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Show: The Devil wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy


Summary : What about Priestly Crime Syndicate?What about a deeper, more profount type of betrayal than tossing a ringing cell phone in a water fountain somewhere in Paris?


Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, no profit. I am just borrowing them and playing with them. I will put them back in place, honest! Creative comments and corrections so very welcome!

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Next week, (Miranda’s journal), 3 months and 13
days prior)

            I cannot even describe
the fun I had this week! It was such a delight watching my new thieving duo in
action. But it was a rare treat observing this knuckle-dragging buffoon making
a complete fool out of himself while on the job. Ha! It makes me smile even thinking
about it. He appeared as he had irrevocably divorced his motor functions. He
was so inapt! He even managed to get himself apprehended by the police.

            I have to admit that I
had contributed in his astounding lack of skill. I have invested quite some
time in finding ways to … help my new minions prove their worth to me. Andrea,
of course, was astounding. She was inventive, adaptable and flexible. I always
had an eye for talent and the moment I saw her I knew she had rare potential. I
hoped I was right and that it was not my eye for women that was pushing me towards
distraction or exaggeration. That could be suicidal in my line of work.

            So, I was resting in
the living room in my “lair”, a good book keeping me company when my privacy
was invaded by a fuming brunette. I detected her, even before she entered my
field of vision. It was quite easy and had nothing to do with my heightened
awareness around her. Her stomping was loud enough to wake the dead in the
other side of the Atlantic Ocean. She stood in
front of me, tapping her foot in visible irritation. I chose to ignore her, and
I guess that was a mistake, as she found the courage to tear the book out of my
hands. I slowly took off my reading glasses and lifted my head, while raking my
eyes over her. I finally met her eyes, awaiting to find fear in her eyes. Well,
it usually worked. In her eyes, I saw her anger decrease and a new emotion,
closely resembling arousal, introduced. I lightly bit the end of my glasses and
raised my right eyebrow in question. From what I gathered of her attitude, I
had to brace myself.

‘Do you have any idea what happened?’ she yelled.

‘I would suggest that you moderate your tone and your attitude. Fast.’I
whispered and pined her with an icy glare. Andrea visibly quivered for a
fragment of a second and then she drew to full height.

‘I apologize for being inappropriate. But…’ she said before I
interrupted her.

‘My time is quite precious. If you find yourself in my need, you could
negotiate with my other minions. Now, I could really use some of my space and
you take a lot of it. I wonder, how can you possibly achieve any measure of noiselessness
carrying so much weight around.’ I said and snatched the book back, ready to
immerse myself into a fantasy world.

Her eyes filled with tears and she almost run out of the room. Hm, too
sensitive!

Then, she almost run back inside and stood in front of me once again.

‘Look, lady. I know you put traps in our way, which is okay and the
personal insults I can take from Your Arrogance, but when my b..rother gets
jail time on your watch, I demand your direct intervention.’ She ranted. ‘And I
am not a minion. I am an eh…employee.’

I stood and approached her.

‘I do not know what is more ridiculous. The assumption that I was
insulting you or that you could really take it if I was indeed putting an
effort in insulting you. Or maybe that you are not a minion. I know… the best
one is that you have any kind of leverage to demand anything from me.’ I
whispered, my breath caressing her face. ‘Now, if you beg, things might
change.’ I told her, eyeing her hungrily.

‘I would never beg’ Andrea shouted indignantly, taking a couple of steps
back. ‘How dare you suggest that my body was on the line in exchange for my
brother?’

‘Why not?’ I said, smirking in humor at her reaction. Mostly, I was
joking. That was, of course, until I felt the sting of her palm on my face. My
reaction was inexplicable. I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She
resisted, she kissed back and she shoved me. She looked at me with her still
red-rimmed eyes and left me at a run –it was becoming a pattern with her- never
breaking eye contact, while in the room.

Maybe I would let him rot in prison!

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Next week, (Andrea’s journal), 3 months and 13

days prior

Oh my fucking God. I can’t believe
she kissed me. I really cannot. And I cannot believe I run away. Is it not what
we wanted? The famous thief seduced? I can’t believe it. My hands are still shaking.
Why did I do that? I could have used her to help me get Nate released. And the
Freudian slip? What was that about? I am supposed to be a professional and
instead I stutter and quiver in front of a woman that I should have already
seduced. I should not be aroused by her scent, and her voice, and her walk, and
her kiss, and her anger, and her mere presence. I could make a long list filled
with the things that turn me on. And I should not be able to fill even a short
list. Because I am straight. I have a boyfriend, that I love and with whom I
have fabulous sex.

