Rock the Boat

Miranda and Ben got on the elevator and rode up to their floor. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his head was on her shoulder. "Tired?" She asked kissing the top of his head.

"Would it be terribly terrible if I said that I was?"

"No, but I did have plans that did not include sleeping," she said quietly as they stopped on the second floor and a group of teenagers got on.

"Oh, really?" He said in her ear, holding her tighter. She nodded. "Tell me more."

"There are children," she said. The elevator stopped again and the kids got off and one of the hotel workers stepped into the elevator.

"No more kids," he whispered, biting her ear.

"Stop," she said giggling. The worker looked at them and blushed. "And this elevator is made of glass."

"That makes it so much more exciting and risqué, don't you think?" He asked bumping his body into hers. He was turned on and so was she. Miranda felt him stiffen up and she felt her nipples harden. She had awakened the monster inside of him and she loved it.

Ding! "This is our floor," she told him rushing off of the elevator. She kicked off her heels and Ben picked them up. Seeing that the floor was empty, she stopped walking.

"What? Something wrong?" He asked concerned. Miranda shook her head and took a step towards him, pushing him against the wall. She stood on her toes and kissed him. "Nope. Nothing wrong with that," he said in between kisses. His hands wandered up her back, feeling all of her curves, making her body melt into his. He turned them around, so her back was against the wall. Ben lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. "I love you so much."

"I love you," she responded as he lifted up her dress a little, running a hand up her thigh. "Let's get to our room before I take advantage of you in this hallway and they have to call security on us and we go to jail for indecent exposure." Ben laughed and took her hand and put it around his waist.

In their room, Miranda asked Ben to help her zip down her dress. "Oh my God, yes," he hissed in her ear. He moved the zipper down her back and started to peel it off her body. He kissed a line from one shoulder to the other making the hairs on her arms stand up.

Miranda stepped out of the dress. "Thank you," she said and she walked to the closet to hang it up.

"Good Lord, girl. I did not know you were wearing that," Ben said referring to her black bra and thong set.

"You picked it out!" She said with a loud laugh.

"But I did not know you were wearing it like that!" He'd taken off his suit and was only wearing his briefs.

She waved him off. Ben picked up a remote and pointed it at the TV and worked it so that music came through the speakers. Whitney Houston began to sing one of Miranda's favorite songs, "You Give Good Love," her voice reaching Miranda's heart. Now you're here like you've been before, and you know just what I need. Miranda touched her chest and her eyes began to water. It happened every time she heard the damn song. "I absolutely love this song."

Ben nodded with a smile. "I know." He walked over to her. "Can I have this dance?" He asked holding out his hand for her take. Take this heart of mine into your hands, you give good love to me, baby.

She looked at it. "Of course, baby. Let me just put—"

"Oh… no, no, no." He shook his head. "Nope," he said quietly. "Don't put on anything. You look so beautiful. Plus, there are no pajamas in there." She smiled and took his hand. He pulled her into his chest. His hand found her a space just above her butt. She looked up at him. They moved to the music. "I remember our first dance together as husband and wife." I was always searching for that perfect love.

"You do?" She said her voice raspy.

"Yes. I remember looking into your eyes and just knowing that what I'd done, committing my love to you and to Tuck was the best decision I'd ever made." Ben kissed her lips softly. "Everything was just perfect. You wer—you are perfect."

"I remember it, too." Our love is here to stay.

"Do you?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

Miranda licked her lips. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was sure that he could feel it, too. And hear it, even over the sound of Stephanie Mills who belting out the lyrics to the next song, "I Feel Good All Over." The beating was that prominent; it rang in her ears. He was holding her so close. She didn't think he'd ever let go. Two lovers holding on to something real, something so meaningful. "The way you looked at me that day—I've never seen anyone look at me the way you do, but that day, during our dance when it was just us, I saw how much you loved me. I f-felt it." Ben looked at her, smiling. And she blushed. It's no secret we're in love, even a little child can see. "Yeah, like that." It was Ben's turn to blush. "And you told me that you were glad that we'd taken dance lessons. And I said—"

"Lesson. Just one. Because we missed all the other ones." Miranda laughed softly, just like she'd done on their wedding day. Ben chuckled, too. "There's one other thing I want to tell you."

"What's that?" she asked looking into the eyes of her husband. I feel good all over. You and I have what others dream about.

"That your happy is my happy." Ben kissed her gently on the lips. Miranda put her hand on his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue swirled in her mouth; she moaned. Ben slid his hand along her butt, cupping it. "And this is my ass," he said putting his forehead to hers. Miranda smiled lazily and nodded. She was exhausted, but she didn't want to slow down, didn't want him to stop. "Your happy is my happy," he repeated softly.

Miranda tuned out the music, just like she'd done a year ago and focused on the man in front of her. An all-around good guy who took care of her and her son and was honest and just all the things that made him… "You are amazing," she said. She kissed Ben, running her hand up his strong, naked back. They continued to sway. Miranda dropped her hands and moved them down to his briefs. She felt his body contract and turned around, putting her back on his chest. Ben wrapped his arms around her, his hands traveling down the front of her body, over her breasts, across her stomach, grazing her stretch marks, between her legs and back to her butt. She could feel him getting hard and she ground her body against his. He squeezed her and walked them over to the bed. Miranda crawled on the bed with Ben right behind her. She fell on her back and looked up at him, admiring his brown skin, his muscles, his smile. "I love you with all of my heart," she told him as she pulled him down for a kiss.

