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Priestly's Piece of Paradise
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Donna
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada or Mamma Mia or Meryl Streep: I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made off of this and no infringement is intended.
summary Caroline, Cassidy, Andy, Emily and Nigel come to see how Miranda is settling into her new life of leisure. Is retirement everything Miranda dreamed it would be or is it driving her slowly over the edge into insanity?
Author's Note Continuation in the fic verse set up in Letters to the Editor ♥
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Miranda lay on the bed with her face in her pillows. Donna sat on Miranda's ass as she kneaded her back. "Maybe this week was a bad idea, I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"No," Miranda turned her head to look at Donna, "no, I love my surprise. I'm glad my friends and family are here. It's not your fault that they're all incredibly burdensome. Except Nigel."
Donna smiled, "I wouldn't bet my life on that, beautiful."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miranda sounded worried.
"Well," Donna said, her fingers moving up Miranda's spine, "he seems to have something on his mind that seems to be meant for your ears only. I'd stake my life savings that it's a doozy."
"That sounds like a lot of inferences."
"Well, my love, there's something on that man's mind. That much is indisputable."
Miranda grumbled into the pillows.
"For what it's worth, darling, I think you should go to the mainland with Andy and Nigel." Miranda started to protest and Donna pushed her forearm into the top of Miranda's back. She leaned all the way down to whisper in her ear, "they came all this way to see you and you're being antisocial."
"I am antisocial. They know that."
"Well, suck it up."
"Did you just tell me to suck it up?" Miranda demanded playfully, twisting and toppling Donna back onto the bed. Donna laughed and Miranda straddled her hips. Her fingers went straight to her armpits, tickling mercilessly.
Donna let out hearty, uncontrollable bursts of laughter as she struggled against Miranda, "mercy! Mercy!"
"Suck it up!" Miranda grinned, pinning her to the bed.
Donna's hands went to Miranda's hips and she bucked up, knocking Miranda over and they both fell to the floor in a flurry of blankets. "Oh god, my ass."
Donna laughed again, hugging her girlfriend, "I love you so much."
"You're a bad influence. Bad, bad influence." Miranda pushed herself up off the floor, she rubbed her ass.
"Hey, hey, that's my job." Donna slid her hands over Miranda's ass. Miranda yelped as Donna nipped at her bum, clad in a short Chanel skirt.
Donna got to her feet and took Miranda's hands. Miranda squeezed Donna's hands and smiled at her, shaking her head, "I'm in love with you, Donna Sheridan. So much in love. You're a terrible influence."
"Yeah, I'm the bad influence." Donna's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Now, get your ass down to the ferry, you have just enough time to make it."
**
Nigel and Andy settled into their seats as the ferry started to move away from the dock. Andy sighed, "I guess she decided not to come after all. I really thought she'd get over herself."
Nigel scoffed, "I can't imagine that happening."
The ferry stopped and all the passengers looked around in confusion. Andy saw a flash of white hair as Miranda grabbed the railing and pulled herself up.
"Lady, I have a schedule to keep." The driver griped as Miranda straightened her skirt.
Miranda shot him a withering glare, pushed her sunglasses onto her face and flipped her hair at him dismissively. Miranda approached Andy and Nigel, "is there room for one more?"
Andy grinned and scooched over and Miranda wedged herself in between her two friends. "I'd given up on you." Andy admitted.
Miranda nodded, "the only reason I'm here is because my better half truly has a lot more sense than I do."
"Thank god one of you has some sense." Andy teased.
"So what costume did you get for the party?" Nigel inquired.
"Aphrodite."
"What's Donna's costume?"
Miranda shook her head, "I don't know, we're keeping our costumes a surprise."
"And you don't think Donna's going to go as Aphrodite?" Nigel asked with skepticism.
"Doubtful."
**
Andy pushed costumes along the racks as she perused the selection, "do you think that a lot of the other guests will go to the costume party?"
Miranda looked up from a magazine to answer Andy, "she usually has a very good turn out at her parties. She has one a month, generally. I think that a lot of people attend because Villa Donna is about authenticity and the sort of guest that is attracted by that is the sort of guest who would participate in events."
"Do you think Donna will sing?" Nigel asked, picking up a costume, thinking about it and then scowling.
