Lover, Lover
Her eyes could barely stay open. There was no way she'd be able to drive home after the shift she'd just had. Miranda Bailey went to the couch in her office and lay down. "Just for a minute or two," she said out loud. Without an alarm and without interruptions loud enough to wake her, she slept soundly. A familiar and gentle touch on her shoulder. Even in the middle of a deep sleep, she'd know that touch. Her boyfriend, Ben Warren, was sitting in a chair that he'd positioned in front of her. "I love waking up to your face." He smiled and her heart flipped. She couldn't help but to be totally in love with him.
"You slept in your office again, Chief," he announced as if she didn't know that she wasn't in their queen-size bed. She'd just made Chief a few weeks ago and was desperately trying to catch up on paperwork. "And I've called you a bunch of times."
Miranda rose, rolling her neck, loosening it up. "Yeah, well, I had a lot of work here to do." He pushed back some of her hair. "What time is it?" Lifting his arm, she saw that it was going on ten o'clock. "Why are you out at this hour?"
"I was worried about you," he explained moving from the chair to the couch.
"That's why you're my favorite," she said. Her stomach grumbled loudly.
Ben heard it and chuckled. She pushed him playfully. "Hungry?"
She nodded. "I had a shake for breakfast, but then… I had to skip lunch."
"Miranda," he said frustrated.
"Benjamin," she echoed.
He touched both sides of her face. "You can't go a whole day without eating."
"I didn't eat it all, but I got something from that sandwich shop about an hour," she said pointing the bag that she knew was full of food.
Her boyfriend kissed her and picked up to get the bag. "Half a bag of chips and what… some soup?"
Miranda smiled sheepishly. "I had a long day, hon. I didn't have time." He shook his head and asked if she was ready to go. "Let me just get my stuff," she told him.
Later in bed, Ben moved behind her and she sighed, her body melting into his. The way he held her, never failed to comfort her; he touched her stomach, fingering her stretchmarks. "You can't go a whole day without eating, Miranda," he said in her ear. Miranda tried to turn around, but he tightened his grip on her. "It's not good, okay?"
She stopped struggling and exhaled. "Okay."
"You promise?"
"Yes."
He put his lips on the back of her neck, kissing down her spine. "You promise?"
"Ben…" She moaned softly.
"Yes?" He asked, his voice equally soft and deep. His hands were on her thighs, cool and firm.
Finally able to move freely, Miranda turned to face him. "It's late."
He shrugged. "Don't tell me, tell him," he laughed kissing her cheek.
A few days later, Miranda was running on "E". She laughed thinking about her promise to Ben. Once again, she'd failed to eat properly and now she felt like she was on the verge of passing out. Getting back to her office at about four o'clock, she texted her assistant asking her to order something. "Stat," she added at the end of the message. Glad that her day was mostly over aside from a bowel resection she had to do in a few hours, she lay on the couch in her room. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up off her stomach. "Hello?"
"Hi, baby," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice and she smiled.
"Hey, babe," Miranda said keeping her voice easy so that she didn't sound so drained. "What, uh, are you up to?"
"Nothing much. I have a 24 that starts in the morning, so I was going to get some rest before you got home." She nodded. "You?"
She debated whether or not to tell him the truth. If she told him she hadn't eaten, he'd be disappointed and she didn't want that. "Just doing a little work."
"A little work, huh?"
Miranda confirmed. There was a knock on her door. "Savvy, if that's you, come on in. I'm—" She stopped talking when she saw her boyfriend walk in with a large basket. She sat up. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to save you from your damn self." He put the basket on the table in the middle of the room.
"What are you talking about?"
Ben walked over to her and held up his phone showing her their message thread. "Read the last one."
Miranda stood up and grabbed the phone. "Savvy, can you please order me some… Oh, Lord… I'm starving." She laughed and put a hand to her forehead. She'd sent the text to the wrong damn person. "That wasn't for you."
"Clearly." The much taller man slipped his arms around her waist. "You promised."
