Title:  Cinquieme As
Rating:  PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Summary:  A short, one shot domestic scene in the shower.  But nothing too naughty.
Disclaimer:  I am not the creator of the characters in this story.  That credit goes to Lauren Weisberger, for the novel she wrote in 2003 and to 20th Century Fox, for the movie produced in 2006. 
A/N:  It always struck me as really cool that Miranda bumped Snoop up to her table in the movie.  This little bit of fluff sort of came to me from there.  The title comes from an albumn by MC Solaar and I wanted to pay tribute because it’s great, but also because Miranda always has a fifth ace up her sleeve.
A/N Update:  Warning! This is an unbetaed early fic.  I *crosses fingers* hope that I've improved since writing this, but I thought I would still tag it correctly for the community.

Also, here is what I think Miranda would be driving.  How hot would she look in this car?

“Miranda?”  Andy called her name as she entered their bedroom and set down her bag.  She'd been gone on assignment for the past week, covering the aftermath of a particularly devastating string of tornadoes that ripped through the Midwest.  She was exhausted. 

All she wanted to do was curl her arms around Miranda and inhale the glorious scent that belonged uniquely to her lover.  Maybe then she would be able to sleep properly.

But there was no answer to her call.  She was about to call Miranda’s name again when she registered music coming from the bathroom.  Andy instantly recognized Dr. Dre, which meant Miranda had not had a good week either.  At least that explained her clipped and weary tone during their daily phone conversations. 

She smiled to herself as she listened to Snoop chime in, “I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world…”  and shook her head.  Rap and Miranda Priestly were an unusual combination to say the least, but Miranda’s wide ranging tastes no longer surprised her. 

Andy remembered the first time she and Miranda had driven up to Miranda's house in Sag Harbor.  She'd been awed when Miranda had pulled up outside her apartment in the most amazing light blue convertible she'd ever seen.  Miranda had looked, well there was no word to adequately describe how Miranda had looked. 

Andy remembered how she had pinched her arm just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.  The pleasant memory of that afternoon floated around her as she willed the stress of the past week to leave her body.  A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

~

 
"What no driver Miranda?"

Miranda gave her a look that said she was beyond stupid for asking.  She climbed into the passenger's seat, delighted by the feel of cool leather against her skin.  

Andy cast a sideways glance at Miranda.  Did the woman have any idea how absolutely gorgeous she looked with her hair blowing out like a silver halo behind her head?

They drove out of the city in silence.  The farther they got, the more Miranda visibly relaxed.  Andy felt a growing sense of contentment.  Being in a car with Miranda behind the wheel was a luxury to be savored.

Andy's hair had pulled free of its bun and billowed out behind her.  The wind massaged her scalp.  She felt like she was being lit up from the inside; joy seemed to sprout directly from her skin, twining her body in vines of pure happiness.  She sighed.

Miranda looked at her, a rare and genuine smile on her lips.  And then she flicked on the radio, giving the volume control a generous turn.  She couldn’t help but laugh when Nelly’s ‘Ride Wit Me’ started thumping from the speakers.  She caught Miranda smiling again as she bobbed her head and began tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

~

Andy knew Miranda wasn't smiling now.  She nudged open the bathroom door;  it was like a sauna.  She could just make out Miranda’s backside through the fogged glass of the shower door.

She stripped off her clothes and braced for the scalding her skin was about to receive.  Miranda started when she opened the shower door. 

Before Andy could offer a word of greeting, Miranda had her pressed up against the wall of the shower.  Her tongue demanded entrance to Andy's mouth as her hands kneaded her quickly dampening hair.  It was so hot, literally and figuratively, but she needed to breathe.

Miranda must have sensed this because she pulled away slightly.  Her eyes were glazed.

“Gosh, It’s nice to see you too Miranda.”

“Mmm…I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

“Yes, well I decided to catch an earlier flight.”  She nuzzled Miranda’s neck.

Andy drew back in order to look Miranda in the eye.  She ran her hands down her lover's spine and cupped her bottom.  “So dearest, how was your week?”

Miranda tensed in her arms.  Andy was not pleased by the lines of worry that appeared on Miranda’s brow, or the way she pursed her lips as if sucking on a lemon.

“My week was, well it was a disaster.  You have no idea what it’s like to be surrounded by utter incompetence day in and day out.  And Irv.  Irv thinks he going to..."

Miranda’s voice trailed off.  Andy knew better than to niggle.  Instead she pressed her forehead against Miranda’s and kissed her nose.  Miranda always pretended like she hated this, but Andy knew better. 

It was a little known fact that Miranda Priestly had a deviated septum, which she stubbornly refused to have corrected.  Andy thought it was just one more thing to love about her as she kneaded Miranda's bottom and slowly moved her hands up Miranda's sides until she held one glorious breast in each hand.

She sucked lightly on Miranda’s earlobe.  “I’m sorry you had a bad week Miranda.”

“Yes, well.”  Miranda arched into her as she circled her tongue around a hard pink nipple before taking it into her mouth.  “I have to say it is rapidly improving by the second.”

Andy smiled and ran her hands over Miranda’s forehead in an effort to smooth away the worry.

“I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap.  Try to be the king but the ace is back…”

Andy couldn’t help herself.  She laughed into Miranda’s chest as the lyrics struck her.

Miranda pulled back and glared at her.  “I fail to see what’s so amusing Andrea.”

She brought her mouth back up to Miranda’s earlobe for another nibble.  “Dr. Dre Miranda?”

Andy could feel Miranda raise an eyebrow in challenge.  She laughed again and ran her tongue along Miranda's shoulder blade.  She felt Miranda go slack in her arms. 

Andy lived for moments like this.  Moments when it felt like the love they shared was all that mattered in the world.  Still chuckling, she shut her eyes and slid her leg between Miranda's knees.  It was wonderful to be home.