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28 September 2007 @ 04:25 am
FIC: Submission (The Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy[/Emily])  
Title: Submission
Author: ahkna
Rating: R
For: femslash_today porn battle.
Prompt: The Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Emily/Andrea, end of an era
Word Count: 942
Summary: Andy was only slightly surprised at Miranda ordering her to kneel soon after coming through the door.
Note: This is the extended version, as it was too long for the porn battle comment.

Andy knows that Emily is on the other side of the frosted door, trembling licentiously in her Manolo Blahniks and diligently storing away every detail, every moan, every sigh in her imagination for later. Andy is positive Emily would give her soul willingly to be on her knees in front of Miranda, kissing the inside of her thigh with a reverence Andy had never felt. Perhaps only weeks ago, it had been her.

But still, it is Andy who finds herself in front of Miranda, her submission marking the end of Emily’s era. This must be payback for seeing her fighting with her husband, out of high and mighty fashion editor costume and character is almost every way, she thinks, her mind already hazy. Andy was only slightly surprised at Miranda ordering her to kneel soon after coming through the door. Unbidden, the image of a Tudor queen imprinted itself in her mind, so used to servants jumping at her every motion she thought nothing of them. Miranda’s index finger, her nail tellingly painted a blood red, pointed to the floor in a manner that would have been called lazy if she had not possessed such poise and absolute authority.

And suddenly, Andy had found herself genuflecting before she quite understood the command. She leaned forward, capturing Miranda’s outstretched index finger in her mouth, sucking gently. Miranda arched her eyebrow, the barest hint of a smile ghosting the corner of her mouth. Andy felt a rush of dizzying heat course through her body, troublingly proud at her ability to illicit such a reaction.

Miranda swiped the very tip of her still-damp fingertip across Andy’s lower lip with an agonizingly slow sensuality. She felt her heart start beating even harder, hammering inside her chest. “You’re very fetching, Andrea,” she drew out the sentence, enunciating each word with a careful condescension, “You’ve done well.”

Miranda tilted Andy’s face upwards so she was looking her right in the eyes, almost daring her to run out of the office. She didn’t. Instead, with much more confidence than she actually felt, her fingers reached for the buttons of her blouse. Painfully aware of Miranda’s dragon eyes watching her every movement, she peeled off her outer layer, revealing her bra. Thankfully a classy black one instead of the grimy blue one laying on the bedroom floor at home.

She hesitated, unsure what to do next. By this time Nate would have given her a lopsided grin and through her onto the bed but Miranda made no such move. She seemed to genuinely enjoy Andy’s discomfiture, relishing it as much as she relished the appealing curve of Andy’s breasts.

Just when Andy thought she could not stand anymore and was tensing her muscles in preparation for a humiliating flight from the room, Miranda kissed her. Like she was in every other part of her life, Miranda’s kiss was forceful and exacting, demanding everything from Andy and taking it just as easily. Andy felt a shiver run up her spine as Miranda’s fingers slipped beneath her bra strap, sliding enticingly back and forth across the smooth skin of her shoulder before slipping it down her shoulder.

Miranda leaned forward, pushing Andy back until she was laying prone on the cream carpet, Miranda between her legs. She almost laughed at the sight of Miranda Priestly on her knees between her assistant’s thighs but thankfully held it in.

Miranda slid her hand up Andy’s leg, starting with her ankles and ending tantalizingly close to Andy’s cunt. All business, she removed Andy’s panties and pulled up her skirt, leaving it bunched up around her waist. Miranda placed her palms on either side of Andy’s head, kissing her. She could feel herself getting wetter as Miranda’s tongue slide against hers, demanding and hot. Switching her balance, Miranda moved her right hand back down to Andy’s thigh, scratching a few burning paths up the creamy inside of her thigh with her fingernails before plunging into Andy with no preparation at all.

Andy arched off the floor, close to coming already. She could practically feel the power flowing out Miranda’s fingers, feel it just as much as she could feel her long fingernails scraping inside her, not enough to hurt, just enough to make it rough. It took only a few forceful strokes and a thumb on her clit for Andy to come. Any thoughts she had exploded into a million shards, her back arching off the floor as she moaned into Miranda’s mouth.

And as suddenly as it began, it was over. Miranda pulled away, already back in her office chair when Andy opened her eyes.

“That will be all, Andrea.”

Andy understood she was being dismissed and dressed as quickly as she possibly could without misbuttoning her shirt or leaving her skirt crooked. Glancing back she noticed Miranda brazenly staring, a small but very definite smile playing on her lips. Relief flooded through her thoroughly as her orgasm has only moments before. She thought she would feel sick or empty after cheating on Nate with her ruthless, much older boss but the wholly inappropriate sex felt oddly satisfying.

“Get me Patrick,” Miranda called after her.

There was a little sway in Andy’s step as she moved back to her desk, pleased at having not disappointed Miranda after all. Emily glowered from her place at the other desk, visibly bothered by Andy’s presence. Perhaps she had gotten herself off while listening at the door.

“Jealous?” Andy asked, unable to keep the mocking out of her voice. Emily didn’t answer; she simply looked back down at the planner, studying it furiously. But Andy noticed the telltale tremble in her hands and smiled.
lettersandsodaslettersandsodas on September 28th, 2007 12:04 am (UTC)
Nice! I love the TDWP fic, and this was wonderful. I love the competition with Emily.
KOS-MOSkosmos8 on September 30th, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
Love it.
Jellojello_o on October 2nd, 2007 04:24 am (UTC)
Oh snap! Miranda is ruthless. It left me grinning.