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Title: When in Paris
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: R
Note: Comment-fic that got a little long. This is for [livejournal.com profile] chilly_flame, who provided the prompt "roll in the hay."



Andy Sachs and Miranda Priestly were two of several dozen seated at small wooden tables in the open-air cafe. Their table was near the brass railing that separated the cafe from the sidewalk, and the passing pedestrians walked close enough to stir up warm air that brushed against Andy's bare shoulders. Andy had never been to Paris in the summer before, and she was delighted by the way the old buildings and green trees stood like ancient, stalwart shadows in the heat. Even though she and Miranda were both here to work--both here for fashion week, actually, though Andy was writing about it for her paper rather than assisting this time--this was an entirely free afternoon. I’m so happy, Andy wanted to say, and almost did.

She stopped herself when she looked at Miranda, who was gripping the stem of her wine glass between her thumb and two fingers and swirling its contents around and around. A tic, not a ritual. She hadn’t drunk much, certainly not compared to Andy, whose glass was nearly empty.

They’d slept together the night before, at Miranda’s hotel. It wasn’t the first time ever, but it was the first since their previous visit to Paris, when Andy had been assisting. That night--their real first time--hadn’t been a mistake, but it had been complicated. The act was weighty for an endless number of reasons: Miranda’s tears over her daughters’ probable reaction to her impending divorce, Andy’s mixed emotions over her break-up with her boyfriend and near-fling with Christian Thompson, the women’s professional relationship. But even after Andy quit her position and they returned to the States, that night was enough to give them both the idea to try to stay in touch. The emails they exchanged were more sad than angry, and they dwindled to almost nothing after a couple of months. Still, Andy wasn’t able to keep from calling Miranda when she found out that The New York Mirror had decided to increase its fashion coverage and was sending her to Paris to cover the fall/winter couture shows.

The memory of last night was pretty fantastic, and some of the silence at the cafe table--at least on Andy’s end--could be chalked up to fantasizing about it even though Miranda was still there, right across from her. At first, it had seemed like neither of them knew what to expect from the evening. They’d spent an hour carefully catching up over a shared dessert at a restaurant near the site of the evening’s final runway show. When Miranda asked Andy if she wanted to go to her hotel, she could have as easily been talking about a trip to the hotel bar as a night in her suite. Clearly, they ended up choosing the latter; when it came down to it, there wasn’t a question. They were both single this time, really single, and from the moment Miranda shut her door behind them Andy felt light as air. They fucked ‘til it hurt, and even then Miranda wanted to stay close, wanted to stay awake. For most of the night, they lay in bed talking. Silence settled in every ten minutes or so, but then Andy would remember a story from work, or it would occur to Miranda that Andy might know this writer or that writer, or one of them would want a kiss.

The morning had been rushed but not businesslike. They each had shows just after breakfast, and separate dinners and separate parties to attend tonight. This stretch of time together wasn’t cramped, but Andy was aware that the afternoon wasn’t going to last forever.

“You okay?” she asked.

Miranda broke eye contact with her wine and made eye contact with Andy. “Yes, why do you ask?”

Andy shrugged. “We’re both quiet.”

“I was just thinking about how people act differently when they travel. Both times you and I have been here together, we’ve . . .”

Suddenly, Andy felt herself growing flushed. The summer heat, pleasant only a moment ago, felt obtrusive. “Are you saying that last night was just a roll in the hay?” She was instantly aware that her voice seemed loud. They were speaking English, yes, but were surrounded by people, all of whom seemed to have mastered the intimate murmur.

“Should that be what I’m saying about last night?”

“I hope not,” Andy said quickly, and Miranda smiled. Immediately, Andy was flooded with relief. She was pretty sure she was sweating under her arms. “Last night made me really happy.”

“Paris isn’t magic, Andrea,” Miranda said. “I don’t mean to imply that behaving differently here is false. So far, we've behaved differently here than usual. That's all I'm saying.”

Paris isn’t magic. There was only one context in which those words could be considered romantic, and Miranda had just nailed it. Andy coughed a little, trying to prepare her voice to murmur intimately. “We can fuck in New York just as well as we can do it here.”

A second smile. The wine in Miranda’s glass stilled, but only until she lifted it to her lips and took a drink.

Date: 2011-06-26 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ubiquitousmixie.livejournal.com
I don't spend a lot of time in the DWP fandom these days, but I always stop what I'm doing to read a story of yours. This was wonderful...a brief yet poignant look at the complexities of their relationship, and an accurately soft-yet-reserved warmth in Miranda's feelings for Miranda. Perfection, as always. Loved it!

