In the Morning

He'd texted and said he was on his way. That had been a half an hour ago. Doing her best to stay awake, Miranda Bailey sat up in bed waiting for her husband, Ben Warren. Their schedules had been so hectic recently that she hadn't had a face-to-face conversation with him in almost three days. That alone had more than frustrated her. She was finally at a point in her career where she didn't have to work herself to death and she could take time for herself, her child and her husband and her damn husband wasn't even here. But tomorrow! Tomorrow they had a plan to play hooky and stay in all day for a much-deserved day of it being Miranda and Ben.

Tuck was already at his father's house for the weekend so they didn't even have to drop him off in the morning before they could begin their explicitly loud and heated day. Anticipation made her silently giddy as she flipped around the channels, landing on one of her favorite movies. Before the beginning credits could finish, she was asleep. Miranda didn't hear Ben come in, take a shower and get into bed behind her, snuggling into her back. In the middle of the night, she woke up to see him turned the other way and sighed. Well, at least they had the rest of the day.

The very distinctive sound of her husband zipping his jeans woke Miranda from her sleep in the morning. She looked over to see that Ben was already dressed and she was somewhat confused. Somewhat being completely because here he was tugging on his damn shirt. Pushing her frustration aside, she said: "Good morning, Mr. Fireman." Her soft and adorably raspy voice was that of a woman who needed a little bit more sleep.

He turned in her direction, a small smile on his lips. Ben never had to do too much to make her heart flutter. "Good morning, Mrs. Fireman," he responded, crawling onto the bed and jostling her body. He moved in for a kiss that she couldn't wait to accept.

"Mrs. Fireman?" Miranda inquired as their lips met for the first kiss. His breath was minty and made her lips tickle.

"Well, you're not Chief of Surgery anymore, so what do I call you?" She had no answer as she enjoyed his lips. He went straight for her bottom lip knowing how she liked it be kissed. She touched his face, desperate to deepen their connection—to remind him of their morning. He broke it and Miranda whined a bit to let him know that she was agitated. "I miss you."

Rubbing Ben's chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt, she told him: "I didn't even get to really see you last night. Where are you going? And why do you have to leave so early?" They used to at least have a little time in the mornings for a bit of fun. "Quick, fast and in a hurry" was the motto for days like that. Like Trauma, they kept it messy and it was only a temporary fix until they could grab a few hours to themselves.

"Why do you have to work so late?" He countered as he moved on top of her fully and her body reacted. Her center throbbed patiently waiting. Ben kissed her again, pushing his long frame into her smaller one as she nestled into the bed, holding on to him while their tongues explored with no end in sight. Maybe they did have time before he went on his way.

"But where are you going?" She asked again putting her mouth against his beard. "We had plans."

"I know, baby," he said as she kissed his neck. "But they need help over at 23 for the first part of the day."

"So, you were going to leave without telling me?"

He put his head down, smiling guiltily. "I just wanted you to get some rest." He leaned in for another kiss, but she turned her head and his lips landed on her jaw. "It's like that?" Miranda nodded. Ben caressed her cheek and gently forced her to face him. "Kiss me," he demanded with a wink.

She hated that a smile danced across her face because she was so pissed. His cologne drifted into her nostrils. Why did he have to smell so good? "I want you," she said letting her husband kiss her.

"It'll only be for a few hours."

"But I want you now."

He bit his bottom lip. "I only have like fifteen minutes," Ben started, kissing her softly, "and it's gonna take more than that to do all of the things I want to do to you."

Miranda slipped her tongue in his mouth while holding him hostage by his belt loops. "Fine, just leave me here all alone," she said looking at him with her eyes lowered. "Go."

"I'm going," he responded making no move to get off of the bed. Dropping his head into her chest, he kissed around searching for her nipples. When he finally found them, she let out a light moan and grabbed the back of his neck. Ben pulled back and they stared at each other with looks that could only be described as lust. She was tingling all over and wanted him in the best worst way. "And I want you, too."

"Then…?"

He checked his watch. "You're so damn spoiled," he grinned.

"I'm not," she whined proving his point. He snaked his hand beneath her nightshirt. Between her legs, he gripped one of her thighs making her flinch. Her tongue hurried across her lips.

Ben's mouth went to her ear, his warm breath liquifying her. "If you get off, can I go to work?" He asked in a voice that signaled that just slightly peeved and definitely turned on.

Miranda curled her toes and whimpered a near silent: "Yes."

Hoisting himself up, he unbuckled his jeans and she helped him push them down, her heart racing with anticipation. She wanted him so badly, her body could taste him. Her hand wandered along his length several times, hardening him. "That feels good, baby," he told her quietly.

