The Gift of Possibilities: The Sixth
That's right, tease the Little Freakboat....
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is neither mine nor Ruari's. No infringement intended, no money being made. The building belongs to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. We're just redecorating. When finished, we will tear down the new curtains and fancy artwork, but leave the festive paint…
Rating: T
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Mirandy
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Sixth ~ CeeLyn’s
“This just so completely SUCKS!”
“Caroline, please. Language.”
“Car’ is right, Mom. This totally sucks.”
This was the conversation that welcomed Andy as she climbed into the front seat of the car.
“Hi, Roy. Merry Christmas,” she said softly while Miranda and the girls continued in the backseat.
“Girls, I understand. Completely. But the airport is shutting down. There is simply no way we can leave tonight.”
“Probably tomorrow either, if the weatherman is even halfway right,” chimed in Roy from the driver’s seat.
A double groan from the twins accompanied by a death stare by Miranda forced his attention back to the snowy roads.
Andy turned in her seat.
“Hi, girls. I know, this totally su- is such a shame, isn’t it? Hello, Miranda,” she said warmly.
“Andrea,” Miranda’s poise was perfect as ever, but her eyes held a hint of exhaustion. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed about postponing our trip…”
The twins had absolutely no idea that statement was a comment on their behavior and continued their rant.
“This is so incredibly unfair! Half of our presents are already there! What are we supposed to do Christmas morning?”
The bleep of a message on a cell phone immediately silenced them.
“Was that you or me?”
“Me,” said Cassidy while digging out her phone. “Oh cool, Chas wants to play again.”
Caroline was already digging for her phone. “Me too, tell her me too!”
“Chas?” inquired Miranda. “Who is this ‘Chas’?”
“That’s Chastity Harold. She’s in the Cassidy’s English Lit class, remember?” prodded Andy.
Miranda nodded absently.
“Are you okay?” Andy mouthed silently to her.
Miranda gave her a soft smile and nodded to the girls, her eyes rolling just a touch.
Andy grinned and almost laughed out loud. Who would have thought Miranda Priestly actually had an eye roll in her?
“Oh cool, oh cool,” called out Cassidy. “Here we go… ‘t-r-e-e’…”
“What are you playing?” asked Andy.
“Word association. We get a bunch of people and keep forwarding the list on. It gets pretty funny,” Cassidy stopped talking as her fingers began flying over the tiny keys again.
“Christmas. I get ‘Christmas’? Bor-ing,” chimed in Caroline while typing her response.
“Snow,” Miranda said, apparently playing along all by herself.
“Cold.” Andy figured she might as well join in.
“Hot.”
An obvious response, yes, but not the way it was said. Andy turned around again only to find Miranda staring forcefully at her. Andy’s raised eyebrow asked her unspoken question.
“Hot.” This time it was said with unmistakable undertones.
Andy held Miranda’s gaze for another moment then slowly turned back to face the front of the car. Retrieving her own cell phone from her bag she typed out a text to Miranda.
A: Hot?
Miranda must have had her Blackberry on silent, because there was no tell tale beep or buzz from the backseat. Still, only moments later there was a reply on Andy’s phone.
M: Hot.
Andy thought for a moment.
A: Tropical?
M: Indeed.
A smile slid into place as Andy began to type again.
A: Island
M: Paradise.
A: Honeymoon
M: Beautiful.
A: Exquisite
M: You.
That put a lump in Andy’s throat.
A: Wife
M: Wife.
A: HOT
There was a quick chuckle from the backseat.
M: Cheeky.
A: Mouthy
M: Kiss.
A: HOT HOT HOT
There was silence from the backseat.
A: Sorry. I’ll play properly.
M: Doubtful.
A: True
M: Love.
A: Infinite
M: Endless
A: Perfect
M: Gorgeous.
A: You, in a bathing suit!
M: You, out of a bathing suit.
Andy felt a flush starting to creep up the back of her neck and was glad she had worn her hair down today.
A: Your fingers caressing my skin.
M: Your fingers running through my hair.
A: Your lips feathered on my eyelids.
M: Your lips firm against my breast.
A: Your breath soft against my ear.
M: Your breath hot against my-
“Mom, what are you doing?” Caroline asked.
Miranda responded without missing a beat, “Just sending a few messages, dear.”
“Well, why are you breathing funny?”
Miranda stopped cold and looked at her daughter. “I am not breathing funny.”
“Yeah, you are,” added Cassidy. The twins looked at each other, then at their mother, then at Andy.
“Oh man, you guys are doing it again, aren’t you? That is so gross, God, stop it.”
Caroline laughed while Cassidy continued to be mortified. “Parents should not have Ping Sex, I swear…that is so… ewww.”
Andy sat stunned in the front seat, still not quite certain she had heard what she had heard. Her phone vibrated in her hands.
M: Did you catch that?
A: Yeah. The girls know about Ping Sex!
M: You know what I mean.
A: Yes. I do. Parents.
M: They love you.
A: And I love them.
M: Indeed.
Andy sat quietly for a moment taking in the sight of the falling snow. Christmas had always been special to her, and now even more so. She knew she and the girls had become close, but this was different. This was special. This was family.
What an amazing gift. Every year she thought things couldn't get any better than the year before. Every year she had been surprised. So they didn't make it out tonight. Or tomorrow. Who cares? They had each other, and they had love.
And they had incredible sex!
A: Resume?
M: Shortly
A: Home?
M: Bed.
A: Indeed.
M: For starters…
A: Cheeky
M: Bad influence.
A: Just bad.
M: Indeed. But in a good way.
A: Really?
M: Really.
A: Hot.
M: Tropical Island
A: Exquisite Honeymoon Sex
M: Amazing Incredible Or-
“MOM, YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!”