Chapter 2 as promised. The story beings peeps hehehehe. I'm so cruel to Andy...always sticking her in an awkward situation but its sooo fun!! This is set like a year or so after Paris, just so you know :).

siiigh I is sooo dizzy n sleepy!! dunno y...maybe I'm illergic to lectures...i have them tomoro shudders naaaasty! better than work though...so I shall battle on and drown myself in the riveting world of business history and managment economics face plant zzzzzzzz. Why oh why did I do this course...i'll never know...temporary personality transplant when i chose it I tell you lol!! i would say its a mission to drive me insane...but its a bit late for that :P. I went crackers loooong ago!! hehehe.

Right...I shall dart away and continue typing, vid making ect...busy little life i lead!! lol.

enjoy

hugs

Scarlett xxx

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Something In The Water (2/?):- Denial Is not An Option

The sun was shining through her window, the warmth heating her skin as her alarm screamed into her conscious. She groaned rolling over, wishing to burrow beneath the covers not willing to face another day. It was the weekend but as always work never ended. A fashion shoot booked many miles away. She would barely have a moment to herself other than a few hours in the evening; spending the day rushing back and forth fulfilling Miranda's demands. There were a couple of parties to attend; Miranda was required to appear if only for an hour or so, much to the woman's annoyance. But Irv was the boss and while Miranda would deny it to her dying day she had to do what he ordered.

With a muffled moan she rolled out of bed, shivering slightly as the air hit her skin. Her outfit was laid out and ready, her lifestyle ordering her to prepare everything in advance. She had two hours until the car arrived, enough to shower dress and ring round to check everything was in order with the flights, delays didn't fit in with Miranda's schedule and it was up to Andy to insure there weren't any, working miracles as always.

She dragged herself into the bathroom, head a mass of images, her dream lingering in her conscious. The spray hammered onto her skin, steam consuming the room. Her hands slid round the back of her neck, trying to ease the early morning aches, mind gradually clicking awake. Blue eyes swam in her mind, heart slamming to a halt as her dream skidded to the foreground of her mind. Miranda. She'd recognise those eyes from anywhere. She'd invaded her dreams last night but for the life of her couldn't remember how. What had she been doing within them, was it just mirroring everyday life, maybe a nightmare where something had gone horribly wrong, or was it something a little darker. Andy feared the latter, feeling a shiver at the thought, pleasure emanating across her skin, even though her memory refused to provide her with any evidence.

What had she dreamed? Had it really been of Miranda, and if so, what'd happened?

Andy swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, a pounding beginning in her temples, scrabbling for anything to occupy her mind. Images were flashing to the surface, unwelcome ones created by her over active imagination. It was a dream, but what it contained she feared, no longer able to ignore little lingering emotions, her subconscious coming into play, forcing images into her sleep weakened mind, silver hair trailing over her skin, lips soft and supple, caressing, drifting lower. Her hand snapped out, wrenching the tap round, icy cold water cascading out, brain freeze. She cried out, skin stinging from the shock, bumps prickling up as she shuddered from the sudden temperature change.

She stumbled out the shower, gasping for breath, kicking her body back into gear as the air clamoured round her frozen skin. She chucked a towel round her shoulders, scrubbing away the lingering moisture, wishing for warmth. Her mind focused on everything around her, Andy unwilling to let it drift. She didn't have time for the inconvenience, wondering why her mind was playing tricks on her, where the silly notion had come from. She was straight, men made her heart race, not her temperamental boss, a woman in any number of ways.

With a subtle roll of her eyes she cursed her subconscious, blaming it on stress. Miranda would be on her mind most of the time, it was natural for her to seep into her sleep. So with a slight scold for panicking she managed to drop the thoughts clamouring at the edge of her mind and focus on the most pressing demands of her day.

Flinging the towel to the side she hurried forward, casting a glance at the clock the minutes ticking by overly fast as always. Dressing in a hurry she flicked her phone open, hitting the speed dial buttons, rushing round her required calls, checking everything was ok. For once luck was on her side, everything in order. She gave one last round of her tiny flat, ensuring everything was unplugged and all she'd need was in her suitcase before slipping out the door with a satisfied sigh, all lingers of the dream locked behind her.

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The plane rumbled around her, engines flaring into life. The boarding had gone without a hitch, well all but one, for her at least. She'd been the unlucky member of the team to draw the seat beside Miranda, unable to relax with the woman by her side. The arm rest was up; Miranda claiming it gave her more room in which to move, when in all honesty it meant she could consume Andy's space as well as her own. It wasn't like the woman didn't have a huge amount already, but what Miranda wanted she got, and Andy wasn't in a place to complain. Being thrown out of a plane wasn't a welcoming thought, especially when they were 30,000 feet above sea level, and she knew everyone would deny they saw anything, just thankful it was her rather than themselves, the perfect murder, everyone silenced by fear.

So she ordered herself to settle, wishing her mind to clear, release the tension and drift away. Miranda had work which she wished to do, an order not to be distracted on anything other than imminent death. So Andy had a few hours to kill and only one way in which to do it, books, games, movies were all out, too noisy requiring too much movement. Anything but breathing tested the limits so she had very little choice but sleep. She had to ignore the thought she'd snore, or flop onto Miranda's shoulder. After all she'd soon know, death would be imediate if either happened. But she couldn't cope with remaining awake too worried to move. She sighed knowing sleep wouldn't willingly come, so with a subtle shift she dived forward, burrowing around in her bag, ignoring Miranda's eyes knowing they would be on her, disdainful and annoyed but with nothing specific to poke at. Sitting up, she slammed her hand over her mouth, two little sleeping pills flying to the back chased down with a gulp of water.

