Subject to Change | PG13 | The Devil Wears Prada
Title: Subject to Change
Prompt: blind date
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#8)
Fandom: Lily/Emily, The Devil Wears Prada
Requested by: dragonwine
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1433
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: The aforementioned prompt is only part of the original request that was given to me: Miranda/Andy and "are you gonna eat that?" were also included. However, I didn't want to do something that had already been done, and I wanted to try to break away from Miranda/Andy (*dramatic gasp*). I have no idea how I did in characterizing these two characters (*cue anxiety*) but I hope I managed to do them justice. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
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"Don't take this the wrong way, but isn't sex supposed to be a little less…forced?" Lily asked, disengaging her body from the lithe redhead's. She swiped her thumb across her pouted lower lip in her attempt to salvage her smudged lipstick. She looked a hot mess but Emily didn't look much better. She couldn't help but smile at the fact. It was apparent that the other woman was a bit obsessive about her appearance and Lily prided herself on having messed with it.
"Well…yes." Emily sat back primly against the suede beige sofa. She readjusted her dress and crossed her legs. Lily raised an eyebrow: within seconds Emily had reconstructed the walls that Lily had spent the better part of a terrible blind date tearing down. "Same with first dates."
"First dates are always awkward and forced," Lily countered, leaving the couch to enter her small kitchenette. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge and made easy work of uncorking it. "You want some wine?"
"Red?"
"White."
"Oh. Sure. I suppose."
Lily rolled her eyes as she retrieved two wine glasses from the cupboard. She wished she had her phone handy; she had half a mind to tear Andy a new one for setting her up with her crazy former coworker. She liked Emily well enough, but she was so tightly wound that Lily feared losing an eye.
"Hungry?" she asked, peering into the living room.
Emily appeared scandalized. "We just had dinner."
"That was over an hour ago. Don't you snack?"
"No."
"Girl, you've got to get some meat on those bones." Lily reentered the living room and handed her the wine.
Emily bristled and flicked her hair behind her back. "I'm perfectly content with my weight as it is."
Lily nodded. She couldn't quite understand how anyone could be perfectly content with protruding ribs. She took a swallow of her wine and decided not to press it. The last thing she needed was to pick a fight with a girl over her potential eating disorders. She hoped, for Emily's sake, that she was just naturally rail-thin. If they kept dating, maybe she could tempt her to partake in her famous peach torte. That, Lily knew, was a big if.
"We could try the sex again if you wanted?" Lily suggested. It hadn't been all that bad when they first started out.
Emily shrugged, taking a tight-lipped sip of her wine. She did a poor job of hiding a grimace. "I don't think that's a very good idea."
"It wasn't a bad idea when you put your hand up my shirt fifteen minutes ago."
Emily's pale cheeks flushed with color and Lily found the sight of it breathtaking. She looked real, not like some fashionable mannequin. "Let's not kid ourselves, shall we? This whole blind date was a terrible idea."
Lily reeled back. "Am I that awful?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "That's not what I'm saying. It's just…we are clearly not well-suited to one another."
Lily pursed her lips. Though she knew that Emily was entirely right, she couldn't ignore the voice in her head that naggingly asked why? Since childhood she'd always been the one who set out to prove everyone wrong and most of the time she succeeded. The two of them together was like making an exhibit with pop art beside pretentious neo-classical pieces. It was just wrong.
Lily hated that word.
"You know what your problem is?" Lily asked, drawing one leg up onto the couch as she turned to face her. "You need to lighten up."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it from someone who just had her tongue down your throat. You need to open up a bit. Just let things happen. Go with the flow."
"You don't know a thing about me," Emily responded, reaching for a coaster before settling her glass down on the coffee table. "You know, I think we should just quit while we're ahead." She stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress. "It's been…lovely." Emily held out her hand.
Lily laughed to herself and stood, slowly easing her glass onto the coffee table. She took Emily's hand, cold and stiff, and doubled over with laughter.
