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Silence.

Regina: Please do not ask me such stupid questions. Can you stop this recording?

Background - “J'ai pas signé pour ça. T'as pas dit à ces boloss c'était quoi mes limites?", Regina can be heard speaking hushed to another person.

“We did”, a third voice replies to her.

“I’m sorry Regina, let’s restart, no questions about the affair or the divorce…what about Irv?”, the interviewer’s voice speaks.

She is heard sighing deeply.

“No”.

“What about Rayna?”, he presses her.

“Fine”.

“Okay, we’ll edit the recording in the middle”, the voice agrees before there’s shuffling sounds.

Interviewer: So, you felt unheard, is this what you’re saying?

Regina: Unheard, but ignored is the better word. Completely ignored.

I grew up without my mother and always suffered terribly with abandonment issues and depression since I was a child. Being here only magnified these feelings over the years. I felt I had no one and my family are in France.

Interviewer: Do you think Manhattan brings out this loneliness in you more than Paris, where you lived before?

Regina: Of course, I want to go back.

Interviewer: And will you take your daughter with you? Or leave her to finish her education here with her father?

Regina: Where I go, Rayna goes. I would not leave her, when she is my everything in this life. I could not live without her with me.

Interviewer: She’s six years old now?

Regina: Yes, six and so inquisitive.

Interviewer: Is she wild like you?

Regina: What do you mean by this?

Interviewer: You know, you’re the heartbreaker, the wildfire from Paris, does she have that same spark in her? To follow in your footsteps?

Regina: God no. I really hope not. She is very sensitive like me, but I would not call her a wildfire.

She’s more like a wildflower. A very delicate and special girl. I would not want her to follow my footsteps.

Interviewer: Is this why you keep her away from the media and press?

Regina laughs.

I keep her away because the media and press are fucking wolves…

Can I swear?

Interviewer: It’s ok, we can edit it.

Regina: Fine.

The media and press are fucking wolves. Look at what they did to Diana. I do not think people really consider the weight of being lifted to greats heights by the tabloids, only to be dropped to your death when they so choose to destroy you.

The way they portray women versus men is very different. Women are attacked all the time for being successful. Look at how they write about Miranda Priestly nowadays compared to when she was still rising to the top.

Interviewer: Are you and her close?

Regina: No. But she is the only one I trust at Runway. The magazine would soar if she actually owned it.

Interviewer: Don’t you want it to be passed down to your daughter?

Regina: No. Rayna is not interested in fashion. She is more academic, thank goodness. I was never as good in school. I hope the magazine goes to someone who deserves it.

You know many years ago in Paris, in fact, the night we met, Miranda told me what she hoped for her future and I am not surprised to see her achieve it and then more. But does the press praise her? No. Instead they focus on her downfalls, and mine and most successful women.

Interviewer: So, you think the media has a part in your unhappiness here?

Regina: Of course. All the parts, not just one part. If I had known that they would hunt me this way, I never would have moved to New York.

Interviewer: You feel hunted?

Regina: Everyday.

Interviewer: Do you feel you’re handling this better than last year?

Regina: No. I will never be able to handle them. You cannot. Only ignore.

Interviewer: Are you different at all from how you were this time last year?

Regina: I am stronger, because of my daughter. But I still struggle.

I am doing my best, but I feel like the press will hunt me to my death.

She laughs again.

<rewind>

…but I feel like the press will hunt me to my death.

Laughs.

<rewind>

…the press will hunt me to my death.

You rewind again, this time to the very beginning of the recording and listen to it multiple times.

The first thought you have is how nice it is to be able to hear her voice again, because she rarely did video or voice recorded interviews.

But the second more lasting thought is about the press. Your mother expressed how she couldn’t handle them, only ignore them. She felt hunted.

After Cassie helped you clear your apartment of the wine bottles, helped you get a cleaner, helped you find a therapist and consider rehab if things got bad, you started asking so many questions.

Although your father danced around his answers, never being direct, you continued. Your older brother Jay only knew so much about your mother. He was twelve when she died.

The only other person who would have an idea turns out to be the one with all of the answers.

You used to feel bad for her, that because of her sweet nature she couldn’t keep up with the elite of Manhattan. But it turns out, she was warned to stay away from them and the limelight as much as she could. By your own mother.

“Selene, I don’t understand why she gave these to you. I’m so confused about everything”.

“My mother didn’t die because of an overdose?”, you’re sat down on the carpet, in the study of your family’s townhouse.

Your mother’s favourite room.

Your step mother shakes her head.

“What happened? And why is the truth not out?”.

“Your father wished for a different narrative”, she looks at you as if she shouldn’t be revealing this.

“One that painted him as the victim and your mother as the villain. He had NDAs with people”.

God, this is so twisted and messed up.

“Did she really cheat on him?”, you gaze intently.

Selene nods.

“But he had many affairs whilst with her, before she ever had her own in the end”.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth growing up? I asked you so much about her and”, you pause, feeling yourself on the verge of tears.

“I got NDA’ed”, her voice has a melancholic tone.

“Then why are you showing me all this? After all these years of not being able to?”.

“I’m tired of hiding”, she averts your gaze.

“But also, I think your mother would want you to have them. She gave them to me to keep safe”.

“Were you close?”, you turn to her.

“Yeah, I mean we grew up together. I followed her here from Paris…she meant a lot to me”, her face turns red.

The cogs in your brain are turning.

“She was your friend and you took her husband?”.

Selene shakes her head.

“I umm…oh gosh, this isn’t easy Rayna”.

“Just tell me please…I won’t look at you differently. Were you the other woman?”.

Your step mother shakes her head again.

“Okayyy, so what then?”.

“I loved your mother very much”, is all she says.

“So, why did you hurt her?”.

“I didn’t hurt her. I loved her”.

She stares at you as if waiting for a light to appear above your head.

It does.

“Ohhh…oh wow”.

“Yeah, I know”.

“Alright, that’s…interesting I guess”.

“Mm hmm”, she continues rummaging through Regina’s old belongings, feeling too embarrassed to gaze up at you.

(Regina x Selene’s Song) ⤵️

Suddenly you have a thousand more questions.

“So, were you like their third or something?”, you keep pressing her, desperately wanting to understand.

“I belonged to her more than him”.

“It was a closed relationship of the three of us, until the affairs”, she continues sorting through the small treasure, dividing it into sections.

There is so much sadness in her voice.

“Selene, so you grew up with my mother? In the South of France?”

“Yes, we always dreamed of Paris though”, a small smile forms on her lips, remembering.

“Did you know a woman name Sylvie?”, you suddenly remember Miranda’s first girlfriend.

Your step mother looks up finally, surprised.

“Yes…we all went to the same girls school”.

“How do you know her?”, she’s now pressing you.

“I umm, think I saw a picture of them once”, you lie to protect the older woman you’re in love with.

Selene’s brows furrow, but she doesn’t pry.

“Anyway, so when did you realise you loved my mother more than a friend?”.

“School…we were very close. I just never told her and I knew she wanted to be rich. I didn’t have it”.

“We both came from working class families. I couldn’t offer her what she needed most…”.

You remember your mother’s advice to Miranda from her story. It makes sense. It lines up.

“But when she left for New York, I was so heartbroken, realising I couldn’t live without her…I followed her two years later, told her the truth and she said she always knew…felt it too”.

“It was my heaven, those early years with her”, she continues.

“Your father was obviously happy to include me in their marriage and I never thought twice about it, as long as I was with her”.

“So, why are you still with him now?”, you ask.

She sighs heavily.

“I don’t know…after your mother passed, I was in such a state of grief, I couldn’t imagine leaving the last place she was in and of course I wouldn’t have left you behind. I stayed for you, mostly”.

Your mouth opens and closes.

Instead of thinking of how to respond to this, you scoot over to her and wrap your arms around her.

Not just as your step mother, but your mother’s true love and best friend.

“I don’t know what to say Selene”.

“It’s okay”, she sniffs.

“Me too”.

Gosh. You thought your mother wouldn’t be able to understand your situation with Miranda and Andy, but it turns outs she was the ambassador of living a doomed yuri arc her whole life.

What a mess.

That’s somehow also beautiful.

Selene, your guardian angel.

All this time as a child whenever you saw her come to the house, you assumed she was a family friend. But now when you think over it, no other family friends stayed overnight.

Regina and Selene were always affectionate around you, but of course you were too young to translate it into something romantic.

Your mother always laughed more with her.

Why did you father choose a false narrative in relation to her death? This angers you.

(Rayna/Reader lock in & fuck the patriarchy) ⤵️

In the following months you gather all of the recordings, letters and documents from your mother’s belongings from Selene. Going through them with a fine tooth comb, with the help of Andrea Sachs and Cassidy Priestly.

The two women you trust could help you bring her story to light. The third woman is doing her own grand plan, so you continue to respect this.

And Selene is still grieving her lost love, even now.

Nothing quickly sobers you up than Regina’s true cause of death. Yes, the therapy is helping, but all your focus currently is pointed towards resolving this for your mother and for all the women who are dragged by the press and media everyday.

In between researching and compiling your evidence, the sweet moments that help push you forward are spent with Jasper Dean Priestly, your Godson and perfect ‘nephew’. He’s so lovely.

Caroline isn’t mad it took months for you to finally meet him. She understands you couldn’t do it when you were in a dark place with yourself.

Cassie has officially moved in with you while working on your mother’s case, meaning you and Andy have to be very quiet or sometimes not have sex at all. Especially on nights the three of you stay up, putting the pieces you find together.

You’ve seen Miranda since showing up to her office drunk, but in a more professional manner. Finally re-joining the Runway meetings and taking your overseeing role seriously again.

With all the money you’ve made your father and the company through the drama of your relationship, he’s convinced you understand it’s not about what’s inside the magazine, but how many issues you sell.

If he could turn Runway into a gossip magazine he probably would.

He’s recently announced to the media and press that he’ll be passing the ownership of it sooner than he anticipated, because you’ve upheld the Ravitz family name.

It doesn’t make sense.

On the night of the Benefit where you argued with your brother, Irv later revealed that he wanted to give you each a magazine now, rather than in a decade or two because he wants to slowly retire.

This reason never sat well with you.

But you won’t wait to find out. There’s a special dinner and press event he’s planned to officially pass the ownership to you.

You decide to make this your deadline for revealing the truth. It’s tight but possible.

All you need is someone to write it and make it happen. Someone brilliant and talented.

“Andy?”, you’ve been gazing at her thoughtfully for the last few minutes while sitting on the floor of your living room. Papers and notes everywhere.

“Mm?”, she looks up at you with studious eyes.

“I’ve been thinking…”, you start.

“Yeahhh…”, a small smile creeps on her mouth.

“I want you to be the one who writes the big article on my mother’s story and her truth”.

The brunette closes her notebook sharply.

“What? Are you sure? I’m not even like…I don’t have a name for myself yet in journalism…don’t you think it would be better in the hands of someone with a bigger name? Who can get it out to many more people? I’m not even with a big publication at the moment, we’re small…not that it matters so much but-”, she’s slowly spiralling.

“Andrea, please!”, your fingers grab her lips.

“I’ve already made up my mind. Okay?”.

She nods and you release her.

“Ray, this is huge…”.

“I know, that’s why I need someone I can trust will do it well, who’s got a good heart and the gift for writing. You have it Andy, I trust you”.

“Oh gosh, you’re sure know how to make a girl cry don’t you?”, she laughs lightly.

“And scream”, you wink playfully.

She rolls her eyes, turning her body towards you.

“Yes, with all my heart”, the brunette straddles you, placing her arms around your shoulders.

Yours wrap around her waist.

“I won’t let you down, ma’am”, she leans down to kiss your lips. It’s been a while since you’ve been intimate, but right now you don’t have time.

“Cassie will help you open the harder doors to get you what you need for the article, that’s her gift”.

“Did I ever tell you that she’s the one who thought up with fashion show proposal idea and got in touch with Matthieu herself?”.

Andy shakes her head.

“Well, she did and even got my mother’s walking teacher to show me how to master her catwalk”.

“Those Priestly women sure can’t take no for an answer”, she jokes.

“No, they can’t”.

“Are we really doing this?”, her eyes have a familiar mischief.

“Yes and this time it will change everything”.

Your hands move to cup her face.

“Thank you”, you pull her down for another kiss.

“We have so much work to do”, she whispers against your lips.

“Yup, so no distractions right now”, you grin.

“Not even a quick little one?”, her eyes light up.

“Nope”.

“Fine”.

“If I’m going to make a name for myself as a journalist, this might be the biggest foot in the door”.

“Precisely, Bigfoot”, you tease her, already laughing at your own joke.

“Why am I attracted to you?”, she slides off and sits beside you again, although she’s still smiling.

You hear the front door open and close.

Both of you turn your heads towards it to see Cassie coming straight to the living room with her hands full.

“Oh gosh, what’s all this?”, you stand to help her.

“Food and more old tabloids…these I got from my mom’s study”.

“You think some of Regina’s articles are in there?”, Andy also extends her hands.

“Yes. I believe so. We have all night”, she drops the rest on the floor, determined to get through.

“Thank you! Oh, by the way, Andy said yes”, you gaze between them both. Your favourite people.

“Excellent, if we can pull this off, I fear the industry will never be the same”, the twin opens the first magazine.

It’s hard to believe that a few months ago, this very living room was dark and lonely, now it’s filled with evidence and hope, with the help of your dearest friend and lover friend of sorts.

Selene occasionally stops by most days to bring more food and snacks.

Seeing her now with new eyes.

You feel a closeness to her that wasn’t there all your life. And there’s even more tenderness in her eyes with you now, that wasn’t always there.

You decide not to share your plan with Jay because you still don’t trust his intentions. He wants to please your father, so he could easily ruin this for all of you.

Miranda also has no clue, but she’s doing her own thing. You trust in what she promised you and leave it at this.

The only other person you never expected to be part of this project is Emily Charlton. But Andy convinced you only because the redhead’s well connected with all the other assistants at the different publications, who have important access to things that can help you.

At first she doesn’t set foot in your apartment, but as you’re getting closer to the deadline, she drops by to join you, Cassie, Andy and Selene.

On these kinds of evenings, you avoid sitting next to your lover, allowing them to be in each other’s orbit instead.

It’s obviously quite awkward, but you have to bite down your pride. You can’t overthink it right now.

Cassie is the one who keeps looking between the three of you from time to time, shaking her head a little in disbelief at this arrangement.

You’ve still kept the cleaner who helped you come out of the dark pit, but most times you still prefer to do your own cleaning.

“Can I help you?”, Emily appears beside you as you’re lost in your own thoughts doing the dishes.

Immediately, you want to scoff and refuse, but her disposition is somehow sincere, so you throw a drying cloth her way.

She catches it.

You rinse and pass her the first plate.

“Thanks for your help”, you mean both this and the information she’s been coming back with.

The redhead considers you for a moment, while your eyes avert her.

“Your mother was iconic. Her story should be heard at last”, she takes another plate.

This moment with her may just be more surreal than the first time Miranda offered to do the dishes with you.

“Yes. Thank you”.

“This is very weird though, all of us here”, she finally voices.

“Mm hmm”, you agree.

There’s some silence as you think of what to say.

“She seems happier, these last few months…”, she’s referring to Andy.

You sigh, still having not addressed your feelings.

“She is, although I’m not sure how long this will last, me and her. Miranda is monogamous so…”.

Emily doesn’t reply straight away.

“Hey, what are you two yapping about”, Andy walks in, big cheesy grin on her face. As if she can’t believe this is happening as well.

“Nothing!”, both of you answer at the same time.

The brunette turns back to the living room, after grabbing some more water bottles.

“Okayyy…I’ll leave you to do nothing”, she smiles.

Waiting until the coast is clear, you continue washing and drying together.

“She’s more chic recently, is that your doing?”, you finally try to break the awkward quietness.

Emily looks at you as if it’s obvious.

“It suits her more, that’s all”, you explain.

“You should have seen her on her first day at Runway”, the redhead laughs.

“What? Was it bad?”, you’re intrigued.

“Oh my gosh. She never told you?”, her eyes sparkle.

You shake your head.

“Okay, so here I was rushing down to meet the newest second assistant applicant and I swear to you I thought she was…”

She re-tells Andy’s first days on the job and you can’t quite believe this is the same woman. Emily’s British accent makes everything sounds more dramatic than it may have been.

She’s like a Cassie, the way she tells her stories. You actually laugh, more than you thought.

You, sharing funny stories about Andy with Emily.

It’s weird, for sure, but also kind of charming.

You don’t have time to process all the different little ways your life and relationships are changing. There’s only two more weeks until your father’s function.

The brunette has been writing and re-writing nervously, dedicated to making it perfect.

She lets you read through it before anyone else and you couldn’t get through the first few pages because of how emotional you felt.

Andrea exceeded your expectations and everything seems to be in place.

The night before the big day, you dream of a flashback, a forgotten core memory.

It was your mother’s funeral. The first time Miranda Priestly ever saw you crying.

You had on a little black dress, standing in the crowd with your father and Jay as they lowered her coffin to the ground.

For some reason, you hadn’t cried this whole day, only felt numb, like this wasn’t really real and your mother would come to fetch you after it was over.

But she never did.

At the every end, as guests threw handfuls of soil on top of the coffin to bid a final goodbye. You stood waiting and watching, hoping she would pop out and laugh at the funny joke she pulled.

She was always funny, so she really could have done it, you hoped and prayed, watching the top of the coffin.

You couldn’t release the bit of dirt you held tightly in your hand, because it would make it real.

With your father fed up and brother crying loudly, they left you there, waiting elsewhere with guests.

But you didn’t give up.

Minutes went by, until you felt a gentle hand and someone kneeling by your side.

“We can do it together”, her voice was kind.

“She’s just playing a prank”, you looked up into tender eyes, filled with tears.

“No honey. Not this time”.

“But she will always love you”.

Her arm came around to cover you, her hand slid under yours and she waited.

“We can do it together”, she tried again.

You slowly opened your palm, letting the soil drop to the coffin and she joined you with her own.

Selene was the only one watching you both.

The rest of the guests having already left.

Finally, after holding it in all day, you burst into tears and turned inwardly towards her to be held.

This is your very first memory of Miranda.

For some reason it was buried underneath, but tonight, before everything comes to light tomorrow, it revealed itself again.

You text her in the middle of night on a whim.

‘Thank you for protecting me’.

A few minutes pass, in your own thoughts, without you expecting to hear from her at all.

But she does reply, this time.

‘I always will, Rayna’.

You want to tell her that you love her, but just end up hearting the text and falling back to sleep.

The next day is almost a blur with how many preparations are involved. It’s non-stop, until the last hour before evening.

You hired a stylist and makeup artist to take care of you, Selene and Cassie at your apartment and also for Andy and Emily at theirs. Every expense of this is on you, as a small way to thank them for everything they contributed towards the truth.

When your stepmother sees you just before you all leave she almost begins to cry.

“You look so much like her”, she regards you with loving eyes, attempting a smile.

“Thank you”.

“You look so beautiful too”.

She waves her hand to dismiss it.

You exhale deeply.

“Selene, I’m so scared”.

Her hand finds yours.

“I know…me too”.

“But we’ve come this far right?”.

You nod in agreement.

“Then we can finish it”, she sounds determined.

The drive to the function is not far, making you have even less time to feel more calm.

It’s packed with reporters, photographers, journalists from all of the major publications.

You spot Miranda sat at her table with Emily beside her and Runway’s senior members.

Your father is on another table with some of the most important executives from Elias-Clarke and your older brother, of course.

Andy is on a table closer to yours, with journalists and a few people from her new job.

There’s such a buzz in the air.

Finally, you spot Selene making her way to a side table with your siblings May and Kayden.

"Que le bon Dieu nous aide et maman, montre-nous le chemin”, you pray inwardly, before finding your seat with the other young heirs of major families in Manhattan.

Your father is the first to stand and go up to the podium once everyone has settled in their seats.

He taps the mic before clearing his throat.

“Thank you all for attending this dinner and press event. I won’t bore you with too much talking, because I’m well aware most of you came for the free food and drinks”.

The audience laughs.

Your stomach turns with nerves.

“As most of you know, Runway was my first dream, as a young man. I wanted a platform where women could be empowered and celebrated, where they could feel free and respected to express themselves how they wish”.

Bullshit.

He goes on a long winded speech about fashion, women, dreams and legacies. Things you know he doesn’t really believe in, but of course the media eats this up, cameras going crazy.

“…and that’s why I’m passing on my legacy to a woman, not just any woman”.

“Rayna Ravitz, my beloved daughter whose creativity, innovation and forward-thinking will shape the future of Runway for years to come”.

You want to burst out laughing but hold it.

“A few days ago, I signed over the magazine to her name and couldn’t be prouder”.

“If you can all help me give a round of applause for the newest owner of Runway, as she comes up to make her first speech”.

The uproar of claps and cheers that go off make you feel as little disoriented as you make your way up in another one of your mother’s gowns.

