You've Got It Bad Girl

"And we're all done," Miranda said aloud more to herself than to anyone else. "Care to close, Grey?"

"Yes, Dr. Bailey."

"Excellent." Miranda scrubbed out and walked off to find her mentor. He was standing by the nurse's station. "Um, Chief?"

"Mm, Bailey," he said without looking up.

"Are there any more patients?" She asked secretly hoping that her smooth-turned-wild day would be over.

He looked over at his assistant. She nodded slightly. "You're free to go."

"Thank you, Chief." She turned on her heels.

"But I think your boyfriend is in OR 1," he said to her back. Miranda stopped walking, her face reddening.

"Thank you, Chief."

"He asked about you, er, a little over an hour ago," Richard said. Miranda still hadn't turned around, but she imagined that he was pulling his glasses off of his face. "He told me to tell you that he'd meet you back at your house."

Miranda coughed and moved away from the conversation quickly. She went back to the locker room and put back on her street clothes. She checked her phone again. Ben had sent her a text message hours ago: I shouldnt be too long so Ill meet you back at your house?

She sent him a message back: Okay. Ill start the burgers.

Miranda sat in her car, hungry and more than slightly tired. She turned the key of her car and headed back to her house. Wine. That's what she needed. In the house, she took off her sweater and poured herself a glass of wine while she put on the burgers. She flipped them before pulling out a bun. She didn't want to start eating without Ben, but if she didn't get some food in her stomach, she was going to pass out. It smelled so good. Miranda slid a burger onto a bun, putting a piece of cheese on top. She could practically taste it. From the kitchen, she heard the doorknob to her front door jiggle. Miranda stood up and walked towards it. The door opened and Ben walked in. Such elation washed over her as she watched him close the door. For a second she imagined a future in which he unlocked the door to their house every night. And in which they were just as happy as they'd ever been. He looked as exhausted as she felt. Miranda grinned as he hugged her tightly. "I was just about to eat without you, Ben Warren," she said kissing his cheek.

"You could have. I would have forgiven you." They went into the kitchen and Miranda fixed their burgers, adding salad to their plates. "Thank you." She said a quick prayer before they dove into their food. They ate in silence before Ben spoke: "This is so good."

"Thanks, baby" she said blushing.

"Your bed is awfully comfortable."

"Thanks, but you already knew that."

"Even, uh, even without sheets or covers."

Miranda put a hand to her forehead. "Jeez, Ben! Sorry! Yeah. I... totally forgot."

Ben laughed and held out his hand across the table. Miranda took it and walked around the table. He pulled her into his lap. She leaned down to kiss him. "Apology accepted."

"So where did you sleep?"

"Well, I only got about an hour in, but I slept on the bed."

Miranda dropped her head onto his shoulder. "I'm embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the girlfriend who forgot to put sheets on the bed so her boyfriend would be comfortable."

"Trust me; I was very, very comfortable." Ben kissed her arm. She moved from his lap and walked out of the room. "Where're you going?" Ben called from the kitchen. Miranda ignored him and kept walking. She went up the stairs. She went to the closet in the hallway and pulled out a set of sheets and a comforter. "I'll help you with that." Ben's voice startled her and she dropped what she was holding onto the floor. He reached down and picked it up handing her the huge comforter while he took the sheets.

She dropped the comforter on the floor as he fanned the sheets on the bed. "Thanks for helping me with the bed."

"Well, it's partly my fault that it's naked in the first place."

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Partly." Miranda crawled across the bed, hooking on the fitted sheet.

"Love the view," Ben said. She waved him off. When they finished with the sheets, she grabbed the comforter, wrapped it around her body and fell onto the bed. Ben moved closer to her. "Are you going to share that?"

"No."

"Fine."

"What time do you go in tomorrow?"

"Bright and early. 8 o'clock in the morning. You?"

"Same." Miranda unraveled herself from the covers. She threw some of it over Ben.

"Thanks." Ben rolled to her side of the bed. He pushed his warm body against hers, his strong arms embracing her. She shuddered. "You're good?" She nodded. Ben kissed the back of her neck, running a hand across her hip and down her side to her thigh. She bumped her body into his, making him groan in her ear. Miranda bit her bottom lip and bumped him again. "You'd better stop," he managed to get out.

"Or what?" She answered.

"Nothing," Ben said casually. He continued to hold her. Miranda poked her lips out. That's not how it was supposed to go. She had been trying to bait him and had failed. What she wanted was to make love to him again. She smirked to herself. But she didn't want to say that out loud. What would he think of her? Probably that she was some kind of sex maniac. She wanted him to just know that she wanted to feel him and want the same thing. She stayed quiet, absorbed in her thoughts. "What are you thinking about?" Ben asked yawning.

"Just… thinking about the day," she lied.

