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So Andy was not  used to seeing Miranda in filmy, floor-length champagne silk, with a full skirt that flowed down from the empire bodice. The color, which by all rights should have washed her out, instead matched her skin tone so perfectly that she almost appeared to be naked beneath a thin film of gold lace. The dress was also extremely low-cut. It was not the dress of a pregnant fifty-year-old newly single mother. It was, it was…

She heard herself saying stupidly, like she had when she saw Miranda at the benefit, "Wow." Only it sounded a lot more breathless and Miranda could actually hear her this time.

Miranda glanced at her, raising her eyebrows even as she gave Andy the once-over herself. "I mean, uh," Andy added.

Miranda is forced to go on Dancing with the Stars to improve her image or some nonsense and is paired with beloved-by-all professional dancer, Andy Sachs…Miranda is pissed at first because WHY would they pair her with a WOMAN, but the chemistry between them is just FIRE and between all the rehearsals and CLOSE proximity, they begin to fall for one another. It’s hot, it’s sexy, it’s in all the little touches and sassy, intimate dance moves that Andy choreographs herself (maybe at first to try to fluster Miranda and take the stick out of her ass, but then actually finds herself drawn in and irrevocably attracted to her). Miranda is a natural at all this sass/sexy hip swaying (who knew?!) and the public are enthralled each week with how their chemistry just seems to grow and grow. The finale is an incredibly sexy salsa-tango mash up with a whole lot of legs sliding between legs and back-against-front hip grinding and dramatic dips….and of course they win the show and fall in love while they’re at it.