Her revenge dress, of sorts.

From this moment, you switch your brain off, focusing on your heart and feelings.

You glance at Miranda quickly, then focus.

“Good evening everyone”, you swallow.

“Thank you all for clearing your busy schedules for this event”.

“I am truly honoured to be standing before you as the new owner of Runway magazine”.

“As you’ve heard from Irv, Runway was made for women to be empowered, celebrated and respected when expressing themselves”.

“So, I dedicate this moment, to my mother Regina de Crèvecœur”, you swallow again, palms starting to feel sweaty.

Camera shutters begin to loudly shoot your way.

“To all of you, she was the piercer of hearts and wildfire from Paris, who took New York by a storm, une force avec laquelle il faut compter”.

“To me and my brother Jay, she was maman, the light of our lives, the bringer of joy and laughter in our household. She loved us so much and we adored her, we still adore her”.

“My mother was an honest woman and also deeply misunderstood, thanks to all of you”, your attention turns to the media and press, watching your every move.

“All of you, at some point printed her in the narrative not told by her own words and truth, but whichever one made you the most money”.

“You lied and hunted her down everyday, pushing her to such depths of depression, it’s a wonder she stayed alive for as long as she did”, you feel your voice choke.

“I read the things you wrote about her and the fires you started by your hands, not hers”.

“I will never forgive you, for the parts you all played in the lead up to her murder”.

“Especially you, Irv”.

You look directly at your father, before continuing.

“The only magazine that painted her in her true light was Runway, thanks to this woman here”.

“Miranda Priestly”, you point her way and the cameras follow, clicking even more.

“The rest of you made your money off her suffering and pain”.

“Ignoring her pleas for help”.

You pause to compose yourself.

“So, tonight, is much bigger than me”.

“Tonight is about the truth”.

“Which I was able to discover thanks to the contributions of Selene Ravitz, Cassidy Priestly, Emily Charlton and Andrea Sachs, the one who will bring it all to light…”, you look towards the big clock and wait for a few more seconds.

“Right about now”.

All of suddenly phones are pinging and mutliple waiters bring in newspapers on serving trays, instead of the free alcohol people expected.

“Tonight you will all drink the truth”.

You pause again watching the energy in the room change, people checking their phones and grabbing the papers with eagerness.

“The article you’re about to read has been a project of over three months, countless nights of research from these women I named”.

“It is a labour of love, hope and freedom, for all the women who are taken to great heights by the press and media, loved by them, only to be dropped to their deaths and hounded when you’re all tired of them or envy their success and spirits”.

“Women like Marilyn Monroe, Princess Diana, Regina de Crèvecœur, Britney Spears, even our very own Miranda Priestly”.

“And countless more”.

“You do not respect women, you hate them and pit them against each other everyday so they can also hate themselves”.

“You lie on their names, for your own greed”.

“Which is why I’ve decided to release every interview and recording that my mother took part in unedited, that paints the truth of who she was and what she lived through”.

“For free. To anyone willing to listen to her”.

“And effective immediately, my first task as owner of Runway magazine, is to quit”.

“I’ve already signed its ownership over to the person who deserves it most, who has sacrificed her entire life to make it as successful as it is”.

“Please give it up, for your new CEO and editor-in-chief of Runway, Miranda Priestly”.

Instead of applause, camera shutters are heard all of over the room, they might as well be clapping.

The older woman is visibly shocked when you meet her eyes. You find Andy’s gaze, which is glassy with tears about to fall.

“Oh, and I’m also dropping my last name as of right now. I will no longer be known as Rayna Ravitz, but Rayna de Crèvecœur”.

The background monitor behind starts playing Regina’s interview about the hardest year of her life. The very first one Selene shared with you.

You depart from the podium and exit the event, your hands shaking as soon as your step outside.

The plan is not over.

Your driver pulls up with all your luggage ready.

You turn off your phone and throw it in a nearby bin, before you’re whisked away to the airport.

The only thing left in your hands is the newpaper article, pages upon pages of writing, including an online link to all the interviews and recordings.

Regina de Crèvecœur. IN HER OWN WORDS. by Andrea Sachs.

It’s done.

It’s actually done.

And there’s no turning back.

“Where will you be going?”, your driver checks in with you, slightly concerned.

“I’m going back to the South of France”.

There’s a quiet moment that passes.

“Is anyone else coming with you?”

You pause, considering the two women you love.

“Maybe”, smiling, your tears threatening to fall.

They eventually do, after a few minutes.

TO BE CONTINUED IN VARIOUS ENDINGS ⬇️

Miranda x Rayna/Reader ending

Andy x Rayna/Reader ending

Miranda x Rayna/Reader x Andy ending

*twenty year jumps included in all versions*

thank you to everyone who’s read this so far and commented, reblogged, messaged. you all motivate me to keep writing 🌈

credits rolling song choice of ch. 10 ⤵️

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

thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story from its beginning to its three endings, lots of love sapphics!💞🌈

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.

By the time you’re sitting eyes closed in first class on your flight to France, a hand lightly nudges your shoulder and you assume it’s one of the cabin crew members with an announcement.

But when your shades come off, you’re met with teary doe eyes on the verge of fresh tears.

Andy.

cue andy’s theme this chapter ⤵️

She kneels by your seat, immediately placing her hands on your waist, as if she hasn’t seen you for years. You were just with her this evening.

Her face moves closer to yours and before you know it your lips are hungrily at each other.

All those recent nights spent working on this project without much sex or kisses towards the deadline was a direct built up to this moment.

You’re extremely touched starved.

But, how is she here?

Andy’s hands begin to move up to your chest, eager to squeeze something, not caring if an air hostess should walk by the two of you right now.

“Wait”, you push her back lightly, immediately missing the feeling of her mouth on you.

“What are you doing on here?”.

Her eyes light up.

“I can’t let you go Ray…I’m in love with you, you know I am. I’ve been waiting so patiently for your answer, but I can’t bear it any longer”.

“I need to know whether you’re in love with me?”.

Of course you are, look at her.

How can you let go of this face?

You swallow nervously, considering how you’ll break it to Miranda that you want them both.

“I’ve been in love with you since the night we watched The Parent Trap”, you smile, your own tears building up. Much has happened since.

But you can’t deny the truth underneath.

“I love you so much, Andy”.

You swear she stops breathing for a second.

“I love you too Ray!”, she grins and releases laughter of relief.

“Thank goodness…first class is not cheap”.

“Andy! You didn’t have to do all this…”, feeling bad, but equally moved by her grand gesture.

“Oh! But I did Rayna de Crèvecœur”, she sits down next to you with the cheesiest grin.

“Otherwise I could have been too late”, her hand reaches for yours and squeezes.

You consider a version of her worry, an Andy that’s too late to get to you. What would that even look like? She’s been trying to get with you for months now, waiting ever so patiently.

“What about Em?”, asking a few moments later.

“She’s doing her own thing…we’re open after all. I think she’ll be out of town too with her boyfriend”.

God, how is this supposed to work?

“Oh…I guess that settles it then”, you reply cooly.

Miranda won’t be happy, you think.

There has to be another way though, surely?

“Yup, it’s you, me and the South of France”, Andy grins, leaning back into her seat, finally taking out the wired earphones she never leaves home without. How very retro of her in this era.

“What do you listen to in those things?”, you peek over to see her pulling out an old iPod.

“Music”, she smiles like it’s obvious.

“How come I’ve never seen this?”, your hand reaching over into her lap to grab it.

The brunette shrugs, giving you one very loud earphone, already blasting a song.

‘…come on baby, we ain't gonna live forever, let me show you all the things that we could do. You know you wanna be together and I wanna spend the night with you…’

“Who’s this?”, you ask while subtly turning down the volume with your thumb.

“The Veronicas?”.

You listen some more.

“What’s the name of the song?”.

“Forever, but like four the number then ever…”

“Cool, it’s not bad”, you smile.

“Wait…you really don’t know The Veronicas?”, her voice and gaze suspicious.

You shake your head.

“How? They’re like 2000s pop royalty”.

“I don’t know everything Andy, geez”, your tone warning her. She reminds you of a certain person.

“That’s so…okay, I bet Cassie knows them”, she smiles as if teasing you. She reminds you of her.

You roll your eyes.

“So, is this your favourite song of theirs?”.

“One of them”, she’s still staring at you, until the song ends, taking her earphone back.

You watch her energy change from hyped to mellow midway through the flight. She scoots close to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

Whilst your lover sleeps for the rest of the journey, you finish the second half of ‘Song of Achilles’, which you’d read with her beside you whilst flying to Paris Fashion Week. Millions of years ago now.

It wrecks you to your core, but luckily your sniffling wakes up Andy just in time for her to cuddle up with you and say ‘I told you so’.

You’ll be thinking about Achilles and Patroclus a lot, their story is so well written and tragic.

Over the following week, you both spend time with your great aunt Rosalie and the rest of your mother’s family at her home and vineyard.

They adore Andy, her sweet nature and sometimes broken French woos them.

One thing you love about her is how organised she remains to be even during chaotic times.

For example being aware you planned to throw away your phone, she bought you another one for this trip, with only a few people in your contacts.

Naturally, the first person you text is Cassie about the book you’ve just finished. She’s been waiting.

At the vineyard great aunt Rosalie offers to give the brunette her studio apartment detached from the main house, but she kindly declines, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

So, you share a bed.

And obviously, having not had time for sex in the last month of the project, that’s pretty much all you do with her. You’re addicted to Andrea.

As satisfying and blissful as it is, but you can’t stop thinking about the other older woman.

Last time you spoke to her was at the Runway offices, in a professional manner. Meaning the last personal time you actually had was when she fucked you in her little dark closet months ago.

She would obviously be made aware you’re currently here, probably by Cassie or Caroline.

You’re torn between calling her and giving her space until she reaches out to you herself.

Right now, she’ll be going through huge changes with the CEO title you’ve bestowed freely on her.

When you do hear from the twins using your new phone, they don’t have any new information about their mother’s current state of mind.

Cassie especially is more interested in the book you’ve just finished, asking for all your thoughts.

Miranda will reach out when she’s ready, she promised she’d come to you, so you trust in this.

You decide to wait it out, enjoying the peace the South of France always brings to your spirit.

Even Andy is convinced of moving here the more time she spends with you in the outdoors. But of course, she has to consider her life with Emily.

During her final few days before she leaves for Manhattan, you receive a letter at this address.

Your heart stops when you see the familiar ink.

Rayna de Crèvecœur

Quickly, you tear at its seams and unfold it.

rayna’s heartache ⤵️

{My sweet, strong, courageous Rayna,

I am in awe of you and the woman you’re becoming before my eyes.

I am greatly moved by your actions.

And I will be grateful for the rest of my days.

My heart soared watching make a speech that will live on for many years to come.

I know Regina is dancing with joy right now.

The article was excellent, perfection.

Of course only Andrea Sachs could achieve something like this on her first try.

She amazes me just as much.

Your generation of women is fearless. I have much hope for the future of the girls behind.

I hope I can make you proud being the new owner of Runway. I can’t believe your mother saw it in me before I did. She was years ahead.

It feels like everything is coming full circle, from all those years ago. And it will for you too one day when you reach my age.

But for now, you’ll think me harsh for letting you go this way. I’m so sorry it can’t be in person.

I wish there was another way, but I can’t face you to say all this because you’d change my mind in a heartbeat, with those eyes of yours.

You know it.

So, please don’t try, nothing I say will satisfy you.

This has to be the way it is.

You and Andrea make a good pair, I mean it without any malice. She’s good for you.

I don’t think I’m good for you Rayna, and with this new title, I will only fall more into my work.

That’s what calls to me most at this stage of my life, not another marriage or more children.

You deserve someone who will be able to give you all the attention you crave.

I can’t offer you this.

So, I have to release you to her.

I know Andrea loves you deeply.

Make a happy life with her and live it to the fullest, without any regrets, you’re both young.

I don’t need to protect you anymore, even from media and press as Cassidy would have told you.

I only need to protect you from myself and the ongoing heartbreak I would bring into your life as time goes on, if we decided to become partners.

I simply don’t have it in me anymore.

So, for both our sakes, we mustn’t have contact.

Please forgive me.

I’ll always love you.

Miranda Priestly}

This feels so abrupt, so out of nowhere.

What about her promises to you? Asking you to trust her this whole time, that she would come.

It’s as if each letter and word hammers into your heart until you’re without one at all.

Everything in you falls apart into a million pieces on the ground of your great aunt’s vineyard.

Andy is the one who finds you balled up and weeping loudly, without a care who hears it.

She only stops panicking over if you’re physically hurt when she sees what you’re holding.

The brunette takes the letter, with your permission and reads it quietly to herself.

“Oh God”, is what comes out of her mouth.

“Ray, I am so sorry”.

She kneels down to you, reaching for you.

Her arms scoop you into her embrace, allowing you to cry on her shoulder, while she soothes you, rubbing gentle circles on your back over and over.

“I’m here, okay? I won’t be going anywhere”.

“We’ll get through this together”.

She pauses her words but not her hands.

All you can hear besides your crying are the birds and the sounds of critters around you, going about their day. It would otherwise be peaceful.

“I know nothing I say right now will help”.

“But this is not the end for you”.

She searches her heart for comforting words.

“One day you’ll heal and rise above this moment”.

“Until then, whatever you’re feeling now is valid”.

The brunette continues like this for twenty minutes, before you start to calm.

Everything feels heavy all of sudden, even your own limbs and clothes.

It’s all too much.

“I don’t have to go back so soon, I can still work remotely”, she offers herself, which means more to you than any words she’s spoken.

“I’ll take my calls internationally… Ray, is it alright if I stay here with you?”.

You nod, holding her tighter.

God please, Emily can’t take her away from you.

“Okay it’s done, I’ll stay”.

And she does, not merely for a few weeks, but months, holding you each night that you cry yourself to sleep. Bringing you your every meal.

Even going as far as bathing with you, just so you don’t have to carry it all on your own.

She’s an Andy that you’ve never seen before, one that goes above and beyond for you because she knows you need her, not just want her around.

One that you know will thrive when she’s wholly loved by someone. That’s all she’s ever wanted.

So you do, little by little.

You learn to love her deeply. Not to the extent of your obsession with Miranda Priestly, but she resides in a completely different part of you.

Emily is of course not pleased with her deciding to remain in France with you for this time.

She even visits one day.

You watch them from afar, sitting on the table with the parasol, next to the studio apartment, talking intensely while you gather lavender.

Your heart though still in pieces, is convinced that the brunette will leave with the redhead.

So, you’re shocked when she doesn’t and instead announces Emily broke things off with her, wanting to settle with someone more available to her and start a family, in London, where she’s received an offer of a lifetime at their Runway.

She tells Andy the two of you suit each other, just like Miranda’s letter, giving you her own sort of blessing. You’re weary if she really means it.

Even though you don’t speak with her directly, when you catch her gaze as she leaves, there’s no immediate malice or ill intent in her eyes.

Only sorrow for losing Andrea Sachs.

Now with both of you dumped and heartbroken in France, you do the natural thing of intertwining with each other even more than before.

Choosing to engage with your pain as a motive to build the life you hope for.

Seeing the hardships along the way as things that won’t drown you, but propel you towards your eventual triumphs.

Being aware that in the end, it’s more courageous to overcome than give up and let life take you out.

You decide to use the money you have from your mother’s inheritance to buy a house in the South of France, settling there with your one and only.

The brunette is offered a job with a local smaller publication, she doesn’t think twice. Taking it to be closer to home and one day your future kids.

Whenever you do visit New York, which is rare in the early years, you do it as a couple, always hand in hand, shielding each other from old memories.

You see the twins even less, but they understand the complexity of the situation with Miranda, who you don’t reach out to and who doesn’t ever contact you in return, as if you never existed.

Jasper Dean Priestly comes to visit you during his school vacations and enjoys being spoilt by you.

Any other events his grandmother is sure to be in attendance you purposely decline the invites to.

With Selene, May and Kayden now residing close by in the South of France, after divorcing Irv, you now have more family around you these days than you know what to do with.

It’s truly a blessing.

rayna x andy core ⤵️

Of course Andrea proposes to you, later on.

It’s the easiest yes of your life.

The wedding is held at aunt Rosalie’s vineyard, she’s the one who walks you down the aisle.

It’s a homey and earthy celebration, healing the part of you still aching over what happened here years back with Miranda’s final letter to you.

The same for Andy with Em.

You take the Sachs name because you love your wife, it’s that simple. Her vows to you are beautiful and true to your journey with her.

The ending of them is inspired by the great poet, Emily Dickinson, who she believes to be a lesbian.

“I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider…every day you stay away, I miss my biggest heart, my own goes wandering round, and calls for Rayna…Ray, forgive me darling, for every word I say, my heart is full of you…yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me…I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes…”

“For til now, I have only mourned for you…”

“Now I begin to hope for you”.

She did mourn, back in the days, when things between you remained uncertain for a while.

Of course you weep throughout, it’s perfect and she’s become perfect for you along the way.

Jay, your older brother comes to support you both, even though he’s still in contact with Irv. Andy’s parents and her sister are present .

Cassie brings her ‘Achilles’ and is the bridesmaid who catches the flowers at the end, which suits her well as she’s on her way to get hitched too.

Caroline and her wife announce they’re having another baby, this time a girl! So, you’re already excited to be aunty to this little one too.

Life starts to feel different as each year passes, you continue with the therapy you started in Manhattan, only remotely.

Andy starts to talk about wanting to have kids with you and you’re happy that both of you want to take turns carrying, using the same donor.

Though nothing comes close to perfect in those beginning years of marriage and first child experience. You do everything together.

That’s what gets you through the pain and joy of this thing called life. You and Andrea hand in hand, facing your giants and hopefully winning.

2O Years Later

Location - South of France

Status - Married with three kids - Regina Sachs(11) Reine Sachs(7) Romy Sachs(5)

andy x rayna & their little rascals’ theme ⤵️

You remember Caroline texting you years ago, when she first had Jasper Dean, that her life felt suddenly so full, but she loved every moment.

That’s where you currently find yourself.

"J'ai presque fini ma chérie", your hands gather your youngest’s hair to finish styling it.

You have her up on the kitchen counter.

“Sit still for a few more minutes, oké?”.

“D'accord”, Romy’s sweet little voice answers, but she’s already getting distracted by her toys.

The only person who can get her to stay put is currently missing, leaving you to juggle the last few tasks. However, all of you need to be out in the next fifteen to twenty minutes.

“Maman! J'trouve pas mon iPad!”, Reine shouts from upstairs, for the third time this morning.

“T'es toujours banni!”, you yell back and can hear her immediately grunt in frustration, stomping back to her room. She needs to get down here.

“Romy, please sit still”, you move her toys.

“Ma, I can’t find my AirPods”, your oldest walks in the kitchen, rolling her suitcase. She can be organised like her other mother when she wants.

“I want my toys!”, the little one pouts.

‘God help me’, you scream internally.

“You can get them after”, to the youngest.

“Honey, use the other pair, that’s why I got you two sets”, to the eldest, your voice is on the edge of snapping soon. You need your wife.

“Romy, darling, mama is almost done, okay?”.

She continues to sulk.

This one takes after you for sure.

“That’s the pair I can’t find!”, Regina starts searching the kitchen, annoyingly.

Her losing these earphones happens at least once a week, to the point you’re considering getting her wired ones, no matter how old school it is.

“Well, look again. I’m not getting you a third set”.

"J'y vais pas sans eux", she mumbles under her breath, rummaging through drawers and even Andy’s briefcases that are currently living in here.

“Yes you are, I heard you and they’re definitely not going to be in there are they Regina”, your voice tittering towards frustration, but you hold it.

“I really need them Ma, please!”, she exclaims.

“Okay fine, come keep an eye on your sister, I’ll have a look for them while I bring down your mom and I’s suitcases”.

You huff.

Preparing to travel as a family is a testing process.

“Okayyy”, Regina swaps places with you, holding the youngest on the counter. “Sit still”, she attempts to finish the hairstyle you started.

As you’re making your way out, Reine comes running at full speed, bumping into you.

“Sorry maman!”.

"Pas d'courir dans la maison!", your tone is on the edge. If one more thing happens, that’s it!

“D’accord, can I be unbanned now? I need my iPad, pretty please maman chérie”, she pleads, giving you her big doe eyes. The exact copy of Andy’s, which of course have gotten her away with many things in the past and even now.

It’s tough.

But you have to be firmer with these girls.

You take a deep breath, and out.

“No, sweetie, not until your behaviour at school has improved, where is your suitcase?”.

“Here”, Andy finally appears, bringing all of the luggage with her in the kitchen.

Thank goodness, you’re saved.

“And where have you been?”, you smile relieved.

Your wife gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“Eeeyuck!”, Reine’s voice interrupts.

“Finalising our trip”, she grins.

“Your daughters want to kill me and we’re not even in the teen years yet”, you whisper to her.

