Characters: Miranda, Andrea, Emily and two original characters.
Word Count: 806
Summary: After being seriously blown away by the response and the talent on show in the last week, I decided to throw my hat in the ring. However, I have to admit that micro-fics were much harder than I thought they would be, so well done to everyone who made it look so easy! My efforts are in the form of nine little drabbles. For those of you familiar with my Corruption, Purity and Desire (CPD) work you may be pleased to know that I am working quite heavily on the sequel: ‘You have to lose to know how to win’ and each drabble is a snippet taken from the new story.
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada does not belong to me. No infringement intended to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. All characters are purely fictional.
A/N: The ‘First time’ focuses on DA Beatrice Sharpe and Captain Bobby Moore, my two original characters from CPD.
A/N2: Not Beta’d. Please let me know via DM if you spot any glaringly obvious mistakes.
'That's just it, Miranda. You said it! There isn't anything that isn't within your power if you put your mind to it. For this to work you need to think of me as your equal, you need to discuss these things with me, treat me as your partner. I've waited so long for you, just look at everything we have gone through to be together. I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life but believe when I say won't be anyones play thing. Not even Miranda Priestly’s..."
Andy stared at Miranda, who was rooted to the spot.
"Jesus Christ, Miranda?" Andy shouted in frustration.
The sudden outburst made Miranda jump in shock. She took a deep breath and reached out to take Andy’s hand. "I'm seeing a shrink. I can’t change overnight but I want to, for you. I want to do this right. I never want to lose you again."
“I couldn’t get through the kitchen door. Something was pressed against it and I just couldn’t fathom what it could be. So I pushed.” She released an unexpected sob and quickly sucked in a deep breath to cover it. “Did you know that the human body holds approximately ten pints of blood, I’ve always wondered how that was possible? I don’t need to wonder anymore.”
- Film related:
“Well, I could think of at least one occasion.” Miranda remarked dryly.
Andy saw an image of the Place de la Concorde flash in her mind’s eye and she sighed. She replayed her apology in her head—the one she had practised so many times. There had been three years of anger and hurt, but only a few short weeks since they moved passed it all. Or so she had thought. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Never.” Miranda smirked.
- First Time:
She heard the concern in his voice and her heart melted. She knew that in that moment she would never be able to find the words to explain to him exactly how she felt. She would need to show him. She took his unshaven shadowed face between her hands and pulled him down to meet her lips.
Moore froze, as if unsure of what was happening or whether to believe it was. But then after a moment, when she felt him wrap his strong arms around her and pull her closer to his body, she knew that he was right there with her. As he deepened the kiss, she felt the walls crumble. She felt all the pent up anger, sorrow and passion pour out. The battle and the surrender had been played out in one act.
“I want you.” She whispered against his lips. “I need you.”
This was it. She had stopped denying her heart. She had taken what wanted. There would be no regrets. What would be would be.
“Who knew that under all that fire and ice there was a woman who was capable of listening?” Emily retorted.
“Touché.” Miranda smirked devilishly.
“I mean really darling.” Miranda held up the image and spoke to Andrea’s sleeping form. “Am I reaching for the stars here?” Miranda shook her head and marked another scathing remark on the sticky pad with red pen before placing it on the image and moving to the next.
“Shhhh” Miranda whispered. “Everything will be ok, I promise.”
Andy broke the kiss and traced along Miranda jawline sucking sharply on her neck. “I don’t care.” She answered, spurred on by the groan that Miranda emitted from her throat.
Andy laughed aloud, a full belly laugh which lasted for a few minutes. “Oh…I’m sorry, Em. I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“Yes you did.” Emily harrumphed. “But I don’t blame you either. The very idea is preposterous.”