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Title: Challenge Accepted
Author: La_Riena
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: unrequited Mirandy (Miranda’s POV)
Rating: M, definitely
Disclaimer: They are not mine, though I wish =P I just play with them from time to time
She takes my orders without question. She is my shadow. My right hand.
My muse.
She has lost that timidity around me. A part of me is disappointed at the thought.
I notice the tiniest things about her.
The wind plays with her hair. She, like a goddess whose beauty is unknown solely unto herself, smiles and for a fraction of a second I feel.
I FEEL.
It is liberating. Glorious even.
How dare she invade my thoughts.
That willful impertinent little shiksa!
How can I concentrate when the girl is sauntering around the office like some puffed up peacock.
God I want her.
I have tried to date. To go out with men who are higher on the social food chain.
Men of wealth and good reputation.
But none of them were you.
I want to feel her arms wrap around my waist and take me in wild abandon.
I want to know what it feels like to have Andrea Sachs come in my mouth screaming my name. I want to forget who I am and what I represent just for the chance to have the woman command, control, dominate me.
I ache for her.
I have never dated a woman before. And I have never wanted anyone to make me relinquish the control that I have honed before.
Sometimes I just want to walk up to her and kiss that pretty little mouth until she is gasping for breath. To dig my finger into her chocolate tresses and show her all the passion that has been building, the unquenchable lust.
She is smirking at me again. I invented that smirk you little chit
The way she looks at me…*shivers*
The challenge in her eyes.
If she thinks that this is some silly little game she can play with me…well.
Alright Andrea, you think you have what it takes to take me on?
Miranda Priestly does not know the meaning of defeat.
Challenge accepted.
Author: La_Riena
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: unrequited Mirandy (Miranda’s POV)
Rating: M, definitely
Disclaimer: They are not mine, though I wish =P I just play with them from time to time
She takes my orders without question. She is my shadow. My right hand.
My muse.
She has lost that timidity around me. A part of me is disappointed at the thought.
I notice the tiniest things about her.
The wind plays with her hair. She, like a goddess whose beauty is unknown solely unto herself, smiles and for a fraction of a second I feel.
I FEEL.
It is liberating. Glorious even.
How dare she invade my thoughts.
That willful impertinent little shiksa!
How can I concentrate when the girl is sauntering around the office like some puffed up peacock.
God I want her.
I have tried to date. To go out with men who are higher on the social food chain.
Men of wealth and good reputation.
But none of them were you.
I want to feel her arms wrap around my waist and take me in wild abandon.
I want to know what it feels like to have Andrea Sachs come in my mouth screaming my name. I want to forget who I am and what I represent just for the chance to have the woman command, control, dominate me.
I ache for her.
I have never dated a woman before. And I have never wanted anyone to make me relinquish the control that I have honed before.
Sometimes I just want to walk up to her and kiss that pretty little mouth until she is gasping for breath. To dig my finger into her chocolate tresses and show her all the passion that has been building, the unquenchable lust.
She is smirking at me again. I invented that smirk you little chit
The way she looks at me…*shivers*
The challenge in her eyes.
If she thinks that this is some silly little game she can play with me…well.
Alright Andrea, you think you have what it takes to take me on?
Miranda Priestly does not know the meaning of defeat.
Challenge accepted.