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Bitter Wine
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Paris went a little differently? The extended version of my drabble ‘Der Fehler des Mädchen’
A/N: I’ve taken a bit of a geographical liberty and ripped the Fernsehturm out of Düsseldorf and stuck it in Paris =)
Andy frowned as the elevator rose ever higher, its speed making her stomach turn over. Christian, noticing her discomfort, tightened his hold on her hand. She smiled gratefully; how she hated lifts. Thankfully, the ride was mercifully short and moments later she was standing in a circular room, its glass walls slanting down, offering fantastic views of Paris. It was perfect…
“What do you think?” Christian asked, his breath whispering across her ear.
Well, it would have been perfect, if not for the company, Andy amended.
That it’s a plot to get me to fall into your arms. Andy thought, snidely. “It’s very…romantic,” Andy said, after just a moment’s pause.
“Let me get you a drink…stay here,” he said with a wink, sauntering over to the bar.
Andy took advantage of the moment alone to better appreciate the sights of Paris. Walking hesitantly to a window, she approached as far as she dared, and then, taking a deep breath, reached out and pushed a hand against the glass. It didn’t move, she realised with a sigh of relief, but it was still quite disconcerting, looking down, god-like, on the small, ant-sized people below. She didn’t think she’d be pressing her full weight against the window anytime soon, as the teenagers beside her seemed so keen on doing.
Christian’s reflection in the glass meant she wasn’t surprised by his attempt to sneak up behind her, but she was still annoyed when he pressed his weight into her back, pushing her even further towards the glass. He smiled at her gasp of surprise, and she wondered if he knew it hadn’t been a happy sound; then she wondered if he cared. She accepted the drink gratefully, she knew it wasn’t wise to drink too much with him around, but she knew she would need a lot just to get through the evening. Besides, she deserved it after the stressful week she’d been having.
Forty minutes later, the Eiffel tower seemed to swim strangely in the distance and Andy accepted that as a good enough reason to refuse when Christian tried to hand her another glass of wine.
“Thank you, but I really should be getting going, I have to call in on Miranda and get her to sign something for tomorrow once she gets back from her function tonight.” Andy lied. She really wanted to be by herself, back in her hotel room. She could normally handle her drink, but now her head was swimming unaccountably, and there was a strange whooshing in her ears. He probably spiked my drink, she thought with a smile, but instantly became more serious when she realised she wouldn’t put it past him.
“Ok, well, at least let me take you back to your hotel, Miranda-girl. It wouldn’t do for such a fine young lady to walk the streets by herself.” Christian said with a grin he probably thought was charming.
“Ok,” Andy said a little grudgingly, realising she probably wouldn’t make it back to her hotel room at all without a little assistance. Shrugging of the arm Christian tried to wrap around her shoulders, Andy stumbled back to the lift, earning her a derisive look from the assistant there.
Despite having to bat off Christian’s wandering hands more than once in the cab, Andy had to loop an arm through his as they walked back to the hotel, her feet seemed to co-operate with her steadily less as time went on. As they reached her hotel, she moved away from him slightly.
“Well, I think I can make it by myself from here, thanks,” she said with a smile, hoping he would just leave.
“Well, if you’re sure.” He said, and pulled her flush up against him, landing a kiss on her lips that, though it was surprisingly chaste; was entirely unwelcome. “Goodnight, Miranda-girl,” he said, smiling, before walking off.
Shuddering, Andy pulled her arms around herself and walked quickly back into the hotel.
Inside the hotel, an older woman sat in her window seat, watching the scene before her unfold with an almost sadistic interest, her Prada pumps lying discarded by her chair.
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Paris went a little differently? The extended version of my drabble ‘Der Fehler des Mädchen’
A/N: I’ve taken a bit of a geographical liberty and ripped the Fernsehturm out of Düsseldorf and stuck it in Paris =)
Andy frowned as the elevator rose ever higher, its speed making her stomach turn over. Christian, noticing her discomfort, tightened his hold on her hand. She smiled gratefully; how she hated lifts. Thankfully, the ride was mercifully short and moments later she was standing in a circular room, its glass walls slanting down, offering fantastic views of Paris. It was perfect…
“What do you think?” Christian asked, his breath whispering across her ear.
Well, it would have been perfect, if not for the company, Andy amended.
That it’s a plot to get me to fall into your arms. Andy thought, snidely. “It’s very…romantic,” Andy said, after just a moment’s pause.
“Let me get you a drink…stay here,” he said with a wink, sauntering over to the bar.
Andy took advantage of the moment alone to better appreciate the sights of Paris. Walking hesitantly to a window, she approached as far as she dared, and then, taking a deep breath, reached out and pushed a hand against the glass. It didn’t move, she realised with a sigh of relief, but it was still quite disconcerting, looking down, god-like, on the small, ant-sized people below. She didn’t think she’d be pressing her full weight against the window anytime soon, as the teenagers beside her seemed so keen on doing.
Christian’s reflection in the glass meant she wasn’t surprised by his attempt to sneak up behind her, but she was still annoyed when he pressed his weight into her back, pushing her even further towards the glass. He smiled at her gasp of surprise, and she wondered if he knew it hadn’t been a happy sound; then she wondered if he cared. She accepted the drink gratefully, she knew it wasn’t wise to drink too much with him around, but she knew she would need a lot just to get through the evening. Besides, she deserved it after the stressful week she’d been having.
Forty minutes later, the Eiffel tower seemed to swim strangely in the distance and Andy accepted that as a good enough reason to refuse when Christian tried to hand her another glass of wine.
“Thank you, but I really should be getting going, I have to call in on Miranda and get her to sign something for tomorrow once she gets back from her function tonight.” Andy lied. She really wanted to be by herself, back in her hotel room. She could normally handle her drink, but now her head was swimming unaccountably, and there was a strange whooshing in her ears. He probably spiked my drink, she thought with a smile, but instantly became more serious when she realised she wouldn’t put it past him.
“Ok, well, at least let me take you back to your hotel, Miranda-girl. It wouldn’t do for such a fine young lady to walk the streets by herself.” Christian said with a grin he probably thought was charming.
“Ok,” Andy said a little grudgingly, realising she probably wouldn’t make it back to her hotel room at all without a little assistance. Shrugging of the arm Christian tried to wrap around her shoulders, Andy stumbled back to the lift, earning her a derisive look from the assistant there.
Despite having to bat off Christian’s wandering hands more than once in the cab, Andy had to loop an arm through his as they walked back to the hotel, her feet seemed to co-operate with her steadily less as time went on. As they reached her hotel, she moved away from him slightly.
“Well, I think I can make it by myself from here, thanks,” she said with a smile, hoping he would just leave.
“Well, if you’re sure.” He said, and pulled her flush up against him, landing a kiss on her lips that, though it was surprisingly chaste; was entirely unwelcome. “Goodnight, Miranda-girl,” he said, smiling, before walking off.
Shuddering, Andy pulled her arms around herself and walked quickly back into the hotel.
Inside the hotel, an older woman sat in her window seat, watching the scene before her unfold with an almost sadistic interest, her Prada pumps lying discarded by her chair.
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