If past is the future 11/11 author: cat_copper
rating: R
Pairing: Andy / Miranda Andy and short / Nate
disclaimers ..: Character etc. are not mine
summary: The past gets in the true sense of the word and Andrea Miranda one.
How they handle it?
AN: This is the epilogue, and thus reached the end of my story. In the epilogue, I had several ideas and I hope you have not disappointed with the selected. Meryl Streep has a lovely voice because I had to use just once;)
Thanks to all who followed it up to here and read the time and have made a comment. Oh so beautiful and third Sunday of Advent at all = D
luck Such a meeting had been not every day, and certainly not with his Ex-boss that you have not only embraced but really loves. Accordingly, excited and nervous as it was,
Only this crazy dream or what it was and then not even half an hour later to call Miranda. Not that this fact is curious, they also suggested a meeting. Why now? , she wondered. With a trembling finger she pressed the bell of Miranda's townhouse and tugged nervously at the edge of her short jacket. In her dream, everything was so real, to return to their past to learn the day when they know Miranda for the first time, feeling what she felt during her first kiss. As she could not think of the look of longing, love and warmth of it in this blauen Augen gesehen hatte? Wie sollte sie mit dieser Ladung von Gefühlen der gleichen Frau gegenübertreten welche das alles nie miterlebte?
Die Tür öffnete sich und Miranda stand nun vor ihr, "Hi.", brachte sie hervor.
Miranda viel es schwer ein neutrales Gesicht zu bewahren das nicht gleich Bände sprach was sie empfand, "Komm rein Andrea.", sagte sie und führte diese in ihr Wohnzimmer.
Nachdem Andrea im Sessel platz genommen hatte und Miranda auf der Couch herrschte für einige Sekunden Stille. Miranda weil sie überlegte wie sie es am besten Formulieren sollte und Andrea weil sie sich fragte was Miranda mit ihr bereden wollte. Es war dann Miranda die das Wort ergriff, "Kann I offer you something to drink? "
" Water please. "she said to her mouth felt uncomfortable on dry. Is she the only one, or could they actually see a hint of nervousness? Andrea shook her head slightly, that was virtually impossible in the presence of Miranda Priestly, a former assistant, who she had to leave, had nervously. As Miranda with a glass of water and wine for himself, again returned, Andrea had gathered enough courage to answer the call hopefully going to bring. "Thanks." she said, taking a sip, "What would persuade you with me?" she asked kindly, and without trembling voice.
Miranda more her gaze from, out of fear Andrea could see everything in her eyes and felt what she was thinking, "Something that I experienced or not. But that does not matter, only it is thus a lot clearer to me." she said .
The nervousness and tension gradually departed the curiosity, "How can you not be sure whether you experienced it?" Wondered Andrea.
"It was all more real than any dream I ever had, the people, smells and Found ..", but broke off Miranda in the latter word because they do not slight uncertainty whether too much said, spread through her .
Andrea now had the vague feeling Miranda explained her just what she had recently happened to himself. First, she and Miranda at the charity event by Nate on or better yet shot and the next moment she was back at her little desk were without significant time had passed. You had to know more now, "What happened in your dream?"
What should they fear it only answers without having to Andrea to scare the same? The fear of the Andrea finally disappeared from her life was once again shattered the dream like a soap bubble.
you already missed the soft lips on hers, the touch of hands gently brushed through her hair and her skin and words which lovingly in her Whispered words were. But Andrea sitting here living with him to have gave her the necessary strength to risk it, "Apart from the end it was one of the best dreams ...", she paused briefly to Andrea now directly into the brown eyes" to focus You know, it's not my former assistants to invite. "
Even if they tried anything negative to hear from that statement out, so not a reproachful tone was among them, "Why I Miranda?" She asked, holding more eye contact.
"In my dream I had done that before this step and had had him for a second regretted it." She took a deep breath, "Without it first notice you are someone special to become me. "she admitted. Her blue eyes looked away from the Brown because she had seen too much fear a negative reaction in them.
Andreas heart however was formally a somersault for joy and happiness. No way they would have would hope to dare Miranda her such feelings have placed. Despite all reason she could so misinterpret her heart said something else. Slowly she got up, went to Miranda over and sat down beside her and pushed his thumb and index finger gently under Miranda's chin. gently turned Miranda they head in their direction so that they could not avoid her gaze. There are so many things to say they were currently, but they could never put into words just what in front of her was. Only a gesture capable of this, and inch by inch shrink the distance between them so that their lips without hesitation in a kiss clashed.
