Paramount, r, Prime, Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Lisa
Miranda & Lisa: A Love Story
(told backwards, through a series of one shots)
Paramount
Inspiree par Coleen (musicinferno/aposse), make sure you read her wonderful fic Words & Noise!
Pairing: Miranda Priestly/Lisa Metzger; established
Summary: After reading Words & Noise I decided to watch Prime again. Then this idea was brought on by Lisa's line in Prime: "Religion is... paramount in people's lives."
Disclaimer: I don't own Prime. I don't own the Devil Wears Prada. I don't own Meryl Streep. (Too bad, eh?) No infringement is intended.
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Hot Meryl-on-Meryl action under the cut. Enter at your own risk.
Lisa Metzger was laying on her back on the couch in her office. This was not a particularly unusual occurrence, oftentimes she'd partaken of it's plush comfort. What was different this time was Miranda Priestly, whose body was half-covering Lisa's as her hand worked tirelessly down her pants.
Miranda was a sweet talker, pure and simple. She was an ice queen, yes, but she could shmoooooze. Lisa knew this. Miranda knew this. They just didn't really talk about it. When Miranda had whispered in her ear, "oh, Lisaleh..." Lisa was putty in her hands. Lisa had tried to fight it, trying to decide if her feelings for Miranda were deep enough to violate the sanctity of her marriage. And sure she had been a patient, but she wasn't when they started spending time together outside of the psychoanalyst's couch.
How fitting that they should end up back on it now. Miranda's fingers curled and carressed inside of Lisa and Lisa moaned and writhed against her.
Miranda breathed out shakily as she buried her face in Lisa's hair, her free hand stroking Lisa's cheek. Lisa was starting to feel embarrassed that she wasn't reaching orgasm yet but Miranda didn't seem to notice or to care.
"You feel like fine silk," Miranda whispered. Lisa whimpered, feeling her muscles beginning to contract.
Their relationship had been heading in this direction ever since they'd met. Lisa had fought it harder than Miranda had. And why not? Miranda wasn't married anymore, Lisa was. Miranda was very understanding... but she was also persistent.
Lisa gripped Miranda's arm as her breath quickened, she lifted her hips up off the couch, pressing hard into Miranda's hand. Miranda continued to pump her fingers in and out of the psychoanalyst as she clung to Miranda's Valentino blouse.
Lisa thought that it was a little bit strange that she felt guiltier that she hadn't told Rita about Miranda than she did that she hadn't told Jack about Miranda. When she finally came clean she'd have to discuss that with Rita.
Suddenly, Lisa felt like her body was exploding from the inside out. She bit down on the inside of her lip until it hurt as waves of pleasure rolled over her body. "Oy vey!" She moaned, "a klog iz mir..."
Miranda held onto the other woman tightly as she convulsed underneath her. "I've never fucked anyone into Yiddish before," Miranda whispered when Lisa seemed coherent again.
"Oy... Mirandaleh." Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, still grinning. "I'm all verklempt... I'm a wreck."
"You are a bit of a wreck, but you're a beautiful wreck." Miranda leaned down and kissed her, Lisa cupped her face and kissed her back. Miranda was still holding up her hand, sticky with Lisa's come. Lisa used her head to motion to the box of tissues.
Miranda laughed softly, taking one of the tissues and wiping off her slender fingers.
Lisa threaded her fingers through Miranda's. "Mein Gott. What those fingers of yours can do..." Lisa looked up into Miranda's eyes. "Miranda, I haven't had sexual fulfillment like that in longer than I can remember..."
"Lisa," Miranda watched her intently as she hovered over her. Lisa's eyes were shut and the corners of her mouth twitched up in a sated smile. Miranda laughed softly, "you look like you're in your final resting place."
Lisa let out a soft moan, "I feel like I'm in my final resting place. I'm just happy."
"Give it a moment," Miranda twirled a finger along Lisa's stomach, "the Jewish guilt will come back." Miranda pretended to wrench into her abdomen.
Lisa grinned and swatted Miranda's hand away, "no, Miranda, I think I'm really just happy. I feel like God has given me permission to be happy finally."
"That's not God, that's an orgasm. Probably the first one you've had in twenty years."
"Anything that feels that good has to be divine intervention," Lisa was ready to fight this point, to the death if necessary. "I know that God is responsible for bringing you into my life. I have never felt God this strongly before I knew you."
Miranda shrugged a little, "okay."
