Artichauts au Naturel avec Beurre au Citron 1/1
Title: Artichauts au Naturel avec Beurre au Citron
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Lauren and Fox. As usual.
A/N: It's been a while, I feel a little rusty, but I've missed writing fic. This was inspired by seeing Julie and Julia twice. Also, mods, it's been forever since I've done tags, so I apologize in advance if I get it wrong.
Something smells heavenly when Andy gets the townhouse door open. She spends three nights a week with Miranda - no specific days, but that’s Andy’s condition in order to feel like a part of Miranda’s life.
It’s too early for Miranda yet. Andy drops her back on the bottom step and follows the smell into the kitchen. Both twins sit perched on the counter, their eyes fixed on the TV. On the screen, in black and white, is Julia Child, chattering away happily while she chops something.
“Hey guys,” Andy says. “Are you cooking something?”
“No,” Caroline says. “Mom is.”
“What?”
The Miranda who Andy usually sleeps with isn’t home from work before eight thirty and never cooks. But there she is, already changed out of her heels and holding a new roll of paper towels.
“Hi.”
“Girls get off the counter, it’s not meant to be sat on. Andrea did you just dump your bag, as usual?”
“Um.”
“Well get it,” Cassidy offers.
“Thank you girls,” Miranda says.
“Andy, I need help with social studies homework,” Caroline bellows from the other room.
“Hi,” Andy tries again.
“Hello.”
Pleased by the better reception, she crosses again to kiss Miranda gently. “This is a nice surprise.”
“Mmm,” Miranda smiles. “It’s Juanita’s birthday. I gave her the night off.”
“Oh,” Andy steps back. It’s a little weird to kiss with Julia Child in the background. “That was nice of you.”
“I’m not a complete dragon, you know,” Miranda says tartly.
“I know,” Andy says quickly. “It’s just… nice.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Artichauts au Naturel avec Beurre au Citron,” Miranda says in perfectly accented French.
“What?”
“Artichokes.”
“Do the twins eat artichokes?” Andy asks.
“They do now.”
“Okay,” she grins and feels a little bad for them. “Can I help?”
“Yes,” Miranda turns back to the boiling pot of water on the stove. “You can make me a drink.”
Andy really shouldn’t have doubted Miranda’s cooking abilities. After nearly a year with Miranda, she knows that Miranda won’t attempt something if she doesn’t think she can do it well. Or maybe it’s Julia Child’s ability to instruct. Either way, the meal is delicious. The fact that Miranda uses margarine instead of real butter Andy decides tactfully not to mention.
Afterwards, Andy does the dishes while Caroline sits at the counter and quizzes her on the post Civil War reconstruction.
“This is really intense,” Andy says as she dries her hands. “You’re really doing this in the sixth grade?”
“No,” Caroline says. “It’s an extra credit project and Ariel Simmons always does better on them than me, so.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh,” she nods happily and for a moment looks exactly like her mother. “I’ll let you know if I need anything else.”
“You’re welcome,” Andy calls as Caroline scampers out.
Miranda looks up when Andy leans against the door to her study, “I’m not finished with this yet.”
“I know,” Andy shuts the door quietly behind her. “I’m just going to be a minute.”
“I don’t know why I allow you to do this,” Miranda mutters as Andy climbs into her lap.
Andy kisses her. “Because I make you feel good.”
“That’s a terrible reason.”
“Oh, shut up,” she nips Miranda’s neck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark. Miranda moans. She slides her hand down Miranda’s torso, between her legs. “Can you?”
Miranda shakes her head, but twitches anyway. “Too distracted,” she gasps.
“It’s okay,” Andy nods. She could probably get Miranda off if she really wanted to, but Miranda would be snippy and annoyed after. “There’ll be time later.”
She manages to stay lodged in Miranda’s lap for another few minutes before Miranda pulls back,
“I have to - ”
“Yup,” Andy tries not to sound rueful. “I know.”
“Andrea…”
“I know,” Andy slides off onto the couch. “It’s okay, really, it is. I’m just…”
Miranda reaches over and cups Andy through her jeans, “Later.”
“Okay,” Andy stands on jelly legs. “That’s just mean.”
Miranda doesn’t even try to not look pleased. “I’ll be up in a bit.”
