{miranda priestly x reader - older woman x younger woman}
BACK IN THE DAYS #ending one
chapters one - ten
miranda x rayna/reader (if this isn’t your ship, scroll to the bottom for alt endings)
warnings - eighteen & over mdni, grief, anxiety, angst, fluff, flash forward, age gap relationship, slow-burn, old school romance, wholesome, mommy priestly smut, andy angst.
author’s note - it’s inspired by the first & second dwp, reader has a name, part of three alt endings, thank you sapphics 💞
Location - Manhattan Airport
Status - Single
The tears keep coming, unable to stop feeling the emotions you held so tightly inside during these three months of hard work for your mother.
She’s free at last and heard all over the world.
No longer ignored or shamed for struggling with her mental health and addiction.
People will be able to see a different side to her than what the media portrayed for years.
The Heartbreaker and wildfire from Paris, yes. Always the life of the party, but so much more.
They’ll be introduced to her humour and joy, her intelligence and kindness, the way she viewed life with her inner child. The way she loved fiercely.
It’s bittersweet, but worth it.
You manage to change in the back of the car, with some privacy. From your mother’s revenge dress to sweatpants, a hoodie and dark shades.
As you’re making your way through the airport, you can see people huddled over their phones watching the recordings and interviews released just less than an hour ago.
Your legacy will not be Runway magazine, as your Irv intended. Your legacy will be what your mother left inside of you, to conquer your giants and win.
That strength and courage Miranda Priestly spoke into you in her study when you were eight. These are the fruits, what you’ve done tonight.
When you board your flight, you’re directed to first class, where you intend on finishing the second half of ‘Song of Achilles’, after not touching it since that flight with Andy to Paris.
Fortunately, you don’t get the chance because the same woman who spoke those words into you is waiting for you in the seat next to yours.
Miranda Priestly.
cue miranda’s theme this chapter ⤵️
You remove your shades, surprised.
“What are you doing here?”, a grin unintentionally spreading across your face.
She removes her glasses.
“Cassidy gave us her blessing and this was her gift…something about not wanting me to miss out on true love”, she waves her hand.
For someone who’s just delivered a powerful speech, you’re left utterly speechless.
Cassie did this for you both?
You wonder how long she’s been planning it.
“But I left before you?”, your tone suspicious.
“But you forget, my driver is faster than yours”, she grins and she’s beautiful like this.
Making a warmth spread across your heart.
“God, what a day”, you laugh, finally sitting down with her. The newest owner of Runway.
Miranda is regarding you with something that looks like desire, pride and gratitude in her eyes.
“Rayna…I don’t know what to say to you”.
And for once you can tell she’s genuinely struggling to come up with words herself.
“Then don’t…we have time now, don’t we?”.
“Yes, always”.
You exhale and close your eyes to rest them.
But not for long.
“I still want that date first”, she voices quietly.
This makes you laugh.
“I just gave you everything I owned, doesn’t that get me in?”, your grin wide, heart pumping with excitement over the idea of seeing her naked.
“Not at all. I won’t be bought Rayna de Crèvecœur. I want to be courted”.
Your eyes widen remembering you just dropped your last name in front of the whole world.
Miranda covers her mouth laughing at your face.
“Well, that’ll take some getting used to”, your head shaking slightly. “What a day”, you repeat.
“And fine. Miranda Priestly, you’ll be courted to your heart’s desire, whatever you want, darling”.
“Thank you”, the older woman reaches to hold your hand in hers. It’s soft and warm and perfect in every way. Could this really be your life?
“How long can you stay, before you have to start your new job?”, you wink at her.
A woman CEO, she’s about to change it all up.
“I’ve taken a week off”.
A lot of dates could be had during this time.
“Perfect”.
You spend this time together in the South of France staying with your great aunt, who immediately warms to your date.
They chit chat in French together.
Miranda’s given the studio detached from the big house for her own privacy and peace. She’s elated to be right next to the lavender fields, the type she wrote to you about in those early letters.
And the exact same you decorated your Paris dining table with the night of the dinner.
You opt to stay in your mother’s favourite room in the mansion. She was the one who bought this land and vineyard to build on it for her aunt, the mother who raised her when her own couldn’t.
Instead of taking the older woman to a fancy restaurant, which she experiences all the time. Your date is actually also here at the vineyard.
Grape stomping is what you decide on, due to your shared love of wine (moderately) and the picture Andy said she keeps in her office drawer.
Your great aunt who’s name Rosalie suits her character, sets you up with vats and of course tonnes of grapes to privately enjoy treading over.
She leaves you to it, knowing how special this moment is because for years she’s heard you yap about Miranda Priestly, who’s finally here.
At first you do it individually beside one another, starting off slow and a little shy. Neither of you quite experienced with the activity.
You gaze at her with a bright smile, not quite believing this is really happening. From writing letters about it to actually doing it together.
When you start to feel your feet get into rhythm, you decide you want to be with her, so you hop over to ambush the older woman in her vat.
Being in closer proximity somehow makes you both unable to stop from laughing throughout the stomping. It’s surreal and kind of intimate.
She grabs onto your shirt when she almost slips.
So you secure her, by making her hold onto your waist. You’re now even closer, breathing in each other’s air, feeling her warmth and soft skin.
Suddenly the laughter dies down and there’s a quietness that replaces it in the atmosphere.
The squishy sound of the grapes being stomped beneath your barefeet is the only sound left.
A pink flush appears on the older woman’s cheeks, matching your own hot face.
You swallow nervously.
“Are you enjoying the date?”, your voice hushed.
Her gaze finds yours.
“It’s perfect…everything is”.
“Aunt Rosalie, your family, the meals shared with them. I feel happy here with you”.
She laughs suddenly.
“I was actually wishing I could stay longer”.
Your heart bursts with joy.
“Me too…they adore you Miranda”.
She smiles thoughtfully.
“In another life, I think I could permanently live in the South of France”, her hand caresses your cheek a few times.
Your grin is wide, leaning into her touch.
“I could see that…but I choose this version of us”, your hand covers hers on your face.
“I choose the you in front of me now”, you add.
There’s a quiet moment where you just stare into each other eyes, letting the truth flow out.
However, a brief noise disrupts you, causing your gaze to avert in that direction instead.
“Do you?”, her eyes are glassy.
“Of course”, your voice holds so much passion.
You’re also making sure you’re still alone here.
“Then why are you still having sex with Andrea?”, her voice soft, but the delivery is lethal.
Your search halts.
Pausing on the grapes too.
She’s still holding onto your waist.
Your mouth opens and closes.
“Miranda, I…”, your eyes lock with hers, which warn you to choose your next words carefully.
“I’m gonna break things off with her…”, your tone is softer. “It hasn’t been the right time”.
“Andy helped me so much with this project and when you weren’t replying to me, I kind of spiralled and we were messing around. I wasn’t in a good-”
Her lips press on yours firmly, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to bring you to her.
She kisses you again and again, as if she doesn’t want to hear it further, until you melt on her mouth and switch your brain off.
All you can think of is how good she tastes.
You’ve missed her style of making out with you.
The older woman pulls back, watching your face.
As you part your lips to speak she pushes her tongue inside, not giving you another chance.
This time you hum when she lets her other hand travel from your waist to squeeze your ass.
Miranda Priestly steps back to gaze at you.
“Do I really need to fuck her out of your system? Mhm? Will you then have enough discipline to not think with your pussy every time you see her?”.
Yes, actually .
“No, it’s not like that, I do have discipline”.
You sigh heavily.
“I’ll break things off with her, okay?”, your heart squeezes at the thought.
“Fine, don’t disappoint me”.
You nod, the cogs in your head turning.
“I can do it now”, you decide impulsively.
There’s no way you’re not having sex with her whilst on this trip. So, if it means ripping off the bandaid then so be it. You’re all adults.
Andrea will understand, right?
“I didn’t mean right this second, you can have time to properly sit down with her”, she watches you climb out of the vat, dip in the cold water to rinse, before running indoors barefoot.
"Pourquoi tu te presses? Tout va bien?", Rosalie grabs your shoulders to prevent you bumping into her in the hallway.