"What?" Emily asked shrilly, pulling back her hand. "Did I miss a joke?"
"Honey, you just proved how uptight you are."
"I most certainly did not."
Lily grabbed Emily's stiff hand and wiggled it in her grasp. "It's not a dead fish, Em. Shake it like you mean it."
Emily rolled her eyes and relaxed her hand, molding her hand to fit Lily's. "I don't appreciate being made fun of."
"I'm not making fun. I just think…" Lily cocked her head to the side, sizing up the skinny redhead. "You seem like a pretty cool chick and maybe we're being a little premature about calling it quits."
Emily gave a derisive laugh. "You think so?"
"Well, there's obviously a reason why Andy set us up."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes…to keep us distracted while she and Miranda frolic about together."
"Maybe she sees something we don't."
"Oh please…the girl probably sees unicorns and rainbows on a daily basis. She's dating Miranda Priestly for Christ's sake."
"Exactly my point! She sees something special in the most difficult woman in the world, so who's to say that she doesn't see something here?"
Emily considered her words momentarily before giving an exasperated sigh. "Why are you pushing this?"
"Maybe you're that good of a kisser."
Emily unexpectedly laughed. "I am that good of a kisser."
Lily grinned. "Let's dance."
"There's no music." Emily raised an eyebrow.
"So?" She stepped closer, placing her hand on Emily's waist. "We'll pretend."
"I don't think so."
Lily raised a pointed "told ya so" eyebrow.
Emily sighed. "You have a radio," she said, gesturing to the stereo on the large entertainment center. "I will dance to music." She crossed her arms challengingly.
Lily chuckled, moving across the room. "Fine then -- but whatever comes on, you have to dance to. No matter what it is."
The redhead stuck her tongue in her cheek and shrugged. "Fine."
"I like a girl who proves me wrong," Lily said, flipping on the stereo. She adjusted the tuner, bypassing stations full of static.
"Oh please. You don't like me. You're just trying to prove that you're right."
"I don't know if I like you or not, but that's always subject to change." Lily finally found a station that came in clearly. She laughed when Young MC's "Bust a Move" began to blare. She began to roll her shoulders.
"You can't be serious."
"Completely." Lily began to dance, clapping her hands as she swayed from side to side.
"This isn't even a slow song."
"We didn't agree to a slow dance." She shimmied over to the rigid woman and rolled her head. "C'mon, Em. Prove me wrong. I dare you." Emily glared and awkwardly began to move. It was glaringly obvious that she was uncomfortable. Lily laughed and reached for Emily's glass of wine. "Here. Drink up. Loosen up. Relax."
Lily was impressed to see Emily drain the glass and then slowly ease more into the quick, funky beat of the song.
"Get it girl!" Lily said with a grin, wiggling her hips in time to the music. She took Emily's hands and twirled her. They danced together, laughing at each other's silly moves and facial expressions until the song ended and a commercial for unwanted hair removal took its place.
Lily held onto Emily's hands. "See? Letting go can be fun."
Emily smiled and pulled her hands away, stepping back. "Perhaps you're right."
Lily smiled and stepped closer. As she leaned in to kiss her, Emily placed her fingertips against Lily's mouth. "If we're going to see each other again, I won't put out on a first date."
Laughing, Lily asked, "But you would if you knew you weren't going to see me again?"
Emily shrugged and gathered her purse from the couch. "Does it surprise you to know that I partake in the occasional one night stand?"
"Yes, actually."
Emily grinned. "Good." She closed the distance between them and kissed Lily on the cheek. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For seeing something I didn't."
Lily grinned, enjoying the color on Emily's cheeks and the brightness in her eyes. She imitated a phone with her fingers and held it to her ear. Emily nodded, smiled, and left.
Lily turned off the radio, drank the rest of her wine, and decided that maybe Andy Warhol and Jacques-Louis David could intermingle in the same exhibit after all.
