It's a Small World Part 2
Title: It’s a Small World
Author: inlove_n_inhate
Plot: Serena finally gets Emily that vacation she’s deserved.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters borrowed from The Devil Wears Prada. If I did, well there’d have been no need for subtext it’d just be the text.
Rating: PG-13...
Author’s Note: Story written for the Valentines Exchange for allaine77. I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story.
Other: Un-betaed so mistakes are my own.
I will post the prompt I was given at the last chapter. I'm sure you'll figure it out as the story continues.
Part 1
Part 2
‘What Are You Doing…?’
Emily walked into the Runway offices at exactly 7:45. Miranda wasn’t due for another fifteen minutes and she didn’t need to worry about getting the woman her bleeding nonfat skim latte searing hot anymore or placing her magazines exactly one inch away from each other. She didn’t need to worry about her phone conference with Donatella or the showings she had with only a half an hour interval between each. For all she cared the woman could…
Emily sighed.
It wouldn’t do her any good to start wishing for Miranda Priestly’s demise again. She’d done so all night long as she slept in the bed she was supposed to share with Serena! While her lover, of over a year, slept on the couch and left before she even woke up to catch her flight. She could hate Miranda Priestly all she wanted while she was in her own home, but now, here within the offices of Runway Miranda Priestly was needed for this magazine to thrive, so she’d suck up her breaking heart and continue on like she didn’t despise the woman she worked for. For many different reasons, all of which she was NOT going to think about right now.
Emily walked past Nigel’s office sparing the bald Italian man a small flick of her wrist as a greeting as she made her way to her own desk further within the offices of Runway. She looked down at her watch after sitting at her desk for a previously unknown amount of time and sighed. It was 8:30. Serena’s plane would be touching down within the next thirty minutes.
Emily looked up when she heard Nigel’s tell tale gate as he walked up to her desk. She waited a moment wondering if he was here to see Jane or perhaps John. When he stepped in front of her desk and looked down at her with a curious expression, she become worried.
“Yes?” Emily asked sounding more impatient than she really was.
“She wants you.” Emily groaned and stood up from her desk, almost reaching into her desk for a note pad, a habit she had picked up from Andrea two years before. She walked down towards Miranda’s domain with a confident stride. That was until she was actually in the dragon’s lair.
Miranda barely even looked up from her work for a second to eye Emily before she began typing away at her computer again. Emily waited, as she had become accustomed to doing while she was still one of Miranda’s assistants. Who were both eyeing her curiously from their desks.
“What do you think you are doing?” Miranda asked her tone as icy as Emily had ever heard it.
What the hell? What had she done? Better yet, what hadn’t she done?
“Uh-um…” Emily tried to clear her throat but was unable to get anything but the sound before Miranda continued.
“I thought I had made myself perfectly clear.” Oh God….it was like being pulled back through time. “You were to be on the 6 o’clock flight to Orlando’s International Airport. Tell me Emily….” Miranda looked up above her glasses at the shaking Brit. “What are you doing here?”
“I…” When the hell had she been told to go to Florida? Serena and the head of the art department were sent! They had both left this morning! Not once in the last week had she been informed that she was supposed to attend the convention as well.
Not once!
What was going on here?
Some memo that hadn’t made it passed Miranda’s assistants? What was she supposed to do now? Turn back time? No matter how good she is, she was just not THAT good.
“I expect you to make your new flight if you wish to remain within my employ when you return on Monday. That’s…” before Miranda could even get out the rest of her dismissal Emily was out in the outer offices grabbing her ticket from one of the assistants that Miranda still had not bothered to learn the name of, and then was gone.
Emily couldn’t believe this. She didn’t believe it even as she raced to her desk to grab her belongings. She didn’t believe it as she rushed through the streets of Manhattan to get to the apartment she shared with Serena. She didn’t believe any of it even as she sat in a taxicab on her way to the airport an hour later. Nor did she believe it when she landed in Orlando! She was actually in Orlando International Airport at the baggage claim!
She was going to kill someone when she made it back to New York. Hell she was going to kill Serena for making her think it was optional, as in up to her, whether or not that she came here with her to this convention. Whatever the case, Emily was pissed and the man who happened to be working his shift at the Mariot World Center paid for someone else’s mistakes.
