Title: In A World Without Sarcasm 1: The Bedtime Story

Author: Slashydutchie

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Genre: Humor

Summary: The first one in what's going to be a whole bunch of drabbles/short fics in which I take quotes from DWP WAY too seriously. Today: "Why didn't you just climb into bed with her and ask for a bedtime story?"

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to other people… if it belonged to me Andy and Miranda would have pounced on each other… multiple times.

A/N: I mainly write this as a short break from other stories, which I entirely fail at keeping short. So, tell me what you think, 'cause I'm planning to write more.

A/N2: Storm Of Temptation will be updated this weekend, there was a virus on my laptop.

"Are you going to come upstairs again, Andy?" Andrea smiled at the sound of the twins' voices. "What do you two think?" she asked after she'd hung the dry cleaning in the closet and had unceremoniously dumped The Book on a table. "It's Friday!" "Yeah, it's Friday!" Andy laughed as she crept up the stairs. "Exactly… and what do we do on Fridays?" The twins just grinned as they followed Andrea, sneaking down the upstairs corridor to a by now very familiar door. "Okay, girls… on the count of three…"

Miranda Priestly had had a relatively quiet evening. The twins had pretended to go to bed on time, there was no husband to argue with and she'd even taken the luxury of going to bed a bit early just to relax. She glanced over at the clock. A few seconds to eleven… she took out her Harry Potter manuscript and waited.

"THREE!"

Right on cue, the door burst open and the bed creaked as it suddenly had to support three more individuals. "Honestly, Ahn-draya, girls… there's no need to pounce me every single Friday night!" Miranda exclaimed, laughing as all three crawled under the blankets. Their only reply was "BED-TIME STO-RY! BED-TIME STO-RY!"

Miranda chuckled and shook her head slightly. "Ahn-draya, there'll be a day I'll make you pay for starting this little routine…" It didn't seem to intimidate the brunette in question much, since she simply cuddled up. Like every week, Miranda gave in. Honestly, nobody was enough of an icequeen to resist those three faces giving her puppy eyes.

"Oh, fine… 'Night had fallen like a blanket over Hogwarts…'"