Fuck Me Pumps

The sound of her husband's footsteps reached her before he did. "You ready?" He asked walking into their bedroom. Miranda was sitting on the edge of the bed contemplating whether or not she was going to put on the pair of black heels that she had in her hands. She spun them, slightly pissed off. "Hello?" Ben checked his watch. "Tuck and Dani will be late if we don't—"

Miranda cut him off. "I don't want to."

"You don't want to ride with me?" He sounded so disappointed and she knew that if she looked up at him, he would have her cracking up. But the issue at hand kept her face straight.

"I don't want to stuff my feet into these shoes," she told him. The thought of putting the shoes on made her scrunch up her face to the point that she was scowling. "You know, when Webber was chief, he did not have to toddle around on sticks all day." Miranda moved them about in her hands mimicking their future movements. "When Hunt became chief, he did not have to squeeze five toes into a space bult for two. But I become chief and I can't wear my perfectly comfortable surgical clots anymore. And you know why?"

"Society?" He said making it sound like a question.

"S-Society," she hissed looking over and up at him gesturing with the shoe. Ben sighed. They'd had this conversation plenty of times. She was three years into her job as chief and already she was tired of the bull. Her feet were tired!

He checked his watched again. "Um…"

"I'm coming!" She groaned.

"Okay." Ben left the room and for a few more seconds, Miranda continued to stare at her opponents: heels. Instead of putting them on, she slid into a pair of flip-flops and held her shoes in her hand, following her husband to the car.

"Good morning, babies," she said as she closed her door turning to look at her 14-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter. Her children were everything to her and they were each the perfect mixture of their parents. Miranda was glad that they seemed to get all of her best qualities.

Tuck gave her a wide smile. "Hi, ma," he responded going back to his phone.

Dani flipped her tablet showing her mother a picture that she'd just taken of her brother with an odd expression on his face. Miranda giggled and blew her daughter a kiss. "You don't have on your shoes," Ben pointed out.

Miranda cut her eyes at him. "I'll put them on when we get to the hospital. I just can't right now," she said with a small laugh.

He reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "Just wear your clogs."

"Yeah, mommy, just wear your clogs," Dani repeated hilariously copying her father.

Ben looked at Miranda who was losing it. "That's your daughter."

"I know," she replied full of adoration.

Once they dropped their kids off at school, they headed to work. At the last moment, Miranda eased her feet into her shoes. Ben held her hand as they walked into the hospital that she was charged with overseeing. The job was stressful, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. What she would trade were her pumps for Crocs or the flip-flops that she'd stuffed into her bag or even a pair of sneakers. "I'll see you later," he said kissing her cheek after seeing her to her office. "And I'll come by and give you a foot rub later."

The last time he'd made that promise, her feet weren't the only things to get rubbed. Miranda blushed hard glad that they were alone. "Text me," she said winking at him.

"Yes, Chief," he said lowering his voice and biting his bottom lip.

Her assistant moved toward them and Miranda cleared her throat. Ben leaned down and kissed her lips quickly. "I love you," she said.

"Love you."

"Chief…" Savannah started. Miranda sat behind her desk and kicked off her shoes. Squishing her toes into the carpet gave her comfort as she was briefed on the week ahead of her and then the specifics of the day. "…and you have a pseudocyst at three o'clock."

Miranda took a deep breath. "Thank you, Savvy." The young woman nodded and left the room, leaving her door half-open. Before she could even get comfortable, she was being paged hither and yon and by the end of the day, Miranda's feet were aching.

She texted her husband who she'd hadn't seen or heard from all day outside of a text message that he'd sent that read: "From the top to the bottom or from bottom to the top?"

A simple "Both." had been her answer. When no response followed, she'd chalked it up to him being busy and continued about her day.

After her procedure ended, Miranda went to the kids' school to pick them up. Seeing their faces brightened her day. They clambered into the car both talking nonstop their volumes rising as they tried to outdo one another. She grinned trying to keep up with their tales. "And how was your day, ma?" Tuck asked. He was sitting in the front seat, tall with a wide body that would have been perfect for football if his three parents hadn't been so against it. She couldn't believe that in a few years he'd be driving.

"I had a good day, baby. Thank you for asking."

"Where's dad?"

"Probably still at the hospital," she told him. "What do you two want to eat?"

"Steak!" Tuck said at the same time that Dani called out: "Cereal!"

She just shook her head. "Little Miss, you can get cereal at home, so is there something else you want?"

"Chicken?" The girl asked making eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"Sounds good to me, baby."

