FF: A Beautiful Thing (Miranda Priestly/CJ Cregg), Adult
Yay, my first femslash pornbattle! Oddly enough, a pairing I never thought I'd write. I've only seen Devil Wears Prada once, so hopefully my Miranda isn't too off...
In case the whole 'pornbattle' thing didn't give it away; rating Adult.
A Thing of Beauty
Miranda Priestly knows beautiful things. Shoes, sure. Clothes, absolutely. But it’s more than that and always has been. The world is a rotten place and people on the whole are worse, but she bears it, because there is beauty and she’s worked hard to surround herself with it. Her own, little (okay, not so little) cocoon of marvelous, breathtaking accessories. Of stunning people in the most gorgeous, refined garments.
So when she receives a call from an old classmate to dress the White House senior staff for their first State of the Union, she doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even need to see Abigail to find a dress for her, because she’s so often undressed her boarding school roommate before real life kicked in.
So, she accepts because of her old friend and because no other woman of Abbey’s stature can quite pull off the gold, Givenchy gown she laid her hands on two years ago. But, as usual, Miranda has ulterior motives.
When she finds Press Secretary Claudia Jean Cregg pacing the length of one of the Residence’s bedrooms like a caged animal, she smiles to herself. The First Lady still knows her very well indeed. She introduces herself, pays little attention to CJ’s perfunctory refusal of anything fancy.
Beauty comes in many forms. In nature untouched by humans and in leather shoes and silk dresses. Beauty is never perfection and always contradiction. She thinks of this as she undresses the tall, flighty woman. Studies long, lean limbs and a body many models would envy. Her hands travel under the guise of measurements, her mind under that of beauty and CJ allows her.
The thing about beauty is that you have to treat it with respect, reverence. If you do that, it will always do your bidding. CJ Cregg is a rare beauty, the kind many overlook, especially in her world of flawless faces, youth and sheepish minds.
They don’t speak because neither can afford to acknowledge that Miranda’s fingers are too high on Claudia’s thighs. It doesn’t matter, beauty needs no words and she can put her mouth to better use. Unlike the trembling little things she sometimes samples at work, this woman is real. She doesn’t flinch or blush and only shivers because of the slight chill in the air.
She is used to power, wields it efficiently and precisely. They are alike in that aspect and so she’s perfectly aware that in this room, she only has power because the younger woman allows it. Her lips find a beauty mark on CJ’s left shoulder. Her hair, still in that undetermined color between copper and light-brown, smells familiar but Miranda can’t place it.
Her minions will never get true beauty, they don’t see the depth beneath surfaces of make-up and expensive fabrics. It’s not about power anymore than it is about perfection. She easily slides two manicured fingers through the slickness between CJ’s thighs and feels the taller woman suck in a deep breath of air. She may not be the only one with power in this room, but she still wins.
What matters is cutting away the inconsequential, the fake pleasantries to get at the true heart of the matter. It’s not something she broadcasts. Let them think she’s only concerned with the superficial, that she only does things for the sake of power and personal gratification. Until they understand that none of it matters, they’re not deserving.
She nips at the base of CJ’s skull and pushes her fingers deep into to the other woman. Each thrust precise and strong, because there is nothing to gain with subtlety. Surprise strikes for the first time in too long when CJ steps away and her fingers are suddenly bereft of that beautiful, hot place they occupied.
Before she can react, hands grab her wrists and she’s pushed back against the wall. Miranda smiles, smug and satisfied that her suspicions aren’t wrong. She tangles her fingers, still wet, into CJ’s hair and demands a kiss. The woman cooperates, but at the same time sneaks long-fingered hands under her Gucci skirt and blouse. She gasps when those fingers slide into her and shuts her eyes.
You have to be able to enjoy beautiful things, or they’re meaningless.
CJ is skilled and alternates deep strokes with shallow teasing. Her thumb circles Miranda’s clit and her teeth are sharp when she bites down just below her left ear. Oh she’s good. Desire coats her thighs and voice. She moans unabashed when a third finger joins the two inside her. She’s already close and can tell by the younger woman’s smug expression that her need is clear on her face.
It doesn’t matter, because CJ curls her fingers and thrusts deeply. It’s over in seconds. Her world flashes white and every muscle in her body strains, shudders and releases. Leaning against CJ’s chest, she rides the second wave, because Claudia knows one orgasm just isn’t enough for women like them and Miranda has no qualms complying.
“I was thinking,” she says after finally catching her breath and nearly losing it again when CJ casually sucks her fingers clean. God, Abbey was right about this one, she’s a rare find. No pretenses, all confidence and skill. Too bad her old friend is too married to enjoy her.
Miranda, not bogged down by trivialities such as marriage and vows, continues while tracing her ideas onto naked, slick skin. “Something low cut, front and back. Venetian with touches of Brandeis blue and gold. It sounds cheap,” she admits, her fingers dipping low, “but you’ll make it classy. Heels, high ones.”
CJ halts her protests when she kneels down between legs that go on forever and catches the woman’s blue eyes. “Heels,” Miranda demands, “sharp. And the dress…” she smiles again, close enough to feel the heat and inhales the sweet scent surrounding her. “…skintight and fluent.” Her fingers explore the woman’s firm ass and smooth legs, she licks her lips and dives in.
Above her, CJ groans and trembles. She finds the younger woman’s clit and draws it into her mouth. CJ is good, but so is Miranda. Fingers dig into her shoulders, the slight pain only encouraging her to lash her tongue quicker against the bundle of nerves. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, but sucks and nips, uses her tongue and teeth until CJ’s panting is the drum to her orchestra. Her nails scratch along the woman’s spine before she slides three fingers deep into her. Claudia, so incredibly wet and hot, tenses, stutters unintelligibly and clenches around her fingers, clit throbbing angrily against her tongue. For a few seconds, she doesn’t make a single sound and then groans loudly, almost losing balance when her orgasm hits hard.
Miranda stands up slowly, not yet withdrawing her fingers. She reaches up and leisurely kisses the tall Press Secretary. “You’ll be a thing of beauty.”
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