^ The outfit I think Miranda would wear.

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Down Sunset Street and take a right. That's the instructions he had given her. And the ones she was taking.

She had let Roy go home early and driven herself to Brando's apartment. Which was surprisingly only 20 minutes away from her place.

After Runway she had headed home to freshen up and head to his place with a bottle of wine.

She drove there with the radio down low until she heard a familiar tune.

Gloria, you're always on the run now

Running after somebody, you gotta get him somehow

I think you've got to slow down before you start to blow it

I think you're headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it

She started humming along and took a turn in the green light. She had loved this song since it's release. She remembered it playing when she was in high school. And then in her graduation.

20 years ago if someone had told her she'd be were she is. She would of thought winning the lottery was more believable.

Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?

Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?

If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?

You don't have to answer

She approached the gates of the apartment entrance where he lived. A nice tall dark haired man stood in the entrance.

He asked a few questions but quickly let her through. She smiled at the sight. Brando waiting outside his apartment with his hands in his jean pockets.

"Hey."

"Hello, I brought a bottle of wine. I didn't want to come empty handed." Miranda said holding up the bottle of wine.

Brando took it in his left hand, using the other to bring in Miranda, wrapping his arm around Miranda's waist. She smiled and shifted upwards meeting their lips together for a kiss.

..

"Welcome once again to my humble abode. Why don't you head to the living room and choose a record to play? I'll go to the kitchen and check on our dinner."

Miranda nodded and kissed his lips softly before heading to the room. She found the stack of records: looking through them she found really good ones. Till' one caught her eye.

Shirley Basey- If you go away.

She chuckled imagining that this wouldn't be his choice of music.

"Oh you found that one, huh?" Brando asked holding two glasses of wine in his hand.

"Yeah. Who knew?" She took one and walked to the couch.

"It's actually not mine."

"Yeah. Yeah. Then who does it belong to?"

"An ex girlfriend. We had a messy breakup. Wouldn't dare care her to come and get stuff."

"Oh." Miranda sipped her wine. She had never took the time to think that Brando had been in other relationships.

It was obvious he had, it had just stayed burried in the back of her mind. She felt disturbed by this.

"But she's not here anymore. And dinners ready. So, shall we go ahead to the kitchen?"

"Of course." She sipped her wine again, causing it to go down by half it's quantity.

"Oh. Pasta, I love it. Don't eat it much though."

"Well, once in a while won't hurt anyone. Especially you."

Brando pulled a chair back and allowed Miranda to sit. He gave her a warning smile before heading to get the meals.

Setting the expensive china in front of her with creamy and exquisite looking pasta. Her mouth watered just at the sight.

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"So how was your day?"

"Quite calm. Just a meeting with our next special guest for the upcoming cover. And a quick look into the new line that will be displayed , too. How about yours?"

Brando chewed and swallowed the food that currently resided in his mouth before washing it down with a sip of wine.

"Calm, too, I'm glad to say. Just a few calls. Two meetings and a game I got to see in the office."

"Game?"

"Yeah. Soccer, you know."

"I do. But wasting two hours of my existence watching men chase over a ball is not the pass time for me. Maybe more like opera or classical music."

Brando laughed vividly while Miranda looked at him confused to his sudden outburst.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked, finishing the rest of her wine. She reached out for the bottle before Brando sweeped it away.

"I know in my gut that Miranda Priestly doesn't find listening or watching opera as the most accurate pass time. Come on, be honest, what is a pass time that no one knows, I won't tell, I swear?" Brando refilled her glass waiting with a

tempting smile.

"I never said it was the best. I simply stated that I would prefer it to watching a game where the men run around chasing a ball, as if they head had been cut off."

Brando grinned.

"Okay. Pardon for my misinterpretation. What is the perfect hobby, Miranda?"

"Falconing." She simply said.

He did not expect that. She seemed such an indoor kind of woman. The kind that liked to keep her hands clean.

"Really? I did not see that coming. I assumed it was something a little less outdoorsy."

She sipped her wine. He could see the smile that she had tried to hide.

"Don't assume anything on me. And yes falconing, my father practiced it actually, he was great at it. And it was very peaceful to be with him when he did it."

"That's one more thing I know about you."

They smiled at each other.

There was so many things left to learn about about each other. Like how her mother had left her and her sister since very young. And all she had was her father, who had sadly passed away 10 years ago. And a sister who she hadn't spoken with since their father's passing.

Or how Brando had always wanted a beautiful daughter. One he knew he would name Dahlia. His mother's favorite.

She had a bittersweet smile after talking about her father, he noticed. He gawked at her beautiful features. The brown eyeshadow eyeliner that made her eyes appear catlike or the mascara that elongated her natural ones.

"I would like to see you once, only once without Prada, or Gucci. Your face completely bare."

"That's not happening." She laughed sharply. As if he had said a piercing remark.

"Why? You are a very gorgeous woman. All that Prada and makeup crap just takes your natural glow away."

She gulped the rest of her wine before refilling it. That would mark her third, she was pretty sure she was a little more than just tipsy by now.

Miranda ignored his remark and looked over at the record player. Watching it go in circles over and over.

"Dance with me." She said almost a whisper.

He noticed her avoidment to what he had said: but didn't mind.

"Sure,come on pretty lady." He stood up pushing his plate back and extending his arm out.

Miranda smiled almost nonexistently and took his hand. With the other holding on to her glass of wine.

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every day

'Til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

They walked together hand in hand to the center of his living room. They turned to look at each other. Slowly and steadily wrapping their arms around each other.

His arm on her waist and one of hers on his neck. The other of her arms still holding onto a wine glass.

If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure and then

Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go

Through time with

He moved his feet in synch with hers. His arms gripping tightly onto her waist. She stuck her face in his neck still holding on to him. She would occasionally sip the red, pungent liquid.

I

f I had a box just for wishes

And dreams that had never come true

The box would be empty

Except for the memory

Of how they were answered by you

She finished the wine in her glass and slowly put it down in the coffee table next to them. Not having her both arms available she held on to hin with more longing that before. More desire.

Miranda started putting soft And delicate kisses on his neck. His arms around her waist loosened. His hands going up her body, to hold her face. Her lips left his neck and soon connected with his.

It was slow and loving kiss: slowly started turning into a hungry one. She backed him up to the sofa. He quickly fell back. For a moment she stood in front of him: with heavy breathing and her lips red from his biting.

It was an image that many men would ache to have and he felt so fortunate to be the one.

Kicking her shoes off she went on to straddle his waist. Her hips occassionally meeting his in a pleasurable synchrony.

"Mira-Miranda."

She seemed not to hear and kept on moving down. Her hands meeting his shirts buttons. Slowly opening one by one. His hands pushing her skirt up until he was met with the pale skin from her tights.

He took her face and kissed her again. Harder this time.

"Mmmm." She moaned softly.

He stopped her hips from rolling and stopped his kissing.

"Miranda, you are a beautiful woman...but I can't sleep with you."

Her heart dropped at his words.

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TBC