Hey Guys new chapter of one of the halloween ones. Typing the new one up of something in the water, hopefullyit will be up soon. I've got a cold so I'm gonna go to bed. Hope this is ok and you enjoy it.

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Scarlett

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The Devils Desire (2/?)

Andy stormed into the office, fingers wrapping round Ebony's wrist, pulling her behind her. Her mind had been working overtime, having the 36 floors to think everything over, before coming to a single conclusion. She wanted answers, and every clue lead back the woman currently being hauled along in her arms. She tossed her colleague around, coming face to face, eyes narrowing in accusation, Ebony's teeth sinking into her lower lip, worrying.

'What's going on?'

'Um...that coffee wasn't for her.'

'Why does that matter?'

Ebony flinched, 'Ebony, why does it matter?' Andy lowered her voice demanding an answer, wanting to know what was going on, her head a mess with emotions. Her boss had been literally clawing at her moments ago, lips still sore after being prised apart by Miranda's, body humming after a woman's touch, the woman's touch.

She didn't do women.

'It wasn't just coffee.'

'What do you mean it wasn't just coffee? What else was it and who was it for?'

'My partner, they work in Elias-Clarke too, it was only a joke. A trick or treat like thing,' Ebony's voice was feeble, trying to get Andy to understand, 'I got it off a witchy woman, an aphrodisiac potion of sorts, I never meant for Miranda to drink it. She said it was ground goldstone mixed in with some sort of silver liqueur. There were like different herbs marinating within it, some I've never even seen before. She said be careful with it, that it was very potent. I didn't even believe it would work,' her gazed flared with hope, 'maybe it hasn't.'

Oh it has, Andy thought, rolling her eyes.

'What does it do, Ebony?'

Andy's ears strained as Ebony whispered the answer, eyes cast downwards, guilty, fearful of Andy's reaction.

'What?'

'It's a lust potion, designed to make the person suffer until their sated. It won't go away unless well…yeah.' she shrugged.

'Unless what?' Andy had an inkling, but she wanted the woman to say it, prolonging her suffering and embarrassment. After just having had her head messed with, she felt vicious and confused, furious at the assistant for being so careless. She should have said something and damn the consequences, because now they had a hell of a problem on their hands, her more than anyone.

'Um….they have to…like' Ebony blushed scarlet, cheeks burning as she mumbled out the answer, 'orgasm.'

Andy's jaw hit the floor. Just how were they going to make Miranda give herself to someone without knowing what was happening with her body? This wasn't happening, it couldn't get any worse.

Famous last words.

'Lets just hope she doesn't cave and give in to the first person she meets otherwise she'll never follow through. Well, at least she'll be very unhappy when she has to, because if it's worked she doesn't really have a choice.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well the woman said I had to ensure I was…um…the first person who had some sort of sexual contact with my partner, because once the liquor was swallowed, whoever they kissed or touch first in some sexual way would be imprinted on their system. No one else would work, it would have to be that person. That's why she said to avoid any complications.' Andy groaned, It just got worse. 'What are the chances of Miranda holding out until she finds someone she's actually attracted to?'

Very little, Andy thought, panic emanating up, bubbling through every cell within her body, stomach churning as she realised the consequence of Ebony's words. Miranda had kissed her, mouths mingling together, she'd imprinted Andy upon her, Andy would have to touch her, kiss her, she whimpered; she'd have to make Miranda cum. She shivered, mind trying to ignore the desire needling its way over her, her body screaming it out in an overly obvious way.

Andy was speechless, swallowing, willing her mouth to work, lips dry mind stuttering over every syllable. 'Ok, go sit at your desk and I'll deal with it.'

Ebony's eyes widened, a mixture of relief spiralling with curiosity and fear, obviously worrying for her continued employment within Runway. But she didn't say anything on the subject, sensing the tension thick in the air, clamouring in around them; so with a little nod, head bowing down, overly interested in the carpet beneath her feet, she mumbled, 'Thank you Andy,' and darted off to cower behind her desk.

Andy stumbled forward as though within a dream, mind frantically scrabbling for any sort of understanding, any way out, not knowing what step to take, having never imagined such a thing could ever happen, let alone to her.

She sat down. Her first course of action had to be to inform Miranda what had happened, she didn't have a choice, as crazy at it seemed, the editor had to know, and had to be made aware of her only cure, however unwelcome. The thought made Andy wish she'd never gotten out of bed that morning, had stayed buried beneath the covers ignoring the world and everyone within it, anything would be a better way to spend Halloween than this, hell she'd welcome another Harry Potter hunt, anything other than the fate she saw before her. The moment she told Miranda what had happened, it would be sudden death for sure, for once the woman would really breathe fire and she and Ebony would be burnt to cinders.

Her teeth sunk into her lip, nibbling away at her unease, fingers skipping over the computer keys as she typed out an e-mail, choosing to hide in the outer office and remain out of view when the words sunk in.

