Politic X

New fic: The Narcotic Night

politic_x — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 19:53:34 GMT

DWP fanfic: The Narcotic Night
by Politic X

Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: R
Status: Completed
Word count: 10,888
Chapters/web pages: 1
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first
Also posted to ff.net
Beta: Many thanks to the mighty sheknowsnofear. Extended thanks to Sandrine, who kindly put words into Jacqueline's mouth for me.
Long overdue response to chilly_flame's Halloween comment ficathon prompt (Andy, Miranda, a knife).
Summary: Andy visits Miranda at a crime scene.

She fell under the detective's spell before she ever met her.

New fic: in the deep

politic_x — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 18:27:04 GMT

DWP fanfic: in the deep
by Politic X

Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Rating: M
Status: Completed
Word count: 13,400
Chapters/web pages: 1
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first
Will be posted to ff.net
Beta: Many thanks to the bewitching sheknowsnofear, a little daily miracle.

Summary: Miranda is looking for a frolic near the shore, but Andrea pulls her into deeper waters.

With her plump lips and tousled hair, her pale skin and dark eyes, her expression open as a palm, she's bewitching in the way that only a young woman can be: resilient but tender, willing to shatter for love.

New fic: In Exaltation

politic_x — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 00:45:53 GMT

DWP fanfic: In Exaltation
by Politic X
Pairing: Miranda / Andrea
Rating: M
Status: Completed
Word count: 7,440
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first
Posted to my website and fanfiction.net.
Summary: Miranda and Andrea spend Sunday at the office. A shift in power occurs.

Thanks to my beta: sheknowsnofear, who is rare and precious as Sundays. And not solely because she says things to me like: Shorter sentences! One sentence this long cannot be its own paragraph! Although I do indeed treasure such nuggets.

"I'm not sure if it's risqué or holy."

story archive

politic_x — Fri, 26 Aug 2011 01:38:52 GMT

If you have trouble accessing my website, I've uploaded past stories here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3184718/Politic_X

-Laura-

New fic: The River Ouse

politic_x — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 18:06:13 GMT

DWP fanfic: The River Ouse
by Politic X
Pairing: Andy / Miranda:: Rating: PG (adult themes):: Status: Completed:: Word count: 1,203:: Chapters/web pages: 1
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first:: Posted: August 2011
Thanks to my geagte friend and beta royale: sheknowsnofear about whom enough good things cannot be said.

Summary: Miranda and Andy are on a train bound for nowhere.
From the New York Times, 1941: LONDON, April 19 -- Dr. E. F. Hoare, Coroner at New Haven, Sussex, gave a verdict of suicide today in the drowning of Virginia Woolf, novelist. Her body was recovered last night from the River Ouse near her week-end house at Lewes.

"Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!"

New fic: on being found...

politic_x — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 23:45:50 GMT

DWP fanfic: on being found...
by Politic X
Pairing: Andy / Miranda:: Rating: PG (adult themes):: Status: Completed:: Word count: 1,272:: Chapters/web pages: 1
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first:: Posted: June 2011
Summary: A short-short, in response to Wake the Muse: DWP Comment Ficathon , and the request by ikbenniethier : Soon We'll be Found -sia furler- I loved this prompt. My favorite prompt for ages. The song is new to me, and it's gorgeous, and I listened to it a billion times while writing this. So thank you ikbenniethier for that.
Thanks to my beta: sheknowsnofear, who, after all this time, still takes out her ruler and whaps my wrists, thank god.

Making up with Miranda never felt like absolution.

New fic: We Are Mirrors

politic_x — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 21:33:37 GMT

Emily / Serena

"I don't think you have anything I want," Emily had said. You have everything I want, Serena thought.

New fic: and then, afterward

politic_x — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 22:33:15 GMT

Title: and then, afterward
Author: Politic X
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy / Miranda
Status: Completed
Word count: 7,073
Summary: Paris: the cell phone tossed... and immediately after.
Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to The Devil Wears Prada or any of its characters; no money being made.
Beta: sheknowsnofear, my editor and mentor, she constantly pushes me to improve. For all that she has bestowed, I am truly thankful.

"Everything you have is mine."