"Oui! Désolé. Tout est parfait. J'ai juste oublié de faire un truc”, your feet quickly take you upstairs.
You grab the landline in the room you’re staying in and dial Andy’s number.
It rings for a long time.
“Hello, Andrea Sachs, speaking?”, she answers.
Her voice instantly feels like a blanket.
Your heart thuds, already hurting.
You move from the bed to sit on the ground.
“It’s me”, your voice soft, melancholic.
“Ray! We need to get you a new phone! I forgot you planned to throw yours out!
“Are you safe?”.
“Yes Andy, thank you. How are you?”
“Emotional still! I’ve been getting so many emails and calls on this article, it’s wild, in the best way”.
“You did amazing, thank you again”.
“And also! Your speech is everywhere!”
“I know you’ll be taking a long sabbatical from social media, or any media at that, but our project has been a huge success already in a few days”.
“Regina’s voice is being heard nonstop”.
You feel a little nauseous, she’s so happy. God, are you the worst person in the world?
“I’m so proud of our work Andy…and you”.
“I’m extremely proud to you too Ray”.
How can you discard her this way?
She’s one of your best friends and worked every night almost, more than anyone else to help you deliver this speech and article to the world.
But then again, she discarded you once too to get ahead with Emily, so it’s now even.
She did apologise though and she changed.
However, the last months were purely just sex on your side, right? You were waiting for Miranda. She’ll understand.
andy x rayna fwb cycle ⤵️
“Are you okay? You sound a little…”
“I’m fine”, you sigh.
There’s a quietness that passes.
“But Andy-”
“You’re breaking things off with me”, she announces instead, in the same manner she beat you to saying you were in love with Miranda that first day you spoke to her on the yacht.
She already knows.
“What? How did you…”
“First of all you sound super sad and you’re speaking all weird and formal, so there’s that and maybe how Miranda left right after you”.
“Cassie told me about her gift to her mom, indirectly telling me to back off”, she laughs lightly but you can tell there’s sadness in it.
“Andy…I’m so sorry. I wanted to figure out with you the feelings you expressed, about maybe being in an open relationship with me and Em”.
“I’m sorry, I’m not able to give this to you”.
“I was so moved that your conditions to her included the love we share…I wish I could do the same for you with Miranda”.
“But she’s very monogamous and doesn’t want to share me. I do also think I would struggle too, being in an open relationship…maybe”.
There’s complete silence on the other end.
And then sniffing.
“It’s okay…I’m too late”, her voice is small.
“I kind of guessed deep down when you didn’t bring it up that it wouldn’t be a yes”.
“I was slowly accepting it…”
“But, I can’t lie Ray…it hurts so much”, she openly starts to sobs and it’s crushes your heart.
“I had a little hope whilst we were working on this article side by side everyday”.
“That maybe it could work out somehow”.
You swallow a big lump in your throat, your own tears silently streaming down your face.
“I’m sorry”, is all you can manage.
Another silence, this time longer.
She’s still crying.
“Andy, I wish I had been more clear and figured out my feelings sooner, rather than ignore the topic. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings”.
Her sniffs are the only thing letting you know she’s still listening.
“I felt so overwhelmed by it, especially because we worked together so well on this project. The sex made it difficult too, I can’t lie. But I should have done this in person with you. You deserve that at least. I’m sorry it’s over the phone”.
“Ray, I don’t know if I can do this right now…I think I should go, but I heard you and I can accept it with time…”
“I may not reach out for a while, just because it’s too painful, but I hope one day when we’ve both grown, we can start again as friends?”.
Now it’s your turn to sob.
“Okay Andy…please take care”.
“You too…love-, see you”.
And just like that, she’s gone.
It feels so abrupt.
You sigh heavily and climb on your bed to cry
After a few hours, Miranda comes to find you, sheepishly opening your door and closing it behind herself.
She slides onto your bed, bringing your back close to her front in a cuddling position.
“Rayna, I said you didn’t have to do all this right now, without thought”.
“These things are delicate matters, that should be handled with more…consideration”.
“I couldn’t do in person, I tried”, you mumble.
“You tried before today?, she’s curious.
“Yes. I don’t know how people do it”.
“Well, you’ve done it now. I know it hurts you, but it will pass, as we make our lives together.”
You turn around, facing her with a tear stained face. Her eyes soften in that way you love.
Her hand reaches for you, slowly wiping you clean, even as you continue to cry.
“I’m very proud of you Rayna”, she coos.
“Everything will work out, you’ll see”.
All you want right now is to forget what you’ve just done to Andy, because it doesn’t feel good.
You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up with her on the bed, but not wanting to sour the mood for the rest of her trip, you decide to take her beyond the vineyard later towards evening.
There rests a big beautiful tree you adore, ever since your first visit here as a child.
It’s a space that’s secluded from everything else, like a secret garden, where no one can interrupt.
Both of you have changed from your grape stomping outfits into summer dresses.
Yours is a short little thing.
Hers especially hugs her in such a way your eyes follow her every move and heart, although heavy, won’t stop beating fast.
She belongs in this environment.
You can really see it.
If only her work didn’t require her to be tied down to Manhattan, you’d both thrive here. As people who’ve always deeply appreciated the quiet.
So, while she has her notes from work, you bring along a picnic blanket and basket with finger foods. Most importantly a bottle of wine from your great aunt, which you almost finish between yourselves as soon as you sit down.
You blame the walk for making you thirsty, forgetting to pack basic water.
Miranda is the one who reminds you to watch how many glasses you’ve downed, not that she’s doing any better.
In all honesty the guilt is eating you up inside, you want to forget how you just handled Andy.
Both of you are a little tipsy and carefree, similar to the night of your dinner with her in Paris.
enter rayna’s sugar baby era ⤵️ 🫦
The older woman sits against the tree reading, while you’re lying down watching her, with a desperate feeling growing in your gut.
Her eyes find you every few seconds, then go back to her work, as if unable to focus. She’s never had any trouble with this before.
A small smile stretches on your lips, when you get an idea to test out this little theory of yours. A distracted Miranda Priestly could be fun.
You give it a few more minutes, before casually turning over to lie on your stomach, hitching your dress up even more while she still looks away. Making your panties peek through.
Can she be seduced by this alone?
You wait patiently, until her eyes seem as if they’re about to glance your way. That’s when you decide to turn your head away from her.
It feels like she goes back to her work when nothing happens. You don’t want to turn back around so soon and make it obvious.
So, you wait again.
In the meantime, you hear nothing but the birds and little critters going about their evening.
It’s so peaceful, you could fall asleep easily.
However, you don’t get the chance, hearing the older woman close her book and rummage through her bag for a long time.
There’s a lot of clinking as if something is being built or arranged, before quiet again.
“Come to me”, her voice dips into your ear, fingers trailing down the back of your dress, until they stop right on your panties.
You bite your bottom lip with excitement when you feel her on your skin. Then she moves away.
Not fair, she can’t be brief, you need more. Just as you turn around to demand, you’re met with a hard and thick surprise.
Miranda Priestly is wearing a strap, sitting with her dress halfway up and her back against the tree, like a goddess ready to take her maiden.
It’s much bigger than the one you used on Andy.
It suits her energy.
You mouth parts at the sight of both her and this thing in front of you. Why is it so big?
Does she think you’re used to the size?
Why did she have it already packed with her, unless she always intended to give it to you, maybe that’s why she didn’t want you to rush ending things with the brunette.
You’ve never actually had anyone strap you before, always have been on the other side.
“Miranda-”
“I said come to me”, her voice a little more stern.
Oh this excites your body.
You crawl over, until you’re close to her legs.
“Take off that little dress”, she licks her lips.
Not wanting to make her grow impatient, you do as you’re told, leaving you in your bra and panties.
“And everything else”, her tone still even.
She watches you carefully as you strip off what’s left on your body, until you’re completely naked for the first time in front her.
Miranda pauses, eyes trailing you shamelessly.
“God look at you…I wouldn’t have had the discipline had you come to me this way”
“I would have just taken you right there in my study, all those years ago”, her index finger playfully tracing her big toy.
You swallow hard.
‘I wish you had’, you want to say.
“Give mommy a kiss”, she smiles, excited.
