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Miranda leans against the doorway, side-eyed and squinting.
She glares as Andrea types furiously, completely unaware of Miranda’s presence.
“Andrea.”
As the brunette continues to work without pause, Miranda feels her annoyance rise at being ignored, and huffs, stalking over to her desk. With Miranda’s shadow looming upon her, Andrea finally startles and lifts up her head.
Hair frazzled yet still absolutely luminous, Andrea takes an earphone out and beams at Miranda whose heart skips a beat. Most likely at feeling so exasperated. No other reason at all. Certainly not how Andrea can still make her feel light-headed with a smile her way.
“Hey, hon! What’s up?”
“What’s up is my ire. How can you work in this space?” Miranda pointedly stares at the mess that is Andrea’s desk, full of crumpled balls of paper, crumbs here and there and endless cups of coffee.
Andrea looks around surprised.
“Oh. I hadn’t noticed.”
“I can see that,” Miranda curls her bottom lip in disgust and focuses on what she really came in for. “Why don’t you work in my study?”
Andrea raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend.
“You asked me to work in here, remember?” She gestures at her desk, “Banished me really. Presumably to avoid all this in your room.”
“Yes, well.” Miranda picks at imaginary lint and crumbs around Andrea’s collar. “Give this room a chance to breathe, and yourself a chance for that matter. It can’t be healthy working in an environment this disorganized.” Miranda smoothens Andrea’s shirt. Much better.
Andrea catches the editor’s hand in hers.
“And you wouldn’t mind all this,” she gestures with Miranda’s hand in hers, “on your desk?”
Miranda sniffs. “Well. I would appreciate it if you at least brought a napkin to catch your crumbs.”
“I see.” The writer grins and pulls Miranda down on her lap. Miranda, suddenly feeling much better, circles her arms around Andrea’s neck and burrows her face in. Andrea’s scent always calms her down. Miranda feels Andrea gently raking through her hair and hums.
“And this is because you can’t stand me working in a messy room?” She hears a hint of glee in her voice and chooses to ignore it. She busies herself with getting comfy.
“What else could it be?”
Andrea laughs and kisses the top of her head.
“Not because you missed me in the past few hours?”
Miranda snorts and presses her lips to Andrea’s neck. She grins as she feels a hitch in her love’s breathing.
“Sometimes you say the most absurd things, darling.”
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The next morning, there are two desks in Miranda’s study.