She was staying in one of the hotel’s villas in the Imperial Palms section. She had threatened the poor man with tortures worse than death if she didn’t get her cardkey from the Royal Palms and Imperial Palms check in/club house/market place since she couldn’t just check in here at the World Center. He also informed her that the first session of the convention she was supposed to attend had already begun and would be wrapping up for the day in less than an hour. Which was just perfect, but what could she do? She’d just have to take notes from Serena’s observations and pretend like she had attended the first session.
Emily took back all she said about hating this trip or plans to kill anyone who’d had any part in getting her here when she walked into the villa in which she was staying. The villa was beautiful! Light creams and oranges assented the walls as well as beautifully colored pictures of flowers in the rain forest. One particular picture of a parakeet sitting on a branch caught her attention. If only because it hung above a wonderfully large hot tub that the Brit could not wait to soak in. Inside the master suite of the villa where there were two sinks, it’s own bathroom with a stall shower, rather large closet (which is definitely important) and its very own balcony that overlooked the golf course and half the resort.
Then, on the bed, Emily found something she hadn’t quiet expected. Rose pedals. Red, white and pink pedals all circling a small hand written note. After glancing at the handwriting Emily smiled brightly to herself and sat upon the bed and read what her lover had to say.
With a brightening smile that reached her eyes and a roll those same eyes, Emily placed her letter atop the nightstand beside the queen-sized bed. She quickly slipping into something a little more comfortable for what Serena had planned for them. She unpacked what little she had packed and quickly grabbed up her cardkey and slipped out of her villa and rushed back to the check in center to call for a shuttle back to the World Center. She measured up the pool that was shared by both the Imperial and Royal Palms villas as she waited for the shuttle. Already day dreaming about how wonderful the water would feel against her sun kissed skin after sitting out in the glorious sun-like she planned to do as soon as possible. But only after she talked with Serena.
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The sun shown heavily down upon the pedestrians that were slowly making their way out of the conference hall they’d all been trapped in for the last few hours. All thankful for the respite and time allotted for their personal activities. Most planning on hitting up one of the pools the resort had to offer as well as one of its many restaurants.
There, standing less than a hundred feet away, leaning up against a large palm tree stood the one person in the world that could make Serena Bencke smile like she was smiling now. Even after such a boring lecture on the proper uses of color and schemes that even a teenager who hadn’t even heard of alice blue had to be aware of-or the hour and a half on new, less expensive, but just as effective line of make up made of nothing but natural ingredients. It was great to know that she could smile again and actually feel enthusiastic about something after such boring lectures.
“Why…it really must be a small world. Who would have guessed you’d be here?” Emily asked as she placed her hand against her heart acting mildly surprised to see her lover walking towards her.
“So…” Emily said nothing as Serena stood before her. “I take it you are not angry?” How could she be if she were openly playing with her?
“Oh I’m angry…” Emily stated simply as her arms slowly fell away from her chest as she smile. “But I’ll get over it sooner or later.” She moved into Serena’s arms and laughed softly as she rubbed her nose against the blonde’s. Serena laughed lightly as well while her arms wrapped themselves about Emily’s shoulders. It had taken such a long time to bring out this side of her lover, her playful care free side that hid herself so well while at work.
“I hoped you would. After all I have many plans for us now that you’ve arrived.” Emily leaned her forehead against Serena’s, a permanent smile in place.
“Oh…and would those plans include a shared experience in that rather large hot tub?” Eyebrows wiggled and a Brazilian beauty rolled her eyes.
“If you wish for there to be one, who am I to object?”
“You’re my everything…” Emily stated as she looked into Serena’s eyes.
“Aren’t we the romantic…” Serena whispered as she placed a fleeting kiss upon Emily’s lips.
“Yes, I can be one can’t I?” Serena rolled her eyes at her lover’s cocky attitude. “But only ever for you.”
After quiet a little while of the two just standing beneath the tall palm tree embracing, they slowly made their way up towards the World Center where Serena informed Emily a car was waiting to take them on the start of their vacation. And for once, Emily didn’t protest.