No word, nothing heard from Andrea. Was this so shocked? What Andrew thought about it now because even if they are not the direct words were used, those were good listening between the lines out. Had she lost the younger woman forever? Deep in thought she did not take the true, Andrea had placed beside her. Only the finger under her chin, she shook the thought and she did not object tried to fight back. Her body responded as if by the touch of Andrea, no resistance as the two fingers the leadership of their head took over. The feeling of the velvety lips to her was so familiar and yet it was the same as the first time that their lips touched. With closed eyes, she was lost in the kiss and every thought they had now had yet was only Andrea.
J'Attendais, J'Attendais, Le pays de ton corps le toucher de tes mains, Ma douce boussole mon nord, Le sens à demain mes , words of this song crept into her thoughts. The words as a cry of longing were spoken in her dream of Miranda. She could almost feel the wave of emotions as her Miranda cited lines from the song and just the emotions they felt at that Kiss again. The kiss broke up and she looked in her blue eyes, "I love you Miranda."
"And I love you." Said Miranda. She grabbed Andrew's hand, "do you want to stay here today?"
Smiling agreed to Andrea, "There is nothing I'd rather do."
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2 weeks later Somewhere in the city,
"'No, that and I will not have seen." Said a young woman.
"What do you mean?" Wanted to know the man who was sitting with her.
"She is determined to blame." Pimped it on without responding to the question.
The man looked at the blond woman who looked too confused and shrugged his shoulders. But before they could attempt a further question went on the enigmatic statement, "It is incomprehensible how such things can happen."
"Could you tell us a little more detail what you mean and who?", Demanded to know Serena.
The redhead looked at Serena and Nigel, Andrea Sachs, "Emily was just the answer.
"Six?" What she did that upset you so? "Hooked Nigel curiously.
"I have seen yesterday evening." Serena was really slow
impatiently, "So?" After a
smaller theatrical pause, she told the last piece of the puzzle, "I had seen how, shortly before I delivered the book had been let into the home of Miranda.".
But before both her audience could digest this news put it even after one, "Although this was a surprise but I will not believe what was the fact that she and Miranda are set forth .." she shook her head at the image in her head. should be
The other two suspected what the last word from Emily, and said in Union, "You mean well but not kissed?"
"Oh, yes." confirmed it.
All three sigh because they knew exactly what to expect even more to them this should become public.
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At the same time Andrea lay on his stomach in the huge bed of Miranda's bedroom and flipped through the latest issue of Runway. She looked behind the bathroom door just because they have not opened it, leaving her gaze wander to the magazine and glanced in the corner of my eye something in flash. As their curiosity'd win but she thought not long after it began but with the index and middle fingers to fish for something behind the bedside table. When she could not believe something with her finger tips she fished it out and looked at the object which was a CD. This must have accidentally fallen behind than it was the last time packed in half-sleep, however. They looked at the CD but could find no reference to the content so they put it in the player and pressed Start. The CD was sounded, and when the first notes of the song, she remained in the position in which it was straight. That was that in her dream, and like the first time when she heard she was drawn into its spell.
The song was Andrea so drawn into their world of thought which they opened the bathroom door not paying attention as Miranda and stand directly in the doorway was after she heard what Andrea was playing a song. Leaning against the door frame she smiled at the sight of the junior in their lives within the last few weeks had so changed. First it was a song of longing then the memory of a dream or illusion that ended in tragedy, while a second chance for them was. It was quite strange that they had both experienced in their illusion of the past experienced the same thing and thought it was real. Softly she began to sing the words so that their voice in harmony with the vocals and pasted each word were more price of their feelings so that no one would guess this may come from Miranda Priestly.
Now Andrea also noted their presence, and looked surprised at her before a small smile, her lips began to play. She got up, went to Miranda and took her hand, "I love you" she whispered.
Miranda smiled, and with every word she came closer to the irresistible lips of Andrea. Her singing stopped when her lips in a fiery kiss and met Andrea while she gently pushed towards the bed. Like the wind, the sail boat, the sound of the song of love and longing for each other drive continues to progress and the memories of a never-existent past, what of the future.
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