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Letters to the Editor (5/?)-
A DWP/MM Crossover
Author Coco // 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.
Miranda and Donna were both early risers but it turned out that Miranda was an even earlier riser. She put on her robe and went out to sit on her balcony.
She turned her Blackberry around in her hand a few times before waking it up and pulling up the internet and googling Donna.
The website for Villa Donna came up second and the first thing that came up was an article about Donna and the Dynamos, complete with pictures of the three of them in brightly colored spandex. Miranda saved all the pictures of Donna.
Miranda felt melancholic after looking at the pictures when she felt a pang of sadness. The vacation was over in three days and then what?
They each had an island to return to. Running the risk of a very cliché metaphor, Miranda thought, she felt very much like an island. She felt as though she were floating alone and miserable, people came to visit sometimes but nobody actually stayed. The rocky surface was not conducive to building a house.
Donna was so pure and warm. Miranda had a hard time reconciling the fact that Donna liked her, she didn't know what Donna saw in her. That wasn't to say that Miranda didn't think she had anything to offer, she just felt that Donna was giving her too much credit. She felt that Donna didn't realize who Miranda was and what she was capable of.
When she was with Lucas, Oliver and Stephen she felt that it was okay that she worked a lot, was busy a lot and was a little detached. She expected to get as good as she gave.
But she was afraid. She was afraid that Donna expected more from her. She was afraid of disappointing her.
The wind kicked up a bit and Miranda felt the mist of rain on her face and she scowled. She tucked the Blackberry protectively into the robe and went back inside.
She put the Blackberry back in her suitcase, slipped out of her robe and slid back into bed with Donna. Donna stirred, smiled and stretched.
"So," Miranda grinned, "do you like ABBA?"
"Noo..." Donna laughed and buried her face in Miranda's stomach, "how did you even know about that?"
"I have my sources." Miranda ran her fingers through Donna's hair, smiling, "and by sources I mean I have internet access."
"You're bad." Donna grinned, straddling Miranda's waist and holding her hands above her head playfully. Donna watched Miranda's smiling eyes for a few moments. She sighed softly, "I could really just look into your eyes forever."
"Flatterer." Miranda grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down to her.
"Sophie," Skye grinned as he found her in Donna's bedroom, sweeping up. "There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I'm cleaning. It's on Mom's agenda." Sophie persisted, "8 in the morning, on the dot, clean the rooms."
"It's just a loose guideline, Soph."
"It's not. If it was a guideline she wouldn't have highlighted it."
"She won't even know," he grabbed Sophie by the waist and pulled her close, "what do you say we forget the cleaning for a bit? Hmm,"
"I just feel like she'll know..."
"That's ridiculous. She's half the world away," he spun her around and lowered her onto Donna's bed.
"You're right," Sophie grinned, leaning in and kissing him and shifting his hands down to her ass.
The phone rang.
Sophie's head snapped up and her eyes widened.
"It's a coincidence." Skye laughed uneasily, "I'll bet you anything it's not your mother."
The phone rang again.
Sophie reached over and answered it, "hello?"
"Hello sweetheart!"
Sophie gulped, "mom!"
Skye paled. He got up off the bed, gave a curt little wave and booked it out of the room.
"How's your vacation? How're Auntie Rosie and Auntie Tonya? Did you win anything at the tables?"
"Great, good and hell yes."
"Mom, that's great." Sophie smiled hugely, "how much did you win?"
"I actually called because I wanted to tell you," Donna could scarcely control her excitement, "I met someone, Sophie, someone wonderful. I'm falling so hard."
"Did you tell Auntie Rosie and Auntie Tonya?"
"I haven't told them that I'm having real feelings for her because they think I'm thinking with my libido and not my heart."
"Did you say her?"
"Yes," Donna said after pausing for a moment.
"That's new." Sophie nodded, taking it in. "But go on."
Friday morning Miranda was perusing the gift shop. She wanted to give something to Donna but everything seemed rather trite. She finally found a vase of single red roses and she pulled one out.
She stepped out of the gift shop and ran into Donna, Tonya and Rosie. Donna and Miranda exchanged shy smiles and glances.
Tonya and Rosie smiled knowingly and slipped away into the gift shop.
"I bought this for you," Miranda held it out to Donna.
"You're very sweet," Donna smiled adoringly at Miranda, her blue eyes almost sparkling in the casino lights.
Miranda gingerly ran her fingers along Donna's forearm. Her voice was soft, "I like you a lot, Donna, I really do."
"My plane leaves this evening." Donna whispered and she tried to hold back her emotion. "I guess we should talk about what happens next."
"Yes." Miranda nodded. "I guess we should."
