Andy smiled at Mir. ''Don't even think about it. Andréa.''

It was that saucy look in her eye of come on and get me Miranda as I'm covered in flour and in an apron with a t-shirt hung over taunt shoulder.

Watching her partner frosting and icing cupcakes because Andy had promised the twins it was a tradition every Valentine's in the Priestly Sachs household. Andy had made two dozen for the girls for school. Decorating them with sprinkles and tiny pink and red hearts.

Miranda watched Andy tasted frosting from a bowl, licking with a finger, offered the spatula to Mir.

''Wanna lick?''

Domestically sexy, sensitive, able to bake and loves her no matter if she was late or occasionally reared her Dragon Lady head. A heady combination of one perfect Andy Sachs for Miranda who shook her head sharply at her offering, not in this blouse.

''Mir it's not like I'm going to frost your nipples.''

Wiping her hands on a towel.

Brown brows waggled, sliding her fingertips along Miranda's lap.

Warningly told. ''Andrea.''

''What?'' Andy asked with mock innocence. ''Whatcha, think I'm thinking about?'' Mir?'' Kissing the back of her neck. Andy's warm mouth tickling her ivory skin.

''I know what you're thinking, not tonight.'' Miranda stated.

Andy pleaded. ''I'll make you feel so much better.'' Feeling how stiff Miranda's shoulders were.

Mir had been working too hard this month.

''Andy.''

Miranda indicated her late work, The Book had yet to be reviewed, and she was still in her work clothes. ''Darling, I have dealt with not one but two teenagers who've told me they hate me for curbing phone privileges, a 4 four year old who believes in fairies and thinks I am Princess Elsa and a magazine with staff that are incompetent baboons.'' Andy circled her waist, pulled closer to her. Moaning as Andy kissed her nape, raking through her snowy hair with combing fingers.

''I don't think us indulging in carnal coition in the kitchen could improve my disastrous day but if you must try don't expect my participation much.'' Miranda sniffed, seated stiffly with a crick in her neck.

''Mir. Shhh baby let's be carnal together.''

Andy unknotted and slipped off her apron, pulling over her head a ribbed tank top. Stroking Miranda through her blouse.

''Do you like this blouse Mir?''

Miranda shrugged. ''Not really overly attached.'' It was raw silk, made for her. Fit her exquisitely.

Squeaked. ''Andrea!'' As it was ripped off, popping buttons. Andy stroked her lacy bra. ''You need this Mir.'' Teasing her with a few kisses. ''The problem is Ms Priestly, you never indulge in release and pleasure when the mood takes you. Say with a cupcake frosterer.''

Fondling Miranda's tense back with a caresses, trailing her palm to thumbing Mir's nipples, pinched one.

'' I, as Elias Clarke owner and you as my Chairman must do what I suggest, which is to let me devote my lips, my body to helping you free such pent up tension my silver haired goddess with my amazing lover skills.''

Nipping her earlobe, Andy smiled into Miranda's soft skin.

''Aren't you charitable.'' Mir drolled. Screw the torn $6000 dollar silk blouse. Andy's mouth was priceless.

''Amazing hmmm.''

''Yup Sachs here, the kitchen sex help.'' Batting her long lashes at Mir, pushing down her faded jogging shorts that substituted as pj bottoms.

Miranda recalled a certain kiss in an apron once between them that begun this four years ago. That kiss that night undid her.

''Enough talking. We have to be carnal.'' Andy growled sexily.

''Oh, we do? Should we call an EGM or mete this out hands on and by mouth.'' Mir teased.

''Yeah it's my pre valentine duty Ms Chairman.''

Kissing along her neck, sucking at Mir's ivory throat with love bites, little soft nips raking, trailing her breastbone. Andy pulled down over her shoulders, Mir's La Perla bra, nuzzling one as she unclasped it. Smelling flour and vanilla on Andy's skin, Mir stroked her lover and gave an appreciative moan as Andy's tongue wetted and pressed to her rosy pert bud.

Husking out like a plea to Andy. ''Please Andrea.'' Reacting to Andy's mouth and her long fingers running up and down her curves. Still on the kitchen stool, parting her silky thighs to Andy's arching hand splaying up her charcoal grey skirt. Clasping it, in guiding Andy's touch.

The amount of hold ups Mir went through with Andy who was not partial to make, they could be JC Penney or L'eggs for a dollar and Andy would still peel each one down slowly and sensually like Mir was the sexiest woman on the planet.

Feeling lips smoothing intimate kisses up her calves, nudging Mir to spread her legs a bit, yanking around her waist a bunched slit skirt. Miranda gasped as air was blown onto her inner thigh by Andy's bent head.

Andy wrenched down her lacy panties, grasping onto with curled ivory fingers tugging chestnut hair as she rode their rhythm after a few sly strokes of Andy's mouth slowly loving her.

Gripped closer.

Moving as one to each slickened thrust, bucking to an earthshattering orgasm that could wake the whole Upper East Side.

Collapsing down on the kitchen floor with cold tile against her bareback with only Andy in an apron breathless. Panting with mussed silver hair plastered to her face.

''Better?''

Miranda croaked. ''Much.'' A soppy grin in afterglow.

Leant on up on her elbow off Mir. ''Now about those frosted nipples. Ms Priestly.''

Mir's blue eyes sparkled beside her lover on the floor. '' Oh do frost me please? Mike.'' Kissing Andy hard.

Runway Offices Next Day Valentine's

Emily didn't say one word about it, what was on Miranda. A hickie. Miranda Priestly did not get hickeys. The Editor of Runway was not like some making out teenager necking in the back of a car.

But nor did she get frosted nipples either. At least that was the story she was sticking to this Valentine's.