TBC…
Author: inlove_n_inhate
Plot: Serena finally gets Emily that vacation she’s deserved.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters borrowed from The Devil Wears Prada. If I did, well there’d have been no need for subtext it’d just be the text.
Rating: PG-13...
Author’s Note: Story written for the Valentines Exchange for allaine77. I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story.
Other: Un-betaed so mistakes are my own.
I will post the prompt I was given at the last chapter. I'm sure you'll figure it out as the story continues.
Part 1
Part 2
‘What Are You Doing…?’
Emily walked into the Runway offices at exactly 7:45. Miranda wasn’t due for another fifteen minutes and she didn’t need to worry about getting the woman her bleeding nonfat skim latte searing hot anymore or placing her magazines exactly one inch away from each other. She didn’t need to worry about her phone conference with Donatella or the showings she had with only a half an hour interval between each. For all she cared the woman could…
Emily sighed.
It wouldn’t do her any good to start wishing for Miranda Priestly’s demise again. She’d done so all night long as she slept in the bed she was supposed to share with Serena! While her lover, of over a year, slept on the couch and left before she even woke up to catch her flight. She could hate Miranda Priestly all she wanted while she was in her own home, but now, here within the offices of Runway Miranda Priestly was needed for this magazine to thrive, so she’d suck up her breaking heart and continue on like she didn’t despise the woman she worked for. For many different reasons, all of which she was NOT going to think about right now.
Emily walked past Nigel’s office sparing the bald Italian man a small flick of her wrist as a greeting as she made her way to her own desk further within the offices of Runway. She looked down at her watch after sitting at her desk for a previously unknown amount of time and sighed. It was 8:30. Serena’s plane would be touching down within the next thirty minutes.
Emily looked up when she heard Nigel’s tell tale gate as he walked up to her desk. She waited a moment wondering if he was here to see Jane or perhaps John. When he stepped in front of her desk and looked down at her with a curious expression, she become worried.
“Yes?” Emily asked sounding more impatient than she really was.
“She wants you.” Emily groaned and stood up from her desk, almost reaching into her desk for a note pad, a habit she had picked up from Andrea two years before. She walked down towards Miranda’s domain with a confident stride. That was until she was actually in the dragon’s lair.
Miranda barely even looked up from her work for a second to eye Emily before she began typing away at her computer again. Emily waited, as she had become accustomed to doing while she was still one of Miranda’s assistants. Who were both eyeing her curiously from their desks.
“What do you think you are doing?” Miranda asked her tone as icy as Emily had ever heard it.
What the hell? What had she done? Better yet, what hadn’t she done?
“Uh-um…” Emily tried to clear her throat but was unable to get anything but the sound before Miranda continued.
“I thought I had made myself perfectly clear.” Oh God….it was like being pulled back through time. “You were to be on the 6 o’clock flight to Orlando’s International Airport. Tell me Emily….” Miranda looked up above her glasses at the shaking Brit. “What are you doing here?”
“I…” When the hell had she been told to go to Florida? Serena and the head of the art department were sent! They had both left this morning! Not once in the last week had she been informed that she was supposed to attend the convention as well.
Not once!
What was going on here?
Some memo that hadn’t made it passed Miranda’s assistants? What was she supposed to do now? Turn back time? No matter how good she is, she was just not THAT good.
“I expect you to make your new flight if you wish to remain within my employ when you return on Monday. That’s…” before Miranda could even get out the rest of her dismissal Emily was out in the outer offices grabbing her ticket from one of the assistants that Miranda still had not bothered to learn the name of, and then was gone.
Emily couldn’t believe this. She didn’t believe it even as she raced to her desk to grab her belongings. She didn’t believe it as she rushed through the streets of Manhattan to get to the apartment she shared with Serena. She didn’t believe any of it even as she sat in a taxicab on her way to the airport an hour later. Nor did she believe it when she landed in Orlando! She was actually in Orlando International Airport at the baggage claim!
She was going to kill someone when she made it back to New York. Hell she was going to kill Serena for making her think it was optional, as in up to her, whether or not that she came here with her to this convention. Whatever the case, Emily was pissed and the man who happened to be working his shift at the Mariot World Center paid for someone else’s mistakes.