Miranda,

You have accidentally imbibed a - a what? It wasn't like she could put potion, the woman would laugh her to the ends of the earth, it sounded stupid even to her own ears. Andy's mind fruitlessly searched for the answer, reeling over the properties of the drink, attempting to come to some sort of sensible definition. It worked the same way as many illegal substances, so, she continued typing, - accidentally imbibed a drug, it wasn't intended for you, but you are suffering from the consequences. Should she let her know it was a joke in the spirit of the holiday season for someone else? Probably not, it's not information she would welcome, wanting it to be as precise as always, direct, regardless of the content. Andy cringed; Miranda hated conversation even when it was within a work situation and this was taking ridiculous beyond the realms of the universe. Steeling herself, she tried to work round her resistance knowing she needed to type everything Miranda would need to know. The sexual element, instilling desire, working on the lust receptors driving her higher until she had to give in. Her fingers folded, a loud sigh echoing out. She couldn't do it. Sighing, she googled the potion, hunting out the information, sticking a link in the e-mail, a note saying it would tell Miranda all she'd need to know letting the site do her dirty work, unable to write the fact that Miranda's thirst could only be quenched by her hands. The potion would increase in intensity after every hour, making her more wanton and desperate, and her only cure was to give herself over to Andy. The image of Miranda groaning as her hands slipped between her thighs flashed into Andy's mind, making her mouth water, a familiar ache centring between her legs. She wanted this, the taste of Miranda still lingering on her tongue; her brief contact with the editor had induced a craving, caused by nothing other than her own desire forcing her forward.

She wanted Miranda, and Miranda needed her.

She sent the e-mail, palms sweating as she forced herself to focus on her work. Eyes flickering in and out of focus, wisps of erotic images floating over her eyes only to be batted away, an attempt to retain some sort of control, cursing herself for not realising everything earlier, of all the times to lust after your boss, it happens when there is a distinct possibility a sexual encounter might occur, taking every image from a form of fantasy to a solid possibility.

She heard a light whimper echoing out from the inner office, thankful the outer one was empty of anyone but herself, Ebony having darted out moments ago. She steeled herself, standing up, hands clenched at her sides as she ordered her feet forward walking into the devil's den.

Miranda's head snapped up, brow shimmering with sweat, fingers wrapped round her middle, as though trying to ease cramp in her lower abdomen, nails clawing at her shirt, a reflex reaction, never helping but uncontrollable, wanting to physically remove the pain and yet unable. She blinked up at Andy, eyes resting on her, narrowed, an attempt at the norm, powering on, trying to seem as controlled as ever and failing. She had the shakes, every limb shivering, muscles trembling under the strain. Her breaths were short, struggling, oxygen fighting its way.

'Miranda?'

She breathed in through her nose, teeth clenched as her eyes pierced into Andy's skin, formidable even under the influence. Fury flamed in her eyes, the obsidian pupils almost seeming to flash gold, anger, accusation, desire, bleeding together.

'You got my e-mail?'

Miranda rolled her eyes, turning away, fingers slipping over the surface of her desk palms obviously sweaty, not gripping the surface, her body stumbling as she rose up standing, legs threatening to give out beneath her.

'You kissed me.'

'I'm well aware.'

'You…um…know what that means?'

A sound echoed out of her throat, almost sounding like a feral growl preparing for the kill after such unwelcome information.

'I know what the site said it means.'

Andy's head tilted to the side, sensing something else, surely she wasn't going to try to fight it. Her stubbornness was rearing its ugly head, eyes narrowing down in determination as she edged herself out the office.

'You can't be serious, Miranda,'

The older woman braced herself on the edge of her chair, panting with the effort of only moving a meter. 'What…do you…suggest?' Her eyebrows rose in a challenge, daring Andy to suggest any form of sexual cure. Even voicing it would sound silly let along following through on such an act.

'That's what I thought. Now the earlier meeting has arrived here instead. So unless you have anything else to say, I suggest you go and do your job Andrea.'

Andy frowned, incensed, she was trying to help the older woman, knowing the situation was awkward, but the editors behaviour was over complicating everything, her stubbornness getting in the way, making her suffer. There was no way Miranda could work like this, her body melting under Andy's eyes. She had to do something anything to just tide her over; any form of contract would work according to what she'd read. She watched the woman stumble by intending to walk out and on instinct her arm snatched out, wrapping round Miranda's wrist tugging. The woman lurched heavily, already unstable on weak legs, colliding with the wall. Andy didn't give her time to argue, returning the kiss earlier in the elevator, pouring passion into it, demanding entry, the tension in Miranda's muscles easing away under her hands as the older woman moaned into her mouth.

Eventually Andy pulled away, starving for oxygen, lungs aching. Her eyes trailed over Miranda, noticing a subtle difference, pupils retracting, breathing evening out.

'Better?'

Miranda frowned eyes avoiding Andy's, head turning the side as she swallowed, unwilling to answer.

Andy smiled, 'that's what I thought,' and with that she walked away. Miranda would last through her meeting at least, and after that if the woman wanted her, she'd have to beg. Andy wasn't the one suffering. Miranda would have to give in eventually, and Andy would be waiting for her when she did.

tbc