"Dessert"

Andy was late getting home that evening. She lingered for a few minutes with the girls in the TV room before running up to the master bedroom where she found that her night clothes had already been set out on the bed, right next to Miranda's. Hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom, she came in, already smiling at the thought of finding Miranda inside.

"Good evening, my love," Andy opened to door of the shower, letting the hot steam escape the shower and fill the room.

"Hi, you're late tonight." Miranda said raising an eyebrow.

"I know, I had a last minute article to write, I'm sorry," she replied, bringing Miranda close to greet her with a kiss.

"Andrea, be careful, I'm gonna make you wet," Miranda said accepting Andy's kiss with her quiet warning.

"Oh … you already did that earlier," Andy said smiling in Miranda's mouth.

Miranda broke the kiss, "You are incorrigible."

"I'm learning from the best," Andy´s eyes traced Miranda's form from top to bottom, desire evident in her gaze. "May I join you?" Her clothes already hitting the floor as she pulled them from her body.

"We will be late, so no, you may not; I will be out in just a minute." She closed the shower door firmly.

"Party pooper," Andy whined teasingly, sticking out her tongue and walking back to the bedroom.

xxxxxxx

Punctual as usual, they arrived at the benefit at 8 pm and headed directly to their table. Nigel and three other guests, previously and cautiously selected by Miranda, were already seated and waiting for them.

"Honey, I think something is wrong." Andy said looking around the room.

"What do you mean?" Miranda asked.

"I know you usually like our table in the middle of the area, not in the back." Andy informed her as she spotted Nigel.

"I changed my mind this time and asked Emily to take care of that this afternoon." Miranda said smiling politely annoyed as the photographers were taking pictures of them.

"Oh, okay."

The night was going perfect well, the dinner was being served when the first lot of pieces were put on auction. Nigel was talking happily with some pretty guy that seemed to be his prey for the night and the other guests were focused on selecting pieces for the next set of items. Andy was having some red wine with her pasta while Miranda stuck to water, enjoying her Kobe steak.

As always, Andy couldn't keep her eyes on her own plate and began to sneak bites of Miranda's meal.

"Why don't you simply order the same thing?" Miranda asked looking at Andy who tasted a piece of her steak.

"Because I like to do this," she kissed Miranda's cheek in a kind gesture and moving to her ear, "And you know that I'd rather be eating something else, something that tastes much better than food, right?"

"Really? Enlighten me please," Miranda asked, teasing Andy's calf with her bare foot.

Andy leaned forward to whisper in Miranda's ear, "Baby, don't start what you know you can't finish." She gave a joyful smile to the woman she adored with all her heart.

"Maybe… are you feeling lucky today, Mrs. Priestly?" Miranda´s hand began to move under the table, slowly lifting Andy's dress.

"Oh, God, Miranda, what are you doing?" Andy whispered.

"Have you selected any other piece you may be interesting in bidding on?" Miranda said back using her most professional tone,

Andy blushed at the feeling of Miranda's hot hand scratching her inner thigh, "Miranda, please. Not now, not here." She whimpered.

"Darling, lower your voice, people are trying to eat and pay attention to the auction."

Miranda slowly brought Andy's legs apart, never breaking eye contact with the folder of the auction items, and Andy was biting her lower lip wondering how far Miranda would be willing to go.

Miranda's hand moved a little more, closing in on her final destination.

Andy grabbed Miranda's hand, "You're going too far, people can see us."

Miranda, stone-faced: "Let it go of my hand darling… now."

Miranda almost cracked a smile when she saw the dilemma in Andy's eyes; Andy was torn between the excitement of feeling her wife's hand on her and the fear of getting caught.

"Miranda," Andy started trying to persuade her, "you can't possibly think I'll let you fuck me right here."

Miranda smiled then and turned her face towards Andy's, like she was telling her a joke, as she reached down into Andy's lace panties at last.

"You know that you want me do you so bad, right here, right now, under everyone's nose, don't you?" she asked evenly raising an eyebrow.

Andy felt Miranda's finger playing with the moisture flowed more every time Miranda touched her, even more when Miranda start to whisper in her ear.

"Miranda, as exciting as that is, I don't think this is the right place to do that. Look at my face," she discretely pointed to her face, "and my cheeks are getting hot and in a few minutes I'll be as flushed as an apple…" Just then she felt Miranda stroke the tip of her clit, "Oh, God, Miranda, stop!"

"You really want me to stop, darling?" Miranda said playfully.

"I do, stop please!" She started to breathe heavily, clenching the napkin resting in her lap, "I don't want to come here, please, I'm begging you."

"How amusing, my love," Miranda said and paused as her finger still tease Andy´s clit, "you say stop yet you spread your legs even wider and the wetness I'm feeling here says au contraire…"

With that Miranda's index finger penetrated Andy's center, slowly enjoying every sensation.