Getting home, Miranda took a bath allowing her muscles to soak. Nearly asleep, a knock on the bathroom door woke her up. "Come in."

Ben walked in and moved to the edge of the bathtub. "Hey, baby," he said.

She waved at him. "The kids alright?" He nodded, exhaling. "You're okay?" She asked reaching for his hand.

He nodded. "Yeah, just tired."

"Mmm. How about we drain this water and start over?" She wiggled her eyebrows and watched him smile. His smile was one of her favorite things. It never failed to set her heart on fire. The way he loved her was the kind of love she'd never felt before. Much different than her first marriage, much different than the love she felt for her children. She felt complete with him. "Or I can get out so you can get in?" She asked the question earnestly already knowing that he'd decline if he thought she was comfortable.

Ben shook his head. "Take your time in here. I know your dogs are barking," he laughed.

"They're better now," she said poking one foot of the water that was growing cool. Ben picked it up and began massaging it slowly. "How was your day?"

"Hemicoloectomy."

Wife and husband grinned at each other. "You should have had it pushed, for old times' sake." She silently asked for help and he offered his hands. "Thank you." Stepping out of the tub, he pulled her in. Between the chill air hitting her naked and very wet body and the kisses Ben was giving her, she shivered. He licked her neck forcing a high-pitched moan. "Okay, okay."

"Give me ninety seconds," he said slipping a hand between her legs, teasing her lips.

"Benjamin…" she cautioned in the faintest voice. With her eyes shut so tightly, she was seeing stars. But she could feel his arms tightening around her and lifting her to her toes. Wincing, she returned to the ground. "Ow, ow, ow."

Ben looked down at her. "You good?" He asked sincerely.

Damn it, she thought as she flexed her feet, "I really have to figure something out." He reached over and grabbed a towel, handing it to her. "Thank you."

In bed, Miranda wrapped herself around her husband. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?" He asked.

She shrugged. There hadn't been any pure appreciation in her previous marriage and she really tried to make sure that Ben knew how grateful she was. The fact that he was there every day loving her and their children meant the world to her. "I just love you. That's all." Miranda closed her eyes, feeling his body move as his breathing steadied. Unbeknownst to her, when she was asleep, Ben climbed over her, hugging her from behind, putting a kiss on the back of her neck.

On Thursday, Miranda found herself in meetings all morning. Even sitting, her shoes were making her uncomfortable. Every so often, she would slip them off her feet, wiggling her toes. Whenever someone addressed her, she scrambled to put her heels back on as if they could see through the thick mahagony table. It was both amusing and exhausting. Ben's voice filled her head telling her to wear comfortable shoes, but she pushed those away. She was the Chief of Surgery at a major hospital, she couldn't show up to work wearing Crocs outside of doing surgery. There had to be a certain level of professionalism. "Dr. Bailey?"

"Right," she said sticking her foot out trying to attach it to her shoe. "So, we're looking to hire a new OB attending…"

At home, Miranda tucked Dani in and admired how charismatic she was. The preteen had a way with words that coerced her mother into giving her an extra hour to watch TV before bed. Miranda didn't remember being that way, though her parents would probably disagree. She just assumed that part came from Ben. Father and daughter were very much alike. "I love you, mommy," the girl said extracting Miranda from her thoughts.

"I love you, too, baby," Miranda responded hugging her once more. "Goodnight."

Tuck was already in asleep when she checked on him. She stood in the doorway and watched him for a minute or two. It didn't matter if it was five o'clock or eight o'clock, for the teen, when it was time to sleep, it was time to sleep. In that way, he was very much like Ben, too. Miranda shook her head wondering if her kids had any of her in them. She shut his door and head back to her bedroom. Ben was still at the hospital and she lay on his side of the bed, falling asleep quickly and easily.

The next day, just as she was wrapping up her workweek, someone knocked on her door. A tall, white woman came in. Miranda recognized her immediately as a new hire, Carina DeLuca. "Dr. DeLuca, I'm just on my way out the door. Can it possibly wait until Monday?" She asked.

"I'll make it quick. I promise," Carina said with a thick Italian accent. "…so when I heard my brother was working a female Chief of Surgery? Ah, do you know just how rare that is?" It didn't take long before the feminist in Miranda was riled up.

The two of them continued their conversation. "Look, let me get this right. You want me to let you have women masturbate in my MRI machine so that you can study their brains while they orgasm?"

Carina nodded. "Yes."

"In the interest of science?"

"Yes."

Miranda inhaled sharply. Yes, science was often sexist. Yes, Grey Sloan had the space and resources to course correct. Yes, Dr. DeLuca could study the women's brains as they masturbated. "Done." That last one had thrown her for a loop, but she was intrigued.

