Author: Fanchiction
Title: Plaything
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: M
Summary: It's just a ridiculous toy...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Could you at least pretend to be enjoying this?" Andy whined. Her face quickly brightened as she caught sight of a display of penis-shaped lollipops.
Miranda cut her eyes at her young lover. "The terms of our arrangement included participation-- I didn't say I'd enjoy it." Even though Andy had found the most hole-in-the-wall sex shoppe in shadiest corner of Brooklyn, Miranda still feared recognition. She self-consciously pulled her shades up on the ridge of her nose and glanced around to make sure that her disguise was working.
A hot pink cock on display quickly caught Andy's scattered attention. She gripped it around its base and showed it to her girlfriend. "How about this one?" she squealed in delight.
Miranda gasped in horror. "That... thing... is huge!"
"Oh please, Miranda," Andy giggled. "You can take it. Besides, I think it suits me."
"Well, you do have enormous feet. And you know what they say about big feet..." the editor teased-- and for the first time all day she smiled that radiant smile that Andy adored so much.
The brunette arched an eyebrow and waved her new pink weapon like a sword. "Joke all you want. I'll get my revenge when we get home."
"You're not funny, Andrea," Miranda scolded. "I still don't see why you need one of those... things--" She was silenced by a kiss.
After several moments of unexpected passion, Andy slowly pulled away. "We're not negotiating. I won the bet. Deal with it."
Before Miranda could retaliate, soft, persistent lips were back on her mouth again. Blue-black eyes met brown-black hunger. Andy grabbed at Miranda and pulled her into a secluded corner of the shop. As things began to heat up, Miranda pulled back and reasoned with her girlfriend. "See?" she began. She grabbed Andy's right hand and stuffed it into the waistband of her trousers.
"Miranda, we can't--"
"Do you feel that, Andrea?" The shorter woman demanded.
Andy's mouth went suddenly dry as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Do. You. Feel. That?" Miranda repeated, a bit more forcefully.
"Uh-huh. Yeh-- Yeah..." the brunette stuttered.
"You did that," Miranda whispered. "You. Not some floppy penis."
"God, Miranda," Andy whimpered. "Let's go home. Now!"
Miranda smirked as she removed Andy's hand and placed her slick fingers into her mouth.
The younger woman shuddered, and she was sure that she would've come right then if an intrusive voice hadn't interrupted her reverie.
"Do you ladies need a harness for that?" the blonde store clerk in an all baby pink velour tracksuit asked (completely oblivious to what she'd nearly walked in on).
Andy's left hand twitched as she was reminded of the pink phallus she was still holding on to.
Miranda pulled her hat down , adjusted her Chanel shades, and buried her neck in purple Hermes in attempts to stay incognito. "We won't be needing that ridiculous thing." She waved a dismissive hand at the clerk and pulled her speechless lover out to the town car.
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A week had passed since Miranda had last touched her Andrea. Chaos at Runway meant coldness, loneliness, and unavailability for the magazine editor. She sighed as she turned the page in The Book and shook her head in disapproval. She often wondered how any of the people in her office kept their jobs-- she was always cleaning up their messes. She grabbed a fresh stack of post-its and started to take notes on yet another disaster of a mock-up, all the while straining to concentrate over the tops of her spectacles and gently biting on the tip of her ballpoint pen.
"Hi..." a familiar voice called from the doorway. "Are you busy?"
"Yes," Miranda groaned without so much as glance up from her work.
"You sure about that?" Andy asked.
"Andrea, I don't have ti--" Miranda stopped cold as she finally saw what was in front of her. "I um... I thought that we'd moved on from this."
Andy's confidence visibly wavered within seconds of eye contact. "I know, but you promised-- and I won fair and square. Does it look okay?" she whined. "I think it's finally on right."
Miranda couldn't take her eyes off of the girl-- who was standing before her in nothing more that that same pink strap-on and a pair of Christian Lou's. Gone was the frumpy assistant with a fondness of sweater-vests and boxy blazers.
"Do you like it?" Andy asked, biting her bottom lip with uncertainty.
