The Gift of Possibilities - The Seventh Part II
Yes. The Jellyroll of Trouble's. Got a little Captain in ya?
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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Seventh - Part 2 ~ Ruari’s
10:30pm MST December 23, 2014
“Cass, Caro, wake up,” Andy coaxed. “We’re here, and you’re way too big to carry.”
The girls woke with minimal effort and helped their parents carry the luggage and extra groceries into the cabin. Cabin, of course, was a loose term at best. The abode was three bedrooms, a family-style den, study, dining room, living room, and kitchen. It sat on three acres of mostly forested land with an old barn and two sheds. It was a favorite vacation spot, and Miranda was overjoyed they could spend their Christmas here.
The caretaker had thoughtfully cut down a beautiful full Douglas fir and placed it in the house. All it required were decorations, which he’d also retrieved from the attic for them. The boxes sat close to the tree beneath the front window. Miranda was incredibly pleased with his efforts, and they would not be forgotten. The tree was not the only foliage she’d spied in the cabin, either.
In no time, the SUV was emptied and secured, and the exhausted girls hugged and kissed their parents and headed upstairs to their rooms, dragging their bags behind them. Andy grinned at them as she stood at the base of the stairs with her hands on her hips. “You can sleep in tomorrow, you know!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” mumbled Cassidy with a wave of her hand.
Andy shook her head at the Miranda-ism. Her grin grew bigger when she was grasped from behind, arms wrapping tightly about her waist. She leaned back into her wife. “Hmmm, what about you? Wanna sleep in tomorrow?”
“Perhaps,” the older woman whispered. Miranda nibbled at nearby flesh, her insides fluttering at Andrea’s gasp. “But first, you have to kiss me.”
“Have to?” Andy moaned, distracted by busy lips at her neck.
“Uh huh. Look up.”
Andy absently glanced up. “Oh,” she mumbled. “That again.” Now thoroughly aroused, she spun around and crushed her lips to Miranda’s. Many minutes passed as the ladies paid homage to the mistletoe dangling above.
“Upstairs. Now.”
“Uh huh.”
10:30am December 24, 2014
“No popcorn. Food does not belong on a Christmas tree no matter what Andrea says.”
“But Mom, what’ll we use? We already put the real garland on the banisters!”
“Cassidy, what’s in that box in the corner?”
“Uh…looks like tape, hooks, a couple spools of ribbon…that’s all.”
“Oh, you’re a funny girl, aren’t you, darling? How much ribbon? Caroline? How much would we need for the tree?”
“Well…it looks to be about eight feet around at the bottom…so tapering up…I’d say about thirty-six feet.”
“Cass?”
“Yeah, we got enough, Andy.”
“I just love having a math genius in the family.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t get bent out of shape, Cassidy. You’re another word nerd like Andrea.”
“With three soccer scholarship offers.”
“Andy!”
“Andrea!”
“Andy!”
“Hey, I’m just sayin’…”
2:00pm December 24, 2014
“Mom, we’re going out to build our snowman.”
“Andrea, don’t forget your sunglasses.”
“Are you not going to join us?”
“No, I think I’ll wait until it’s time to dress and accessorize him. Then, of course, I’ll offer my expert opinion.”
“It’s a snowman, Miranda. Not a run-through.”
“Details, details.”
11:45pm December 24, 2014
“Hey, Santa? Can I interest you in a naked massage?”
“Absolutely, darling. I’d do any manner of wicked things for one.”
“How wicked?”
“Come find out.”
“Well? What are you waiting for, Wife? The stockings are all hung by the chimney with care, blah, blah, blah.”
“What is your hurry?”
“I can’t get that vision of a sugar plum in my head ‘til you get up in the bed!”
1:35am December 25, 2014
“Oh, God…*huff puff*…I adore you, Andrea…*huff puff*…magic hands.”
“Mmph.”
“Merry…*huff puff*…Christmas, darling.”
“Mmph.”
*giggle*
9:20am December 25, 2014
“Mom? Andy? What’s that noise?”
“That’s a blizzard, Caro.”
“Really? Cool!”
“Yep. Here, eat breakfast so we can open presents!”
“Who’s the kid here, Andy?”
“Shut it.”
10:35am December 25, 2014
“Snowmobiles?!! You guys are the best parents ever!!!”
“Snowmobiles?!! You guys are the best parents ever!!!”
8:15pm December 25, 2014
“Andrea, is it still snowing?”
“Yep. Doesn’t look like it’s planning to stop anytime soon. Hey, who’s turn?”
“It’s mine!”
“Try to remember to keep it clean this time, Cassidy-darling.”
“Yes, Mom. Ok, ready?”
“-----“
“Two words.”
“First word.”
“One syllable.”
“Hammer? No.”
“We need a ‘sounds like,’ darling.”
“Sounds like…ring? Yes? Ok, sounds like ring.”
“Ding? No.”
“Ping! Yes!”
“Second word…one syllable.”
“Chest? No.”
“Thump? No.”
“Pecks? Yes! Sounds like pecks?”
“SEX???”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“PING SEX!??”
“Tackle her, Andrea!”
11:57pm December 25, 2014
Miranda held up the covers and sighed in appreciation when her wife crawled in and snuggled up against her. “Merry Christmas again, Andrea.”
Andy wiggled closer until they were flush against one another. “Every year, it just gets better and better,” she whispered reverently.
“I agree, darling. I definitely agree.”
Andy pressed a kiss to Miranda’s throat. “I mean, I’m resigned to the fact that I’m never gonna give you a gift that’s as great as that first one. No big. But I always hope to come close each year.” Her hand drifted down to cup the back of Miranda’s thigh, gently pulling until her leg rested over her own, running her hand up and down the smooth flesh.
“And you do.” Miranda buried her fingers in Andrea’s mane and tugged back so she could have at her wife’s full lips. “Mmm, darling, you are the best gift-giver I have ever met. You succeed every year.” She deepened the kiss and rolled them over, coming to rest on top of Andrea. “No one understands me better than you.” A gentle roll of her hips and Andrea’s legs parted to make room. “Although,” she whispered hotly as she kissed her way down pale, creamy skin. “This year was the closest you’ve ever come to equaling that first one. Well…the first and third. Living is still a very big deal to me, Andrea.”
“Yeah,” Andy gasped, her body in flames. “Thought you’d like that.” She moaned as Miranda’s kisses traveled further south. “Oh please, oh please.” She reached down and grasped a handful of silken silvery locks. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m just showing you how very much I love you. You beautiful, gorgeous woman.”
“Oh, God. Miranda? Baby? Less talk. More show.”
“Mmm, yes. That’s all.”
“Oh, yes. That’s a--MIRANDA!”
~R