"It'll feel much better in a few seconds," she teased, blushing.

"You don't have to tell me twice." She dropped a leg on his back, giving him access to the part of her that was jumping for attention. Tugging her panties aside, he entered her easily. She grinned and clutched his skin through his shirt. He tensed for a moment before relaxing in her arms. "Fuck," he grunted.

It never ceased to amaze Miranda how good having sex with her husband felt. But she relished it, loving every second. Opening her legs wider, she rotated her hips to receive more of him; she wanted every inch. "Yes, baby," she purred rubbing his back. They moved slowly at first taking their time getting into a rhythm. She slipped her hand between her legs, touching her slick slit speeding up the process.

Ben moved her hand. "You could have done that without making me late," he told her serving her deep strokes that had her calling out.

"Jesus Christ!" She shouted.

"Mmm-hmm." His tongue darted into her mouth as they sped up. "Wait, wait, wait. Let's switch positions," he said. "You're gonna take my legs." The two of them laughed and he rolled them over, putting her on top. He gripped her ass. "Yeah… that's better."

Lowering on him, she closed her eyes and dropped into his chest. "God," Miranda whispered as her spine shook. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she rode him. "Ben!"

"Yes, Miranda?" She released short, sharp breaths as a response. "I cannot hear you," he told her gruffly tightening his hold on her waist.

"Baby," she moaned sitting up, running her hand over her head pulling her scarf off. She rose and fell on him gently, steering herself to an inevitably pleasurable end.

Her husband sat up, creating a new angle and her body jerked. He kissed her. "I only have a couple of minutes, babe." Miranda nodded. "So, listen…"

"Y-yeah?" She asked biting her bottom lip. They were moving so slowly, it pained her to keep up this pace. She wanted to finish—needed to. "I'm listening."

"Good. I need you to tell me what you want me to do, baby." He raked his fingers in her hair, pulling it a little. Her muscles contracted on him, starting an orgasm. "You heard me, Miranda? Tell me."

She bobbed her head. "Make me come, baby," she said in a low tone. "Make me… ahhh… come." Her stomach filled with heat and Ben tilted his hips driving into her hard. "Shhh… it! Y-yes, baby!" she said in a staggered voice. Her toes balled up as the first wave came over her. She shoved her hands beneath her shirt going straight for her erect nipples. Ben did the same and they took turns playing with her breasts. "Oh, God! Oh, my God! I'm coming, baby."

"There we go," he said smiling into her chest. She rocked her hips furiously as she whined loudly mixing with his hushed groaning. They shared a kiss that was so passionate, a tear raced down her face. Did he know how to kiss or what?! He inhaled sharply. "Damn! Th… there it is. Fuck, fuck, Miranda!"

She continued to stir her hips as they came down from their mutual highs, moaning together.

With a glance to the clock, she saw that he only had a few minutes to spare, but she kept going until she heard him say… "Okay, okay, okay." He hit the bed with his hand, miming a tap out. Miranda giggled and leaned down for another kiss. Ben's hands went back to her butt, handling it skillfully.

"I love you," she told him in the voice that would have him wanting more.

"I love you," he repeated kissing her bottom lip only.

As she lifted from him, she could feel their combined juices dripping out of her and sliding over him. Her legs vibrated as she fell backward. Ben picked up one of her feet and licked her ankle, sending her into a small spiral. Gracelessly, he scaled up her body, placing kisses along the way. "Hi, handsome," she said to him when they were face to face again, smiling at each other.

"You're a pain in my ass," he accused jokingly.

Miranda shrugged. "And don't you love it?" Ben nodded before their lips met for the umpteenth time. He slithered behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't you have to get to work?"

"I'm going. I'm going. I'm going," he said against her neck making her body pop. Miranda pushed her butt into him. "Ahhh… Cut it out. I have to go."

"No one is stopping you."

"Yeah, now," he laughed. With a sigh, he moved off the bed going to the closet. "But when you're on your way to work and I want some…" He licked his lips. "I'll expect that you'll remember this."

They laughed as she situated herself at the head of the bed. Hugging his pillow, she watched as he changed quickly, checking his watch several times and cursing beneath his breath. "Have a good day, Mr. Fireman."

He climbed on the bed for a second time and kissed her softly. "Thank you, Mrs. Fireman."

Miranda smiled and settled into the bed intensifying the embrace. "No, no, no. Lemme go to work, woman. I'll be back."

"Fine. Leave. Get out," she said turning over.

He laughed and smacked her butt before heading toward the door. "I'll see you later."

"Yes, later," she repeated, happy and satisfied.