“My? Not yours anymore?”, she’s teases.

“Honestly, right now, it’s questionable”, you laugh, instantly feeling your nervous system calm around the brunette. You’ve grown closer over the years, with the obstacles parenting brings.

Your trust in each other is solid, especially with keeping other external relationships outside.

Monogamy is the thing that suits you both at this stage of your adult lives. No complications.

“We’re gonna miss our flight”, you express your worry to her. This is also Romy’s first one abroad.

“No we won’t, what’s left to do?”.

“Her hair”, eyes pointing to your youngest.

“On it”, your partner to the rescue.

“Mom have you seen my AirPods?”, Regina swaps with Andy, securing your kid on the counter.

“You left them in my car”, she’s already gathering the same hair you attempted a while ago.

“And please load the suitcases while you’re at it, Reine help your sister”, you join Andy and Romy, gathering her toys to put them in her little bag pack. She’s still at the stage of being so attached.

The eldest girls begrudgingly take the luggage.

“What were you finalising?”, your hand rests on Andy’s back. She looks so good in this dress.

Her style is still chic, but definitely more laid back being out here in the countryside of France.

If the kids weren’t here, you’d definitely take her right on this kitchen floor. Your sex life is still incredible, despite having three girls who constantly need the both of you.

It’s all about taking any small opportunity that comes your way, meaning lots of quickies.

However, the early mornings and late nights are especially better timings for longer sessions, like today. Which to be quite honest probably contributed to your current lateness.

“It’s a surprise”, her gaze focused on the hair. There’s a hint of excitement in her tone.

Romy’s restlessness stops and she finally sits still. You have no idea how Andy does this.

“Have you been good for your maman?”, your wife speaks softly to her.

“Oui, trop trop bien”, she grins, her cheeky, mischievous eyes finding yours, the little rascal.

“That’s not what I heard”.

There’s silence suddenly, as the little one thinks.

“What did I teach you?”, the brunette continues, her tone still soft but firm.

Romy’s eyes meet her other mother.

“To listen and to sit well when we get ready”.

You can’t get enough of her sweet face when she gets like this, being the bigger softy than Andy.

“That’s right sweetheart. I’d like you to say sorry to your maman for not listening to her”.

“Sorry mamanounette”, her voice is quiet.

“Awww, it’s alright ma choupinette”, you kiss her cheek, making her smile brightly.

She’ll do it again for sure.

But how can you resist your girls, they’re perfect.

Even when they’re moody and grumpy.

There’s nothing that could make you trade this life you’ve built, even with everything that tried to stop you along the way. You overcame it all.

And you’ll continue to do so with your wife.

“Okay done! Let’s get out of here”, she picks up Romy, taking her straight to the car, while you make sure all the electrical appliances are off and lock the door behind.

Manhattan awaits you and your small tribe.

You’re of course in charge of the road trip snacks, packing for everyone, especially the driver.

One thing you love about Andrea Sachs is how she always allows you to be the passenger princess most days, while you let her be your pillow princess some days, spoiling her rotten.

So, yet again, it’s her taking your family to the airport.

“Seatbelts?”, you check in the rear view mirror.

“Yeah!”, the oldest and youngest answer right away. Your wife always does your little one’s car seat, so you’re not worried about her.

“Almost”, Reine smiles as if she deliberately left it unclipped. You all wait for her until she’s does it.

“Done”, she sits back.

“Okay before we pull off, I need to remind you all to be on best behaviours this trip”.

“Jasper Dean’s graduation and your mom’s work dinner will be very important and serious events”.

“But, we have some fun things planned too if you’re good girls, okay?”

“Any questions?”, you conclude.

Your daughters start speaking all at once until you settle them and ask for one at a time. Oldest to youngest.

“Okay, can we please go to the Guggenheim? Romy hasn’t been with us before…it’s really fun”, she turns to her little sister, who nods.

“Yes, your maman loves it too, we had a lot of our dates there”, Andy answers this one, raising both her eyebrows playfully.

“Next question”, you smile.

“Can I get my iPad back?”, Reine persisting.

“No. Next question”.

“Okay okay! Wait, it wasn’t a real one! Can I ask a real question now”, the seven year old tests you.

“It’s my turn!”, Romy complains.

You sigh.

“I’ll come back to you, don’t waste your last chance”, referring to your middle child.

“Go on sweetie”, you encourage the youngest.

“Please can we stay with aunt Cassie, like a sleepover?”, her voice sweet.

“That’s a good question! Can we?”, Regina adds.

“Yes, of course. She misses you. Well done Romy for saying please”, your wife takes this one too.

“Alright, Reine”, you give her your don’t play eyes.

“Can we visit grandma Selene in Paris on our way back? I copied Romy a little”, she smiles at her.

“It’s okay, you can copy me”, the little one grins.

Your heart melts.

“Yes we can, good question”.

“And now how about you my love?”, your attention turns to Andy.

“Can I take your maman on dates some evenings when we’re there?”, she directs it at the kids.

“Yes, as long as you bring us some sweet treats”, Regina gives her cheeky smile.

“Yeah, lots!”, Romy adds.

“Alright, I’ll consider it if you actually let us go this time, no funny business”, the brunette squints her eyes at them. Many times your little dates have been cancelled or rescheduled due to the girls.

Having Cassie nearby this trip is a game changer for sure, your girls are obsessed with her. She plays the cool aunty very well, considering she never wants kids of her own, so she spoils yours.

And of course Caroline’s daughter Miriam Mavis Priestly is now thirteen, she always gets along with yours, playing the big sis role.

“Okay great, all settled then, let’s get out of here”, you announce.

“Maman, you didn’t get a turn”, Reine chimes in.

She can be sweet, your wife’s little twin.

Without turning back around.

“Are you all gonna go to bed on time during this trip, without crying or keeping me up?”, you half joke but kind of mean it.

The unison monotonous ‘yeahs’ tell you that they won’t but it’s okay, you’ll cross that bridge when you get there. How the two of you birthed three night owls is definitely a mystery.

It’s not to the same level as your childhood insomnia, but still such an effort to settle them in.

Regina is getting better with age, though she still needs a lot of prompting. Romy will usually just copy her sisters and then pass out first. Reine is the one who stays up playing on her iPad.

You and Andy are trying to think of a replacement item for her, because she’s too attached to hers.

“Can’t promise I won’t keep you up”, the brunette whispers to you before pulling away.

You feel tingles grow all over your body.

God, yes.

‘Keep me up all night’, you think to yourself.

The girls get into the books you bought for these kind of car rides.

As parents you’re trying to minimise too many hours spent on screens.

“Mom, can you play Do You Believe in Magic?”, Romy asks later into the journey.

“Which version?”, Andy double checks.

“The one from your iPod”, Reine clarifies for her.

“Yeah! That one”, her little sister agrees.

“Okay well, I’ll use my phone”, the brunette starts to fiddle with the Bluetooth, but you take over, wanting her to concentrate on the road.

Somehow your wife’s beat up iPod survived the ages long enough for her to introduce music from her younger days to your daughters.

Aly & AJ’s version of ‘Do You Believe in Magic’ is now one of your on the road songs, that all you actually sing together, including Regina who’s slowly fazing out of the other kiddy songs.

Your wife always gets you to the airport a few hours too early for the flight in your opinion, meaning you have lots of time to kill.

While you have Romy already napping in your lap and Reine surprisingly still in her book beside you, Andy is sat across from you with Regina, going through her old iPod with her.

“The Veronicas are pretty good”, your daughter looks to Andy, whose eyes light up.

“I know, they were a pretty big deal back in my days”, she clicks to the next song.

“Mom, j'ai besoin d'aller aux chiottes", Reine walks up to the pair, interrupting their little jam session.

“Ok, viens avec moi. Regina, t'as besoin d'aller aux toilettes?", your wife to your eldest.

“Yes actually”.

“Alright, babe, I’ll take them if you’re okay here?”, she refers to you, already taking their hands in hers. It’s been almost three hours waiting.

You nod and yawn, starting to feel sleepy yourself.

“Thank you”.

As you’re waiting for them, your little one opens her eyes to see you smiling down at her.

“Hey you”.

“Are we in New York now?’, she asks with her sweet sleepy voice.

You laugh.

“Not quite honey, we’re still at the airport in France. I’ll make sure you’re awake to see the clouds later”.

She huffs.

“I know”, you agree.

Romy closes her eyes, going back to her nap.

The next time she wakes up properly you’ve already taken off. She’s in the inside seat, with Reine in the middle and you on the aisle seat.

Her eyes adjust to the small window, curious to see what’s going on out there.

“Maman! Look we’re inside clouds! Wowww”.

“Aren’t they so lovely?”, you smooth her hair.

“Soooo lovely”, she copies you, exaggerating.

“Can we go touch them?”, asking seriously.

“No darling”.

“You’d be fried”, Reine chimes in beside her, sticking her head out of her book for a moment.

You burst out laughing.

The little one looks scared.

“Rei, who told you that?”, you query.

She shrugs.

“I don’t want to be fried maman”, Romy gazes at up at you, with genuine fear.

You rub her back.

“Honey, you’re not gonna be fried, Reine is just making a joke, aren’t you?”, nudging her sister.

“Touching a cloud would feel like…you know when it gets really foggy sometimes in winter, and your mom drives slow because she can’t see ahead?”.

“Yeah”, she’s still looking at you.

“Well, it would feel like wet fog in your hands”.

“Like rain?”.

“Yes, kind of”.

“I don’t like the rain”.

“I know sweetheart”.

“Are we almost there?”.

“Not for hours, we just left”.

She slumps in her chair and looks out the window again, still fascinated by the clouds.

“Once upon time, there was a pretty cloud princess name Reiney”, her sweet voice starts, grabbing her sister’s attention.

“She lived in a cloud castle-”

“I don’t wanna be a dumb princess”.

“Please, your language Reine”, you warn her.

“Sorry”, she’s quick to respond.

“What do you want to be?”, her little sister asks.

“A dragon”, she looks up from her book.

“Okay. Once upon a time, there was a pretty dragon who lived in the clouds…she always had a runny nose because of the foggy rain inside her cloud castle…”

“Maman, where’s Regina and mom?”, Romy changes topics realising they’re missing.

“Sitting somewhere else”, you answer.

“I’m hungry”, she moves on.

“Okay”, you exhale, reaching for her bag.

“Finish your story”, Reine closes her book.

“You like it?”, the little one smiles.

“Yeah, so far”.

“Okay. One day, Reiney the dragon blew her nose too hard she fell from the sky and went inside the castle of a cute princess…her name was Romy…”

This goes on for a few more hours, making up funny little stories about the clouds.

At least they’re interacting well with each other and not fighting.

As this is your youngest’s first time flying abroad, she handles the eight hours pretty well, only crying a few times overall.

Manhattan is a world away from the peaceful part of the South of France you’re based in. It’s exciting for the girls and Andy, but you feel anxious the moment you arrive in the city.

Irv still lives here, though you haven’t spoken in years, you don’t particularly want an awkward interaction.

That however isn’t as bad as the idea of seeing Miranda Priestly after twenty years. You can’t even avoid her either because the special dinner Andrea is being honoured at will have all of the biggest names in fashion and journalism.

To top it off Emily Charlton who’s now editor-in-chief of Runway London will be in attendance.

Although you and your wife have spoken about how you’ll navigate this evening, it frightens you.

One of the only reassuring things about the whole event is how it’s happening in the first few days, meaning you have the rest of your trip to relax.

Another great thing is that James Holt has asked if he can dress your whole family.

He’s still one of great modern designers to come out of New York, so impossible to get.

You spoke to him remotely about the ideas you both have. Andy leaving it in your hands and trusting you’ll get her right.

Regina and Romy are easy, anything feminine and ‘pretty’. Reine is the tricky one with her self expression constantly fluctuating at the moment.

Sometimes she wants dresses, other times she won’t go near one. So, you try to keep more options for her with this dinner.

The fittings for all these looks is the first stop on your wife’s itinerary for all of you.

Your daughters enjoy this process a lot more than you anticipated. Even Romy who’s usually too shy to speak with anyone new is comfortable.

And as predicted, Reine doesn’t know what she wants, changing a few times more than her sisters.

It’s only when she sees Andy in her suit that she decides she wants to be like her mom.

So, in the end you and your other girls are in evening dresses, while your wife and middle child do the suits.

The townhouse you rent whenever you come to Manhattan is your sort of safe haven, with cosy and warm tones like your house back in France.

The girls each have their own bedroom, although your youngest likes to float between everyone else’s rooms than be in her own.

With the big dinner being a few days away, Andy is away most of the day, finalising on her speech and also preparing with her team.

Cassidy comes to see you to catch up, but your daughters ambush her upon arrival.

It’s ‘aunt Cassie this, aunt Cassie that’ for hours.

The only chance you’ll get for a one to one is when this whole event is done and Andy is available to take the girls for a bit.

You aren’t complaining though, having your bestie here even for a few hours gives you some extra time to yourself to finish off a few things for your wife. This is dinner is her special moment.

Another thing is getting Jasper Dean’s presents wrapped for his graduation towards the end of the trip. You haven’t seen him for years.

It’s an event where Miranda is sure to be in attendance, unfortunately for your heart.

It doesn’t surprise you that she truly never reached out to you after her letter. Sometimes that ache resurfaces when you’re in this city.

She obviously has soared with her role of CEO, bringing the magazine to greater heights than when Irv still had it in his name.

Your mother had been right about her.

On the morning of the dinner, with the both of you finding it difficult to sleep, you wake up early, the house completely silent.

You’re lying on top of your wife, making out with her in a slow, measured way, humming into her mouth. As if transferring her strength for today.

You love the feel of kneading her soft breasts in your palm. It gets her going pretty quickly.

She starts to sing for you, soft little moans of pleasure, irresistible to your ears.

Andy’s hand travels across your back, scratching you lightly with her nails, it’s heaven. Especially when she reaches to squeeze your ass, usually her sign that she’s had enough of playing.

“I’m already so wet, I need you”, she pleads.

“I need you too, let’s do each other”, you reposition for both of you to have access to rub.

The girls could wake up too, so you don’t waste time, aiming for each other’s needy little buttons.

“At the fitting, when you came out in the suit you’re wearing tonight, I wanted you to take me there and then”.

“Really?”.

“Mm hmm”.

“That can be arranged”.

You gasp when she teases sliding her finger inside, enjoying her quick rubbing on you. Your hips buck at the motion, trying to keep up.

“Don’t play, come inside me”.

“Yes ma’am…anything for you”, she pushes her index first, followed by her middle shortly after.

This is what you need. You close your eyes.

“Now be a good puppy and fuck me”.

She smiles, starting to pump in and out.

“Don’t forget to rub”, you remind her.

“Like this?”, she demonstrates.

You immediately bite your bottom lip from the intense pleasure. Yes, exactly like that.

“Perfect…oh puppy that’s good”, mumbling.

Andy’s watching you, growing more satisfied with her affect on you, after all these years together.

“Remember when you called me a dumb puppy?”, she whispers, circling a little faster.

“Mm hmmmm”, you’re kind of half listening.

Her pacing continues for a little while, then it starts to slow down, as if teasing or edging.

But when she completely halts, you guess she has a cramp. You’re ready to tell her to switch arms. However, when you open your eyes, she’s crying, as if attempting to repress her tears.

“Hey! What’s wrong?”, you remove your hand from her and reposition so you can see her.

“Andrea…”, when she doesn’t reply.

“It’s stupid”, she sniffs.

“Nothing’s stupid here, remember? You’re safe”, you bring her in your arms to hold her.

She’s silent, her face pained by something.

“I won’t look at you if that’s what you need”, you shut your eyes again and wait. Occasionally peeking with one the longer she stays quiet.

For some silly reason, this makes her laugh, so you keep doing it excessively until she’s full on cackling.

“Tell this ol’ one-eyed pirate what troubles yer lass”, playing on the character.

Now she’s belly laughing, tears and all.

“You sound like Mr. Krabs”, she says in between.

“Hello, I like money”, you mimic him.

“That’s who you’ve been married to I’m afraid, I was hiding my identity this whole time”, now in your normal voice.

“You’re silly”, she finally calms, still a little sad.

“We do silly great in this house, look at our kids

“Oh! I didn’t tell you but Romy on the flight was in total awe of the clouds right, only for Reine to frighten her by saying she’ll get fried up if she touched them. I mean her little face, I couldn’t stop laughing…we have the silliest kids”, you’re rubbing her back gently.

“That’s why I don’t want you to leave me”, she suddenly sobs onto your chest, as if it’s really happening. “I love our life and I love you”.

Okay, this is new. You listen to her.

“I don’t know why my brain just remembered that night years ago, when you called me a dumb puppy…how happy that version of me was, even before I had you in this way…that Andy doesn’t know how happy she’s about to get…and I’m scared of becoming her again. With Emily and Miranda both going this evening”, she continues.

“I know Miranda especially regrets losing you, Cassie told me a few years ago. I’m imagining her seeing you…and taking you away from me”.

Your heart is twisting hearing her pain.

“Andrea, look at me”.

She does, her tear stained face still beautiful.

“I would never leave you because of Miranda or anyone else. You forget I share in the same happiness you experience with our family and having you as my partner. I also love our life and I love you so much that I’d rather be here by your side as you accept this honour this evening, with all of the anxieties and insecurities that come with being in Manhattan, than be back home in France, where we have peace and simplicity”.

“You know I read that Em recently divorced from her husband on our way here and I’ve just been spiralling in my head…thinking the minute she sees you she’ll also take you from me”.

“Really?”.

“Yes, really, so you see, were literally thinking the same things. How silly of us”.

It’s quiet for a while, both of you processing.

“How silly indeed”, she finally replies.

It’s not long before you’re making her belly laugh again, to the point your two youngest come in to investigate and cuddle. But you have to tell them to come back in five minutes so you can put on some pyjamas and freshen up first.

Breakfast and lunch are delightful, even as it’s the most important day of your trip, you intentionally slow it down for you, Andy and the kids because the evening will be insane.

You play your favourite board games, cuddle up and nap in between meals. It’s heaven to you.

Before evening falls, James Holt and his team arrive at the house to dress your family, hair, makeup, everything included.

His theme is classic elegant silhouettes with little gothic and punk flares mixed in. You’re not surprised when you all come out together at the end looking somewhat like a French vampire clan.

Andy and Reine are killing it with their suits, your daughter even asked for her hair to be cut shorter so she can have it gelled back.

She looks very handsome and confident in herself, more than most days where she’s indecisive. Sometimes afraid to be different.

You and your wife have your guesses about what may be going on with your middle child, but you’re waiting until she voices it herself.

Regina, Romy and yourself have never looked this fancy in the evening dresses. It’s the first time before an event everyone is happy to have their pictures taken without fussing and tantrums.

You hire a car to take you to the dinner, which also has a red carpet moment you weren’t expecting.

Andy reassures you she’s happy to do it alone, not wanting you and the kids to be exposed in front of the press and media, but you’re not going to leave her, especially after her feelings this morning.

You’re doing everything as a family.

Besides, it’s a one off thing and you’ll be back in the South of France soon, in your safest haven.

In the same way you weren’t expecting the carpet, they aren’t also expecting to see you.

The moment the five of you step out and they realise Andrea Sachs is walking hand in hand with her wife, the woman who called them all out years ago, and their children, the cameras go crazy.

this just fits so well with the Sachs’ vibes rn ⤵️

“Andrea, this way”, multiple voices call out.

“Rayna, how is it being back in New York?”

The girls are loving the spot light, for them it feels as if they’re playing a game. Although Romy does start to cling on you more, the longer it goes on.

Your wife has to stop and do some short interviews along the way.

She’s a feet away with Reine, who’s her shadow right now, while you, Regina and the little one follow behind.

“Rayna, how does it feel to still have your speech be watched by people till this day? It made such an impact!”, one woman sticks a microphone in your face, wanting to get a viral moment.

Your daughters’ are watching.

“Tonight I’m here for my wife Andrea Sachs, she’s really killing it with her career, genuinely one of the brightest and most compassionate people you have in journalism. She always gets down to the truth of it all. I’m really so proud to be here, with our daughters, it’s a dream come true for her”, offering a small smile at the end and walking on ahead before they try and trap you.

By the time you catch up to Andy and Reine, the second worst part is over. You enter the hall where it’s already packed with people finding their tables or sitting and socialising.

There’s elevator music playing before the event begins and the buzz in the air is undeniable.

The young man leading you to your table is yapping about how he’s excited to meet the both of you and how big of a night it is.

But you don’t really hear anything he’s saying after this as you realise who’s sat at the table you’re heading towards.

Yes.

Miranda Priestly, with a man that looks like her date leaning in to speak with her. Emily Charlton with her date, some tech billionaire you recognise from the news.

Who puts these tables together?

If they thought they were doing you a favour because you’re all previously from Runway magazine, they’re sorely mistaken.

Andy immediately reaches to hold your hand when she notices, not to be performative, but because you both need the physical touch to sooth each other’s anxiety.

