Royal Flush (2/2)
Title: Royal Flush
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
Summary: What happens when you’re out of money while playing poker
Author's Note: So, here it is: the final chapter! I really hope it lives up to the expectations, because it's my very first attempt at writing a sex scene.... And I have to admit, it was difficult. That's probably why it's a bit short :$
But anyway, I hope you all enjoy it :)!
Friday was complete torture for Andy.
Not only did she have a massive hang-over, she was constantly being called into Miranda’s office, who clearly enjoyed seeing Andy in her miserable state.
Being humiliated, she could handle (somewhat)… But trying not to come on the spot while Miranda’s eyes hungrily raced over her body, obviously recalling Andy’s state of undress from the night before, was next to unbearable. She hardly got through the day. But she was relieved that she had survived the endless, mocking, taunting looks and comments without whimpering.
Reminding herself to start bringing extra sets of panties when she was going to be in Miranda’s vicinity, she made some final arrangements that had to be done before her boss would (finally) go home.
“Andrea,” came from within the inner office, or as it was more commonly called ‘the Dragon’s Lair’.
Andy barely suppressed a groan, and reluctantly walked up to Miranda’s desk.
The editor had her eyes fixed onto a spread, looking at it through her amazingly sexy glasses. Andy quickly wiped the corner of her mouth, trying to stop any drooling from happening.
Long, slender fingers beckoned her to come around the desk.
“Come here, I would like to show you something,” Miranda said in a very businesslike tone.
Curiosity peeked, Andy gingerly stepped around the desk and came to stand next to the editor.
Who suddenly grabbed her by the elbow to pull her closer.
Andy squeaked.
Miranda tapped one of the pictures with her well manicured nail.
“Look at this picture, there is something oddly familiar to it. It’s something I’ve seen before, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
Andy desperately tried to concentrate, but all she could think about were the fingers that were currently wrapped around her elbow. The tantalizing perfume wafting from the editor’s neck was also doing strange things to Andy’s lower abdomen.
Yep, her underwear was now officially ruined.
“Well?” Miranda impatiently inquired. Andy shook her head to try and get her mind out of the gutter (to no avail).
She scanned the picture a couple of times, trying to remember any spreads in previous issues that might have had a resemblance to this one.
Suddenly, she gasped as her eyes fell on the shoes the girl in the picture was wearing. They were almost exactly the same as… the ones Andy had lost the night before at the game of poker.
She looked up to see Miranda watching her with a smug smile. Bitch.
Andy wouldn’t have pegged her for being the gloating kind… No, that’s ridiculous, of course Miranda would gloat. Gloating came as natural to her as flying did to a bird.
Infuriated, Andy righted herself and said with a clipped tone, “Nope, can’t help you. I don’t see anything familiar.”
That said, she stormed out of the office, but not quickly enough to miss Miranda’s soft chuckle.
The following week was filled with nasty little stabs at Andy’s defeat at poker.
And it wouldn’t end at the office, noooooo… Every night when Andy dropped off the book, Miranda would call her into the study and demonstratively lay out one of Andy’s lost belongings.
On Monday, she was twirling Andy’s bracelet between her fingers and she nonchalantly asked, “Andrea, someone seems to have misplaced their bracelet… Do you have any idea whose it could be?”
She then continued to look at Andy innocently. The young brunette just huffed and replied in the negative.
Andy couldn’t remember ever being as irritated and infuriated by one person. Admittedly, she’d never, ever been as turned on, either…
She had to change her panties at least twice a day, and every single pair was ruined beyond belief. She’d briefly considered simply not wearing any, but that would be going a bit too far.
Miranda seemed to have picked up on Andy’s attraction, which was now blatantly obvious (apparently, Miranda had taken Andy’s poker face along with her clothes…). And she was thoroughly enjoying herself by making Andy as uncomfortable as possible.
It started with the heated and hungry looks, but those were quickly followed by light touches on Andy’s arm or the small of her back. She’d even run her hand through Andy’s locks, claiming that there were hairs sticking up. Poor Andy nearly fainted at that one and bit back a moan when those cool fingers grazed her cheek and neck.