"I know," she told him kissing his chin. "I'll do better." Looking around him at the basket, she asked: "What do you have in there?" Ben wiggled his eyebrows. And his excitement made her giddy. He took her hand and pulled her over to the basket. For a minute, Miranda forgot about her hunger.
Pulling out a blanket, he laid it on the floor. "We're about to have a date."
"A date? In my office? On a Wednesday?"
"Yes," he said simply. Miranda went to lock both doors to her office. She also made sure the blinds and windows were closed. Adding ambiance to the date, she put on some soft music that flowed through speakers that he'd helped her install. "We're about to have ourselves a little lunch picnic date." Grinning madly, she hugged him from behind.
They got comfortable on the blanket. "One meatball sub for me and one pastrami and cheese for my lady."
Miranda clapped silently, hungry and grateful. "I don't know if I've told you lately, but I do appreciate you," she said as he pulled out chips and grapes. She touched his hand, forcing him to look at her. "I truly do." It was so true. She loved him with all of her soul. And after almost a year of dating, she couldn't wait to marry him. He was the one for her.
"I know, but it doesn't hurt to hear you say it though," he said winking at her.
Smiling, she bowed her head as he said grace. The first bite of the sandwich was so delicious, she actually moaned a little. Ben raised an eyebrow. "These are from Cooper's, right?"
Ben nodded. "Your favorite place. And I told Zeke you weren't eating and he gave us extra—"
"Pickles!" She said holding out her hand for her favorite snack.
He held one toward her and then pulled it back. Miranda giggled. "Only if you follow through with your promise."
"Okay. Now give it to me, please," she smiled sweetly.
"I've heard that before."
"Seriously. This was just a weird week."
Ben turned his head a little, keeping eye contact. "Okay." They continued to eat and though she didn't say it—for fear of their date being ruined—he was surprised that no one outside the doors of her office needed her. Pushing that thought out of her head, she turned her attention back to the man in front of her. "…Miller made chili for the entire crew and it was a'ight, but I like when you make it. It's just the right amount of spicy," he finished.
"You do?" She asked curiously. He nodded and smiled. Putting her food down, she moved toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Then she grabbed his chin and steered his lips toward hers.
He chuckled when they pulled apart. "Damn, what was that for?"
"I have to have a reason to kiss you?" She said in a cheeky voice. Ben shook his head and took another bite of his sandwich, offering her some. Miranda bit into the sub. It was just as good as hers. "Mmm. I hope you tipped well because these are so good."
"You know I did." As they finished eating, Miranda started to clean up their mess. "Are you kicking me out?" Her boyfriend asked.
"No, just tidying up."
"Well, what about dessert?"
Miranda's eyes flew open. She was craving something sweet. "What do you have?"
He bit his bottom lip and she laughed. "You. You're dessert," he said grabbing her gently, pushing her down onto the blanket. Miranda couldn't stop laughing as he kissed all over her face. "Hold still, woman."
"I can't," she grinned, wrapping a leg around his body. Ben put his lips on her neck and her body tensed up. Her smile faded as the floodgates opened. She whispered, "Jesus."
"That's better," he said sitting up and taking off his shirt. He had always looked good, but fighting fires had chiseled his body and he looked sexy as hell. "I've been waiting to christen this office for a long, long time." Miranda couldn't speak as pulled her and jerked off her shirt. She watched a smirk cross his face and then fade quickly fade. "You are so beautiful."
"Thank you, babe," she responded before grappling with the front of his jeans, staring at him. Tugging down his pants, his piece sprang from his pants, unrestricted. Miranda tilted a brow at him.
"Easy access," Ben said as she took him in her mouth. "Damn, baby. You're sure that door is locked?" So fired up, Miranda just shrugged, running her hand down his shaft. There was nothing in her mind except pleasing him and anticipating when it was her turn. She cupped his balls, feeling him grow. Her tongue swirled around the head of his organ. "Shit!" He touched her head, pulling her curls a little. She looked up at him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."
