Miranda pinched herself again to ensure that today truly was happening. As she stepped out of the carriage, Benjamin quickly swooped down and carried her in his arms. When an indecipherable exclamation escaped her, he teased, "It's tradition, darling, I must carry you across the threshold."
"I declare, Mr. Warren, you may just have some romance in you," she tauntingly returned.
He carried her through their doors and placed her lovingly on their new bed. Leaving only for a moment to close the door, he was back lying next to her in a flash. "Why Mrs. Warren, I'm going to romance you right out of that dress."
A thrill shot through her at being called Mrs. Warren, but also as she contemplated what was to come. Coming back from Adwick Castle had been bittersweet. Escaping Eliot and beginning their engagement was certainly a blessing, but it also came at great cost. In the months leading up to their wedding, they no longer had the benefit of adjoining rooms. So, sensual interactions were limited.
Still, it made tonight all the sweeter. As she felt his naked body rub against hers, all senses came to life. Her nipples were aching for attention, her womanhood, burning for his touch, both of which, he more than satisfied as the night progressed.
After reacquainting themselves with the other's body, he pressed his erection between her legs. "You're so wet, my love, do you know how badly I want you?" he whispered.
"Please…please come inside me," she moaned. As he pushed further and further of inside her, she arched back. Once fully in, he laid on top for her to adjust.
"Does it hurt," he asked, concerned.
"I'm fine now," she insisted. "You can start moving…in fact, I need you too." Not waiting for him, she started to move her hips. Sliding up and down his hardness was making her tingle all over. When he began to move in the same rhythm, she nearly lost it.
"Miranda, you feel amazing," he gasped out as his body drove her on.
Totally lost in the pleasure and mostly incoherent, she could only respond, "You…also."
His thrusts became more intense and finally she let go and came in a numbing climax, crying out in ecstasy. A moment later, he followed her, his muscles tensing as he released into her with a grunt and then collapsed on top. After laying there together, bodies slick with perspiration, he asked, "Was that enough romance?"
"More than enough…for now. But I'll require an extensive amount of practice every day, just so you're aware," she answered.
"No more practice, everything now is the real thing," he insisted.
"In that case, I'll need a lot of real experience; I fear I'm quite behind."
Kissing her gently, he replied, "I'm more than happy to oblige, Mrs. Warren."
Present 2010
"Who is this? " Jessica asked looking at a black and white painting of a woman with a white hat with a red cross on the center. She looked at the other paintings of her with a mask and gown on.
This one is beautiful. It says it was painted by the same last name as hers." The young girl pointed to the colored painting of Miranda.
"Yes, that was her husband Benjamin Warren, who painted it. "
"This is Miranda Bailey Warren. The first female surgeon and she is the known for the Bailey method. Solving fistulas." Stella told her.
"Wow. She is amazing." Jessica said reading her biography.
"She really was, I have had the privilege of reading some of her hand written journals."
"How ?"
"She is your great great great grandmother and is she the mother of general surgery."
"She has an awesome love story about her and your great great great granddad too, that she wrote. I can't let you read until you are about 16 or 17."
" What's it called." Jessica asked pushing her glasses up on her nose.
"Washington." Stella responded as they walked out of the Science and Medicine history museum.
