3 Devil Wears Prada Drabbles
Devil Wears Prada: Andy/Emily - stilettos - requested by elasticella
Rating: PG, Word Count: 100
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen a woman wearing stilettos before. It wasn’t as if there weren’t thinner, more conventionally attractive women strolling around the building.
Emily found herself unable to look away from Andy. She was grateful that the brunette was occupied with her task because Emily was engrossed in taking in every inch of her appearance. The black Jimmy Choo stilettos accentuated her calves. Her bare legs led up to a Chanel pencil skirt. The matching blazer was draped over her desk chair, leaving Andy in just a clingy black tank top.
Andy turned; Emily swallowed hard.
Devil Wears Prada: Andy/Miranda - the book - requested by madampresident
Rating: PG, Word Count: 100
Miranda accepted the book, dropping it onto the table without sparing it so much as a glance. She backed Andy against the closet door and leaned a hand against the surface.
“Hello, Andrea.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Andy knew that no good could come of this. The throbbing arousal between her thighs told her not to worry about that right now. There were other, more pressing, matters to attend to.
Andy gripped the lapels of Miranda’s blazer and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Miranda moaned into the kiss and Andy was putty in her hands.
Devil Wears Prada: Andy/Miranda - sleeping in - requested by madampresident (150 words)
Rating: R, Word Count: 150
Andy’s eyes fluttered open. She stretched out with a contented smile. Miranda’s bed was like sleeping on a cloud. How lovely it was to be well rested for work- OH, SHIT!
Andy shot up, grabbing her clothes, frantically dressing and gathering up her things.
Thirty minutes later, Andy was running down the hallway of Runway, hearing Nigel stage whisper “walk of shame.” to Jocelyn.
Andy was about to sit at her desk when she was summoned into the belly of the beast. Emily gave her a smug look, watching the brunette trek toward her fate. Andy dutifully marched into Miranda’s office.
“You think just because you made me come three times last night you can waltz in an hour late?”
Andy smirked. Miranda’s reprimand was uncharacteristically playful. “No, Miranda.” She shook her head indulgently.
Miranda grinned suggestively. “If you can make it five tonight, you can have tomorrow morning off.”
Rating: PG, Word Count: 100
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen a woman wearing stilettos before. It wasn’t as if there weren’t thinner, more conventionally attractive women strolling around the building.
Emily found herself unable to look away from Andy. She was grateful that the brunette was occupied with her task because Emily was engrossed in taking in every inch of her appearance. The black Jimmy Choo stilettos accentuated her calves. Her bare legs led up to a Chanel pencil skirt. The matching blazer was draped over her desk chair, leaving Andy in just a clingy black tank top.
Andy turned; Emily swallowed hard.
Devil Wears Prada: Andy/Miranda - the book - requested by madampresident
Rating: PG, Word Count: 100
Miranda accepted the book, dropping it onto the table without sparing it so much as a glance. She backed Andy against the closet door and leaned a hand against the surface.
“Hello, Andrea.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Andy knew that no good could come of this. The throbbing arousal between her thighs told her not to worry about that right now. There were other, more pressing, matters to attend to.
Andy gripped the lapels of Miranda’s blazer and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Miranda moaned into the kiss and Andy was putty in her hands.
Devil Wears Prada: Andy/Miranda - sleeping in - requested by madampresident (150 words)
Rating: R, Word Count: 150
Andy’s eyes fluttered open. She stretched out with a contented smile. Miranda’s bed was like sleeping on a cloud. How lovely it was to be well rested for work- OH, SHIT!
Andy shot up, grabbing her clothes, frantically dressing and gathering up her things.
Thirty minutes later, Andy was running down the hallway of Runway, hearing Nigel stage whisper “walk of shame.” to Jocelyn.
Andy was about to sit at her desk when she was summoned into the belly of the beast. Emily gave her a smug look, watching the brunette trek toward her fate. Andy dutifully marched into Miranda’s office.
“You think just because you made me come three times last night you can waltz in an hour late?”
Andy smirked. Miranda’s reprimand was uncharacteristically playful. “No, Miranda.” She shook her head indulgently.
Miranda grinned suggestively. “If you can make it five tonight, you can have tomorrow morning off.”