3. Miranda never comes to work late.

It's not very Miranda to be late. Not when she's so precise with time. If she wanted something this instant she gets it this instant. If she wanted to arrive somewhere sharp then she would arrive right on the clock. She had maintained this for a long time. However these past few mornings had been challenging, thanks to a certain brunette who's recently been growing more enthusiastic each day.

"Miranda" A soft whisper echoed on her ear one morning as she felt a hand hovering her skin underneath the sheets.

Miranda wasn't sure what was warmer, the early morning sunlight hitting their room or the hand crawling on her skin.

"Miranda" then again another whisper came. But this time it appeared more needy than soft.

Exhaling to the sensation of her lover's touch, Miranda opened her eyes. She was greeted by a view of Andrea in all her early morning glory. Her long brunette hair was a little crazy from sleep but her face was far from the craziness of her hair. The woman looked breathtaking, looking at her with a certain glint on her eyes. She couldn't help but to smile.

"Andrea" she said, her voice hitching a little as Andrea moved up her hands and started to get a cup of her breast.

"Good morning" Andrea replied with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her shoulder.

A soft hum came from Miranda and to that, Andrea's smirk grew larger.

There had been another kiss, and then another, and then another.. until Miranda lost count as the younger woman's lips traveled up to her neck. That's when she finally shifted, a moan escaping her lips before she caught Andrea's.

A few more moments, Andrea had now crawled over her top. The sheets were now on the floor and her nightgown was now raised over her chest. Andrea's hands were gentle on her skin- circling her breast as she went back to laying kisses on her.

However all that was cut off by a loud ringing of alarm. A sheer noise from their bedside table's clock.

An irritated groan came from Andrea as she nibbled on her lover's neck. Annoyed but still determined on her craft of leaving soft marks.

"Andrea" Miranda says, her voice still hitching but her tone was clear. Andrea groaned again but continued anyway. "Andrea, I have to get up"

"mmm no" Andrea replied, still burying kisses. Her hands dragging up and then low, bringing out few moans from Miranda.

"Andrea" Miranda's voice came rather hurried this time.

"No" Andrea repeats, firmer. Her hands trailed up to Miranda's jawline and then stopped to smile coyly at her. "No" she repeats once again and then dangerously gazed lower.

Miranda swallowed, raised a brow and opened her mouth. And to her surprise, whatever the hell she was about to say was too late as her back arched slowly. Andrea had already gotten low, her tongue dragging slowly as she descends over her body.

RINGGGGGGGGGGG

"A-andrea" Miranda whimpers, despite the alarm going off again. She couldn't bring herself to care. Not when she could feel the sensation as Andrea started to lick her thighs, teasing as she hums to the rythm of her moans.

"Hmm what?" Andrea teased beginning to slow down.

RIIINGGGGGGGGGGG. it went off again. And this time, it finally snapped her out of it. Andrea had abruptly stopped too to her musing, a smile playing on her face.

"What?" Andrea asks again.

Miranda managed to roll her eyes. Her breath heaving as she sat down and gave the younger a glare before she got up from the bed. "All that for nothing, darling?" she says, panting and pulling her nightgown low.

Andrea shrugged, sitting on her heel. "I don't know, I'm thinking of bringing it to shower. What'cha think?"

Miranda looked at her, considering the idea for a moment before she glanced at the clock. "Maybe later tonight. You've already consumed 20 minutes of my morning, I'm getting in the shower alone" She says, pointing her finger to the now giggling Andrea before she disappears.

It took her 30 minutes to bathe and another 40 to dress up. She usually take longer but she hurried herself, thinking about the loss of 20 minutes in her dear morning routine- but not regretting any of it.

"Hmm, you smell amazing" Andrea peered once she entered back their room, fully clothed to her work clothes.

Miranda only hummed and proceeded to a mirror and then disappeared again to get a watch from their joint dresser. Andrea on the other hand, stayed seated at their bed, tugging the covers as she continuously stirs on how beautiful Miranda looked.

"Thank you, darling" Miranda finally replied to her after the fifth time.

Andrea smiled for a second before slowly jumping off the bed. She looked lovingly at the older woman as she trailed towards her. Miranda was sitting on her vanity chair, fixing her lipstick when Andrea reached her.

"You look really stunning today" Andrea muses again, her hands rested softly on Miranda's shoulders.

