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Letters to the Editor (15/?)-
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, to whom I now owe my first born child for being so awesome and helpful! Also, ragelikeafire who helped out in a big way!
Miranda's eyes fluttered open. For a minute or two she didn't know where she was. Donna's hold on her waist tightened when Miranda moved.
Sand. They'd fallen asleep on the beach.
The waves crashed as they looked on.
Donna laughed, wiping her eyes. She felt better. "You really hate my blue dress?"
"Darling, I hate it like burning." Miranda laughed, wiping at her eyes, "it's cotton and it's an unflattering shape and the color... it's such a bad shade for you. And... I love you even more for wearing it. Your lack of fashion sense is one of the most endearing things about you."
"You're too much," Donna grinned, "you're... you defy words."
"In a good way, I hope."
"I'll show you," Donna whispered, slipping her arms around Miranda and pulling her to her and kissing her, softly at first and then harder as Miranda returned the kisses.
Miranda buried her fingers into Donna's hair and put her legs down, Donna straddled her hips.
Miranda turned over in Donna's arms and held her to her body. Miranda kissed her jawline and then up to her temple.
Donna mmmed softly, digging her fingernails into Miranda's jacket.
Miranda's hands reached down and cupped Donna's ass, lifting her up and rising her hips to grind against her.
Donna's temperature was already rising. Nevermind that there was a chill in the air because her blood was hot and coursing through her veins. She moaned into Miranda's mouth as one of Miranda's hands worked furiously to unbutton and push her pants down.
Donna sat up on her knees and pushed her jeans down her hips, desperate for Miranda to touch her. Desperate for Miranda to feel how much she needed her.
Donna's head lolled back and Miranda's teeth raked over Donna's throat and Donna bucked her hips.
Miranda latched onto the soft skin of Donna's neck where it met her shoulder. Donna moaned. "What do you want?" Miranda purred, her voice low and dripping with lust.
Donna's chest heaved, she grabbed Miranda's hand and pushed it down into her underwear. "I want you to fuck me." She ground out.
"I always thought it was only men who fell asleep after sex," Miranda murmured into Donna's ear.
Donna grinned against her neck, "maybe we're just old."
Miranda laughed and hid her face in Donna's soft blonde curls. "Maybe." Miranda nipped at Donna's neck, "I don't think I mind getting old as long as we can keep having sex like that."
"No arguments from me," Donna pulled Miranda in for a kiss.
Miranda wasted no time. The feel of Donna's desire, her blue eyes dark with desire, her pupils dilated in the dim light. Miranda pushed three fingers into Donna.
Donna cried out but quickly bit her lip to stifle the sound, lest they be overheard.
Miranda seemed far less concerned about the noise they were making as she used one arm around Donna's waist to help steady her as she pushed her fingers harder and deeper into Donna.
Donna thought she was going to explode, she wanted to scream. It felt so good, so intoxicating, so primal. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
Miranda buried her face against Donna's chest. She used her hips to help drive her fingers, she grunted and bucked and moaned. Donna writhed and hissed and moaned. She rose up and pushed down, using the stone wall behind Miranda as a means to steady herself.
"How long did we sleep?" Donna asked running her hand through Miranda's hair, pushing it over her face, making her smile.
Miranda shook her head, her hair more or less falling back into place. "I don't know," she whispered, tracing Donna's collarbone. "We should probably head back. If the girls beat us back... or already have... they might worry."
Donna nodded in agreement. She put a hand on the damp sand and pushed herself up with a groan. "Old. Definitely old."
She stood and held out a hand to Miranda who accepted it and got to her feet, using the wall to steady herself.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Donna's fingers dug into the wall to the point of being painful. Her orgasm building, "ohhh, ohhhhh..."
Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing coming in shallow gasps and moans. "Miranda... ohhhh Miranda..."
