X-Over: Devil Wears Prada & Damages

Pairings: Miranda/Andy & Ellen/Patty

Rating: NC-17/Mature

Summary: Two of New York’s most powerful women suddenly met their matches, but it’s difficult making the appropriate adjustments. Luckily Andy and Ellen don't leave them any choice

Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada’s characters belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. Damages belongs to Todd A. Kessler, Daniel Zelman, and Glenn Kessler and KZK Production in association with FX Productions and Sony Pictures Television (boy that’s a mouthful!).

*Spoiler Alert: Damages; Season 2 Season Finale & Season 3

*Shout-out to Melanacious for allowing me to run with her Indecent Proposal: Sneak Peek (Shanghaied Surprises)

*All mistakes are my own and feedback is very welcomed

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Epilogue II (Final)


Miranda had woken first, stretching the kinks out, luxuriating in being lazy and content. Looking over at her lover, most people would be surprised at the look of absolute tenderness and love emanating from her face as she looked at Andréa. She wanted to wake her up for more lovemaking, but she remembered that the resort had a jewelry store.

Following that train of thought, she leaned over and gently kissed Andréa’s brow, not wanting to wake her, before heading to the bathroom. She had an important errand to run; she wondered if she’d be able to find what she was looking for.

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Later, Ellen was busy doing rum shots with the elegant Miranda Priestly. As the liquor burned its way down her throat, she languidly looked over her companion. The sun-kissed skin beautifully off-set the startlingly white, silvery hair and those gorgeous blue eyes that were vaguely similar to Patty’s.

“Are you enjoying yourself Ellen?” She watched Andréa’s friend as she sipped more slowly on the never-ending rum punch.

“I’m thoroughly having the time of my life. As I suspect you and Andy are.” She finished with a small grin before her expression turned a little more solemn. “Patty… has had a very difficult time lately. Yes, the stolen money from the Tobins was retrieved, but like so many of Patty’s cases, it’s taken a great deal from her in return. From both of us actually. Losing Tom has been really, really, hard. So your offer for a quick get-away was a godsend.” She leaned over and gave a Miranda a somewhat chaste kiss. “And while Patty hasn’t said it, your friendship has become important to her. Thank you… for everything. ”

Ellen watched with some amusement as Miranda’s cheek stained pink, uncomfortable with emotional moments with anyone other than her daughters or Andréa. However, that doesn’t seem to matter with Ellen, Miranda thought with some fond exasperation. “Oh for heaven’s sake, I did what anyone would have done in my position. Enough of that—I’d rather do shots then to have another…” she delicately shivered, “moment.”

Miranda shifted in her seat before crossing her legs, involuntarily drawing Ellen’s eyes to her shapely calves. “Wow, Miranda, those are some legs. Andy must be pretty appreciative.” A cheeky grin followed that statement.

“You seem to have no self-preservation around me. Frankly, I have no idea where Andréa finds her friends; between you, Douglas, and Lily, and your dreadful Knicks’ game nights, it’s a wonder I haven’t broken out with Birkenstocks on my feet as a result.” She ended her playful tirade with a smirk.

“Birkenstocks, really?! No need to be drama-queen or threaten Andy.“ Ellen laughed. “Well, we have your Knicks jersey waiting for you whenever you or Patty decide to ‘live a little.’”

“Yes, I can see it now: Miranda Priestly splashed yet again on Page 6 wearing a Knicks jersey, Bill Blass slacks, and Louboutins.” She signaled the bartender for another round. “Besides, the Knicks have been dreadful for years, consisting of incompetent players and management. Why on earth would I be interested in such ineptitude? I certainly saw enough of that at Runway.”

“But that’s part of the charm. We get to heckle and moan and joke ensuring a good time, since we have zero expectations” Chuckling, Ellen was enjoying their banter. But then her eyes warmed even more as she took in their approaching lovers. Andy look stunning, her skin almost swarthy, hair streaked with light, red-highlights from the sun. Like Ellen she wore a sundress; Andy was wearing a beautiful Trina Turk halter dress, she looked stunning. And judging by the heat that exploded out of Miranda’s eyes, she thought so too. Patty looked wonderful… and yummy.

She wore a pair of Ralph Lauren pale pink linen trousers and darker-pink checkered linen shirt. Her blonde hair seemed almost white because of the sun, along with her sun-kissed, lightly freckled skin, and gorgeous baby-blues, it was all Ellen could do to not squirm in her seat.

Ellen’s eyes grew slightly heavy as she remembered their earlier love-making.