Miranda smiled fondly, "probably." She put down the magazine, "Cassidy and Caroline will probably join her. Provided they're not both still in bad moods."
"Miranda, would you help me?" Nigel sighed. "The men's selection is dismal. I am in desperate need of your expertise."
"Actually," Miranda grinned devillishly, "I had something in mind for you."
"What about me?" Andy asked.
"You?" Miranda looked over and shrugged playfully, "you're a lost cause."
Day Five
The party was underway by six. Donna had overseen the start, hassled the DJ and helped lay out the food before disappearing into the hotel to put on her costume. Miranda ventured out when she saw Donna go in.
Miranda sauntered past the dance floor where the guests were already dancing. None of the New Yorkers had joined the festivities yet, however, so Miranda went to the bar and got herself a mojito while she waited.
Miranda's knee length tunic was belted with a gold rope and a hand woven olive branch head piece. On her feet she wore a pair of gladiator style three inch heels. She felt that she'd captured the essence of the costume even if she had felt a little old to be wearing it.
Emily and Andy came down first. Emily was decked out in a tight pleather Catwoman catsuit, complete with thigh high stilettos and a whip holstered at her side, though she'd forgone the mask. Andy was wearing the Victorian bar maid's dress she'd picked out the day before. Miranda didn't love that it was a bar maid's dress but had always had a certain fondness for Victorian style dresses.
Miranda raised her drink to catch their attention and they joined her at the bar.
"Right in your element." Emily muttered to Andy as she lifted a glass of wine to her lips.
"At least I'm wearing a whole costume." Andy rolled her eyes, "who wears a Catwoman costume without the mask?"
"It's a party." Miranda interjected. "You could try to have fun."
Emily downed her wine. "I'm on my way."
"Where's Donna?" Andy asked, looking around.
"Inside getting dressed." Miranda grinned as her daughters approached, "you two look really cute."
They each did a little spin in their matching Thing One and Thing Two outfits. "We couldn't decide who'd be which number." Caroline, who was Thing Two, "so we put them face down and picked at random."
"I dressed you as Thing One and Thing Two once when you were young." Miranda reminisced.
They furrowed their brows. "I don't remember that," Cassidy said, thinking. "I've seen all the Halloween pictures of us."
"It wasn't for Halloween." Miranda shook her head, "your father and I were going to a costume ball at his firm and I didn't want to go because I was tired and grumpy and your father and I were... having marital difficulties. I finally decided to go but I had to stop on the way to get costumes for us. I got you Thing One and Thing Two shirts and I got myself a Cat in the Hat hat."
"That sounds really cute, are there any pictures?"
"Your father may have some." She sipped the mojito, "none of me, of course, but he might have some of you."
The women were distracted from their conversation by the whistling and cat calling as Nigel walked across the dance floor. Miranda bit her lip on a grin, "Nigel..."
"Go ahead and laugh, Priestly," he flipped the blonde wig, "you're just jealous."
Miranda's eyes swept over the Marilyn Monroe costume and back up to examine his make-up. "You look stunning. Even better than I'd imagined. Don't you need your glasses to see, though?"
"How would I get the squinting look if I put my glasses on?" He grinned and added, "contacts, my dear."
Before either of them could continue the conversation, the DJ lowered the music and Skye cleared his throat to catch everyone's attention, "ladies and gentlemen, cherished guests, allow me to introduce our hostess for the evening, Ms. Liberty, herself!"
Donna struck a pose as she stepped out onto her courtyard. "Welcome to the party!"
"Sing for us!" Skye yelled.
Donna started singing America the Beautiful and the crowd laughed, "not what you had in mind?" She joked, "no, no, you don't want to hear me sing. At least not until you've had a considerable amount of alcohol. Our handsome and charming bartender would be more than happy to mix you anything you'd like. And there's plenty of food and there are going to be contests throughout the night and, of course, open mic. So eat, drink and be merry!"
Miranda grinned at her lady love as she approached, spinning and showing off her Statue of Liberty costume. "What do you think?"
"Well, my first thought is where on earth did you get so many sea foam green garments?" Miranda laughed.
"I bought them white and dyed them. I could have gotten the costume dress but I didn't think I'd be able to dance very well in it. So I got stretch pants and a loose billowing blouse."