You scoot closer until you’re right in between her legs, feeling her bulge against your stomach as you slowly capture her lips in a gentle kiss.
She’s quick to feed you her tongue, while your hand caresses her arm, then chest, moving downwards to her stomach, until you can feel where she’s hitched up her dress.
The older woman deepens the kiss, her hand on your back bringing you closer.
This is not time to be shy.
Your hand continues down, until wrapped around the strap. It’s exciting and nerve wrecking when you imagine it entering you.
“You dirty girl”, she whispers on your lips when you start to pretend jerk her off, giving her some kind of stimulation in the process.
At first you think it’s not doing much, until she’s mumbling louder against your mouth. So, you pick up speed, adding your other hand down there to actually touch her starved hot button.
That’s when she comes alive for you, whispering more filth, watching the way your breasts bounce quickly with this motion, until she can’t take it.
Miranda grabs a fistful of your hair, directing your head just like that day she so spanked you raw.
This time to her aching pussy.
With your hand still jerking her off, you suck on her button at the same time.
It’s drives her crazy.
You’re too caught up in how delicious her juices taste to even hear some the obscene things she’s saying, so you just hum on her in agreement.
The next you can feel is your head being squeezed between her thighs and a muffled cry.
She tugs you up to give you the sloppiest kiss.
Her grip still tight in your hair.
“Before I fuck her out of your system, I want to you to now give mommy’s cock a kiss”.
“The more you kiss it good, the easier it will slide in that tight little cunt of yours”.
“You understand?”, she asks.
“Yes mommy”, you’re dipping wet already.
This time she doesn’t guide you, only watches as you wrap your hand again and start taking it in your mouth, inch by inch.
Her eyes are almost dark with dilation, she gazes down at you with parted lips, salivating like a predator before taking its prey.
“That’s it princess, keep going”.
“Show mommy how well you swallow her cock”.
Her fingers rub circles on your back.
When you feel yourself start to gag on it, you pull out, afraid to choke and take long licks all around it, coating it with your spit.
“Try again”, she lifts her hips.
“Don’t be so tense babygirl”, her voice low.
This time her hand reaches for your head when you attach yourself to her, locking you in.
How the fuck did Andy do this so gracefully?
“Relax your jaw”, she instructs, watching you struggle a little.
Her expression is curious before she asks
“Have you ever done this before?”.
You shake your head.
She slowly pulls out of mouth.
“I’m sorry…I assumed, I shouldn’t have”.
You take a deep breath, your eyes watery.
“Hey, it’s okay…I’m super turned on”.
Her face relaxes a little.
“Rayna, has anyone ever been inside you…like this?”, referring to the strap.
“Not with a cock, fingers sort of…I’m always in your role actually, that’s why”, you smile.
She’s slightly taken aback.
“Really?”, in disbelief.
“Yes really, why?”.
She shakes her head slowly.
“I never would’ve guessed”, she’s stunned.
Great, like mother like daughter. Cassie’s not the only one who thinks you only give bottom energy.
“Maybe let’s start with just fingers”, she grins in that cocky way that gives you butterflies, but is also slightly mocking you.
“Fine. Can I see you too?”, you ask, tugging at her hitched up summer dress.
“Of course, help me out of this”.
Your hands move quick to unzip her when she turns around. Her arms reach above her head as you pull the whole thing over her.
“I can try again”, you watch as she removes the strap from herself.
rayna 4 mommy priestly ⤵️ 🫦
She’s left naked just like you, under the tree, with a beautifully sculpted body, that beats all the ways you’ve ever imagined her this way.
“I’m no brute Rayna, we’ll take it slow”, she moves towards you.
‘Well I am’, you say to yourself, thinking of the ways you’ve made women scream into your pillows, hoping one day you’ll stun Miranda again, only this time, she’ll be the one full of you.
The older woman’s touch is more delicate this round, helping you lie down on the picnic blanket, before climbing on top of you.
Her kisses are much more tender too, as if it’s your first time. Maybe that’s her intention.
Your hand being impatient, wanting to please her as well, travels in between her legs. She jerks at the contact and halts you
“I should extend my statement to say, though I’m no brute, it doesn’t mean I’ll let you do whatever. I own this body now…it’s mine”, tracing you.
“So, you’ll obey my word”.
“Do I make myself clear?”.
You swallow nervously, what if she spanks you?
“Yes mommy, very clear”.
She sighs, satisfied with your immediate answer.
“Good girl…now where was I”.
The older woman makes eye contact with you, holding your gaze as she wets her index finger and thumb in her mouth, before slipping them between your legs. It’s incredibly hot.
You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning before she’s even gone inside.
“Are you ready, princess?”.
‘Only for my whole my life’, you think.
“Always for mommy”, is what you actually say.
Miranda pushes her index finger first, only a couple of inches, slowing stretching out your needy pussy. You’ve needed her badly.
Her thumb rests on your sweet button, gently making circles on it. Not in your imagination.
Your face burns up from her watching you so intently, licking her lips at your little squirms.
The fact that you’re already dripping wet creates such lewd noises. She of course revels in hearing you this way, picking up her pace to make it all the more louder in the atmosphere.
There’s only so much you can do to repress your vocal reactions, not wanting to embarrass yourself when her eyes are on you.
Miranda sees it as a challenge, inserting her middle finger inside to fill you up more tightly.
You can’t take it, especially when she pumps and curls to aim for your sweet spot. Your whimpering starts out small, controlled, until she resumes moving her thumb on your entrance.
Your mouth parts and at last she hears you loud and clear, writhing underneath her strong hold
“Is this how I fucked you in your fantasies?”, she asks so softly, you almost miss it.
But you nod, releasing a strained moan.
“God, you’re delicious”, she bites her lip, now pounding at your pussy with passion.
“I would have enjoyed you very much…”
“Me too…”, you can barely speak.
“I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself, if I’d started fucking you back then”, she reveals.
“I love the way your cunt sounds on me”.
“I should…”.
She slides herself down, slowing her hand for moment, before her mouth latches onto your glistening pussy, tasting for you the first time.
“Mmmhm…sweet Rayna…you are indeed sweet”, her tongue laps up your arousal in between her words. Your fantasy come to life.
This, you can’t take for sure.
She doesn’t get a few more licks and pumps in you simultaneously before you’re writhing under her, reaching your powerful orgasm.
Your hand covers your mouth, just before you cry out, looking up above at your favourite big tree.
It’s not like you see much, as your eyes begin to roll back and your toes curl, while Miranda continues thrusting into you and cleaning you up.
This might just be the best climax of your life.
“Stop”, you speak softly, pushing her away.
“Too sensitive”, your voice breathy.
The older woman comes up from you and collapses beside your naked body.
There’s a breeze in the air, cooling you both down as the evening sun begins to set.
What a day.
“I could do this all night”, Miranda admits quietly.
Your head whips around to face her and you grin at each other, still high in the sapphic heavens.
“Then let’s do it, after dinner”, you suggest.
Her gaze is unwavering, sparkling even.
“It’s a date”, her arms cross behind her head.
“You have nice tits”, she adds.
This makes you laugh out loud.
Your body scooting to hers.
“Well, you have a beautiful ass…”
“I’ve always watched it my whole life”, you’re grinning again, unable to stop yourself.
“Rayna!”, she gasps playfully.
“You really are so dirty”, she’s grinning too, her hands reaching to bring you to her chest.
“As if you’d have it any other way”, you sigh happily, loving the feel of her soft skin on your cheek. It’s safe and it warms you.
She doesn’t answer right away, taken by a passing thought in her mind.
The wind picks up a bit more, swaying the branches of the tree above you.
“No, I wouldn’t”, her hand runs through your hair, scratching your scalp with a tenderness.
“You know, what you did with that speech of yours and everything you worked hard on the last few months…that’s what I always hoped for you when I wrote to you back in your college days”.
“That you’d use your courage to shape the world around you and not be dictated by your father and brother, who would have dimmed your light”.
“I couldn’t be more proud of your strength to overcome it and in such a way that elevated your mother’s story and other women in this industry”, she gazes down at you with adoring eyes.
“I love you, Miranda”, you break into a smile.
“I love you too, sweet girl”, the older woman kisses your forehead delicately.
