what’s the best piece of advice you ever received? it wasn’t personally given to me obviously and it isn’t advice as much as it is a lesson, but “Nice is different from good” is a something I’ve found useful when people I’ve trusted have let me down. Sondheim knows.
when’s the last time you followed your instincts? just over a week ago, but I’m not sure it paid off at all.
what’s your favorite food? bacon
what’s your secret dream? none of my dreams are secret
I HAVE A NEW PROMPT JESUS. Yano the scene in desperate housewives when Edie spills syrup on her bra and Katherine is like "don't worry I'll get it". I think Andy would be Edie trying to seduce Miranda! Please tell me you can get this done! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
It’s actually Robin, not Edie. But np. lol. AND I have it written :D (It’s also on FFnet) Hope you enjoy!
Andy snickered to herself as she stepped from the stairs andheaded towards the kitchen.
It was her first night actually getting to stay over, ratherthan slinking off sometime after midnight, and with the girls gone, she wasabsolutely going to use the morning to her advantage.
The smell of food was in the air, and she smiled as she walkedinto the kitchen to see Miranda at the stove, dressed in some Donna Karenloungewear. “Hmm. Good morning.”
“Good morning. Are you hungry?” Miranda asked.
“I am now. What’s that amazing smell?” Andy smiled as sheleaned against a counter just as Miranda was looking up from the stovetop. Theolder woman’s eyes darkened, and widened. Ohyes, Miranda. This is not what I went to bed in last night is it?
Andy nibbled at her bottom lip when Miranda’s eyes trailedover her body, before the woman cleared her throat and answered, “Ah, cinnamon Frenchtoast.”
“Oh, I- I probably shouldn’t.” Andy fiddled with the silktie of her open robe. “You’re such an amazing cook, I’m already having troublefitting into my clothes.” She licked at her lip and settled down at thebreakfast nook table, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice that was there.
She could feel Miranda gazing at her, and resisted the urgeto look back. God, she was already getting wet just teasing Miranda. Miranda’sslightly shaky voice interrupted her thoughts, “I have syrup.”
Andy turned her head to see Miranda pull a dish from a panand moaned, “Seriously?” She gave Miranda a wicked smile. “You heated thesyrup? You are unbelievable.” Andy caught her bottom lip between her teeth whenMiranda drizzled some syrup across Andy’s place.
She stretched her arms up and pushed her push-up, La Perlabra-clad breasts forward, and fought the urge to smile triumphantly whenMiranda’s voice hitched, and paused, as she said, “You should eat it while it’sstill… hot.”
Miranda quickly set the syrup down and moved away, but Andycould feel piercing blue eyes settle back to her only seconds later. Picking upthe fork before her, she dug in, moaning loudly at the first bite of heaven. “Oh,so good.” She felt those striking eyes flit away.
Taking a second bite, she swiped it through the syrup andbrought it slowly to her mouth, making sure that a rather large dollop of syrupdripped off of the fork. “Oh.” She put the fork down and sighed. “Look.” Glancingup she caught Miranda’s gaze before looking back down, “I dripped syrup allover me.” Standing, she scoffed to herself, “I don’t know what it is with me, Ijust can’t seem to help but get dirty.”
Sliding her skimpy, silk robe off her shoulders, she drapedit over the chair beside her as Miranda cleared her throat and pointed towardsher, “You- got some on your bra… too….”
“Oh.” Andy gathered the syrup onto her finger and brought itto her mouth, sucking and licking the syrup off before going back to the spotagain. A very quiet noise escaped Miranda’s lips, and Andy wiped at the spot afew times before she looked up when she saw Miranda’s fancy painted toes in herline of vision.
Miranda graced her fingers along Andy’s sides, up her back,to the strap of the bra, and murmured softly, “I’ll get it.”
Andy gasped as she jerked awake to the blaring of her alarmclock. “Damn it!” She cursed and threw her pillow across the room.
They’d been dating for two months, but still hadn’t beenable to have sex, and it was driving Andy absolutely mad. Miranda would tease,and taunt, and they’d make out, but the something would come up and they werecut short.
Grumbling and whining, Andy flopped back onto her bed tokick and pound against the bed in frustration. “Not even in my dreams have wehad sex yet!” She wailed.
Taking a few minutes to release her anger, she then sat upand grabbed for her phone, dialing Miranda’s number with the speed dial.
It rang twice before Miranda picked up, “Good morning,Andrea. I am just about to wake the girls, so I will have to call you back.”
“No, don’t worry, I’ll be very quick.”
“Oh, all right. Be quick about it, they can’t be late forschool.”
“You. Me. Tonight. I don’t care if it’s in the back of thecar, or in some dirty alley way, but I am going to fuck you till you scream.Clear your schedule and I’ll be at the townhouse when you get home.” She hungup and tossed her phone onto the bed before burrowing her face into herblankets and screaming.
She was going to be a hot, horny mess all through work, butit would all be worth it tonight.
A message beeped on her phone, and she peaked out from herblankets to read it.
My, my, someone’srestless. I suppose I should follow your instructions.
Another message came in, and Andy opened it quickly, to seea picture of Miranda in front of her closet mirror, dressed only in a thin,red, lacey set of undergarments. I’llsee you tonight.
Andy groaned again.
So worth it. She was going to make it so worth it.