The two women had shaken hands. "And I'll be needing volunteers, if you… you know," DeLuca offered.

Her throat got parched at the mere thought. "No way," she said drinking from her water bottle.

"Eh, maybe once I get it off the ground," the woman shrugged. Miranda could only smile. Her? The Chief. She could never do that—here. Could she?

At home in the kitchen, Miranda leaned against the counter as Ben cooked. Their children were spending their nights elsewhere—Tuck with his father and Dani was at the house of her colleague, Meredith Grey. She had a daughter who was the same age as Dani. "And you said yes?"

She nodded, opening her mouth to taste the beef he was cooking. "That's good, hon."

"I know," he said with a nod, "but back to this masturbating thing."

"What about it?" She asked moving behind him, hugging his waist. She put her head against his back listening to his heart beating. There was nothing about Ben that she didn't know or that she didn't want to know. And vice versa. She could tell him or talk to him anything. She loved that about them.

"I just can't believe you agreed."

"Why?"

"You can be very…" He spun around, dropping his arms onto her shoulders. "Um, very… um, conservative?"

Miranda scoffed in disbelief. "I am not."

"You are."

"How?"

He looked down at her feet. "You wear heels all day at the hospital, even though you're the boss, because it's what you think you have to do." Her husband shrugged and it pissed her off more than anything.

Gritting her teeth, she started to move away, but he held on, gripping her nightgown. "I may be traditional, but I'm also hip."

Ben laughed and kissed her chin, nibbling on it. "If you have to say you hip, you ain't hip, baby." Before he could kiss her again, Miranda ripped herself from his arms. If he thought she couldn't break from tradition, she was going to show him. She went down to the basement and emptied a box that had been full of books. She lugged the large box up the two flights of stairs. "Where are you going with that?" He asked to her back because she was already halfway to their bedroom.

In front of their closet, she began pulling out her heels, dumping them in the box as she grumbled. "Hate the buckle on these," Miranda said to herself tossing a pair. "And these hurt like hell!"

"You're really getting rid of all of them, huh?" Ben asked coming into the room.

She scoffed a little. "I don't even want to look at them," she said grabbing a pair of strappy heels from the rack.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," her husband said interrupting her thoughts. "Y-Y-You... What about these?" He grabbed them from her hands saving them from their fate of being put away, out of sight and out of mind. "Y-You getting rid of the 'fuck me pumps,' too, Miranda?"

Her heart fluttered without warning. "Uh, don't call them that," she told him even though that was the best name for them. Dark blue and three and half inches high with so many very fun and very sexy memories attached to them. Her office, his car, a hotel room, the backyard… her face flushed. "Besides, these are the least comfortable pair of the bunch." She reached for it, ready to drop it into the box despite their history.

He held on tightly saying: "Only if you try to stand up in them." Ben slowly rotated the heels 45 degrees.

"Ohh!" Miranda laughed shaking her head at his incessantness. He moved in for a soft and easy kiss. The man made her so happy. She dropped her arms on his shoulders as the kiss got longer and hotter. She stood on her toes, pushing the pain to the back of her mind.

"Come here," he said walking them backward.

Miranda squealed, hitting his shoulder gently, pretended like she didn't know where the night was going. "What? What?" She asked allowing him to guide her as she bounced gently on the bed, pushing some hair out of her eyes.

"These are my shoes," Ben said sliding his hands along her foot, tickling her as he slid her foot into the first one.

"You're doing way too much, Benjamin Warren," Miranda told him. Her heart was racing quickly as she stroked his head wanting to kiss him. Her foot slid into the second one and he buckled it, kissing her ankle, groaning against her skin. She knew about his slight foot fetish and what it did to him seeing her in high heels. He'd compared it to when she saw him in basketball shorts or a fresh haircut. It couldn't be explained how much it turned her on. Miranda shuddered. "Yesss. You know what happens when I put these heels on."

"What's that?" He put his lips on her legs, sliding them up to her thighs.

Miranda couldn't help biting the corner of her bottom lip. "I go into Chief mode."

"Tell me more."

They looked at each other and she smiled devilishly. "I can show you better than I can tell you." She climbed on top of him, her silky nightgown rising as she straddled him.

Ben tried to sit up and she pushed him back down. "Yes, ma'am," he said holding onto her legs, his hands clutching her tightly. Miranda could feel him growing beneath her and she dropped her head back, moaning softly. "Jesus Christ."