Thank goodness your kids are like a barrier around you on the circular table. So, the actual seating goes, Miranda’s date, Em’s tech billionaire, Emily Charlton, Reine, Andy, Romy, you, Regina and finally Miranda Priestly.

It’s not long before the music quietens down, the host of the dinner introduces themselves and what to expect from the evening.

Everything is moving fast, you can’t really keep up with the energy, being used to slower pace environments in the last two decades.

Your two eldest daughters are the ones who seem most calm and engaged between all of you.

Andrea is clearly nervous, though she’s hiding it well for those who don’t know her. Romy is snuggled up on your chest slowly getting overstimulated. She’s your little twin for real.

When the servers come by with drinks you opt for their strongest wine, needing something else other than your wife’s hand to calm your system.

She doesn’t take anything, not wanting to risk her sober state of mind for her big speech.

The girls have the non alcoholic options, except for your little one who’s currently being fussy.

You can tell she’s one more thing away from crying and pray she just hangs on for a little longer.

Your game plan is to leave as soon as Andy’s portion is finished.

From your right peripheral you spot Emily eyeing up your wife frequently. On your left Miranda is focused on the presenter. For a second you dare to gaze at her and your heart almost gives out.

Nope, look anywhere else.

“Maman, I wanna go home”, Romy whispers.

“I know sweetie, me too, trust me, we’ll be leaving after your mom’s speech, okay?”, you rub her back and play with her hair.

“Do you want your headphones?”, you’re already searching through your little bag for her things, another James Holt design.

She nods.

By the time you’ve put them on her, they’re already announcing Andy’s team, some of who have their own speeches. Hers is at the very end.

All this time Miranda keeps her gaze ahead, not once turning around to acknowledge you.

“And now for the woman of the hour, who’s books are shaping the next generation, always seeking truth above all else. She’s won many awards over the years for her fierce investigative journalism”.

“This evening we honour her for all of her hard work and sacrifices, to bring you some of the most captivating and important stories of this century. She’s literally changing the world”.

“Give it up for the brilliant Andrea Sachs”.

The room erupts with applause, cameras panning to your table as you stand to kiss your wife quickly before she has to get on stage.

Spontaneously she invites Regina and Reine to accompany her, seeing how much they’re taking to the spotlight, but spares you and Romy.

“I love you”, you whisper before she takes your daughters’ hands on either side of her.

“I love you too Ray”.

Your heart is pounding with so much pride and love for this shared moment, even your little one is clapping with joy, before she clings on you once again when those standing up sit down.

Andy walks up with grace, as always. The girls stand with her, still looking composed and calm.

“Oh my gosh, this is nerve wrecking. Okay, I think I don’t have too long”, she’s searching for the countdown but there doesn’t seem to be one.

“Take your time love!”, someone shouts from the audience, making everyone laugh, including her.

“I won’t actually, my wife wants to go home”.

The room laughs some more.

“So, back to this. I am completely humbled and honoured to be standing here in front of all of you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart”.

“I’m here with my wife Rayna, who’s got our youngest, Romy, I love you both so much. Here with me are my two eldest, Reine and Regina, who was named after her grandmother, the woman whose story helped launch my career in journalism into what it is today”.

“I dedicate this to her and my family, especially my wife, who you all know made it all happen for me. You’re the greatest partner, my best friend and the most amazing mother for our girls. I literally couldn’t do all this without you by my side…”, she pauses to compose herself.

“To my team, thank you for believing in me even though I drive you all nuts with my edits and re-writes”, the room breaks into laughter again.

“To the team at Runway, thank you for giving me my foot in the door, when I was pounding the streets of New York, looking for a job”.

“They really sharpened me, in more ways than one, not just my fashion sense”, more laughs.

You swear you see Miranda shoulders shake as if she’s laughing, but you can’t see her face. Emily definitely cackles at this and you remember the stories she shared with you about Andy’s first days at the offices.

“Lastly to the women and girls out there, I love bringing your stories to more people. Don’t ever let anyone try to steal your voice, it matters, your story matters and one day, you will be heard”.

“Thank you once again and a good evening to all of you. Love you mum and dad and my sister!”.

This time most of the room stands to clap as she comes back down with your daughters who are beaming with pride.

Your heart is so full.

She did it.

“Oh my gosh that was scary”, Andy joins you, quick to whisper and hold your hand again.

“You were absolutely stunning”, squeezing her.

She kisses you youngest on the cheek who’s gazing at her with joy from seeing her on stage, now Romy wants to go her mom instead.

In the time you’re sorting this out, you eventually turn back to your left to see Regina and Miranda in conversation, though you don’t quite hear what about. The older woman for the first time all night glances your way and your heart stops.

She’s still so ethereal.

You think she smiles.

“This one’s had her limit”, your wife gestures to the overstimulated five year old on her shoulder. “Shall we get out of here?”.

“Yes please”.

Reine and Regina are the only ones who seem to protest it for a bit before they lose three to one.

The hired driver takes you back to the townhouse where Andy and yourself sluggishly get the girls ready for bed, before retiring to your own room.

After a quick shower together, both of you slump in your bed and immediately cuddle to sleep.

The only few words exchanged are how proud you are of Andrea and how much she shined tonight.

All is well in the Sachs’ household.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, your phone is too lit up next to your pillow.

You go to turn it off only to see a string of texts from an unknown number.

‘I was right, Andrea has been good for you’.

She had your number this whole time?

‘You have a beautiful family’.

You choose to reply, curious to want to know what she said to your eldest.

‘Thank you. I guess you were’.

‘Why didn’t you say hi?’.

She replies almost immediately, which is a surprise to you.

‘It was Andrea’s night’.

‘Would you like to have drinks?’.

‘I’ll say hello then’.

Oh my gosh.

‘When?’.

‘You choose, you’re the one with small children’.

True, now that this dinner is over, the girls will be expecting all the fun stuff you promised, but if it’s a morning then Andy and them would probably sleep in more. You also have to check in with her.

‘Tomorrow morning? The girls will be quite tired still’.

‘Well, you better get some rest’.

‘8am fine?’.

‘Yes, it’s perfect’.

‘I’ll send Roy to pick you up. Sleep well’.

Roy? He’s still working for her. You double tap to like the message and lock your phone. It’s 3am.

“Babe…”, you try to get Andy to rouse but she’s deep in her sleep. It can wait until morning.

Of course now when you’re trying to go back to sleep you struggle, thinking about what it will be like to sit across from her again, after years.

Can you handle being in the same space, alone?

When your 7am alarm goes off, Andy is the one who reaches to turn it off, before you slowly start to open your eyes.

“Why do you have an alarm?”, she mumbles, coming up to cuddle with you.

“Andy, Miranda texted me last night, inviting me for ‘drinks’. I said yes, but could only do the morning because of the plans we have with the girls. So, she’s sending Roy to pick me up at 8am. Is it okay if I go?”, you say it all in one breath.

Your wife wakes up properly and scoots back so she can meet your eyes.

“Roy still works for her?”, she’s astonished.

“Yes…Andy…”

“Oh, okay…yeah I mean you obviously didn’t get a chance to catch up last night, it’s fine with me”.

“But I should also let you know Em texted too, asking to meet up before this trip ends, is it alright with you if I go meet her?”.

Now it’s your turn for your heart to beat fast.

“Well, it’s fine, if we’re both okay?”.

“Yes, after our talk yesterday morning, I feel totally secure and I hope you do too”, she smiles.

“I do…so…we’re really doing this?”.

She laughs nervously.

“I guess, look at us, all grown up”.

“All grown up from yesterday?”, you laugh too.

“Precisely”, she gives you a small kiss.

“I better get ready then”, you give her another, then climb out of bed, straight to the bathroom.

You spend a good 45 minutes attempting to put together a look that says ‘I’m not trying too hard, but I’m still stylish’, which is harder than it seems.

In the end you settle for comfort, but Andrea’s encouraging reaction boosts your confidence that you may have pulled it off.

Roy parks outside your townhouse after you send the location to Miranda.

The whole journey you wonder where he’s taking you, trying to guess all of the breakfast restaurants that could be open at this time.

So, when you start to recognise the area, you’re surprised the car is heading towards her place instead of somewhere public.

Now your heart is really going at it.

The gentleman driver opens the door for you and leads you inside the familiar home, only to divert through a hidden side staircase that goes all the way up to the rooftop of the building.

There the older woman is sitting on a beautifully dressed table, with all sorts of teas and coffee options, small breakfast foods, even some wine.

She looks straight out of a classic Hollywood movie, so elegant in the way she stands to greet you with her usual air kisses.

Her outfit is so formal for a brief morning catch up, of course it is. You smile at the grandness of it all, it’s so very Miranda Priestly.

She’s quick is notice.

“What is it?”, sitting back down in her chair as you sit across from her, completely alone together.

“Nothing…just, some things never change”, you gesture to her and the table.

She rolls her eyes.

“Well, I certainly hope not, I’ve worked hard for it”.

There’s a quietness that passes as you gaze into each other’s eyes for the first time, searching.

“Tea or coffee?”, she eventually asks.

“Or wine?”, you add laughing at the option.

“You always enjoyed it, why not”, she’s serious.

“I’ll start with coffee…then we can see”.

“Here let me”, you offer to do it.

Not wanting to feel more silence, you’re grateful she’s the one that jumps right into her thoughts.

“Andrea’s speech was very moving last night”, she stares as you pour yourself and her some coffee, still remembering how she takes it.

“Yeah, she’s grown into someone quite remarkable…somedays I’m still amazed”, you express with a tenderness.

“Mhm”.

“And your girls, I see your mother in the eldest, the middle one is the spitting image of Andrea and the little one is your mirror, at that age”.

You sometimes forget she knew you as a child.

“Well, I carried Regina and Romy, Andy carried Reine. We wanted to take turns…and used the same donor, so they could feel more connected to each other and to us”, you reveal so easily to her.

“They’re all beautiful girls. I told Regina she looks just like her grandmother, she’s tall like her too”.

Oh, that’s what they were chatting about then.

“Thank you Miranda…I have to say, I’m happy things turned out the way they did. Andy is a great partner and I love the life we’ve built”, releasing your truth in parts.

“You know, years ago, when you sent that letter…I was sure you made a mistake and you would come after me, but now I can see I was wrong-”

“I did make a mistake…letting you go”, she interjects quietly.

Your eyes meet and hers are a little glassy.

“But…I thought you said Andy was good for me and that you were right about-”

“Two things can be true Rayna”, her tone is sharp.

Your heart is now pounding inside you.

“When did you realise it?”, you hold her gaze.

“A few minutes after I sent the letter”, she laughs, but there’s only sorrow.

“So, why didn’t you write another that every moment or call me to tell me not to read it?”.

“You didn’t have a phone and the first letter would have got to you first…it was already done”.

“No it wasn’t! You could have flown to me and still arrived before the letter, why didn’t you?”.

She’s quiet so you continue.

“You know, Andy spent the little money she had at the time to get a first class ticket, on a Hail Mary, not knowing if I would even say I wanted her as much as she wanted me”.

“Then she’s perfect for you, why are you crying?”, her voice is a little cold.

“Because you were also perfect for me, at that time and you ruined it all for us, you crushed me, after promising you’d come for me. You left me”, you’re wiping your tears.

Everything comes resurfacing back, pulling at your heart until that same old heaviness you felt is sitting in you again.

“I needed you”, your voice is small.

“Well, it’s far too late. It doesn’t matter”, you hear her sniff and look up to see her wipe a single tear.

This whole time, years and she never said a word.

It aches worse than not knowing the truth.

Tea or coffee won’t help you right now.

You crack open the bottle of wine and pour it into two tall glasses, handing one to her and drinking one yourself. It tastes familiar.

“What is this again?”, wiping your face, your vision feels blurred from crying.

“The 2013 Pommard Rugiens of Jean-Marc Bouley”, her hand reaching for yours on the table. You don’t reject the small touch.

It dawns on you.

This is the one, the very first wine you ever wrote to her about in detail, describing how it tasted and how you bought it from her restaurant recommendation in Paris, in your college days.

“I still love you and it’s also too late”, her voice is soft, wrapped in the tenderness you craved for years and only experienced a few times.

“Two things can be true”, you repeat her statement from earlier, feeling your tears fall.

She nods, then proceeds to drink.

“You once asked me to travel in time with you for a hypothetical kiss…do you remember?”.

Of course.

“Of course, I remember”, you encourage her.

“Well, I wish I could see a hypothetical version of us, where we end up together for all these years”.

The older woman goes on, reminiscing all of the moments she shared with you while you both drink and pour another, until the bottle is empty.

Your heart resembles it now, having offloaded all your thoughts and memories onto Miranda.

Something feels lighter inside you, maybe effects of the wine is helping with that too.

Both of you laugh and cry throughout.

By the end of your rooftop breakfast, you’re standing side by side watching the way the sun hits the skyline.

“I’m proud of you”, she’s regarding you again.

Something ignites in you under her watch.

“Thanks. I’m very proud of you too”.

“My mother was right about you and Runway magazine. It’s still one of the few doing so well in this age of AI and fast paced technology”.

“Don’t get me started on that”, she laughs.

Then you’re both quiet again.

“Can I give you a hug?”, she asks and it’s surprises you. She’s not a hugger, not really.

“Yeah sure”, you turn towards her to be enveloped in her warmth, without the intention of letting go so soon. It’s lovely. Her scent is haunting you.

You suddenly want to kiss her so badly.

At this time your girls will probably be getting up and ambushing your beautiful wife, Andy.

Your heart aches at the thought of her alone with them, you need to be there and give them what you promised.

They are your everything, your constant lights, never fleeting or leaving your side.

“I need to go home now”, you pull back with tears in your eyes and she understands.

“Rayna…you always have a friend in me”, her fingers lightly caresses your cheek and her thumb gently traces your lips, remembering you, before she swiftly turns and leads you downstairs.

You don’t hug or air kiss again, only wave and say your final goodbyes, wishing each other well.

You cry all the way home in the car, not knowing the reason for it, but maybe it’s everything all at once hitting you. The love you lost and the love you found, both precious very times in your life.

As you get closer you try your best to compose yourself, but the minute Andy opens the door you leap into her arms and sob.

It’s a good thing the girls are still asleep to not see you this way. It’s 9:30am. Your wife holds you, taking you to the living room sofa so she can cradle you while you cry.

“I was prepared for this reaction”, she scratches your scalp lightly, once you begin to calm.

“It brought back a lot of things?”, she asks.

You nod, unable to voice it.

“It’s alright…I think you needed it Ray”.

“Did she behave herself?”, you almost feel as if she’s asking if you did too, not just Miranda.

You nod again.

“We just talked about the past…”, you explain.

“And she regrets losing you?”.

You’re quiet, that’s an answer in itself.

“I missed you and the girls, so much”, you squeeze her as reassurance.

“I missed you too…and honestly babe, I don’t think I’ll meet up with Emily”.

Oh.

“How come?”, you sit up to give her attention.

She pulls out her phone and passes it to you.

You go through the texts from the redhead.

‘Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to have drinks?’

‘Yeah, that would be nice, I’ll let Rayna know’.

‘Oh you’re whipped!’.

‘Well yes, she’s my wife, it’s only okay if she’s okay too’.

‘Alright. Is tomorrow night good?’

‘What time? It’s can’t be too late’.

‘10pm?’.

‘I don’t know, can you do 8pm?’

‘Okay grandma, you’re so boring’.

‘Haha whatever, I love my routine’.

‘That’s why you missed all the fun of last night then? Not because your leash was being tugged by her’.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Don’t play dumb…or maybe do, since you’re into it, dumb puppy always ready to serve Rayna’.

‘Em, you’re being weird’.

‘You know what I think is weird? How you pretty much dropped me after Miranda broke up with her and how she obviously didn’t want to be alone, so just settled for the person who was right there’.

‘Rayna is not over her btw, she kept looking at her all night, she’d probably drop you if Miranda changed her mind’.

‘I feel secure enough in my relationship to know my wife wouldn’t leave me for someone else’.

‘And I don’t know why you’re suddenly switching up on me, you’re the one who dumped me in France, remember?’

‘Because of how embarrassing it was to be second best! Just like you’re her second best! Do you get it now?’

‘I don’t see it that way at all and neither does she’.

‘I’m sorry for whatever hurt I caused in you that you can’t seem to let go off, but I don’t think I can meet up with you’.

‘Please don’t text me anymore’.

‘Andy I’m sorry, I can explain it better in person, let’s still meet? Please?’

The brunette is biting her nails, a habit she’s unfortunately passed onto Reine.

“I think you should still go”.

She’s sits up more.

“What? Why? Did you read the texts”.

“Yes obviously I did Andy, but just as you told me you thought I needed this moment with Miranda, I think you and Emily could do with one too”.

“After seeing your reaction coming back home, no thank you”, she’s laughing, then stops when you don’t join her.

Too soon to joke.

“You need to close this loop, otherwise coming to New York will always feel anxiety inducing”.

“I’ve freed myself from it this morning and you’re going tonight, then we can put all this to rest and live our lives without worry ”, your voice is firmer.

She grunts.

“I’d rather not”, giving you her puppy eyes.

“Because it’s awkward and hard to face, but you can do it sweetie. You’ll both hopefully feel lighter after it, trust me”, you cup her face.

Andy sighs and leans back on the sofa, considering your words.

“Fine, but the aftermath is your responsibility. I wanna be cradled too”.

“I can cradle you now, to give you strength”, you offer, opening your arms.

She doesn’t hesitate to be embraced by you this way. You rarely ever do it, your usual cuddle positions are spooning or laying on each other’s chests.

By 10:15am all three of your daughters are downstairs in the kitchen with you both eating breakfast and yapping about the dinner last night, doing their best impressions of the presenter.

You and your wife decide since she has her talk with Emily later at 8pm, it would be nice to have a free house when she returns.

Cassie is more than happy to take the girls to hers to do the sleepover Romy asked politely for in the car on the day you all left France.

Before she takes them with her, Andy gives you both time to catch up without any interruptions.

You fill her in on pretty much all that’s she’s missed since last time you spoke, minus her mother. That you’ll always spare her ears from.

In return she updates you all her recent travels, work drama, Caroline and her wife Theresa, the old circle of your Manhattan friends and finally on the possibility that her and ‘Achilles’ might want a baby in the next few years, but she’s still not sure.

When she does ask about you and Miranda, you dance around telling her until she pushes for it.

You briefly relay your meet up this morning, making it less intense as it actually felt.

For some reason, she apologises to you, sharing how she came close to buying her mother a plane ticket to join you on the night of your big speech.

That maybe things would have worked out if she had openly given her blessing to her to follow her heart, instead of her mind with you.

Although it’s thoughtful of her, you tell Cassie things worked out the way they did for a reason.

By the time Andy comes back with the kids from their afternoon shopping trip. Your bestie takes over and whisks them away with her to enjoy the rest of the day and evening, leaving you two alone, for the first time in quite a long time.

You have an idea.

“Put on your suit from last night and meet me in our bedroom in ten minutes”, you smile, already running upstairs.

“Okay!”, she yells up, clearly surprised but excited by the spontaneous energy.

You rummage through some of your old role-playing items from over the years, that you keep hidden securely in the guest bedroom.

It takes you less than ten minutes to wear yours, but you give her time to put herself together.

When you think it’s been long enough you wait by your shared bedroom door and call out.

“Ready?”.

“Yeah!”, she answers a little nervous.

Good, she’s needs to be.

You don’t walk but crawl in on all fours, with nothing but some black laced panties, a collar with a leash dangling from it and floppy ears.

Andy is standing close to the bed.

Her knees almost give out when she finally lays eyes on you.

“Ray…”, her voice is breathy.

You keep crawling towards her until you’re right by her feet, looking up into her safe doe eyes.

“I’m gonna be your dumb puppy…use me”, are the words that leave your mouth.

“Ray, if this is about the texts-”

[WOOF WOOF]

You bark to shut her up and she immediately bursts into laughter, her face flushed with embarrassment, but also desire.

“Okay, Ray…”, she tries again.

“I’ll only answer to puppy or pup, I’m in character, please play along”, you say impatiently through gritted teeth, not wanting her to be shy about it.

The brunette takes a deep breath.

“Alright, let’s play…puppy”, she finally agrees.

[woof woof]

You stick your tongue out and lick her fingers, going from one hand to the other, until her knees bend and she sits at the edge of the bed.

Your wife mesmerised by your look, sticks two fingers in your mouth, slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of your excited tongue coating her with saliva. Your gazes never leaving each other.

It’s quiet in the house, except for the little noises you to start to make when she pushes her fingers further, making you gag a little.

Her pacing switches to a faster pace to test your ability, being far better than you when it comes to taking things in the mouth.

You can feel your tears prick at the edges of your eyes, while she pumps in and out.

“Look at you go puppyy…”, she breaks into a grin.

“You want them inside your pussy?”, her voice is low, her eyes now big with lust.