Miranda let go of her back and pulled her shirt front down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud, feeling herself throbbing with lust, the wetness between her legs pooling in the most delicious, hot, sensation. "Donna!" She gasped.
Donna's body contracted and she let out a long low moan as all her muscles clenched and released. Her head swam, her body felt light and heavy, her eyes lolled back into her head. She moaned. God, she moaned...
Miranda held her tightly, now slowly pushing and pressing against her most sensitive spot. Donna's body writhed against Miranda until she came again.
At that point Donna collapsed into Miranda's arms and they fell back onto the sand. Their chests heaved and their hearts raced. They clung to each other desperately.
Miranda reached down and pulled Donna's pants up, squeezing her lovingly and turning them so that they each laid on their side.
Donna was soothed and calmed listening to Miranda's breathing. She brought her hand up to rest on Miranda's heart. She felt Miranda smile against her forehead. Miranda brought her hand up to press Donna's harder against her beating heart.
"It's for you." She whispered breathlessly.
Miranda and Donna walked in silence. Within minutes they could see the inn. Miranda watched it as it got bigger as they approached it. She smiled.
Donna looked up at her and couldn't resist smiling back. "What?"
"I'm really glad that... that we talked about what we talked about." Miranda admitted. "I will never tell you that you're incompetent and I most certainly will never tell you that I'm sorry that I met you. But I do promise to always speak my mind."
"And I promise you the same thing."
"I also realized something."
"What's that?"
"Arguments are important. I always thought that arguments were the reasons that relationships failed and I never really thought that agreeing could be so equally damaging. But it really can. I love you and because I love you, I promise to disagree with you, I promise to argue with you and I promise to offend you."
Donna laughed, "I promise to always take you with a grain of salt. I promise not to get caught up in the moment too much. I promise to always make you work for it, I promise to test your patience. I promise to argue with you when you're wrong and I promise to constantly remind you why I'm different from everyone else you know."
"You have to promise me one other thing."
"What's that?"
"That we can always have such good make up sex."
Donna pretended to pause and consider. "Oh alright."
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, to whom I now owe my first born child for being so awesome and helpful! Also, ragelikeafire who helped out in a big way!
Miranda's eyes fluttered open. For a minute or two she didn't know where she was. Donna's hold on her waist tightened when Miranda moved.
Sand. They'd fallen asleep on the beach.
The waves crashed as they looked on.
Donna laughed, wiping her eyes. She felt better. "You really hate my blue dress?"
"Darling, I hate it like burning." Miranda laughed, wiping at her eyes, "it's cotton and it's an unflattering shape and the color... it's such a bad shade for you. And... I love you even more for wearing it. Your lack of fashion sense is one of the most endearing things about you."
"You're too much," Donna grinned, "you're... you defy words."
"In a good way, I hope."
"I'll show you," Donna whispered, slipping her arms around Miranda and pulling her to her and kissing her, softly at first and then harder as Miranda returned the kisses.
Miranda buried her fingers into Donna's hair and put her legs down, Donna straddled her hips.
Miranda turned over in Donna's arms and held her to her body. Miranda kissed her jawline and then up to her temple.
Donna mmmed softly, digging her fingernails into Miranda's jacket.
Miranda's hands reached down and cupped Donna's ass, lifting her up and rising her hips to grind against her.
Donna's temperature was already rising. Nevermind that there was a chill in the air because her blood was hot and coursing through her veins. She moaned into Miranda's mouth as one of Miranda's hands worked furiously to unbutton and push her pants down.
Donna sat up on her knees and pushed her jeans down her hips, desperate for Miranda to touch her. Desperate for Miranda to feel how much she needed her.
Donna's head lolled back and Miranda's teeth raked over Donna's throat and Donna bucked her hips.
Miranda latched onto the soft skin of Donna's neck where it met her shoulder. Donna moaned. "What do you want?" Miranda purred, her voice low and dripping with lust.
Donna's chest heaved, she grabbed Miranda's hand and pushed it down into her underwear. "I want you to fuck me." She ground out.
