Fruits of Labor | R | The Devil Wears Prada/Bad Girls
Title: Fruits of Labor
Prompt: Sex
Fandom: Miranda Priestly/Helen Stewart, The Devil Wears Prada/Bad Girls
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 323
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: When Kit randomly asked for this pairing via Twitter, I had NO idea how to do it. I couldn't even see the two of them together at first…but, the more time I spent thinking about it (because I'm a perv who gets tingly at thoughts of both of these characters), I couldn't not put them in a compromising position. (Oh, and the Boss Man at Lark Hall in the first few seasons -- his name is Simon, right? I couldn't verify that without spoiling the later season of the show for myself, so I apologize if I got that wrong!) Let me know what you think!
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Miranda Priestly parted the thighs of the young Wing Governor and slipped a hand between them, grinning wickedly as her fingers immediately found copious moisture. She reveled in the embarrassed blush on Helen Stewart's cheeks as she began to work her fingers along the damp patch on her knickers. Despite her subordinate's protests, she was undeniably turned on.
Miranda felt a thrill course down her spine when Helen began to emit strangled sighs.
She knew that taking over for Simon at Lark Hall would have its perks. When he was forced to concede that the recovery from his triple bypass would take longer than anticipated, she happily stepped in to fill his shoes. Now that she was in charge and had the Board's support, Simon would be lucky to even step foot in the building again.
The system was sorely lacking in guidance. Miranda Priestly had a vision. She would be venerated for turning the establishment around.
If she could enjoy the fruits of her labor in the meantime, so be it.
Miranda Priestly was not a woman accustomed to getting on her knees for anyone, but Helen Stewart intrigued her. Miranda loved a woman with drive, with heart, and even if the woman was a bit slack, she admired her spunk. She was different.
She was delicious.
Rather than get on her knees, Miranda sat in her chair and drew the damp panties down the younger woman's legs before urging her to lie back against the desk. Helen Stewart looked anxious and disconcerted, but beneath it all was the emotion that Miranda herself had created: desire.
So she had to blackmail the Wing Governor to get her into this position in the first place. So she'd have to keep a special eye on Nikki Wade in the future to ensure that this continued.
Miranda didn't mind having to use a little manipulation to get what she wanted, and she wanted Helen Stewart.
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Prompt: Sex
Fandom: Miranda Priestly/Helen Stewart, The Devil Wears Prada/Bad Girls
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 323
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: When Kit randomly asked for this pairing via Twitter, I had NO idea how to do it. I couldn't even see the two of them together at first…but, the more time I spent thinking about it (because I'm a perv who gets tingly at thoughts of both of these characters), I couldn't not put them in a compromising position. (Oh, and the Boss Man at Lark Hall in the first few seasons -- his name is Simon, right? I couldn't verify that without spoiling the later season of the show for myself, so I apologize if I got that wrong!) Let me know what you think!
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Miranda Priestly parted the thighs of the young Wing Governor and slipped a hand between them, grinning wickedly as her fingers immediately found copious moisture. She reveled in the embarrassed blush on Helen Stewart's cheeks as she began to work her fingers along the damp patch on her knickers. Despite her subordinate's protests, she was undeniably turned on.
Miranda felt a thrill course down her spine when Helen began to emit strangled sighs.
She knew that taking over for Simon at Lark Hall would have its perks. When he was forced to concede that the recovery from his triple bypass would take longer than anticipated, she happily stepped in to fill his shoes. Now that she was in charge and had the Board's support, Simon would be lucky to even step foot in the building again.
The system was sorely lacking in guidance. Miranda Priestly had a vision. She would be venerated for turning the establishment around.
If she could enjoy the fruits of her labor in the meantime, so be it.
Miranda Priestly was not a woman accustomed to getting on her knees for anyone, but Helen Stewart intrigued her. Miranda loved a woman with drive, with heart, and even if the woman was a bit slack, she admired her spunk. She was different.
She was delicious.
Rather than get on her knees, Miranda sat in her chair and drew the damp panties down the younger woman's legs before urging her to lie back against the desk. Helen Stewart looked anxious and disconcerted, but beneath it all was the emotion that Miranda herself had created: desire.
So she had to blackmail the Wing Governor to get her into this position in the first place. So she'd have to keep a special eye on Nikki Wade in the future to ensure that this continued.
Miranda didn't mind having to use a little manipulation to get what she wanted, and she wanted Helen Stewart.
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