She was staying in one of the hotel’s villas in the Imperial Palms section. She had threatened the poor man with tortures worse than death if she didn’t get her cardkey from the Royal Palms and Imperial Palms check in/club house/market place since she couldn’t just check in here at the World Center. He also informed her that the first session of the convention she was supposed to attend had already begun and would be wrapping up for the day in less than an hour. Which was just perfect, but what could she do? She’d just have to take notes from Serena’s observations and pretend like she had attended the first session.
Emily took back all she said about hating this trip or plans to kill anyone who’d had any part in getting her here when she walked into the villa in which she was staying. The villa was beautiful! Light creams and oranges assented the walls as well as beautifully colored pictures of flowers in the rain forest. One particular picture of a parakeet sitting on a branch caught her attention. If only because it hung above a wonderfully large hot tub that the Brit could not wait to soak in. Inside the master suite of the villa where there were two sinks, it’s own bathroom with a stall shower, rather large closet (which is definitely important) and its very own balcony that overlooked the golf course and half the resort.
Then, on the bed, Emily found something she hadn’t quiet expected. Rose pedals. Red, white and pink pedals all circling a small hand written note. After glancing at the handwriting Emily smiled brightly to herself and sat upon the bed and read what her lover had to say.
With a brightening smile that reached her eyes and a roll those same eyes, Emily placed her letter atop the nightstand beside the queen-sized bed. She quickly slipping into something a little more comfortable for what Serena had planned for them. She unpacked what little she had packed and quickly grabbed up her cardkey and slipped out of her villa and rushed back to the check in center to call for a shuttle back to the World Center. She measured up the pool that was shared by both the Imperial and Royal Palms villas as she waited for the shuttle. Already day dreaming about how wonderful the water would feel against her sun kissed skin after sitting out in the glorious sun-like she planned to do as soon as possible. But only after she talked with Serena.
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The sun shown heavily down upon the pedestrians that were slowly making their way out of the conference hall they’d all been trapped in for the last few hours. All thankful for the respite and time allotted for their personal activities. Most planning on hitting up one of the pools the resort had to offer as well as one of its many restaurants.
There, standing less than a hundred feet away, leaning up against a large palm tree stood the one person in the world that could make Serena Bencke smile like she was smiling now. Even after such a boring lecture on the proper uses of color and schemes that even a teenager who hadn’t even heard of alice blue had to be aware of-or the hour and a half on new, less expensive, but just as effective line of make up made of nothing but natural ingredients. It was great to know that she could smile again and actually feel enthusiastic about something after such boring lectures.
“Why…it really must be a small world. Who would have guessed you’d be here?” Emily asked as she placed her hand against her heart acting mildly surprised to see her lover walking towards her.
“So…” Emily said nothing as Serena stood before her. “I take it you are not angry?” How could she be if she were openly playing with her?
“Oh I’m angry…” Emily stated simply as her arms slowly fell away from her chest as she smile. “But I’ll get over it sooner or later.” She moved into Serena’s arms and laughed softly as she rubbed her nose against the blonde’s. Serena laughed lightly as well while her arms wrapped themselves about Emily’s shoulders. It had taken such a long time to bring out this side of her lover, her playful care free side that hid herself so well while at work.
“I hoped you would. After all I have many plans for us now that you’ve arrived.” Emily leaned her forehead against Serena’s, a permanent smile in place.
“Oh…and would those plans include a shared experience in that rather large hot tub?” Eyebrows wiggled and a Brazilian beauty rolled her eyes.
“If you wish for there to be one, who am I to object?”
“You’re my everything…” Emily stated as she looked into Serena’s eyes.
“Aren’t we the romantic…” Serena whispered as she placed a fleeting kiss upon Emily’s lips.
“Yes, I can be one can’t I?” Serena rolled her eyes at her lover’s cocky attitude. “But only ever for you.”
After quiet a little while of the two just standing beneath the tall palm tree embracing, they slowly made their way up towards the World Center where Serena informed Emily a car was waiting to take them on the start of their vacation. And for once, Emily didn’t protest.
TBC…