DWP Fic: Scarlett Part 3
Title: Scarlett (3/3)
Fandom: The Devil wears Prada (Movie)
Author: me, myself and I
Disclaimer: I am nothing and I own nothing....
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: I don't write anything else beside Mirandy, so...
Raiting: PG-13 (plus a bit mild R)
Summary: Soft fur and tiny paws melt everyone's heart, including an Ice Queen
Author's Note: No Beta. All Mistakes are mine!
With every step she got closer to the first floor, her heart was not racing in her chest, it was close to break free. Her ribs were seriously aching.
If she didn’t find the cat, she was really dead.
“Scarlett….” She whispered again. “Come here, Sweetie.”
Andy thought the floor was completely dark but to her own surprise she saw light of a slightly open door and…. Singing?
Miranda’s bedroom. Miranda Priestly’s bedroom door was open and the voice must belong to her. It was so hypnotic, so melodic and… wait a minute. Andy KNEW that song. It was unmistakable “Soft Kitty” from a TV show called The Big Bang Theory. How in the world did Miranda knew it???
Andy swallowed hard again and stepped closer to the door to sneak a peek around the corner.
Miranda was sitting in her bad, a fabulous white silky nightgown and a ball of dark fur rolled in the sheets above her lap.
The kitten was sleeping soundly and purred in its sleep. The white haired woman softly stroked the fur and kept quietly singing with a smile on her face.
“Come in, Andréa.” She said when she ended the song. Andy nearly fell over the floor, cursing her self for being so clumsy and insecure in Miranda’s present. She hesitated to enter the room.
Miranda’s bedroom…
“I don’t bite, Andréa. I promise.”
Both of the women’s breaths hitched when they saw each other. Miranda in that nightgowns made Andy nearly forget herself or the reason she was even here and the T_Shirt Miranda has given her to wear was far shorter than Miranda thought. It showed a lot of the young journalist long legs.
“I’m sorry, if she… the kitten… has waked you.” Andy was able to say after a few moments.
“She didn’t. I was still awake and saw her wandering around. I don’t know how she got up here.”
“I… I must have left the guest room door open. I was tired and fell asleep and….” Andy stuttered.
“Well, no one got harmed. It was nice having some…. Company.”
The kitten in her lap yawned widely and stretched its paws.
Slowly Andy made her way to the bed. The woman was still wearing the perfume that made Andy nearly go crazy. She began to feel the heat taking over her body, seeing Miranda like this, without any Make Up, but beautiful as ever.
Without thinking, she dared to stroke the dark fur and not noticing Miranda’s hands doing the same.
“She’s so soft and warm…” The brunette said dreamily.
Suddenly the kitten stretched, got up and jumped out of the bed in a heartbeat and ran away.
“What happened?” Andy asked confusing although she was not sure if she could actually guess a cat’s behavior at all.
“Cats.” Miranda chuckled lightly.
Both suddenly felt their hands were touching each other. Andy jumped away.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Miranda!” She said. “I didn’t mean to….”
She was interrupted by Miranda’s azure blue eyes capturing her own brown orbs.
“Are you, Andréa?”
“”What?”
“Are you sorry for touching me?”
Yes, I mean…”
“I noticed it all year long. You are always so… jumpy, when it comes to touching me.”
“Well it is… I mean… no one touches you without permission.” Andy blushed hard.
“Hmmm…. I see…” The editor licked her lips. “And with permission?”
“With perm…” Andy was sure to dream, because it could not be true and Miranda was not looking at her like she always wanted her to look at Andy for so long.
“Yes, with permission.” The editor held out her hand.
Andy stared at the hand, feeling her own hand moving close to it. She watched Miranda’s face, her eyes getting darker, her libs moisten…
“Touch me.” She breathed out and then Andy knew no more.
She did not know how one simple touch led to another, or how suddenly close their faces were, or that suddenly they closed lips with each other, that the kiss was heavenly, that it got faster and wetter, tongues meeting and dancing , hands roaming all over each other’s bodies, not wanting any cloths in their way of the desire to feel skin on skin., so they soon found themselves as a pile on the floor. Kissing, moaning, touching. So fast, without thoughts and free.
Needing it, wanting it, not caring of the world outside anymore and all the consequences that might follow.
They finally gave in, admitting they felt the sparks between them for months, not ignoring it anymore. They needed release of the tensions, of their feelings and sooner as they though they called out each other’s names into the night. The storm outside began to calm down, but the storm inside the bedroom was just beginning as their hunger rose again after a few minutes of heavy breathing.
Andy was laying on her stomach, her head lying on the white haired woman’s naked chest, drawing little circles on the smooth skin while Miranda softly stroke the brunette’s hair.
They were finally breathing normal again and Andy could not stop to smile.
“I knew your hair would be soft like hers.” Miranda said.
“Who? Oh, you mean Scarlett…” Andy chuckled and took a look over the bed on the floor.