Sliding off the bed, she stood at the foot of it, running a hand through her hair. He stood up and held her from behind, putting his chin on her shoulder, his lips to her ear. "W-what's happening?" Miranda broke his hold and walked away slowly. His eyes tracked her as she moved around the bed. As much as she was teasing him right now, strutting through their bedroom, she had her own body bumping with the thought of pleasure that she was about to receive and give.

"You said I was conservative, right?" She asked.

"That was a joke," he answered with a laugh. "I was kidding." Miranda shook her head and left the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood. Behind her, she heard Ben growl and follow her down the stairs. "My God, woman."

"What?"

He put his arms around her waist. "Your ass is driving me wild, babe."

His voice made her tremble. It melted her like butter. She felt his right hand push up the hem of her nightgown. Her legs opened, welcoming him once again. His lips were on the back of her neck. Turning around, Miranda planted a passionate kiss on him. Her tongue danced with his. Her hands slithered into his sweatpants, touching him softly. She could tell that he wasn't wearing underwear and that excited her further. "How's this for conservative?"

They backed up to the desk that sat by the front door. They pushed the mail to the floor and Miranda was glad that they'd moved the lamp a week ago because of a broken bulb. She pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor; then, she held him tightly, feeling his muscles contract in her hands. She didn't know when, why or how, but all of a sudden, her husband's body had gotten so fit. The number of abs he had seemed to double and his stamina had certainly increased. She loved it. Grabbing both sides of his face, she looked into his eyes. "Can I have a kiss?" He requested. "Chief." She smiled and surrendered, loving how their bodies were grinding slowly. Ben touched her hair, pulling a curl. "I like your hair like this, babe."

"Thank you, hon," she said smiled.

He nodded. "Yeah, I can't wait to mess it up."

Miranda's jaw dropped as he slipped a finger between her legs, toying with her through her panties. She licked the fullness of her lips. "Mmmm, I like that." Taking his hand, she steered it past the elastic, allowing him to dive into her wetness. She held her breath as he touched her so expertly that she could feel herself dripping. Leaning into her husband, her lips found his and she stifled a moan as he inserted a finger into her, collapsing her. "Jesus!" Ben's laughter was cut short as she reached for the front of his pants again, tugging them down and rubbing his length glacially. She cocked a brow and watched his eyes rolled back. "Kiss me," she said with the same authority that she used nearly every day at the hospital. Ben put his lips on her neck and kissed her softly finding her bottom lip. He sucked on it, fingering her body to the same rhythm. His other hand was on her ass, slapping it firmly. The combination had her on the verge of an orgasm. Pushing him away, Miranda knelt in front of him and wrapped her lips around him.

Immediately, his hands went to her tresses and she smiled, sucking and stroking him in a way that made him call her name. "Miranda." She didn't answer, in a world of her own. With her other hand, she teased herself by touching everywhere but the one place she knew that would have her laid out on the floor. "Yes, baby." Miranda looked up to see him looking down at her. He shook his head and pulled her to her feet, her knees aching slightly.

"I wasn't finished," she told him pronouncing every syllable.

"But I have got to have you." His eyes were doing the begging that he wouldn't let his mouth reveal.

With an ease that shocked her, he bent his knees and put her on the desk, kissing her. His lips zipped across her body landing on her chest. He pushed up her nightgown, swiping his tongue across one nipple while, gently pinching the other. The multi-tasking surgeon in him jumped out as he switched from one breast to the other deftly. "Oh, my God! Yes!" She cried out losing her cool. She was mere seconds from bursting. Her body was rocking against the hardwood. "Yes, Ben!"

Ben held her hips, raking off her panties, kissing her thighs, down her legs and across her toes before he pulled them over her feet, pushing her legs open. Her high-pitched moan mixed with his deep one as he entered her. She steadied herself grabbing the sides of the desk as they moved slowly. "You good, baby?" A nod seemed to suffice which was good because that was all she had to give. Her breaths were thready as he slid in and out of her, her body accepting every inch of him.

Miranda's nipples were hardened and pointy and before she could touch them, Ben's mouth was there, devouring them. She licked her lips as they made eye contact. "I love you, baby."

"Fuck, Miranda!" He yelled. "I love you, too."

"Faster," she said. Her husband kissed her leg, running his hands along her heels. "Faster, baby."

"I got you," he told her, speeding up, pumping harder. "Say the thing." She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "Say it so you can come on me." Miranda's stomach rippled as his voice flowed through her. God! "Say it so I can come in you." His smile was so sexy. "I'm listening."

She pushed herself up, attaching their torsos. Her tongue outlined his ear, biting his lobe before her lips pressed against his cheeks. "Fuck… me…"

"Damn, I love hearing you say that."