"Okay, what?" Lisa asked.
"Okay, you feel God. I don't know what you want me to say." Miranda frowned.
"What I want you to say? Don't you feel God's love inside of you?" Lisa was wide eyed now.
"I guess that depends. Is God's love this heartburn?" Miranda poked two fingers hard against her sternum, "ow," she laughed, rubbing the spot, feeling a little silly.
"Yeah, I hope you hurt yourself," Lisa smirked goodnaturedly, "you're making fun of me."
"No malice intended," Miranda flipped her white forelock back, keeping it out of her face as she smiled down at Lisa.
Lisa attempted to pushing herself into a sitting position. "Can I sit up? I feel like I'm at a disadvantage in this conversation?"
"How can you be at a disadvantage if you have God on your side?" Miranda laughed, letting Lisa sit up on the couch, pressing her own back into the pillows.
"You're Jewish. How can you be an atheist?" Lisa stared at her.
"The two are not mutually exclusive, dear." Miranda smirked, "my first husband was raised catholic and is now a devout atheist. No, wait. He's a bad example, he's a born again."
"You married a catholic. Your mother must have shit a brick."
"Shit a brick? The woman shat an entire brownstone, almost didn't come to the wedding." Miranda sighed, "my mother was mortified I didn't marry Jewish."
"And well she should be." Lisa nodded, somewhat playfully, "if one of my kids pulled that shit..."
Miranda grinned, "you'd love them all the same."
"Maybe so." Lisa pursed her lips, "but God help me, the full weight of Jewish guilt upon their heads if they bring home a Catholic."
The women were silent for a moment, "would your mother be any happier about me?" Lisa couldn't help but laugh.
"You know, marginally." Miranda and Lisa indulged in laughter, leaning close and resting their foreheads against one another. Miranda stroked Lisa's face and Lisa closed her eyes, smiling whistfully. "Is my atheism a deal breaker?"
Lisa sighed, but smiled, "a month ago, yes. But now... now, my heart's too far gone to care."
Miranda laid a hand over Lisa's heart. "Is there room in there for my love with all that God's love in there?"
"Oh shut-up." Lisa kissed her, "you're meshugene. I'm meshugene for putting up with you."
Miranda covered her mouth with her own, holding her close.
(told backwards, through a series of one shots)
Paramount
Inspiree par Coleen (musicinferno/aposse), make sure you read her wonderful fic Words & Noise!
Pairing: Miranda Priestly/Lisa Metzger; established
Summary: After reading Words & Noise I decided to watch Prime again. Then this idea was brought on by Lisa's line in Prime: "Religion is... paramount in people's lives."
Disclaimer: I don't own Prime. I don't own the Devil Wears Prada. I don't own Meryl Streep. (Too bad, eh?) No infringement is intended.
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Hot Meryl-on-Meryl action under the cut. Enter at your own risk.
Lisa Metzger was laying on her back on the couch in her office. This was not a particularly unusual occurrence, oftentimes she'd partaken of it's plush comfort. What was different this time was Miranda Priestly, whose body was half-covering Lisa's as her hand worked tirelessly down her pants.
Miranda was a sweet talker, pure and simple. She was an ice queen, yes, but she could shmoooooze. Lisa knew this. Miranda knew this. They just didn't really talk about it. When Miranda had whispered in her ear, "oh, Lisaleh..." Lisa was putty in her hands. Lisa had tried to fight it, trying to decide if her feelings for Miranda were deep enough to violate the sanctity of her marriage. And sure she had been a patient, but she wasn't when they started spending time together outside of the psychoanalyst's couch.
How fitting that they should end up back on it now. Miranda's fingers curled and carressed inside of Lisa and Lisa moaned and writhed against her.
Miranda breathed out shakily as she buried her face in Lisa's hair, her free hand stroking Lisa's cheek. Lisa was starting to feel embarrassed that she wasn't reaching orgasm yet but Miranda didn't seem to notice or to care.
"You feel like fine silk," Miranda whispered. Lisa whimpered, feeling her muscles beginning to contract.
Their relationship had been heading in this direction ever since they'd met. Lisa had fought it harder than Miranda had. And why not? Miranda wasn't married anymore, Lisa was. Miranda was very understanding... but she was also persistent.
Lisa gripped Miranda's arm as her breath quickened, she lifted her hips up off the couch, pressing hard into Miranda's hand. Miranda continued to pump her fingers in and out of the psychoanalyst as she clung to Miranda's Valentino blouse.
