Part 20
Andy used Miranda's bathroom, showering in the large luxurious walk-in shower, which she had a hard time not wanting to drag the older woman in there with her. She dried off and that's when she noticed a bag in there for her as well. She grinned at seeing that Miranda made sure it was all her favorite Chanel.
She dried her hair and finally slid on her Givenchy skinny jeans, which she knew were well over a grand. She also knew that she had made Emily go out and buy them since Runway's closet rarely had jeans in a size four. Then she smiled as she threw on the matching La Perla bra that matched her panties. An eyebrow rose when she wondered where her others had gone. Slipping on her CK black tee she then noticed another bag. She peeked in and there sat her clutch, phone and the underwear and bra she discarded last night.
She grinned at the idea of how Miranda had everything down, getting her clothes, and picking up her things and having it ready for her. Then all of a sudden her grin fell to an anxious frown as she wondered how often Miranda had done this in the past. How many lovers she had in this very room, in that very bed? Trying not to feel sick inside, and she reminded herself of the fact Miranda did tell her that she loved her last night, but then again, how many times had she told others before her the very same thing?
Blowing out an ill sided breath, she snatched out her phone and looked through her missed calls and texts. Right away she narrowed in on one from Nigel saying that he hoped all was good. She rolled her eyes and scrolled down to one from Jacqueline saying she was hurt by what had happened last night when she had been nothing but good to her and that she didn't deserve that.
Andy exhaled knowing deep down that she was right…Jacqueline had been really good to her, and she did kind of treat her badly last night. The only thing she held on to was that at least she wasn't her date last night.
Ignoring the other messages, she went to see who called her last night, and noticed a missed call from her dear friend Doug this morning. "Oh shit," she said faintly to the empty room, as she realized she had forgotten she had a lunch date with her friend who she hadn't had time to see since she came back to New York. She quickly dialed his number.
"She lives," she heard him say teasingly as soon as he picked up.
"Sorry Doug," Andy breathed.
"Oh no; are you going to stand me up?"
Andy glanced over at Miranda's alarm clock and if she was lucky she could still meet him for lunch. "Well the thing is…" Yeah, the thing was she really didn't want to leave Miranda, but then she rolled her eyes knowing that she would probably be working all afternoon anyway.
"I'll be there as soon as I can get a cab."
"You in a cab?" Doug teased. "The paparazzi will have a field day with you showing up here in a cab."
"They don't have my schedule, how will they know." Andy fired.
"Ok," Doug relented. "See you in an hour then?"
"Give or take," Andy relayed.
"You better be here," Doug groaned.
"I'll be there," she told him. "Bye Doug." She then ended the call.
She checked her hair and makeup, and then remembered her dress. It had to be here somewhere. She went back inside Miranda's closet and this time she did notice it was hanging up like it was on display in the corner of the rack of clothes in the back. She shook her head, wondering how in the hell she had missed it before. She went to retrieve it when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Miranda's oversized sofa chair, and there was her Gap hoodie hanging over it. She couldn't help it, she had to go to it, and once there she gazed down and ran a finger across the material, and then pulled it up to her nose and smelled it. Right away she noticed it still faintly smelled like her perfume, but now it also smelled like Miranda, and she loved the combination of both of their scents on the fabric. An eyebrow arched as she gazed down at the chair and pondered for a moment why it was here and not hung up, or hell even in the trash for that matter.
She wore it, and she wore it more than just that night. She softly laughed and laid it back where she found it, and then finally grabbed her dress from the corner and left Miranda's room.
Once again she found her way back to Miranda's study. She heard her on the phone still barking orders, and it brought her back to another time and place. She sighed deeply as she watched her walk back and forth while chewing out whoever it was she was on the phone with.
Andy was only there for a moment before Miranda noticed her. She heaved and then ended the call with a harsh flip to her cell phone.
"I see you found it." She eyed the dress heaped over Andy's arm for a second, then looked back down in front of her and scribbled on a few things on her desk.
"I did; thanks for hanging it up, and…" She sauntered closer to the other woman. "Thanks for the clothes; you didn't have to."
Miranda's scoffed, "It's not like I could have you leave here in the same dress you wore last night, now could I?" She avoided eye contact with the younger woman who looked so beautiful and so distracting. It annoyed and upset Miranda to no end that she had to work today of all days, because it seemed that everyone in her employ were idiots.
Taken aback by the harshness in Miranda's voice, Andy blinked and her lips twisted on their own accord. "I guess not, but thanks anyways."
She noticed Miranda pull in a deep breath, and then waved it off. "So, I suppose I should get you something to eat," she huffed. She was still not really looking at Andy as she kept her eyes focused on the book on her desk.
Andy closed her eyes momentarily. She knew that look, and knew exactly what this was really about. "I…" she began, then softly sat the dress down on a nearby chair and walked closer to the other woman. Standing just a few feet away, she wanted to pull Miranda into her arms, but held back and dipped her head. "Miranda," she went with, trying to get her attention, and when she finally dropped her pen and looked up at her, she smiled. "I know that you're busy, so I will not ask anything from you. I have a prior commitment anyways. So I will let you go, and I'll talk to you later?" God she hoped this wasn't it, she hoped she'd talk to her later.
