Fiction: Drabbles
Fiction: Drabble Challenge
Author: Perks123
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is the property of Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I do not own them nor will I make any profit from this.
Archiving: If Cryptic Rain or Ralst deem this fiction acceptable, they may archive; anyone else, I’ll probably say yes but please ask.
A/N: No beta…all mistakes are mine.
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Prompt from: Profmelfi (Miranda/Andy)
Sweat poured into her eyes as she lifted the hundred and fifty pound weight over her head. So what if she was a size six? She was going to leave those anorexic bitches at Runway in the dust!
Every morning before work, Andy dragged her butt to the gym….lifting weights, swimming, running, working out her frustrations. She could do 200 crunches and sit-ups without breaking a sweat. It was bad enough that she constantly thought of Miranda but now her trainer had invaded her dreams, screaming at her…FASTER! FASTER! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! What a fine day to forget her work clothes! The trainer had her doing extra reps and she wouldn’t have time to run home to change. After showering at the gym, she threw on the spare workout clothes that she kept in her locker. She had enough time to sneak into the Closet and borrow something to wear. No one would be there.
Standing barefoot in the Closet in her panties and bra, she started to pull a sweater over her head. Hearing an ominous sound…someone clearing their throat…she turned. Miranda was standing six inches away.
The older woman smiled and reached over, locking the door. Miranda approached slowly, like a cat stalking its prey, slowly circling. Putting her hand out, her fingers ghosted over Andy’s chiseled abdomen, eyes hungrily taking in the defined musculature of the younger woman’s body.
Andy bent and easily lifted Miranda onto a nearby table. On hands and knees, she crawled over the older woman and began trailing kisses down her neck. Oh yes, this was a much better way to relieve frustration!
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Prompt from: duwinter (Miranda/Lily)
Lily hadn’t meant to do it. Andy was out of town with her boyfriend. The invitation was just sitting there, begging to be used. What harm could it do? It would just go to waste. For once in her life, she wanted to be Cinderella. She wanted to be the one to go to the ball and dance until midnight.
It was a good thing Andy and she were about the same size. The dress was a little snug in the bodice but otherwise everything else was perfect. She wouldn’t have any trouble finding a mask to match. She didn’t have glass slippers but the pumps Andy had given her would do just fine.
The charity gala was in full swing by the time she arrived. Everyone was masked, most wore costumes.
Every minute was like a dream come true especially when the dancing started. One person in particular seemed quite taken with her. She could tell it was a woman by the stature and the softness she felt as they danced closely together. She didn’t mind…this was heaven.
Late in the evening, the pair walked to a small alcove almost completely hidden by heavy drapes. Sitting on the bench, facing each other, Lily leaned into her partner. Starting as a chaste kiss, both began to increase the pressure until they were hungrily devouring each other’s mouths.
“OK everyone, it’s midnight. It’s time to pull off your masks and end the ball.”
Lily pulled away and ran for the exit. She had to leave! They would know she didn’t belong!
Miranda ran after her but the crowd slowed her movements. She arrived at the top of the steps in time to see a cab pull away. Sighing, she looked down…a shoe…a Prada pump would be her only memory of this glorious evening.
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Prompt from: melanacious (Andy/Nigel, hurt/comfort)
There was something up with Nigel. He was snapping at everyone, even Miranda. Andy cornered him in the Closet after everyone else had left for the day.
“OK, what’s up Nigel? You’ve been as bad as Miranda lately. I’d like to know what’s bothering you. We’re friends…and friends help each other through the tough times. So give…”
“Spare me the false sentiments Andy…and go home. I’ve got work to finish.”
“OH HELL NO! Don’t even go there. I DO care…and I’m NOT going anywhere.”
Removing his glasses, Nigel lowered his head. “My brother died last week. He was sick for a while,” he whispered.
“What? I don’t understand.”
“Pneumonia…he had pneumonia. No one contacted me. They buried him…and no one called. No one called the fag, the queer boy…”
“Oh God…I’m so sorry.” Andy pulled him into a fierce hug.
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Prompt from: pin_drop (Miranda/Serena, puzzle, surface)
The beautiful Brazilian was a puzzle to her…and she loved puzzles. The woman could have been a star on the international modeling scene. Instead, she chose to work in Runway’s make-up department.
“Serena, I’m leaving for the bridge shoot. You’re coming.”
“But…but, Miranda, I’ve got…” She sputtered to a halt.
“I do not remember giving you a choice.”
Once at the shoot, both women entered the trailer where the models changed. Miranda emptied it with a glance.
“Why?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Why this?”
Serena sighed, toying with a scarf she had picked up from the floor. She knew the answer Miranda wanted to hear, not the one she told people. She would not -could not- lie to the elegant woman standing in front of her.
“Most people just look at the surface. They see the eyes, the hair and the shape. They don’t want to look any further. They don’t want to know what I think or feel. So, I stopped trying to explain myself. I let them have their little fantasies. ”
“I want them to see ME…the good and the bad. I want them to see the woman who loves to laugh, who cries watching sad movies; the woman who wants to love and be loved in return.”
Placing her hands on either side of Serena’s face, Miranda kissed her softly on the lips. “I see you.”
