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Letters to the Editor (3/?)-
A DWP/MM Crossover
Author i_heart_cuddy
Rating R
Disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada, Mamma Mia or the characters herein. No profit is to be had by any of this. This is just for fun.
Pairing Miranda/Donna
Summary Donna and Miranda meet up by chance at The Sands hotel in Las Vegas and have a very memorable vacation.
Author's Note Inspired by privatesmile's A Drink from The Fountain. // Kind of a short chapter.
Miranda stretched out her long lean body and looked over at Donna. Donna was still asleep, curled up in the shape she'd been in when spooning Miranda, her face shoved in the pillow in a protest against the rising sun.
"Oh my god," Miranda murmured, unable to believe the feelings that she was having.
"Mm?" Donna yawned and rubbed her eyes, "d'you say s'mthing?"
"No," Miranda kissed Donna's forehead, "I was just admiring you."
"Oh stop." Donna grinned, "you're a horrible, horrible flatterer."
"I'm kind of new to vacation romances." Miranda admitted, "I'm kind of bad at romances. I don't have any intention of being insensitive or a jerk, it usually happens anyway though. I just... I don't want it to happen, okay?"
"Okay," Donna kissed her lips, "you don't have to make any apologies to me."
"I just... you're different, Donna. You're different from everyone else I've ever known and I want to treat you right."
"You're off to a great start," Donna wrapped her arms around Miranda's neck and pulled her closer. "Have you ever heard the expression que sera, sera?"
"Of course."
"Well, whatever happens is meant to happen."
Miranda scoffed a little.
"I didn't used to believe that but I've been thinking about it more and more over my years in Greece. I can curse the fact that I got pregnant and that all three of the men in my life left me. But because those things happened I have my wonderful daughter, I have my hotel, things I couldn't have had if things hadn't gone wrong first. Things happen the way they happen for a reason." Donna said very definitively. "I really believe that."
"Well," Miranda said, thinking about what Donna said. "I suppose."
"You have to think about it for a bit and then it'll feel like an epiphany."
Miranda let out a soft throaty giggle, "I'll take your word for it."
"You'd better," Donna flipped Miranda over and covered her body with her own and kissed her. Miranda wrapped her arms around her and returned the kisses.
Tonya woke up when Rosie flopped down onto the bed. Rosie scowled and pushed her sleep mask up. "Whaaaaat?"
"We are minus one Donna again this morning." Rosie grinned.
"No kidding?" Tonya looked around. "I think this time we can assume where she is, don't you?"
"Think she got lucky?"
"With a man or with Miranda Priestly?"
Rosie shrugged, "does it matter?"
"Does Donna sleep with women? Does Miranda Priestly?"
"Well, I hadn't heard anything either way. And Donna? Anything can happen, right? They really clicked, they've been inseparable."
"Maybe." Tonya shrugged. "Did you have to wake me up for this? What time is it?"
"Oh quit your belly aching, it's almost 11 and I'm bored." Rosie sat back.
"Want to go shopping today?" Tonya grinned.
"Duh!"
Tonya hooted and shoved the covers back, hauling herself out of bed and heading for the bathroom, "give me 20 minutes."
The door opened and Donna came into the room.
"Donna!" Rosie grinned, "I want details."
"Rosie," Donna blushed.
"You can't fool me with your wrinkled clothes."
"You got a little somethin' somethin,' you shady lady!" Tonya couldn't stop from grinning at her best friend. "Good for you, you really needed to get laid."
Donna blushed even harder, "I didn't get... laid."
"There's nothing wrong with vacation sex as long as you're safe."
"Really, we didn't have sex, we just made out and cuddled."
"Lame!" Tonya smirked playfully.
"Oh shut up." Rosie hushed Tonya, "not everything's about sex. Maybe Donna and Miranda Priestly have something more special than sex."
"What's more special than sex?" Tonya curled her lip.
Rosie gave Tonya a playful push and she fell over the bed backwards, she got up, giving Rosie a little glare.