Miranda looked at her like she was sprouting horns. "You're leaving?"
"I…uh yeah," Andy said slowly, not prepared for that.
Miranda's nostrils flared. "Then go." She rubbed harshly at her brow and turned back to the book, ignoring Andrea.
"Oh my hell, really?" Andy said in frustration, her feelings suddenly felt like they were twisting out in the wind.
"Very inept, especially coming from a former writer," Miranda bit. "If you don't mind, I have work to do."
Andrea's hands came over her face, and she had to smile in them knowing how dumb this conversation was turning. Something must have happened since she came down here the first time until now. She heaved a long breath to calm her nerves and dropped her hands from her face, and then swiftly, before Miranda could back away from her, she slid her hands around her waist and pulled her flush with her body. "You," she narrowed in. "Need to stop this." she said with her own authority, her eyes gleaming with dark seriousness.
Miranda's face was uninterested and her words were full of mock inconvenience "Stop what, Andrea?" She was getting more agitated by the second and the sad thing was she knew she was taking it out on this woman.
"You know what." Andy kept her voice even and pulled Miranda's body more against her own.
"Well, you said you wouldn't go…and now…well you are leaving." She kept her voice level, trying to hide the hurt she was feeling.
Andy rolled her eyes and giggled. "I am only leaving you today so you can work, that's all." She laughed again at hearing how she worded it.
Miranda immediately started to pull out of her embrace and Andy held on tighter, not letting her go. "I don't appreciate being laughed at or mocked." Miranda's eyes flashed with animosity.
"I am not laughing at you." Andy rubbed her other hand over her face, but a smile still tugged at her lips. "This is just stupid, and I have to laugh at it."
"Now I am stupid? As far as I'm aware I did not say anything remotely funny or dumb. However if you persist to be amused by things I say, you may remove yourself from my company now," Miranda hurled, her voice cold and spiteful.
Andy sobered immediately. "Oh my god, is this what you want? You want me to leave and never come back? Because I will. And like I said…. I will not come back. But I don't think you want that. I know I don't, and….." She husked, her voice now turning softer and unsure. "Especially after last night… unless you didn't mean a word of it."
Miranda pursed her lips and her eyes shined with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Darling." Her eyes closed as she inhaled in her next breath. "It's just I'm…" she faded off and had to look away.
"We really need to work on your communication skills." Andy blew out her own rush of emotions and cupped Miranda's cheek, pulling her face back to her own. "Are you afraid that what I will leave and never come back?"
"You did it before….and I'll have you know I do oral communication quite well."
"That was when I was your assistant, and besides, Paris was a long time ago. And yes, you do oral really, really well," she purred a little seductively.
She could sense that Miranda's wall was finally falling as her rigid shoulders suddenly slumped, and she noticed her half rolling her eyes at her antics. Andy smiled and just pulled her into her embrace. "This isn't at all what I had planned," Miranda finally muttered.
Andy pulled back and smiled. "Oh? You didn't plan on us arguing?" she teased.
"It does seem like it happens rather often," Miranda said, and Andy detected the humor in her tone. "But no, I wanted to spend the day with you," she actually admitted.
Andy's lips quirked into a bashful grin. "Awww, you did?"
Miranda groaned with uneasiness, and actually looked embarrassed. Andy felt her slightly pull away, but once again she held on. Grabbing her chance, she pressed her lips against Miranda's, and instantly she heard the older woman emit a soft sound of pleasure, and once again it raced its way straight though Andy. She wanted nothing more than to lift her onto her desk and have her way with her all over again.
Knowing Miranda needed to work, Andy reluctantly pulled away, ignoring the hot wetness in her new panties. With much effort, she cupped a soft cheek with her palm, and was pleased to see that Miranda now had a tiny smile gracing her lips. God I love seeing her smile.
"So I will go, only so you can work, or I will stay and demand that you spend the entire day with me," she told her. "But I know you, and I know what it means when you tell me that the book is a mess. So fix it, and I'll call you later, if that is okay?"
Miranda nodded, and then leaned forward and stole another kiss. "I expect nothing less," she said firmly, but Andy saw the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Don't work too hard, and don't forget to eat," Andy said, pulling away from the smaller body. She turned and picked her dress back up, and then retrieved her phone. "I need to call a cab."
"I see that you are still trying to assist me, Darling." Miranda narrowed. "But honestly Andy, you in a cab?"
Amusement colored Andy's face. "Not you too," she groaned.
"Take my car." Miranda acted all annoyed, but she was already calling Roy.
Being away from this woman was already affecting Andy, so as soon as Miranda ended the call, she slipped in and tugged on Miranda's hands, and dropped a kiss to her soft lips. "Walk me out?"
Miranda sighed, but she eventually walked Andrea to the door, lingering against her lips before she finally relented and let the younger woman slip from her grasp and out of her front door, but not out of her life.