When you try to nod, you end up gagging.

“I’ll take that as a yes”, she pulls out.

The brunette grabs your leash wrapping it tightly a few times in her hand before she tugs you around the other side of the bed.

“Up”, yanking slightly towards the top.

You obey and climb on, feeling a rush when you turn back to see her still wearing that incredible suit. She’s so powerful and you want her to feel it.

“Take your panties off”, she commands.

Her free hand helps you wiggle out of them.

She’s quick to caress your body, positioning you to lay your head flat, while you arch your back.

Andy tugs at the leash, making you turn to look at her from this point of view. Her hand continues to explore you, until landing on your entrance, wet with a desperate need to be filled up by her alone.

A small sound leaves your mouth in anticipation.

“Well, aren’t you a good pup, already dripping”.

She slips those two fingers you licked so faithfully deep into your pussy, not letting you have a moment to adjust. Then, she pulls out, all the way out, to only repeat it a few more times.

With each complete thrust you let out a little yelp, letting her know it feels good, although she’s just torturously slow.

As if your wife is enjoying the way her fingers sound when she drags herself out of you.

[woof woof]

You attempt to drop a hint, squinting your eyes at her until she breaks character and smiles.

“Have some patience”, her voice is soft.

[woof]

Your tongue sticks out and you pant at her.

“Oh, I have plans for that, don’t you worry”.

The brunette continues to slow fuck you, making you clench hard around her fingers to feel every thrust. She’s playing the long game.

When you try to speed up by backing yourself into her, she tugs the leash to stop you.

All you can do is whimper, begging this way.

This goes on for a few more minutes until you’re feeling close, then she stops completely.

“Andrea, pleaseeee, just fuck me already”, you break character out of frustration.

“Ha! I win, enough of this”, she pulls out of you, takes off your floppy ears, unbuckles your dog collar and throws them on the ground.

“We can play dumb puppy another time, right now when we have the house all to ourselves, I want you, Ray”, she kisses your thighs, making you arch back in the same position.

“Okayyy, please Andy…”, you surrender.

“Good”, she lowers her mouth on you from behind, teasing your sweet button with her tongue. This time not at all slow paced.

She sticks it inside you full force.

“Oh fuck…Andyyy”.

You remember how she looked last night in the suit, the grace and confidence she had on stage, her beautiful speech, her eyes and that’s all it takes, before you’re coming on her tongue.

The brunette doesn’t give you longer than 30 seconds before she’s got her two fingers back inside you, in the same position as when you had the puppy outfit.

She no longer teases with slow strokes, she pumps in and out of you with such a speed you both can hear your juices loudly.

When she curls her digits down towards your stomach, your gut knots up in a way that tells you she’ll make you come again in no time.

“This is what I wanted to do when I saw you with your dress night…I barely held it together”, her fingers show no mercy, now pounding you.

“Please don’t stop”, you beg, barely able to speak.

“This is your pussy Andyyy…”, stroking her ego.

“Oh, I know it belongs to me”, she fucks you harder and then you can’t voice anything, other than one deep primal release.

You’re so glad no one else is here to hear it.

While you collapse flat on the bed, she starts to remove her suit, feeling overheated, throwing everything on the floor.

The brunette comes to lie beside you quietly.

“Oh my gosh babe, you’re amazing”, you’re gazing at her with complete adoration.

“You haven’t screamed like this in a while huh?”.

“No, I needed it”, finger reaching for her back.

“What would you like from me? Once I can move again”, you smile, tracing circles.

She sighs with contentment.

“Honestly, I want to scream into our pillows, like we used to do”, her eyes sparkle.

“Done”, your heart races with excitement.

10 minutes later you’re driving your trusty steed of sorts into your wife, who has her legs spread open for you. It’s been a while since you’ve used it on her, as she’s never able to stay quiet.

During missionary she stares into you with those doe eyes, whimpering at how much she loves you, encouraging you to keep giving it to her.

But it’s when you flip her over she switches from sweet to a filthy needy mess, you’re hitting her spot right where she feels it best. She even backs up her ass to meet all your thrusts.

“Pull my hair”, she strains.

You do, with your other free hand spanking her ass every other shot.

“I needed your fucking cock”.

“Take all of me”.

Of course you do, it’s Andrea Sachs.

She was always yours.

She will always belong to you and you alone.

The skin to skin impact feels delicious, the raw obscene sounds you make together, without having to be quiet for the kids.

You’re free in this moment, to be as feral as you wish and you don’t waste it.

“Put another baby inside me Ray”, she’s mumbling now, drunk off the thrusts.

“Make me pregnant again”.

For some reason this makes you both hot and more aroused. Even though it’s nonsense.

You give her your very best until all thats left are her screams and only then she releases her most powerful orgasm in a long time, perhaps a year.

When you pull out of her, a trail of her come follows on your strap and it’s the hottest thing.

Both of you close your eyes and stay silent, with only your heavy breathing in the air.

No one else could ever make you feel this way. It’s always going to be Andy for the rest of your life.

When a few hours have passed, after sharing a shower together and more sex whilst in there, you sit on the kitchen counter to eat lunch.

It’s blissful and quiet.

“Do you really want another baby?”, you ask suddenly replaying your bedroom session.

“Absolutely not…I was just having fun”.

“Okay, phew because I was ready with a speech if you wanted another one”.

“What sort of speech?”.

“Starting with teenage years and toddler years together would be a nightmare”.

“Oh, I agree. I wouldn’t do that to us”, she laughs.

When evening falls, your wife finally gets ready for her catch up with Emily Charlton, after spending most of the day tangled up with you in almost every room of your rented townhouse.

You help her out with her hair and makeup.

She looks so good, you almost don’t want her to leave you, but this is important for her own healing journey.

The car that comes to take her to this meet up is expensive, probably from the tech billionaire.

Your stomach turns a bit.

‘She’ll be back, it’s fine’, you sooth yourself.

Hours go by waiting and waiting, it’s a bit tormenting towards the end.

By 10pm she’s back in the house again, her face not really giving away anything that happened, unlike your sobbing earlier this morning.

“Soooo?”, you’re helping her remove her jacket.

“It went pretty okay, nothing dramatic like I thought…you were right”.

“Seeeee, it feels lighter now doesn’t it?”.

“Yeah, weirdly it actually does, thank you”, she brings you into her arms for a prolonged hug.

“I was thinking we take the girls to the Guggenheim tomorrow? It was Regina’s request”.

“Yes, that’s perfect babe. I gotta shower a sec, I’m feeling sweaty”, she dashes past you to make a run upstairs.

“Okayyyy”, you yell up, picking up her things.

*PING*

‘Wasn’t expecting that, but it was nice’.

‘Thank you for tonight’.

Andy’s phone flashes with notifications.

Just as you’re about to pick it up she comes back down, searching for it.

You hold it up.

“Looking for this”.

“Oh, you’re an angel, thank you”, she kisses you.

“Always for you”.

Noticing the change in your face and tone, she clicks on her phone to see the messages.

“Oh, honey, I paid for her drinks, since her car picked me up, that’s all”.

“Nothing else happened”, her eyes are sincere.

“Did it come close to happening?”, you suddenly feel insecure.

“Not from me. She did offer one last farewell kiss, but I told her it wouldn’t be appropriate”.

You’re quiet, studying her.

“Ray, believe me…”

She’s now watching you in return.

“Did you come close to a kiss with Miranda?”, her voice suspicious.

“Not really…there was an old energy, but as soon as I started to feel it I missed you and the girls and came back home”.

“Well… that’s kind of what I experienced…an old energy, nothing more. I booked my own ride coming here”, she smiles and you can’t help but smile back. You both believe and trust each other.

“Gosh, what a day”, exhaling with relief.

She sighs, in the same manner.

“But we did it”.

“Yes, we did”.

“I think maybe we should remove their numbers…I don’t know how you feel about-”

“Remove? Try block”, you laugh, realising you’re on the same page.

“Even better. I like it when we have simplicity”, she coos at you, caressing your face.

And that’s how it is for you two.

Your daughters come back from Cassie’s with new clothes, a dance routine and New York slang they picked up overnight from her.

The rest of your trip is a dream, the girls behave well most times, especially at Jasper Dean’s graduation. He towers over most of his family these days and loved the dinosaur themed gifts you and the girls got for him, in remembrance of his childhood obsession with the creatures.

Miriam Mavis Priestly is an angel, acting as the unofficial big sister to them all day.

Although Miranda attends this, you keep out of each other’s way and she only briefly nods at you.

It still feels weird and a little sad being so distant, but it’s the right thing to do for your relationship.

Andy surprises you with dinner on a yacht after you sold yours years ago. This was the thing she was finalising the day you were doing Romy’s hair in the your kitchen.

It brings back the sweet memory of the first day she found you crying and you opened up to her, a total stranger, who turned out to be your greatest love story. Those girls didn’t know what was in store for them, with their silly little grand plan.

You’re happy it worked out this way.

It will always be Andy and you wouldn’t trade this beautiful adventure filled life you have with her, Regina, Reine and Romy for anything else.

They are the light of your life, always and forever.

Fin.

miranda x rayna/reader ending

miranda x rayna/reader x andy ending

thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story from its beginning to its three endings, lots of love sapphics!💞🌈

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.

rayna’s theme this opening ⤵️

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.

By the time your flight takes off, you’re sitting in first class with your eyes closed.

You need the quiet, after living the last six months in the hectic city of Manhattan. The South of France will be your place of peace and safe haven.

It feels right to be back with your great aunt Rosalie and your mother’s family, who are proud of the work you’ve done in her name.

Your days quickly become slower paced, spending them more outdoors than inside.

The vineyard always needs some tending to and you enjoy finishing off the second half of ‘Song of Achilles’ under your favourite big tree.

A place where no one can disturb you.

You can begin to recognise your true self in this environment, more than New York ever offered.

And though Achilles and Patroclus leave you pretty wrecked emotionally, their story is well written, a beautiful depiction of queer love.

‘O, to be loved this deeply by someone’.

It would be the ultimate dream to have it all, but you’re not even sure what’s going on in your own love life with one woman, never mind two.

You’re taking it one day at a time, hoping the answer will come to you as you find yourself.

In the meantime, you’ll have to talk to Cassie about this tragic, gorgeous, gay romance.

So, you write her a letter, not wanting to be attached to a phone any time soon.

You consider writing to Miranda and Andy but change your mind feeling overwhelmed by it.

A week passes before a strange and unexpected thing takes place, re-directing your life for good.

In the lavender fields next to the little studio apartment detached from the main house, you’re gathering a bunch to bring inside when footsteps approach from behind you.

Having been living with a big family, you’re not quick to turn around, assuming it’s a few of your mother’s cousins or their children.

However, the voices speaking among themselves as they near you don’t match.

In fact, you know these ones quite intimately.

Your head finally spins around to see both Miranda Priestly and Andrea Sachs watching you.

The kneeling position you’re in gives out and you find yourself sitting on the ground, astonished.

“Can we talk?”, Andy is the first to say anything.

You gaze between them just to make sure you’re not hallucinating before you smile.

They came to you? Together?

Although, Miranda looks kind of held hostage.

Your hands release the strands of lavender you’re holding and instead dust off the back of your shorts when you stand up.

“Yes”, you answer absentmindedly.

“This way”.

Why? What’s happening?

You lead both women to an outdoor table with a parasol and four chairs, next to the studio.

The way your heart is pounding, you fear you won’t make it to sit down, but you do, just about.

They join you, a little awkwardly.

This can’t be real.

Seeing them against the backdrop of your family’s vineyard is blowing your mind.

“Hello?”, you start, when no one speaks up.

Miranda clears her throat.

“Andrea came to see me about you…she wanted to propose an arrangement between us, that you apparently also desire”, straight to the point.

‘So, you flew all the way to France?’, you think.

That’s so unlike her.

She’s the new CEO of Runway. This is the busiest time of her career and she’s here in the countryside with your sort of friend lover who you’ve been sleeping with for months.

Not to mention that said friend lover is also experiencing the most important time in her career because of the article she just wrote.

Insane.

“Of course I declined”, the older woman’s eyes avert you both, gazing far off towards the lavender fields you know she adores.

“But with all that the two of you have achieved in such a short amount of time, I feel incredibly moved, both by the article and speech you made”.

“I realised I was wrong about a few things…or maybe misguided is the better term…”

“However, with this…I wasn’t sure if my mind could be changed, I mean it’s a big decision, which is why I took some time away from work, to come and see you face to face with Andrea”.

She’s actually nervous.

You fear your heart will burst with anticipation if she doesn’t get to the point.

“Her method of persuasion may have swayed me into reconsidering my stance”.

She clears her throat again.

“Your stance on?”, your voice encouraging her to continue explaining. This has to be very clear.

There’s silence, it’s obviously hard for her to admit out loud, but you need to hear it.

“I seduced her!”, Andy chimes in unable to bear the uncomfortable feeling.

miranda 4 andrea ⤵️🫦

“What?! How? When? Really?”, you glance between them both.

Miranda sighs defeatedly.

“The night you left, I’m sorry Rayna”, she reaches out to grab your hand.

“It was those darn eyes and…she does have a lovely mouth. It had been a while since anyone”, she pauses her cheeks spreading with a pink.

The brunette also blushes at the compliments.

You’re grinning at this point.

“Sorry?! This is probably the best day of my life!”

“See. She’s fine”, Andy turns to Miranda.

“So, you two kissed?”, you press them for more.

The older woman shakes her head.

“We had sex”, Andy bites her lip, remembering.

Both their faces getting more flushed.

Yours drops.

“WHAT!”.

“I said I was sorry!”, Miranda gets defensive.

“What’s the matter?”, the brunette furrows her brows, not knowing the finer details of your relationship. How did she jump the queue?

“I haven’t even seen you naked and at one bat of her eyelashes you drop your clothes and rules?”.

“It wasn’t like that”, they both say at the same time. Oh, great! Now they’re even in sync.

“Care to explain then?”, you feel frustrated, even though you want to be happy.

This is your wildest dream come true. A version of life where you keep both women!

“Basically, I went to Miranda with the idea that if I failed to seduce her, then I would give you up and she could keep you, but if she failed, all the way failed, not just a kiss, then she’d include me in your relationship”, the brunette voices sweetly.

“I did it for you baby, for our future”, she winks.

Okay, how sexy and confident and maybe a little toxic of her. It’s the fact that she didn’t even ask.

But to be a fly on the wall during this interaction.

“That’s pretty good”, you feel a small smile creeping on your lips.

“My thoughts exactly”, Andy continues.

“And look where we are now, two hot women coming to see about you in rural France”.

Miranda rolls her eyes at her.

“What about our plans?”, you direct this at the older woman, remembering how much she wanted to be courted and do things slow.

“I still would like that date with you”, her voice is softer, seeing your mixed emotions.

“And I’ll leave you to have some one on one time”, the brunette reassures you both.

You sigh, the cogs in your brain turning.

“Okay fine. How long are you both here?”

“A few days, I’m afraid”, Miranda answers first.

“A week…longer if you’re open”, Andy smiles.

There’s a pause as you consider all of this.

“Alright…well, this is definitely surprising”.

“But, I’m open to it, I mean, I hoped I could get to be with you both…”, a light bulb goes off in you.

“As for the date, I have a brilliant idea, if you don’t mind getting a little wet and dirty”.

“What have I got myself into”, the older woman breaks into a smile.

The following days feel surreal, from the moment you wake to sunset, as if you’re in a movie.

Andy even bought with her a new phone, remembering you threw yours away. However, you respectfully decline it, having all you need with you right here.

True to her word she also allows you have some alone time with Miranda, planning cute dates, whether it’s grape stomping or picnics near by the lavender fields. Things you know she doesn’t experience frequently and would appreciate.

rayna 4 miranda vibes ⤵️

The date conversations focus on questions that don’t direct you towards having to talk about what’s happening with the three of you.

Instead the older woman shares why she had to be strategic with protecting you from the media and press during your very public breakup.

Cassie was right, she’d struck up a deal with the tabloids to use her dating stories instead of yours.

It lines up with how less you got followed by them even though you were in the trenches and experiencing the lowest point of your life.

Miranda only dated much younger men and women in case one day when she’s seen holding hands with you somewhere, the heat would’ve already passed and you wouldn’t have to feel it.

The magazines and newspapers would’ve already written about her being cougar, slandering her and the people she dated. But never ever you.

She was willing to do all of this just to shield you.

Her explanation of it moves you tears.

Here you were going to her office drunk and acting up, thinking she was gone forever.

Meanwhile she didn’t want you to catch smoke.

When you learn about this in depth you become even more attracted to her, making you put in extra thought and effort into your dates.

On one of them you take her horse riding with a cousin of yours who works at a private riding school in the area. This might be her favourite yet.

It’s a shame she’ll be leaving soon.

During the first few days of both women arriving, Andy joins you in the evenings where the three of you eat dinner with your family, who welcome them without knowing the details of your bond.

However, two days before the older woman has to leave for Manhattan and for her new role as CEO of Runway. You include Andy on your date, taking them both further into the vineyard, where your favourite big tree sits just beyond everything.

It’s another picnic and this time with some wine, cheese, fruits and crackers, the whole lot.

It may be the first time you’ve seen Miranda look truly relaxed and in much casual attire than usual.

You invite them both to sit down on your picnic blanket under the tree, you and Andy filling in the older woman on the inner details of your three month project and how it all came together.

Eventually, your relationship is the topic.

Miranda still seems unsure about this proposal, but the fact that she’s actually here in person means more to you than she’ll ever know.

By the time you finish the wine bottle and spread, you’re all a little buzzed, finally lying down to gaze up at the tree from this point of view.

This is a dream you’ll surely will wake from, right?

Only time can tell.

An hour passes, with each woman now doing her own thing, having packed individual bags.

The brunette is absorbed in a novel, while the older woman is reading notes from Runway. Although, she appears much calmer than usual, brows not furrowed deep in concentration.

It’s blowing your mind that this option is even available to you in the first place. All this time you thought monogamy was your only answer when it comes to committed romantic relationships.

But this feels so right.

You sandwiched between the loves of your life, in total disbelief, quietly gazing between them.

There never was a more complete day in your life.

However, something that you can’t ignore begins to brew inside you.

A sort of wanting thing.

It dawns on you that you haven’t been touched more intimately by either of them these last few days whilst navigating whatever is going on here.

And your days together for now are almost over.

Do you have to initiate it?

They’ve both recently slept with each other, so may not feel as touch starved as you are.

What can get the message to them?

This certainly isn’t the time to start feeling shy or else an opportunity of a lifetime will pass you by.

You decide to be bold and get to the point.

There’s power in being in the middle.

Your hands slowly reach to grab each woman’s hand on either side to place directly on your chest, letting them feel your soft summer dress.

It gains their attention pretty quickly.

“Oh, hello?”, Andy perks up.

“I was wondering why you weren’t reading”, Miranda says as if she’s figured you out.

miranda x rayna x andy vibes ⤵️

You start to massage with your hands over theirs, fantasising about being ruined under this tree.

It’s not like anyone comes up this far.

It’s a secluded quiet space, that’s why you like it.

All that can be heard are the birds and little critters going about their day, before your soft hums also join in the atmosphere.

Your lovers get into it, continuing to massage each breast after your guiding hands let go.

“Please, kiss me”, your voice is breathy.

Miranda is the first to rise, unhurried and sensual in her movements, leaning over you on her elbow.

She grabs your chin possessively, before attaching her merciful lips to your hungry ones.

You let out a long whimpering sigh at the contact.

It’s perfect.

Andy not wanting to be left out copies the same position, leaning over, patiently waiting to have a go at you, but to her surprise it doesn’t happen.

The older woman’s tongue slowly slips inside your mouth, as if feeding you with it. You don’t waist time latching on, massaging it with yours.

The sounds you make with each other are quite lewd, you feel a type of rush being outdoors.

“Hey, my turn”, the brunette nudges her lightly, but she’s ignored, by both of you actually.

Andy huffs.

“Oh no you don’t”, grabbing your chin to detach you from Miranda and attaching her lips quickly to yours, before her opponent reacts.

Another whimper comes from you, her kisses are much more tender than your other lover’s firm ones. Not that you mind, of course.

The atmosphere suddenly feels charged, their competitive energies activated by taking.

The older woman doesn’t let her drink you in for too long before she yanks your chin back in her direction, crashing her lips to yours, making you moan a little louder at this.

The tug of war goes on for a few more minutes, with all of you getting extremely aroused and frustrated, well, the latter is them more than you.

You love being the rope in between their hands.

It’s absolutely thrilling, fulfilling all your needs.

But suddenly, Miranda doesn’t pull at you anymore, she turns her attention to a flustered Andy, capturing her lips in a much slower kiss.

You’re absolutely mesmerised, watching them for ages above you, going at each other. The sounds they make are perfect music to your ears.

How is this real right now?

You reposition, crossing your arms behind your head to fully appreciate and indulge in this moment. They’re even more beautiful this way.