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Ellen found herself on all fours, white-knuckled, clenching the tangled sheets beneath her. Dark-red hair tousled and spilling across the bed, while a hand firmly gripped some strands to add leverage to the thrusting hips as it plunged the wet, glistening, toy inside Ellen’s slit.

They faced the open veranda and beautiful aqua-colored sea with sunlight and warm, ocean breeze brushing along their sweaty skin. Patty’s breasts pressed into Ellen’s back, her nipples dragging along her skin as she brought Ellen closer to lustful completion.

Patty’s hips, swiveled, rolled, and thrusted inside the clenching channel. Ellen was so wet that she could feel her juices splash around Patty’s ‘girl-cock’ as she plunged it inside her, more juices dribbled down along her thighs and onto the sheets.

To add to the sensation was Patty nuzzling, nibbling, suckling, and biting along Ellen’s shoulder, up along her neck, while whispering dirty, loving, sometimes sweet, things into ear. Patty’s other arm was wrapped tight around Ellen, her fingers sliding along her slit, spreading the wetness along the swollen, pink flesh, before firmly rubbing along Ellen’s pulsating nub.

Their breathing grew increasingly harsh, mingling with Ellen’s cries of pleasure, pleas, and whimpered-moans of ecstasy. Patty was no less quiet. After Ellen spent long moments before pleasuring her lover with her mouth, Patty’s taste still strong along her tongue and lips, her scent still smeared along her lips, Patty returned the favor by declaring her intent.

“I plan to fuck you Ellen. Plunge that toy deep inside so that you can still feel me long after I’ve made you cum. Would you like that, my love?”

Ellen could only whimper and nod, the lust so thick in her throat that she could barely speak. And she did, slowly, deliberately, building the tension until it became almost unbearable, and then adding to it. Patty leaned over even more her hand bringing Ellen’s around enough connect with Patty’s lips, immediately bringing them into a deep kiss, pulling small incoherent noises from Ellen’s throat. Like a thunderstorm gaining power, as they kissed, as Patty ruthlessly worked her ‘girl-cock’ into Ellen’s hole, ignoring her pleas to go faster, with eyes clenched in pleasure, Ellen could almost see the powerful orgasm from a distance. 

But Ellen wanted to face Patty. So Ellen gently removed the hand working on her clit as Patty lifted her mouth for some much-needed air and surprise, Ellen gently motioned Patty to move back. With a frown, Patty stopped.

“I want to cum while facing you. Sit up against the headboard. I’m going to take us for a ‘ride.’” Ellen panted out because she was very close to cumming already. However, she watched with some amusement as Patty gently, but quickly removed ‘herself’ from Ellen’s body and on quivering legs moved towards the headboard, but not without a quick spank on Ellen’s delectable ass.

“You’re lucky I took my vitamins, otherwise all this ‘activity’ would leave me spent.’” She settled against the headboard, her dildo standing-at-attention, glistening with Ellen’s juices. Her blonde hair lay against her head, sweaty and tousled. Sweat gleamed along her flushed skin, muscles quivering, standing out in relief. Those light-blue eyes, hooded, seductive, possessive, taking in Ellen’s ravaged body. In a word, Sexy, Ellen thought.

Quickly she swung her body over and slowly slid her hands up Patty’s legs, eliciting a mewl from her lover. Fire erupted along Patty’s skin as Ellen slid her warm palms up her thighs, and her lips and tongue followed suit. Suddenly she couldn’t wait and while most of her life she spends a great deal of time being methodical and measured due to a slow-moving legal system, she never felt a stronger urge to quicken things. But the legal system had nothing on Ellen’s scorching touch.

With her chest heaving, Patty leaned forward and cupped her hands along Ellen’s arms to pull her up. “Get up here! I should already be inside you.”

But Ellen needed a ‘taste.’ She stopped at the apex of Patty’s thighs, lapping up Patty’s juices as she went, driving Patty’s lust even higher. She paused, inhaling Patty’s scent, Ellen dabbled in tongue along her swollen folds, around the part of the dildo nestled inside her lover, and Patty’s clit lay quivering and red. She brought her hand up and wrapped it around the dildo.

“One moment, sweetie, I just want to reward you for working sooo hard.” She said hoarsely, her eyes twinkling with lustful amusement.

