Author's Note: My most recent obsession and OTP of all OTP's is Mirandy (Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs from The Devil Wears Prada). I've only watched the movie, haven't read the book so all characters in this fanfiction are based off the movie. I recently came to know about this pairing's large following on tumblr and so I rewatched the movie. And oh my god, how could I not have seen this before? All that sexual tension and the movie so blatantly hints at this pairing. In my eyes it's canon :)

Also, just a warning to some readers; this fanfiction is definately M for mature and there will be sex scenes, language and adult themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Devil Wears Prada, nor any of its characters.

Chapter One

Andy sighed as she slumped against her apartment door, fishing around in her bag for her keys. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, she huffed in annoyance. She could barely stand, and all she wanted to do was throw herself down on her couch and not move for a few hours. Why did her keys choose this moment to be so damn hard to find?

To say her day had been difficult would be an understatement. It was currently nearing nine o'clock, and she'd only left work half an hour ago. She had only been in her new job three months now, which meant it had been almost six months since Paris.

She had never minded staying back late at Runway, she had accepted that it was just part of her job. However in this new job she found herself working with incompetent and downright lazy co-workers. Staying back late had become routine for all the wrong reasons.

Her new boss was nice, but far too forgiving with the indiscretions of his staff. Miranda would never tolerate the presence of half of her co-workers, she thought, chuckling softly to herself as she imagined them all being reprimanded.

Andy shook her head, frowning, though she had finally found her keys and was now jiggling them into the rusted keyhole of her apartment door.

Miranda had been on Andy's mind more than she would have liked. Indeed, she had been on her mind constantly since Paris. She remembered defiantly turning on her heel and walking away from Miranda, remembered throwing her phone in the fountain when she saw the caller ID. She remembered thinking that she was doing the right thing for herself.

She remembered that feeling that disguised itself as pride, when in fact its true identity was selfishness. And Andy knew how unlike her it was to be selfish.

She knew the truth that burned in her heart. She had abandoned Miranda. She had abandoned someone that she loved more than anything else in the whole world. All for the sake of some failed self preservation.

Andy swallowed hard as she fought back tears, sighing.

No, she wouldn't think about it. Not now.

She swung the door open and dumped her bag on the table. Making her way into the living room, she was surprised when she saw Nate asleep on the couch. His face was peaceful, and there were three empty beer bottles lined up on the table. He must have finished work early, she thought. He wasn't due home for another hour.

She pulled her cerulean blue sweater off and over her head, folding it neatly and placing it on the coffee table next to the empty beer bottles.

The same cerulean blue sweater that Miranda had criticized her for on her first day at Runway.

She had taken a liking to it recently and was wearing it more often. She laughed softly at the memory. At least she could now look back and find humour in what had transpired.

Sitting down next to where Nate was slumped, she noticed him stir. She reached out a hand to gently run a finger over his stubbled cheek, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. He opened his eyes, yawning and giving her a lazy grin.

"Hey baby," he stretched out his arm, and she moved in to rest her head on his shoulder. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She wondered if he'd had more than three beers, thinking that maybe his day had been as tough as hers. "Sorry I fell asleep, I was waiting for you to get home. Must've just dozed off.'

"How long have you been home? I didn't think your shift finished til ten?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to finish then, but I kinda walked out during service." He gave her a sheepish grin as she raised her eyebrow. "Had a fight with my manager again. The bastard wasn't gonna let me take my break, even though he had plenty of staff to cover for me. He just has it in for me, I guess."

"Again?" Andy sighed, "What a jerk! He treats you like crap, Nate! You should do something about him!"

"Like what?" Nate asked, jokingly. Andy kissed him on the cheek again, and he welcomed the affection. He sighed before continuing, "He's my boss. You know what managers can be like, you worked for the dragon lady herself. You took months of abuse from that woman, and the only way you could get away from that bitch was to quit."

Andy winced noticeably at him using the word 'bitch' to describe Miranda. It caused an odd feeling in her chest, akin to heartache.

"Don't call her that, Nate." Her tone of voice was soft, and sympathetic, and he recoiled, pulling his arm from behind her shoulders.

He shook his head, giving her a disbelieving look. "And you still defend her, after what she did to you?"

His soft voice hid anger that was dripping behind each word, but he would be too tired to argue.

Andy crossed her arms and sighed, giving in. "I'm sorry."

Nate shook his head, "No, don't be. I just... I can't do what you did, Andy. I can't walk away from this job. You're earning half as much money now as you did at Runway and if I quit now we won't be able to pay rent." He shrugged, "I'll just put up with him. I can handle it."

Andy smiled weakly, kissing him on the shoulder. Truth be told, she was still annoyed at him for what he'd said about Miranda. And his mention of Runway had set her mind back into thinking mode again. Still, she had to be supportive. "I know you can."

Nate smirked and dipped his head to catch her lips. His kisses started soft, but his mouth soon became hard and unrelenting as his tongue danced with hers. After a few minutes he was breathing heavier, and when they parted Andy could feel her lips and chin wet with saliva. He had always been a sloppy kisser, not that she had minded, really.

