It was a typical day at the office. Miranda had been on edge all day and was firing off her orders to everybody. Of course, it was Andy and Emily suffered the most as her assistants.

"She is on fire today, isn't she? " Andy whispered to Emily.

Emily simply glared at her and gave the usual zipping motion across her lips as a sign to shut up

"Andrea." Miranda's soft voice trailed from her office and Andy jumped up, grabbed her notepad and almost ran into Miranda's desk.

"Yes, Miranda?" Andy queried hesitantly.

Miranda sat at her desk and glared at Andy. "Call Roy. Be ready to leave in five minutes." She rolled her eyes. "And try not to kill yourself on the way out. That's all."

"Yes, Miranda." Andy hurried back to her desk and called Roy before grabbing their coats and handbags.

"Bloody hell, why is she taking you to the Prada showroom?" Emily hissed.

Andy shrugged and heard her boss coming from behind. "Coat, bag, now!" Andy hurried over to her.

"Let me help..." Andy stated.

Miranda just grabbed it and gave her a look that almost burned holes in her body. "Don't touch me." She hissed at her assistant.

'Oh boy, she's really bent out of shape today.' Andy thought. All she wanted was to help the editor with her coat, but no, it was clear Miranda didn't want any help from her lowly assistant.

They walked to the elevator and Andy put her coat on while keeping up with her boss. She loved that she always got to walk a few steps behind Miranda, who looked marvellous in her tight pencil skirt and her white wrap-around blouse. That way she could check her out and drool over her all she wanted. She had a serious crush on her boss but she knew nothing would ever happen, not in a million years.

Miranda stepped into the elevator and gave Andy a subtle nod, meaning she was allowed to join her. Since no one ever joined her, Andy always felt a small thrill at this favour. Andy never knew what she was supposed to say in these moments. She understood Miranda hated small talk so she decided, since she was already in a strange mood, to keep her mouth shut.

All of a sudden, Miranda broke the silence startling Andy. "Nothing to say today, Andrea?"

"Hum...what? No, Miranda...unless..." Andy faltered at Miranda's exasperated sigh.

"I hope you brought your notepad, I want you to pay attention at the preview today. Otherwise, I will be exceedingly disappointed." Miranda pursed her lips and Andy was sure she caught sight of a fleeting smirk.

"Y...Yes...I mean...of course, Miranda." Andy wondered what that was all about. Miranda never talked during the elevator ride and she was sure she'd seen Miranda smirk, although it was hard to tell because she only got to glance at her sideways.

Andy's eyes trailed down to Miranda's cleavage. She hadn't closed her coat and it provided a fantastic view. She could feel the blush rising up her cheeks as she imagined what Miranda would be like during sex. Would she be rough and wild, or maybe she liked it gentle and romantic? Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, willing herself to think of something nonsexual immediately. Baseball, Football, dirty laundry...dirty...maybe she liked it dirty...Oh my God, she needed to get her thoughts out of the gutter.

"Eyes up, Andrea," Miranda said calmly and almost inaudibly.

Andy had forgotten she was still staring at Miranda's chest, too lost in her own thoughts. 'Shit, shit, shit! I'm such a fucking moron.' Andy took a deep breath. She looked away and blushed harder.

"Sorry...I..." Before she could finish, they arrived at the ground floor and Miranda stormed across the foyer, her heels clacking furiously against the marble floor.

Roy was already waiting, thankfully and Andy somehow managed to pull herself together while they travelled to the showroom in silence.

When they got to the to the meeting, she was mostly pleased with what they showed Miranda. Andy scribbled down detailed notes on the outfits the editor seemed pleased by and those she was clearly displeased with. The notes would act as a reminder of things that could be included in the next spread.

The meeting took two hours and Andy was glad they were done. She could tell that Miranda was in a slightly better mood, but she was still, very much, Miranda Priestly. Since it was already late, they headed back to Runway and Andy understood she had a long evening ahead as she waited for the book. The ride back was silent, of course, with Andy looking out the window and Miranda was writing emails on her iPhone.

Sometimes, in between answering emails, Miranda glanced over at Andy. She'd noticed very quickly when the girl had developed her little crush on her. Unable to resist, Miranda let her eyes trail over Andy's body and they settled on her backside since she was turned a little towards the window. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and smirked. When she realised what she was doing she turned her focus back to her phone and started typing a response to an email.

