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Letters to the Editor (16/19)-
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 had never spent a vacation in as many states of undress (barring Germany '89 but that was another story entirely). Sophie had commandeered the twins, taking it upon herself to ensure they enjoyed themselves, much like a big sister. The absence of their daughters allowed Donna and Miranda to spend almost all of their time exclusively with each other.
Miranda lay on her stomach with her eyes closed. Donna reached into a basket and pulled out another hot stone, she laid it between Miranda's shoulder blades.
Miranda let out a soft moan, "Donna... I am re-officially the luckiest person on the planet. How did you learn hot stone massage?"
"Well, people have been doing it for a very long time. When I was young and I first moved here I got a job as a live-in nurse to an older woman. She swore by hot stone massage." Donna placed two more hot stones on Miranda's shoulder blades.
"Well, god bless her." Miranda murmured into the bed.
Donna smiled. "I was thinking that I should come visit you in New York sometime."
"Well..." Miranda started, too relaxed to muster the vehement protests she wanted to assert. The first two things that flashed into her mind were running into Lucas and running into Irv. Images of catastrophe and life ruining events reeled past her mind's eye. Oy vey. "I don't think that's a great idea."
Miranda could see it now! "Oh, Miranda, who is this?" Irv would extend a hand, his lips curling into a grin, he'd undoubtedly try to flirt with her. Miranda would feel sorry for his wife if she wasn't an even more self-important bitch than Miranda, herself.
Donna would smile her winning smile that Miranda loved and then she'd say it. She'd just say it, she'd accept his hand politely, because was wonderful like that, and say, "I'm Donna. I'm sleeping with Miranda."
Alright, so she probably wouldn't say it just like that. She'd say it with much more tact, yes, but she'd say it. She wouldn't understand that Miranda simply could not afford to have lesbian on her permanent record.
And Lucas! Lucas, for Christ's sake. If she talked to him he'd be in court revoking her custody in a New York Minute.
The absolutely unthinkable, the disaster of disasters, would be Donna stopping by Runway and seeing Miranda in true form. It was one thing for Donna to say she'd heard about her reputation and it was another thing entirely to see it.
How could Miranda really expect anyone to love her after seeing her abuse and berate her employees. She hated herself, she couldn't even fathom spending her life with someone like her. How could she expect Donna to love that woman if she couldn't even defend her attitude to herself.
Donna was silent for a few moments. "Miranda," she said with firmness. The statement wasn't a question but it wasn't completely rhetorical.
"I feel a little vulnerable like this." Miranda admitted, craning her neck to see Donna's face, trying hard not to disturb the stones.
"How apropos. I feel pretty vulnerable too." Donna folded her arms across her chest. "Why is it a bad idea?"
Miranda had to pause. "Why is it a bad idea..." She repeated slowly.
Donna stood there waiting. She wasn't going to make this easier for Miranda.
"Just that should you leave the inn for that long? Once I get you into my townhouse I'm not going to want to let you leave."
Donna narrowed her eyes at Miranda. She knew that wasn't what Miranda was thinking, she knew that was a cover up. She recognized that the look in her eyes was insecurity and not blatant deception.
She'd let it slide. For now.
"Of course I can, I'm the boss." Donna smiled, she was prepared to shoot down any objection. Bring it on, she thought, let's get to the root of this.
Miranda sighed, "I'm just worried you'll be disappointed in me." She confessed, "I'm afraid I'll spend too much time at the office and you won't want to stay."
There was the truth. Donna smiled reassuringly and kissed Miranda's temple, "oh Mira, I understand that you have a demanding job." Donna ran her fingers through Miranda's hair, "New York City is a place that I've always wanted to go. I wouldn't run out of things to look at even if I'm there for years and you ignore me for two thirds of the time." Donna laughed.
Miranda laughed, too, despite herself. She wiped at her wet eyes. "Promise me you'll always put up with my bullshit."
"Always, beautiful." She kissed her temple. "Always."