"You do?" He nodded furiously. "Then do it… fuck me, Benjamin," she said touching herself as they erupted at the same time. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Ben kept going, thrusting his hips. "Come for me, baby," he said in her mouth.

"I'm coming for you," she whispered as her toes curled in her shoes and her legs wrapped around his back, keeping him inside of her as she rocked slowly.

"You're dangerous."

Miranda pursed her lips. "I thought I was conservative."

"Same same," he laughed, making a trail down her legs with his fingers. She released him and fixed her nightgown as he pulled up his sweatpants. Her head spun slightly as they walked to the sofa. He curled behind her, her body finally relaxed. "Promise me something, baby."

She smiled, high on the intense orgasm he'd just given her. "Anything."

"Promise me you won't get rid of your heels, baby, please." There was that begging. "I love you in them. You know how much they turn me on, especially during sex."

"I'm not wearing them every time now."

Ben chuckled in her ear. "I know, I know."

"Thank you for your suggestion. I will think long and hard about it," she said temptingly.

"Long and hard, huh?" He asked kissing both sides of her neck down to her shoulder blades.

"Yes," she said, her voice throaty with satisfaction. "Know anything about that?"

He pushed himself into her. "You tell me… Chief."

The two of them couldn't stop themselves from going another round. Now naked, Miranda kicked off her heels and gripped the arm of the sofa as her husband slid into her from behind. She held her breath and sat back on his lap. Ben hugged her tightly, caressing her body. They made love quietly and slowly, taking their time. When they were finished, she was near tears, exhausted and full of lust. Turning to look at Ben, she saw that he had a huge smile on his face. "That was so good. I love being… whew! I love being so close to you," she told him.

"When it's more than sex," he whispered as they kissed. "

"Yes!"

He nodded. "I love how you let me in. Even after all these years, you still make me weak." His admission made her entire body blush. They were quiet for a while before he asked: "Ready to eat?"

"God, I am starving." She pulled the blanket from the back of the chair and wrapped it around her body. "Bathroom first." When Miranda returned, Ben was sitting at the kitchen table, his sweats back on though his shirt was missing. She sat down, her stomach grumbling. Husband and wife talked as they ate. Finished, she washed the dishes as he swept the floor. "Thank you for dinner, honey."

"And thank you for the love and the sex," he said slapping her butt.

After dropping the kids off at school on Monday, Miranda headed to work. At lunchtime, she and two of her colleagues, Dr. Margaret Pierce and Dr. Amelia Shepherd, curious about Carina's study, stopped by her lab. "Hello, Dr. DeLuca," Miranda said taking a long sip of her smoothie.

"Hello," she replied with a smile. "Do you need the MRI?"

"No," the three women answered.

"We just heard about the—" Maggie stopped, her face getting red.

"My study?" Carina finished.

"Exactly."

"Yeah."

Miranda listened as the other women chatted, her eyes on the screen. "Whoa! Orgasm!" Amy said, her face lighting up.

"It's bright," Miranda said mostly to herself. She bit the hard plastic that was her straw, images rushing through her head. It was only lunchtime, but she couldn't wait to get home.

Amy stepped more into the small room. "That is the most active uptake I have ever seen on an MRI." She was a neurosurgeon and MRI's were like her candy.

"I'm always looking for people to help out with my study if any of you have any free time," Carina said.

Miranda damn near choked on her smoothie. "No way."

"No," Amy followed.

"No, thank you," Maggie said politely. The three of them walked out of the room, scurrying to their next projects.

At home, after Tuck and Dani were settled in bed, she took Ben's tablet from him, climbing on top of him. "That's one way to get my attention," he said holding her. "What's up, woman?"

"Do you think I'm too uptight?" She asked.

"Huh?'

"I mean, I'm conservative, your word, but…" she sighed.

"I kind of like that you're a traditional, your word." He shrugged. "I don't think it's a bad thing, babe. I can be that way, too." Miranda nodded. "Is this about DeLuca's masturbating research?"

She said that it was. "Part of me wants to do it."

"Then do it."

"I'm the Chief of Surgery." He rolled his eyes. "I saw that."

Ben sat up more, causing friction between their bodies. "Look, Miranda, if you want to rub one out in the machine, do it. And if you want to wear your Crocs, do it, but don't sit around beating yourself about it. I promise no one is going to care if you have an orgasm… for scientific purposes," he said with a wink. "Or if you choose your comfortable shoes. Even if you are the Chief, okay?"

Miranda rotated her hips once. "Okay."

"Good."