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Prompt: blind date
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#8)
Fandom: Lily/Emily, The Devil Wears Prada
Requested by: dragonwine
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1433
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: The aforementioned prompt is only part of the original request that was given to me: Miranda/Andy and "are you gonna eat that?" were also included. However, I didn't want to do something that had already been done, and I wanted to try to break away from Miranda/Andy (*dramatic gasp*). I have no idea how I did in characterizing these two characters (*cue anxiety*) but I hope I managed to do them justice. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
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"Don't take this the wrong way, but isn't sex supposed to be a little less…forced?" Lily asked, disengaging her body from the lithe redhead's. She swiped her thumb across her pouted lower lip in her attempt to salvage her smudged lipstick. She looked a hot mess but Emily didn't look much better. She couldn't help but smile at the fact. It was apparent that the other woman was a bit obsessive about her appearance and Lily prided herself on having messed with it.
"Well…yes." Emily sat back primly against the suede beige sofa. She readjusted her dress and crossed her legs. Lily raised an eyebrow: within seconds Emily had reconstructed the walls that Lily had spent the better part of a terrible blind date tearing down. "Same with first dates."
"First dates are always awkward and forced," Lily countered, leaving the couch to enter her small kitchenette. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge and made easy work of uncorking it. "You want some wine?"
"Red?"
"White."
"Oh. Sure. I suppose."
Lily rolled her eyes as she retrieved two wine glasses from the cupboard. She wished she had her phone handy; she had half a mind to tear Andy a new one for setting her up with her crazy former coworker. She liked Emily well enough, but she was so tightly wound that Lily feared losing an eye.
"Hungry?" she asked, peering into the living room.
Emily appeared scandalized. "We just had dinner."
"That was over an hour ago. Don't you snack?"
"No."
"Girl, you've got to get some meat on those bones." Lily reentered the living room and handed her the wine.
Emily bristled and flicked her hair behind her back. "I'm perfectly content with my weight as it is."
Lily nodded. She couldn't quite understand how anyone could be perfectly content with protruding ribs. She took a swallow of her wine and decided not to press it. The last thing she needed was to pick a fight with a girl over her potential eating disorders. She hoped, for Emily's sake, that she was just naturally rail-thin. If they kept dating, maybe she could tempt her to partake in her famous peach torte. That, Lily knew, was a big if.
"We could try the sex again if you wanted?" Lily suggested. It hadn't been all that bad when they first started out.
Emily shrugged, taking a tight-lipped sip of her wine. She did a poor job of hiding a grimace. "I don't think that's a very good idea."
"It wasn't a bad idea when you put your hand up my shirt fifteen minutes ago."
Emily's pale cheeks flushed with color and Lily found the sight of it breathtaking. She looked real, not like some fashionable mannequin. "Let's not kid ourselves, shall we? This whole blind date was a terrible idea."
Lily reeled back. "Am I that awful?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "That's not what I'm saying. It's just…we are clearly not well-suited to one another."
Lily pursed her lips. Though she knew that Emily was entirely right, she couldn't ignore the voice in her head that naggingly asked why? Since childhood she'd always been the one who set out to prove everyone wrong and most of the time she succeeded. The two of them together was like making an exhibit with pop art beside pretentious neo-classical pieces. It was just wrong.
Lily hated that word.
"You know what your problem is?" Lily asked, drawing one leg up onto the couch as she turned to face her. "You need to lighten up."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it from someone who just had her tongue down your throat. You need to open up a bit. Just let things happen. Go with the flow."
"You don't know a thing about me," Emily responded, reaching for a coaster before settling her glass down on the coffee table. "You know, I think we should just quit while we're ahead." She stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress. "It's been…lovely." Emily held out her hand.
Lily laughed to herself and stood, slowly easing her glass onto the coffee table. She took Emily's hand, cold and stiff, and doubled over with laughter.