"We don't want to go." Cassidy pouted as she and Caroline clung to Sophie.
Sophie held them both in an impossibly tight hug. "I'm sure you can come and visit again. Or maybe I'll visit you in New York someday."
Donna and Miranda leaned their heads against each other and kept their eyes closed. "I've always been bad at goodbye." Miranda whispered.
"I noticed." Donna smiled, playfully. "But this isn't goodbye, I'll see you again really soon and I'll talk to you all the time."
"September." Miranda opened her eyes and lifted her head. Donna looked up and looked into Miranda's eyes. "Come spend September with me in New York?"
Donna smiled hugely and nodded, "yes, I think that sounds great."
"Andrea?" Miranda sighed into the phone, "I know it's late and it's a Saturday night but would you come over and have dinner with me?"
"Yeah, I'll catch the subway, what time is it?"
"I," Miranda paused, "I already sent Roy, he'll be there soon."
Andy laughed, "I'll see you soon."
Miranda opened a bottle of her favorite red wine and served steak. "I just spent a month surrounded by people and it's pure torture to come home and not have Donna and Sophie and Skye but also to have to send the girls to their father's." Miranda shook her head and sipped the wine, "I obviously miss my girls when they're not around but I used to revel in my alone time."
Andy sipped her wine, not as big a fan of it as Miranda, but still able to appreciate a good vintage, a skill learned from Nate. Andy nodded, "after my boyfriend moved out-"
"I'm sorry your boyfriend moved out." Miranda interrupted.
Andy laughed a little, "he was jealous of you actually."
Miranda quirked an eyebrow at Andy, "come again?"
"No, I'm serious. He said to me once that the person who's calls I always took, that was the relationship I was in." Miranda didn't look like she was going to fly off the handle so she continued. "And there was really a lot of truth in it. Can I confess something?"
"Of course."
"I was a little bit in love with you. It took me a while to really quantify it, I feel silly because I always thought I was really self-aware. I credit you for really shaking me up and making me think differently about myself." Andy smiled, "and don't go getting a big head about it."
Mirand smiled smugly, "well, traditionally in Paris I get rather drunk and I have ended up in bed with quite a few surprising people."
"Did you sleep with Emily?" Andy bit her lip on a grin.
"No, I didn't, actually. Almost, but not quite." Miranda refilled their wine glasses. "I did sleep with Jaqueline though."
"I thought so." Andy laughed, "the way you two glared at each other I knew there was a story there. At first I thought that maybe you'd had a fight over a man but then I thought about the way her eyes fluttered shut and a very small smile came across her face when you kissed each other's cheeks. Then I got it."
"I would have slept with you in Paris." Miranda admitted, her cheeks were colored by the wine.
"I like the way things worked out between us though. I would have given my right arm to sleep with you but I'm really glad that we can be friends now, instead. You are so obviously in love with Donna and I love that I've been able to be a part of that."
Miranda poured the last of the wine into Andy's glass. "I'm glad that you made me get over myself a little. I think if you hadn't I couldn't have been able to have what I have with Donna."
Andy laughed, "my pleasure, Miranda." Andy lifted her glass only to remember that it was empty.
"I have scotch." Miranda announced, standing and wobbling a little.
"Mom, come see the pictures from the trip!" Cassidy yelled down the hall.
"I'm only two doors down, darling," Miranda emerged from her study, "there is no reason to yell."
Miranda entered Caroline's room where the twins sat hunched over Caroline's computer with the digital camera. After going through the pictures once Miranda was helping the girls decide which ones to print.
Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. "It's Donna, I'm going to take it in the study."
"Goodnight, mom." The girls bid her goodnight.
"Hey beautiful." She closed the door behind her. "The girls were just showing me the pictures they took."
"Just now?"
"Yeah, well they've been with their father since they got back." Miranda settled into her comfortable chair, "I was lucky to be able to have them for the month. Lucas and I have joint custody, so I get every other week."