"Ah. I see. You got your costume from the 1980's." Miranda wrapped her arms around Donna and pulled her close, "it all becomes clear."
Donna captured Miranda's grinning lips in a kiss, "and you. You make a magnificent Aphrodite. You're a vision. Are these real olive branches?" Donna ran her fingers over the wooden halo.
Miranda nodded, "they are. Hand woven."
Donna smiled and kissed Miranda again, her hands splaying over Miranda's back, kissing her deeply. Miranda sighed with contentment into the kiss, holding her tight. When the kiss broke Donna spun Miranda around, "will you dance with me?"
Miranda let out a throaty giggle, "how can I refuse you anything?"
Donna took her hand and kissed it. Miranda let Donna pull her onto the courtyard, Donna's hands held her tightly as she moved them to the music. Miranda loved feeling Donna's body pressed against her and even came close to forgetting she was in a crowd of people.
"Would you like to dance?" Emily asked, turning to Andy.
"Are you asking me?" Andy replied coyly.
"If you make me repeat myself, consider the offer rescinded." Emily held out her hand to Andy. Andy's hand slid into it and gave it a gentle squeeze.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Emily leaned in and kissed Andy softly on the lips. Andy scarcely had time to react before Emily pulled her into the middle of the court yard.
Miranda had retired to the sidelines after a half an hour. Nigel took her place as a dancing partner for Donna until Skye cut in. Nigel joined Miranda on the sideline. He leaned in and said directly into her ear, "can we go somewhere quieter? Can we talk?"
Miranda nodded and stood up, leading the way down a path off of the courtyard which led to a rocky beach. Miranda shivered in her thin Aphrodite's costume as the ocean sprayed salt water into the night air. Both parties' high heels sunk into the soft sand.
Miranda wrapped her arms around her body and waited for Nigel to speak.
Nigel looked down at the wet sand and wondered if he had the courage to speak. He took a deep breath and said, "Miranda, I really hate to ask you this... but I need a really big favor."
Miranda held her breath, waiting for him to continue.
♥♥♥Coco
by Coco (i_heart_cuddy)
rating R
pairing Miranda/Donna
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada or Mamma Mia or Meryl Streep: I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made off of this and no infringement is intended.
summary Caroline, Cassidy, Andy, Emily and Nigel come to see how Miranda is settling into her new life of leisure. Is retirement everything Miranda dreamed it would be or is it driving her slowly over the edge into insanity?
Author's Note Continuation in the fic verse set up in Letters to the Editor ♥
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Miranda lay on the bed with her face in her pillows. Donna sat on Miranda's ass as she kneaded her back. "Maybe this week was a bad idea, I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"No," Miranda turned her head to look at Donna, "no, I love my surprise. I'm glad my friends and family are here. It's not your fault that they're all incredibly burdensome. Except Nigel."
Donna smiled, "I wouldn't bet my life on that, beautiful."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miranda sounded worried.
"Well," Donna said, her fingers moving up Miranda's spine, "he seems to have something on his mind that seems to be meant for your ears only. I'd stake my life savings that it's a doozy."
"That sounds like a lot of inferences."
"Well, my love, there's something on that man's mind. That much is indisputable."
Miranda grumbled into the pillows.
"For what it's worth, darling, I think you should go to the mainland with Andy and Nigel." Miranda started to protest and Donna pushed her forearm into the top of Miranda's back. She leaned all the way down to whisper in her ear, "they came all this way to see you and you're being antisocial."
"I am antisocial. They know that."
"Well, suck it up."
"Did you just tell me to suck it up?" Miranda demanded playfully, twisting and toppling Donna back onto the bed. Donna laughed and Miranda straddled her hips. Her fingers went straight to her armpits, tickling mercilessly.
Donna let out hearty, uncontrollable bursts of laughter as she struggled against Miranda, "mercy! Mercy!"
"Suck it up!" Miranda grinned, pinning her to the bed.
Donna's hands went to Miranda's hips and she bucked up, knocking Miranda over and they both fell to the floor in a flurry of blankets. "Oh god, my ass."
Donna laughed again, hugging her girlfriend, "I love you so much."