Several minutes later her eyelids started to droop and with a sigh of relief sleep claimed her.

A smell drifted into her subconscious, unique to only one woman, clouding around her senses. Lips grazed the shell of her ear, whispering words she couldn't hear, skin tingling from the warmth of her breath.

Hands trailed over her stomach, muscles clenching in anticipation, turned on by a single touch. Her breath caught in her throat, fingers grazing beneath the material of her shirt, stroking the curve of her breast hidden beneath, the tip of a single finger tickling, trailing patterns before dipping down passing the line of lace edging her bra delving beneath.

Smooth lips caressed the line of her throat, her head falling back in submission, willing wanting, mouth parted in pleasure. She gasped, the faceless figure twirling her nipple between their finger tips, a throaty giggle echoing against her skin. It made her swallow, throat bobbing against softened lips, open mouthed kisses trailing lower, the tip of a tongue flicking out, dipping between her breasts. She couldn't help the moan that escaped as teeth lightly nipped against her skin, tugging her bra away, mouth replacing the fumbling fingers drawing the taught bud into a warm wet mouth, tongue twirling around it, teasing, pleasure shooting between her thighs, bodying begging for more.

She felt the fingers skip lower, twisting her belt, loosening the top of her trousers, hand sliding in with ease slipping between her legs, rubbing, palm grinding up against her, hips bucking at the welcome pressure. She was so close, mouth drawing her nipple in deeper, twisting, twirling, hands flying up to curl into silver locks. She cried out as the little line of lace between her legs was tugged aside, finger slipping through her folds with ease before thrusting inside. She was soaking, juices flowing freely, craving her touch. Her body was burning up, grinding down, hips rocking rhythmically, moaning, so close, pulses of pleasure pounding through her veins.

The warmth abandoned her breast, tongue trailing a path over her throat, lips coming to rest against her, tips brushing together in a whisper 'come.'

Eyelids flickered, the voice seeming so familiar, trying to focus through the haze, body overrun with desire; she finally managed to open her eyes, to find ice blue orbs staring into her own.

'Come for me Andrea.'

She bolted up, eyes snapping open, a gasp echoing out into the silence. She sensed Miranda jump beside her, the sudden movement obviously unexpected, jarring the older woman's concentration; something that will have vexed her greatly. Andy scrabbled for breath, eyes whirling round flicking to the woman beside her before darting away, trying to ignore the overwhelming ebb of desire plummeting through her system. She had to find a distraction, already drawing unwanted attention to herself, for once wishing Miranda hadn't looked up from her work. The woman never let anything distracted her for more than a few seconds, why was she suddenly so interested.

She needed something to focus on, anything. She started to jig, body full of unexpended energy, bubbling over from her dreams. She didn't know what to do, uncomfortable, on edge, with the woman who'd been fingering her within her dreams sat only inches away, this wasn't happening. She was straight. Her feelings for Miranda were nothing but a working relationship; at least that's what she'd convinced herself. But with it thrown so violently within her face, she was unable to deny her desire any longer.

She squeaked as Miranda's hand crashed down on her thigh, fingers curling into her skin forcing her to freeze.

'Stop fidgeting.'

Andy's eyes flashed down, mouth growing dry, skin already over sensitive, the heat of Miranda's hand almost too much to bear. All her hand had to do was slide a few inches to the left, so close and yet an impossible feat. Like a drug, she'd been set into her system by a simple dream, and now Andy couldn't ignore the craving. Her leg twitched, a reflex reaction, unable to sit still.

She turned her head guiltily, knowing punishment was forth coming; ignoring a direct order wasn't something you got away with. Miranda's eyes bore over her glasses glaring down, the stare making Andy melt. Remembering those eyes gazing into her, fingers buried inside, ordering her to cum. She shivered.

'Andrea are you ill?'

She blushed, mind blank, words failing her any answer not forth coming. She couldn't think. The older woman's eyes burning into her, as though able to read every thought that flittered through her mind, the memory of her hands on her, lips caressing her skin. She twitched desperately preventing the second bout of shivers, unable to take much more.

Giving into instinct, she shot out of her seat, fleeing from the feel of Miranda's hand and her rebelling body. She forced herself to halt her need to run, knowing there was no where in which she could escape. Walking slowly, back straight, muscles clenched, she calmly strode over to the bathroom.

Stepping inside she sighed with relief as she clicked the lock, head coming to rest against the wall, cooling against her skin. She needed to think, fight every feeling bubbling its way under her skin. It was just a dream, nothing more, a subconscious compilation of people and images. It didn't even have to have anything to do with Miranda, just her mind grappling for a figure and falling on her main focus.

The attempt was fruitless, skin flaring every time a single memory blossomed into view. She took a deep breath, head falling back against her shoulders, wishing away the hours. Why did it have to happen now, when she was tied to Miranda's side for the whole of the journey and majority of the trip? It was a cruel joke if ever there was one.

She couldn't hide in here for ever, although the thought was tempting. Remain in here, waiting to wake up from this nightmare. But it wasn't an option. She wracked her brain trying to find a plausible explanation for her erratic behaviour, knowing Miranda could read every expression and sense a lie a mile away.

She groaned in defeat, knowing there was nothing she could do. Miranda would either accept her excuse or not, both knowing it wasn't an honest answer. Normally the former would be the case, Miranda not interested and uncaring, a quick apology and explanation and it was all over. But this time she'd sensed curiosity behind the woman's gaze, wanting to know what had got her so flustered; a single moment managing to force its way through her aura of control. Miranda would want an honest answer, one which Andy would never give.

She smacked her head against the wall in frustration, a single thought coming to mind.

She was doomed.

TBC

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