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2 Crossover Ficlets | Remainder #160
Title: Eating Crow
Author: Coco |streeptastic | Madampresident on LJ | grrriliketigers on AO3
Fandom: Jane Adler/Miranda Priestly – It’s Complicated/Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: #158 - Second Chance
Word Count: 839
Summary: Set in my Jaranda Sports Stars AU. Jane has to apologize to Miranda
“You were running her all over the court!” Gabby hooted excitedly. “She looked like she hasn’t played in years.”
“She was very distracted.” Jane smirked. “I think she was really upset about those pictures in the tabloid.”
“Um, so?” Gabby furrowed her brow. “She’s the literal worst. She almost hit the ball boy with her racket, mom. On purpose.”
“You don’t know that she did it on purpose.” Jane shook her head.
“Moooom. Why are you defending Miranda Priestly?” Gabby demanded. “You won, can’t you just celebrate?”
“She was playing so badly; it doesn’t even feel like I won. It feels like she forfeited and I won on a technicality.” Jane shrugged.
“Well, you’ve broken the tie. You’re on top right now.”
Jane hummed thoughtfully. “I’ve been thinking about the tabloid. I don’t doubt that someone would be opportunistic to submit the pictures but what I can’t figure out… someone must have been watching those monitors like a hawk in order to catch something happening.”
“Mom.”
“Which, okay, maybe, but we’re the old people. Who cares about what we all get up to? Why was someone being so vigilant?”
“Mom!” Gabby interjected. “I did it. I went down to the security office and gave the kid the hot tip. He said he got five hundred bucks for those shots.”
“What?” Jane furrowed her brow.
“Yeah,” Gabby smiled, “and it worked even better than I thought it would; she was seconds away from a complete meltdown out there! Actually, I think the ball boy got off easy now that I think of it.”
“Gabby, I… I don’t have the words to convey to you how… angry I am right now.”
“Angry?” She furrowed her brow. “At me?”
Jane scoffed. “Yes. At you. For one, I told you to leave it alone. For two, do you think that I’m only able to beat Miranda if she’s distracted?”
“I… no, I…” Gabby stuttered.
“And it’s just… it’s despicable Gabby. Consider yourself lucky that your sexual dalliances are not of any particular note to the tabloids. Maybe it’s because I kept a very low profile and kept you kids as far away from that part of my career as I could, but it is horrible when your personal choices are put on display for everyone to see and judge. And I’m lucky, the tabloids were all very nice to me up until my divorce. Do you remember those pictures that got snapped of me while I was at the post office and the tabloids printed that I was in ruins? I was running an errand without makeup! I was hardly in ruins. And why did I have to have total strangers pitying me for having a philandering husband? Those two months of near constant bombardment was horrible and that’s been Miranda’s whole career.”
“Because she’s horrible!” Gabby insisted.
“Gabrielle Theresa Adler.” Jane snapped. “No one deserves to be treated that poorly! And the fact that you don’t see how wrong it was, is giving me serious pause about whether you should continue to be my manager.”
“Fuck, mom, are you firing me?” Gabby demanded.
“I need you to think, really think, about what you did and if you can look me in the eye tomorrow and be sincerely sorry that you did that and understand why it was wrong of you, then I want you to still be my manager. I want you to be my manager but I need to be able to trust your instincts. If I can’t trust your instincts, this doesn’t work.”
Jane grabbed her purse off the side table.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go apologize to Miranda. So, thanks for putting me in that situation.” Jane smirked.
++
Miranda opened the door and looked at Jane warily. “What do you want, Jane? Are you here to gloat?”
“Can I come in? I don’t want to do this in the hallway.” Jane sighed.
Miranda stepped aside and Jane entered. Miranda folded her arms and watched her expectantly.
“I owe you an apology.” Jane admitted with a sigh. “It was Gabby.”
Miranda furrowed her brow.
“And she knew to do it because I mentioned that I ran into you in the hallway. I told her to forget about it but she went behind my back. I know it doesn’t fix anything to know but I am sorry.”
“No, it doesn’t fix anything.” Miranda crossed her arms. “But thank you for telling me.”
“Can I… can I take you out for a drink or something?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Please? I just want to do something however small.”
Miranda paused for a moment, “you didn’t have to come and tell me and I do appreciate that. Alright.” She nodded. “But not here at the hotel. Emily’s treating me like an exigent volcano and I certainly don’t want to run into Pierre.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine. I don’t think you actually hit him that hard when you threw your racket.”
Miranda sighed as she grabbed her purse.
