's being just as well, it had not at all been rough. Most of the time, their sexual encounters were punctuated by deep hunger for each other and passion. Rough was the last that ever came to mind, though; their hunger and passion often stretched into hours filled with gentle lovemaking and multiple orgasms for the both of them… having learned exactly what thrilled the other and what didn't in those few months of having been together.

Andy's one hand reached for her long hair, holding it; her other moved and curled around the oaken headboard prior to leaning down once again and recapturing already swollen lips with hers. Slightly rocking back and forth, Andy's bosom moved against her lover's in a way that was very arousing indeed. She could feel the older woman's hands move over her thighs most likely in order to get to her hips in the end. Miranda always liked to feel her move atop… even more so when they both were naked, their skin… A moan was swallowed by Miranda as she thrust her tongue in between her young lover's lips. Tongues found each other soon, dancing with one other in a highly erotic way, curling and uncurling again, stroking and pushing at the very same time. It could have lasted forever, if only they had not needed air…

Andy's sweaty forehead laid against Miranda's as they both caught air – which was absolutely needed if they were going to carry on their antics. Their labored panting was all that was heard in the sanctity of their bedroom. "I…" Andy began, then hissed beside her ear as those hands finally found bare skin… having reached her hips and having slipped under one of the old tees she usually wore for sleeping, "need you."

"I know…" Miranda whispered, hands moving to her back and sliding upward steadily... then down. "I need you, too," she said, hands sliding to the younger woman's sides again and further upward once more until they lingered quite dangerously close to Andy's bosom.

"Good," Andy breathed, leaning down to recapture the older woman's lips again, having caught her breath long enough. In that moment the air around them seemed to change, a hint of anticipation and lust interspersing with the scent Andrea Sachs had learned to associate with Miranda. They had just passed the point of no return. Stopping unsatisfied would not be possible any longer now.

Lips slid along each other again, tongues over and across. Miranda happily engaged, hands resting upon her lover's sides as her thumbs rolled upward… gently stroking the undersides of Andy's breasts. At the so tantalizing touch, Andy moaned into Miranda's mouth, the hand upon the headboard tightening. Their heated kiss discontinued as Andy's head moved to rest upon Miranda's shoulder. Miranda's hand moved to palm one of Andy's small yet full globes, her thumb running across a pebbling nipple.

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine lightly as Andy's breath was being expelled right beside her ear, followed by a hiss of the younger woman. The hand that still rested upon Andy's side tightened as with all strength she could muster, Miranda managed to reverse positions, landing her atop of Andy, in between her slightly spread legs.

Lips skimming across Andy's jaw line, she whispered, "You're a tease, my love..."
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