I drabbled a little bit
itunes Drabbles
by Elizabeth
Rating: M
Pairing: Mostly Mirandy. Drabble number 2 features a het pairing. What's scarier: het pairing or lesbian writing het pairing?
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: Dedicated to dragonwine my detention buddy and who everyone should fuss at if this sucks. I feel inspire to write because of such amazing writers in the DWP community. Extra warning about a het pairing in Drabble 2 that might melt your eye balls.
itunes Drabbles
1 Somewhere only we know Keane
“Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?”
Sometimes people talk in their sleep. Sometimes they get up and walk around and do things around their house. Sometimes they have dreams or nightmares. After a few months of being lovers Andy was still enjoying Miranda when she slept. When Miranda went to sleep, her mind was dead to the world, but her body was awake. She couldn’t keep her hands off Andy.
She made love to Andy in her sleep almost on a nightly basis. They often found time to make love when Miranda was awake, but Andy figured it was some kind of unconscious need to have sex as often as she could.
It started out simple with Miranda running her hands over her breasts and over her hips. Miranda was a skilled lover when she was awake, but when she was asleep she lingered so much that Andy often had to touch herself. Andy had told Miranda about her amorous sleeping behavior and Miranda had not believed it. Even when she woke up many times with her fingers still in Andy, and a post-coital feeling between her legs, Miranda didn’t believe it. So Andy just laid back and enjoyed it. She went to work with tired eyes, but with a very satisfied expression.
Last Warning if you don't like het, please scroll to number 3.
2 Sex Nickelback
“Sex is always the answer, it's never a question, 'coz the answer's yes, oh the answer’s yes....”
Miranda Priestly found herself extremely horny and sometimes desperate when she was drunk. This was probably one of the reasons she was in Christian Thompson’s apartment after the latest fund-raiser. In his bed. Naked. And underneath the man. Even drunk Miranda was still imagining what it was like when he made love to Andrea.
With each pivot of his hips, he grunted and Miranda felt comfortable enough with her legs spread and wrapped around him as she held onto his muscular shoulders. It had been two years since Andrea had walked off the job, and Miranda could still how beautiful and sexy she was. Just envisioning what the girls face looked like when she came was enough to make Miranda climax for the third time. That was probably the main reason she was letting Christian Thompson fuck her.
Christian had just ejaculated all over her when they heard the front door of the apartment close. They both stilled as they listened to the clack of high heels on the floor.
The man got up to greet his girlfriend of two years, unashamed.
Miranda’s blue eyes were big as saucers as she waited for Andy Sachs to yell or even start throwing punches. Andy had not taken her eyes off naked Miranda since she’d entered the bed room.
Christian was already undressing the girl. “Happy Birthday baby,” he whispered, placing a kiss on Andy’s shoulder.
A naked Andy then started straddling Miranda and pulled her into a scorching kiss. Andy licked a trail down her torso and began licking the stickiness up between her thighs. Miranda dimly heard Christian start grunting and with the rocking motion that began, she realized he was now fucking Andy. Andy was tonguing and sucking her cunt fiercely. Miranda’s last thought before giving into orgasmic bliss was to ask Christian if she could suck his cock when he was done.
Okay, uncover your eyes now and continue on to Mirandy goodness.
3 Save You Matthew Perryman Jones
“Too many years of dying, why is that? So, help me decide, help me to make up my mind. Wouldn’t that save you?”
It had been three years since Andy had left Runway. She found herself seated in her former employer’s townhouse, baffled. She was confused why she had been summoned and why she had responded in kind. It was also surreal to watch the former fashionista serving her coffee.
The years had not been kind to Miranda. She had left her precious magazine 6 months earlier under mysterious circumstances. She now seemed a ghost of her past glorious self with dark circles under her eyes and was wearing a scarf over her bald head.
“Thank you,” Andy said as she took the mug of coffee. Andy was just about to ask Miranda why she was there when she began to speak.
“I’m dying, Andrea.” Leave it to Miranda to always cut to the chase. “I’m worried about my girls. They are about to inherit quite the fortune and they need someone in their life to guide them. I need someone with strong morals, who won’t take advantage of them to be their guardian.”