After dinner with your family, you do return to this tree and repeat the events of the afternoon under the gaze of the moon’s light, with some extra blankets to nap under. Not that it’s even cold.
Miranda does leaves for New York a few days later, having been deeply entangled with each other’s bodies every chance you got.
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You cry when she hugs you and aunt Rosalie for the final time before one of your drivers whisks her away to the airport.
What you both agree is that it’s best for you to remain here for at least a few more months, let the article moment pass, before joining her. So, you stand and watch her leave, with half the mind to run after the car and say you’ve changed your mind, she should take you with her right now.
With no desire to pick up mobile phone so soon, you resume writing letters to each other. Only this time, you don’t have to wait for months. She’s writing to you every week. This time without dancing around feelings.
You make it a little tradition to read every one of these under the tree she first made love to you.
However, by the fourth month, the separation anxiety begins to grow strong, until it’s totally unbearable. You write expressing how you long to be in her arms and she tells you to come home.
It’s that’s simple.
Of course Cassie is ecstatic, helping you hire decorators for your apartment, to give it new life and memories after Andy. You finally get to spend some time with her ‘Achilles’, who you definitely approve of after a couple of brunches.
He seems genuinely kind, his aura isn’t boisterous or obnoxious, as her previous type of boyfriends.
Caroline announces to you she’s considering having another baby. Meaning you’ll be an aunty to more cute Priestly kids, like Jasper Dean.
You’re there to witness his toddler stages, making up for anytime you may have missed with him. And he soon warms up to you as one of his favourite faces, which is truly a high honour.
Selene decides to file a divorce from Irv, who you’ve gone no contact with, taking your younger siblings to live with her in Paris. The dream she always held tightly with Regina.
Jay tries to remain in contact with you, although it’s awkward, your childhood bond never quite returning to how it was. You feel the rift between you grow more than shrink.
There’s a big part of him that still wants to please your father, whereas you’re on the complete opposite end, hoping he sees the light.
You thought being back in the city would be a downgrade to the South of France, but having Miranda Priestly’s attention, tenderness, devotion, commitment and loyalty, is an even bigger dream come true. She gives you more.
It brings a similar kind of peace to your nervous system, because what’s better than being with the love of your life?
The only thing that makes you nervous the first few months of being in Manhattan is the idea of bumping into Andy, who you officially dumped.
Her name is everywhere with the article she published with you and rumours spread in your New York circles that she’s been offered a few big career opportunities, the biggest one in London.
‘Just take it and spare us both’, you pray.
You don’t know how you’d feel seeing her in person again after breaking things off so abruptly. She deserved it face to face, not over the phone.
It makes you feel guilty, when you think about it.
If it wasn’t for Miranda showering you with everything you wished for, you might even be devastated and completely heartbroken.
It only becomes clear to you she’s accepted the London job when the older woman tells you Emily has given in her resignation, having found another Runway opportunity in the same city as Andy.
There’s a small part of you that wishes to reach out and wish her the best of luck, but the better part of you that knows her well, is aware she wouldn’t be ready to receive your words.
In the following few years, life begins to feel different. You enrol in a graduate program, wanting to continue chasing your academic dreams, with full support from your wife.
Miranda Priestly not wanting to waste anytime in showing you her long term commitment plans proposes to you shortly after you move in her townhouse. Yes, the same one you grew up visiting a lot, it’s now your home.
The engagement period is quite short and the wedding ceremony totally lavish and expensive. Something about wanting to give you the best.
It’s like you’re dealing with a completely new woman ever since she saw you naked under that tree and you wish you’d done it sooner. She loves spoiling you, calling you her forever princess.
You take her last name, because you love her, officially becoming Rayna Priestly.
Even when it comes to having children, a topic she felt hesitant with at the start, she eventually opens up to the idea, happy to dote on you when you fall pregnant with your first baby, a girl!
The older woman is the one who chooses your donor, wanting to contribute in the decision making process with you. She’s also the one who inseminates you, which is very hot of her.
Her career sky rockets, with Runway soaring to the top and best there is in fashion. Your mother had been right about Miranda Priestly.
She buys you a home outside of New York, to give your little family privacy whilst you raise your child. Although it’s hard to juggle travelling back and forth between Manhattan and New England.
The press and media are especially careful how they write about you these days, as you’re proud and not ashamed to be Miranda Priestly’s controversial younger wife. You love your life.
Most days you work remotely, freelance work, giving you plenty of time to be a mother.
This calls to you most, more than anything else.
2O Years Later
Location - New England/Manhattan
Status - Married with one kid -
Morgana Regina Priestly (11)
miranda x rayna & morgan’s vibe ⤵️
The vinyl in the background plays one of your wife’s favourite ABBA songs, trying to introduce more of their music to Morgana, while she cooks.
"Ma mère cuisinait ce plat tout le temps quand j'étais petite”, you observe your eleven year old daughter as she’s doing it alone this time.
This recipe has become a household staple.
"Elle te manque des fois?", she gazes at you with inquisitive eyes and you’re looking at little you.
She’s your twin in her appearance, but leans toward her other mother’s personality type.
“All the time”, you voice is quietly, thoughtfully.
“Aww maman”, she leaves her pot to come and hug you, being also the most affectionate one between the three of you in this little family.
You thought you were needy, but your daughter takes the crown. Of course this means your wife indulges her even more than you do, to make up for all the times she’s away from you both.
“Darling, it’s okay, she’s always with me”, you reassure her, kissing her temple.
“Why don’t you FaceTime your mother to show her your progress with this recipe?”, nudging her.
Your attention turns to the small heap of dishes.
Miranda has been working nonstop with Paris Fashion Week taking place in weeks.
You miss her terribly.
While she permanently resides in her townhouse in New York, you and Morgana are in your other main home in New England. As far away from those Manhattan social circles as you can be.
Your wife also prefers it this way, keeping your daughter out of the media and press.
She visits you during weekends and even works remotely from here when she misses you a lot.
A few years ago she had a health scare, when your little one was still about five years old.
It really put things into perspective for Miranda, starting with cutting down her working hours. However, it barely lasted a few weeks before she was back to her old workaholic self.
You still try to warn her, unsuccessfully, with the lead up to the fashion weeks being the times she’s most absent and withdrawn from you.
God, you also just miss the sex.
The hot, sweaty, throw your head back type.
It’s always incredible when you see her again, but the wait has you feeling so feral. All you can think of lately is riding her, whilst she talks filthy to you.
You miss having her deep inside you, taking out all her pent up energy from work.
You need her so desperately.
To eat her starved pussy, to worship her body and cock, before she takes you quickly and roughly, hand over your mouth, clothes still half on.
‘Goddamit Miranda’, your brain screams.
“Maman?”, Morgana pulls you out of your trance.
You clear your throat and swallow.
“Sorry honey, what did you say?”, blushing hard.
“Should I call her now? I don’t know if she’s in a meeting today and last time she wasn’t happy”.
“Yes, it’s fine sweetie, she’s free this morning”.
You compose yourself by the sink, pretending to wash the dishes. How does your wife still have the ability make your heart race with so much excitement when you think of her?
And it’s been a while since she’s spanked you.
You’re craving it.
You wonder if you’ll have some time this weekend.
Instead of her coming home, you two will be the ones going to Manhattan for Jasper Dean’s graduation. Your not so little Godson, who now towers above all the Priestly women in the family.
Caroline did such a great job with him. You can’t wait to see her and her wife Theresa. Not to mention one of your favourite people, Cassidy.
You’re not amazed she’s stayed together with her ‘Achilles’ after all these years. She inspires you.
They worked so hard on their relationship to make it as solid as it is now and being kid-free definitely helped them just focus on themselves.
All they do is travel and stay in different parts of the world. Of course, this means she spoils her little sister when she comes back to New York.
Her and your daughter are inseparable.
You sometimes wish your wife could take a little more vacation time, so you can see more with her and Morgana as a family. She’s too busy for it.
“Hi babyy, I miss you so much too mon papillon”, Miranda’s voice comes through the FaceTime call.
“Oh! We love Super Trouper, where’s your mother?”, you hear her ask.