Title: Oh, Merde
Author: Coco |streeptastic | Madampresident on LJ | grrriliketigers on AO3
Fandom: Fandom: Jane Adler/Miranda Priestly – It’s Complicated/Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: #159 - pretty
Word Count: 864
Summary: Set in my Jaranda Sports Stars AU. Jane goes back to Miranda's room.
Miranda set down her empty glass and announced. “I want to dance.” She pushed out her chair and Jane followed. The two women wobbled on unsteady legs and Miranda took a misstep and almost went down, Jane catching her and they both laughed.
“Cold water.” Jane said over the loud thumping music.
“What?”
Jane took Miranda’s hand and pulled her to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and then cupped her hands under the stream and tossed it at Miranda.
Miranda gasped in shock. “You’re a dead woman!”
Jane grinned, “bet you feel less drunk though.”
Miranda reached into the sink and returned the favor. Jane laughed in surprise, wiping the water from her face. “Bracing.”
“You’re the worst.” Miranda grabbed a handful of paper towels and blotted her face. She looked over at Jane. “You’re making a mess of your makeup.”
Miranda grabbed a fresh paper towel and slid it over the contour of her face, wiping away smudged mascara and streaky lines of foundation.
“How do I look?” Jane whispered.
Miranda studied her eyes for a moment, biting her own lip contemplatively before she leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. Jane tilted her head and Miranda kissed her more firmly, deepening the kiss. Jane wrapped an arm around Miranda and Miranda pushed her back against the wall of the small bathroom.
Jane felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her feeling Miranda’s body pressing close, insistently. Jane’s hand strayed lower, cupping a generous amount of her nemesis’s ass which was just as firm as it looked.
The kiss ended and they separated breathlessly. Miranda took a step back, much steadier on her feet this time. “We should get going. We have a match tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Jane agreed, cheeks still red.
Miranda pulled out her phone and ordered an uber.
**
“We might have a problem.” Nigel said into the phone before Emily had a chance to greet him. “I lost her.”
“How could you?” Emily rolled her eyes. “You had one job.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m her nutritionist, not her babysitter!” Nigel snapped.
“You’re the one who said she should go to a gay bar to stay out of trouble and you’d be there the whole time. That’s what you said.”
“Well… I was here the whole time…” Nigel said sheepishly. “I just may have gotten a little distracted…”
There was a long pause. “Hold on, she just ordered an uber. She’s coming back to the hotel. Crisis averted hopefully.”
“Okay, then I think I’m going to stay here for a little bit…” Nigel grinned, looking back at his earlier dancing partner.
Emily hung up. “Ugh, am I the only one having no fun on this tour?” She hmphed, flopping back down into bed and putting her mouth guard in. “If I can’t have fun, maybe I can at least get a good night’s sleep.” She pulled her eye mask back down and closed her eyes.
**
Miranda and Jane walked down the hallway, key cards in hand. “Did we seriously get rooms across from each other again?” Jane asked as Miranda stopped in front of a door.
“It appears that we did.” Miranda nodded. She leaned against the door, turning the key card over in her hand idly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Jane had crossed the hallway before she’d realized she’d decided to. Her hands were in Miranda’s hair before she could think better of it and her lips crashed down on the other woman’s. Miranda wrapped an arm around Jane, fumbling with her key card blindly. Finally, the lock clicked and the door opened and the two spilled into Miranda’s suite.
Miranda stripped out of her jacket and pulled off her tee before pulling Jane back in for another kiss. Her hands found the hem of Jane’s shirt and Jane took Miranda’s hands and moved them down to her ass. Miranda squeezed, dragging her closer and Jane moaned.
Jane attempted to maneuver them to the bed and Miranda stumbled. She landed on the edge of the bed and, along with the comforter and pillows, slid to the floor and managing to knock over the end table.
Jane’s eyes widened, biting her lip nervously. After a moment Miranda let out a bemused laugh. Jane grinned, getting down onto the floor with the other woman. She wrapped an arm around her, drawing her in for a kiss, her other hand travelling down Miranda’s taut stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of her slacks.
“Oh, merde.” Miranda cried out.
**
Andy awoke with a start, hearing the clattering in the adjoining room. She sat up in bed, yawning widely and rubbing her eyes. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to shake the sleep away to determine the level of concern she should be registering.
She strained to hear but was met with only silence.
Just when she was about to knock to see if Miranda was alright, she heard Miranda laugh and then a pause and then the older woman moaned a string of French obscenities.
“Sounds like Pierre came back for more.” Andy grumbled, pulling the pillow over her ears. “Shouldn’t five star hotels have thicker walls?”