"You're a bad influence. Bad, bad influence." Miranda pushed herself up off the floor, she rubbed her ass.
"Hey, hey, that's my job." Donna slid her hands over Miranda's ass. Miranda yelped as Donna nipped at her bum, clad in a short Chanel skirt.
Donna got to her feet and took Miranda's hands. Miranda squeezed Donna's hands and smiled at her, shaking her head, "I'm in love with you, Donna Sheridan. So much in love. You're a terrible influence."
"Yeah, I'm the bad influence." Donna's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Now, get your ass down to the ferry, you have just enough time to make it."
**
Nigel and Andy settled into their seats as the ferry started to move away from the dock. Andy sighed, "I guess she decided not to come after all. I really thought she'd get over herself."
Nigel scoffed, "I can't imagine that happening."
The ferry stopped and all the passengers looked around in confusion. Andy saw a flash of white hair as Miranda grabbed the railing and pulled herself up.
"Lady, I have a schedule to keep." The driver griped as Miranda straightened her skirt.
Miranda shot him a withering glare, pushed her sunglasses onto her face and flipped her hair at him dismissively. Miranda approached Andy and Nigel, "is there room for one more?"
Andy grinned and scooched over and Miranda wedged herself in between her two friends. "I'd given up on you." Andy admitted.
Miranda nodded, "the only reason I'm here is because my better half truly has a lot more sense than I do."
"Thank god one of you has some sense." Andy teased.
"So what costume did you get for the party?" Nigel inquired.
"Aphrodite."
"What's Donna's costume?"
Miranda shook her head, "I don't know, we're keeping our costumes a surprise."
"And you don't think Donna's going to go as Aphrodite?" Nigel asked with skepticism.
"Doubtful."
**
Andy pushed costumes along the racks as she perused the selection, "do you think that a lot of the other guests will go to the costume party?"
Miranda looked up from a magazine to answer Andy, "she usually has a very good turn out at her parties. She has one a month, generally. I think that a lot of people attend because Villa Donna is about authenticity and the sort of guest that is attracted by that is the sort of guest who would participate in events."
"Do you think Donna will sing?" Nigel asked, picking up a costume, thinking about it and then scowling.
Miranda smiled fondly, "probably." She put down the magazine, "Cassidy and Caroline will probably join her. Provided they're not both still in bad moods."
"Miranda, would you help me?" Nigel sighed. "The men's selection is dismal. I am in desperate need of your expertise."
"Actually," Miranda grinned devillishly, "I had something in mind for you."
"What about me?" Andy asked.
"You?" Miranda looked over and shrugged playfully, "you're a lost cause."
Day Five
The party was underway by six. Donna had overseen the start, hassled the DJ and helped lay out the food before disappearing into the hotel to put on her costume. Miranda ventured out when she saw Donna go in.
Miranda sauntered past the dance floor where the guests were already dancing. None of the New Yorkers had joined the festivities yet, however, so Miranda went to the bar and got herself a mojito while she waited.
Miranda's knee length tunic was belted with a gold rope and a hand woven olive branch head piece. On her feet she wore a pair of gladiator style three inch heels. She felt that she'd captured the essence of the costume even if she had felt a little old to be wearing it.
Emily and Andy came down first. Emily was decked out in a tight pleather Catwoman catsuit, complete with thigh high stilettos and a whip holstered at her side, though she'd forgone the mask. Andy was wearing the Victorian bar maid's dress she'd picked out the day before. Miranda didn't love that it was a bar maid's dress but had always had a certain fondness for Victorian style dresses.
Miranda raised her drink to catch their attention and they joined her at the bar.
"Right in your element." Emily muttered to Andy as she lifted a glass of wine to her lips.
"At least I'm wearing a whole costume." Andy rolled her eyes, "who wears a Catwoman costume without the mask?"
"It's a party." Miranda interjected. "You could try to have fun."
Emily downed her wine. "I'm on my way."
"Where's Donna?" Andy asked, looking around.
"Inside getting dressed." Miranda grinned as her daughters approached, "you two look really cute."
They each did a little spin in their matching Thing One and Thing Two outfits. "We couldn't decide who'd be which number." Caroline, who was Thing Two, "so we put them face down and picked at random."
