Why I Love You So Much

Miranda was the first one up. She said a prayer thanking God that everything was good and started to get out of bed. "Where're you going?" Ben asked, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed her hand.

"Just about to get ready for the day," she answered slowly. He shook his head. "I'm not?" He shook his head again, staring at her. Miranda leaned towards him.

"No, see… last night, we were too tired to make love. But there is plenty of time today." He kissed her neck and listened to her moan softly.

"But—but we have to, mmm, go to work. We are doctors after all."

He nodded in the nape of her neck. "But we don't have to go right now."

"Seriously, Ben Warren. You want a quickie before work?"

"Who said anything about it being quick?"

A noise escaped her mouth and she smiled while shaking her head. "Well, can I, at least, go and brush my teeth?" She said pushing hairs back into her ponytail.

"Oh, yeah, I'll come with you," he said and they went to the bathroom. "Good morning, baby," he said kissing her lips quickly after they finished brushing in their newly-installed his and hers sinks.

Miranda put her lips on her husband's chest as his hands wandered to the bottom of her shorts which stopped in the middle of her thighs. He pulled both sides up and grabbed her butt. "Oh... my God!" She said out loud. He caressed her butt and they made their way over to the bed. He kissed her deeply as they fell onto the bed. He helped her pull off her shirt and took his time kissing her breasts, making her squeal. Ben paid special attention to her nipples, circling them with his tongue. The pleasure was excruciating. She wanted him, needed him and she couldn't hold it any longer. "Ben… please… just—"

"Hush, woman!" He growled in her ear, making the hairs on her body stand up. "Let me do what I want to do." Miranda nodded. Ben kissed her lips, his tongue begging for entrance into her mouth. He kissed her bottom lip, turning her on and making her heart jump. Her hips moved slowly, grinding on him. He steadied them, shaking his head. She ran a hand along his spine that made him shiver. She knew that touching his back aroused him, made him harder than he already was. She did it again. "You're not playing fair," he said in a whispered voice, looking down at her.

"Who said anything about it being fair?" She responded quietly, looking into his eyes.

Ben pushed down her shorts and did the same to his own. He lifted himself up and stared at her body. "Damn, baby," he said and she blushed. "No, don't blush. I am so lucky that you love me. And every time we make love I'm reminded of how gorgeous you are." He leaned down to kiss her, his body pressing against hers. "I love you with no clothes on. You should be like this all of the time." She smiled and held him, his body firm in her arms. He readjusted himself and slid into her, making her body clench and then relax. Miranda and Ben found a slow rhythm, rocking together. He moved his hand along her head, smoothing back the unruly hairs. He kissed her again. "How's that feel?"

"So good," she said with staggered breaths. "Really good." She rubbed his head, it felt so good to be this close to him again. She was grateful.

"Lemme see if I can turn that 'good' into a 'good as hell'," he said with a seductive grin. He moved down a little and thrust into her a little harder, going a little deeper, letting her feel every raw inch of him.

"Shit!" Miranda called out, her toes curling. He was making her feel so good. Miranda locked eyes with her husband and pulled him in for another wet kiss.

"Fuuuckk!" Ben groaned.

He pulled out completely and inserted himself again, she cried out into his ear: "Ooohhh! My God! My God! Damn!" Ben moved faster and with every kiss, lifting Miranda's leg up a little. He sped up and she moved her hips as their bodies moved together. Ben kissed her chest, pushing her over the top and she screamed as she climaxed, hard, calling out his name.

"MMmhmmm," he said orgasming right after her. He stayed inside of her as they turned on their sides to face each other.

"Good morning to you, too," Miranda said with smile. The couple laughed and then they were quiet. "I want to stay in bed with you all day long," she told him, touching his face and stroking his beard. He needed a shave.

"Let's call out." She glared at him. "Just this once. I promise."

Miranda thought about it. "How about we just go in later? Like late, later. I think Grey is on-call. I can take her shift." He nodded. They made their respective phone calls and got back into bed. "I love you, Ben Warren," she said suddenly as they were wrapped up in each other.

"I know," he said lazily, trickling his fingers along her arm. She started to speak again. "I know that, too." She nodded. "We're over it. We're past it." He kissed her, running his tongue along her collarbone.

"Yeah, but just one thing," she said.

"What's that?"

"You yelled at me." She poked her lips out, pretending to pout.

He laughed. "Yeah, I did. You pissed me off," he said adding bass in his voice.

"So is that your thing now? Yelling?" She ran a hand down his chest and to his stomach.

"No, you know that I'm not a yeller," he said while kissing the tops of her breasts. "I let you do all of the yelling and the screaming." Ben raised an eyebrow and smirked at his wife. She playfully hit his chest. "Why? Did it turn you on?"

She felt a slight twinge in her stomach when he said that. "It did," she admitted.

"Mmm, and just how much did it turn you on?" He asked, allowing his hands to roam below her waist, her body jumping at his touch. Miranda began to tell him how much his yelling had shocked her and aroused her as they made love again. And again. And again.

Falling onto the bed after their last session, Miranda turned to her husband. "So, you've forgiven me?"

"Yes, yes, I have," he said putting a hand on her butt.

She pushed it away. "No, seriously."

"I am. Of course I have," he answered putting his back. "Honestly. You're my wife, I love you. The last few months have been tough, the last few weeks have been hard, but we're a better and stronger unit because of it, Miranda." Miranda felt tears pierce her eyes. She was so blessed to have found this man, who understood her, was in love with her and who called her out on her crap. A tear rolled down her face onto their burgundy, cream and dark brown bedspread, the first one they'd picked out together. He wiped her face. "If you don't stop crying, you're gonna make me cry, too."

Miranda laughed and leaned over and kissed the man in bed with her. "Say you love me."

"I love you. Baby, you know I love you," he responded grabbing her hand underneath the covers, touching her wedding ring. "Do you love me?"

A smile broke across her face. "Yes. I love you and I will always love you."

"Good. That's all we need to know," he said and they fell asleep.