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Title: Five Drabbles Walk into a Bar
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Thanks everyone for your words of encouragement. I'm feeling better. So, I decided to try this again. I wrote five this time too! Yay me! Okay, I'm a total comment whore and love to hear what you have to say. So, I'll stop talking.
Baby Boy - Sean Paul feat. Beyonce
The music swelled to a pulsing beat. Andy moved her body in time with the rhythm. Her skin was slick with sweat, but she didn’t care. She lost herself in the music. A pair of hands grasped her hips, pulling her back against a soft body. She could feel very womanly curves pressed against her back. She could smell rich perfume mixed with sweat and something unique. It surrounded her, making her dizzy and hot. A mouth danced along the sensitive skin of the nape of her neck and she could feel arousal pool between her legs. Rotating her hips, she ground her ass against the woman’s lap. She grinned at the resulting gasp, and whimpered when lips softer than rose petals grazed her flesh.
They stayed locked in the embrace for a countless number of songs. Her body was tightly wound. No one had ever affected her like this and certainly never a stranger on the dance floor. She wasn’t the type to take someone home with her, but she was feeling wild tonight and she just wanted to forget. But first she guessed they should be properly introduced. Her body protested, insisting that the two were well acquainted, but she needed a face to go with the hands that were slowly making their way over her thighs. Whimpering, she turned around and gasped as she saw the woman with white hair.
Whatever Lola Wants - Sarah Vaughn
It was an unspoken rule that Governess Priestly never went to bed with an employer. It wasn’t that there hadn’t been offers. There’d been plenty. The husbands would always begin to pay her a little extra attention. Then the innocent brushes and inappropriate hugs would follow. And Miranda would be right out the door and off to the next family.
So, it came as quite a surprise that once the Widow Sachs had begun to show signs of interests and she’d “accidentally” cupped Miranda’s breast after she’d spilled her tea down the front of her blouse, that Miranda had simply blushed and sat there patiently. And later that night in her room, as she touched herself in the silence, that it was the Widow Sachs that occupied her thoughts.
When Stars Go Blue - Blake Lewis
Sitting in front of the pond in vintage Vera Wang, her grandmother’s pearls and what appeared to be black high top Chuck Taylor’s, Andrea Sachs was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Her long hair was pulled up and away from her face, soft wisps peeked from the beneath her veil and she smiled serenely as her hand skimmed the surface of the pond.
“What are you doing here, Miranda?” She asked, not bothering to look up.
Crouching beside her, Miranda touched her arm. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Andrea took a long shaky breath. “I…just couldn’t go through with it. I don’t love him.” Honey colored eyes sought hers. “I’m in love with someone else.”
Miranda’s breath caught and her heart fluttered as she read the truth written on Andrea’s face. “But we can’t.”
“I think we already are, Miranda.” With that, Andrea closed the distance between them.
Thank You - Dido
She’d completely missed her alarm. That had been happening with a startling frequency lately, but today was the first time she’d been late to work. It didn’t help that the express had been too full for her to ride it and right as she’d stepped onto the sidewalk, a truck and come by, blowing debris all over her borrowed couture. The espresso machine was down when she got to Starbucks and she’d received four frantic text messages from Emily demanding to know what exactly was taking her so long. She nearly spilled coffee all over one of the clackers as she ran to catch an elevator. And by the time she reached her desk, she noticed a sizable run in her stockings. All in all, today was shaping up to be one of the most miserable of Andy’s young life.
Then the elevator pinged and Miranda Priestly stepped out. She eyed Andy’s once nicely pressed couture, but says nothing, but Andy could see a tiny smirk dancing just at her lips. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Hero - Nickelback
Just below, the citizens of New York slept peacefully, knowing that there was a masked hero out there protecting them. But no one knew that secretly she hated it. Hated this job that had been forced upon her. It had ripped away everyone she’d ever loved, making her vow to never let anyone close again. Then some journalist had shown up, asking questions, sucking her in with big brown eyes and an honest heart and she’d fallen helplessly. Now as she hovered miles above the street, peering into the darkened room at her latest charge, she made a new vow. Protect Andrea Sachs at all costs.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Thanks everyone for your words of encouragement. I'm feeling better. So, I decided to try this again. I wrote five this time too! Yay me! Okay, I'm a total comment whore and love to hear what you have to say. So, I'll stop talking.