Miranda mischievously started. "Hmmm, now I understand what you were talking about earlier this afternoon, about your clitoris getting hard as a rock."

At this point, Andy had no other choice than give up and let it go. She reached for the table with her elbow and leaned her head on her hand.

Nigel, glancing around the table casually, looked toward Andy.

"Andy? Are you feeling ok?" Nigel asked with concern, "you look…odd"

Andy could only lift her head slowly, trying to find a way to answer him coherently with anything other than a moan of sensual pleasure.

Andy mumbled slowly, "Yes, Nigeeeel…. I'm … fine, … too … much …wine.. I think."

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?" Miranda faked concern as she continued stroking Andy's clit harder and harder back and forth.

"Oh God", Andy whispered, before making an attempt at normal conversation again, "Yes ….., I'm fiiiinnne."

Miranda smiled at her, "I'm pleased to hear that."

Nigel pretended not to understand what was happening and turned to face the handsome chatty guy again, ignoring Miranda as she continued to torture Andy in the most pleasurable of ways.

Andy began to whisper: "Miranda please, I won't last long. Please honey." She searched for Miranda's hand in a frustrated attempted to stop the prolonged torture.

"Am I hearing right? You want me to stop?" Miranda stopped thrusting past Andy's small lips and clit, letting her hand rest again on Andy's inner thigh.

Andy looked with desperation at Miranda, "What do you think you're doing?"

Miranda looked coyly at her. "You asked me to stop, didn't you?"

"Since when do you obey me?" Andy said not really believing Miranda had stopped.

Miranda remained impassive, "Darling, you're confusing me, two minutes ago you said you didn't want to come here but now you want me to make you come?"

"Now that you've practically ruined my underwear and my dress, you think I care? I want to come here and hard…" She leaned toward Miranda, saying the last part in her lover's ear, "…for you."

Miranda tried to hide a smile. "So you want me to continue where we left off?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" Andy said in a husky voice.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please."

Miranda's eyes traveled the room until they came to rest on Andy's once again.

"I don't know if it's a really good idea," Miranda said in calmly tone, "because someone could take a picture and I don't think that would be good for us."

"Fuck, Miranda, I don't care if we're above the fold on page 6, I want you and I want you now." She moved Miranda's wet finger back to rest on her clitoris. Miranda felt the wetness increasing in her own center. 'Teasing Andy was always a two way street,' she thought.

"Baby, make me cum please, I can't take it anymore." Andy pleaded with a wicked grin.

Feeling sorry for her younger wife, Miranda parted Andy's small lips again and started to increase friction there, returning to her initial plan of action.

Andy ground her teeth together as she exclaimed, "Oh, God, Miranda!"

Andy's hips arched from the chair in a desperate effort to have more contact with Miranda's finger.

"I'm coming, God, Miranda." Andy whispered through her climax.

Andy started to shake, unable to control her body anymore. Miranda stopped her movements, letting Andy enjoy the waves of her orgasm. She let her hand rest on Andy's thigh, slowly caressing her comfortingly.

She gently placed a kiss on Andy's arm. "Breathe, honey, breathe." Miranda whispered wickedly.

Miranda discreetly brought her very wet finger to her lips and licked it clean.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Andy had finally calmed down enough to allow a normal conversation again.

Miranda smiled tenderly, "I know," she touched Andy's chin, "and that's why you love me."

Andy kissed Miranda's cheek, "Indeed."

The intimate moment was interrupted by Greg Hill, Andy's boss.

"Sorry to bother you—Oh, hello Miranda, hope you're having a good time." Greg smiled at Miranda.

"Hello Greg, I'm having a wonderful night, you have no idea." She replied and looked over Andy.

"Andy, I need you." Greg focused on Andy now, "the host of the auction is suddenly not feeling well and I need you to present the last items, ok? You have 5 minutes. And nice to see you again, Miranda." He turned to leave.

"I'm screwed", Andy said shaking her head in complete disbelief while Miranda muffled a laugh, "I don't think I'll be able to move for the next couple of hours."

Miranda sipped on her water. "Well, you have precisely five minutes. That will be more than enough time. And now you know what I suffer at work when you start your witty little games." She moved closer to Andy's ear, "Two can play that game my sweet, adored wife," and kissed her earlobe.

"You are wicked, you planned this the whole day, didn't you?" She placed a quick kiss on Miranda's mouth.

The waitress arrived at their table to see how their night was going. "Mrs. Priestly, do you want any more wine?"

Andy murmured into Miranda's ear, "A bucket of ice, please."

"Excuse me?" the waitress asked was totally lost.

"Nothing thanks, I'm good." Andy said smiling.

The waitress turned his attention to Miranda. "And you Mrs. Priestly, anything more? Any dessert?"

Miranda smiled devilishly at Andy. "No, thank you," she said, meaning behind each word, "I've already had my dessert."

FIN.