He pushed her back against the couch and resumed kissing her. As tired as Andy was, she would give in to this. She knew he had had a rough day and, truth be told, he had probably been looking forward to this all night.

As their tongues once again danced in unison, Andy let her eyes slip closed. And, for whatever reason, her mind begged the question; what would it feel like to kiss Miranda Priestly?

She forced her eyes to shut even tighter, desperately trying to rid her brain of that thought.

Andy had known of her infatuation with her boss after only a few months of working with her at Runway. Yes, she was intimidating, and cold, and constantly felt the need to belittle her staff, but Andy had always known that this was only half the picture. She had seen the softer side of the so-called dragon lady. She had even seen her cry once, on the night that Steven informed Miranda that he was filing for divorce.

She didn't doubt that she wasn't the only assistant to harbour feelings for Miranda. She was sure Emily had a thing for her, even if it was disguised as innocent idol worship. Countless staff would hold their breath as she passed them in the hallways, adjusting their clothes and makeup in an effort to catch her eye.

And oh, it was so worth it to catch a glance from those eyes. The most beautiful shade of piercing blue Andy had ever seen.

She let herself smile at the thought, and at the same time felt herself being lifted from the couch and carried into the bedroom.

In a manner of minutes Nate was undressed and wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, while Andy lay naked beneath him. He started kissing her again, this time moving his lips down her neck and raking his teeth across sensitive skin. Then he bit, a little bit harder than intended, above her collar bone and she whimpered softly.

"Sorry." He whispered, looking down at her.

She shook her head, smiling, "It's okay."

He moved further down, then, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked a little too hard, but at least he was nice enough to try foreplay. All of the other boyfriends she had been with had never really been into it.

Her thoughts then uncontrollably drifted back to Miranda. She was trying to stop thinking about her, she really was. And of all the awkward times for her to be thinking of the woman, why did it have to be now? She had only ever allowed herself to fantasise about kissing Miranda, or being close to her, or holding her former boss's hand. She had kept those thoughts under control to be fair to Nate, but she was finding it harder and harder not to think of the older woman in a different light.

She wondered what kind of a lover Miranda would be. Strangely, for all her domineering tendencies in the workplace, Andy figured Miranda to be a gentle lover. She closed her eyes and imagined Miranda's tongue swiping over her nipple as soon as Nate made the action with his mouth, and she moaned, her cheeks reddening.

No, she wouldn't think about Miranda. Not now, not like this. She couldn't.

But Andy knew she was quickly losing control of her thoughts.

Snapping her eyes open, Andy looked at Nate with almost pleading eyes, her hands cupping either side of his face.

"Nate, go down on me."

He looked at her quizzically. "Aww, come on Andy, I've never done that before. I don't think I'd know how."

"Please?" She begged, "No one's ever done it to me before, so you'll be fine. You can learn."

It was true, every boyfriend except Nate had just revelled in simple penetrative sex. But though Nate did enjoy foreplay, he had never tried oral. She had always wondered what it would feel like.

She had known she was bisexual since she was sixteen, though what little experimentation she had engaged in with women was always just making out.

"Really?" He asked, kissing between her breasts and giving her a disbelieving look. An amused smile played at his lips.

"I'm not lying!"

"Alright, alright, I believe you. But..." He looked at her guiltily. "Next time, ok? I promise. It's just... I've had a lot of beer and I don't think this will last forever." He pointed down, giving her a wink and a laugh. Andy just rolled her eyes at him, but to mask her annoyance she gave a half-hearted laugh too.

"Oh, fine. Come here, then." She pulled him towards her.

As he entered her, she lay back against the bed and shut her eyes, arms secured around his neck. She did love Nate, though she was worried that the feeling had devolved into something that wasn't at all romantic. The love she felt for him now was more of a friendship kind of love, and a concern for his general wellbeing. Andy felt guilty that when they made love, she was more "giving in" than being a willing participant.

They had loved eachother before their breakup in the lead-up to Paris, but she remembered the added strain that her job had placed on their relationship. Nate had clearly been jealous of Miranda, and part of her wondered if he knew.

Nate grunted and pushed himself even further in with every thrust of her hips. His breathing now ragged, she found it hard to catch her own breath. Her eyes fluttered closed again. She felt guilty for not feeling any sexual attraction for him anymore, even though in her heart of hearts she knew that this was not her fault.

She began moaning, to encourage him, even if she felt no drive herself.

Nate's whimpering and moaning had become desperate by this point, and with one final push he was over the edge, his breath coming out in ragged puffs against her shoulder. She held him for a while before he rolled off her, giving her a small smile before stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. Andy gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and pulling on her underwear and an old shirt that she found slung over the back of a chair. She lay back down beside him, facing away. She felt his arm fall lazily over her waist.

Andy would remain awake for a while, and when she could be sure that he was asleep, then and only then would she allow herself to cry over the woman that she missed so dearly.