Your daughter points her phone in your direction and you blow a kiss towards it. You can’t see her yet, but hear Miranda laughing on the other end.
“Come over here Rayna, let me take a good look at you”, she continues, making you blush more.
You turn the volume down on the vinyl before floating to your daughter’s side and poking your face in the video call frame.
She’s sitting at her office desk.
God, she’s so sexy when she’s working.
You need her to take you in that little closet of hers and make a mess of you again.
“There they are, my favourite girls”, she coos.
You can’t help but grin and melt at this.
“Mom, I was thinking, it’s time I have a horse”, Morgana announces with the confidence of a politician who’s about to close a deal.
Both you and the older woman look at each other.
“Darling, it’s not long ago we got you sheep and you haven’t once updated me on them in these last few weeks”, Miranda inquires, returning the same energy, but you have a feeling it won’t last.
“I thought you were happy doing the riding lessons with your friends from school?”, you remind her, chiming in the conversation.
Morgana sighs.
“Yes, I’m still happy, but I’m the only one without my own horse. Please mom!”, she bats her eyes at your wife. The same eyes you have and use in the same manner when you want something too.
“And I do take care of the sheep, it’s only you’re not always here to see it”, using her sweet voice.
Of course this works on Miranda, who already feels guilty for not living with you at the moment.
You give her the eyes, as if to say be firmer.
“Alright, fine. Send me the details of the riding school. I’ll buy you the horse you already ride”.
“Oh thank you, thank you! Mom, you’re the best! J't'adore trop! J'ai trop hâte que tu rencontres mon cheval! J'vais bien m'occuper de lui et des moutons”.
Too late.
“Okay, okay, pass the phone to your mother”, the older woman instructs, which is code for you to find some privacy.
You continue the call in the study, while your daughter finishes her preparations for the dish.
“I miss you”, Miranda’s voice changes.
“Your tits look good in that little top”, she bites her lip and smiles.
Your heart is racing.
“Well, they need your attention, desperately”, pouting, speaking hushed, just in case.
“Then show me”.
She’s bold, getting straight to the point.
“Miranda”, your eyes widen a little.
“Not on her phone, call me on mine”, you whisper.
“Can’t. I’m going into a meeting in a few minutes. So, either do it now or wait”, she smirks.
You rolls your eyes.
“I’m already so fucking horny, don’t toy with me”.
Your wife laughs at your frustration.
“I thought you liked when I toyed with you”.
“Not like this…it’s torture, you know it”, still quiet.
“Sorry sweetheart, mommy has to work, maybe this weekend, mhm?”, her brow goes up flirtatiously.
Your lips form a slow smile.
“Yes please, I miss you too”.
She returns the small warmth, gazing at you.
“Perfect. What day are you two coming up?”.
“I was thinking Thursday until Sunday. Morgan wants to do the museums with me before the weekend”.
‘Care to join us?’, you want to add, but already know the answer is no, plus you don’t want to make her feel bad for doing her job.
“Everything will be covered for you, just text me which museums…”, her voice trails, thinking.
“Maybe, I can free up an afternoon?”.
You watch her search for her date book.
There’s no way she’s free, you both know it, but she wants to appear as if she’s trying.
“Honey, it’s okay. Paris is soon and I know you’re swamped. We’ll see you evenings”, you smile.
She sighs deeply.
“You might be fine but our daughter will ask and then be disappointed again…I just don’t want to repeat what I did with the twins”, her eyes finally land on you, giving up her search.
“You aren’t, Miranda you’re doing your best. Besides, you promised we’ll all stay in France and travel after fashion week so…it’ll be perfect”.
You continue.
“Plus, Selene wants to host us over there, meaning Morgan will get to see May and Kayden. She’ll love all that and also this Saturday, seeing Jasper and Miriam at the graduation”.
“Don’t focus too much on the negative aspects”.
The older woman is silent for a moment.
You know her well enough now to know she’s trying to figure out how to have it all. The perfect little family and her growing successful career.
“You’re right”, she decides.
“I can’t wait to see you both”.
The way her eyes linger on you makes you hot, as if she’s waiting to hear a certain something.
“I love you mommy”, you whisper.
“I love you too, my sweetest princess”.
“Can you pass the phone back, so I can say goodbye to our baby”, she smiles.
You leave Miranda getting the step by step process of Ouefs en Cocotte from your daughter.
Overhearing her tell the story of how you made this years ago in Paris, trying to impress her.
Of course Morgana eats this up asking follow up questions, until your wife really has to go.
The flight from New England to New York is one you and your daughter are used to, having been doing it for years.
It’s easier now that she’s a pre-teen, all she really needs is a good book and her headphones.
Miranda pays for everything, as always, being sure to call when you’ve landed and get a driver for you to come straight to her townhouse.
You’re living a very soft life.
Morgana has Caroline’s old room because of the view it has. Your wife redecorates it every couple of years when your daughter falls into a new fad or style. And right now she’s in an architecture phase, which is sticking longer than others.
It hard to believe this is the same house you first started falling hard for the older woman. Over the years you’ve let her fuck you a lot on that sofa in her study, where you used to sit in silence and do your homework with her.
It’s still so thrilling to play into this fantasy.
She’s fucked you everywhere, except Caroline’s old room, obviously. You somehow feel more horny being at home without her. Everything is a reminder of a hot memory.
“Maman, can we go see mom at her office?”.
“Yes!”, you smile.
Great idea! Let’s get out of here.
Miranda doesn’t usually enjoy unscheduled visits, even from you, but if it’s Morgana then she’s a little more forgiving.
Both of you change from your comfortable airport outfits to something more in line with Manhattan.
You’re married to the Miranda Priestly after all, fashion is still everything in this household.
On the way to the Runway offices you stop to buy her favourite flowers to appease her further.
Roy is still driving for the older woman, always quiet, always loyal. He makes a few more stops for your daughter to get her mother gifts.
By the time you arrive at the Elias-Clark building it’s almost midday. It’s still an impressive sight.
You step out of the car juggling flowers and a few more boxes, while your kid has the smaller bags.
"Elle peut pas nous en vouloir après qu'on lui donne tous ces cadeaux, non?”, Morgana grins.
You laugh, leading her to the front entrance doors, without watching your way.
“J'serais grave choqué si c'était le cas!”.
The next thing you feel are the flowers flying out of your hands, with the smaller packages following them.
Your head also makes contact with someone who catches the bunch before they hit the ground.
The other boxes however aren’t so lucky.
They scatter everywhere.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”, you’re kneeling, rubbing where you hit your head on
“I got you”, she extends her hand to help you up.
And when your eyes follow, Andrea Sachs is holding the flowers you just bought for your wife, wearing that same old dazzling grin on her face.
enter andy years later ⤵️
You accept her offer and stand up with her guidance, while your daughter picks up the rest of the packages on the floor.
“Andy…”.
“Hi Ray…”, she’s as astonished as you are.
Gosh, she looks incredible.
She’s wearing a sort of casual suit and her hair is so much longer than last time you saw each other, twenty years ago now.
“You look so…New York”, you smile.
The brunette flaps her hand as if to dismiss it.
“Your flowers are beautiful”, she lingers on you while handing them over, her gaze trailing you from head to toe.
“And so are you…very Manhattan”, more quietly.
You can’t help but grin back at her.
“Maman, are you okay?”, your daughter joins you.
“Yes baby, I’m fine”, trying to keep calm.
Your heart begins to flutter.
“This is my daughter Morgan”, you wrap an arm around her shoulder.
She gazes between the both of you.
“Wow, you’re twins”, the laugh that leaves her mouth is still the same old one from years back.
“Hi, I’m Andy your mom’s…old friend”, her aura is still warm and inviting, like when you first met.
She’s seems happy, more confident in herself.
“Pleased to meet you”, Morgana extends her hand in return to shake the brunette’s, juggling her bags and packages.
So many questions are running through your mind, but only one makes it out.
“What are you doing here?”, meaning Runway.
She grins again. Must be good news.
“I’ve been hired for a collaborative project with Miranda’s team actually, it’s all kind of new”.
Oh, fuck me.
“Oh, I see. I’m pleased to hear this”.
Your heart is now pounding in your chest.