‘Thank you Aphrodite’, you send a whispered prayer to the goddess who heard you at last.

You don’t know which woman to focus on, so you bounce between them like a tennis match, feeling your panties get soaked with your arousal.

Could this really be your life?

“Now do me again”, you announce, but they don’t hear you or purposely ignore you to see what you’ll do this time, being the one on the outside.

“Hey”, you rise up and decide to part them.

“My turn”, gazing from one set of dilated eyes to another, heart pumping with excitement.

“No”, Miranda says firmly.

“Enough games”.

She lies down on the blanket again.

“Show me why I should keep entertaining this little arrangement past this trip”.

“What can you both do for me at the same time?”, she smiles but her tone is serious.

“Do you mean like…the threesome, right here?”, Andy asks to clarify.

“Yes”, she replies straight away.

Oh no, not yet.

Although you fantasised about it a few moments ago, this isn’t the original plan.

The brunette meets eyes with you before you begin to protest the sudden request.

“But Miranda, I haven’t had sex with you alone before, like naked sex. I thought-”

“You want me to share you with Andrea, yes or no?”, her voice suddenly becomes stern.

You sigh.

This was just getting fun.

“Yes, of course”.

“Then, prove to me you are capable of sharing Rayna, otherwise my first conditions will apply”.

“Miranda…I thought you wanted to take it slow with her?”, Andy sits up right on the blanket.

“I changed my mind. See? If I can do then it shouldn’t be too hard for you then should it?”.

There’s a bitterness in her delivery of this.

The silence that’s follows is awkward.

“Okay look, let me go and just umm, take a breather elsewhere…maybe you two should talk about this alone”.

Andy gets up before either of you replies and walks back down to the main house.

You sigh deeply, lying back down with her, avoiding her eyes in this position.

“I don’t understand what just happened?”, you start quietly. “I thought we were having fun?”.

“If this arrangement is going to work, you need to be able to share me, as I’m sharing you”, she explains. “Right now it’s just your little fantasy, where you want to control what happens, yes?”.

“No and clearly it isn’t about the sharing, which I can do”, you feel frustrated, sitting up right.

“I just…it’s important I also have my first time with you, alone. I thought it’s what you wanted?”.

“You wanted me to change my conditions for you. I’ve done that. Andrea told me of the future you painted with her in it, so you should extend the same graciousness as I’ve given both of you”.

“I assumed by now you would’ve broken things off with her, as I asked, but instead you continued sleeping together”, her voice is even.

You huff, lying back down.

‘Well, you were gone!’, you want to shout.

“Miranda-”

“This won’t be easy. Do you understand what you’re asking of us? Adding another person?”.

You remember Selene, Regina and Irv.

This is different though, there’s love involved both sides and you believe they could also fall in love.

“Why are you here then? If you don’t believe in it”, trying to keep your tone non combative.

She turns to face you, on her side.

Her hand reaching to caress your cheek.

“Because I don’t want to lose you, again”.

“I can’t afford it this time around”, her simple truth. Of course, it’s so obvious.

“But you won’t”, turning to face her too, your hand carefully attaching to her waist.

“So, you’re telling me if I say I want you to break things off with Andrea, you won’t resent me years later when we’re struggling in our marriage?”

Your eyes widen, brows furrow.

“Miranda, how can you even say that?”.

“You’re not naive anymore, every marriage struggles at some point, believe me”.

“And I don’t want another divorce”.

“I’m tired of doing it”.

“So, I thought perhaps we should give this a go, something new, you lose nothing and I gain another lover…doesn’t sound so bad”, she adds.

A quiet moment passes as you process it all.

“But, is this truly what you desire?”, you ask.

“I don’t know, I’d rather try it than regret it”.

Oh, Miranda.

miranda x rayna vibes ⤵️

A small smile stretches on your lips.

“I love you”, it falls out your mouth so easily.

Her eyes widen, hearing it out loud.

“I…of course love you, very much Rayna”.

“Then kiss me, please, take me now”, you plead.

This time she lets you have your wish, taking it slow. She undresses both of you while you make out, until you’re both naked, lying under the tree.

Your heart is beating so fast at the sight of her.

Miranda Priestly was sculpted by goddess hands.

She’s perfect beyond what your imagination indulged in for years. You feel so shy around her.

Meanwhile, her gaze explores all of your body shamelessly, taking in the little details on your skin, her face getting flushed.

“All these years…”, fingers slide down your torso.

“…and I never saw such a beauty”.

“Rayna, you are the most beautiful wildflower”.

You shiver with her every stroke of your body.

“God, Miranda…I’ve fantasised about this pretty much all my life”, you blush.

“If it’s only that I get to gaze at your naked beauty for the rest of my life…even without touching you, it’s worth all hardships to me”, you siren her.

Her eyes are a little glassy, like yours right now.

“I didn’t know you were such a poet”, she grins in a way that’s teasing you and slightly mocking.

“Oh, I am. In more ways than one”.

“Really, how else?”.

“My tongue isn’t just good with words”.

“So I’ve heard”, she smiles knowingly.

For the next few minutes you study each other’s bodies, caressing tenderly, until you’ve built up the same level of arousal again.

The tenderness you experienced in her eyes throughout years now transferred to her fingers.

The older woman is delicate with you.

“Should I keep going?”, she asks quietly.

“Please”.

She does, without hesitation, slow kissing you all over, just like you fantasied back in the days when you did your homework with her in the study.

Your face, ears, neck, collarbone, breasts, arms, stomach, thighs, legs, feet, nothing is unmarked with her mouth, leaving you a whimpering mess.

The softness of her own body on top of yours could make you come alone. She lowers herself even more, allowing you to feel her weight fully.

“Mommy…”, you whisper your deep desire as she slides down your torso.

“I need your fingers inside”, hands holding steadily onto her head.

“Mm hmm”.

“You’ve been a very good girl, haven’t you?”, she kisses your inner thighs and your hips jerk up.

“Yes ma’am…”

“You gave mommy Runway”, she grins mischievously, looking up at you from your entrance, hovering close enough for you to feel the warmth of her face.

“Anything for you…”, you plead.

“So, mommy will give you Andrea Sachs”.

That’s why she was willing to come at a moment’s notice, in gratitude for your gift.

“Thank you…”, your heart is pounding.

Her eyes are so stunning gazing up this way.

“Does my princess want a kiss right here?”, she moves even closer, now just millimetres away.

“Yesss mommyy”, you release a whimper.

Miranda Priestly presses her soft lips lightly on your aching wet pussy, your grip instantly tightening in her hair.

Your moan long and deep.

“Gently”, she warns and you let go a little.

“Good babygirl, don’t tear mommy’s hair out”.

Her tongue slips out this time taking a lick in between your lips that has you almost come.

“I’m so close”, you cry.

She kisses you there again, multiple times, humming while your juices cover her face.

“No need to hold back, my sweet Rayna”.

It’s everything you needed to hear.

The older woman takes three more firm licks, catching your sweet little button and your thighs collapse on her, already coming hard.

But she doesn’t stop for air, not yet.

She continues to lick, picking up her speed, holding wiggling hips down firmly. It’s not long before you’re whimpering from another orgasm.

As if she’s testing you, Miranda continues eating you out, until you’re starting to feel too sensitive. Even then, she doesn’t stop.

The third time her tongue slips inside your pussy, stretching you out little by little. Her sounds are almost animalistic, the way she’s devouring you.

“Fuck me mommyy, oh please fuck meee”, you chant, begging for everything she has.

She doesn’t hold back, suddenly rising up to flip you over on your stomach, before you have a chance to protest.

The next thing you can feel are two fingers entering your pussy from behind.

This time not tenderly.

She pushes until you’re feeling tight around her.

The squishing wet sounds you make on her are so loud, it’s embarrassing how much you’re dripping.

Her other arm wraps around your waist to bring your ass up, making you arch for a better angle.

“That’s it you dirty spoilt girl”, she hisses.

“Let mommy take this tight little cunt”.

“It’s all mine, isn’t it princess?”

“Yes mommyyy”.

“Yes mommy what?”, her speed picks up, your pussy sounds gets louder. She’s hitting deep.

“This cunttt…is all yours!”, you cry.

“Fuck yesss it is, it’s always been mine, since our study days, isn’t that right?”, her voice is low.

“Mm hmmmmm”, your moan vibrating.

“I’d think about fucking your pretty little cunt… just like this, on my sofa”, she digs relentlessly.

“I wish…you haddd”, your voice struggling.

Her other hand travels up your back to grab your neck from behind and squeeze a little, while she pumps in and out of you.

“Oh no, then I would’ve gotten into trouble, dirty girl…all you think about is being fucked”, she teases. “Now however, I can take you anytime”.

Why is this making you more aroused?

You won’t last.

She knows it.

You know it.

Miranda Priestly deep in your pussy.

“I’mmm cominggg mommmyyy”.

This time you release a wail, feeling the orgasm more powerful in this position. Your thighs shake uncontrollably before you collapse, out of breath.

You can’t move.

The older woman lies herself beside you.

“Holy fuck! I want some of that”.

Andrea’s voice.

“I was keeping watch, just in case”.

“Can I eat your pussy, again?”, the brunette asks.

All you hear is Miranda spreading her legs apart.

“You both got me so hot”, Andy again.

She doesn’t waste time, unbuttoning her shirt, throwing away her bra, pulling down her shorts and panties, until she’s completely naked.

A little bit of energy returns to you at the thought of Andrea Sachs taking all the juices you created in your other lover.

No way, when you’ve never even tasted her.

Before she gets in between her legs you haul yourself there first, marking your territory.

She smells too ready, so you dive straight in, kissing all the wetness on her entrance first.

“Oh, hello”, she smiles down realising it’s you.

Without breaking eye contact you take your first long lick with your tongue and she shudders.

Thinking back to everytime you watched her in the study wanting to push her down on her small sofa and devour her hot cunt. Now you can.

Instead of joining you, Andy starts playing with her pussy watching you do your best work.

The older woman writhes under, to the point you have to lock in her legs with your arms so she doesn’t move too much.

Her praises of you are high, in pitch.

“Ohh Rayna please don’t stopp”.

“How do you do that with your tongue?”.

“Were you born to eat pussyy?”.

“You’re such a good girl to mommyy”.

She likes it when you tongue fuck her and then lick her button interchangeably.

Miranda’s praises dont stop until she’s the one wailing into the open sky, along with the brunette who comes just from watching.

Their voices almost harmonising.

The older woman collapses her head back down, pushing you away when you attempt to give her more, as she did for you.

You grin at your own reputation.

Once women come when you eat them out, it’s only usually the once because of how intense it is.

So, you turn your attention to the other pussy you love and devour her as she’s sits against the tree.

“Oh God Ray, that’s it baby”, her hips grind with your head, picking up her pace.

“You want me to come all over you don’t you?”, gripping your hair tightly.

You hum into her as encouragement.

“Drink it all up baby, fucking take it”, she bucks sloppily, meaning she’s close.

It doesn’t go on for longer than a minute before

“I’m comingggg, fuuuck meee”.

Hers is even louder this time, to the point you’re afraid people may actually hear all the way down.

Both of you slump back down on the blanket, feeling too hot to touch. It takes a while before all of you start to feel regulated in your bodies.

And when you do, it’s as if you’re descending the palace of the gods, coming back to the Earth.

That’s how high you reached with these orgasms.

“Are you happy now my sweet?”, the older woman turns to you, her voice still a little breathy.

“Extremely”, your life is complete.

“You?”.

“Well, yes…more than I expected”, she smiles. “I think this arrangement could work”.

“I think so too”, Andy agrees blissfully, eyes closed as if she’s about to sleep.

You all fall quiet for some time, listening to the world around you, slowly putting your clothes back on, just in case someone did hear you.

To think this all just happened on your great aunt’s land is remarkable. You’ll never forget it.

“What about Emily?”, Miranda suddenly turns to the brunette after a few more minutes pass.

“What about her?”, her tone is nervous.

“I do hope you figure it out Andrea, she’s my first assistant”, hers firm. “I have to remain professional, not entangled”.

“Plus this thing between us won’t be opened to include her when we commit, it’s the three of us”.

“If you love my Rayna as you so claim, then it won’t be too hard, will it?”, she shoots her arrow.

How does that Emily Dickinson line go?

‘She dealt her pretty words like blades, how glittering they shone…’

This, but her words aren’t pretty either.

It seems the agreement that lured Andrea to come to France with the older woman is costing her a higher price than she intended.

You want to chime in, but feel unsure with what to say, considering Miranda compromised the most out of the two of you.

The silence is uncomfortable.

“I get it”, Andy finally answers.

You exchange glances.

“Good”, Miranda repositions herself more comfortably, closing her eyes to rest.

Instead of you breaking things off with the brunette, she’s now in the position you were, but with Emily Charlton.

You don’t know how to feel about it, you sort of warmed up to her as a person since the project.

This will surely crush her heart.

But the brunette follows through with it a few months before moving in with you in Manhattan. In a different townhouse, closer to Miranda’s.

The redhead not wanting to be around the woman who cost her the relationship she worked hard on quits Runway, going into luxury retail.

Andy also quits her Brooklyn job, more amicably, as she’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime with a bigger publication who adored her article.

The move back to a hectic city is only band-aided by having both women as your committed partners, otherwise it’s an instant downgrade to the South of France. You miss it so much.

‘It’s for their careers’, you tell yourself.

Communication and stability are the things that keep this three-way relationship afloat. You’re aware of each other’s schedules, so sometimes you’re with one woman alone, then with both or alone if they’re both unavailable with work.

In the following few years, you do finally get married to Miranda Priestly in a quiet and very private ceremony. Family only, no friends.

She invites you and your brunette to move in with her, which you accept, making dates, sex and seeing each other that much easier.

Cassidy also gets hitched to her ‘Achilles’, whose actual name is unknown because everyone calls him by the Greek demi-god’s name.

She’s happy to have you living in Manhattan, always bringing adventure and joy into your life.

Selene divorces from Irv Ravitz, taking your younger siblings May and Kayden to live in Paris and build the dream she had with Regina.

As much as you encourage her to put herself back out there, she’s still grieving your mother.

Both Miranda and Andy fall into their careers, their ambitious natures mirror each other, working hard to achieve the hard goals they set.

It makes you proud to be their wife and partner.

The magazine soars to greater heights under its new leadership, as your mother predicted.

Irv doesn’t try to reach out to you when you finally go no contact, afraid you may expose more of his part in what happened to Regina.

Her interviews and recordings continue to be some of the most played years after their release.

She inspires more women in the industry to speak up on their truths and struggles.

For you married life is blissful and becoming Miranda Priestly’s controversial younger wife certainly does gain media attention, but they’re more careful with how they write about you.

You fall into the domestic life, no matter how much both your partners ask for you to get a maid. You’d rather stubbornly do it for yourself.

Perhaps because your mother wished it so much for you, to live as normal as possible.

The milestones and career achievements of your partners are celebrated with dinners or small trips away, while you figure out what you want to do.

Both women spoil you as much as you cater to their wants and needs. And by the time you hit the fifth wedding anniversary, you’re still figuring out what you want to chase in next chapter of life.

Seeing Caroline have another child, gives you more baby fever. Miriam Mavis Priestly is a perfect little bean and named after both her grandmothers. You’re shocked to find out Miranda was Miriam before, it doesn’t suit her at all, but for her granddaughter it’s very fitting.

Jasper Dean Priestly is still your favourite, spending much more time with him now that he’s eight years old and into museums and dinosaurs.

You take him to all the historical ones in New York.

Motherhood is calling to you constantly being around these sweet kids. Cassie vows she only ever wants to be an aunty, which is on brand.

In the discussions you have with your lovers, you and Andy express wanting to carry using the same donor for your future kids.

You’ll take turns.

You become the wife who doesn’t like any tension or arguments in the house because you’ve been trying to avoid becoming what Miranda warned you happens with every marriage.

So far, everything is perfect.

It all worked out, as you believed it would. The only thing you wish for more than ever when your children are born is to move them out to the South of France, but that’s also granted to you.

Miranda who was most unsure about having them is the one who dotes on you the most when you’re pregnant, doing the exact same for Andy.

Your relationship together just works and you vow to never become the struggling marriage types.

2O Years Later. Location - South of France/Manhattan. Status - Married with two kids - Charlotte Priestly (1O) & Rachel Sachs (6)

rayna x andy x miranda & their girls ⤵️

You place your second glass of wine down.

“Charlie! Rach!”, yelling from downstairs.

“Elle est là!”, there’s excitement in your voice.

Your heart begins to beat a little faster.

The next sounds are of thunderous footsteps running down, zooming past you, straight outside to meet the approaching car.

“Mommy! Mommy!”, you can hear them both shout. They’ve been waiting patiently all day.

Your partner doesn’t stand a chance. She’s ambushed before even stepping out.

By the time you catch up to them. Andy is already carrying your youngest, juggling her with the hand luggage about to fall out of her hands.

Your eldest daughter is eagerly bringing in her bigger suitcase from the boot.

“Help”, the brunette squeals, losing grip of her belongings, but you catch them just in time.

“Here, let me”, you also grab the briefcase strap barely hanging on her shoulder.

She looks exhausted, bless her.

“I made you a cocktail”, you smile, mumbling into the kiss you greet her with.

Her eyes light up when you step back.

“God, what would I do without you”, she exclaims now able to carry Rachel properly on her hips.

“Your maman is perfect girls, did you know?”, adding onto her praise of you.

“Mm hmm!”, Charlotte quickly agrees from behind you both, lugging with all her might.

“Mommy, did mom give you our gifts?”, she calls, moving onto what’s most on her heart.

A few years ago, Miranda started a tradition of sending gifts to the girls with whichever mother was temporarily with her in Manhattan, to make up for her lack of physical presence in France.

You all miss her so much.

Most of the time it’s Andy who’s frequently travelling back and forth both countries with her freelance writing projects and remote work.

She’s been on her A game lately, doing it all.

“Yes sweetie, she also sends you all kisses and wishes she could have come back with me”.

“Sérieux? Elle me manque”, Rachel tucks her head on your partner’s neck.

She has the sweetest little voice.

“Me too”, Charlotte agrees, both of them sad.

‘Me three’, quietly in your mind, heartbroken.

“Yes, really”, the brunette glances at you in passing, there’s something in her eyes, but you can’t decipher it right now.

The following hour is spent in your living room, you and Andy on the sofa, with a cocktail in her hand. The girls are at your feet, sitting on the carpet and rummaging through the big suitcase from New York, with lots of expensive presents.

You have the vinyl playing in the background, your own cocktail on the side table. The atmosphere is peaceful mixed in with the joy from the little ones.

It’s almost perfect.

All that’s missing is your wife.

As if sensing your sadness, the brunette wraps her free arm around you, bringing you in to lean onto her. You missed her too these few weeks.

“Can’t wait to have you”, she whispers very quietly in your ear, giving you instant tingles.

God yes, please.

There’s only so much your toy can satisfy.

It’s the feel of another warm body you miss most.

How can you been feeling so lonely lately with not one but two beautiful, exquisite partners?

Together they fulfil your sexual needs, but you desire each woman differently.

Andy has always bottomed for you, but both of them can be dominant in their own right. And when they’re together devouring you, passing you around or fighting over you. There’s nothing quite like it or that comes even close, ever.

It’s your heaven.

You miss the feeling being utterly ruined and used up for their pleasure. The type that takes you a few days to recover from. Those wild threesomes.

“Me too”, you gaze up into her safe doe eyes.

“But why isn’t she here?”, even quieter so the girls don’t hear. You hadn’t told them Miranda had promised to come with Andy this time. In case she disappoints, once again.

And she has, true to her recent behaviour.

You can feel her pull away when she’s swamped at Runway and it angers you, though you don’t express it. She’s missing out on her girls growing again, even though you know she doesn’t want to.

With Cassidy and Caroline it was slightly better because she actually lived with them, had dinner with them everyday, knew their schedules well.

She hasn’t lived with Charlotte and Rachel since they were eight and four years old. Only sees them during school breaks, in the evenings too.

All she does is overwork herself.

You’re frightened for her health at the pace she’s going, but she won’t heed your warnings.

She assumes the girls have you and Andrea, so her absence isn’t a big deal, but it is, for everyone in this delicate family unit, far from the nuclear type. You all need each other to make it.

The brunette had planned to convince Miranda to take a break and come home during this trip.

She almost succeeded.

“Something came up”, she squeezes your arm.

“Again?”, you continue to whisper.

Your partner nods, then plants a kiss on your forehead, as if passing on an apology.

Charlotte and Rachel are now squealing with excitement having opened all their gifts.

But you feel like crying, so you excuse yourself to the kitchen, where you can hear Andy FaceTiming Miranda for your daughters to thank her.

rayna x miranda currently ⤵️

Even the sound of her voice when she picks up the call makes you tear up more.

Your partner finds you, while the girls yap their mother’s head off with stories from school, their friends and of course their presents.