Old Vices, New Tricks

politic_x — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 23:40:12 GMT

"I have a scarf that will be lovely with your dress," Miranda said, and reached for the Hermès bag she had dropped to the floor inside the doorway, alongside a few other parcels.

The rather large piece of silk was cerise and eggplant, with a decidedly bold alizarin crimson pattern. She would never have purchased it for herself, but it was perfect for Andrea in this Dior. The scarf brought the dress to the current era, as did her Blahniks, even though they weren’t the right shoes for it.

"You’re tying that around my neck," Andrea murmured in her ear. "When you know you want to tie it around my wrists."

Miranda's breath hitched.

"You and your vices.” Andrea said, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Mmmm."

Miranda's pulse was racing, and she slowly pulled the scarf away from Andrea’s neck and let it dangle between them. The townhouse was utterly empty and they had all day to explore this newly discovered pleasure. "I have no vices, Andrea, I'm quite pleased to say."

Andrea chuckled, tried waggling her eyebrows, but she was laughing too hard. "You have tons of vices, and you know it." She held her wrists out before her. "Like scarves and furs and steak and assistants who'd do anything for you…"

Miranda's eyes narrowed. "There's not a bit of truth in that-"

"But this is my favorite. Oh, no, wait." Andrea turned, holding her arms behind her, wrists together. "Tie me."

Miranda did, loosely, and with trembling hands. She'd always been fond of scarves, and had quite a collection of them. It took Andrea to show her this new way of using them. It was Andrea's vice, not hers. She could do without tying the girl up – although she didn't mind it, not one bit.

Andrea turned and faced her and nodded to the largest bag on the floor. "Tell me why you went to a sex shop and bought toys when I could have done it for you." She began walking up the stairs, her wrists tied behind her, the oversized Hermès trailing down.

Miranda stood and took it in for a moment – this sexuality in her austere home. Then she cleared her throat, grabbed all of her bags, and followed her young lover. "You didn’t know what I wanted," she said. "And you're not my assistant."

Andrea stopped and looked down at Miranda, who was on the stairs below her. "I could've been your assistant," she said. Her voice teased, but her eyes didn't. Her eyes were quite serious.

"Don't be ridiculous." The girl never would have lasted. "I hired you for the position that most suited you."

Andrea studied Miranda’s expression, and then she turned very pink. "Just because I'm not your assistant… it doesn't mean I can't do stuff for you. You could have been recognized today, Miranda. In a sex shop. With a huge bag of sex toys that you put on your credit card. You’ll be all up in the headlines tomorrow," she chastised.

"The young woman in the shop didn’t recognize me, took very good care that I got exactly what was needed, and I paid in cash," Miranda said. She gave Andrea a wide smile. "She was extraordinarily helpful."

Andrea’s eyes cut over her. "I bet she was."

"If you provide people with the proper information, they can go beyond the ordinary in their assistance. You need to remember that. You'll have assistants of your own one day."

Andrea stared holes through her. "No kidding." She rubbed her tongue over her lips, looked away and back again. "What did you tell this young woman? I’m sure she recognized you, Miranda. You’re famous, you have that signature look, that iconic hair and –"

"Not everyone recognizes me; I’m not universally known. I’m not Madonna." Miranda's gaze became tender. Andrea kept her on a pedestal, even through the daily grind. "The most important people in the world don’t recognize me, you know. Presidents, anti-terrorists, young graduates of Northwestern… I’m small time."

Andrea’s gaze back at her was equally tender. "There is nothing small time about you, and you know it."

Miranda's heart skipped a beat for other reasons now. She was dancing that very thin line already, with this affair. Unable to do without the girl at work, unable to do without her after work. It was crazy enough, without falling in love. Best not to.

But she had never felt so cherished. Her heart lifted. "The shop attendant was covered in tattoos and piercings, had a shaved head, and wore a very questionable grade of leather. To say that she knew me or Runway would be to suggest that she understood the concept of fashion. I told her that I had a girl who needed to be punished, and she took quite a bit of time helping me to decide on the proper equipment."

Andrea stared at her, open-mouthed.

Miranda tapped her foot. "By all means, Andrea, decelerate even more, why don’t you? Perhaps we could prolong the journey to the bedroom by walking backwards."