Author: Coco |
streeptastic | Madampresident on LJ | grrriliketigers on AO3Fandom: Jane Adler/Miranda Priestly – It’s Complicated/Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: #158 - Second Chance
Word Count: 839
Summary: Set in my Jaranda Sports Stars AU. Jane has to apologize to Miranda
“You were running her all over the court!” Gabby hooted excitedly. “She looked like she hasn’t played in years.”
“She was very distracted.” Jane smirked. “I think she was really upset about those pictures in the tabloid.”
“Um, so?” Gabby furrowed her brow. “She’s the literal worst. She almost hit the ball boy with her racket, mom. On purpose.”
“You don’t know that she did it on purpose.” Jane shook her head.
“Moooom. Why are you defending Miranda Priestly?” Gabby demanded. “You won, can’t you just celebrate?”
“She was playing so badly; it doesn’t even feel like I won. It feels like she forfeited and I won on a technicality.” Jane shrugged.
“Well, you’ve broken the tie. You’re on top right now.”
Jane hummed thoughtfully. “I’ve been thinking about the tabloid. I don’t doubt that someone would be opportunistic to submit the pictures but what I can’t figure out… someone must have been watching those monitors like a hawk in order to catch something happening.”
“Mom.”
“Which, okay, maybe, but we’re the old people. Who cares about what we all get up to? Why was someone being so vigilant?”
“Mom!” Gabby interjected. “I did it. I went down to the security office and gave the kid the hot tip. He said he got five hundred bucks for those shots.”
“What?” Jane furrowed her brow.
“Yeah,” Gabby smiled, “and it worked even better than I thought it would; she was seconds away from a complete meltdown out there! Actually, I think the ball boy got off easy now that I think of it.”
“Gabby, I… I don’t have the words to convey to you how… angry I am right now.”
“Angry?” She furrowed her brow. “At me?”
Jane scoffed. “Yes. At you. For one, I told you to leave it alone. For two, do you think that I’m only able to beat Miranda if she’s distracted?”
“I… no, I…” Gabby stuttered.
“And it’s just… it’s despicable Gabby. Consider yourself lucky that your sexual dalliances are not of any particular note to the tabloids. Maybe it’s because I kept a very low profile and kept you kids as far away from that part of my career as I could, but it is horrible when your personal choices are put on display for everyone to see and judge. And I’m lucky, the tabloids were all very nice to me up until my divorce. Do you remember those pictures that got snapped of me while I was at the post office and the tabloids printed that I was in ruins? I was running an errand without makeup! I was hardly in ruins. And why did I have to have total strangers pitying me for having a philandering husband? Those two months of near constant bombardment was horrible and that’s been Miranda’s whole career.”
“Because she’s horrible!” Gabby insisted.
“Gabrielle Theresa Adler.” Jane snapped. “No one deserves to be treated that poorly! And the fact that you don’t see how wrong it was, is giving me serious pause about whether you should continue to be my manager.”
“Fuck, mom, are you firing me?” Gabby demanded.
“I need you to think, really think, about what you did and if you can look me in the eye tomorrow and be sincerely sorry that you did that and understand why it was wrong of you, then I want you to still be my manager. I want you to be my manager but I need to be able to trust your instincts. If I can’t trust your instincts, this doesn’t work.”
Jane grabbed her purse off the side table.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go apologize to Miranda. So, thanks for putting me in that situation.” Jane smirked.
++
Miranda opened the door and looked at Jane warily. “What do you want, Jane? Are you here to gloat?”
“Can I come in? I don’t want to do this in the hallway.” Jane sighed.
Miranda stepped aside and Jane entered. Miranda folded her arms and watched her expectantly.
“I owe you an apology.” Jane admitted with a sigh. “It was Gabby.”
Miranda furrowed her brow.
“And she knew to do it because I mentioned that I ran into you in the hallway. I told her to forget about it but she went behind my back. I know it doesn’t fix anything to know but I am sorry.”
“No, it doesn’t fix anything.” Miranda crossed her arms. “But thank you for telling me.”
“Can I… can I take you out for a drink or something?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Please? I just want to do something however small.”
Miranda paused for a moment, “you didn’t have to come and tell me and I do appreciate that. Alright.” She nodded. “But not here at the hotel. Emily’s treating me like an exigent volcano and I certainly don’t want to run into Pierre.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine. I don’t think you actually hit him that hard when you threw your racket.”
Miranda sighed as she grabbed her purse.