I should really find a way to convince
my body.

Show: The Devil wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy

Summary : What about Priestly Crime Syndicate?What about a deeper, more profount type of betrayal than tossing a ringing cell phone in a water fountain somewhere in Paris?

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, no profit. I am just borrowing them and playing with them. I will put them back in place, honest! Creative comments and corrections so very welcome!

I am extremely nervous. O.k., I know I am stating the obvious. The whole plan was kind of… fishy. I usually have an item as a goal, learn the security surrounding it and then steal. This was out of the area of my expertise. This was more like a bad action movie. I really do not know what I am doing here. I am on the verge of running. There is still time. As far as I know, this Miranda Priestly may be a member of the Mafia, or something of the sort! Damn Christian! ‘The less you know about her, the better you will fit in your role!’ Easy for you to say! You do not have to seduce her and make a foul out of her or live as a fugitive the rest of your days.

            Ouf, thank God, someone just got in. Curious little man, shortish, bald…mmm, is he gay? Ah, and here is Christian, at last! And who is this who seems to seem like she is going to faint due to lack of nourishment? Is she Ms.Priestly’s lover?

            ‘Welcome, welcome! I am Nigel. I am the right hand of Miranda, if I say so myself. This is Christian, the left hand, I guess and the beautiful redhead is Emily, the secretary. Miranda will join us shortly! You must be Nate and you my dear, must be Andy! Hmmm!’ I really do not like the way the man, Nigel is looking at me, staring to be accurate. I feel like I am a scientific project! ‘Who is Miranda?’ I blurt before I can check myself, it seems I would do anything to get away from the stares. What could possibly go worse?

            O.k., I spoke too soon. Nigel looks at me in perfect astonishment, then looks at Nate, then at me again shock the prominent emotion masking his features. Christian shows momentarily amusement, but it quickly passes to give way to fake surprise and curiosity. I think I heard a gasp and a snort simultaneously but I am not sure: sound was muffled due to the ruckus that my blood produced as it rushed to my face.

            ‘ I am Miranda Priestly’ I heard an arrogant voice say. Only then I dared to look up. I was not prepared. I could never have been prepared for this sight or this woman, shining with charisma and power. The word ‘intoxicating’ was already formed in my brain by my treacherous thoughts. Short white hair artistically styled, blue eyes with a remarkable intensity and a sinful, drool-worthy body dressed in style to flatter it to its max. I am sure she was still talking because I was staring at her lips and there were still moving. Until her head turned, and I heard her rude remark ‘I asked you your name. Is she deaf or plainly slow?’

           Problem number one, ‘sinful’, ‘drool-worthy’, ‘staring at her lips’ , what exactly is my problem? Problem numbers two, the woman was a bitch, a very evil one at that, which leads us to problem number three, right about now, you should really find your tongue and answer the question! Let’s start with number three! ‘I assure you, Miranda; I am neither retarded nor deaf. My name is Andrea, but everybody calls me Andy, please feel free to do so!’ I replied with a wide smile that I did not feel. ‘Well, she actually speaks’ Miranda said, giving me the most thorough once-over I was ever subjected in my life.

            It was different, the wave of fire and the longing for her approval. Different and more intense than everything I have ever felt before. She managed to erase everything my nerve-endings have ever registered and to make new sensory memories in 5 minutes trough our meeting. Who was this woman and what was she doing to me and my body? I had the almost unquenchable urge to melt under her gaze. But the distant memory of the mission was enough to shake me out of my stupor and bring survival to the forefront. Every strange emotion found its appropriate excuse and denial was firmly built in place. Everything must go according to plan.

            So, I smiled seductively, but not overly so. I gave all the right answers and did all the right moves. I saw her lips trembling to hide a smile. I gave a great show. I made a great first impression. The game was on!

The next week ( Andy’s journal), 3 months and 2 weeks prior

This week was hellish! It was filled with plans for our first big heist under the ‘Priestly Criminal Syndicate’ banner. I was near Her all week making plans for a heist, adjusting strategies, making ‘professional’ plans. I was always watching her. I was becoming progressively mesmerized by her, her beauty, her sexiness, her mind and spirit, her cruelty and the slight sweetness deep inside her. I once heard her talking to her daughters. I think that was the moment I fell in love with her. Lust was an old story, by now. I was  dreaming of her fucking me after the first meeting. I was totally lost between the mission and my emotions. The lines were blurred, boundaries were lost and even my confusion had a streak of freedom and a taste of emancipation. I never before felt such a heady feeling since my fathers’ suicide. And every time I recalled my fathers’ suicide, a bitter taste called hate filled my mouth. And I recalled my target, my cause, my revenge. Today, though, it is about work. No more emotins. No room for thoughts, no room for revenge. Just getting ready for the immediate future, and for survival. I admit I am a little nervous. Getting to know this woman this past week, I have reasons to believe this heist is some sort of plan to test our abilities.