"Kiss?"

"Always." Ben pushed hips against hers. "But, uh, if you do choose to masturbate in the MRI, can I watch? How about you practice now?"

Miranda fell on her back, laughing loudly. "You're a fool."

"Shhh! You'll wake the ki—"

Their bedroom door opened and Dani poked her head in. "You didn't knock," Ben said. Their daughter closed the door and knocked softly.

"Come in, baby," Miranda said pushing her husband. "You're okay?"

The girl nodded. "Can I have some ice cream?"

Miranda looked at the clock. "It's almost ten, you should be asleep."

"Please," Dani asked putting her hands together.

Miranda was melting. The girl had fallen asleep before they had dessert. Ben repeated her thought out loud. "I remember. Go ahead."

"I'll have one with you, baby girl," Ben said moving to get off the bed.

Miranda touched his arm and kissed him quickly. "Bring me some please. And you might as well see if Tuck is up, too." Father and daughter left the room, giggling. "One scoop, Benjamin Warren!"

"Two won't hurt," she heard him say as they headed downstairs.

At work a week and half later, Miranda took a deep breath and pushed her heels aside, slowly easing her feet into her clogs. Her feet practically thanked her as she strode to her last meeting. She saw people looking at her feet, but no one dared say anything. "Okay, let's get started," she said pointing to one of her attendings. "You're up."

Two days later, she stopped by to see how Carina was fairing with her research. "It's going well," Carina told her. "I still need a way to get more… um, women involved, you know. Maybe you could help?"

Miranda bopped her head back and forth. "I'll see what I can do."

Ben stopped by her office for an early dinner. Even though they worked together, they didn't see each other that often. For Miranda, she was just happy that they were in the same building, pursuing their passions. "By the way, I love the clogs, babe."

"Thank you. And I just ordered them in ten different colors."

He laughed as she reached into his container and forked up some of his fries. "Alright, give me some of those mashed potatoes," he said gesturing with his utensil. Miranda shook her head. "Then give me back my fries."

She shook her head once more as her husband picked up one of her ribs. "I'll just hold this hostage."

"You always go too far." She squinted as he blew her a kiss. "Your sister will be good with the kids tonight since we're, uh, both working late?"

"Yeah," he said licking his lips. "I just thought that you might want a little break tonight, so I asked Roz to pick them up. I didn't know you were working late tonight though."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Well, I do have plans later on."

"Like what?" He scoffed.

"I'm the Chief of Surgery at a major metropolitan hospital, I have plans and things."

"Okay. I believe you."

"It's not for you to believe or not believe," she argued, getting frustrated. "And it's really not any of your business."

Ben gave her an odd look as his phone rang. "I gotta go. Save my food please?" He stood up and kissed her forehead then her lips quickly. "You good?

"Yes, I'm fine." He walked out of the room, leaving Miranda to exhale deeply. After calling Ben's sister to make sure the kids were set for the night, she sat back in her chair anticipating her last appointment of the day. It was making her nervous and it'd caused her to snap at her husband and now she was feeling wretched. Miranda knew she owed him an apology. Texting him, she found him in a skills lab with a room full of other residents. Through the window, she could see that he was working on a technique she'd shown him a few weeks ago, perfecting it. Just watching his hands work turned her on. Putting on her best Chief face, she opened the door, loving the sound of ten residents holding their breaths as they waited to see what she was going to say. "Dr. Warren," she said. He picked his head and cleared his throat, putting down his tools.

"The kids okay?" He asked as she the door closed behind them.

Ben grabbed her hands. "The kids are fine. Just fine."

"Are you okay?"

She smiled. Concern was written all over his face and he looked adorable. "Everything is fine. Everyone is perfectly fine." Glancing up and down the hall, she saw that it was mostly empty. Touching the back of his head, she pulled him down for a heated kiss.

He moaned softly, pulling away. "Wait, wait, wait, you stopped me from working so that you could kiss me?" Miranda opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. "Because I'm grateful," he finished.

"Oh!" She slapped his shoulder playfully. "Come here for a second." Ben nodded as they moved down the hall finding a supply closet. Her heart pounded as they walked inside and she locked the door.

"What's going on?"

"I owe you an apology."

"You do?"

She nodded. "So, I'm sorry for biting your head off earlier."

Ben smiled. "Forgiven. Thank you," he said kissing her, pushing them to a wall. His mouth was on her cheek travelling down to her neck. "Now, is the apology the only reason we're in the locked closet?"

Miranda ran her tongue across her top lip. "No."

"So?"