"I feel bad that we took this vacation together and I'm spending all my time with Miranda."
"Hey, que sera sera, right?" Tonya smiled, "we're always going to be your Dynamos and you don't have to worry about us. We're going to go shopping today. We're going to have an absolutely horrible time without you, of course, but we'll try not to break down weeping or anything."
Miranda had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling her short silver hair when her cell phone rang.
Cassidy
"Hello Bob," Miranda answered the phone with a smile. "How's London?"
"Well, dad took a right turn right into on-coming traffic and swerved back into the left lane."
"Are you alright?" Miranda panicked.
"Yeah, yeah, we're alright, he just sideswiped a tree." Cassidy said flippantly.
"You tell him that if anything happens to so much as a hair on either of your heads he'll regret it to his dying day, which may not be very long from now."
"I think he feels the sentiment." Cassidy laughed.
"Any other death defying stunts since last we talked?"
"Just a visit to grandmas." Cassidy grinned, "she has those four little corgis and that was kind of death defying. She says hello and she wanted me to bring you a pie but I told her it wouldn't be allowed on the airplane, so I saved you from a grandmother pie."
"You're an angel."
"You sound cheery."
"Do I?"
"Yeah, after you stopped threatening Dad with death there was a spike in cheeriness. I do realize that plotting dad's demise does give you a bit of a lift but it was different." Cassidy giggled.
"Well, I'm soaking up all the western sunshine, who wouldn't be cheerier?"
"I love you mom."
"I love you too, Bob." Miranda smiled.
"I have to go, the tow truck is here and dad's beckoning. Caroline said she'd call you later."
"Okay, give her my love too."
"And the death thing to dad, right?"
"Right." Miranda laughed.
Cassidy hung up, smiling, it was nice to hear her mother's laugh.
Miranda dug out her black Prada dress and slipped into it, choosing her shoes and her jewelry accordingly. She picked up the phone and called the extension in Donna's room.
"Will you join me for dinner?"
A DWP/MM Crossover
Author i_heart_cuddy
Rating R
Disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada, Mamma Mia or the characters herein. No profit is to be had by any of this. This is just for fun.
Pairing Miranda/Donna
Summary Donna and Miranda meet up by chance at The Sands hotel in Las Vegas and have a very memorable vacation.
Author's Note Inspired by privatesmile's A Drink from The Fountain. // Kind of a short chapter.
Miranda stretched out her long lean body and looked over at Donna. Donna was still asleep, curled up in the shape she'd been in when spooning Miranda, her face shoved in the pillow in a protest against the rising sun.
"Oh my god," Miranda murmured, unable to believe the feelings that she was having.
"Mm?" Donna yawned and rubbed her eyes, "d'you say s'mthing?"
"No," Miranda kissed Donna's forehead, "I was just admiring you."
"Oh stop." Donna grinned, "you're a horrible, horrible flatterer."
"I'm kind of new to vacation romances." Miranda admitted, "I'm kind of bad at romances. I don't have any intention of being insensitive or a jerk, it usually happens anyway though. I just... I don't want it to happen, okay?"
"Okay," Donna kissed her lips, "you don't have to make any apologies to me."
"I just... you're different, Donna. You're different from everyone else I've ever known and I want to treat you right."
"You're off to a great start," Donna wrapped her arms around Miranda's neck and pulled her closer. "Have you ever heard the expression que sera, sera?"
"Of course."
"Well, whatever happens is meant to happen."
Miranda scoffed a little.
"I didn't used to believe that but I've been thinking about it more and more over my years in Greece. I can curse the fact that I got pregnant and that all three of the men in my life left me. But because those things happened I have my wonderful daughter, I have my hotel, things I couldn't have had if things hadn't gone wrong first. Things happen the way they happen for a reason." Donna said very definitively. "I really believe that."
"Well," Miranda said, thinking about what Donna said. "I suppose."