"That must be really hard. I couldn't imagine doing that." Donna thought about Sophie and how close they'd been able to be because it was always just the two of them.
"It is hard, but that's what happens when a marriage fails." Miranda shrugged, "of all of my husbands to be stuck with forever I think I'm glad it was Lucas."
Donna laughed.
Miranda breezed into the office with her usual flare and poise. She threw her wrap and purse at Tia and retreated into her office.
Emily stood up from her desk and deposited the steaming hot cup of coffee onto Miranda's desk. Miranda picked it up and sipped it.
Emily wrang her hands nervously. It was against her better judgement and Nigel's explicit urgings that she started the conversation, but once she'd started she could hardly stop.
"Thank you." She blurted out.
Miranda furrowed her brow and looked at her assistant with confusion. "What's gotten into you?"
"Did you have a good vacation?"
"Are you drunk?" Miranda leaned back in the chair, taking in Emily's tense expression. "You asked me that last week when I came back."
"Did Donna have a nice vacation?"
This made Miranda stop. She stared at Emily. "What?"
"I just." Emily shrugged and scuffed her foot a little, "I'm just glad you're happy. I wanted to tell you."
Emily turned and left the office, leaving Miranda speechless and slackjawed; a very very rare sight, indeed.
That night Miranda was working late on the layout. She'd been happy to leave work for a month but was more than happy to be back at it. The girls were at one of their friends' birthday party/slumber party so she didn't have to worry about getting home.
Emily had just worked her magic and accomplished the impossible. She'd set up three photoshoots to Miranda's specifications exactly. It was times like this that she truly did love her job. She did her job perfectly so Miranda's could go more smoothly. That was thanks enough.
Tonight, it was just them. Miranda stood up from her desk and went to stand in front of Emily's desk.
Emily smiled triumphantly up at her boss, "all three photoshoots are ready to go for tomorrow."
"Donna's coming to stay with me in September." Miranda said, "I want to do something special for her and I need you to help me make it happen."
Emily smiled proudly, "anything, Miranda."
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 had never spent a vacation in as many states of undress (barring Germany '89 but that was another story entirely). Sophie had commandeered the twins, taking it upon herself to ensure they enjoyed themselves, much like a big sister. The absence of their daughters allowed Donna and Miranda to spend almost all of their time exclusively with each other.
Miranda lay on her stomach with her eyes closed. Donna reached into a basket and pulled out another hot stone, she laid it between Miranda's shoulder blades.
Miranda let out a soft moan, "Donna... I am re-officially the luckiest person on the planet. How did you learn hot stone massage?"
"Well, people have been doing it for a very long time. When I was young and I first moved here I got a job as a live-in nurse to an older woman. She swore by hot stone massage." Donna placed two more hot stones on Miranda's shoulder blades.
"Well, god bless her." Miranda murmured into the bed.
Donna smiled. "I was thinking that I should come visit you in New York sometime."
"Well..." Miranda started, too relaxed to muster the vehement protests she wanted to assert. The first two things that flashed into her mind were running into Lucas and running into Irv. Images of catastrophe and life ruining events reeled past her mind's eye. Oy vey. "I don't think that's a great idea."
Miranda could see it now! "Oh, Miranda, who is this?" Irv would extend a hand, his lips curling into a grin, he'd undoubtedly try to flirt with her. Miranda would feel sorry for his wife if she wasn't an even more self-important bitch than Miranda, herself.
Donna would smile her winning smile that Miranda loved and then she'd say it. She'd just say it, she'd accept his hand politely, because was wonderful like that, and say, "I'm Donna. I'm sleeping with Miranda."
Alright, so she probably wouldn't say it just like that. She'd say it with much more tact, yes, but she'd say it. She wouldn't understand that Miranda simply could not afford to have lesbian on her permanent record.
And Lucas! Lucas, for Christ's sake. If she talked to him he'd be in court revoking her custody in a New York Minute.