"I'm doing the study," she said looking at him under the harsh lighting. If they didn't move for another minute, the lights would go off, leaving them in the dark.

"DeLuca's study?" He asked. She could see the intrigue in his eyes.

Miranda nodded slowly. "Shocked?"

"Stunned." They laughed together. "And so turned on."

That much she knew. She could feel him through his pants and her own. The couple looked at each other for a long time before he leaned in to kiss her. Ben's hands were on her back, lifting her blouse and finding skin. "Ben…" Miranda said taking a step back.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm nervous," she admitted sighing against his shoulder.

"I suspected as much." He hugged her. "Just remember that it's in the best interest of science." She swallowed. "And you could always pretend that it's me doing what I do," he said with a smile.

They laughed, kissing again. She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost time to meet Carina. "Jeez! Now, I have to go."

"Don't leave me this way," he sang softly in her ear. His hold tightened and she moaned.

"We'll have the house to ourselves when you get home," she reminded him.

"Go on."

"No kids. No need to be quiet. For hours and hours," she said kissing him quickly.

Ben growled. "Make sure you get your rest because you are mine when I get home."

Miranda blushed. "Promise?" She moved toward the door before they could start up again.

"One more thing."

"What's that?"

"Can I watch?"

"Maybe when I get home," Miranda told him with a wink as she left the room.

Covertly, she headed toward the room that Carina was using. "Dr. Bailey!" Carina said.

Miranda's eyes widened and she closed the door quickly. "Shhh!"

"Sorry, sorry," Carina apologized. They walked through the second door and Carina opened a small case full of sex toys. Miranda grinned slyly. "Preference?"

"Hmmm…" She mused out loud, "I'll take that the silver one. Or should I go blue? I'll do blue."

"Great choice, Chief."

Glad that she'd changed into her scrubs, she waited for Carina to move the divider before taking off her pants and covering herself with the blanket. "This thing is clean, right?" She joked.

"Of course, of course," the woman laughed. Carina poked her head from around the curtain. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Miranda was on edge. Never in a million years would she think she'd ever be doing what she was about to do. How was that for conservative? She got a bit more comfortable as the chill air hit her bare legs.

"Okay," Carina said handing her the toy, "I'll let you know when you can begin and then you..."

"Begin," Miranda finished for her. The two women chuckled. "Got it."

"Alright, Chief."

Miranda took a deep breath. "I can't do this."

"Huh? I can't hear you."

"You can very well hear me!"

"Huh?"

Miranda laughed as the machine started up and began sliding her backward. She shook her head. "I can't believe this," she mumbled.

"Do you need a picture of Dr. Warren?" Carina asked with a light laugh.

"I'm about to leave," Miranda said making a face.

"My lips are sealed."

"Thank you." Soft music started as Miranda closed her eyes and let her hands take over, warming her body. The setting was different, but the act was one she'd performed many times. She bit her bottom lip firmly and opened her legs, touching the toy to her clit, killing a moan before it escaped. She was still wet from her make-out session with her husband just twenty minutes earlier. Her mind went back to those moments, feeling him hard against her. "God," she said as she slipped the vibrator into her. Miranda remembered Ben's lips on her neck, kissing the spot that drove her insane with pleasure. "Yes!" With a click of a button, the small machine in her hand pulsed faster mimicking movements that her husband was known to put on her. She arched her back as she pushed it deeper, touching her slippery button at the same time. Her body jerked, riding a wave that had her breaths stuttering. "Jesus Christ." Having caught her breath, she said: "I'm finished."

"Great!" Carina said. A minute later, the machine was whirring and Miranda was sliding out. She lay there for a second, afraid her legs would crumple beneath her if she moved too fast. When she was dressed and had washed her hands in the sink located in the bathroom connected to the lab, Carina moved the curtain and presented her with a bag.

"What's that?"

"For your new toy. And, uh, you can look at your scans any time you want."

"I will, thank you."

"No, thank you for your service."

Miranda shook her head. "You're welcome."

"Come again," Carina said smiling.

Mirroring it, Miranda said: '"Terrible sex humor." At home, Miranda lay in bed, going over her day. Ben had texted and said that he was prepping for surgery. See you soon, she responded. Looking to her closet, she picked a pair of heels, a different pair than last time, but ones that wrapped her ankles, caressing her feet, making her feel sexy as hell. Getting back on the bed, she opened her drawer and pulled out her new friend. Definitely one of the better toys she'd owned. Just as she opened her legs, her husband walked through the door. She got flustered and dropped the vibe, closing her legs.

"I guess you didn't see my messages."

She wrinkled her brow, confused. "No." He pointed to her phone. Miranda picked it up.