Andy pauses in the doorway. “You’d better be.”
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Lauren and Fox. As usual.
A/N: It's been a while, I feel a little rusty, but I've missed writing fic. This was inspired by seeing Julie and Julia twice. Also, mods, it's been forever since I've done tags, so I apologize in advance if I get it wrong.
Something smells heavenly when Andy gets the townhouse door open. She spends three nights a week with Miranda - no specific days, but that’s Andy’s condition in order to feel like a part of Miranda’s life.
It’s too early for Miranda yet. Andy drops her back on the bottom step and follows the smell into the kitchen. Both twins sit perched on the counter, their eyes fixed on the TV. On the screen, in black and white, is Julia Child, chattering away happily while she chops something.
“Hey guys,” Andy says. “Are you cooking something?”
“No,” Caroline says. “Mom is.”
“What?”
The Miranda who Andy usually sleeps with isn’t home from work before eight thirty and never cooks. But there she is, already changed out of her heels and holding a new roll of paper towels.
“Hi.”
“Girls get off the counter, it’s not meant to be sat on. Andrea did you just dump your bag, as usual?”
“Um.”
“Well get it,” Cassidy offers.
“Thank you girls,” Miranda says.
“Andy, I need help with social studies homework,” Caroline bellows from the other room.
“Hi,” Andy tries again.
“Hello.”
Pleased by the better reception, she crosses again to kiss Miranda gently. “This is a nice surprise.”
“Mmm,” Miranda smiles. “It’s Juanita’s birthday. I gave her the night off.”
“Oh,” Andy steps back. It’s a little weird to kiss with Julia Child in the background. “That was nice of you.”
“I’m not a complete dragon, you know,” Miranda says tartly.
“I know,” Andy says quickly. “It’s just… nice.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Artichauts au Naturel avec Beurre au Citron,” Miranda says in perfectly accented French.
“What?”
“Artichokes.”
“Do the twins eat artichokes?” Andy asks.
“They do now.”
“Okay,” she grins and feels a little bad for them. “Can I help?”
“Yes,” Miranda turns back to the boiling pot of water on the stove. “You can make me a drink.”
Andy really shouldn’t have doubted Miranda’s cooking abilities. After nearly a year with Miranda, she knows that Miranda won’t attempt something if she doesn’t think she can do it well. Or maybe it’s Julia Child’s ability to instruct. Either way, the meal is delicious. The fact that Miranda uses margarine instead of real butter Andy decides tactfully not to mention.
Afterwards, Andy does the dishes while Caroline sits at the counter and quizzes her on the post Civil War reconstruction.
“This is really intense,” Andy says as she dries her hands. “You’re really doing this in the sixth grade?”
“No,” Caroline says. “It’s an extra credit project and Ariel Simmons always does better on them than me, so.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh,” she nods happily and for a moment looks exactly like her mother. “I’ll let you know if I need anything else.”
“You’re welcome,” Andy calls as Caroline scampers out.
Miranda looks up when Andy leans against the door to her study, “I’m not finished with this yet.”
“I know,” Andy shuts the door quietly behind her. “I’m just going to be a minute.”
“I don’t know why I allow you to do this,” Miranda mutters as Andy climbs into her lap.
Andy kisses her. “Because I make you feel good.”
“That’s a terrible reason.”
“Oh, shut up,” she nips Miranda’s neck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark. Miranda moans. She slides her hand down Miranda’s torso, between her legs. “Can you?”
Miranda shakes her head, but twitches anyway. “Too distracted,” she gasps.
“It’s okay,” Andy nods. She could probably get Miranda off if she really wanted to, but Miranda would be snippy and annoyed after. “There’ll be time later.”
She manages to stay lodged in Miranda’s lap for another few minutes before Miranda pulls back,
“I have to - ”
“Yup,” Andy tries not to sound rueful. “I know.”
“Andrea…”
“I know,” Andy slides off onto the couch. “It’s okay, really, it is. I’m just…”
Miranda reaches over and cups Andy through her jeans, “Later.”
“Okay,” Andy stands on jelly legs. “That’s just mean.”
Miranda doesn’t even try to not look pleased. “I’ll be up in a bit.”
Andy pauses in the doorway. “You’d better be.”