"What?" Emily asked shrilly, pulling back her hand. "Did I miss a joke?"
"Honey, you just proved how uptight you are."
"I most certainly did not."
Lily grabbed Emily's stiff hand and wiggled it in her grasp. "It's not a dead fish, Em. Shake it like you mean it."
Emily rolled her eyes and relaxed her hand, molding her hand to fit Lily's. "I don't appreciate being made fun of."
"I'm not making fun. I just think…" Lily cocked her head to the side, sizing up the skinny redhead. "You seem like a pretty cool chick and maybe we're being a little premature about calling it quits."
Emily gave a derisive laugh. "You think so?"
"Well, there's obviously a reason why Andy set us up."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes…to keep us distracted while she and Miranda frolic about together."
"Maybe she sees something we don't."
"Oh please…the girl probably sees unicorns and rainbows on a daily basis. She's dating Miranda Priestly for Christ's sake."
"Exactly my point! She sees something special in the most difficult woman in the world, so who's to say that she doesn't see something here?"
Emily considered her words momentarily before giving an exasperated sigh. "Why are you pushing this?"
"Maybe you're that good of a kisser."
Emily unexpectedly laughed. "I am that good of a kisser."
Lily grinned. "Let's dance."
"There's no music." Emily raised an eyebrow.
"So?" She stepped closer, placing her hand on Emily's waist. "We'll pretend."
"I don't think so."
Lily raised a pointed "told ya so" eyebrow.
Emily sighed. "You have a radio," she said, gesturing to the stereo on the large entertainment center. "I will dance to music." She crossed her arms challengingly.
Lily chuckled, moving across the room. "Fine then -- but whatever comes on, you have to dance to. No matter what it is."
The redhead stuck her tongue in her cheek and shrugged. "Fine."
"I like a girl who proves me wrong," Lily said, flipping on the stereo. She adjusted the tuner, bypassing stations full of static.
"Oh please. You don't like me. You're just trying to prove that you're right."
"I don't know if I like you or not, but that's always subject to change." Lily finally found a station that came in clearly. She laughed when Young MC's "Bust a Move" began to blare. She began to roll her shoulders.
"You can't be serious."
"Completely." Lily began to dance, clapping her hands as she swayed from side to side.
"This isn't even a slow song."
"We didn't agree to a slow dance." She shimmied over to the rigid woman and rolled her head. "C'mon, Em. Prove me wrong. I dare you." Emily glared and awkwardly began to move. It was glaringly obvious that she was uncomfortable. Lily laughed and reached for Emily's glass of wine. "Here. Drink up. Loosen up. Relax."
Lily was impressed to see Emily drain the glass and then slowly ease more into the quick, funky beat of the song.
"Get it girl!" Lily said with a grin, wiggling her hips in time to the music. She took Emily's hands and twirled her. They danced together, laughing at each other's silly moves and facial expressions until the song ended and a commercial for unwanted hair removal took its place.
Lily held onto Emily's hands. "See? Letting go can be fun."
Emily smiled and pulled her hands away, stepping back. "Perhaps you're right."
Lily smiled and stepped closer. As she leaned in to kiss her, Emily placed her fingertips against Lily's mouth. "If we're going to see each other again, I won't put out on a first date."
Laughing, Lily asked, "But you would if you knew you weren't going to see me again?"
Emily shrugged and gathered her purse from the couch. "Does it surprise you to know that I partake in the occasional one night stand?"
"Yes, actually."
Emily grinned. "Good." She closed the distance between them and kissed Lily on the cheek. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For seeing something I didn't."
Lily grinned, enjoying the color on Emily's cheeks and the brightness in her eyes. She imitated a phone with her fingers and held it to her ear. Emily nodded, smiled, and left.
Lily turned off the radio, drank the rest of her wine, and decided that maybe Andy Warhol and Jacques-Louis David could intermingle in the same exhibit after all.
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