It will not be easy to get her to trust me. She is wise and cunning. She knows her business and I am led to believe that nobody can do what she does. She probably knows many tricks and standard plans. She thinks she is invincible. She is arrogant. That may be her weakness.

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Blue eyes were squinted, glued to the monitors, closely following the two dark figures staring on the hidden cameras. A low whistle followed by a whisper of ‘they are good!’ heavy with acknowledgment and admiration filtered trough her rapt attention, forcing her into action.

She swiftly turned and stalked down the dark corridor prompting her right hand-man into action too, with a bitter ‘Nigel, bore someone else with your unimaginative commentary on the obvious! We have work to do’. She proceeded to loose herself in the darkness of the corridor, all the while putting black leather gloves and being closely followed by Nigel.

There were traitors in dire need of punishment.

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4  months prior to the above incident

‘It is rather easy, actually. She is a woman who understands and exploits talent. Your duet will thrill her. And being presented as siblings will let her attraction to you flourish. She will be blinded!’

The young woman frowned ‘It is a brilliant plan. But it is an old trick. And, furthermore, what if she decides to pursue me?’

She turned her head towards the dark man sitting beside her and touched his hand, smiling ‘You very well know, I certainly do not bend that way. And if I was, I would prefer young, dark and handsome.’

‘Oh, do not make it such a big deal. You will pretend! You are good at it!’

‘Christian, I do not particularly like this part of the plan. I never caused heartbreak before and besides, no one can pretend for an extended stretch of time.’

‘Oh, come on, honey.’ said the dark man beside her ‘Do you truly think she is the ‘love-you-forever’ type? She is just an old dyke with a taste in exploiting young girls. And, by the by, you have way too much faith in your attributes.’

The other man with the blond hair and blue eyes choked a crude laugh and got ready to defend the lady but was beaten to it when she playfully stated ‘And, you could sleep all the way to the couch tonight. ’

Then, she turned to Christian and said, all playful mood forgotten ‘What is in to it for you?’ .

He regarded her carefully and answered ‘The woman is just too old for the business. But, she stubbornly hangs on to the role of the most successful thief. It is time for someone new and fresh to take her role. And, do not forget what she did to both your parents in order to save her ass.’

The young woman frowned again ‘Who will take her place? You?’

‘Oh, I am afraid I am too inexperienced to succeed in an endeavor like this’

‘Then who?’

‘Have you heard of Jacqueline? I think she is more appropriate. So are you in, Andy, Nate?’

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‘Christian, have you been successful?’

‘Yes, they agreed. Andy may be a liability’

‘Keep a close eye on her. Now take your clothes off and come to bed’

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First meeting, 3 months and 3 weeks prior (Miranda’s journal)

There are sometimes when change strikes instantly and without any kind of warning. You live safely in some kind of routine forgetting the existence of things unknown, of the very essence of the unknown. Until it becomes known. And then, the most common and usual response is denial. And then, acknowledgment and the unknown becomes a fact. Then, fact looses its freshness and settles down into a routine again, waiting for the next unexpected turn of events, the next change.

So, go ahead. Make plans for all your days. Put up programs to run your life with. Save money. Go to work everyday and return home exhausted, never tasting food, sex, love or life. Marry and have children. Make empty promises never to cheat, always to love. It all comes to null. You can never be safe from tomorrow.

I wasn’t. Because of Andrea.

            My God, this woman was lightening. I had many lovers, I still do actually. But she … she drew me in with her smile and the fake innocence in those gorgeous brown eyes. I have seen her before in photographs and in video while working. Nothing could compete with her being in front of me, cowering but brave, awkward under my intense gaze but taking it all in better than more experienced and brave men and women I have met in the past. Oh, she was good. I would have smiled if it was not too early. She has not passed the test. Or rather any of the tests. Neither her nor the dressed baboon of a brother standing by her side.

            So I will keep my mind on the business, not the emotional side of the situation. And I will pull trough. I am Miranda Priestly, the Dragon Lady, the representative of Anti-Christ on Earth. That’s all.