"I always thought it was only men who fell asleep after sex," Miranda murmured into Donna's ear.
Donna grinned against her neck, "maybe we're just old."
Miranda laughed and hid her face in Donna's soft blonde curls. "Maybe." Miranda nipped at Donna's neck, "I don't think I mind getting old as long as we can keep having sex like that."
"No arguments from me," Donna pulled Miranda in for a kiss.
Miranda wasted no time. The feel of Donna's desire, her blue eyes dark with desire, her pupils dilated in the dim light. Miranda pushed three fingers into Donna.
Donna cried out but quickly bit her lip to stifle the sound, lest they be overheard.
Miranda seemed far less concerned about the noise they were making as she used one arm around Donna's waist to help steady her as she pushed her fingers harder and deeper into Donna.
Donna thought she was going to explode, she wanted to scream. It felt so good, so intoxicating, so primal. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
Miranda buried her face against Donna's chest. She used her hips to help drive her fingers, she grunted and bucked and moaned. Donna writhed and hissed and moaned. She rose up and pushed down, using the stone wall behind Miranda as a means to steady herself.
"How long did we sleep?" Donna asked running her hand through Miranda's hair, pushing it over her face, making her smile.
Miranda shook her head, her hair more or less falling back into place. "I don't know," she whispered, tracing Donna's collarbone. "We should probably head back. If the girls beat us back... or already have... they might worry."
Donna nodded in agreement. She put a hand on the damp sand and pushed herself up with a groan. "Old. Definitely old."
She stood and held out a hand to Miranda who accepted it and got to her feet, using the wall to steady herself.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Donna's fingers dug into the wall to the point of being painful. Her orgasm building, "ohhh, ohhhhh..."
Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing coming in shallow gasps and moans. "Miranda... ohhhh Miranda..."
Miranda let go of her back and pulled her shirt front down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud, feeling herself throbbing with lust, the wetness between her legs pooling in the most delicious, hot, sensation. "Donna!" She gasped.
Donna's body contracted and she let out a long low moan as all her muscles clenched and released. Her head swam, her body felt light and heavy, her eyes lolled back into her head. She moaned. God, she moaned...
Miranda held her tightly, now slowly pushing and pressing against her most sensitive spot. Donna's body writhed against Miranda until she came again.
At that point Donna collapsed into Miranda's arms and they fell back onto the sand. Their chests heaved and their hearts raced. They clung to each other desperately.
Miranda reached down and pulled Donna's pants up, squeezing her lovingly and turning them so that they each laid on their side.
Donna was soothed and calmed listening to Miranda's breathing. She brought her hand up to rest on Miranda's heart. She felt Miranda smile against her forehead. Miranda brought her hand up to press Donna's harder against her beating heart.
"It's for you." She whispered breathlessly.
Miranda and Donna walked in silence. Within minutes they could see the inn. Miranda watched it as it got bigger as they approached it. She smiled.
Donna looked up at her and couldn't resist smiling back. "What?"
"I'm really glad that... that we talked about what we talked about." Miranda admitted. "I will never tell you that you're incompetent and I most certainly will never tell you that I'm sorry that I met you. But I do promise to always speak my mind."
"And I promise you the same thing."
"I also realized something."
"What's that?"
"Arguments are important. I always thought that arguments were the reasons that relationships failed and I never really thought that agreeing could be so equally damaging. But it really can. I love you and because I love you, I promise to disagree with you, I promise to argue with you and I promise to offend you."
Donna laughed, "I promise to always take you with a grain of salt. I promise not to get caught up in the moment too much. I promise to always make you work for it, I promise to test your patience. I promise to argue with you when you're wrong and I promise to constantly remind you why I'm different from everyone else you know."
"You have to promise me one other thing."
"What's that?"
"That we can always have such good make up sex."
Donna pretended to pause and consider. "Oh alright."