The pile of cloths was moving. “Ah, look who’s back.”
“I see. Why did you give it a name? If you give it a name, you’re used to it and… can’t let it go away anymore.” Miranda said, still lost in Andy’s doe brown eyes. “There is a reason I call all my assistants ‘Emily’…” she mumbled.
Andy didn’t hear the last words. “I know, I just…. Thought it’s beautiful name for her.”
She snuggled deeper into Miranda’s body, beginning to feel reality settling in. The last hours have gone by quickly and they talked in the afterglow more with each other than in Andy’s whole year at Runway.
“It is. She’s such a beautiful creature.”
“ I hope she get’s a nice home.”
“She already has. Here.”
“Here? You mean…”
“Andréa, tonight something has happened I never thought it could happen. It feels right. It’s still new and we have to see where this will take us, but as you know, your heart is not the only one she has already won… I can’t let her go when she already has slept in my bed. I’m not taking everyone in it, precisely. “
Andy did not know what to say, so she just beamed.
Just for this very moment, she did not care what was yet to come.
She gently picked up the kitten again and put it on the sheets.
“Welcome Home, Scarlett.”
Epiloge
“I can’t believe she’s gone… She was always there.” Nineteen years old Elisabeth Priestly Sachs said quietly while stroking dark fur. The fur was still soft even when the little body was getting cold.
“I know, darling. But she had a long and good life.” The white haired ex-editor of Runway said with sadness.
Yes, Scarlett was always there. She grew up to a beautiful elegant cat; she was the delight of the twins and two young children that followed into the family. She was there in sickness and health, in good and bad times. She was there to dry the tears when the beloved dog Patricia died. She never left the old dog when her time had come, because Patricia has always been nice to her.
Miranda knew how much Scarlett meant to everyone, even to her son, who was fifteen at the moment and way to cool to show tears. But she just knew he was sad about their loss as everyone was.
Scarlett has built this family.
Without her appearance, the last evening of Andréa in Miranda’s house would not have been anything more than a drink and a Farwell. They would have probably never seen each other again.Elisabeth dried her few falling tears. “I’m going to search Mom. We need to get her ready for the funeral.”
Miranda nodded. “Yes, do that. Tell her I’m coming in a minute.”
The young girl got up and took a last view of the body on the bed. “So long, Scarlett.”
A last time she stroked the still soft ears and went away.
Miranda also got off the bed, stroking the fur a last time.
“Yes, so long Scarlett.” And then she smiled. “Thank You for everything.”
****** The End *******
Fandom: The Devil wears Prada (Movie)
Author: me, myself and I
Disclaimer: I am nothing and I own nothing....
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: I don't write anything else beside Mirandy, so...
Raiting: PG-13 (plus a bit mild R)
Summary: Soft fur and tiny paws melt everyone's heart, including an Ice Queen
Author's Note: No Beta. All Mistakes are mine!
With every step she got closer to the first floor, her heart was not racing in her chest, it was close to break free. Her ribs were seriously aching.
If she didn’t find the cat, she was really dead.
“Scarlett….” She whispered again. “Come here, Sweetie.”
Andy thought the floor was completely dark but to her own surprise she saw light of a slightly open door and…. Singing?
Miranda’s bedroom. Miranda Priestly’s bedroom door was open and the voice must belong to her. It was so hypnotic, so melodic and… wait a minute. Andy KNEW that song. It was unmistakable “Soft Kitty” from a TV show called The Big Bang Theory. How in the world did Miranda knew it???
Andy swallowed hard again and stepped closer to the door to sneak a peek around the corner.
Miranda was sitting in her bad, a fabulous white silky nightgown and a ball of dark fur rolled in the sheets above her lap.
The kitten was sleeping soundly and purred in its sleep. The white haired woman softly stroked the fur and kept quietly singing with a smile on her face.
“Come in, Andréa.” She said when she ended the song. Andy nearly fell over the floor, cursing her self for being so clumsy and insecure in Miranda’s present. She hesitated to enter the room.
Miranda’s bedroom…
“I don’t bite, Andréa. I promise.”
Both of the women’s breaths hitched when they saw each other. Miranda in that nightgowns made Andy nearly forget herself or the reason she was even here and the T_Shirt Miranda has given her to wear was far shorter than Miranda thought. It showed a lot of the young journalist long legs.
“I’m sorry, if she… the kitten… has waked you.” Andy was able to say after a few moments.
“She didn’t. I was still awake and saw her wandering around. I don’t know how she got up here.”
“I… I must have left the guest room door open. I was tired and fell asleep and….” Andy stuttered.
“Well, no one got harmed. It was nice having some…. Company.”
The kitten in her lap yawned widely and stretched its paws.
Slowly Andy made her way to the bed. The woman was still wearing the perfume that made Andy nearly go crazy. She began to feel the heat taking over her body, seeing Miranda like this, without any Make Up, but beautiful as ever.