Baby Boy - Sean Paul feat. Beyonce
The music swelled to a pulsing beat. Andy moved her body in time with the rhythm. Her skin was slick with sweat, but she didn’t care. She lost herself in the music. A pair of hands grasped her hips, pulling her back against a soft body. She could feel very womanly curves pressed against her back. She could smell rich perfume mixed with sweat and something unique. It surrounded her, making her dizzy and hot. A mouth danced along the sensitive skin of the nape of her neck and she could feel arousal pool between her legs. Rotating her hips, she ground her ass against the woman’s lap. She grinned at the resulting gasp, and whimpered when lips softer than rose petals grazed her flesh.
They stayed locked in the embrace for a countless number of songs. Her body was tightly wound. No one had ever affected her like this and certainly never a stranger on the dance floor. She wasn’t the type to take someone home with her, but she was feeling wild tonight and she just wanted to forget. But first she guessed they should be properly introduced. Her body protested, insisting that the two were well acquainted, but she needed a face to go with the hands that were slowly making their way over her thighs. Whimpering, she turned around and gasped as she saw the woman with white hair.
Whatever Lola Wants - Sarah Vaughn
It was an unspoken rule that Governess Priestly never went to bed with an employer. It wasn’t that there hadn’t been offers. There’d been plenty. The husbands would always begin to pay her a little extra attention. Then the innocent brushes and inappropriate hugs would follow. And Miranda would be right out the door and off to the next family.
So, it came as quite a surprise that once the Widow Sachs had begun to show signs of interests and she’d “accidentally” cupped Miranda’s breast after she’d spilled her tea down the front of her blouse, that Miranda had simply blushed and sat there patiently. And later that night in her room, as she touched herself in the silence, that it was the Widow Sachs that occupied her thoughts.
When Stars Go Blue - Blake Lewis
Sitting in front of the pond in vintage Vera Wang, her grandmother’s pearls and what appeared to be black high top Chuck Taylor’s, Andrea Sachs was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Her long hair was pulled up and away from her face, soft wisps peeked from the beneath her veil and she smiled serenely as her hand skimmed the surface of the pond.
“What are you doing here, Miranda?” She asked, not bothering to look up.
Crouching beside her, Miranda touched her arm. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Andrea took a long shaky breath. “I…just couldn’t go through with it. I don’t love him.” Honey colored eyes sought hers. “I’m in love with someone else.”
Miranda’s breath caught and her heart fluttered as she read the truth written on Andrea’s face. “But we can’t.”
“I think we already are, Miranda.” With that, Andrea closed the distance between them.
Thank You - Dido
She’d completely missed her alarm. That had been happening with a startling frequency lately, but today was the first time she’d been late to work. It didn’t help that the express had been too full for her to ride it and right as she’d stepped onto the sidewalk, a truck and come by, blowing debris all over her borrowed couture. The espresso machine was down when she got to Starbucks and she’d received four frantic text messages from Emily demanding to know what exactly was taking her so long. She nearly spilled coffee all over one of the clackers as she ran to catch an elevator. And by the time she reached her desk, she noticed a sizable run in her stockings. All in all, today was shaping up to be one of the most miserable of Andy’s young life.
Then the elevator pinged and Miranda Priestly stepped out. She eyed Andy’s once nicely pressed couture, but says nothing, but Andy could see a tiny smirk dancing just at her lips. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Hero - Nickelback
Just below, the citizens of New York slept peacefully, knowing that there was a masked hero out there protecting them. But no one knew that secretly she hated it. Hated this job that had been forced upon her. It had ripped away everyone she’d ever loved, making her vow to never let anyone close again. Then some journalist had shown up, asking questions, sucking her in with big brown eyes and an honest heart and she’d fallen helplessly. Now as she hovered miles above the street, peering into the darkened room at her latest charge, she made a new vow. Protect Andrea Sachs at all costs.