There’s a moment of silence as you stare at each other in disbelief, not wanting to go so soon.
What kind of project is she doing with your wife?
Did she always look this stunning?
Yes she did, now even better with age.
She smells expensive.
“Maman…”
“We should get going”, you finally announce.
“It was good to see you Ray”, she lingers.
“Do you wanna maybe grab-”
“I’d love to, give me your number”, you pull your phone, putting the flowers in your other hand.
Both you and Morgana watch as the brunette quickly types and hands it back to you.
“See you around…and nice to meet you Morgan”.
“Bye”, both of you say in unison, watching her walk away into the busy Manhattan street.
“Oh my gosh!”, your daughter starts.
“How do you know Andrea Sachs? That’s so cool!”, she asks in shock.
You turn to her surprised.
“How do you know her?”, returning the same question with suspicion.
“School maman, we’re literally reading her book in one of my classes”.
This girl.
“How come you never tell me things like this?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Because it’s boring”.
“Well, usually”, she adds.
“Why didn’t you tell her that you’re reading her book then?”.
“Are you kidding? That’s so embarrassing”.
She’s eleven and already a teenager.
It’s your turn to roll your eyes.
“Come on, let’s go see your mother”, you nudge her into the building.
A lot has changed over the years at Runway, but it’s essence has remained the same. There’s something thrilling about making an entrance and having eyes gazing curiously.
Your wife still has her employees scrambling around her, while she’s the most composed.
As you walk towards her office, you can see her sitting in her chair, talking to a frightened subordinate.
“…this isn’t what I asked for, why is so hard to understand the difference between, never mind, that’s all”, she spots the two of you nearing.
You pass the scared assistant on her way out.
God help her.
Emily and Andrea did certainly leave some very big boots to fill. Even twenty years later, they’re still the blueprint these new girls imitate.
Miranda stands from her seat to meet you in the front, wearing a fabulous pencil skirt and blouse ensemble, with a gorgeous big belt.
Her statement piece.
She looks so chic, so mommy, you’re already melting at the sight of her alone. It’s been so long.
Her face lights up. This is a good sign.
“For you, my love”, you hand over the flowers, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“Awww. Mom, I missed you like crazy”, Morgana goes in for a hug, squeezing her tight.
The older woman laughs.
“Like crazy huh? You’re growing like crazy”, she squeezes her back.
“Thank you darling”, giving you another kiss whilst hugging your daughter.
“Am I?”, she sizes herself up to you both.
“Well, you’re not quite beating my height, kid”, you pat her head playfully.
“Oh I will! You watch”.
“Mom, I got you some little gifts I think you need around this place”, she continues, taking a step back to assess the office.
Not much has changed over the years.
“What’s this?”, Miranda asks having already started opening one.
“A type of fidget toy, everyone’s got one”.
The older woman looks at her daughter.
“But I don’t fidget”.
“Yes mom, but you’re like super stressed all the time, this will help, TRUST ME”.
“It hasn’t failed yet”.
“It’s all part of the office wellbeing care package I’ve made for you”, her voice wrapped in pride.
“Office wellbeing…did you put her up to this?”, she turns to you.
Your hands go up as if to say ‘not me’.
A small smiles creeps on her lips. She’s clearly impressed by her daughter’s thoughtfulness.
“I have so many plans for this space”, Morgana paces around as if mentally measuring.
“Mom, do you think we can fit a massage table here, that would be a game changer”, she’s now standing in the corner looking out the window.
“The view of the city is still great”, she claps her hands together as if it’s officially done.
“Darling, can I hire you as my assistant?”, Miranda slowly walks towards the window.
You watch them, sitting down in her chair.
“Yes, then I don’t have to go to school”, your daughter lights up as if it’s a possible choice.
The older woman laughs.
“Alright, when can you start?”, she puts an arm around her, entertaining the idea.
“As soon as I put in a notice at school”, Morgana finds your gaze like she’s about to close a deal.
“Let me know when you have”, your wife smiles.
“Miranda”, you warn her if she’s actually considering it as seriously as your daughter.
“I’m joking”, she turns back to wink at you.
“Awww mom, I’d be great, think about it, you wouldn’t even have to pay me because I’m already getting my allowance from you”.
“Tempting, but no darling”.
“All Priestlys must have an education”.
“Look at our Jasper Dean, graduating top of his class and a year early”, she’s so proud.
“Oh yeah! Mom, I can’t wait for Saturday!”,
“Is Cassidy still coming?”, she adds.
“Of course, none of us would miss this”, she’s squeezes her shoulder.
“Perfect. I have so much to tell her”.
They continue catching up a little bit more by the window before you interrupt, not wanting to disrupt Miranda’s work day for too long and also miss your first museum exhibition of many.
Morgana of course begs her mother to join you both, but she’s let down gently, even after giving her puppy dog eyes, which usually do the job.
The older woman kisses her temple, promising to take you both out for dinner or stay in to do a movie night. Guilt written all over her face.
You hug your wife, lingering on her for longer, taking in her familiar scent after this time apart.
“I’m sorry”, she apologises to you quietly.
“It’s okay, I love you”, you kiss her.
This time your daughter doesn’t coo at you both.
She turns her heels to walk out.
“Bye darling”, Miranda calls out to the mopping pre-teen.
“Bye, miss you!”, Morgana replies bitterly.
Both of you glance at each other.
“I’m not ready for the teenager years, again…”, she holds onto your waist with one hand.
“And I love you too, very much, sweet Rayna”, caressing your cheek, her fingers bringing back hot memories. You and her in the little closet a few steps away.
Her hand over your mouth, her words filthy.
There’s still such a strong pull you experience every time you see her again after a separation.
You don’t want to let her go, but she’s busy.
“I need you, later”, is all you say, before you turn and walk, knowing she’s watching your back.
It turns you on.
After twenty years together, she still does it for you every single time.
But with a sulking daughter waiting, you can’t stay in your own thoughts for too long.
Roy takes you straight to the Guggenheim from here, spending the majority of the drive in silence because she’s ignoring you.
The museum exhibition is engaging. You’d usually give it your full attention so you can be present with Morgana, however, you’re receiving texts.
‘Thanks for saving my flowers earlier’.
‘You’re most welcome’.
‘Not all superheroes wear capes’.
‘Or great suits!’.
‘Why thank you’.
‘Your style has evolved too’.
‘Like good or bad?’.
‘Obviously good Ray!’.
‘C’mon, I’m not mean’.
‘Just cool apparently’.
“Maman, are you texting Andrea Sachs?”
You look up to see your daughter smiling, deciding she’s not mad at you anymore.
“Yeah…how do you know that?”
That heart of yours has started up again.
“Well, you’re barely on your phone any other days and you only call people you’re close to, so obviously it’s someone you don’t speak with all the time. Hence the texting”, as if it’s obvious.
“You’re too observant for your own good”.
She grins, her eyes bright with something.
“Invite her to join us, then I can tell all my friends and classmates I hung out with Andrea Sachs”.
Is she serious?
“Please?”, she gives you her puppy eyes.
Oh, she’s serious.
You sigh, now considering it.
“Honey, she’s a busy woman…”
Deep down you want to see her too.
“C’mon, she might be free right now, try”.
You continue walking with her, viewing beautiful art, not really focused.
‘You think I’m cool?’.
Andy replies.
Okay, now or never.
‘Not me, Morgan’.
‘That’s even better, kids are usually honest’.
‘Usually being the keyword here’.
‘Haha. I think I’m pretty cool, don’t you?’
‘Sorry, only my daughter thinks this’.
‘I’ll take it, high praise’.
‘She’s actually just invited you to my little outing with her’.
‘We’re at a museum exhibition’.
‘Like now now?’.
‘Yup, but I said you’re busy, obviously’.
She types and re-types a few times.
‘As a matter of fact, I’ve just freed my afternoon’.
‘Are you sure?’.
‘Yeah! Can’t miss a chance to hang with the only kid in the world who thinks I’m actually cool’.
‘Send me your location’.
‘No need, it’s your favourite in NY’.
Oh God, you’ve done it now.
“So?”, Morgana is staring expectantly.
You look up from your phone.
“She’s on her way”.
“See! I’m always right!”.