Author: Perks123
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is the property of Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I do not own them nor will I make any profit from this.
Archiving: If Cryptic Rain or Ralst deem this fiction acceptable, they may archive; anyone else, I’ll probably say yes but please ask.
A/N: No beta…all mistakes are mine.
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Prompt from: Profmelfi (Miranda/Andy)
Sweat poured into her eyes as she lifted the hundred and fifty pound weight over her head. So what if she was a size six? She was going to leave those anorexic bitches at Runway in the dust!
Every morning before work, Andy dragged her butt to the gym….lifting weights, swimming, running, working out her frustrations. She could do 200 crunches and sit-ups without breaking a sweat. It was bad enough that she constantly thought of Miranda but now her trainer had invaded her dreams, screaming at her…FASTER! FASTER! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! What a fine day to forget her work clothes! The trainer had her doing extra reps and she wouldn’t have time to run home to change. After showering at the gym, she threw on the spare workout clothes that she kept in her locker. She had enough time to sneak into the Closet and borrow something to wear. No one would be there.
Standing barefoot in the Closet in her panties and bra, she started to pull a sweater over her head. Hearing an ominous sound…someone clearing their throat…she turned. Miranda was standing six inches away.
The older woman smiled and reached over, locking the door. Miranda approached slowly, like a cat stalking its prey, slowly circling. Putting her hand out, her fingers ghosted over Andy’s chiseled abdomen, eyes hungrily taking in the defined musculature of the younger woman’s body.
Andy bent and easily lifted Miranda onto a nearby table. On hands and knees, she crawled over the older woman and began trailing kisses down her neck. Oh yes, this was a much better way to relieve frustration!
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Prompt from: duwinter (Miranda/Lily)
Lily hadn’t meant to do it. Andy was out of town with her boyfriend. The invitation was just sitting there, begging to be used. What harm could it do? It would just go to waste. For once in her life, she wanted to be Cinderella. She wanted to be the one to go to the ball and dance until midnight.
It was a good thing Andy and she were about the same size. The dress was a little snug in the bodice but otherwise everything else was perfect. She wouldn’t have any trouble finding a mask to match. She didn’t have glass slippers but the pumps Andy had given her would do just fine.
The charity gala was in full swing by the time she arrived. Everyone was masked, most wore costumes.
Every minute was like a dream come true especially when the dancing started. One person in particular seemed quite taken with her. She could tell it was a woman by the stature and the softness she felt as they danced closely together. She didn’t mind…this was heaven.
Late in the evening, the pair walked to a small alcove almost completely hidden by heavy drapes. Sitting on the bench, facing each other, Lily leaned into her partner. Starting as a chaste kiss, both began to increase the pressure until they were hungrily devouring each other’s mouths.
“OK everyone, it’s midnight. It’s time to pull off your masks and end the ball.”
Lily pulled away and ran for the exit. She had to leave! They would know she didn’t belong!
Miranda ran after her but the crowd slowed her movements. She arrived at the top of the steps in time to see a cab pull away. Sighing, she looked down…a shoe…a Prada pump would be her only memory of this glorious evening.
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Prompt from: melanacious (Andy/Nigel, hurt/comfort)
There was something up with Nigel. He was snapping at everyone, even Miranda. Andy cornered him in the Closet after everyone else had left for the day.
“OK, what’s up Nigel? You’ve been as bad as Miranda lately. I’d like to know what’s bothering you. We’re friends…and friends help each other through the tough times. So give…”
“Spare me the false sentiments Andy…and go home. I’ve got work to finish.”
“OH HELL NO! Don’t even go there. I DO care…and I’m NOT going anywhere.”
Removing his glasses, Nigel lowered his head. “My brother died last week. He was sick for a while,” he whispered.
“What? I don’t understand.”
“Pneumonia…he had pneumonia. No one contacted me. They buried him…and no one called. No one called the fag, the queer boy…”
“Oh God…I’m so sorry.” Andy pulled him into a fierce hug.
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Prompt from: pin_drop (Miranda/Serena, puzzle, surface)
The beautiful Brazilian was a puzzle to her…and she loved puzzles. The woman could have been a star on the international modeling scene. Instead, she chose to work in Runway’s make-up department.
“Serena, I’m leaving for the bridge shoot. You’re coming.”
“But…but, Miranda, I’ve got…” She sputtered to a halt.
“I do not remember giving you a choice.”
Once at the shoot, both women entered the trailer where the models changed. Miranda emptied it with a glance.
“Why?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Why this?”
Serena sighed, toying with a scarf she had picked up from the floor. She knew the answer Miranda wanted to hear, not the one she told people. She would not -could not- lie to the elegant woman standing in front of her.
“Most people just look at the surface. They see the eyes, the hair and the shape. They don’t want to look any further. They don’t want to know what I think or feel. So, I stopped trying to explain myself. I let them have their little fantasies. ”
“I want them to see ME…the good and the bad. I want them to see the woman who loves to laugh, who cries watching sad movies; the woman who wants to love and be loved in return.”
Placing her hands on either side of Serena’s face, Miranda kissed her softly on the lips. “I see you.”