And with that Ellen’s mouth surrounded Patty’s clit as her hand tugged and pulled her the dildo, causing Patty’s body to jerk, while a “Fuck!” was shouted around the room from Patty’s lips. Her tongue and lips lashed the nub in her mouth, while her hand continued to plunge the dildo in and out of Patty’s cunt. Her other hand attempted to hold her lover’s churning hips in place and finally when she felt Patty’s clit harden further, indicating her impending orgasm she pulled off, quickly moved up, bringing her legs on either side of Patty’s lips, lifted up until her dripping hole hovered over Patty’s girl-cock. As her lover opened her mouth to protest, Ellen crashed her lips down onto Patty’s while sinking down onto the dildo causing a deep moan to erupt from Ellen’s chest. Ellen’s hands paused to briefly cup her lover’s full, surprisingly firm breasts, tweaking and rolling her impossibly hard nipples, before her arms went around Patty’s smooth, sun-kissed shoulders. They kissed deeply and wetly, all the while Ellen rolled and pressed, and lifted up and down, meeting Patty’s upward thrusts, the muscles in their thighs slightly burning, plunging the toy deep inside, shifting it inside Patty.

Lifting her mouth from Patty’s, she greedily listened to the frantic noises escaping her lover’s lips. Leaning down, just pressing her lips against swollen lips, she hoarsely whispered, “I love you.”

At that moment those baby-blues opened, staring deeply, lovingly, into Ellen’s golden-brown eyes, before Ellen’s head snapped back, the orgasm stealing over her, filling her veins, she felt Patty’s lips and tongue suckling along her jaw and neck, as Ellen’s walls contracted wildly around the dildo,. Which is exactly the right effect: Patty’s arms involuntarily tightened around her waist, her hands cupping Ellen’s bottom dug into the fleshy globes, as her hole pulsated and throbbed uncontrollably around her end of the dildo, her honeyed nectar spilling out and down Patty’s thighs.

Both women pressed and grinded their through their peaks, before coming to a rest, still throbbing, pulsating. Ellen spent, still felt the after-shocks, peppered kisses along Patty’s sweaty jaw, the sweat along their breasts allowed them to slide deliciously against each other. Meanwhile, Patty nuzzled along Ellen’s neck before her head fell back to lean against the head-board, her limbs felt like they’d been soaked in warm honey, but she didn’t want Ellen to move just yet. Taking in her lover’s utterly ravaged, yet sated expression, barely restrained her from feeling a tad bit smug.

However, from the eyebrow that lifted on Ellen’s face, she didn’t appear to be successful. “Do you think you can try to not look like the cat that ate the canary?”

Patty could only chuckle. “Hmmm, let me mull it over.” Mockingly shaking her head she answered. “Nope, I’m too busy reveling in the thought that only I can do this to you.” Patty’s baby-blues suddenly turned tender. She lifted a hand, tucking Ellen’s sweaty locks behind her ear, before gently caressing her fingers along Ellen’s jaw. She brought her head forward for sweet, tender, kiss, on Ellen’s swollen lips.

“Have I told you how much you’ve come to mean to me?” Patty asked.

Kissing Patty one more time, before she snuggled into Patty’s neck, she answered. “Many times. Besides, who else would save you from yourself?” she questioned semi-cheekily.

With a snort, Patty’s other hand lightly swatted Ellen’s ass. “Perhaps you’re right. But right now, why don’t we further debate this further in the huge sunken tub and then we can take a quick nap on the veranda?”

“Mmmm, that sounds perfect. Why we should probably call housekeeping to change the sheets and perhaps freshen the room. I mean what would Andy and Miranda think if they came in here?” she could barely hold the laughter back--- after all, Miranda and Andy made plenty of noise themselves.


Present
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“Miranda you might want to order more drinks since our lagging lovers are finally joining us, right after we’ve picked our tongues up off the floor.” She watched with some affection as the fashionista’s cheeks slightly pinken once again. “Don’t worry I worry I won’t tell our lovers that we weren’t anything but extra cool.”

Miranda with her eyes still on her approaching lover, cleared her throat slightly, as she took another sip of her drink. She turned to the bartender to order drinks for their lovers. She lifted a silvery brow in Ellen’s direction, briefly drawing her attention. “Does Patty have a preference for drinks during her vacation or is it her usual Johnny Walker Blue?”

“Hmmm, no. Patty’s been trying to… step out of her comfort zone during her stay here.” She briefly chucked at a thought. “Plus I don’t think she can get enough of these yummy rum punches.”

