Prompt from Anon: "Andrea secretly spikes Miranda's morning coffee."
"Good morning, Miranda," she said, gently setting the coffee on the designated coaster on the editor's desk.
Miranda looked up and gave Andrea the daily head-to-toe once-over. "Reschedule Jerome for next week," she said, quickly snatching her coffee and turning back to her computer.
Andrea nodded and returned to her desk. Since she and Miranda began sleeping together two months ago, their office dynamic had certainly changed. Miranda was so worried someone would find out, she began to over-compensate by being even more harsh and abrasive than usual towards the brunette.
It had been two weeks since they'd last been together, and even that was rushed because she had to pick up her children from their father's. Andrea knew that Miranda was free this weekend, and she was determined to make plans with Miranda.
"Andrea?" Miranda called. "This is not my regular coffee."
Andrea rushed back into the office. "I'm so sorry. They were out of the Pike's Place roast, so I brought you the Sumatra. It's a dark roast, with earthy, oaky undertones. Do you need me to run back there?" she asked.
"No. This is acceptable."
Andrea nodded and made her way back to her desk. She took the small flask out of her purse and locked it back up in her drawer.
Not more than an hour later, Miranda asked for another cup of coffee…and then another. Each time, Andrea added more and more whisky until her flask was empty.
"I—I don't know what's come over me. I can hardly keep my eyes open," Miranda said when Andrea brought in her lunch. Miranda hadn't even noticed that she closed the door behind her. "That wasn't decaffeinated coffee, was it?"
"No, it was regular," Andrea said, walking around to Miranda's side of the desk and leaning against it. She gently picked up Miranda's hand. "I missed you last weekend," she said.
"Mmm, me too," Miranda murmured, squeezing her hand.
"What are you doing this weekend?" Andrea asked, walking over and slowly spinning her chair around so it faced the window.
"Umm, nothing. The girls are away, and Stephen is, too," Miranda said, leaning back in the chair and closing her eyes.
Andrea slowly parted Miranda's legs and knelt on the floor, wrapping her arms around the woman's waist. She pressed a soft kiss to Miranda's collarbone before laying her head on the woman's chest.
Miranda's arms instinctively wrapped around her as she hummed in delight. "Darling, I'm sorry I've been so busy. I think about you every night," she said quietly.
"You do?"
"Uh-huh."
"What do you do when you think of me?" Andrea asked.
Miranda chuckled and slid her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. "Mmmm," she moaned, "I need you Andrea." She inhaled sharply as her fingers travelled further.
Andrea stood and gently pulled Miranda's hand out, licking her fingers clean. "Can you wait until we get to the car?" she asked.
Miranda blinked and slowly turned around, as if just now realizing she was still in her office. In her chair. Her eyes widened and she looked at Andrea.
"Roy is waiting downstairs. I will inform Emily that you are not feeling well, and that you will be taking the weekend off. Is that okay?"
"I'm really not fee—wait, that wasn't Sumatra, was it?" Miranda asked.
Andrea shook her head, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt. "Let's go," she said.
Miranda nodded and stood up slowly. "Andrea, wait," she said. She stepped closer and pulled the young woman in for a kiss. "I'll be ready in five."
Andrea smiled. Totally worth it, she thought.