“Not always sweetie”, you smile.
Your daughter hooks her arm with yours, finally looking happy since leaving the Runway offices.
“Everyone’s gonna freak out when I tell them I spent a day in a museum with the Andrea Sachs!”.
In less than fifteen minutes the brunette is walking side by side with you discussing the art pieces with your daughter, who’s in the middle, as if they’ve known each other for years.
She’s a natural with kids.
Of course she is.
What can’t Andy do.
Flashbacks from your old apartment come flooding back when you start to consider this.
Her on her knees, you gazing down at her-
Don’t think about that.
Don’t do it.
Please.
For the rest of the exhibition, you trail behind them, fighting your thoughts, while they laugh and exchange stories.
As if in their own world.
When Morgana goes ahead to the little gift shop at the end, you have a moment to catch up with Andy alone, while watching your kid from afar.
You’re not surprised to learn that she’s a mother to a boy and girl, almost similar ages to your girl.
They reside in London with Emily, who the brunette has recently divorced from.
Your brain short circuits at this.
Heart going crazy.
Andrea tells you she’s moved back to New York permanently, starting over, putting herself out there by doing the whole dating app thing.
“It’s brutal out there”, she laughs with her whole head, telling you her Hinge horror stories.
“Well, after that I can see why”, you gaze at her then back at the gift shop, then her again.
She’s regarding you, her body shifting closer.
You swallow.
“So, how are you liking Manhattan, besides the terrible dating scene?”.
She smiles, slowly.
“Well, I wasn’t sure, but after today, I like it a lot”.
cue andy’s theme ⤵️
Somehow she’s even closer in proximity.
How is she doing that?
Are you moving towards her too?
“How do you like New England?”, she asks after you don’t reply immediately.
“It’s fun”, the air feels a little thick.
“Oh? How fun?”, she’s now right in front of you.
You can feel her warmth.
Your eyes avert to anywhere but Andy’s.
What the hell is happening to you?
“Quite”, your voice hushed.
“Must be lonely though”, hers is quick to reply.
Then, you feel fingers trace the hem of your shirt.
“No…obviously not, I’m married”.
“Happily?”, she whispers.
“What kind of question-”, your heart is pounding.
“Sorry, what I meant to ask is…Ray, are you having a good or bad day?”, she grins.
Fuck.
Don’t do this.
“A very good day Andy”, gazing into her.
Why is she looking at you like that?
Giving you her ‘fuck me’ eyes.
“I want us to be friends”, you clear your throat.
“Okay”, her fingers drop from your shirt.
“Let’s be friends”, she smiles sweetly.
By this time Morgana is walking towards you with her new purchases. You quickly snap out of this moment, realising how far she’d pulled you in.
“I’m starvinggggg”, your kid hands you her bags. At least she’s happy, this was good for her.
“I could treat you guys to a late lunch early dinner?”, your friend offers.
“No, thank you”
“Yes please”.
You answer at the same time.
“We actually have dinner plans”, your arm goes around your daughter.
“But that’s ages awayyy”, she complains.
“Andrea’s offered kindly, please maman?”.
“Yeah, it’s no big deal”, the brunette agrees.
You look at the both of them, their eyes begging.
“Okay, fine…thank you Andy”.
“You’re welcome Ray”, she answers cheerfully.
“Do you prefer Andy to Andrea?”, Morgana asks.
“Yes, what about you? Morgan over Morgana?”.
“YES! I mean I love my moms but…”
They both walk ahead as your kid is explaining her preferences. You trail behind again regretting this decision already.
Andy is horny because she’s a recent divorcee looking to fuck or date. You’re happily married but horny, because your CEO wife is a workaholic.
Miranda needs to do something about it soon, or else you won’t survive this torment.
You’ve been waiting for weeks.
Late lunch early dinner isn’t as bad as you anticipated, except for a few lingering gazes.
Morgana and your old friend are the ones talking most while you sit and spiral in your own head.
By dessert, you’ve had a glass of wine, starting to feel a little more relaxed and less anxious.
When you text Roy to come pick you up, Morgana invites Andy in the car to give her a ride back to her place. A thoughtful but dangerous gesture.
Being curious about the architecture, she asks if both of you can get a tour and you soon find yourself in the brunette’s Manhattan townhouse.
It really does suit her, to be fair. Although you feel uneasy being here, something is brewing in you. The downstairs decor is warm in tones, she’s got a lot of space for one person, meaning she must have done very well in her career all these years.
Her green spiral staircase is eye-catching.
“Wow! Can I see the upstairs too?”, your kid is already running up before you can stop her.
“I’m so sorry, she’s kind of in this weird obsessed phase with architecture…MORGANA REGINA PRIESTLY! GET DOWN HERE THIS ONCE!”.
“Not yet!”, she yells back.
As you’re about to follow her up, Andy grabs your wrist, pulling you right up to her face.
You forget how to breathe for a second.
That brewing feeling in your gut spills over, into your panties. You’re soaking wet and need relief.
“Ray, I know when you’re hot and bothered”, she smiles as if she sees right through you.
“Just come by anytime…I’ll take care of you”.
She releases you, following your daughter upstairs to continue with her grand tour.
‘Please, don’t do this’, you’re left thinking.
You wait for them downstairs deciding this is a very bad idea. Miranda won’t be happy to hear it.
But later when you get back home, your wife texts you and Morgana that she won’t be able to make dinner because of an urgent last minute work dinner she has to attend, with unfortunately no plus ones. She gets her chef to cook for you both.
While your daughter shrugs it off as typical, it hits you harder than usual for some reason.
Why?
‘Today was fun, thanks for the invite’.
‘You have a great kid!’.
Oh, that’s why.
Andrea dropped her whole day to spend it with you on short notice, Miranda dropped you and Morgana to have dinner with work, short notice.
You inhale.
‘Don’t compare’, you warn yourself.
‘Don’t do it Ray’.
Exhale.
“Maman, Cassidy vient me chercher pour m'emmener dîner avec elle!”, she squeals.
"C'est génial ma chérie, profite bien de ce moment avec ta grande sœur”, you smile.
"You feeling okay? T'veux venir avec nous?”, noticing your quietness.
“No, baby I’m fine, enjoy your special sister time, plus, I’m so tired, okay?”.
“Alright, I love you”, she embraces you.
“I love you too sweetie”, you squeeze her.
When Cassie picks her up they’re in such a rush to make their booking at a fancy restaurant, you don’t have time to yap with your bestie.
Morgana will probably sleep over hers too, so you’re left all alone in this big ol’ house.
You resign yourself to the bedroom, considering going to bed, but Andy’s still texting you.
‘My offer still stands’.
‘???’
‘You and me, like back in the days’
‘I told you I just want us to be friends’.
‘I know but’.
‘Your body told me something different’.
‘I think you’re just being cocky’.
‘I can give you some cocky if it’s what you want, darling’.
‘I’m a happily married woman’.
‘Oh? is that why you’re texting me during your dinner date?’.
‘Or did she cancel on you?’.
She remembered what you shared earlier.
‘Bye Andy’.
She’s typing, you wait.
“I’ll be waiting”.
You turn off your phone after this, unable to stop thinking about how much you need to be taken.
Your eyes close and you eventually drift to sleep.
Dreaming of Andrea Sachs wearing a strap.
After a few hours have passed, you feel someone join you in bed, wrapping her arms to cuddle you.
“I’m sorry princess”, she whispers, her head fitting snuggly in the crook of your neck.
“I couldn’t miss this one…”
“You promised us”, you turn around to face her.
“Miranda you have to consider I’m only here for a few days at a time, we’ve talked about this, I need your evenings, work had your days. Baby, you can’t just cancel on us…on me, when I need you”.
God, she smells so good, you can’t even finish telling her off before you’re all over her.
Feral, desperate, needy, immediately kissing.
Her hands are quick to undress you and herself.
The feel of her body on you is everything you’ve been daydreaming about for weeks, making yourself come to the thoughts of this.
Now she’s here.
“I’ve got you, I’m here now”, she whispers.
You’re dripping wet by the time Miranda Priestly drives into your hot pussy, with not one or two, but three fingers, fucking you hard and fast.