"I love my little island and I don't really see leaving it." Donna admitted, "and I can't imagine that you could give up New York."
Miranda forced a small smile, "it's where I belong."
Donna ran her hands up Miranda's arms and pulled her close in a hug. Miranda wrapped her arms around Donna, one hand cupping the back of the head. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her ear.
Donna took in a shaky breath.
Miranda pulled back and looked at Donna, "you are so beautiful."
"Don't, you're going to make me cry." Donna wiped at her eyes.
"I don't care." Miranda said stubbornly, "I have things to say and I'm going to say them." Miranda leaned her forehead against Donna's.
"Okay." Donna consented.
"I didn't want to hurt you but I ended up hurting myself."
"You don't think I hurt?" A few tears streamed down Donna's cheek. "I should be used to it, I realize, week long romances, but I guess I'm not. I'm going to miss you like crazy."
"I'm going to miss you too." Miranda whispered, fearing her own onset of tears. Miranda softly pressed her lips to Donna's and repeated the gesture a few more times, "I'm going to miss you so much."
Donna clung to her and kissed her again.
"I'm not good at goodbye." Miranda kissed her again and extracted herself from Donna's hold. "So I'm going to go."
Donna silently watched Miranda walk down the hallway.
Tonya and Rosie came out of the gift shop laughing at the gossip they were reading in People when they noticed Donna's state. "Oh, baby." Tonya frowned sympathetically and drew Donna in for a hug. "It'll be okay."
Miranda spent the rest of her afternoon brooding. She attempted to busy herself with her work to keep her mind off of Donna but to no avail.
Miranda felt haunted by each second that ticked by.
Finally, she looked at her laptop and hurriedly pulled up flight times for Las Vegas to Greece. She called the front desk to see if they'd checked out yet and determined that she had just enough time to catch them.
Miranda hailed a cab and pointed it in the direction of the airport. The airport was mobbed, of course, and when she made it through customs to get to the passengers she heard the last call for boarding announcement.
She rushed forward and was stopped by the attendant, "ma'am, can I see your ticket."
"I don't have a ticket, I'm not flying today. I just need to see someone on the plane." Miranda explained.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, the plane is taking off now."
Miranda looked out the window at the plane despondently. She sat down on the bench and stayed there watching as the plane barreled down the runway.
Miranda felt her eyes well up as the plane started to lift off. "Back to your island," Miranda whispered, "and back to mine."
A DWP/MM Crossover
Author Coco // 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.
Miranda and Donna were both early risers but it turned out that Miranda was an even earlier riser. She put on her robe and went out to sit on her balcony.
She turned her Blackberry around in her hand a few times before waking it up and pulling up the internet and googling Donna.
The website for Villa Donna came up second and the first thing that came up was an article about Donna and the Dynamos, complete with pictures of the three of them in brightly colored spandex. Miranda saved all the pictures of Donna.
Miranda felt melancholic after looking at the pictures when she felt a pang of sadness. The vacation was over in three days and then what?
They each had an island to return to. Running the risk of a very cliché metaphor, Miranda thought, she felt very much like an island. She felt as though she were floating alone and miserable, people came to visit sometimes but nobody actually stayed. The rocky surface was not conducive to building a house.
Donna was so pure and warm. Miranda had a hard time reconciling the fact that Donna liked her, she didn't know what Donna saw in her. That wasn't to say that Miranda didn't think she had anything to offer, she just felt that Donna was giving her too much credit. She felt that Donna didn't realize who Miranda was and what she was capable of.
When she was with Lucas, Oliver and Stephen she felt that it was okay that she worked a lot, was busy a lot and was a little detached. She expected to get as good as she gave.
But she was afraid. She was afraid that Donna expected more from her. She was afraid of disappointing her.
The wind kicked up a bit and Miranda felt the mist of rain on her face and she scowled. She tucked the Blackberry protectively into the robe and went back inside.
She put the Blackberry back in her suitcase, slipped out of her robe and slid back into bed with Donna. Donna stirred, smiled and stretched.
"So," Miranda grinned, "do you like ABBA?"
"Noo..." Donna laughed and buried her face in Miranda's stomach, "how did you even know about that?"
"I have my sources." Miranda ran her fingers through Donna's hair, smiling, "and by sources I mean I have internet access."
"You're bad." Donna grinned, straddling Miranda's waist and holding her hands above her head playfully. Donna watched Miranda's smiling eyes for a few moments. She sighed softly, "I could really just look into your eyes forever."
"Flatterer." Miranda grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down to her.
"Sophie," Skye grinned as he found her in Donna's bedroom, sweeping up. "There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I'm cleaning. It's on Mom's agenda." Sophie persisted, "8 in the morning, on the dot, clean the rooms."