Title: Oh, Merde
Author: Coco |
streeptastic | Madampresident on LJ | grrriliketigers on AO3Fandom: Fandom: Jane Adler/Miranda Priestly – It’s Complicated/Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: #159 - pretty
Word Count: 864
Summary: Set in my Jaranda Sports Stars AU. Jane goes back to Miranda's room.
Miranda set down her empty glass and announced. “I want to dance.” She pushed out her chair and Jane followed. The two women wobbled on unsteady legs and Miranda took a misstep and almost went down, Jane catching her and they both laughed.
“Cold water.” Jane said over the loud thumping music.
“What?”
Jane took Miranda’s hand and pulled her to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and then cupped her hands under the stream and tossed it at Miranda.
Miranda gasped in shock. “You’re a dead woman!”
Jane grinned, “bet you feel less drunk though.”
Miranda reached into the sink and returned the favor. Jane laughed in surprise, wiping the water from her face. “Bracing.”
“You’re the worst.” Miranda grabbed a handful of paper towels and blotted her face. She looked over at Jane. “You’re making a mess of your makeup.”
Miranda grabbed a fresh paper towel and slid it over the contour of her face, wiping away smudged mascara and streaky lines of foundation.
“How do I look?” Jane whispered.
Miranda studied her eyes for a moment, biting her own lip contemplatively before she leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. Jane tilted her head and Miranda kissed her more firmly, deepening the kiss. Jane wrapped an arm around Miranda and Miranda pushed her back against the wall of the small bathroom.
Jane felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her feeling Miranda’s body pressing close, insistently. Jane’s hand strayed lower, cupping a generous amount of her nemesis’s ass which was just as firm as it looked.
The kiss ended and they separated breathlessly. Miranda took a step back, much steadier on her feet this time. “We should get going. We have a match tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Jane agreed, cheeks still red.
Miranda pulled out her phone and ordered an uber.
**
“We might have a problem.” Nigel said into the phone before Emily had a chance to greet him. “I lost her.”
“How could you?” Emily rolled her eyes. “You had one job.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m her nutritionist, not her babysitter!” Nigel snapped.
“You’re the one who said she should go to a gay bar to stay out of trouble and you’d be there the whole time. That’s what you said.”
“Well… I was here the whole time…” Nigel said sheepishly. “I just may have gotten a little distracted…”
There was a long pause. “Hold on, she just ordered an uber. She’s coming back to the hotel. Crisis averted hopefully.”
“Okay, then I think I’m going to stay here for a little bit…” Nigel grinned, looking back at his earlier dancing partner.
Emily hung up. “Ugh, am I the only one having no fun on this tour?” She hmphed, flopping back down into bed and putting her mouth guard in. “If I can’t have fun, maybe I can at least get a good night’s sleep.” She pulled her eye mask back down and closed her eyes.
**
Miranda and Jane walked down the hallway, key cards in hand. “Did we seriously get rooms across from each other again?” Jane asked as Miranda stopped in front of a door.
“It appears that we did.” Miranda nodded. She leaned against the door, turning the key card over in her hand idly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Jane had crossed the hallway before she’d realized she’d decided to. Her hands were in Miranda’s hair before she could think better of it and her lips crashed down on the other woman’s. Miranda wrapped an arm around Jane, fumbling with her key card blindly. Finally, the lock clicked and the door opened and the two spilled into Miranda’s suite.
Miranda stripped out of her jacket and pulled off her tee before pulling Jane back in for another kiss. Her hands found the hem of Jane’s shirt and Jane took Miranda’s hands and moved them down to her ass. Miranda squeezed, dragging her closer and Jane moaned.
Jane attempted to maneuver them to the bed and Miranda stumbled. She landed on the edge of the bed and, along with the comforter and pillows, slid to the floor and managing to knock over the end table.
Jane’s eyes widened, biting her lip nervously. After a moment Miranda let out a bemused laugh. Jane grinned, getting down onto the floor with the other woman. She wrapped an arm around her, drawing her in for a kiss, her other hand travelling down Miranda’s taut stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of her slacks.
“Oh, merde.” Miranda cried out.
**
Andy awoke with a start, hearing the clattering in the adjoining room. She sat up in bed, yawning widely and rubbing her eyes. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to shake the sleep away to determine the level of concern she should be registering.
She strained to hear but was met with only silence.
Just when she was about to knock to see if Miranda was alright, she heard Miranda laugh and then a pause and then the older woman moaned a string of French obscenities.
“Sounds like Pierre came back for more.” Andy grumbled, pulling the pillow over her ears. “Shouldn’t five star hotels have thicker walls?”