Title: Winter Moment
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: very tame i think...
Disclaimer: Nope they aren't mine and I promise to put everything back after i've played with them.
Summary: A winter moment between the 2 lovely ladies. I've deliberately not posted what song inspired me to write this. feel free to post any of your own favs that you think would fit. I'll post my one eventually.
AN: Works as a stand alone but is the third 'moment' might want to read 'I had a moment' and 'Another moment' first.

As soon as the song started playing I knew she had entered the room. It’s what Emily would have called sods law. Even worse is the fact that If she walks over to me right now the only thing I’m going to be able to say starts with “of all the bars in all the world...” and that would earn me an eye roll at the very least. I can’t tear my eyes away which is most definitely going to cause problems.

I have no idea why she is here, actually I have no idea how I myself ended up drinking alone in the quiet but classy Jazz bar that I am now propping up the bar in. Doug... that’s right Doug who works for Elias Clarke finance department, Doug who took me to that swanky party last month when I got to wear my red Valentino. Doug who is now working later than expected but will be here soon that is why I am here.

Alcohol is most definitely clouding my brain as I seem to think now is an appropriate time to imagine if Miranda can dance. Of course my Miranda can dance; she’d walk over and take me in her arms and maybe even sing along softly in my ear as we swayed to the music. The real Miranda, who seems to be heading towards me at the moment, wouldn’t be caught dead dancing with an ex assistant that abandoned her in Paris.
Shit. That’s not the alcohol, that’s the real Miranda Priestly walking towards me.


I look away, face the bar and order a drink. The music starts to sound distant and far away and that’s when I realise I’ve stopped breathing again, a sure sign that La Priestly is near. I go to take a long leisurely sip of my drink in the hope I don’t have to talk first, downing whisky is never a good idea, and find myself blinking away the tears as it burns my throat. Before I can recover from the alcohol burn she has arrived at the bar and signalled to the bar tend. The entire left hand side of my body is no fire and it has nothing to the whisky in my stomach but all to do with the woman standing next to me. Alcohol soon takes charge as it usually does and I find myself encouraged by the music to turn and greet her.


I don’t think I’ve ever had somebody literally take my breath away until this moment. She’s gazing off into space, something I doubt many people have seen her do. She looks exactly the same as I imagine. I should really talk to her this time... it seems silly not to after all. A drink being placed in front of me steals my attention away for a second and that’s when I notice another being placed close by. Looking up Miranda has her glass raised and is looking me straight in the eye. Not leaving her gaze I raise my own and we both take a sip. I’m pretty sure it still burns on the way down but I can’t feel it. Miranda Priestly just bought me a drink. I’m pretty sure I am about to embark on a conversation with the real honest to god Miranda Priestly.

Now would not be the time to think about all those dreams or inappropriate thoughts I’ve had over the past year, but of course now I have and now I am turning red. I must be smiling like an idiot right now as the band come to a halt and I prepare myself for the conversation I’ve been to scared to have.


“Andy!”


Well that’s weird, I was expecting an Andrea at least and that voice... that is nothing like I remember Miranda’s being like sounds a little bit like... Doug. Shit.

I turn around and sure enough Doug has just entered the bar and is waving like and insane person. I turn back and she’s gone. If it wasn’t for the fact I can still smell her perfume I would swear it had all been a dream. Stumbling slightly due to the drink no doubt I walk away ignoring Doug’s cries as I exit the bar through the same exit she must have escaped.

After a few seconds of walking along the freezing cold New York sidewalk I am rewarded with a flash of white hair and a town car slowing to a halt next to her. Well Andy Sachs it’s now or never.


“Miranda!” despite most of New York walking towards me I manage to catch her attention, or at least I assume that is why she is now looking my way with a raised eyebrow.


“Hi..” I smile and wave awkwardly.


“Hello Andrea.” And with that she smiles, a proper genuine smile, that makes my stomach flip and gets into the car.

I head back to the bar convinced that this is going to be a good winter.