On Thursday night, there was no more poker night (the events of the week before were still too painfully memorable). So Andy was looking forward to going home, take a nice bath, have a satisfying session with her vibrator - it was certainly working overtime that week - and go to bed. But first, she’d have to face Miranda again.
With a sigh, she pushed open the door of the townhouse and waited for the inevitable “Andrea” to come her way.
She stomped towards the study, determined to give Miranda a piece of her mind about being jerked around like that. But the sight that greeted her when she opened the door to the study made her throat go so dry, she doubted she could ever speak again.
Miranda was seated in an armchair, and in her hands was Andy’s La Perla bra. She was lovingly tracing the patterns of the lace and kept fingering the garment when she looked up to meet Andy’s stunned gaze.
“It has been far too long since the last time we did a spread on lingerie. Contact La Perla in the morning. That’s all,” she said, and she went back to inspecting the bra as if it held the answer to all her questions.
“Y-Yes, Miranda” Andy croaked, and at the sound of it, she saw the corner of Miranda’s beautiful mouth quirk upwards.
Annoyed that she had been thrown off track, just when she was on her way to speak her mind, she quickly turned and hurried out of the house.
Damn that woman…
The next day, Andy was determined not to let Miranda get to her with her twisted mind game. Enough fooling around - well, not that she’d mind, but whatever…
She wasn’t off to a very good start. The moment Miranda walked in and threw off her coat, she revealed the most sexy outfit she’d ever worn. And it wasn’t just Andy’s imagination! Emily’s eyes bugged out so far, Andy feared they were going to pop. Miranda’s blouse was extremely low-cut, and her skirt had a split going even higher than mid-thigh!
Get your act together, Sachs, don’t let her get to you…
So, strengthening her resolve, she simply stood up and gave her boss a bright, if somewhat tremulous, smile.
“Good morning, Miranda”, she said in her chirpiest voice.
The only response she got to that, was a head tilt and a thoughtful look. “Yes...”
The rest of the day consisted of even more taunting and mocking and deliberate touches, which had Andy torn between exploding in rage… and exploding in orgasm.
At the end of the day, she was so sick of Miranda toying with her, that she determinedly stepped into the inner office to finally speak her mind. Emily had just gone off to eat a cube of cheese, so there were no witnesses.
“Miranda,” Andy started, causing Miranda to look up sharply, “there’s something I need for you to hear, so please let me say it.”
Miranda furrowed her brow, but didn’t interrupt.
“I’m getting sick of you mocking me and jerking me around. Yes, you won at poker. Yes, I made a complete fool of myself by betting my clothes. There’s no need to rub it in every single day. That said, I would really like to get the chance to earn my stuff back… If you’re willing to give me that chance, that is…”
During Andy’s rant, Miranda’s facial expression had gone from bored to thoughtful, and in the end, to pleased. Andy waited a couple seconds for a response, and when none was given, she took it as a dismissal.
“Andrea,” Andy’s head whipped around so fast, it almost came off, “when you bring the Book tonight… bring a deck of cards.”
Andy swallowed hard. Way to go, Sachs…
***
When Andy arrived at the townhouse, her hand trembled violently while trying to stick her key into the lock. When she finally managed to get the door open, she nervously walked into the hall.
And again, she was called into the all too familiar study.
Trying to control her trembling legs, she walked into the room. The minute she came in, Miranda’s eyes began to creep up her body at an agonizingly slow pace. It was as if she was taking in her body inch by inch.
About a minute into the full body scan, Andy was feeling very uncomfortable.
“Uhm, Miranda? What are you doing?”
Her white haired boss looked up at her with that same evil smirk that had made its appearance that fateful Thursday night.
“I’m assessing the amount you will be able to place as a bet tonight.”
Andy gulped.
“Your clothes from last Thursday are already on the table,” she gestured at the stack of neatly folded clothes. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to have a head start.”
A head start? Then it dawned on Andy: they were both going to bet with their clothes. She whimpered.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
***
Okay, so, all her clothes were on the table… Including the ones she had been wearing when she came in.