Date: 2011-06-26 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! "Soft-yet-reserved"--I really like that. I appreciate so much that you continue to read my stories.

Date: 2011-06-26 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twisted-twister.livejournal.com
Wonderful!

Your stories are always like chamber music; never loud, but resonance throughout the room beautifully.
Thanks for yet another lovely read!

Date: 2011-06-26 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Wow, thank you so much! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it, and that was a lovely thing to say. Hope you're doing well.

Date: 2011-06-26 11:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] la-fono.livejournal.com
I can pretty much smell sun on hot stone. Lovely.

“Should that be what I’m saying about last night?”
Nice parry, Miranda.

“We can fuck in New York just as well as we can do it here.”
Hee! Just as well, really. Could end up fraught and expensive. Well, for Andy. XD
...I can quite see an Avanti-style once-a-year thing happening though. (Perhaps not your A 'n' M here, but more generally.)

Date: 2011-06-27 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks so much for reading! I'm glad you liked it. And yeah, there are definitely worse things imaginable than heading to Paris once a year for a little debauchery.

Date: 2011-06-27 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilly-flame.livejournal.com
I feel so happy that you chose my prompt!! And as usual it was beautiful, elegant, sexy and full of quiet good things. And I agree, Miranda's "Paris isn't magic" sure made it seem like it might be, in a small way. Thank you so much for taking it on!

Date: 2011-06-27 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
And I'm so happy that you liked the story! It was really, really fun to write.

Date: 2011-06-27 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raiderl.livejournal.com
I really like this, especially the last three paragraphs. Nicely done!

Date: 2011-06-27 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you thought.

Date: 2011-06-27 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ragelikeafire.livejournal.com
Oh dark and twisty. Angsty and morish. Short and sweet.

You nailed it as usual. Well done.

Rage out!

Date: 2011-06-28 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
It makes me really happy that you chose those words to describe this story. Thanks so much for reading and responding.

Date: 2011-06-28 05:35 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] bargara-b.livejournal.com
I love how your characters speak volumes in a few paragraphs. A lovely moment them -- fraught yet calm.

Date: 2011-07-02 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading!

Date: 2011-06-30 11:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ikbenniethier.livejournal.com
Great scene, and it is correct, Paris isn't magic, this story though is.

Date: 2011-07-02 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

Date: 2011-06-30 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jah728.livejournal.com
Wonderful.
Thanks for the read.

Date: 2011-07-02 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
My pleasure, thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it.

Date: 2011-06-30 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quiethearted.livejournal.com
Nicely done. A brief slice of time that reveals all.

Date: 2011-07-02 05:38 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-07-01 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theruinedcastle.livejournal.com
Oh, geez. I really like this. I like how they spend the entire night together talking and fucking and talking some more, talking about everything, except that one thing. I like how they know each other well ("A tic, not a ritual"), despite their time apart, and yet are hesitant to assume too much. I like that their eventual mutual understanding about something potentially life-changing is quiet and sort of not a huge deal, just the next logical step. Because no, Paris isn't magic -- I love that.

Anyway, I didn't mean to ramble so much! Thanks for the read!

Date: 2011-07-03 01:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thank you! I agree with you--they know each other well (in some respects, at least) even if they haven't spent enough time together to be able to tell what the future might be like beyond this next step.

Also: feel free to "ramble" in thoughtful, flattering ways any time you like! ;)

Date: 2011-07-01 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soukup.livejournal.com
I always love it when you let Miranda say so much under the surface, and I love the little clues you've given of how she's feeling and what the past year has been like for her ("They fucked ‘til it hurt, and even then Miranda wanted to stay close, wanted to stay awake"). I also like that Miranda's able to hold eye contact with a glass of wine. And Andy's right -- that was a very romantic thing to say, in context.

Thanks for this!

Date: 2011-07-03 01:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks, as always, for reading and commenting! If anybody could make the wine look back, it'd be Miranda.

Date: 2011-07-02 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cmhepple.livejournal.com
Wonderful - you certainly made Paris magical for me. I loved the hints of what their conversions were like and that they cared enough to keep plugging at it and laying some foundations for what could potentially come next. *happy sigh*

Date: 2011-07-03 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chainofclovers.livejournal.com
Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you thought. I really appreciate that.
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