(DWP) Bedtime
Title: Bedtime
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: PG
Character(s): Andrea Sachs, Miranda Priestly
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Warning(s): None
Summary: Andrea wasn't really expecting to find this sort of toy in Miranda's room. | Written for the dvlwears_prada community ABC challenge prompt of 'Antique'.
The first time Andrea saw it was when she woke up lying close to the edge of the bed. Miranda was pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck. She looked down to see, among the pillows that had been cast aside the night before, a brown bear, who stared up at her with button eyes. He looked soft, but wore a serious expression, as old teddy bears usually do.
"Miranda," she murmured sleepily, picking it up, "why do you have a stuffed bear on your bed?"
"It was my grandmother's," she answered curtly, trying to take it away so she could continue what she'd been doing. When Andrea instead curled protectively around it, she sighed in frustration. "It was hers when she was young, then my mother's, and then mine, though they probably regret giving it to me now. It would have gone to my first daughter, but...."
"But you can't have just one of anything with twins," Andrea finished for her, grinning. "How did it survive three girls and still end up looking brand new?"
"It wasn't made to be played with," Miranda scoffed, frowning. "It's very rare-an original Mitchom. Supposedly one of the first." Her frown deepened as Andrea looked at the bear, her expression sad. "What?"
"It just seems... lonely. Toys want to be played with. To be loved."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Toys don't want anything, Andrea."
Andrea just shrugged and kissed the bear's nose. In spite of herself, Miranda smiled.
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: PG
Character(s): Andrea Sachs, Miranda Priestly
Pairing(s): Andy/Miranda
Warning(s): None
Summary: Andrea wasn't really expecting to find this sort of toy in Miranda's room. | Written for the dvlwears_prada community ABC challenge prompt of 'Antique'.
The first time Andrea saw it was when she woke up lying close to the edge of the bed. Miranda was pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck. She looked down to see, among the pillows that had been cast aside the night before, a brown bear, who stared up at her with button eyes. He looked soft, but wore a serious expression, as old teddy bears usually do.
"Miranda," she murmured sleepily, picking it up, "why do you have a stuffed bear on your bed?"
"It was my grandmother's," she answered curtly, trying to take it away so she could continue what she'd been doing. When Andrea instead curled protectively around it, she sighed in frustration. "It was hers when she was young, then my mother's, and then mine, though they probably regret giving it to me now. It would have gone to my first daughter, but...."
"But you can't have just one of anything with twins," Andrea finished for her, grinning. "How did it survive three girls and still end up looking brand new?"
"It wasn't made to be played with," Miranda scoffed, frowning. "It's very rare-an original Mitchom. Supposedly one of the first." Her frown deepened as Andrea looked at the bear, her expression sad. "What?"
"It just seems... lonely. Toys want to be played with. To be loved."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Toys don't want anything, Andrea."
Andrea just shrugged and kissed the bear's nose. In spite of herself, Miranda smiled.