Arms sliding around Miranda’s mid-section and a gorgeous cologne caressed her nostrils signaling that their lovers finally reached them. The perfume had a special connotation for Miranda. During her last trip to Paris they took a mini-vacation to Nice after Fashion Week, where they visited one of the famous perfumeries. Little did she know that Andréa had the same idea as her; they secretly had a special, unique, blend prepared for the other. It was one of the most thoughtful things anyone had ever done for Miranda.

Full lips pressed into her neckline as she turned around with Andréa’s and Patty’s drinks. Quickly stealing a kiss from Andréa she handed Patty her drink, while Andréa plucked hers from Miranda’s hand. “Hello darling. Did you have a good rest?”

Making an appreciative noise after she took a sip, Andy grinned. “I had a spectacular nap.” She slightly pouted. “But it definitely would’ve been even more awesome if a certain someone would have been there to kiss me awake.” Andy leaned in again to steal another kiss before Miranda could answer. “But it was worth it seeing your reaction to my new sundress.” She stepped back, spreading her arms wide. With a seductive purr she asked, “You like?”

“I certainly do.” Ellen’s amused tone answered before Miranda.

“I have to agree with Ellen.” Patty languidly followed.

“That’s quite enough from the both of you.” She paused as she did her trademark perusal of both their companions. Patty stood, propping her foot on Ellen’s stool , Ellen was busy nibbling on a piece of guava, her hand curled around Patty’s waist.

“I was sure you’d both show up in some drab lawyer garb. I’m glad to see my influence has had some effect.” Miranda nibbled on a piece of pineapple, hiding her grin.

“Yes, Miranda, whatever would we do without you?” Patty asked with mocking amusement.

Miranda gave a fake long-suffering sigh. “Such is my lot in life, instilling a proper sense of style… even in attorneys.”

They were interrupted from their banter by the bartender. He set four shots of the Island’s special-made rum. With his musical patois he explained the drinks that appeared before the four women. “Compliments of your concierge, Marcus. Enjoy!” he grinned.

Miranda looked at the more than likely,potent orange-colored rum with some mild consternation. Andy chuckled at her expression, while Patty and Ellen lined up their drinks in preparation for the throw-back. Patty lifted her glass, the others followed suit. “I guess this is as good a time as any. To my retirement from litigation and most importantly to being lucky enough to of found our way to each other.”

“Bravo Patricia.” Miranda responded and then they all threw back their fiery shots.

Andrea cleared her throat, signaled to the bartender, and looked towards her friends after a nod from Miranda. “Ummm, we have an announcement to make.”

Miranda stood up, discretely reached into her pocket and withdrew a velvet black box.

“Oh my god! “ exclaimed Ellen, there’s usually one thing people say in this setting, combined with those words, complete with that look in Andy and Miranda’s eyes.

“Yes, Miranda has agreed to become my wife. I asked her this afternoon.” Andy was beaming.

Four flutes were placed in front of them along with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Grande Dame 1998, while congratulatory hugs and kisses between the friends carried on. The bartender quickly and efficiently popped the cork and filled the glasses. Miranda, quickly and discreetly dropped the ring inside Andréa’s flute.

Miranda handed Andréa’s her special glass, then proceeded to pass out the rest to Ellen and Patty.

After another toast, this time congratulating the couple, they all took a healthy swallow, with Miranda keeping a watchful eye on Andréa. It wouldn’t do for her to choke on her engagement ring, thought Miranda.

Patty watched her friends and lover with a warm glow and thought how lucky she was to of been given what feels like a second chance. Because that is exactly what it feels like; after the culmination her disastrous personal life with her son, her ex-Husband, the death of Tom, the lies, the loneliness, she’d been dying inside a little bit each day. Like a wound that’d been festering, recognizing her…. connection to Ellen essentially ‘lanced’ that wound.

Feeling someone’s eyes on her, drawing her out of her reflective mood, Ellen was staring at her with a loving gaze. She stepped closer to Patty.

“You ok?”

“Absolutely, love. I was just thinking how far we’ve come.” Tugging Ellen closer, laying a gentle kiss on her lips. “And it’s mostly because of you.”

Ellen looped her arms around her neck, as Patty’s arms tightened around Ellen’s waist. “I’m not sure about that. I simply gave you a choice. You decided to take the ‘winning one.’”

A squeal interrupted their ‘moment.’ They quickly looked over to see that Andy had a beautiful ring in her hand. Andy quickly told them where it came from.

Patty smirked. “Really Miranda, I’m surprised you didn’t have it delivered via a submarine or something.”

With a trademark lift of a silvery brow Miranda responded. “Well, sometimes a cliché is all that’s warranted.”