The absolutely unthinkable, the disaster of disasters, would be Donna stopping by Runway and seeing Miranda in true form. It was one thing for Donna to say she'd heard about her reputation and it was another thing entirely to see it.
How could Miranda really expect anyone to love her after seeing her abuse and berate her employees. She hated herself, she couldn't even fathom spending her life with someone like her. How could she expect Donna to love that woman if she couldn't even defend her attitude to herself.
Donna was silent for a few moments. "Miranda," she said with firmness. The statement wasn't a question but it wasn't completely rhetorical.
"I feel a little vulnerable like this." Miranda admitted, craning her neck to see Donna's face, trying hard not to disturb the stones.
"How apropos. I feel pretty vulnerable too." Donna folded her arms across her chest. "Why is it a bad idea?"
Miranda had to pause. "Why is it a bad idea..." She repeated slowly.
Donna stood there waiting. She wasn't going to make this easier for Miranda.
"Just that should you leave the inn for that long? Once I get you into my townhouse I'm not going to want to let you leave."
Donna narrowed her eyes at Miranda. She knew that wasn't what Miranda was thinking, she knew that was a cover up. She recognized that the look in her eyes was insecurity and not blatant deception.
She'd let it slide. For now.
"Of course I can, I'm the boss." Donna smiled, she was prepared to shoot down any objection. Bring it on, she thought, let's get to the root of this.
Miranda sighed, "I'm just worried you'll be disappointed in me." She confessed, "I'm afraid I'll spend too much time at the office and you won't want to stay."
There was the truth. Donna smiled reassuringly and kissed Miranda's temple, "oh Mira, I understand that you have a demanding job." Donna ran her fingers through Miranda's hair, "New York City is a place that I've always wanted to go. I wouldn't run out of things to look at even if I'm there for years and you ignore me for two thirds of the time." Donna laughed.
Miranda laughed, too, despite herself. She wiped at her wet eyes. "Promise me you'll always put up with my bullshit."
"Always, beautiful." She kissed her temple. "Always."
"We don't want to go." Cassidy pouted as she and Caroline clung to Sophie.
Sophie held them both in an impossibly tight hug. "I'm sure you can come and visit again. Or maybe I'll visit you in New York someday."
Donna and Miranda leaned their heads against each other and kept their eyes closed. "I've always been bad at goodbye." Miranda whispered.
"I noticed." Donna smiled, playfully. "But this isn't goodbye, I'll see you again really soon and I'll talk to you all the time."
"September." Miranda opened her eyes and lifted her head. Donna looked up and looked into Miranda's eyes. "Come spend September with me in New York?"
Donna smiled hugely and nodded, "yes, I think that sounds great."
"Andrea?" Miranda sighed into the phone, "I know it's late and it's a Saturday night but would you come over and have dinner with me?"
"Yeah, I'll catch the subway, what time is it?"
"I," Miranda paused, "I already sent Roy, he'll be there soon."
Andy laughed, "I'll see you soon."
Miranda opened a bottle of her favorite red wine and served steak. "I just spent a month surrounded by people and it's pure torture to come home and not have Donna and Sophie and Skye but also to have to send the girls to their father's." Miranda shook her head and sipped the wine, "I obviously miss my girls when they're not around but I used to revel in my alone time."
Andy sipped her wine, not as big a fan of it as Miranda, but still able to appreciate a good vintage, a skill learned from Nate. Andy nodded, "after my boyfriend moved out-"
"I'm sorry your boyfriend moved out." Miranda interrupted.
Andy laughed a little, "he was jealous of you actually."
Miranda quirked an eyebrow at Andy, "come again?"
"No, I'm serious. He said to me once that the person who's calls I always took, that was the relationship I was in." Miranda didn't look like she was going to fly off the handle so she continued. "And there was really a lot of truth in it. Can I confess something?"
"Of course."
"I was a little bit in love with you. It took me a while to really quantify it, I feel silly because I always thought I was really self-aware. I credit you for really shaking me up and making me think differently about myself." Andy smiled, "and don't go getting a big head about it."