Her thumb rubbing you raw at the same time.
It’s what you needed most, all day.
She doesn’t know your daughter is away, so not wanting you to scream the house down, her other hand covers your mouth, just the way you like it.
Her tongue licking your nipples.
And in between, she coos at you with her low sultry bedroom voice you can’t resist.
“You take me so well babygirl”.
“That’s it…use mommy’s fingers…come all over me sweetheart”.
“Oh you’re perfect, look at you go”.
“Come now, don’t wait…give me every last drop”.
God you do, your body jerks with pleasure.
She does it again, this time flipping you on your stomach, then again cuddle fucking you.
Miranda takes you to heaven and back down. That when it’s her turn, instead of wanting to release all your frustrations from the day, you decide to take it slow, the complete opposite.
Tonight you give her your strap.
She rarely ever allows you to top her this way.
But when she’s sorry, she gives you anything you want, which is conflicting at times.
You spend the next hour making love to her thoroughly with your cock, while she tightly grasps your hair and back, singing your praises.
Most times she says your name repeatedly, dipping right in your ear, as if she’s praying.
Sometimes if you’re lucky she even begs when you hit her spot correctly back to back or moans long and deep when she can’t speak.
And rarely but best, she becomes a whimpering mess, completely under your power.
She’s absolutely perfect when she’s like this.
The CEO of Runway magazine at your mercy. You never thought she would ever submit to you.
So you come hard when she comes too, slumping onto her, both of you slick with sweat.
And then she’s spent.
No aftercare, you can’t even move.
The next few days you both feel sore and sensitive, which is perfect, all is as it should be.
The museum trips are non stop with Morgana, until the Saturday of Jasper Deans’s graduation.
It’s a family affair for sure. No one’s missing at the event, giving you the opportunity to catch up with everyone from the Priestly family.
You finally have a moment to yap with Cassie and Caroline. Morgana and Miriam Mavis Priestly, Caroline’s thirteen year old are inseparable, stuck to hip all day. She was named after Miranda’s original birth name, which you didn’t know.
Jasper is dazzling in his gown, towering over everyone. You’re amazed to see the little boy you took to see dinosaurs in museums grow into such a lovable young man.
Your wife out-dresses everyone as usual, making you shamelessly salivate towards her.
This type of gathering where all are present from the family is rare. It’s a perfect moment, captured throughout the day by the hired photographer.
In the evening, Miranda surprises her grandson with a fancy rooftop party, with all his friends invited and of course all the Priestlys.
The speech he makes thanking those who had a hand in shaping him into who he’s becoming makes you tear up. His mothers did a great job raising him to remain humble and respectful.
And of course it wouldn’t be a Miranda party without lavish gifts and indulgence.
Jasper Dean is gifted a brand new car by her, an expensive paid for vacation from Cassie and money from you and ‘Achilles’. His sister Miriam Mavis and his younger aunt Morgana get him a joint gift collection of designer baseball caps.
Even though you don’t reply, Andrea keeps texting, since the day you first bumped into her.
You want to tell your wife about seeing her, to keep an open and honest line, so during the rooftop party, you pull her aside to sit down at one of the empty tables.
There’s a cool breeze in the air, it’s lovely.
Her cheeks are a bit flushed from her drink.
The older woman is happy, relaxed even.
“What is it darling?”, she leans in.
You breath out nervously.
“I love you so much”, scooting even closer to her.
“Oh, I love you too”, her eyes gaze as if waiting.
“Is this what you sat me down for?”, a small smile spreading on her lips.
“Yes”, you decide, not wanting to ruin the mood.
“And this too”, you close the gap, planting a long kiss on her red lips.
She releases a small satisfied hum.
“You’re irresistible”, you whisper and pull back.
“Mhm”, a thought crosses her mind, now a itting back fully in her chair.
“So, this isn’t about Andrea Sachs?”, she says quietly, her gaze shifting to the skyline.
Her side profile is so stunning.
Before you brows furrow she continues.
“Our daughter likes to talk…”, a laughs leaves her mouth, however, not at all amused.
“You can imagine my shock when she told me not only did you take her number, but invited her to your museum trip that very afternoon”.
“And if that isn’t enough, she pays for your ‘late lunch early dinner’, then takes you to her home”.
Oh, God.
It sounds bad when she puts it that way, you’re sure Morgana was just telling her innocently.
“It was a friendly catch up, that’s all, Morgan is the one who invited her, she’s reading her book in school”, you start to feel defensive.
“How close were you to climbing into her bed?”.
Your face is getting hot.
“Not even close, I was-”
“Is that why you were so ready to open your legs for me that night? Why you came so hard?”.
“You’re being unkind”, you warn her, hushed.
“I was ready because I’ve been waiting for weeks to be seen and touched by you. I missed you, so of course I came harder, you know this”.
“Ok. Show me your phone”, she suddenly asks.
This is new.
You open your mouth to protest.
“Show me, if it was just friendly”, her hand is out.
Your sigh, pulling out the phone in your small clutch, unlocking it and giving it to her.
Of course you know why.
She heads straight to text messages.
‘I’ll be waiting’.
‘You definitely wanted to kiss me, I could tell’
‘She’s not touching you every night is she?’
‘I’d never leave you to walk around that horny all day’.
“I didn’t reply”.
“Oh, but you certainly encouraged her”, she scrolls up more.
You sigh deeply.
“I was feeling lonely, I’m sorry”, holding her hand.
Her eyes are a little glassy.
“She offered herself to you?”.
“I turned her down”.
Miranda scoffs.
“Clearly not hard enough”.
“I’ll delete her number or block her if you want?”.
The older woman regards you thoughtfully.
She sighs.
“It’s fine, I do trust you wouldn’t actually jump in bed with her”, your eyes meet. “I’m sorry I haven’t taken good care of you lately, especially…you know, the physical…I’m just drowning in work”.
You smile, cupping her cheeks tenderly.
“You take great care of me, but, I think what you need to take is more annual leave, so we can see you, that’s all that’s missing Miranda”.
“I know, I’m sorry…I can try, after Paris”.
“You can do it, for us, your girls. You’re the CEO remember?”, you tease her, making her laugh.
“Yeah yeah”, she licks hers lips.
You both fall quiet, with the party happening in the background and the city lights ahead of you. It’s a perfect night. Rare, with everyone also here.
“I can’t do without you and Morgana”, her small confession after some minutes pass.
She needs you, as you need her.
“We can’t do without you too…clearly. That’s why I’m considering moving back to Manhattan permanently. We need to be together as a family”.
“But what about her school?”.
“She’ll be fine. It was actually her idea not mine”.
Miranda laughs at this.
“Oh that girl, she’s something special”.
“Yes”.
“And she’s sleeping over Caroline’s tonight”, a smile creeps on your lips.
“So…free house?”, she grins.
“Mm hmm, no need to be quiet either”.
“Certainly, not when I’m going to spank you raw for entertaining Andrea Sachs”.
“Yes, please”, your heart bursts with joy.
The rest of your trip turns into your moving plan.
Your daughter is over the moon with the decision, already drawing out plans for it in her head.
Even though Miranda doesn’t ask, you still block and delete Andy’s number, for your own sake. You didn’t necessarily jump into bed with her, but there’s an old energy that lingers whenever the brunette is near you. It frightens you, because you can’t control it when she suddenly pulls you in.
The next few times you bump into her after moving back for good, she only waves at you.
You wave back, and that’s it.
No more trying to be friends, too much has happened and would happen if you entertained the idea. You just hope she finds her true love.
A small part of you does feel a deep sadness towards it, wishing things could be pure again, like back in days when you were really friends without the sex ever getting in the way of it.
But what you have now, your little family, far outweighs what you had in those days.
It’s too precious to mess with.
You wouldn’t trade it for any other life.
And Miranda true to her word gives herself more vacation time and afternoons off regularly, taking you and Morgana to museums or dates when she’s in school and abroad during school breaks.
It feels complete and fresh, like a new beginning. When you find yourself in the South of France sitting on a boat with your wife and daughter, it reminds you how far you’ve come to make your dreams come true. You’re grateful for your life.
Fin.
andy x rayna/reader ending
miranda x rayna/reader x andy
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