"Compliments won't get you to bring me back to bed, Andrea. I'm doing my makeup" Miranda answers in her usual tone.

Andrea didn't reply to her notion. Instead, she leaned and kissed her shoulder. Her hands moving gracefully over her neck. Miranda had to stop applying another shade of lipstick before she dropped it over her pristine white blouse.

"Andrea" Miranda tried to say in warning but her eyes shot close. Andrea's hands crawled inside her blouse.

"You're smell is intoxicating, do you know that?" Andrea whispered and pressed her face over her neck. Miranda shivered.

"I'm going to be late" Miranda purred to Andrea's touch as the younger woman spun her chair. Now, she was facing the brunette.

"Just five minutes" Andrea says, winking before she elegantly dropped on her knees. Miranda laughed. "No laughs, you wanted this to be quick" Andrea pointed and then kissed her while she unzip her trouser. Miranda whirred as the younger's fingers travelled under her panty and then stopping to give her a tease.

"For Christ's sake. Cut the teasing, Andrea" Miranda hastily said under her breath, growing impatient. Her hands gripping on the cushion of the arm rest.

"Of course" Andrea replies before she started at the command.

Miranda's body flowed to the younger's movement. Nothing but of moans of pleasure coming out of her mouth as Andrea thrusted harder and faster, drawing her closer to come until she did.

"A-andrea" Miranda groans, her grip still hard. Andrea had pulled out her fingers, and dipped in. Her tongue tender on the now sensitive skin. Miranda let the younger, until she caught on the time. "And-drea, the t-time" Miranda spoke again.

Andrea's face shot up. "Right" she murmurs, stopping swiftly.

Miranda didn't move for a second as she catches her breath. Andrea couldn't help but to cheekily giggle. She helped the older woman and zipped her trousers back.

"Still stunning" Andrea notions, standing up.

"As you are darling" Miranda said once she finally caught on on breathing and then she gracefully straightened herself and stood up. Her hair had been a little messy but with a few strokes, it fortunately came together. "It's a shame to cut it like that, however I have an early meeting to attend to" she says.

"It's fine. We have all night" Andrea replies.

Miranda smiled and nodded. She leaned in closer to the younger and dragged her thumb over her lips, cleaning the lipstick and fluids off her face. "You look gorgeous too, Andrea" She says.

Andrea melted on her palm. "Have a great day at work" She purred.

"Well, I'll see that for myself" Miranda says, her brows slightly raising as she gather up her things from the vanity table. Andrea laughs. "Now, I'm off, darling. Thank you for a rather wonderful morning. I'll see you later" She says, leaning in for a quick kiss before she disappeared.

It was already 9:40 when she arrived at the building. Everyone retreating and stopping dead at her glory when she walked in. Emily was waiting for her at the reception desk, ready with her scalding hot coffee.

"Has the meeting started?" She says, accepting the coffee and giving off her bag as they went over the elevator.

"Yes, Miranda. I tried to have them wait for you but Irv insisted" Emily quickly answered and then stopped on her tracks when the elevator opened for Miranda.

Miranda walked stood in silence inside the elevator for a moment before she rolled her eyes and pursed her lips to the direction of her side- signalling the british to join her.

As if on cue, Emily rushed inside in a heartbeat. She had Miranda's bag clutched dearly at her chest.

The elevator went up. Silence filled the space as Miranda took casual sips on her coffee and Emily shifted on her heels for a few.

"Emily, what is it?" Miranda asked, her glasses lowering as she looked at her assistant.

Emily bit her lip and then gazed lower at her blouse. "Miranda, your uh... blouse, it's buttoned wrong" She said carefully.

Miranda stiffened momentarily as her eyes traveled down. There she saw her blouse, buttoned on a very wrong manner. Her cheeks blushed in a pink tone. She could only hope she was wearing the same shade of blush.

"Right" she says, her hand already offering her coffee for Emily to reach- which the british had quickly attended before she nonchalantly fixed it with all the grace her being have spared her.

"And your neck" Emily pointed just when she thought it couldn't get worse. Miranda rose an eyebrow. "A hickey.. you have a hickey" Emily answered, pointing at it.

"Right" Miranda repeats, her blush brightening.

She really have got to adjust her morning routine to make time for at least three cycles of double checking her clothes- and yes, certainly for Andrea's morning enthusiasm too.