"It's just a loose guideline, Soph."
"It's not. If it was a guideline she wouldn't have highlighted it."
"She won't even know," he grabbed Sophie by the waist and pulled her close, "what do you say we forget the cleaning for a bit? Hmm,"
"I just feel like she'll know..."
"That's ridiculous. She's half the world away," he spun her around and lowered her onto Donna's bed.
"You're right," Sophie grinned, leaning in and kissing him and shifting his hands down to her ass.
The phone rang.
Sophie's head snapped up and her eyes widened.
"It's a coincidence." Skye laughed uneasily, "I'll bet you anything it's not your mother."
The phone rang again.
Sophie reached over and answered it, "hello?"
"Hello sweetheart!"
Sophie gulped, "mom!"
Skye paled. He got up off the bed, gave a curt little wave and booked it out of the room.
"How's your vacation? How're Auntie Rosie and Auntie Tonya? Did you win anything at the tables?"
"Great, good and hell yes."
"Mom, that's great." Sophie smiled hugely, "how much did you win?"
"I actually called because I wanted to tell you," Donna could scarcely control her excitement, "I met someone, Sophie, someone wonderful. I'm falling so hard."
"Did you tell Auntie Rosie and Auntie Tonya?"
"I haven't told them that I'm having real feelings for her because they think I'm thinking with my libido and not my heart."
"Did you say her?"
"Yes," Donna said after pausing for a moment.
"That's new." Sophie nodded, taking it in. "But go on."
Friday morning Miranda was perusing the gift shop. She wanted to give something to Donna but everything seemed rather trite. She finally found a vase of single red roses and she pulled one out.
She stepped out of the gift shop and ran into Donna, Tonya and Rosie. Donna and Miranda exchanged shy smiles and glances.
Tonya and Rosie smiled knowingly and slipped away into the gift shop.
"I bought this for you," Miranda held it out to Donna.
"You're very sweet," Donna smiled adoringly at Miranda, her blue eyes almost sparkling in the casino lights.
Miranda gingerly ran her fingers along Donna's forearm. Her voice was soft, "I like you a lot, Donna, I really do."
"My plane leaves this evening." Donna whispered and she tried to hold back her emotion. "I guess we should talk about what happens next."
"Yes." Miranda nodded. "I guess we should."
"I love my little island and I don't really see leaving it." Donna admitted, "and I can't imagine that you could give up New York."
Miranda forced a small smile, "it's where I belong."
Donna ran her hands up Miranda's arms and pulled her close in a hug. Miranda wrapped her arms around Donna, one hand cupping the back of the head. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her ear.
Donna took in a shaky breath.
Miranda pulled back and looked at Donna, "you are so beautiful."
"Don't, you're going to make me cry." Donna wiped at her eyes.
"I don't care." Miranda said stubbornly, "I have things to say and I'm going to say them." Miranda leaned her forehead against Donna's.
"Okay." Donna consented.
"I didn't want to hurt you but I ended up hurting myself."
"You don't think I hurt?" A few tears streamed down Donna's cheek. "I should be used to it, I realize, week long romances, but I guess I'm not. I'm going to miss you like crazy."
"I'm going to miss you too." Miranda whispered, fearing her own onset of tears. Miranda softly pressed her lips to Donna's and repeated the gesture a few more times, "I'm going to miss you so much."
Donna clung to her and kissed her again.
"I'm not good at goodbye." Miranda kissed her again and extracted herself from Donna's hold. "So I'm going to go."
Donna silently watched Miranda walk down the hallway.
Tonya and Rosie came out of the gift shop laughing at the gossip they were reading in People when they noticed Donna's state. "Oh, baby." Tonya frowned sympathetically and drew Donna in for a hug. "It'll be okay."
Miranda spent the rest of her afternoon brooding. She attempted to busy herself with her work to keep her mind off of Donna but to no avail.
Miranda felt haunted by each second that ticked by.
Finally, she looked at her laptop and hurriedly pulled up flight times for Las Vegas to Greece. She called the front desk to see if they'd checked out yet and determined that she had just enough time to catch them.
Miranda hailed a cab and pointed it in the direction of the airport. The airport was mobbed, of course, and when she made it through customs to get to the passengers she heard the last call for boarding announcement.
She rushed forward and was stopped by the attendant, "ma'am, can I see your ticket."
"I don't have a ticket, I'm not flying today. I just need to see someone on the plane." Miranda explained.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, the plane is taking off now."
Miranda looked out the window at the plane despondently. She sat down on the bench and stayed there watching as the plane barreled down the runway.
Miranda felt her eyes well up as the plane started to lift off. "Back to your island," Miranda whispered, "and back to mine."