Inspired by one of crazybecat' s Miranday headcannons over on Tumblr and written in the gym to keep my mind off the fact the hill programme on my bike was trying to kill me! All mistakes are my own. Writing has been super tough recently so it feels good to finally get something finished, even if it is just short.
Andrea was surprised when she pushed her way into the townhouse and found Miranda shrugging out of her coat in the hall. As far as Andrea knew the older woman had been planning on being home early that day and Andrea had expected to find her wife already relaxed and ready to start their weekend.
"Hey" she said gently, abandoning her bag at the bottom of the stairs so she could take of her own coat and hang it beside Miranda's.
"Hello darling," Miranda said quietly, turning to face the brunette and offering a small smile that did nothing to hide the tension which she was carrying in every inch of her body.
"Tough day?" Andrea pulled her into an embrace right there in the hall and stroked her fingers gently through short hair. "I though you would be comfortable and relaxed in the family room by now."
"Last minute disaster in accessories." Miranda sighed starting to systematically let go of the tension of the day, "and I had t bring some work home."
"Don't worry about that right now." Andrea soothed pressing a kiss to the older woman's forehead and taking her hand. "Let's get changed first."
It was a long standing agreement in the Sachs-Priestly household that they would try to leave work at work as much as they could, it had started a little after they got together, when Miranda had decided that it was time she start actually living her life instead of living for the magazine and it had stuck throughout their marriage. Andrea knew that if Miranda had actually given in and brought work home with her then things at the office must have been frantic and she was going to make sure that, at least for an hour, Miranda allowed herself to relax and forget about her day. Gently she led Miranda up the stairs to their bedroom, closing the door quietly behind them before continuing to the bed where she gave her wife a light shove, forcing her to sit on the edge of the mattress.
"Ah ah." She chastised lightly, taking both of Miranda's hands in her own when the older woman began unbuttoning her blazer. "Let me." Slowly and gently she stripped Miranda of her work day, taking time to drop kisses onto uncovered skin and massage over tense muscles. She took extra time with the older woman's feet, slipping them out of the four inch heels that had imprisoned them all day and massaging the tension out of the arches with strong fingers. By the time she was done Miranda was looking more relaxed but Andrea could still see the tension still lingering in her face.
"Why don't you have a shower and I'll sort all of this out?" She suggested, leaning up from her place at Miranda's feet to press a kiss to her wife's lips.
"Thank you darling." Miranda smiled, stroking her fingers through brunette bangs. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this wonderful creature in her life, even after so many years together, but nights like tonight made her cherish her wife even more.
"Do you want me to grab you something to change into once you're done?"
"Please." Miranda nodded, pushing herself to her feet and heading towards the bathroom, "make sure you get yourself comfortable too."
While Miranda showered, something Andrea was pleased she took her time over, Andrea moved their dirty clothes into the 'to dry clean' section of the closet, picked out a pair of leggings and a soft cashmere sweater for Miranda, leaving them on the side in the bathroom where the older woman would find them, before changing into her own loungewear. By the time Miranda emerged from the bathroom, looking comfortable, her hair still damp, Andrea was curled in the middle of the bed, flicking through a magazine.
"Come here," she held out her hand, beaconing her wife over with a smile
"Darling I have work to do."
"Just indulge me for five minutes then you can get on with your work," Andrea pouted, waving her hand in the air between them, "please?"
"Ok, five minutes." Miranda allowed, curling up beside Andrea who had put aside the magazine to pull the older woman into her arms. "How was your day sweetheart?"
"Nothing too exciting." Andrea said, brushing her fingers through her wife's hair as the older woman twisted a lock of her own between her fingers, "Friday's are usually quiet."
It had been more like half an hour by the time Miranda uncurled from where she had become sinfully comfortable and stretched the kinks out of her spine.
"I'll try and get done as quickly as possible." She said, turning to smile at her wife and tucking some hair behind her ear. "Why don't you stay here and relax?"
"No no. I'll come to the study and read. That's if you don't mind?"
"Of course not, come on."
Against her better judgement Miranda allowed herself to be pulled down onto the sofa in the study instead of working at her desk but she found herself unable to resist her wife's smile as she patted the chair between her thighs. Bracketed by Andrea's legs and leant into her body she worked slowly, content to take her time with Andrea close by. It wasn't the way she had planned to begin their weekend free of work and the girls, not by any means, but simply knowing that Andrea was willing to spend the time with her, even if she had to work, reminded her exactly how lucky she was.