She wraps her arms around you from behind, locking you into her embrace, quick to start trailing soft kisses on your neck.

“I missed you”, she nibbles on your earlobe.

It feels good to held like this.

Your head leans back, giving her more access to indulge in your neck and ear and bare shoulder.

“She misses you too by the way”, Andy continues.

“Told me to pass this on”, her hands grab your waist, spinning you around to face her. And before you can react, she captures your lips in a firm kiss. The type Miranda does enjoy most.

You want to protest, but feel yourself melting, having not been touched this way in weeks.

Those same hands on you travel down to your ass to squeeze, making you moan into her mouth.

Your tongues reunite in a dance of passion and tug of war, feeling your saliva mix with hers.

It’s bliss, she can take you now on this kitchen floor is she must. You wouldn’t mind it, if it weren’t for the kids in the next room.

Suddenly you feel a sharp sting and yelp, in a muffled way. Another one lands in the same exact spot on your ass. This one travelling right to your pussy, making you very wet.

Andy pulls back from the kiss.

“Miranda sends her regards”, now grinning triumphantly. As if her mission is complete.

You won’t admit out loud, but it made you drip.

“I’m gonna kill her”, you say instead, pushing your partner away lightly when she comes in for another kiss. You’ll make her work for it all day.

“Maman! Mom wants to say hi!”, your daughters come running to the kitchen and you step back from the intimate position you’re in with Andy.

Your face is a little flushed.

It doesn’t give you away to the girls, but your wife sees it right away when you appear in the video call frame. You blush hard at being caught.

“I see you’ve received my regards”, are the first words out of her mouth.

She smiles, in that cocky way that makes you still have butterflies in your stomach.

“I have, however, who shall I send with my regards back?”, you play along with her game.

The older woman licks her lips.

“It can be arranged, don’t fret”, her voice cool.

“I’d prefer to receive my greetings from the sender herself”, eyeing her, telling her off.

“Sometimes senders can be quite busy, that’s why carrier messengers exist, darling”, she teases with a small air of superiority.

“Hey!”, Andy jumps in the frame to defend herself, making Miranda start to laugh.

Rachel immediately wants to be carried in your partner’s arms to not miss out on the banter.

So, you pick up Charlotte and sit her on the counter, having the four of you visible in the FaceTime video frame.

“I’m no carrier messenger, I’m more of a postwoman if you must”, the brunette argues her case. She has an adorable disposition.

“I think you make a cute carrier messenger”, you bat your eyes at her, flirting.

“See! From the receiver herself”, the older woman boasts, her gaze darting between all of you.

“Mom, can I be your carrier messenger too? I’m cute”, Rachel chimes in with her angel voice.

“Yes babyy, you’ll be my one number”, Miranda coos back at her, making the little one smile.

“I don’t want be a pigeon, I want be a postgirl”, Charlotte makes her opinion known.

“That’s my girl!”, Andy high fives her.

“Well, darling, then you can be my number one postgirl”, Miranda grins her way.

She pauses to regard all of you, her eyes becoming a little glassy.

“My, what an image of perfection you all are”.

“I miss you so much”, her tone is melancholic.

“Mom! We miss you too”, the little one starts.

"Rentre à la maison s'il te plaît, tu pourras nous lire des histoires pour dormir encore une fois”, Rachel’s voice gives her away, that may just start crying soon. Her self expression is better in French than English at the moment.

“Oui! Les histoires du soir nous manquent, s'il te plaît, tu peux rentrer à la maison?”, her older sister agrees, their eyes begging silently.

Your wife sighs.

"J'vais essayer bientôt, s'il te plaît sois juste un peu plus patient avec moi. J'ai juste beaucoup de boulot en ce moment”, Miranda expresses.

"Mais j'ai besoin d'toi maintenant!", your youngest pouts, her tears quick to fall.

"Tu nous promets toujours et après tu viens pas nous voir”, Charlotte’s voice rising a little.

“Okay, let’s just all calm. You’re not being kind to your mom. She promised to see you and she will when she can. Plus, she got you very nice gifts”.

There’s silence.

“Let me take them upstairs”, Andy steps in.

“Say goodbye to your mom girls”.

“Bisous”, Rachel blows her a teary kiss.

You know this will wreck Miranda inside, but she composes herself for the video call.

“Bisous, j't'aime trop”, Charlotte says quietly before you bring her down from the counter.

Your partner smiles at your wife, leaving you with her on FaceTime, while she takes your daughters to the relaxation and calming room upstairs.

“God, they’ll hate me like the twins did at this age”, the older woman speaks after a moment.

“That’s not true”, you try to reassure her.

“Yes it is”, her voice feels smaller.

“Even you’re angry with me, I can tell”, she reveals, thoughtfully gazing at you.

“No, I’m not”, averting your eyes.

Yes you are, so much.

“Okay, just continue lying to yourself then”, her tone is annoyed.

Sometimes you feel like you want to explode.

How dare she speak so carelessly.

“What about Andrea?”, she cocks her head.

“What about her? She’s here and you’re not, you promised me this time”, your voice is about to strain, but you make it even.

“Is she really?”, her tone challenging.

You sigh, feeling exasperated.

“Well, obviously she is”.

“I’m not your enemy”, she’s quick to reply.

‘You’re not being my wife either’, you want to say.

“I have to go, I have-”

“a meeting, yes we know”, your frustration comes a little this time.

The older woman cuts the call and you feel like you want to burst into tears.

As you’re about to call her back and scold her for being rude, a text notification comes up on Andy’s phone.

Saved under ‘Dior’

‘When are you back in NY? Miss you already’.

Huh?

‘Miss that mouth on me too, you were hungry huh?’.

What the fuck?!

cue the andy’s villain era ⤵️

You click on the chat log scrolling up as far as possible, to at least three months worth of meet-up arrangements, flirting, sexting and nudes.

You’ve always had the passcode to your partner’s phone and Andy being the one who’s here with you most days, you never suspected a thing.

She knows how much you hate being on the phone, so maybe didn’t have to be too careful.

You have to know.

This time when you scroll, you read it properly.

‘Can’t wait to have you’.

‘God. Me too’.

‘Where does wifey think you are this time?’.

‘Technically she’s only married to Miranda’

‘Boo-hoo, you should have married me’.

‘Does that mean she loves her more than you?’

‘You’re just their little third, poor Andy’.

‘I’m not just a third, we have our kids’.

‘Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night’.

‘How are the little ones doing?’.

‘Don’t talk about them, I’ve already told you’.

‘Aww, they don’t know mommy is a big fat cheater’.

‘Do your husband and kids know?’.

‘Obviously not Andy’.

‘Right, so shut the fuck up’.

‘Why don’t you come and make’.

‘I’m omw now’.

‘Just as I thought’.

There’s more but you can’t stomach it.

You feel as if you’ll just vanish into thin air.

Instead of going upstairs, you lock Andy’s phone, your hands shaking and place it on the kitchen counter, as if you saw nothing at all.

Your brain is going a million miles per hour.

Andrea is cheating on you both, Miranda is absent from the entire family and you’re alone.

Did the older woman know this whole time?

Emily Charlton still lives in Manhattan, so it’s not impossible that Miranda is aware of their affair before you, but why wouldn’t she come out right and say the truth? You’re suppose to keep an open and honest line, all three of you together.

Andy is cheating.

“Hey baby, I got the girls to have a nap, they were feeling sad about Miranda”, she comes back to the kitchen to hug you from behind again.

You haven’t moved since the texts.

The moment her hand touches your skin, you burst into tears, unable to hold it in any longer.

She turns you around by your waist to face her, before enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Aww, it’s okay, I know she disappointed you too”.

“It’s gonna be alright babygirl”.

“I’m here, ok?”

“Andy will take good care of you”.

She coos in your ear, not knowing the tears are for her infidelity, not Miranda’s absence.

For years you been trying to avoid the warning the older woman gave you on how every marriage struggles at some point, by becoming the perfect little wife, never showing your anger and being the peacemaker when tensions arise between your two lovers. But now you’re tired and hurting.

You feel completely spent by both of them.

These cannot be the same women who dropped everything to fly to France, just to talk to you about this relationship you’re in.

Something’s gone terribly wrong along the way.

And it’s time you get to the bottom of it.

After crying for a long time on her shoulder, you eventually step back, feeling your sadness replaced with a burning anger.

“It’s okay baby”, she wipes your tear stained face.

Her hands still so delicate when touching you.

“I’m going to Paris for a while”, you announce.

Andy furrows her eyebrows, confused at the sudden change in conversation.

“To see Selene or your siblings?”, she asks.

“I don’t know yet”.

She regards you with thoughtful eyes.

“Okay, are the girls going with you?”.

Your tears immediately come back and you swallow a big lump in your throat.

It makes sense now, how in recent months she seems to push your daughters more on you, whereas before she’d be happy to plan things together, using ‘we’ a lot more.

“Not this visit, I have to sort something out”.

You can see her cogs turning having to be the one who’s left with them for the first time in ages.

“No probs…we can come with you if you want?”.

Again, trying to offload them in another way.

“Are you afraid to be alone with them?”, you blurt out your intrusive thought.

Andy’s eyes widen.

“No, of course not Ray, how can you say that?”.

“I’ve just missed you, that’s all”, she adds.

“Really?”, your face emotionless.

She swallows nervously.

enter rayna’s rage ⤵️

“Yes baby, what’s got into you? What’s in Paris?”.

“DIOR! The Headquarters! I thought I should go to see why they seem to not give you a fucking break!”, your voice shouts for the first time in years, surprising you both. It feels good releasing.

It takes a second before you see her face realise.

Her eyes subconsciously land on the phone you placed on the counter and like clockwork

*PING*

Another text from Dior lights up the screen.

‘Call me when you have a sec, I need you so bad right now’.

Both of you stare at it silently and before Andy has a chance to react you storm up to your bedroom to start packing a travel bag.

You didn’t really intend to go to Paris, but you still need to get out of here, before you murder her.

The closest other home you have is your great aunt Rosalie’s vineyard. She left it to her children when she passed away a few years back.

You’re always grateful she got to hold your girls.

“Ray, can we please talk?”, she appears at the bedroom door, watching you.

You ignore her, furiously putting clothes and essentials in the bag.

“Baby…”, she steps a little closer inside, sitting on the edge of your shared bed.

“Ray, I just felt so alone…I didn’t want her, but she kept texting and with everything happening with us and this relationship, I felt stressed with no outlet to release it all. I know it’s not an excuse…”

“I’m not doing this with you right now”, your voice breaks and you pause for moment before carrying on with the packing.

“Where are you going?”, she asks on the verge of tears, her voice desperate.

“Aunt Rosalie’s and no you can’t come, maybe learn how to be around your daughters, who are constantly seeking your attention!”, you shout.

“I’ll be coming back for them, mark my words”, you continue. “And then I’m leaving you Andrea, for good this time”. The rage inside you grows.

“I’m tired of trusting you, only for you to break my heart again! With fucking Emily Charlton!”.

“Just be with her then! If you can’t live without her pussy in your mouth!”, you’re now yelling.

“Shhh…the girls are still sleeping”, she’s ashamed.

“Then don’t do this with me right now, let me go or I swear to God Andy, this house will not have peace, I will burn everything!”, you warn her.

The brunette steps back from you, leaving you to finish putting your things together.

You grab your car keys and storm back downstairs with your bags.

She follows you, without a word.

Only stands to watch as you drive away, holding herself. She breaks down in tears through the rearview mirror, before you make a turning.

Your tears almost cause you to near miss a few others on the road with you.

The car you’re driving picks up speed as you flee home, not considering you’re over the limit.

You immediately voice call Miranda, who picks not knowing the wrath that awaits her.

“So you knew and didn’t say a fucking word to me?!”, you scream down the phone.

“Hello to you too, I’m about to have a meeting-”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re meeting with the president, you’re getting the next flight here or I’m leaving you too and I’m taking my daughters”.

“I’m tired of holding this household together!”, you explode, finally.

There’s silence on her end for a while.

“Well, who asked you to hold it all together?”, she decides to challenge you in this moment.

“What the fuck are you talking about, you’re never there for me as my WIFE, I’m doing everything by myself…”, you choke on all your repressed anger.

“You won’t let me be there!”, her voice comes out frustrated. “You’re the one who wants to control everything, where we live, how many kids we have! What gifts to get for them!”.

“I told you, moving to France would not work for me from the very beginning and you were willing to join me in Manhattan, until it didn’t suit you”, she continues unravelling her truth.

“You didn’t listen though did you? You never listen Rayna. You just learn when it’s too late, like how Andrea has been sleeping with Emily for years”.

“And don’t think I haven’t noticed how almost everytime I video call the girls you seem to have a glass of wine or cocktail in your hand, midday”.

“What kind of message does this send to them?”.

She stops suddenly and there’s complete silence.

“I fucking hate you both!”, you cut the line, not picking up again when she tries to call you back.

Your phone is blowing up with texts from both Miranda and Andy, but you turn it off, half tempted to throw it in the highway.

By the time you arrive at great aunt Rosalie’s you don’t remember how you got there.

Using the spare key she gave you, the first place your feet take you isn’t the house, but the vineyard, beyond it, where an old friend sits.

Your big beautiful tree, your place of peace.

You collapse under it and let it all out, years worth of disappointment and absence from both your partners. Andy’s infidelity, which turns out to be years of it than the three months you saw on her phone. The nudes she sent come flooding back.

Why did Miranda stay quiet all these years?

Your phone rings again.

This time it’s Cassidy.

“Hi sweetie, where are you right now?”

“Aunt Rosalie’s”.

“Alright, just stay there, I’m coming okay?”

“By myself. My mom will go to Charlie and Rach, we’re getting the same flight”.

You burst into tears again hearing your daughter’s names. God, what a mess this is. They need you.

“It’s gonna be alright Ray, I know it’s a lot…just stay there and I’ll come and see you okay?”

“Okay”, you sniff.

“Okay, I love you so much, we’ll figure this out”.

“Love you too Cass”.

She hangs up and you lie back down on the grass.

In the next few hours, you make your way to the studio apartment by the lavender fields and let yourself in. Thankfully finding it empty.

After a much needed shower and change of clothes you finally let your family know you’ll be staying with them for a while.

Dinner is quieter than usual but they don’t pry.

They’re more than happy to have you, asking about the girls and when they can join you too.

You miss them so much, it hurts.

Right now they’re probably getting ready for bed.

Rachel always needs your goodnight kisses, she can’t go to sleep until you’ve given her one. Charlotte still enjoys being held by you before she’s goes to her own bed.

You’re almost tempted to call the house, but change your mind knowing it would just make them more upset hearing you.

They get a lot of that already from Regina and Andy when she travels to New York, not for work apparently. For Emily Charlton’s pussy.

Why didn’t she just say all those years ago, right under this tree, that it wouldn’t work for her to live without her then girlfriend.

Even as Miranda demanded, which is intimidating enough. Andy should have been honest with you.

You don’t sleep very well, your mind unable to calm. Everything feels like a total lie.

When Cassie comes the following day, you spend the majority of the first hour crying in her arms. Asking her what you did wrong to lead to this chapter of your life. It doesn’t make sense.

“I went to see the girls, they really miss you Ray. My mom and Andy are both still there with them, wondering how to reach you without making it worse…they want you home, to talk”.

“I can’t…I don’t have it in me to face them and be sane, especially with Charlie and Rach in the same house”.

Your best friend is quiet for some time, her cogs turning for a different approach.

“What if I go stay with the girls, while they come here? I really think you shouldn’t prolong it”.

You sigh deeply.

She’s right.

“Okay, they can…thank you Cassie, I don’t mean to drag you into my mess, again”.

“Hey, it’s fine, honestly. Ray, with the amount of times you’ve been there for me, this is nothing”.

She moves closer to give you as long hug, rubbing you back when you start to cry again.

Your cousins who you’ve confided in about the situation without telling them everything keep checking on you, making sure you’re eating and drinking enough.

There’s nothing like having family around you in times such as these, where all is tested.

In a few hours, you find yourself sitting in the same exact spot you sat in years ago when Miranda and Andy first came to visit you here.

Although this time, the mood is not just awkward but devastating. Your world is falling apart.

“This thing between us is clearly not working, why?”, you start when they both fall quiet.

“Well, I already expressed my concerns with you Rayna so, Andrea? Care to take this one?”, she shoots her a cold glare.

“I feel alone. It’s always you two and then me, like an after thought”, the brunette is quick to answer.

“What the fuck are you talking about Andy, we live together! How are you an afterthought?”, your anger comes out without control.

You can tell she’s been crying a lot by her eyes.

“I’d like to get through this more calmer than all the shouting you’ve been doing. If you can dial it back down”, Miranda interjects.

Your eyes avert both of them, looking instead at the backdrop behind them. This time nothing feels magical or astonishing, just shitty.

“I wish you’d never come here for me together”.

The tone of your voice is only filled with sorrow.

“Ray, I’m sorry…the truth is, I felt insecure that you love Miranda more, because that’s all you talk about when you’re with me, how much you need her and miss her while I’m right in front of you”.

“I feel like a third, not your actual partner”.

“You are a third”, Miranda again.

Both you and the brunette gaze at her in disbelief.

“How can you say that? She IS our partner”, you rip at the older woman, trying to not yell.

She shakes her head disapprovingly.

“‘Partner’ was never in my vocabulary, lover yes, at most, but I was clear from the beginning I included you in this relationship for Rayna, I already had a partner”, her voice is the softest out of all of you, but hits the hardest.

Andy starts to cry openly.

“See! That’s what it feels like…I thought after you made me break up with Emily you’d learn to love me too and we’d be in equal dynamics, that’s why I agreed to carry Rachel”.

“Andrea, you seduced me with the agreement you wanted to be included here. If you didn’t agree with the terms, why didn’t you speak up when it mattered, than spending years betraying the one you supposedly love”.

It’s another tennis match you’re watching, this time not of them making out above you but at war.

“I do love her! I know right now it doesn’t look good because of the mistakes and decisions I made but I always love her”, her voice rising.

“How could you do it this to me for years? And why didn’t you fucking say anything?”, you address them both.

“Andrea was yours, I got her for you not the other way around. She promised me she’d tell you herself…it’s not my business”.

“You’re unbelievable! She’s not a thing or toy, for fuck’s sake! How can you speak like this”.

“I felt alone Ray, even in bed you’re always wishing for Miranda, never just me by myself”.

“So that gives you the right to cheat with Emily?”.

Slowly it turns into a shouting match, except for Miranda who destroys you both while composed.

She gets up and walks away towards the lavender fields when it gets too loud to make sense.

It’s just you and Andy left at the table.

Your eyes are red and swollen, you have an ongoing headache.

“Do you wish you never had Rachel then?”, you ask in your normal volume.

“No, never, I love our kids, I would do anything for them…you must know this at least”, she sounds defeated.

“Anything except give them a stable home”.

“I do know…you do try, in the past especially than in recent years. It just feels like you’ve given up on all of us lately, you don’t plan stuff with us”.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s the same line, but I feel lonely with you two married to each other and me without that aspect”.

“You said you didn’t want marriage”.

“Almost twenty years ago, I’ve changed, I do want marriage and to feel wholly loved by someone”.

“And I don’t do that for you, I don’t wholly love you Andy?”.

She shakes her head, truthfully.

“You love Miranda more and that’s okay to know, I’m just second best”, her eyes instantly fill up tears, as if accepting it for the first time.

“Andy…I never felt that way about you. I’m sorry that I was putting the burden of you carrying my sad feelings about her not being present in our family. But you were never second best to me”, your own tears fall.

“Really?”, she sniffs.

“Of course, I loved you just as much, I would have married you if you wanted. It’s just you said you didn’t want it then, so I wanted to give Miranda something to connect her to me, while you and I have the girls”.

She’s quiet for some time.

“I can’t obviously undo my actions”.

“Do you love Emily?”, you ask plainly.

The brunette nods.

“In the same way you love me and Miranda”, she adds as if emphasising a point.

You sigh.

Obviously.

“Does she love you back?”.

“I think so…I mean she’s getting a divorce from her current husband, so…I think”.

“So, you were just gonna continue cheating instead of being honest with me?”, you feel a stab, even though you’re trying to see her side.

“I don’t know Ray, I’m not in the best mind right now, I think I need to maybe speak to someone…professionally”.

“I think all of us need it”, Miranda chimes in appearing back to sit down again.

She tries not to make eye contact with you while saying it, but it’s clear she’s referring to your little wine habit.

“Alright…and maybe some kind of separation whilst dealing with it, this arrangement isn’t working”.

“Permanent separation?”, Andy clarifies.

“From this thing between the three of us yes, from my wife, no. I told her I wouldn’t divorce again, so we have to find a way to work”, the older woman expresses truthfully.

“Andy, I think you should have your chance with Emily, without hiding your love for her and vice versa. You should be happy”.