"I dressed you as Thing One and Thing Two once when you were young." Miranda reminisced.
They furrowed their brows. "I don't remember that," Cassidy said, thinking. "I've seen all the Halloween pictures of us."
"It wasn't for Halloween." Miranda shook her head, "your father and I were going to a costume ball at his firm and I didn't want to go because I was tired and grumpy and your father and I were... having marital difficulties. I finally decided to go but I had to stop on the way to get costumes for us. I got you Thing One and Thing Two shirts and I got myself a Cat in the Hat hat."
"That sounds really cute, are there any pictures?"
"Your father may have some." She sipped the mojito, "none of me, of course, but he might have some of you."
The women were distracted from their conversation by the whistling and cat calling as Nigel walked across the dance floor. Miranda bit her lip on a grin, "Nigel..."
"Go ahead and laugh, Priestly," he flipped the blonde wig, "you're just jealous."
Miranda's eyes swept over the Marilyn Monroe costume and back up to examine his make-up. "You look stunning. Even better than I'd imagined. Don't you need your glasses to see, though?"
"How would I get the squinting look if I put my glasses on?" He grinned and added, "contacts, my dear."
Before either of them could continue the conversation, the DJ lowered the music and Skye cleared his throat to catch everyone's attention, "ladies and gentlemen, cherished guests, allow me to introduce our hostess for the evening, Ms. Liberty, herself!"
Donna struck a pose as she stepped out onto her courtyard. "Welcome to the party!"
"Sing for us!" Skye yelled.
Donna started singing America the Beautiful and the crowd laughed, "not what you had in mind?" She joked, "no, no, you don't want to hear me sing. At least not until you've had a considerable amount of alcohol. Our handsome and charming bartender would be more than happy to mix you anything you'd like. And there's plenty of food and there are going to be contests throughout the night and, of course, open mic. So eat, drink and be merry!"
Miranda grinned at her lady love as she approached, spinning and showing off her Statue of Liberty costume. "What do you think?"
"Well, my first thought is where on earth did you get so many sea foam green garments?" Miranda laughed.
"I bought them white and dyed them. I could have gotten the costume dress but I didn't think I'd be able to dance very well in it. So I got stretch pants and a loose billowing blouse."
"Ah. I see. You got your costume from the 1980's." Miranda wrapped her arms around Donna and pulled her close, "it all becomes clear."
Donna captured Miranda's grinning lips in a kiss, "and you. You make a magnificent Aphrodite. You're a vision. Are these real olive branches?" Donna ran her fingers over the wooden halo.
Miranda nodded, "they are. Hand woven."
Donna smiled and kissed Miranda again, her hands splaying over Miranda's back, kissing her deeply. Miranda sighed with contentment into the kiss, holding her tight. When the kiss broke Donna spun Miranda around, "will you dance with me?"
Miranda let out a throaty giggle, "how can I refuse you anything?"
Donna took her hand and kissed it. Miranda let Donna pull her onto the courtyard, Donna's hands held her tightly as she moved them to the music. Miranda loved feeling Donna's body pressed against her and even came close to forgetting she was in a crowd of people.
"Would you like to dance?" Emily asked, turning to Andy.
"Are you asking me?" Andy replied coyly.
"If you make me repeat myself, consider the offer rescinded." Emily held out her hand to Andy. Andy's hand slid into it and gave it a gentle squeeze.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Emily leaned in and kissed Andy softly on the lips. Andy scarcely had time to react before Emily pulled her into the middle of the court yard.
Miranda had retired to the sidelines after a half an hour. Nigel took her place as a dancing partner for Donna until Skye cut in. Nigel joined Miranda on the sideline. He leaned in and said directly into her ear, "can we go somewhere quieter? Can we talk?"
Miranda nodded and stood up, leading the way down a path off of the courtyard which led to a rocky beach. Miranda shivered in her thin Aphrodite's costume as the ocean sprayed salt water into the night air. Both parties' high heels sunk into the soft sand.
Miranda wrapped her arms around her body and waited for Nigel to speak.
Nigel looked down at the wet sand and wondered if he had the courage to speak. He took a deep breath and said, "Miranda, I really hate to ask you this... but I need a really big favor."
Miranda held her breath, waiting for him to continue.
♥♥♥Coco