Without thinking, she dared to stroke the dark fur and not noticing Miranda’s hands doing the same.
“She’s so soft and warm…” The brunette said dreamily.
Suddenly the kitten stretched, got up and jumped out of the bed in a heartbeat and ran away.
“What happened?” Andy asked confusing although she was not sure if she could actually guess a cat’s behavior at all.
“Cats.” Miranda chuckled lightly.
Both suddenly felt their hands were touching each other. Andy jumped away.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Miranda!” She said. “I didn’t mean to….”
She was interrupted by Miranda’s azure blue eyes capturing her own brown orbs.
“Are you, Andréa?”
“”What?”
“Are you sorry for touching me?”
Yes, I mean…”
“I noticed it all year long. You are always so… jumpy, when it comes to touching me.”
“Well it is… I mean… no one touches you without permission.” Andy blushed hard.
“Hmmm…. I see…” The editor licked her lips. “And with permission?”
“With perm…” Andy was sure to dream, because it could not be true and Miranda was not looking at her like she always wanted her to look at Andy for so long.
“Yes, with permission.” The editor held out her hand.
Andy stared at the hand, feeling her own hand moving close to it. She watched Miranda’s face, her eyes getting darker, her libs moisten…
“Touch me.” She breathed out and then Andy knew no more.
She did not know how one simple touch led to another, or how suddenly close their faces were, or that suddenly they closed lips with each other, that the kiss was heavenly, that it got faster and wetter, tongues meeting and dancing , hands roaming all over each other’s bodies, not wanting any cloths in their way of the desire to feel skin on skin., so they soon found themselves as a pile on the floor. Kissing, moaning, touching. So fast, without thoughts and free.
Needing it, wanting it, not caring of the world outside anymore and all the consequences that might follow.
They finally gave in, admitting they felt the sparks between them for months, not ignoring it anymore. They needed release of the tensions, of their feelings and sooner as they though they called out each other’s names into the night. The storm outside began to calm down, but the storm inside the bedroom was just beginning as their hunger rose again after a few minutes of heavy breathing.
Andy was laying on her stomach, her head lying on the white haired woman’s naked chest, drawing little circles on the smooth skin while Miranda softly stroke the brunette’s hair.
They were finally breathing normal again and Andy could not stop to smile.
“I knew your hair would be soft like hers.” Miranda said.
“Who? Oh, you mean Scarlett…” Andy chuckled and took a look over the bed on the floor.
The pile of cloths was moving. “Ah, look who’s back.”
“I see. Why did you give it a name? If you give it a name, you’re used to it and… can’t let it go away anymore.” Miranda said, still lost in Andy’s doe brown eyes. “There is a reason I call all my assistants ‘Emily’…” she mumbled.
Andy didn’t hear the last words. “I know, I just…. Thought it’s beautiful name for her.”
She snuggled deeper into Miranda’s body, beginning to feel reality settling in. The last hours have gone by quickly and they talked in the afterglow more with each other than in Andy’s whole year at Runway.
“It is. She’s such a beautiful creature.”
“ I hope she get’s a nice home.”
“She already has. Here.”
“Here? You mean…”
“Andréa, tonight something has happened I never thought it could happen. It feels right. It’s still new and we have to see where this will take us, but as you know, your heart is not the only one she has already won… I can’t let her go when she already has slept in my bed. I’m not taking everyone in it, precisely. “
Andy did not know what to say, so she just beamed.
Just for this very moment, she did not care what was yet to come.
She gently picked up the kitten again and put it on the sheets.
“Welcome Home, Scarlett.”
Epiloge
“I can’t believe she’s gone… She was always there.” Nineteen years old Elisabeth Priestly Sachs said quietly while stroking dark fur. The fur was still soft even when the little body was getting cold.
“I know, darling. But she had a long and good life.” The white haired ex-editor of Runway said with sadness.
Yes, Scarlett was always there. She grew up to a beautiful elegant cat; she was the delight of the twins and two young children that followed into the family. She was there in sickness and health, in good and bad times. She was there to dry the tears when the beloved dog Patricia died. She never left the old dog when her time had come, because Patricia has always been nice to her.
Miranda knew how much Scarlett meant to everyone, even to her son, who was fifteen at the moment and way to cool to show tears. But she just knew he was sad about their loss as everyone was.
Scarlett has built this family.
Without her appearance, the last evening of Andréa in Miranda’s house would not have been anything more than a drink and a Farwell. They would have probably never seen each other again.Elisabeth dried her few falling tears. “I’m going to search Mom. We need to get her ready for the funeral.”
Miranda nodded. “Yes, do that. Tell her I’m coming in a minute.”
The young girl got up and took a last view of the body on the bed. “So long, Scarlett.”
A last time she stroked the still soft ears and went away.
Miranda also got off the bed, stroking the fur a last time.
“Yes, so long Scarlett.” And then she smiled. “Thank You for everything.”
****** The End *******