You can tell she wants to protest but accepts her consequences. There’s no way you also want to divorce from Miranda, so you agree it’s the threesome aspect that’s over.

“What about the girls?”, the brunette starts to cry.

All of you sigh at this. It’s not fair on them.

“We could just do a split custody, they’ve already gone through enough. This doesn’t need to be more uglier for them”, the older woman suggests.

“I think I should move back to Manhattan…obviously Andy you’ll be there and Miranda you’re there too, so it only makes sense”, you admit.

“Okay, fine. If this little meeting is done I’d like to go back home to work”, she stands ready to leave.

“We’ll talk when you’re back in New York, but take your time if you need it”, she adds before you start to protest the abruptness.

She’s already gone, while you’re gathering your thoughts and processing this interaction.

“Ray…”, Andy turns back to you.

“I think you should leave too, we’ll talk soon, okay? It’s been a long day”.

“Alright…I do love you”, she tries again.

“I can’t right now”.

“Okay, do you want to me drive you home?”.

“No, I’ll just need another night here”.

“It’s fine, I’m not trying to rush you”, she stands finally and gazes at you longingly before leaving.

The following days when you return home and break the news to the girls that you’ll be moving to New York they’re over the moon, so much so, you can’t break the sadder news at the same time. They can stay in the illusion they have.

You and Andy decide to save it for when they’re a bit more settled, going back to live in Miranda’s townhouse, while the brunette stays in her own apartment. You’ll give it a few months at least.

So, while Charlotte and Rachel are happier than ever in the month you make the big move. You’re dealing with fresh heartbreak and trying to salvage your marriage to Miranda.

You’re thankful she’s a second time mother because she falls into her role seamlessly, making you wonder why you ever left her support to go chase your South of France dreams.

It’s hard to talk those first few weeks, you pretty much sleep in separate rooms and speak only when it revolves around your daughters.

You try not to let them see the fights that happen later on when your true feelings come out to each other, but kids know. They sense all may not be well, especially with how their other mother is in the same city but not living with them.

The only time you see or speak to Andrea is when you’re picking up the girls or dropping them off.

It feels especially more distant and cold with her, considering you were the ones living together all these years. You can’t seem to forgive the lies.

Therapy is your saving grace, because it’s where you begin to unpack all the mess and confusion with someone who listens and directs you to also look further within you.

So instead of blaming your wife and ex partner all the time, you begin to acknowledge and take accountability for where you went wrong, starting with the drinking habit.

Cassie helps you get in touch with the people who helped her those many years ago when she was in her own dark hole with life.

She’d once recommended them during another one of your low moments here in Manhattan, but you were too focused on the big article project.

Many months go by with things not exactly looking up for any of you.

The two other women especially throw themselves more into their careers than face the ugly truth. It feels somewhat stagnant.

It’s your therapist that encourages you to attempt the change you want to see in your relationship.

One evening you knock on Miranda’s door nervously. She’s just come in from work.

Charlotte and Rachel are at Andy’s this week.

“Come in Rayna”, she calls back.

She’s sitting in her bed, reading some notes from work in her nightwear. Her hand lowers her glasses the more you near.

“Hi”, you attempt a smile.

It seems as if she’s surprised to see you.

“Hello”, she sets everything aside, giving you full attention, which makes you more nervous.

“I wondered if maybe you’d like a quiet companion while you work and I read?”.

You’re afraid of her rejection.

“I thought…”, she starts but doesn’t finish.

“Alright”, she decides.

Your feet turn to hurry to your bedroom, this time bringing back with you some book options.

Miranda Priestly watches as you climb on the other side of her bed and slip inside her sheets.

She’s slow to resume her work, but eventually picks up the notes and wears her glasses, meanwhile your heart is booming inside you.

Knowing her well, you assume she’ll ignore you for the duration of your time, but she’s the first to speak, which is surprising and delightful.

“I’ve started therapy”, are her first words.

A small smiles stretches on your lips before you turn to her. All this time you assumed she didn’t take it as seriously. This is quite astonishing.

“How is it going?”, you try to remain casual.

“Good, I think”, she laughs in a way that’s shy.

You can’t imagine her being that vulnerable.

“I’m very pleased”, you laugh too, nervously.

You don’t want to ruin the moment so you keep quiet, thinking of what you could say next.

“How have your sessions been?”, she ask you.

“Hard”, you’re truthful.

“Mhm. I can understand…”

You both fall quiet and think she’s moved on.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t there in the way you needed me…I can understand it more now, from your perspective”, she breathes out as if she’s done a laboured task.

Probably for her.

“I wasn’t a good wife to you, that’s why I’ve found it hard to connect with you even now, because deep down I don’t think I deserve your love”, she continues when you’re silent.

“But I want to work towards deserving it again”.

“If you’ll allow me”.

For some reason you remember the ending of the the 1952 novel, ‘The Price of Salt’.

How did it go again?

‘Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell’.

Something exactly like this, and it makes sense to you now, why you thought of this book the first time you ever laid in bed with her back in her Paris apartment, those many years ago.

Whatever was bound to happen, she is always your ending, you believe this in many of your lives.

With Andy, you don’t quite know what it would take to have her be your happy ending, but it doesn’t matter. Things have happened this way.

Your only hope is that she finds her true love.

The girls will be fine, they are always loved.

You extend your hand to the older woman, feeling moved to tears by her confessions to you.

She’s the one and now the only one.

Fin.

miranda x rayna/reader ending

andy x rayna/reader ending

thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story from its beginning to its three endings, lots of love sapphics!💞🌈

ANDREA SACHS SPOTTED ALONE IN PARIS AIRPORT.

‘Just two days after one of the most talked about proposals in fashion, the lovebirds haven’t been seen out in public together. In fact, sources are saying on the night of Delacroix’s show, the women left in separate cars. Rayna Ravitz was seen with editor-in-chief of Runway, Miranda Priestly. Meanwhile, Andrea Sachs left minutes later in a different car with a redhead. Others believe the couple simply went to two different after parties. However, Sachs was spotted alone in the Paris airport…’

TROUBLE IN PARADISE FOR NEW YORK’S FAVOURITE SAPPHIC COUPLE!

‘The rumours are true! A week after Paris Fashion Week, the ‘happy’ newly engaged couple Rayna Ravitz and Andrea Sachs haven’t been seen together! How do we know? Our sources revealed while one woman is back in New York, the other has been spotted in the South of France! What is happening between Manhattan’s beloved pair? Is someone getting cold feet already? Find out more on page six…’

THE PROPOSAL WAS JUST FOR FASHION SHOW!

‘In a joint statement in this month’s Runway issue, Rayna Ravitz and Andrea Sachs have revealed how the Paris Fashion Week proposal was actually not real! And instead part of the designer’s show. The two women still haven’t been seen together. Ravitz is currently residing in the South of France, while Sachs, who according to our sources is no longer at Runway, has been seen in Brooklyn lately. The question on everyone’s mind is - are the couple still even together?…’

SACHS SPOTTED WITH REDHEAD!

‘It’s been a month since Paris Fashion Week and sources are saying the ‘happy’ couple are on the rocks. Rayna Ravitz still hasn’t returned to New York and Andrea Sachs was seen with the same redhead from the night of Delacroix’s fashion show. Who is this mystery woman?…’

THIS WEEK IN SPLITSVILLE! New York Sapphics Devastated!

‘The women love women community of Manhattan has been left in utter shock as their favourite couple has publicly called it quits in another Runway article. Ravitz and Sachs who took up New York by a storm last year have officially split due to irreconcilable differences. However sources suggest there may be a deeper reason behind, hidden by the women…’

THIS WEEK IN LOVER’S LAND!

‘Andrea Sachs was spotted again with the redhead. This time holding hands!

Sources reveal the woman is Emily Charlton, one of Miranda Priestly’s assistants. Could she be in between one of the biggest breakup stories of the year? And speaking of the dragon lady, Priestly was seen this week on a dinner date with a handsome younger bachelor, John Jacob Samuels, heir to the Shell oil empire. He’s only 25 years old! How did he manage to attract the ice queen double his age?! Find out on page six…’

RAYNA RAVITZ IS BACK IN NEW YORK!

‘After almost two months in the South of France, Ravitz has finally made her return to Manhattan. Spotted at the airport alone with her luggage. Meanwhile Sachs and Charlton were seen on the same day having brunch. But the biggest news of the week might be the public PDA between Miranda Priestly and her toy boy, John Jacob Samuels. The 50 year old has never been seen heavily making out with previous husbands. Is the young 25 year old bringing out her youth? Could he be melting the ice?…’

A Few Days Before The Last Article

‘I’m back in Manhattan now so I’ll come see you all as soon as I’ve settled in’.

‘How’s my little Jasper today?’

‘No rush! Although I’ve missed you so much Ray. Good to hear things have calmed a bit. We’ll catch up properly’.

‘Jasper Dean Priestly is very smiley today, look!’

‘Also, are you and Cassie talking now? She’s not saying anything to me about it’.

‘She’s also kind of moved in to help with the baby’.

‘She hasn’t reached out since Paris and I’m not trying to push her away even more by contacting her’.

‘Jasper Dean!! I still can’t get over that name, oh my gosh, I can’t wait to hold him!’

‘How are you?’

‘She’ll come around, I think she misses you a lot, I can see it. Hey, maybe you two can finally talk when you visit us?’

‘I know! It’s so Manhattan haha! Had to be done’.

‘He can’t wait to meet his favourite gay aunty!’

‘I’m exhausted but so happy, life feels full in a good way. How are you doing?’

‘I hope. I miss her so much and you too’.

‘You’re true to your borough! I love it!’

‘You deserve this so much Caroline, you’ve worked hard to build this little family of yours. I’m so proud of you 💓’

‘I’m hanging in there haha’.

‘I’ll reach out soon for the visit’.

The Day of the Last Article

You wake up in your Manhattan apartment a little disoriented, having not slept here for months. It feels lonely without the noise of your great-aunt’s family around you, going about their day already.

You haven’t been this alone physically since the day of the yacht with Andy, when you spoke to her properly for the first time and came up with the grand plan to fake a romantic relationship.

That lonely ache was healed being with her all the time, studying the Runway archives, going on ‘dates,’ trying to get the paparazzi to capture you at events. It was fun and easy at the beginning.

When Miranda left you in Paris, the empty feeling didn’t return straight away, thanks to your mother’s family who were happy to have you.

The last few months they’ve surrounded you whilst living with them in the South of France.

They never asked about the drama unfolding in the media or treated you any differently, which is probably why you stayed for even longer.

After Fashion Week, it felt overwhelming to go back home and be met by the press, so Miranda’s the one who suggested you remain in France for a little longer and avoid the media.

Meaning you still haven’t seen Andy since the Matthieu Delacroix fashion show.

The only contact you’ve had was for the joint statement about the proposal and the break up announcement in Runway’s issues.

Another one of the older woman’s suggestions.

She hasn’t talked to you or seen you since her Paris apartment, when you confessed your true feelings to each other.

The day Cassie caught you, Miranda sat down with you after and recommended all these ideas, leaving for Manhattan the very next morning.

No kiss, no sex, just a quick peck on your cheek and a promise that things will work out.

You want to believe her, but seeing her parading that John Jacob Samuels in the media triggered you so much you flew home a few weeks after.

And worse, when your phone pings this morning, you accidentally see an article about your return to New York, Andy out with Emily and Miranda making out with this guy.

Oh, and surprise, surprise, she left you on read, like her daughter, who’s still not speaking to you.

A Week After The Last Article

‘Hey, your driver just picked me up. On the way to you now’.

You heart the message and wait, pacing the living room slightly from nerves. The traffic must be bad because it never took this long before.

Your hands gravitate towards the bottle of wine to pour another glass for yourself, having already downed the first in minutes.

By the time you open the door for her, you’re halfway through this glass.

“Hi…long time”, she smiles shyly, her cheeks slightly pink.

“Yeah, very long”, your eyes trail her from head to toe. Her style has changed slightly, it’s more chic.

She’s even more beautiful in person than you can recall from memory. This is a very bad idea.

“Please, come in”, you say cooly, locking the door behind. This will not end well, you think.

Her scent hits you when she suddenly turns to embrace you fully, as if it’s been years.

It catches you off guard and you almost stumble.

Her skin is a reminder of how touched starved you’ve become again, so you linger in her warmth, remembering her, all the ways she gave to you.

She only notices when she tries to pull back and you’re still locking her in.

She lets you hold her, and it feels as if she’s smiling triumphantly, though you can’t see.

You do let go, eventually.

But the moment you step back and meet her eyes, those entrapping doe eyes, you fall.

The brunette presses her lips, her gaze unmoving, reading you, so very well, she already knows.

“Bad day?”, she whispers, her face leaning in.

Your eyes drop to those plump full lips and back again to her innocent cheating eyes.

“Try year”, you hear yourself speak.

Andy’s hands reach to cup both your cheeks.

“Wanna take it out on me?”, she uses that voice you like, it’s irresistible.

You’re already wet.

“I’ll ruin you”, you warn her, feeling something growing in the pit of your stomach.

“Do it then”, she challenges you.

“Wreck me”, her lips touch yours very lightly.

You deepen it, hands reaching for her ass.

It feels so good to touch her and squeeze her again, you feel possessive, moving up to her back and down to her thighs, exploring her.

She’s already humming into your kiss.

“What about Emily Charlton?”, you whisper on her mouth, then proceed to kiss her earlobe.

“Me and Em are good”, she’s breathy.

This immediately pisses you off, so you bite her neck, just a little, making her yelp unexpectedly.

“Oh yeah?”, kissing her lips again in between.

“Yeah, we’re really good”, she taunts.

You push her against your living room wall, hands gripping her waist, mouth attached to her jawline.

“Why? Are you jealous?”, she speaks slowly, mocking you, using the exact words you texted her with in Paris about

“How’s Miranda Priestly these days?”.

“You’re talking way too much”, you pull back, searching her dilated eyes, your tone unbothered.

“Why don’t you use those lips for what you’re actually good at”, you draw close to her face.

“Make me”, she whispers, her gaze unwavering, but she swallows thickly, revealing her nerves.

You pull her gently by her necklace, straight to the bedroom, with every last bit of your logic trying to stop you along the way.

But the wine seeping into your system wins over.

“Take off your clothes”, you instruct her, whilst you search your closet for your trusty steed of sorts. She’s always been reliable.

By the time you’re strapped in and without your own clothes, Andy’s sprawled on the bed for you.

“No, come here”, you stand with your back against the closet doors. She shakes her head and beckons you with her index finger instead.

You roll your eyes, starting to feel exasperated.

“Do you want my cock or not?”, you stare her down. “I know that pillow princess isn’t giving it to you like this”, you stroke it slowly, playfully.

She watches with big eyes, enjoying your show.

“Don’t you miss screaming into my pillows?”, you smirk, feeling a rush when she slides off the bed and sways to stand in front of you, beautiful as ever and completely yours, for the night.

The brunette captures your lips in a kiss, slipping her tongue playfully inside a couple of times, before gazing into your eyes with her doe ones.

“All the fucking time”, she whispers against your mouth, making your juices drip down your leg.

“Then use those lips to make it nice and wet for me, like a good little puppy”, your hand pushes her shoulder down as signal to get on her knees.

She does it so gracefully.

“Open wide puppy”.

Andrea follows your instructions.

“Stick your tongue out for me”.

She does.

“Now take me inside”, you swallow when you watch her reach for the back of your thighs to hold steady, while she sucks on your strap.

All without breaking her gaze.

God, the noises she makes are so ingrained in your memory, she’s so perfect like this.

You adore the way her eyes tear up when she gets too full with it in her mouth.

You love her saliva and the way her lips wrap deliciously around it, like it’s the best thing ever.

Andrea Sachs is remarkable.

She moans on it to drive you crazy and it’s works.

Deep down, you know she can wrap you around her little finger if she so chooses, but she allows you to feel that kind of power instead.

“Good pup, use your throat”, your hand finds itself tugging on her hair, hips thrusting in and out of her slack jaw.

The brunette’s saliva spills out of the corners of her mouth, along with her tears, her grip on your thighs tighten, before you decide to give her a break, for a little while.

She catches her breath, both of you staring at each other as if figuring out if this is real.

“Come on”, you use the necklace she’s still wearing to tug her to your bed on all fours.

“Up”.

“Ray…”, she turns to you, as if she’s not sure.

“Come on, you can do puppy”, you exaggerate.

“I don’t want to be your puppy anymore”, she stands and sits on the edge of the bed.

“I want to be just Andy…just yours”, she reaches for your hands, pulling you to her.

“Make me scream as me…not a dumb puppy”, her eyes linger on you, before she turns around to lie on her stomach, spreading her legs and giving you full view of her glistening pussy.

“You are a dumb puppy”, you mumble quietly.

“I heard that”, she spins her head, with a small smile forming on her lips.

“Show me you’ve still got. Is Rayna Ravitz worth my evening?”, she teases you, exaggerating in the same manner you just did.

“Fill me up with your big fat cock Ray”, her back arches when she sticks her ass up even more.

“You want it deep?”, your knees climb the bed, hands reaching for her waist.

“God yes, bury it so fucking deep in me, like I’ve been imagining all these months without you”, Andy turns her head to watch you line it up with her entrance. Moving back a little to meet you.

She’s so eager, it’s makes you feel more horny.

“So, Emily really doesn’t strap you? I mean-”

“You’re talking too much”, she mimics you.

Her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Use those hips puppy, c’mon”.

You actually laugh.

“You bitch! I’m the one with the fucking strap”.

“I’m not a pillow princess, I could really take you down if you let me wear it”, her eyes lock yours.

She could, but no.

Instead of answering her, you push it inside, slowly, with your hand travelling up her back to position her lower down.

You’re still angry with her and now with Miranda who’s drawing away from you without a word.

You want to take and destroy.

And that’s what you do.

Over and over, until she’s spent and you are too.

Both of you lie next to each other without touching, in complete silence, recovering and reflecting on this moment.

You just fucked your ‘ex’ and now you’re currently replaying all the climaxes you’ve just given her.

“You’re gonna make me come…”.

“Ray you’re so fucking deep…”.

“Take this pussy…it’s yours”.

“I’m coming all over your cock…”.

Unbelievable.

Andrea turns to you, watching your quietness with a curiosity. She moves herself until she’s got her head on your chest and knee draped over your thighs. She looks breathtaking. You can’t take it.

Her hand traces your cheek, pulling your chin down until she has full access of your lips.

The brunette presses her mouth tenderly on you.

It almost aches how soft it feels, you miss it.

So you indulge her for a bit, exchanging saliva, humming to each other like old times.

Your hand travels to grip her waist, in the way you know her body responds to. Her soft little moans drive you crazy, her lips were made for you.

These sweet in between moments, sometimes better than sex itself. They make you soar.

But you pull back suddenly, remembering what she was doing the entire time you were ‘together’.

“Ray, you were incredible, as always”, her tone still wrapped with lust and her climax. Her eyes sparkle with something she doesn’t voice.

“Still worth your evening then puppy?”, you tease.

“Obviously I was kidding”, she looks at you with that expression you remember too well. As if you’re the only woman left in the world.

As if she’s utterly and completely in love.

But enough is enough.

“My driver will take you home in about”, you check your phone by the bedside drawer.

“Ten minutes”, you sigh, locking it again.

Her face drops.

“I thought…well, I assumed I’d stay the night, considering we haven’t even talked”.

“Fuck no”, your eyes close to avoid meeting her sad ones. “I’m not going there with you again”.

There’s silence as she processes what’s happening between you. You feel her body detangling from yours.

“So, when you reached out…you just wanted-”

“Yup”.

“And you don’t want to-”

“Absolutely not”.

“What the fuck?”, she sits up, covering herself with your sheets.

“What?”, you finally open your eyes, to see hers welling with tears.

It feels like she’s studying your face, trying to figure out who you are right now.

“Nothing”, she swallows, accepting something.

Andy lies back down, sighing to herself.

You watch her quietly, her beauty drawing you in slowly before you snap out it and turn your face elsewhere.

“I’m sorry for everything I did to you”, she starts.

“Don’t”.

“Ray…we have to speak, at some point”.

Silence.

“I still care about you”, her voice breaks slightly.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you have like a thousand wine bottles all over your living room”.

“I think maybe…you should speak to someone”.

When you don’t reply, she continues to spiral.

“I just mean, with everything that happened with Cassie and…your mom, maybe-”

“Don’t”, you sit up feeling triggered.

“Don’t speak about my mother ever, like you have no idea what you’re talking about”, your voice feels like you’re about to cry.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I don’t know”.

“You can tell me if you want, Ray?”, she sits up with you scooting closer until she’s in reach.

You’re ready to call her a liar, cheater, betrayer, and that you can’t trust her ever again, but you remember your position with Cassie right now.

“I think you should leave”.

Your hand picks up your phone and you text your driver to drop her back home.

“I miss you”, her hand goes for your own but you move it. This is how it starts, next thing you’re back in that same cycle again.