Title: That Summer
Author: EllieWrites
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil Wears Prada or the characters but I have taken the liberty of borrowing them for this story. Please forgive any injustice I do to them as I have tried my best to stay true to them.
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I'm dreaming once again and it's incredibly vivid. This one is extremely graphic, even more so than others of late. I'm barely awake, rising out of a peaceful slumber to find myself lying in an unfamiliar bed with Miranda Priestly staring her way up my body from where she is currently busying herself with her mouth around my…holy fucking hell. This is real. She just smirked at me and oh my fucking god that feels incredible. My body seems to be arching uncontrollably off the bed now because she's holding my knees apart and has her mouth fastened to the most sensitive nub of flesh on my body. Images of the past few hours flash through my mind it sparks an even greater need. I bend my neck to verify once again that this is really happening, and she smirks as she sucks once again and then it's the end. I practically choke down a scream she pushes against me even harder and then she follows over the edge keeping her tongue pressed against me the entire time. My chest heaves as I catch my breath, and I watch Miranda kiss her way up my stomach and chest. I force my arms to respond, and put a hand on either side of her head to kiss her lethal mouth. I can taste myself, and it is overwhelming. Within a heartbeat I flip her over with a renewed determination to exceed her expectations.
Last night was real. I can't get over it. It was in fact only a few hours ago and the details are on the forefront of my mind. We never made it to the bedroom when it first started. I kissed Miranda, and then she kissed me. She was at first hesitant and gentle, but when our fear turned to passion it was wild and out of control. My body responded to her like it had none other, and again I hardly recognized myself. I will never forget the site of Miranda Priestly, writhing beneath my mouth on the kitchen counter where I had placed her with all of my strength. She was half clothed as there was no time, holding herself up, face flushed, head back, screaming my name as she came. It set me off as well and I pulled her down from the counter into a heap with me on the floor before we moved to a more comfortable setting. I remembered this now as I worked once again to make her lose control. Within minutes I reached my goal.
Miranda somehow found the strength to pull me up, and she kissed me leisurely. When she finally ended it she rolled my weight off of her body keeping her hand on my hip, and it was as if an entirely new person was looking at me. I hardly recognized her, because right now she was holding nothing back. She kissed me gently again before saying, "good morning." I smiled back, and just seeing the gentle look in her eyes I couldn't help but get emotional.
"This is real" I hear myself utter under my breath. I'm playing with her hair now because I cannot help but take advantage of the fact that I'm allowed to touch her. Sliding my knee between her leg and pulling her hips closer to me I kiss her once again, and in an instant my need returns. I've never felt such a desire for someone before and it's almost immediate desperation. I feel her pulling back but fight it until she wins and she separates our bodies.
"Darling, the girls will be up soon and I hardly think they should find us like this." She's right of course but I go in for one more kiss, as for all I know this is my last chance. She grants me the kiss but it's shorter than I would like. She slaps me on the ass playfully but I can't respond in kind as she starts to get up off of the bed. I'm paralyzed with the fear that it all ends here, and my eyes water. Miranda sees this as she tells me something about going to shower, and promptly turns around.
"Andrea," I hear but can't respond. "Andrea, what's wrong? You don't want this," she looks at me and I see a bit of anger flaring up inside her as if she's thinking that I'm thinking I made a mistake. I have to fix this. "Miranda," I can hardly look at her and as the tears begin to pour down my cheeks shocking even myself while I release six months of suppressed emotion. I spit out, "I don't want this to end. I've been dreaming about this…I mean, this is all I dream about, all the time, and I'm still not even sure this is real." Her expression shifts, and it's my Miranda looking at me once again and stroking my hair, and kissing my forehead, and my eyes that are still watering. She wipes the tears off of my cheek and kisses me so gently I can barely believe it's possible coming from her lethal mouth. "Andrea, you're not alone in that. This…," she holds my hand in hers "has been developing for quite some time, and it seems clear now that we both felt it. Somehow, when I am with you everything just feels right, and when you leave…," she doesn't finish and starts to look down. I grab her and pull her to me in an embrace with all the strength I have. I make her a promise that I want to keep now that I understand that she understands. "I won't leave again, Miranda. I almost made that mistake once and it tore me apart. If you'll have me I'm not leaving." And at that declaration I feel her relax into the embrace, and I kiss her neck to confirm my feelings. She sighs but says nothing, and I know I had a long road ahead of me to make her trust me. She has been burned one too many times. After a minute we find a way to separate, say our goodbyes for now, and I make my way upstairs to begin the day. My head is spinning with emotion, but the day is looking up.