Short Fic: Day to Stay
Titel: Day to Stay
Fandom: The Devil wears Prada (movie)
Author: me
Genre: fluff
Pairing: the obvious Mirandy
Raiting: PG-13 (or a very mild R)
Summary: Sometimes you'd love to stay in bed on rainy Mondays... (Inspired from a song by Lena Meyer Landrut-I like that song very much!)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters... What a shame...
Author's Note: No Beta. All Mistakes are mine. They always are.
Author's Note 2: I know people want me to update a certain story (or more) and actually I'm working on it (and also other things). I know you have to be patient with me, but mostly short fics is what I can write best. My life was very complicated at times, but now I'm putting it back together. No, don't you worry, I'm fine and have plenty of ideas.^^
Day to stay
Never in her 52 years of living Miranda Priestly, the most famous fashion editor of Runway could actually think she has woken up. It still felt like a dream. There was warmth and softness spooned against her. Long brown curls tickling her bare back deliciously.
Andrea.
Miranda smiled into her pillow. It was rare and uncommon, but she had to.
Memories from last night came to her mind immediately. Kisses, soft ones as hard and feverish ones, gentle touches, caressing sensitive spots all over her skin, talented hands invading her body, soft moans and giggles, honest little laughs invading her soul.
Finally the white haired woman gave in and admitted her feelings for her former second assistant. She had enough of denying they weren’t there anymore.
It wasn’t their first night together, but it might be the greatest as far as she could remember.
Everything felt right, to have her here, in her queen size bed, the young brunette cuddling into her, an arm draped around Miranda’s waist.
It was heaven, if heaven exists.
She was slowly coming back to her senses, hearing the sound of heavy rain drops against her window.
Oh great. It’s Monday and it’s raining. Miranda silently groaned.
Even without glancing at her watch, she knew it was about 6 am and that meant she should get up, shower, dress and call Roy, her driver, to go to work.
Her twin daughters would not be home until 5 pm , so she did not need to care fort hem, yet.
She could almost hear them squeal in unison when she would tell them she finally got the woman she loved to stay. They were surprisingly cool with her mom having found love in another woman and Andrea pitch-perfect to them.
Miranda was brought away from her thoughts when the alarm of her clock set in.
Andrea began to stir and groan. „No...“ said, her voice still raspy with sleep.
The older woman couldn’t help but chuckle and reached for her clock to set the alarm off.
„Good morning, Miranda.“ The brunette said and smiled widely.
„Good morning, Andrea. I’m sorry darling, but I have to get up.“ Miranda said, tracing a finger softly over the brunette’s cheek. She tried to wiggle away from the still sleepy younger woman, but was surprised her grip around her waist was iron.
„No...“ Andrea groaned again and nuzzled her face deeper into Miranda’s neck. „Don’t go...“
„Andrea, I have to go. I do not like to be late to work, as you know very well.“
She gasped when she felt a wet kiss on her sensitive skin.
„No, you don’t go anywhere before you kiss me.“ Andrea said firmly.
„Morning breath.“
„Don’t care. Now come here.“
To her own surprise Miranda obeyed and leaned in to kiss those plum lips she never thought could taste so addictive.
For a moment, there was only silence, except for little sighs and the sound of rain.
When Miranda pulled back, Andrea’s brown eyes fell open. „It’s raining, Miranda.“
„I have already figured that out.“ Came the reply and Miranda was able to sit up on the bed, unclothed.
„Why don’t we call in sick and stay in bed?“ Andrea asked sheepishly.
Miranda snorted. „I don’t take sick days, Andrea. I never have and I never will.“
She stretched her arms and legs.
“What, you never took a sick day? Not in….”
“28 years.”
“28 years! Good lord, Miranda!”
“What? Is this so hard to believe? I even worked a few hours after the twins were born.”
“No.” Andy sighed, sitting up a little. “It’s actually surprising that it doesn’t surprise me.” She fell back into the sheets. “Hmmm… it’s so warm in here!” she moaned. Miranda shivered slightly at the sound.
The white haired editor cleared her throat. “Nevertheless Andrea, I still have to get ready and you should go up, too.”
“No, I’m definitely calling in sick. The weather is awful. You hate rain, Miranda.”
“I do, but I can’t avoid it.”
“Stay.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Andrea…” Miranda’s voice got dangerously low. “Don’t tempt me.”
But she should not have taken a look over her shoulder, because the younger woman was sprawling gloriously naked on the sheets, her eyes beginning to darken. “It’s very warm in here…” And Miranda was sure the brunette didn’t mean the bed only.
“Please, Miranda. Come back here.” She husked.
“Andrea, stop it. It’s not going to work.” The older woman said, but she also felt she was growing wet between her tights because of Andrea’s voice.
God, that woman will be the death of me.
“Liar.” Andrea said, crawling closer. “I can feel you want me.”
“I have to work…”
“Not today.”
“Yes, today.”
“Why aren’t you going, then?”
“You don’t let me.”
