A/N

I was working on my next chaper for Light Of The Lonely Star, and got somewhat stuck. Bit busy the rest of the week so I come bearing a little gifts so you won't kill me until next chapter is up. ;) This is just a little oneshot, Mirandy, and inspired by a lovely story I read very long time ago, but cannot seem to find again...

Nothing graphic really, but implied... ;) Bear with my, my computer is still crazy sometimes, and I have no Beta. ;)

It was getting late in the evening and Andy was still in the office, staring blankly at her computer screen. Miranda was still in her office, so Andy couldn't quite relax the way she would be able to if she had been completely alone at Runway. She hoped Miranda would give in for the day soon, when the older woman's silky voice came drifting into Andy's space.

"Andrea".

Bolting to her feet, Andy realized that Miranda sounded agitated. Furious, even.

Shit, shit, shit, what have I done this time, Andy thought, as she stood to meet her boss's cold blue eyes. It didn't matter how attracted she was to the fashion queen before her when they were apart – up front, she was so intimidated by Miranda it was silly.

"Yes, Miranda".

"Is this story written by you?"

Oh God. No. no, she hasn't. Not that story.

"It is written by an AndyRandy from New York, who shares her… very graphic fantasies about her very prominent female boss. The boss of a magazine".

Andy blushed furiously and looked down at her shoes.

"Andrea. Is this 'Fashion of Undress' story written by you?"

"Um, I… I don't know what you…"

"Oh please". That flick of her hand, impatient, condescending, sexy… "That was a question, if you didn't notice. A simple yes or no question. Don't lie to me, Andrea. Did you write it?"

"Yes", Andy whispered and looked up, only to find a strange look on Miranda's usually self-possessed face. It looked like something between anger and amusement. Maybe a little… no, Andy decided. Not arousal. Not a chance.

"This is your fantasy?"

"Yes". Andy was close to tears as Miranda pursed her lips, but then the older woman smiled. It was only a brief smile, but it was there.

"I don't know what on Earth has led you to believe I could possibly bend my body into those positions".

Andy said nothing, only blushing even more fiercely and awaiting the inevitable "you're fired", words that didn't come. Miranda huffed and put her glasses back on, glancing at the screen again. "That's all", she said. When Andy didn't leave, she looked up. "Was there anything else?"

"Yes", Andy said, all of a sudden feeling both bold and somewhat smug. "I know nobody is supposed to ask you any questions, but I would like permission to ask you one, right now".

A smile tugged at Miranda's lips as she tilted her head to the side. "Go ahead".

"Why are you reading stories on the JuicyLesbianErotica website?"

For the first time, at least in her office, Miranda laughed out loud.

"You tell me, silly girl. You tell me".

the end...