What she didn't realize was that Andy had spotted her reaction in the reflection from the window. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath trying to settle the butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach at the blatant once over.

Arriving back at Elias Clarke, they entered the elevator together once again. Andy couldn't think of anything other than the way Miranda's tongue licked her lips. Okay, she just needed to survive that elevator ride and then she would be good.

The elevator ride went smooth until they heard a loud clang. The elevator came to a sudden stop and the lights went off plunging them into darkness.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, my God! Miranda, are you okay?" Andy couldn't see very well in the dark. She focussed and heard Miranda's breathing quicken. "Mir...Miranda? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Her voice held a tinge of panic.

"No, Andrea. Get us...me...out now." Miranda hissed. Andy pressed the emergency button multiple times.

"Maintenance here, what's your emergency?" A disembodied female voice rolled through the elevator.

Andy got herself together, explaining what happened and who was in the elevator with her. "I have Miranda Priestly here with me. We need to get out of here, now."

"Alright Ma'am, stay calm. We'll send someone to fix the elevator right away. Can you tell me if anyone's hurt?" The voice held a touch of concern.

"No, but please, you need to hurry." Andy almost begged, knowing that Miranda must be pissed since she hadn't said anything at all.

"Alright Ma'am, it will take a couple of minutes but please remain calm." She heard a click and knew the operator was gone.

"Hello? Hello? Oh, that's just great..." Andy muttered. "Miranda, are you okay? Please say something so I know you are there."

Miranda's breathing quickened until she was hyperventilating. "Where...wo...would I...go..." She managed to hiss, panting as she struggled to get enough air.

Andy leapt over to her and felt, since she couldn't see much, Miranda leaning against the back wall, holding onto rail behind her as if her life depended on it. "Hey, Miranda, stay calm. Come on, breath with me." Andy inhaled, whispering instructions to the editor as she breathed. "...in...and...out...and again, come on..." She placed her hands onto Miranda's shoulders and slid them down to her hands, lifting them off the rail. "...in...and out..." She took Miranda's hands and entwined them with hers.

Miranda grabbed them tightly and Andy felt how sweaty her palms were.

"Shh, Miranda. Just breathe calmly with me. It's going to be fine. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Andy felt Miranda's hands relax a little more in hers. Her breathing became calmer as she got herself under control.

Andy didn't quite know what came over her, it must have been the sheer relief that Miranda was relaxing, but she leaned forward and hugged the editor. To her surprise, Miranda embraced her right back, sliding her hands around her waist and leaning her head against Andy's shoulder.

"Oh God, Andrea. I am so sorry." Miranda mumbled into her shoulder. She was glad Andy was there but grateful she didn't need to look in her eyes and see the younger woman's pity. She had to admit she felt safe wrapped up in Andy's arms.

"None of that, Miranda. You don't need to apologise to me." Suddenly the elevator jolted and sank down a little before coming to a grinding halt.

Miranda grabbed Andy tighter and started to panic again while Andy grabbed at the rail behind Miranda to steady them both.

They heard some men talking and working on getting them out. "Hello? Don't worry the elevator just jolted because it needed to come down a bit so we can get you out. We will have you out in a minute."

Andy answered that they were fine and that they should hurry. She looked down at Miranda. "Okay, it's going to be fine, you'll see. They'll get us out." She offered reassurances easily.

Miranda didn't speak at all but pulled back from Andy slightly. Andy looked down and saw the tears in Miranda's eyes. Even though the lights were off she saw them glistening.

Andy caressed her cheek and lifted her chin to look straight into her crystal blue eyes. "Miranda, we will be out shortly..."

Andy's brain fried. She couldn't believe it when Miranda just leaned in and kissed her.

The touch of Miranda's lips against hers started soft but when Andy responded, her hands grabbed her waist and she pulled her even closer to deepen their contact.

Little moans escaped their mouths. Andy was amazed by it 'Oh, Jesus. Miranda feels so good. So soft.' She thought.

Miranda pulled back and gave her a little smile. "Thank you, Andrea." She stated quietly.

The elevator lights sprang to life and they parted. Miranda attempted to straighten herself out while Andy did the same. Both women were speechless after what just happened between them.