“I’m only kissing your neck.”
“Yes, that’s why I mean... Oh…”
“See? You’re wet already.”
“I… I need to shower…”
“Maybe later.” Andrea whispered, sliding her hands over Miranda’s soft skin.
“Andrea, I mean it. Let me go up.”
“Oh for GOD’S sake!” The brunette yelled, pounced at Miranda, while the white haired woman was trying to get out of the bed, Immediately the older woman was pulled back on the sheets on her back and pinned down by Andrea. “The fashion world can wait just ONE day!”
“Andrea, I’m…”
“No Miranda, you will listen. I need this day. You need it. We… we do. We finally got together yesterday and it feels… right. I love, I want you.. I…. being without was hard enough. I’m not asking you to give up Runway forever. Just One. Fucking. Day.”
Miranda stopped struggling and looked deep into those brown eyes. “Please. Only… only once. I promise.”
Her mind was still fighting with her heart. “Only one day?”
“Yes, only this day. I want to love you again. I know I can. And your girls… I know they come back home today. I want to be there. With you, with them. Please, just this day.”
Miranda sighed deeply.
Oh these doe eyes… But she knew it was much more than just that.
She lay still for a while, when Andrea released her body slightly.
For a few moments she listened to the sound of rain outside.
“I really hate rain… And maybe… I feel a little ‘sick’ today.”
Andrea beamed. “You look definitely a bit flushed.”
“Yes, well… whose fault is that?” Miranda said, blushing even harder.
Andrea hugged her from behind.
“Alright.” The editor sighed in complete defeat. “Just today.”
She reached for her phone and dialed, while Andrea continued her oral assault on Miranda’s body.
Roy, Emily, Serena and Nigel all thought the same when they read the text message Miranda send them:
“Miranda Priestly takes a sick day…. First sign of the Apocalypse!”
***Fin***
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Lena: Day To Stay
Snowflakes outside my window
Turning to rain when they hit the ground
Traffic lights and people are rushing
Thousand umbrellas are moving round
I'm gonna stay here with you beside me
We'll turn this Monday to Sunday
Let's call work and say we're not coming
Order some food and lock the door
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
Candle lights and "La vie en rose"
A bottle of wine by the fire
"Il m'a dit des mots d'amour
Des mots tous les jours" on the radio
I’m gonna stay here with you beside me
We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday
Leave all the troubles and worries behind us
Just like there is no tomorrow
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect day to lay here close to you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect day to lay here close to you
La la la, la la la, la la la
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Fandom: The Devil wears Prada (movie)
Author: me
Genre: fluff
Pairing: the obvious Mirandy
Raiting: PG-13 (or a very mild R)
Summary: Sometimes you'd love to stay in bed on rainy Mondays... (Inspired from a song by Lena Meyer Landrut-I like that song very much!)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters... What a shame...
Author's Note: No Beta. All Mistakes are mine. They always are.
Author's Note 2: I know people want me to update a certain story (or more) and actually I'm working on it (and also other things). I know you have to be patient with me, but mostly short fics is what I can write best. My life was very complicated at times, but now I'm putting it back together. No, don't you worry, I'm fine and have plenty of ideas.^^
Day to stay
Never in her 52 years of living Miranda Priestly, the most famous fashion editor of Runway could actually think she has woken up. It still felt like a dream. There was warmth and softness spooned against her. Long brown curls tickling her bare back deliciously.
Andrea.
Miranda smiled into her pillow. It was rare and uncommon, but she had to.
Memories from last night came to her mind immediately. Kisses, soft ones as hard and feverish ones, gentle touches, caressing sensitive spots all over her skin, talented hands invading her body, soft moans and giggles, honest little laughs invading her soul.
Finally the white haired woman gave in and admitted her feelings for her former second assistant. She had enough of denying they weren’t there anymore.
It wasn’t their first night together, but it might be the greatest as far as she could remember.
Everything felt right, to have her here, in her queen size bed, the young brunette cuddling into her, an arm draped around Miranda’s waist.
It was heaven, if heaven exists.
She was slowly coming back to her senses, hearing the sound of heavy rain drops against her window.
Oh great. It’s Monday and it’s raining. Miranda silently groaned.
Even without glancing at her watch, she knew it was about 6 am and that meant she should get up, shower, dress and call Roy, her driver, to go to work.
Her twin daughters would not be home until 5 pm , so she did not need to care fort hem, yet.
She could almost hear them squeal in unison when she would tell them she finally got the woman she loved to stay. They were surprisingly cool with her mom having found love in another woman and Andrea pitch-perfect to them.
Miranda was brought away from her thoughts when the alarm of her clock set in.
Andrea began to stir and groan. „No...“ said, her voice still raspy with sleep.
The older woman couldn’t help but chuckle and reached for her clock to set the alarm off.
„Good morning, Miranda.“ The brunette said and smiled widely.