"You have to think about it for a bit and then it'll feel like an epiphany."
Miranda let out a soft throaty giggle, "I'll take your word for it."
"You'd better," Donna flipped Miranda over and covered her body with her own and kissed her. Miranda wrapped her arms around her and returned the kisses.
Tonya woke up when Rosie flopped down onto the bed. Rosie scowled and pushed her sleep mask up. "Whaaaaat?"
"We are minus one Donna again this morning." Rosie grinned.
"No kidding?" Tonya looked around. "I think this time we can assume where she is, don't you?"
"Think she got lucky?"
"With a man or with Miranda Priestly?"
Rosie shrugged, "does it matter?"
"Does Donna sleep with women? Does Miranda Priestly?"
"Well, I hadn't heard anything either way. And Donna? Anything can happen, right? They really clicked, they've been inseparable."
"Maybe." Tonya shrugged. "Did you have to wake me up for this? What time is it?"
"Oh quit your belly aching, it's almost 11 and I'm bored." Rosie sat back.
"Want to go shopping today?" Tonya grinned.
"Duh!"
Tonya hooted and shoved the covers back, hauling herself out of bed and heading for the bathroom, "give me 20 minutes."
The door opened and Donna came into the room.
"Donna!" Rosie grinned, "I want details."
"Rosie," Donna blushed.
"You can't fool me with your wrinkled clothes."
"You got a little somethin' somethin,' you shady lady!" Tonya couldn't stop from grinning at her best friend. "Good for you, you really needed to get laid."
Donna blushed even harder, "I didn't get... laid."
"There's nothing wrong with vacation sex as long as you're safe."
"Really, we didn't have sex, we just made out and cuddled."
"Lame!" Tonya smirked playfully.
"Oh shut up." Rosie hushed Tonya, "not everything's about sex. Maybe Donna and Miranda Priestly have something more special than sex."
"What's more special than sex?" Tonya curled her lip.
Rosie gave Tonya a playful push and she fell over the bed backwards, she got up, giving Rosie a little glare.
"I feel bad that we took this vacation together and I'm spending all my time with Miranda."
"Hey, que sera sera, right?" Tonya smiled, "we're always going to be your Dynamos and you don't have to worry about us. We're going to go shopping today. We're going to have an absolutely horrible time without you, of course, but we'll try not to break down weeping or anything."
Miranda had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling her short silver hair when her cell phone rang.
Cassidy
"Hello Bob," Miranda answered the phone with a smile. "How's London?"
"Well, dad took a right turn right into on-coming traffic and swerved back into the left lane."
"Are you alright?" Miranda panicked.
"Yeah, yeah, we're alright, he just sideswiped a tree." Cassidy said flippantly.
"You tell him that if anything happens to so much as a hair on either of your heads he'll regret it to his dying day, which may not be very long from now."
"I think he feels the sentiment." Cassidy laughed.
"Any other death defying stunts since last we talked?"
"Just a visit to grandmas." Cassidy grinned, "she has those four little corgis and that was kind of death defying. She says hello and she wanted me to bring you a pie but I told her it wouldn't be allowed on the airplane, so I saved you from a grandmother pie."
"You're an angel."
"You sound cheery."
"Do I?"
"Yeah, after you stopped threatening Dad with death there was a spike in cheeriness. I do realize that plotting dad's demise does give you a bit of a lift but it was different." Cassidy giggled.
"Well, I'm soaking up all the western sunshine, who wouldn't be cheerier?"
"I love you mom."
"I love you too, Bob." Miranda smiled.
"I have to go, the tow truck is here and dad's beckoning. Caroline said she'd call you later."
"Okay, give her my love too."
"And the death thing to dad, right?"
"Right." Miranda laughed.
Cassidy hung up, smiling, it was nice to hear her mother's laugh.
Miranda dug out her black Prada dress and slipped into it, choosing her shoes and her jewelry accordingly. She picked up the phone and called the extension in Donna's room.
"Will you join me for dinner?"