Miranda laughed and lay backward as Ben slithered between her legs. He kissed her lips softly, moving down, he pushed down her scrub pants. Her eyes rolled back as he touched her. A high-pitched moan left her mouth. He made a face and she put her hand to his mouth as he entered her, quieting him. "Shhhhh…." Her boyfriend nodded, moving his hips slowly at first driving her up the wall. "Baby," she said biting her bottom lip hard. s
"Hmm?" He said through her fingers,
"Faster, baby." Ben shook his head. Miranda slipped her hand between their bodies and between her legs. The added pleasure made her inhale sharply.
He pushed her hand out of the way. "I got this," he said taking over. Dropping his head into her chest, he searched for her nipples. She forgot to breathe as he found one, licking it gently. "Oh, God! Oh, God!"
"Shhh, Chief Bailey," he told her revealing her other nipple, circling her areola.
Miranda was soaring. The reputation that preceded her did not include making love on her new office floor. She was Chief of Surgery and it was unprofessional and inappropriate and… She whined, "That feels so good. Keep going! Shhh!" Trying to keep her voice down, she pulled him in for another kiss, releasing screams and whimpers into his mouth. "I'm almost there."
"Come on," Ben encouraged, thrusting his hips into her. Miranda watched his body for a few seconds before closing her eyes once more, relishing in the wave that was upon her. "Shit, Miranda. I'm about to come."
"Yes," she breathed—finally! She rose her hips to meet his—the rhythm was slow and calculated.
Ben touched her face. "Look at me," he demanded.
Miranda exhaled and stared into his brown eyes as their bodies moved faster, their volume lowered. Her chest was caving as she orgasmed silently, her toes curling. She could hear the soft jazz she'd put on and took breaths to the erratic saxophone. He let out a low grunt, draining himself in her. Miranda held onto her man, clutching him, never wanting to let him go. She didn't know how she was going to keep her legs from collapsing beneath her in surgery later. The visual made her laugh in his ear, kissing his cheek. "I love you," she said sincerely. "So much."
"And I you," Ben said kissing her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, playing with hers. "Want to go another round?" Her body jumped at the idea of them going another round.
She chuckled. "I can't." He nodded and eased out of her. "We need to have more picnics if they're like this," Miranda stated fixing her clothes. Her boyfriend handed her her shirt back. "Thank you."
He pointed to his and she gave it to him. "Yes, dessert was amazing," he said with bass filling his voice.
Ben got up and went to the private bathroom that was located in her office. When he was finished, Miranda used it; she brushed her teeth before pulling her hair back, pinning it up for surgery. When she came out, Ben had cleared up the blanket and was sitting on the sofa. The music was turned off, the windows were open, the door was slightly ajar—and everything looked normal. She walked over to him on wobbly legs and sat next to him. "Hi," she said blushing a little, pushing her face into his chest.
"Oh, no, don't get shy on me now," he chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"We can't do this… here… anymore," she said in her Chiefly voice. Ben looked at her and pouted. It made her heart leap. "I'm serious, Benjamin Warren. No more." He shrugged nonchalantly and stroked her hair. "Noo… don't touch it. You're the one who messed it up."
The two of them laughed. "It looks *beautiful, babe."
Miranda's phone rang and picked it up off of the coffee table in front of them. "Yeah?"
"Chief…"
She nodded inhaling the information. "I am on my way." Hanging up, she turned to her boyfriend. "I have to go."
"Is everything okay?"
She nodded. "Just Chief business."
"Do your thing, baby." They kissed quickly. "Hey, I'm so proud of you," he said standing up first, pulling her up.
Miranda bumped him with her body a little. "This picnic was so sweet, Ben." He embraced her, running his hands along her back. "And we really should… do this again."
"Right now," Ben said wiggling his eyebrows.
Miranda burst into a fit of laughter. "When I get home," she promised.
"Bring dinner?" He asked.
She walked away and he scoffed, shaking his head. At the door, she turned and said: "Make sure you bring dessert."