"You’re going to have to tell me about this in great detail," Andrea said. She finally began moving towards the bedroom again. "You weren’t mean to her, were you? I mean, you didn’t give her that once-over you give everyone? Some people like what they wear, you know."

Miranda’s lips twitched in amusement. "I think Misty would tell you I was not mean to her in the least. And I didn’t scrutinize her clothing – I was just reporting to you, as you seemed inordinately frantic that I might be seen in a below-brow establishment, as it were. I found her to be quite charming. She gave me her card, with her cell phone and her email address, should we need more equipment."

Andrea was still slack jawed. "And you told her you had a girl that needed punishing."

Miranda tossed her bags on the bed and began rummaging through them. She looked at Andrea, her hands tied behind her back with the scarf dangling down vibrantly. "Yes. You are my girl, aren’t you?"

Andrea said: "Oh, Jesus God," and swallowed and licked her lips.

Miranda raised her eyebrows.

"Yes," Andrea breathed. "Oh God, you don’t know what that did to me. "

Miranda had a very good idea what it did to Andrea. She turned to her, a thin strap of leather in her hand.

Andrea eyed it, and gave a little shudder of desire. She leaned close. "I would have made a great girl," she said quietly.

"Andrea-"

"Miranda, I have Patrick on the line," she said with a winsome smile and lilting voice. "Miranda, here's your mail. Miranda, would you like me to pick up your lunch? Miranda, can I take your coat? Oh, Miranda, you look so beautiful today." She batted her lashes.

Cheeky girl. "That's not how it goes," Miranda growled.

"No?" Andrea leaned closer, her hands tied behind her, Dior stretched tight across her chest. She put her mouth to her lover's ear. "How does it go, then?"

Miranda clenched her jaw.

"Miranda, can I type a letter for you? Miranda, the dresses from Valentino are here. Miranda, I've rescheduled your afternoon appointments because no one's ready to meet with you," Andrea breathed. "Miranda, can I make reservations for you and me at that place you like?"

Miranda turned her head.

Andrea followed her movement, her lips close to her ear. "Miranda, is your coffee hot enough?"

"No," Miranda snapped. "It's never hot enough, which you would know if you were my assistant. It's a small thing to ask. Can no one get it right?"

Andrea looked surprised, but only for a moment. A quick study, she faked a panicked look. "Oh, it's…it's not hot enough?" And licked her lips, as if nervous.

Miranda stared at her.

"I'll get another one for you." She swallowed.

Andrea was quite good at pretending. "I think you've just proven that you wouldn't have made a very good assistant, despite your repeated attempts to convince me otherwise."

The girl frowned. "I would, too. I'd bust my ass for you. I'd give you my best; I already do."

"But perhaps," Miranda said, and lifted the leather strap to the girl's cheek. She softly stroked it. "Your best wouldn't have been good enough."

"Oh," Andrea moaned, and her lashes fluttered. "God. How do you know what to say? You always know."

"Why does it arouse you to think of disappointing me?"

Andrea frowned. "No. Not disappointing you. You always make me want to be better."

Miranda considered this. "Or perhaps you enjoy being punished."

Andrea gasped.

"On your knees," Miranda said. "Careful of the dress."

/end

Disarming Athena

politic_x — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 03:10:49 GMT

forgot to post on my lj page:

DWP fanfic: 'Disarming Athena' by Politic X
Pairing: Andy / Miranda
Rating: R

Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada is not owned by me; I'm not making money.
Archive: Ask first.

Summary: An elevator story.
Status: Completed
Word count: 36,149 (18 chapters and an epilogue)

Beta: sheknowsnofear, a fearless editor and a fantastic teacher, she has my many thanks. If there are errors, grammatical or otherwise, they are no fault of hers, particularly as I was scurrying around making revisions behind her back.

"Touch it."

A Mean Sleep

politic_x — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 06:57:55 GMT

Title: A Mean Sleep
Rating: R
Pairing: Miranda / Andrea
Summary: Miranda encounters Andrea at a party three years after Paris and demands an explanation.
Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to The Devil Wears Prada or any of its characters; no money being made.
Thanks to sheknowsnofear for taking her red pen to my big mess... The story is as good as it is because of her fantastic editing.

"It's a very hard thing for me to say. Especially after all this time."