Pushing her hair back she looked down to see a few messages from Ben: Surgery cancelled. Need anything? She licked her lips. Did you get my message?

Miranda texted back: No.

The last message read: I love the fuck me pumps.

Miranda gasped at the salaciousness of the text. "I thought the other ones were the…"

"Whichever ones you're wearing are them." Her husband had taken off his shirt and was climbing on the bed. "And don't stop on my account," he said kissing her bare shoulders.

"Well, I wouldn't have started," she told him calmly, "if I knew you were on your way. I just would have waited for you."

Ben grinned. "You never have to wait for me." He moved on top of her kissing her, easing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction. "Can I?" Not waiting for her to respond, he started up the toy, putting it on her thigh inching it upward. He used it to push her panties aside, pulling them down. "How was the MRI?"

The vibration hit her button and she inhaled slowly, her body inflating. "So… good."

"You think of me?" He asked putting his lips on her hot skin.

"M-maybe." Miranda smiled grabbing the top of his head as he worked, sinking into the bed, getting comfortable. He moved back up, hovering over her. "Hi," she said touching his beard.

"Hi." Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over.

"Ben Warren!" She said giggling. Her hands landed on his chest. Her shirt was up and over her head and Ben sat up, sucking her nipples. Lifting his hips, he pushed down his pants. They puzzled their fingers as Miranda lowered herself onto her husband. Her eyes rolled back as she inhaled him. "Ah, baby!" A tear escaped as she ground her body on his, feeling him deep inside of her.

Ben sat up, molding her ass and kissing her legs. "You called?" He asked in her ear. Their hips moved together as their lips did the same, slowly and bursting with passion. Miranda loved how he held her. How his hands just knew where to be to bring her pleasure. He picked up the vibrator, putting it between her legs, sending a shock through her body. "You're not playing fair," she moaned in his ear.

"I don't care," he said as the humming got louder.

"Ben," she whispered putting her lips on his chest, bouncing on top of him slowly at first and then faster.

Miranda dropped to her knees and he grunted. "Damn, baby. You feel amazing."

"And?"

"You look so fucking sexy in those heels," he groaned biting her bottom lip gently.

"And?" She begged, beating on his chest. "Oh, my God! I can't hold it in anymore."

"Let go, my love."

Miranda pushed him flat, lying on top of him, squeezing her muscles around his organ. "Fuck me," she said forcefully in his ear. She climaxed with high-pitched scream that made him shudder and hold her tighter.

"Shit, Miranda!" He exclaimed, his hips bucked as he came aggressively, sitting up and driving his lips into hers, licking her bottom lip before she opened her mouth, accepting him. Sweat glazed her forehead and Ben swiped it. "You're so beautiful."

"Oooo!" She shuddered as he kissed the tops of her breasts. "So are you," she said as they laughed. Miranda rocked her hips slowly.

"Tell me something."

She focused on catching her breath. "Yes?"

One of his fingers circled her as she winced, pushing his hand away. "Then stop," he countered.

"Fine. You baby." She lifted herself off of him and lay backward, her head at the foot of the bed. "So, what was your question?"

"Which one of your orgasms was better?"

"That's easy," Miranda laughed. "It's always better with you."

"Good answer."

"Would you ever do something like that?" She inquired though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

He grinned. "Only if it was okay with you."

"Could I… watch?" She asked throwing his question back at him. Miranda saw him blush and a chill swept over her.

"Yes," Ben replied grabbing one of her legs, his hands trickling over her ankles, kissing the top her feet, unbuckling her shoe. "These are a threat to society," he said as he slipped it off, putting it on the nightstand. He began massaging her foot. Moving to her other leg, he did the same thing, turning her on once more.

"That feels good," she moaned. "Thank you, sweetie."

Ben twisted his body around hers and soon they were both asleep. His loud snoring woke her up. Getting out of bed, she put on her robe and made her way to the kitchen. She pulled out two bowls and plopped two warm brownies in them, topping them with vanilla ice cream. "Are you in the kitchen?" Ben called from the bedroom.

"Maybe."

"I'll have whatever you're having," he responded.

"You don't even know what I'm getting!" She shouted back, shaking her head.

"I want some anyway please." As the evening drew later and later, wife and husband lay in bed eating their sweets and watching a movie. Miranda looked over at him occasionally, in awe of the fact that she got to spend her life with a man who woke up and chose her every single day. A man that loved her and loved pleasuring her to the point that her legs were still wobbly even an hour later. She smiled into her bowl. "What are you smiling at, woman?"

"Mind your business, man."