Drabble Challenge
Drabble Challenge
Rating: PGish (if that)
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don’t own these lovely ladies.
A/N: Thought I’d try to shake my muse awake.
NO EXIT
“Andréa.”
The girl was before her desk in moments preceded by soft footsteps and a breathy “Yes, Miranda.”
“You may take the rest of the night off.”
Brown eyes lit up at the prospect of getting home early to her neglected boyfriend. The brunette nodded and turned with a spring in her step.
Miranda resumed her work. In her more existential moments, she always assumed she’d be the head valet coordinating others’ torture chambers. Instead, the editor found herself to be Inès pining after Estelle who had no desire for her.
Miranda pursed her lips in displeasure. Hell, indeed, was other people.
~~~~~
ALMOST HOME
She’d called only once. Miranda had to be sure that the empty place at her side meant what she thought it did. When her call had gone to voicemail, she knew.
It was not what Miranda had wanted or even what she had envisioned but at least it was over. The torture of the last few months was finally ended.
The flight back from Paris was interminably long. Nigel wasn’t speaking to her and the empty seat beside her was a glaring accusation.
She closed her eyes imagined the crowded streets, the bright lights, the constant motion of her city.
~~~~~
UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES
The letter wasn’t meant as a compliment. It was statement of fact. Andréa had been her greatest disappointment, but the girl had ambition and drive. The Mirror would be fools not to hire her.
Miranda had not expected this turn of events based on it, however.
“Good evening, Miranda.”
Andréa fidgeted under the prolonged silence. She looked ready to bolt at any provocation but her brown eyes also looked determined. Miranda opened her front door wider and allowed the young woman in without a word.
She imagined the thundering pulse at the juncture of Andréa’s neck was due to nerves; Miranda’s was not.
~~~~~
TOO BIG
Miranda couldn’t hold it in. She tried, desperately, to keep it moderated and at bay. But, it pushed on every square inch of her skin. From inside.
From deeper than inside. From her essence. It grew and enlarged exponentially as it expanded out from the very center of her being. Miranda tried to subdue it, to compartmentalize it, to tuck it away in a dark corner of her soul. But it seeped through her and escaped through her eyes and her hands and her heart.
It showed in her smile and her touch.
Being in love was terrifying and wonderful.
~~~~~
UANSWERED PRAYERS
Miranda’s breathing was labored. Her hand covered her eyes in an attempt to block out reality for one more moment; she wanted to hold onto the euphoria for as long as possible. She could still see stars on the back of her eyelids and still hear the roar of her blood pounding in her ears.
“In my pettiest moments,” Miranda could feel warm breath on her ear, “back in the early days when I worked for you, I used to pray that something bad would happen to you...”
Miranda turned and kissed the lips quiet.
“It’s good no one listened.”
Rating: PGish (if that)
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don’t own these lovely ladies.
A/N: Thought I’d try to shake my muse awake.
NO EXIT
“Andréa.”
The girl was before her desk in moments preceded by soft footsteps and a breathy “Yes, Miranda.”
“You may take the rest of the night off.”
Brown eyes lit up at the prospect of getting home early to her neglected boyfriend. The brunette nodded and turned with a spring in her step.
Miranda resumed her work. In her more existential moments, she always assumed she’d be the head valet coordinating others’ torture chambers. Instead, the editor found herself to be Inès pining after Estelle who had no desire for her.
Miranda pursed her lips in displeasure. Hell, indeed, was other people.
~~~~~
ALMOST HOME
She’d called only once. Miranda had to be sure that the empty place at her side meant what she thought it did. When her call had gone to voicemail, she knew.
It was not what Miranda had wanted or even what she had envisioned but at least it was over. The torture of the last few months was finally ended.
The flight back from Paris was interminably long. Nigel wasn’t speaking to her and the empty seat beside her was a glaring accusation.
She closed her eyes imagined the crowded streets, the bright lights, the constant motion of her city.
~~~~~
UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES
The letter wasn’t meant as a compliment. It was statement of fact. Andréa had been her greatest disappointment, but the girl had ambition and drive. The Mirror would be fools not to hire her.
Miranda had not expected this turn of events based on it, however.
“Good evening, Miranda.”
Andréa fidgeted under the prolonged silence. She looked ready to bolt at any provocation but her brown eyes also looked determined. Miranda opened her front door wider and allowed the young woman in without a word.
She imagined the thundering pulse at the juncture of Andréa’s neck was due to nerves; Miranda’s was not.
~~~~~
TOO BIG
Miranda couldn’t hold it in. She tried, desperately, to keep it moderated and at bay. But, it pushed on every square inch of her skin. From inside.
From deeper than inside. From her essence. It grew and enlarged exponentially as it expanded out from the very center of her being. Miranda tried to subdue it, to compartmentalize it, to tuck it away in a dark corner of her soul. But it seeped through her and escaped through her eyes and her hands and her heart.
It showed in her smile and her touch.
Being in love was terrifying and wonderful.
~~~~~
UANSWERED PRAYERS
Miranda’s breathing was labored. Her hand covered her eyes in an attempt to block out reality for one more moment; she wanted to hold onto the euphoria for as long as possible. She could still see stars on the back of her eyelids and still hear the roar of her blood pounding in her ears.
“In my pettiest moments,” Miranda could feel warm breath on her ear, “back in the early days when I worked for you, I used to pray that something bad would happen to you...”
Miranda turned and kissed the lips quiet.
“It’s good no one listened.”