Day 2

Andy woke up in the middle of the night soaking wet. She felt her head and as warm as her hand was, it was hotter. Needing new pyjamas, she went into her bedroom, totally forgetting about Miranda altogether and stripped down to her underwear in front of her closet. She glanced around and caught sight of the woman in her bed. Although she was butt naked, Miranda was sound asleep.

Miranda woke when Andy groaned in pain. The brunette was standing with her back towards Miranda who cleared her throat. "Andrea, are you alright. Do you need help?" She realised she was in clean pants but was naked from the waist up.

"So dizzy and nauseous..." Andy whimpered leaning forward against the closet door with closed eyes.

Miranda got up to help the younger woman but it was hard to focus on Andrea feeling sick and needing her help when she noticed her well-proportioned chest naked in front of her as it rose up and down and with the nipples hardened from the cold air of the apartment. "Uhm...here, let me help you get dressed, Andrea. Your temperature is probably up again." She offered while helping to put Andy's pyjama top on.

"Oh God, sorry you have to see me..." She waved a hand distractedly over herself. "...like this...naked and weak," Andy mumbled.

"None of that, Andrea, I'm glad I decided to spend my isolation with you here. That way I can take care of you and if I should start to come down with this, I know you'll take care of me. And, just so you know, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of." Miranda stated, looking at Andy's chest and licking her lips as she helped her back to the couch.

"I'm glad you're here, M'randa," Andy whispered, once again relieved she was able to lie down.

Miranda checked her temperature and was knew she was right. It was high again. "Here take some more Tylenol. I'll bring you a cold washcloth." She offered the medication gently. Andy took her meds while Miranda got her the washcloth, running it under the cold faucet and wringing it out. "Here you go, darling. Now try to sleep." She cooed, placing the folded washcloth on Andy's head. Settling into the overstuffed armchair, she waited a few minutes until Andy had started to snore softly before heading back to bed. She felt a little guilty she was comfortable in Andy's bed while she was so ill. She fell asleep quickly.

Miranda woke up and checking the time saw it was almost 8 am. She leaned up on her elbows and blinked a couple of times. Andrea! She had to check on her. She got up fast and almost ran into the living room before stalling in front of the couch and looking down at the younger woman who was still sound asleep on the couch. Miranda held her chest with her hand and took a deep breath 'Thank God!' She thought.

She went into the kitchen in desperate need of coffee, praying to every God she could think of that the woman would have some. But she was out of luck. She saw the Keurig machine but not the capsules needed and the little jar where she assumed they were kept was empty. "Shit." She cursed.

"Shit is about right. We'll have to order some capsules with the next grocery delivery. Will you survive that long?" Andy asked teasingly.

Miranda jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around quickly. "That is unacceptable. For me, coffee is not just a beverage, it is a cup of liquid sanity." She said, glaring down at her cell phone and typing furiously. 'At least she seems to be feeling better.' Miranda thought before hitting send on the message.

Andy got up slowly and looked down and noticed the new set of pyjamas she was wearing. She remembered the previous night's incident and blushed profusely. She put her head in her hands and cursed into them softly before running them through her hair.

"Like I said last night, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Now, I've ordered us some breakfast and coffee. It should be here in less than an hour. Plus new capsules for that thing." She hissed snobbishly.

"You will be happy once we can have coffee at any given time. It's certainly better than instant coffee, or no coffee at all and you can't just send Roy or Emily across the entire city to get you coffee when you want it."

"Watch me. I know you can do anything, but so can I." Miranda smirked at her before disappearing back into the bedroom, no doubt to get ready for the day.

'Doing what exactly?' Andy asked herself, shaking her head to get those thoughts out of her head, she got herself a glass of water and sipped it slowly.

She still felt pretty beat up and finishing her drink decided she'd lie back down when Miranda came out looking like the Queen she was. "Wow, you even look gorgeous in jeans and a sweater." Andy couldn't help but blurt out. She was blown away by Miranda's beauty.

Miranda smiled at the younger woman. "Thank you, Andrea, now go lay back down. I have some phone calls to make and would prefer to know you are settled beforehand."

Andy was so exhausted that she didn't even hear the buzzer when Roy brought breakfast and some more groceries. Miranda picked it up in front of the door where Roy left the items up from the front door again and put everything away while enjoying her first sip of coffee. "Mm, God, that is good." She moaned as the hot drink worked its usual magic on her.

Andy heard her from her spot on the couch and her eyes blazed open. She closed her eyes again quickly. She couldn't quite believe just how sexy she found her boss and she had to somehow find the strength to put up with it for two whole weeks. She smiled thinking about how sexy Miranda had just looked and how satisfied and wondered if she looked the same while climaxing.

"Hello Nigel, I'm waiting for the new layout you promised me...yes, I realise I'm under quarantine but I can still work. Now send it to me and make sure you also send me the book electronically...yes, you can send me the samples but make sure they drop it off at front of the door and leave. I'm staying at Andrea's place, I assume you have her address...oh, do calm down, Nigel..."

Andy could only imagine how Nigel was shrieking, especially knowing Miranda was staying at her place for the next two weeks. He knew about her feelings for Miranda other she was certain he would be nearly fainting after hearing that particular news from Miranda. Opening her eyes slightly, she watched as Miranda pulled the phone away, unwilling to listening to his nonsense and in true Miranda style just hung up without saying anything further.

Andy got up and joined her at the little breakfast bar she had in her kitchen. Miranda put a slice of buttered toast and some tea in front of her. "No coffee for you, yet," she said in a harsh tone. Andy frowned. "I know it's what you want, but let's get your stomach used to solid foods first," She offered gently, remembering how she would feel if she was unable to have any coffee.

"Thank you for taking care of me. This is lovely." Andy said while she ate her toast.

"It's purely an act of selfishness. Once you're feeling better you can help me work on the book and Nigel's layouts," Miranda flashed her a grin and winked at her.

Andy raised an eyebrow and finished her toast. "I better go and shower then." She finished her tea.

The rest of Andy's day was spent falling in and out of sleep on the couch and watching TV. Her stomach felt much better after eating toast and she hadn't thrown up again. However, her fever returned right before they went to bed and Miranda grew concerned for the younger woman.

"I want you to get in your bed, Andrea. You will sleep much better there." Miranda spoke quietly. "Here take some Tylenol. Now, would you like me to change the sheets since I slept on them?" She asked softly

"Thank you, Miranda, but no. I like the way you smell," Andy admitted as she crawled into her bed slowly. She suddenly realised she actually said it out loud and hid her face in the pillow. "Oh dear, I said that aloud didn't I?" She asked and pulled the covers as far up as she could over herself.

"It's quite alright, I quite like the way you smell too. I would say it's a unique compliment." Miranda chuckled and made sure she was settled before she left the bedroom.

"Good night, Miranda and thank you again," Andy called out still feeling embarrassed about her previous comment.

Miranda left the room after telling her goodnight and settled on the couch. It had been years since she slept on a worn-out couch and she would regret it come the morning, but she understood for her Andrea she'd do anything, even sleep on a ratty couch.

TBC