Lisa thought that it was a little bit strange that she felt guiltier that she hadn't told Rita about Miranda than she did that she hadn't told Jack about Miranda. When she finally came clean she'd have to discuss that with Rita.
Suddenly, Lisa felt like her body was exploding from the inside out. She bit down on the inside of her lip until it hurt as waves of pleasure rolled over her body. "Oy vey!" She moaned, "a klog iz mir..."
Miranda held onto the other woman tightly as she convulsed underneath her. "I've never fucked anyone into Yiddish before," Miranda whispered when Lisa seemed coherent again.
"Oy... Mirandaleh." Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, still grinning. "I'm all verklempt... I'm a wreck."
"You are a bit of a wreck, but you're a beautiful wreck." Miranda leaned down and kissed her, Lisa cupped her face and kissed her back. Miranda was still holding up her hand, sticky with Lisa's come. Lisa used her head to motion to the box of tissues.
Miranda laughed softly, taking one of the tissues and wiping off her slender fingers.
Lisa threaded her fingers through Miranda's. "Mein Gott. What those fingers of yours can do..." Lisa looked up into Miranda's eyes. "Miranda, I haven't had sexual fulfillment like that in longer than I can remember..."
"Lisa," Miranda watched her intently as she hovered over her. Lisa's eyes were shut and the corners of her mouth twitched up in a sated smile. Miranda laughed softly, "you look like you're in your final resting place."
Lisa let out a soft moan, "I feel like I'm in my final resting place. I'm just happy."
"Give it a moment," Miranda twirled a finger along Lisa's stomach, "the Jewish guilt will come back." Miranda pretended to wrench into her abdomen.
Lisa grinned and swatted Miranda's hand away, "no, Miranda, I think I'm really just happy. I feel like God has given me permission to be happy finally."
"That's not God, that's an orgasm. Probably the first one you've had in twenty years."
"Anything that feels that good has to be divine intervention," Lisa was ready to fight this point, to the death if necessary. "I know that God is responsible for bringing you into my life. I have never felt God this strongly before I knew you."
Miranda shrugged a little, "okay."
"Okay, what?" Lisa asked.
"Okay, you feel God. I don't know what you want me to say." Miranda frowned.
"What I want you to say? Don't you feel God's love inside of you?" Lisa was wide eyed now.
"I guess that depends. Is God's love this heartburn?" Miranda poked two fingers hard against her sternum, "ow," she laughed, rubbing the spot, feeling a little silly.
"Yeah, I hope you hurt yourself," Lisa smirked goodnaturedly, "you're making fun of me."
"No malice intended," Miranda flipped her white forelock back, keeping it out of her face as she smiled down at Lisa.
Lisa attempted to pushing herself into a sitting position. "Can I sit up? I feel like I'm at a disadvantage in this conversation?"
"How can you be at a disadvantage if you have God on your side?" Miranda laughed, letting Lisa sit up on the couch, pressing her own back into the pillows.
"You're Jewish. How can you be an atheist?" Lisa stared at her.
"The two are not mutually exclusive, dear." Miranda smirked, "my first husband was raised catholic and is now a devout atheist. No, wait. He's a bad example, he's a born again."
"You married a catholic. Your mother must have shit a brick."
"Shit a brick? The woman shat an entire brownstone, almost didn't come to the wedding." Miranda sighed, "my mother was mortified I didn't marry Jewish."
"And well she should be." Lisa nodded, somewhat playfully, "if one of my kids pulled that shit..."
Miranda grinned, "you'd love them all the same."
"Maybe so." Lisa pursed her lips, "but God help me, the full weight of Jewish guilt upon their heads if they bring home a Catholic."
The women were silent for a moment, "would your mother be any happier about me?" Lisa couldn't help but laugh.
"You know, marginally." Miranda and Lisa indulged in laughter, leaning close and resting their foreheads against one another. Miranda stroked Lisa's face and Lisa closed her eyes, smiling whistfully. "Is my atheism a deal breaker?"
Lisa sighed, but smiled, "a month ago, yes. But now... now, my heart's too far gone to care."
Miranda laid a hand over Lisa's heart. "Is there room in there for my love with all that God's love in there?"
"Oh shut-up." Lisa kissed her, "you're meshugene. I'm meshugene for putting up with you."
Miranda covered her mouth with her own, holding her close.