Mirand smiled smugly, "well, traditionally in Paris I get rather drunk and I have ended up in bed with quite a few surprising people."
"Did you sleep with Emily?" Andy bit her lip on a grin.
"No, I didn't, actually. Almost, but not quite." Miranda refilled their wine glasses. "I did sleep with Jaqueline though."
"I thought so." Andy laughed, "the way you two glared at each other I knew there was a story there. At first I thought that maybe you'd had a fight over a man but then I thought about the way her eyes fluttered shut and a very small smile came across her face when you kissed each other's cheeks. Then I got it."
"I would have slept with you in Paris." Miranda admitted, her cheeks were colored by the wine.
"I like the way things worked out between us though. I would have given my right arm to sleep with you but I'm really glad that we can be friends now, instead. You are so obviously in love with Donna and I love that I've been able to be a part of that."
Miranda poured the last of the wine into Andy's glass. "I'm glad that you made me get over myself a little. I think if you hadn't I couldn't have been able to have what I have with Donna."
Andy laughed, "my pleasure, Miranda." Andy lifted her glass only to remember that it was empty.
"I have scotch." Miranda announced, standing and wobbling a little.
"Mom, come see the pictures from the trip!" Cassidy yelled down the hall.
"I'm only two doors down, darling," Miranda emerged from her study, "there is no reason to yell."
Miranda entered Caroline's room where the twins sat hunched over Caroline's computer with the digital camera. After going through the pictures once Miranda was helping the girls decide which ones to print.
Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. "It's Donna, I'm going to take it in the study."
"Goodnight, mom." The girls bid her goodnight.
"Hey beautiful." She closed the door behind her. "The girls were just showing me the pictures they took."
"Just now?"
"Yeah, well they've been with their father since they got back." Miranda settled into her comfortable chair, "I was lucky to be able to have them for the month. Lucas and I have joint custody, so I get every other week."
"That must be really hard. I couldn't imagine doing that." Donna thought about Sophie and how close they'd been able to be because it was always just the two of them.
"It is hard, but that's what happens when a marriage fails." Miranda shrugged, "of all of my husbands to be stuck with forever I think I'm glad it was Lucas."
Donna laughed.
Miranda breezed into the office with her usual flare and poise. She threw her wrap and purse at Tia and retreated into her office.
Emily stood up from her desk and deposited the steaming hot cup of coffee onto Miranda's desk. Miranda picked it up and sipped it.
Emily wrang her hands nervously. It was against her better judgement and Nigel's explicit urgings that she started the conversation, but once she'd started she could hardly stop.
"Thank you." She blurted out.
Miranda furrowed her brow and looked at her assistant with confusion. "What's gotten into you?"
"Did you have a good vacation?"
"Are you drunk?" Miranda leaned back in the chair, taking in Emily's tense expression. "You asked me that last week when I came back."
"Did Donna have a nice vacation?"
This made Miranda stop. She stared at Emily. "What?"
"I just." Emily shrugged and scuffed her foot a little, "I'm just glad you're happy. I wanted to tell you."
Emily turned and left the office, leaving Miranda speechless and slackjawed; a very very rare sight, indeed.
That night Miranda was working late on the layout. She'd been happy to leave work for a month but was more than happy to be back at it. The girls were at one of their friends' birthday party/slumber party so she didn't have to worry about getting home.
Emily had just worked her magic and accomplished the impossible. She'd set up three photoshoots to Miranda's specifications exactly. It was times like this that she truly did love her job. She did her job perfectly so Miranda's could go more smoothly. That was thanks enough.
Tonight, it was just them. Miranda stood up from her desk and went to stand in front of Emily's desk.
Emily smiled triumphantly up at her boss, "all three photoshoots are ready to go for tomorrow."
"Donna's coming to stay with me in September." Miranda said, "I want to do something special for her and I need you to help me make it happen."
Emily smiled proudly, "anything, Miranda."