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A little fic for you! And a little break for me from writing my stroy for the secret admirer's challenge =P
Title: Game on.
Author: La_Riena
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: unrequited Mirandy (Andy’s POV)
Rating: M, definitely
Disclaimer: They are not mine, though I wish =P I just play with them from time to time
Game On.
There was Serena from the beauty department, then Charlotte in the art department. Oh, there was Chantelle in finance and mmm that butch girl, Daniella, from Auto Universe.
But none of them were you.
None of those girls had your presence or your style. The sway of your luscious curves as you walk. The way your shirt strains against your amazing breasts begging me to set them free, to lavish them with my mouth, to mold my hands to them and draw out the pleasure.
I have never wanted any woman or man, for that matter, as much as I want you. I have never wanted to devour someone sexually, physically, as much as I want to suck, lick fuck you as my name falls from your lips in ecstasy. Ever.
I want you.
But I could never have you. So I turn to all these women who have some of what you have.
Serena, for her style and lithe body. Daniella, for her assertive ness. Charlotte for her calculating blue eyes.
I tried to trick myself. To touch them is to touch you, to kiss them is to kiss you.
My friends think that Nate left because I was gay, that I cheated on him with a woman.
But, God, were they close.
I closed him out and you filled me.
“The person whose calls you always take? That's the relationship you're in.”
I wish.
But I won’t stop till I have you.
I changed because of you.
I survived because of you.
I breathe for you.
You are mine, Miranda Priestly.
Game on.
This fic was inspired by a poem by Saul Williams:
http://books.google.com/books?id=ABf613C0y50C&dq=saul+williams+said+the+shotgun+to+the+head&printsec=frontcover&source=bn&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=6&ct=result#PPA24,M1
Amazing book! I definitely recommend it.