Title: Not winning equals losing
Fandom: X-over The Devils Wears Prada/ Damages
Pairing: Miranda/Patty
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A new approach outside of the courtroom
Prompt: In this game there is no winner
Disclaimer: I don't own the devil wears prada, damages or anything related to them.
A/N: This is a short thing written for the porn battle: http://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/233878.html and this is not beta'd.



‘Is this a new approach or are you afraid you’re going to lose? Are you so desperate that you are trying to fuck your way out of this?’ Miranda whispers in Patty’s ear. Patty hisses and adds a third finger, getting a small moan in return as she feels the editor stretch around her fingers. Sadly, Miranda is not easily distracted. ‘It would make marvelous headlines. “Fashion Ice Queen gets laid by ruthless lawyer, but still wins in the courtroom.’

‘I don’t think you’re in a position to make threats,’ Patty replies and crushes her lips once again against Miranda’s, narrowly avoiding a collision of noses, sucking on her bottom lip. Looking into Miranda’s darkened irises, she grins and presses her thumb down on Miranda’s clit. She is going to bring this woman down, whatever it takes. The silver haired woman’s head rolls back and hits the wall with a soft thumb. ‘I always win. Even in these games,’ she says and sucks on the exposed pale throat.

Suddenly in one movement Miranda unzips the lawyer's skirt and drives her fingers in Patty’s wet centre after getting rid of the concealing lace. Patty gasps and has to place both of her hands against the wall to support her. The fingers of her hand are glistening with Miranda’s juices. With just a few simple yet devilish movements of her thumb, the editor has managed to bring Patty to the edge of an orgasm. All thoughts of breaking the Dragon Lady flee from her mind.

‘Haven’t you learned by now?’ Miranda asks, her voice thick with lust. Patty’s legs start to tremble and she knows she won’t be able to last much longer, but she can’t lose, not to her. Not to win in this case, would be like losing. She bites her bottom lip hard, hoping that the sharp pain can distract her from Miranda’s fingers. Miranda’s face is so close to her own, she can see the small imperfections on her face, the bits of grey and green that mingle with the blue of her eyes. One last time Miranda thrusts her fingers inside her and then she comes, her muscles clenching around the slim fingers. ‘In this game there is no winner.’

Miranda pulls her fingers out and wipes them on the lawyer’s skirt. She straightens her clothes and pushes the silver lock away from her brow.

‘See you in court,’ she says coldly and leaves. Patty just looks at the closed door. Just for once she has to agree with Miranda. This is something that neither of them can win. They’re too alike. That does not mean she won’t beat Miranda in court, because she will, even if it will cost her everything. But in the short moment she needs to recompose herself, she feels like a loser, a very sore one.