Miranda opened her mouth to speak but the words were trapped in the depths of her throat. "Mhm," she managed.
Andy's posture straightened--- almost smugly-- as she realized the affect she was having on her girlfriend, and all at once her sudden desire to wear such a thing made complete and utter sense. Before she'd chalked it up to temporary insanity, insecurity-- even penis-envy. Of course, Andy had always considered herself to be somewhat of a pseudo-feminist... a womyn's woman. And even when she'd been with men in the past, she'd never really been all that fond of penises. in fact, the idea of penetrating Miranda with anything other than her own God-given appendages would have grossed her out a month ago. And yet, as she watched Miranda's reaction, she decided that whatever it was, it was alright with her.
She knelt down on the hardwood floor as her careful fingers took The Book out of Miranda's lap and set it aside on a nearby desktop. She watched as Miranda finally stood and undressed herself especially slowly.
Andy could smell how ready her lover was. She pushed her down on the couch and lowered herself on top of her. "You... are so... beautiful," she said between kisses as her fingers idly toyed with a perky pink nipple.
"Please..." Miranda begged. "I'm ready."
"I know." Andy grinned as she swiped her fingers through her lover's slick heat. Her expression turned suddenly serious as she gripped her cock and rubbed it against Miranda. She yelped at the shock of the base hitting her in just the right way. Andy jutted her hips forward as she began to fill Miranda.
"Slow," Miranda hissed. "Like that...Oh fuck!" Andy was propped up above her, concentrating heavily upon the movement of their hips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she attempted to do her very best-- she was always eager to please. Not to mention, entirely capable. And Miranda would have told her so, if she could form a proper sentence at the moment.
Before long, Andy found herself moaning and slamming and the warm, wet, noises coming from in between them spurred her on. "God!" she panted against a porcelain neck. "But I still don't need a penis, you know," she gasped.
"Not... at all!" Miranda breathed.
"I'm...fine without it."
"Mmhm, me too."
"But it's... really fucking good..."
"It's... I'm... Ohhhh fuck!" Miranda wailed.
Andy persisted. "It's gonna be so good, Miranda."
"Andrea!" Miranda moaned as she came.
Andy quickly followed Miranda's lead until their bodies were shuddering and trembling against each other.
Miranda wasn't sure how much time had passed when she regained awareness of her surroundings. She loosened her grip around Andy's back and placed a chaste kiss on the top of her shoulder. Andy came back to life and kissed the tip of Miranda's nose. They stared at each other for a while, still entirely overwhelmed.
"So...?" Andy started.
"I... That was... You were... You're very good at that," Miranda admitted.
"Hah! See, you did like it!" Andy laughed into the space between her girlfriend's breasts. "And you wanted me to drop it! Aren't you glad I didn't?"
Miranda rolled her icy blue eyes.
"Don't worry," Andy began. "I won't rub it in... Although I could. I could remind you how you didn't even want it... how you came so hard--"
"I have work to do," Miranda insisted. She got up and pulled on her robe, which was conveniently hung over the desk chair.
Andy folded her hands behind her head and reclined on the sofa. "I could go on, and on, and on about how you protested for weeks--"
"--And take that ridiculous thing off." Miranda growled, as she sat at her desk and resumed her work on The Book.
Andy sighed and began to work herself out of the harness. Miranda was already heavily immersed in her work when an idea came to Andy. The brunette boldly strutted over to the desk and sat on top of it next to her girlfriend. "You know," she said as she held up the contraption, "you could try it on sometime, too. It'd be hot."
Miranda's eyes lifted with intrigue before she could stop them. She shook her head as soon as she could. "No. Absolutely not."
"Fine," Andy exhaled. She turned to go, but before she did, she turned back around and dropped it on the desk. "I'll be in bed."
Miranda's mouth went dry as she watched her brilliantly nude girlfriend saunter out of the room-- taunting her-- daring her to follow. She took one hard look at The Book before closing it. She smiled to herself and decided that she would give their new toy a test drive of her own.
FIN.