This chapter is basically smut.
Truly there isn't much more I can say about it, it's smut and I had a blast writing it while mentally and emotionally torturing my beloved beta.
Hope you'll have as much fun reading as I had writing it.
See you soon,
Dani.

With her chest against the wall and Andrea's body pressed to her back the Editor was having a really hard time gathering her thoughts and obviously having the girl's mouth on her neck wasn't making the task any easier. If someone had told her that she would someday find herself with her face pressed against a wall, dress yanked up and her assistant's hand between her legs the Runaway's editor would have laughed- right after blacklisting said someone obviously. However, when the sharp sting of Andrea's teeth on her skin cursed through her body the last thing Miranda could think of was laughing.

It was an overwhelming feeling, the loss of control, the willingly given submission to her younger and eager assistant who had accepted it gladly and efficiently.

Andrea's hand barely touched her over the fabric of her very expensive, already ruined, underwear and Miranda could, barely keep it together- keep herself together.

So when the girl's fingers finally found their way underneath the fabric Miranda thought she would immediately explode into a million pieces, as if her mind was on the verge of being shattered by the sole touch of those fingers.

Andrea pressed her body more fully against her and moved her skillful mouth along Miranda's jaw line leaving small but tempting kisses. Under any other circumstance the mere fact that she was trapped would have given Miranda a panic attack. However in that moment there wasn't any desire of escaping whatever fate Andrea had in store for her, in fact she could barely hide her yearning for such fate- proven, if nothing else, by the soaked state of her panties.

Behind the closed doors of her town house Miranda had no need to maintain her decorum so she didn't and her hand quickly joined Andrea's pressing it harder against the ceaseless throb between her legs, the new added pressure making her hips instantly thrust forward, over and over again.

Miranda was so lost in the feeling of the building tension in her core that when Andrea suddenly retracted her hand the editor whimpered in frustration.

Before she could mourn the loss of contact too much, Andrea grabbed her arm and made her turn on her heels so fast that the Editor almost lost her balance. Miranda never thought Andrea to be the gracious type but the ease with which the girl had turned her around and slammed her body once more against her was proving her wrong.

Andrea nuzzled the Editor's cheek gently "We're doing it my way this time, where I want and how I want, ok?"

The whispered voice sent a shiver down Miranda's body, suddenly making her breasts way too sensitive and forcing her to clench her thighs a little too hard.

"Miranda?" another whisper and Miranda knew she wouldn't object to anything Andrea decided to do to her so she simply nodded and when Andrea took a step back and held out a hand towards her she took it and obediently followed her assistant towards the king size bed.

"Miranda, bend over"

"Andrea..." Miranda had meant it as some kind of warning, a last attempt to maintain her composure but her voice came out as a plea and for once she wasn't embarrassed about it.

"Miranda bend over...please"

How could Miranda resist, how could she not oblige when Andrea's voice was enough to drive her to insanity, when even the recollection of the girl's hand between her thighs was almost all it took to drive her over the edge and yet it was not enough- never enough- and so she obliged.

Immediately she could feel Andrea's fingers on her dresses' zipper pushing it down gently and slowly, so slowly that the editor was sure Andrea was purposely torturing her.

When the zipper was already half way through Andrea's hand stopped and if Miranda's hands weren't on the bed keeping her in place she would have torn the dress herself. Then Andrea's lips where on her bare back and on her shoulders, placing kisses on every piece of skin not covered by fabric. The brunette's hand resumed its previous task but the girl's lips were still there, following the zipper's path down until they stopped on her lower back.

Andrea wrapped her arm around Miranda's waist while standing up forcing the older woman to do the same and with a last kiss on the editor's shoulder the girl's hands helped the straps of Miranda's dress slide down her arms. Once the straps were out of the way Andrea was getting down on her knees, again bringing the dress further down with her, revealing Miranda's glorious bare body and after taking a good look at the editor's back the girl turned her over.

Looking down at Andrea on her knees in front of her like that made Miranda smile for a second before Andrea's arms wrapped themselves around the older woman's waist pulling her closer and placing a kiss on her stomach. It was a reflex, something not planned but as Andrea's lips made contact with her skin Miranda's fingers were buried in dark hair, her nails massaging the girl's scalp.

A few moments later Andrea's tongue was traveling just above Miranda's panties' line while her fingers worked on pulling them down.

When she felt a kiss being placed right on her center Miranda gasped loudly and shot her head back but just as quickly as those lips touched her sensitive flesh they were gone again and this time Miranda didn't hold back.

"Fuck you Andrea just get on with it already!" that was Miranda's office voice. Demanding, strong and yet, at that very moment, fake.

Miranda regretted her outburst the moment Andrea got up to her feet and for a slip second the editor was afraid the younger woman was about to walk out the door and leave her without her so needed release.

Yet Andrea did not leave, instead she pushed Miranda hard enough so that she landed on the bed and on her back and quickly crawled on top of her.

"As you wish"

Three words. Three short words and Andrea's fingers were completely insider her, filling her in a way she couldn't even begin to describe.

Every time Andrea thrust those fingers inside her, Miranda's breath got caught in her throat and her mouth produced sounds she didn't know herself capable of. Then Andrea's mouth was claiming her breasts, demanding full access with an almost ravenous eagerness and when Miranda's mind finally turned its focus onto that mouth, Andrea's fingers were back inside fighting for her full attention. It all seemed too much for a single person to process and yet she wanted more, needed more.

"Andrea..."

A whisper was all it took and, as if reading Miranda's mind, Andrea hastened her fingers, and her mouth became rougher biting down at the editor's breasts, leaving marks that were bound to last weeks but none of them could care less.

Then a loud incessant sound started stealing Miranda's attention away, a paced and annoying sound that seemed to pull Miranda away from her own body, from that bed, from the mouth driving her mad, and from Andrea's hand.

It was eight in the morning when Miranda woke up covered in her own sweat and cursing God, heaven and hell in frustration and throwing her ringing phone against the wall.