Shrouded in the gloom of a candlelit dining room, Andrea stared blankly at the empty chair and place-set at the other end of the table. It's looming presence taunting her mercilessly. She's not coming. She's never going to come.

And of course, it was right.

It was always right.

They were all right.

Once upon a time, she scoffed at the mere thought of them being right. Those men before her were weak and if one of them, just one, would've actually taken the time to understand the real Miranda Priestly they'd still be her. Though she was grateful they didn't or she wouldn't have her wife she still thought they were all a bunch of pig-headed jackasses.

When they'd first began dating Andy was thoroughly convinced she could handle it; the missed dinners, late nights, and endless excuses. But as time went on and the fiery passion from before was reduced to a low simmer it all began to make sense.

The deafening silence screamed the true. They were all right.

She took a rather unladylike gulp of chardonnay, hoping that its slight tingling burn would chase away the lump forming within her throat. It was fruitless attempt one that caused the opposite effect.

Earlier that evening she'd raced through the house as if it were on fire. Cleaning, cooking, and prepping everything and anything just for her. Once finished Andy took a shower, making sure she used the scents Miranda loved to smell on her then afterward slipped into a scarlet La Perla set. All that combined with a gorgeous enticingly cut black Christian Dior number and Andy looked and actually felt sexy.

She remembered the big smile on her face and the nearly overwhelming feeling of anticipation as she sat down and began to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait...

The sparkle that once twinkled madly in her eyes dimmed as each second passed. The smile all but lost. Andy felt the tendrils of the bastard child of angst, loneliness, and doubt creeping into her ripping the happiness slowly yet painfully away.

Minutes ticked by and the tall white candles placed so beautifully in the centre of the table began to slowly wane. Their small pathetic flames growing dimmer by the moment as droplets of wax lazily rolled down their sides. Woven in between the intricate silver holders, various foods-all of Miranda's favorites-lie growing colder by the moment.

The bottle's contents dwindled and Andy finally realized why the drink was dubbed the name champagne; for how many nights did she try to drown the pain using this particular drink. Countless. If she'd have to guess though no amount helped merely dulled the sensation.

One last glass of bubbly left and the front door being clicked open sounded throughout the townhouse like a shotgun. Had she been anywhere close to sober it may have startled her but now it just made her stomach churned in anticipation.

Miranda. Andy glanced at the clock. Three hours late but finally home. Her face hardened in anger and she placed the glass down with a thump before getting up to head out of the kitchen.

She inhaled deeply, readying herself for battle only to have the malicious expression wiped off her face when a familiar blonde woman placing a book on the table came into view. "Serena?" Dark brows furrowed in confusion. Serena never delivered the book or in this matter the dry cleaning. Hell, she'd never been Miranda's assistant before.

The Brazilian whipped her head around and lips spread out into a bright smile when her dark blue eyes landed on Andy. "Hey, Andy." She immediately made a quick head to toe. "Oh wow, you look good this evening. Did Greg send you to another benefit in his place again?"

Despite the horrible evening, Andy couldn't help but smile. Greg Glass, her big macho two hundred pound man's man of a boss was as timid as a mouse in public."No."

"Oh? Well, then why are you all dressed up?" Serena gently probed, giving the other woman room to deny her an explanation.

And just like that, the smile was gone. "It was," Andy's throat thickened and she swallowed hard."It was supposed to be a surprise for Miranda...our fifth anniversary was today."

At the words and hurt expression, it didn't take long for beautiful blonde's face to figure out. "That's actually the reason why I'm delivering the book tonight." She peered into chocolate eyes brimming with tears and inwardly cursed at having to further break the tender woman's heart. "There was an enormous mix up at the office something about a photo-shoot being replaced with last month's issue and it was all hands on deck...even Emily couldn't get away."

She didn't even call. All this time she didn't even call. And to Andy's horror, her chin begun to quiver and the dam holding back her tears finally broke.

Light blue eyes shined with sympathy and the woman made a step forward. "Oh, Andy. I'm so sorry."

The brunette shook her head and in a herculean effort reigned in her emotions. "No-no it's okay, I'm used to it by now."

A heartbeat.

And if asked later what possessed her to do such a stupid Andy couldn't say. Maybe it was the bottle of champagne or the overwhelming loneliness who knows. "Would you..Would you like a drink?"

Serena's stiffened not sure what to say. After all, this was Miranda Priestly's house and wife. A wife, a woman, whom she'd longed for since their days at Runway.

"I just-I just don't want to be alone right now." Came a timid explanation and that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

A warm reassuring smile broke out over the Brazilian's face and she nodded. "Okay but only one. I have to be up early in the morning."

Andy returned a grateful smile and turned with the other woman a step behind her, they disappeared farther into the house.

Dressed bunched around her hips, Andy panted as she rose and fell frantically, impaling herself over and over again on three fingers. Her nails and knees digging into the other woman's shoulders and the plush sofa, she could feel the beginning of a climax tightening inside. Sensing this, the blonde leaned forward and sucked a bouncing breast into her mouth, twirling her tongue around a taut nipple before biting down. The sharp sudden pain was just enough to send the brunette over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes." Andy threw her head back in ecstasy as her inner muscles clamped down and spasmed violently.

She leaned forward and burrowed her head in a sea of blonde hair, chest heaving as she slowly descended from her high. Serena whispered something in Portuguese against her skin as she held her closer, secretly relishing in the feel of the one she loved within her arms.

Only when tingles stopped and breathing evened did Andy carefully leaned back and slid from the other woman's lap. "That was um." She said as she straightened out her now wrinkled dress.

"Yeah." Serena breathed raking still shaking fingers through her now mussed hair and stood. Stepping up to Andy, she reached out and trailed an index finger along a flushed cheek. Andy was so beautiful and kind. A woman who deserved everything in life but asked for nothing. She deserved better. "You are so beautiful."

Serena whispered before reluctantly prying herself away. "Yeah. I uh guess I better go than."

"Okay."

After they'd said their awkward goodbyes, Andy leaned against the closed door for a moment then sighed heavily as she pushed herself away before making her way the stairs to their bedroom. Entering the darkened room, Andy didn't bother turning on the light instead she made a beeline to the bathroom.

Once she reached there, her hand had barely grazed the doorknob though when something hard yet soft slammed into her back causing her to pitch forward head first into the wood. A loud thump, an explosion of pain, and stars burst in front of her eyes. Behind, a warm body pressed fully against hers, pinning her the door. Hot moisture bathed her ear a second later. "Did you enjoy fucking your whore in my house?"

TBC?

AN: May or may not continue this. I wasn't gonna post this because it was merely a way to pass the time when a storm hit here, but ah well tell me what you think.