Andy tried to hold her cards while covering her chest with her arm. Her hand holding the cards was trembling like crazy. And it wasn’t just because of the nerves…
Miranda was sitting across from her, clad in only her underwear, seated in a similar position as Andy’s: arm folded across her chest, her other hand holding her cards.
Andy never could have imagined how perfect Miranda’s body looked. Her mouth started watering every time she looked up, so she kept her eyes fixed on her cards.
Miranda’s soft voice broke the silence that had settled between them.
“I call”, she purred.
She put down her cards triumphantly. Four of a kind… An exceptionally good poker hand.
But Andy stopped trembling and calmly put down her own cards, grinning like a madwoman.
“Royal… Flush”
Miranda paled for a second, her mouth agape while she recovered from the shock. And then, just when Andy thought she would send her a scorching glare, she started to… laugh?
Not just a small chuckle, but a full, hearty laugh!
For a second, Andy didn’t know what to do, but then she started to giggle along with her boss.
Miranda sighed and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Then she stood and stretched… and Andy nearly choked in her own spit.
“Well, now we’ve done all this effort to get undressed, I suggest we do something to amuse ourselves”, Miranda said, while she sauntered towards Andy’s chair.
Andy, instead of being ecstatic, frowned and answered, “Miranda, I really don’t appreciate you mocking my attraction towards you. I know, it’s probably incredibly amusing to you, but I-”
She was suddenly cut off by a slender finger that was placed over her lips.
“I’m certainly not mocking you, Andrea”, that smooth, sensual voice whispered into her ear. Andy melted on the spot.
“So, y-you really want this?”, she stammered, while Miranda traced her shoulder with a playing card, following a path along her collarbone towards her cleavage.
Miranda pealed away Andy’s arm, that was still covering her chest.
“Oh, yes… I do.”
Andy let out a soft moan as Miranda started covering the path of the playing card with soft, scorching hot kisses. She gasped as the older woman’s lips closed around her nipple (which had been as hard as a rock ever since their game had started).
Miranda looked up into her eyes and suddenly, their mouths found each other. While their tongues were battling for control, Miranda had guided Andy towards the sofa. As soon as the back of Andy’s legs hit the edge of the sofa, her knees buckled and they both went falling onto the soft cushions.
In time with the stroking of her tongue, Miranda had started caressing Andy’s body and inched towards the elastic of Andy’s thoroughly soaked panties. The young brunette moaned into the editor’s mouth as she began to tease along the edge of her panties.
Andy ripped away her mouth to get some air.
“Please…” she begged, “please, Miranda… I’m so close…”
After hearing this, Miranda growled and pulled down the panties in one swift move. She immediately plunged two fingers into Andy’s hot, wet centre.
“So ready, just for me…”, Miranda mumbled while continuing to place kisses along Andy’s jaw and throat. She pumped her fingers harder and faster, making Andy’s hips buck wildly.
“Oh, yes, Miranda, just for you… I’m all yours… Please, oh please…”
Miranda mashed her clit with her thumb and Andy howled as all the tension that had been building up during that excruciating week finally left her body. Lights went off behind her closed eyelids, and she trembled so violently, that she nearly slid off the couch.
It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Andy needed a couple of minutes to recover, but then, she surprised Miranda as she feverishly attacked the editor’s mouth. She trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat, and spent some extra attention to those smooth, perfect breasts. She kissed around them and traced the areola’s with the tip of her tongue. The small, pink buds hardened instantly. She then closed her lips around them and started to suck.
Meanwhile, Miranda was crying out and rolling her hips in time with Andy’s tongue. Andy slowly made her way down a taut stomach and rubbed her nose in the short curls at the apex of Miranda’s thighs.
She pushed at Miranda’s knees, who willingly spread herself to Andy’s gaze. Licking her lips, Andy took in the glistening curls. She then bent down for a taste.
Miranda cried out and undulated her hips in the same rhythm Andy’s tongue was circling her clit. She explored every fold and hidden spots, and greedily licked away at the moisture that was now coating her chin and cheeks.
When she felt that Miranda was getting close, she placed her lips around the tight nub and sucked. Hard.
As Miranda cried out her name while thrashing around wildly, there was only one thought running through Andy’s mind.
God, I love poker…
THE END