„Good morning, Andrea. I’m sorry darling, but I have to get up.“ Miranda said, tracing a finger softly over the brunette’s cheek. She tried to wiggle away from the still sleepy younger woman, but was surprised her grip around her waist was iron.
„No...“ Andrea groaned again and nuzzled her face deeper into Miranda’s neck. „Don’t go...“
„Andrea, I have to go. I do not like to be late to work, as you know very well.“
She gasped when she felt a wet kiss on her sensitive skin.
„No, you don’t go anywhere before you kiss me.“ Andrea said firmly.
„Morning breath.“
„Don’t care. Now come here.“
To her own surprise Miranda obeyed and leaned in to kiss those plum lips she never thought could taste so addictive.
For a moment, there was only silence, except for little sighs and the sound of rain.
When Miranda pulled back, Andrea’s brown eyes fell open. „It’s raining, Miranda.“
„I have already figured that out.“ Came the reply and Miranda was able to sit up on the bed, unclothed.
„Why don’t we call in sick and stay in bed?“ Andrea asked sheepishly.
Miranda snorted. „I don’t take sick days, Andrea. I never have and I never will.“
She stretched her arms and legs.
“What, you never took a sick day? Not in….”
“28 years.”
“28 years! Good lord, Miranda!”
“What? Is this so hard to believe? I even worked a few hours after the twins were born.”
“No.” Andy sighed, sitting up a little. “It’s actually surprising that it doesn’t surprise me.” She fell back into the sheets. “Hmmm… it’s so warm in here!” she moaned. Miranda shivered slightly at the sound.
The white haired editor cleared her throat. “Nevertheless Andrea, I still have to get ready and you should go up, too.”
“No, I’m definitely calling in sick. The weather is awful. You hate rain, Miranda.”
“I do, but I can’t avoid it.”
“Stay.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Andrea…” Miranda’s voice got dangerously low. “Don’t tempt me.”
But she should not have taken a look over her shoulder, because the younger woman was sprawling gloriously naked on the sheets, her eyes beginning to darken. “It’s very warm in here…” And Miranda was sure the brunette didn’t mean the bed only.
“Please, Miranda. Come back here.” She husked.
“Andrea, stop it. It’s not going to work.” The older woman said, but she also felt she was growing wet between her tights because of Andrea’s voice.
God, that woman will be the death of me.
“Liar.” Andrea said, crawling closer. “I can feel you want me.”
“I have to work…”
“Not today.”
“Yes, today.”
“Why aren’t you going, then?”
“You don’t let me.”
“I’m only kissing your neck.”
“Yes, that’s why I mean... Oh…”
“See? You’re wet already.”
“I… I need to shower…”
“Maybe later.” Andrea whispered, sliding her hands over Miranda’s soft skin.
“Andrea, I mean it. Let me go up.”
“Oh for GOD’S sake!” The brunette yelled, pounced at Miranda, while the white haired woman was trying to get out of the bed, Immediately the older woman was pulled back on the sheets on her back and pinned down by Andrea. “The fashion world can wait just ONE day!”
“Andrea, I’m…”
“No Miranda, you will listen. I need this day. You need it. We… we do. We finally got together yesterday and it feels… right. I love, I want you.. I…. being without was hard enough. I’m not asking you to give up Runway forever. Just One. Fucking. Day.”
Miranda stopped struggling and looked deep into those brown eyes. “Please. Only… only once. I promise.”
Her mind was still fighting with her heart. “Only one day?”
“Yes, only this day. I want to love you again. I know I can. And your girls… I know they come back home today. I want to be there. With you, with them. Please, just this day.”
Miranda sighed deeply.
Oh these doe eyes… But she knew it was much more than just that.
She lay still for a while, when Andrea released her body slightly.
For a few moments she listened to the sound of rain outside.
“I really hate rain… And maybe… I feel a little ‘sick’ today.”
Andrea beamed. “You look definitely a bit flushed.”
“Yes, well… whose fault is that?” Miranda said, blushing even harder.
Andrea hugged her from behind.
“Alright.” The editor sighed in complete defeat. “Just today.”
She reached for her phone and dialed, while Andrea continued her oral assault on Miranda’s body.
Roy, Emily, Serena and Nigel all thought the same when they read the text message Miranda send them:
“Miranda Priestly takes a sick day…. First sign of the Apocalypse!”
***Fin***
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Lena: Day To Stay
Snowflakes outside my window
Turning to rain when they hit the ground
Traffic lights and people are rushing
Thousand umbrellas are moving round
I'm gonna stay here with you beside me
We'll turn this Monday to Sunday
Let's call work and say we're not coming
Order some food and lock the door
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
Candle lights and "La vie en rose"
A bottle of wine by the fire
"Il m'a dit des mots d'amour
Des mots tous les jours" on the radio
I’m gonna stay here with you beside me
We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday
Leave all the troubles and worries behind us
Just like there is no tomorrow
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect day to lay here close to you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect way to spend my day with you
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you
What a perfect day to lay here close to you
La la la, la la la, la la la
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