Andy’s mouth had dropped open. She started to ask how long Miranda had and before she could speak, “The doctors say six months.” Miranda had always been able to read her mind.
“Urgency is important in this situation Andrea. You had everything handed to you and you had the willpower to walk away.” Miranda’s tone was almost begging at this point. “Of all the people in my life you are the one I want the girls to-“
“I’ll do it,” Andy interrupted her. With a sad smile, Miranda relaxed. When Andy reached over and held her hand, she wept.
4 Viva la Vida Coldplay
“For some reason I can’t explain, I know Saint Peter won’t call my name. Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world.”
There was a Damn wounded Yankee Captain bleeding all over her kitchen table. Mrs. Priestly was livid. She watched as the Doctor tended to his wounds. The Doctor was an old family friend of the Priestly family and had been friend to Miranda’s late husband. The sound of cannon blasts could be heard a few miles away.
“Really, Nigel. First they try to ruin our Southern way of living and now this man is bleeding to death on my table! It’s insufferable!”
Doctor Nigel never stopped his ministrations to save the Yankee’s life. “Our Southern way of living is insufferable, Miranda,” he said with a grin. Nigel loved to correct Miranda. Miranda liked to complain about many things but had freed all the slaves of the Priestly Plantation when the war first started. By day she still attempted to run a fashion business, but by night she was a rebel and even opened up the plantation grounds to hiding runaway slaves.
“By the way,” Nigel finally looked up at her. “It is not a man bleeding to death on your table.”
Miranda looked at him blankly, positive that her friend had lost his mind. The brunette Yankee on the table appeared to be breathing evenly. The Doctor was now packing up his instruments, so Miranda moved closer to get a closer look at the dirty and now recognizable feminine features of the young Yankee captain. Dark Hazel eyes blinked open gently and the young woman in the Yankee Captain’s uniform gasped softly in pain.
Miranda moved closer, intrigued. “Who are you?”
“I’m Andy,” she answered softly before she passed out.
5 Love Story Taylor Swift
“You’ll never have to be alone, I love you and that’s all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It’s a love story baby just say yes.”
Princess Miranda was horrified. For God’s sake she was almost 45 years old and she was going to have to marry a 19-year old. Miranda cursed the day 20 years ago when her father had agreed to the arranged marriage to the child of a neighboring castle. She was sitting in the front court yard of Sachs castle pouting. The stewardss of Priestly castle had driven her five hundred miles and dropped her and all her possessions off.
“Fare thee well Dragon Princess!” they shouted as they drove the horses and carriage away and left her at a strange castle to be wed to a princess she had never met. She had ever met one other princess and that was princess Jacqueline of the Follet castle, and she was a total bitch. The woman had insulted Miranda’s clothing, which Miranda made herself.
She was about to start blubbering when she realized someone had sat next to her on the stone bench. Miranda looked over at the young beautiful girl. The girl had long brown hair and large brown eyes that swallowed her whole. She was dressed like a peasant, so Miranda assumed she was a servant.
"Hello," spoke a sweet voice. Miranda was taken aback at the gorgeous smile of the servant. "I'm Andy. Would you like to come inside the castle?"
Miranda burst in to tears and began to babble. "Those horrible people left me here! Now I have to marry a woman I've never met and I've never been kissed or done anything and I'm going to be expected to consummate the marriage! I have no idea what to do there! No one even proposed to me!" Miranda was out of breath after her rant and it slowed her down enough to notice that the servant had gotten down on one knee after her last words and taken her hand.
"Miranda of castle Priestly, will you be my wife?" It may have been the combination of actual human touch or that Miranda suddenly noticed that the peasant girl had such a sensual mouth that just looked like it had been made for kissing, that she nodded yes to the proposal. The peasant girl's smile got even wider as she raised up and pulled the princess into a sweet meeting of their mouths.
"Princess Andrea, your mother bids you to bring your Dragon Bride into dinner," called Emily one of the serving girls from the front door.
Princess Andy turned to her bride pulling her towards the castle, "Let's go my love." Andy looked at Miranda's clothing. "I love your dress."
Miranda smiled. She would follow her princess wherever she led.
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