"I love you like I can't believe," he growled. Ben's lips made their way to her chest and he unhooked her bra, tossing it across the room. He licked her nipples slowly as if tasting them for the first time. She arched her back as he sucked on them, filling his mouth as much as he could.

Miranda grabbed his head and pushed him down her body. He kissed the tops of her feet and then made his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses on nearly every inch he could reach. After a few years of being together and a year of marriage, Ben knew how to turn her on, what she liked, how she liked it, how far to go and just how fast. He pulled her thong off and took off his briefs. Lying beside her, he kissed her, hard, groaning into her mouth. Ben kissed her neck and then he kissed her cheek. He kissed and bit her chin gently. He climbed on top of her and pried her legs open. She gasped at the ferocity. "Ahhh," she moaned.

"You like that?" She nodded. "And I haven't even gotten started," he told her smiling.

"You know I'm impatient," she argued.

"I know, but it will be worth it," he told her.

Miranda smiled as he picked up one of her legs and slid into her. She inhaled sharply and felt Ben looking at her. She looked at him and he winked. He slowly moved himself in and out of her. "Yess," she said softly. Ben turned her a little so that her legs were going to the side, but her back was still flat on the bed.

He leaned down and kissed her, going deeper inside of her. She winced. "You're okay?"

"Just…," she said her voice trailing off as Ben changed his body position a little. "YES! There!" She screamed and ran a hand through her hair. He licked her breasts and she whined. The pleasure Ben was giving Miranda made her fall in love with him all over again. "Ahhhh!"

"Turn around," he demanded. His voice in her ear turned her so much; she didn't think she'd last. Miranda did as she was told. Ben put a hand on her back as he made love to her from behind. His hand caressed her butt cheeks, slapping them gently at first and then a little harder. Shit, she thought. Miranda bit her lip and whipped around, looking into his brown eyes with her own brown eyes. "You're good?" He asked. She nodded and threw her body into his and felt him collapse onto her. She smiled devilishly. As he continued to work, she did it again and she heard him say: "Fuck, Miranda!"

"That's… for making me waiting," she said in low voice. Ben held her waist, maneuvering her body until she was back in her original position. "OHMYGOD!" She squealed as he rolled them until she was on top, her legs straddling him.

"Smooth, right?" He said in her ear, kissing her face until he found her lips. Miranda slipped her tongue into his mouth as she rocked on top of him, speeding up their pace. Ben held her hips and sat up. "Slow down."

Miranda nodded and slowed down her movements. Miranda bit his chest gently. They kissed passionately; he was really a good kisser. Ben stroked her head and looked into her eyes. Miranda whined. The voice in her head was talking again: Tell him, Miranda. Another voice joined in: This is, ahh! Not the time. "Baby!" Miranda screamed as she felt several waves of pleasure coming through her body.

"Yes?" Ben grunted. He held her tighter and cursed into her chest as he orgasmed.

"Bennnn!" Miranda said as she closed her eyes tightly, a few tears falling down her face.

"Mmmhmmm? Mir..an..da!" Ben called out and kissed her again. He continued to hold her as he lay back down. He looked at her as his body finished shaking. An aftereffect shocked her body and she rocked on top of him a few times. He smiled. "You are so beautiful, baby." Miranda nodded and started to cry. "Oh no! Oh no! No, what's wrong, Miranda?" Ben pulled out of her. "What's wrong, Mirnada?" He asked again. She shook her head and turned on her side facing him. "Hey, hey, hey. Did I… hurt…?" She shook her head furiously. She wanted to tell him, but the words were getting caught in her throat. "You have to talk to me, Miranda." Ben pulled her closer and stroked her back.

Miranda grabbed the covers and used a corner of it to wipe her eyes free of tears and sweat. She pulled the covers and got out of bed, wrapping them around her. She went to the mirror and took a couple of deep breaths. "I-I-I'm not hurt. You didn't hurt me. You wouldn't do that. I'm cr-crying because I'm so happy." Ben got out of the bed, too. "You make me so happy."

"You make me happy, too," he responded, his eyes wide. "But, why—"

"I have something to tell you," she said cutting him.

"Oh, God! I messed up. I didn't mean to fight with you. Or leave school and worsen your OCD symptoms," Ben said talking quickly. He touched her shoulders and put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry, baby. I was just worried."

Miranda laughed. He thought she was leaving him. Nothing could be further from the truth. She reached into her purse that was on the dresser and searched until she pulled out Ben's last gift. It was tiny and fit right in the palm of her hand, the smallest of them all, but it contained the biggest surprise. She closed her fist around it and got back into the bed. Ben didn't know what was going on, but followed her anyway. "I'm not leaving you, Ben Warren."

He exhaled. "Good, but can you just tell me what's up? I just went from being concerned to being worried to being confused in a span of 10 seconds and all I want to do is hold you in my arms and spoon with you." Miranda blushed. Ben leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"I have another gift for you."

"Baby, no. You've given me enough. Please, don't even bother. I'm not accepting it." He waved his hands.

"You're going to laugh when you hear what it is," Miranda said as she started to giggle which turned into a hysterical laughter. Tears ran down her face. It felt so good to be so happy. After she finished her laughing fit, she said: "So you're refusing your gift even though I took the time to pick it out just for you?"

"You're guilting me," Ben said with a sly grin. Miranda smiled at him and he licked his bottom lip. "Alright. I'll be appreciative."

"Okay, uh... I'm going to tell you something and give you something and I don't want you to try to get a word in edgewise until I'm finished." Ben nodded. "Promise me."

He licked his lips. "I… I promise, Miranda."

Miranda nodded and took a deep breath.