"Anything else?" She gathered some courage and turned around to face him. Now wasn't the time to be coy. Her body needed him, she wanted to feel the same way she'd felt last night. She needed to know that it wasn't a onetime sensation. Miranda kissed him passionately. She felt his chest, his heart beating out a rhythm on her palms. "Woah," he said after she pulled away. "Forgive me."

"For what?" She asked tucking hair behind her ear.

He smiled a little. "For the very bad thoughts that I'm thinking."

"And they are?" She asked. She was beyond turned on.

"There are still some things I want to do to you." Miranda started to speak and Ben put a finger to her lips. "But I know that we have plenty of time, that's why I'm trying to have some patience." Miranda shook her head. "No?" He asked his eyes widening.

"I mean, we have time, but I've spent enough time waiting and being patient." That felt good to say. It was a relief to be honest about how she felt about him. She wasn't used to holding back and was getting used to sharing her thoughts with Ben.

"Okay." Ben nodded a little and kissed her deeply. He reached behind her and lifted up her shirt. His cold hands on her back made her jump. "Cold?"

"Yes!"

"Let me warm you up," he said. He moved between her legs and helped her to a sitting position. Miranda's desire for Ben was so strong, she felt a tugging in her stomach and her legs were turning to jelly. He pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. He tossed it across the room. Miranda watched it flutter to the floor. With his help, Miranda pulled his shirt off, too, and stared at his chiseled chest. Her fingers ran across every ab. Her body was throbbing. Ben unfastened her jeans, pushed them down and pulled them off along with her panties. His hands touched her thighs moving her closer. Ben got off of the bed and dropped his jeans. He reached into her drawer and pulled out a condom and put it on. She couldn't wait anymore and got off of the bed as well. She stood on her toes and kissed him, feeling him rise against her. He rubbed her back and put his hands under her butt. In one quick movement, he sat her on top of her nightstand.

Miranda felt her heart nearly exploded. There was so much adrenaline pumping in her body. She gasped as he inserted himself into her, rocking the dresser back. It hit the wall, probably leaving more than a few marks on her wall, but she didn't care. The connection that was occurring was worth it. "Yes, Ben!" She crooned, putting her arms around his torso, feeling the muscles in his back contract as he made love to her. Slowly and Fiercely. Miranda's back was against her wall and her legs were wrapped around his body, pulling him deeper. She touched him in every place she could get her hands. Ben kissed her neck. When his beard rubbed against her skin, it made all of the hairs on her entire body stand up. Miranda whined. Her hand ran across his head and she held him.

"Damn, girl!" Ben grunted. Miranda smiled into his shoulder, taking in his scent. She put her lips on his broad, muscular shoulders. "Kiss me!" He demanded. Their lips moved together hastily. His tongue traced a line down her neck and he kissed her clavicle. Miranda was breathing heavily as he kissed her breasts. Ben bit her nipples gently, enhancing her climax.

Her lips found his again. She opened her mouth wide and screamed into his mouth. "Ahhhhh, Ben! Shi-yesss!" He chuckled as he sped up, thrusting in and out of her and making the nightstand rock back and forth. Miranda was sweating and her sweat mixed with Ben's. Ben touched the back of her neck, gently pulling at her hair; her head going backwards. "Ohhh! Myy! God!"

"Unh-huh!" Ben growled, kissing her throat tenderly.

She reached down and stroked him a few times before he came, screaming out several obscenities into her chest.

Miranda licked her lips once and smiled. "I love you," she said quietly in a raspy voice.

Ben gave her a weird look before grinning. "I love you, too." He kissed her again, softly.

He dropped his hands to her butt and squeezed. She squealed as he lifted her up, still inside of her and moved her to the bed. She bounced a little as he dropped her on the mattress. "And, now, you don't even have to change your sheets." Her mouth fell open as he laughed. She hit his chest. Ben climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes, kissing her chin. "No more tears?"

She closed her eyes. One thing that she didn't want to be was reminded of was when she cried after sex, the tears coming down her face after her body had felt pure pleasure. "Shut. Up. Ben Warren." Miranda pushed him off of her and turned on her side. Their heads were on opposite ends of the bed.

"I'm just saying, the first time we made love, you cried," he said resting his head on her butt. She ran fingers across his hair.

She could feel him staring at her; she stayed quiet. Ben thought she was asleep. Miranda felt her cheeks get hot and she smiled. "I know you're not talking."

"What?" He asked sleepily.

"I saw a tear in your eye, too," she said lying on her back. Ben's head fell on her thighs. She reached out and stroked his cheek. Sometimes it was still so unbelievable that the man she'd once had a small crush on was in her bed, holding her and making love to her.

"No."

"Uh, yes!"

He kissed a trail on her body up to her lips. "Eh, you might be right." She opened one eye. "Hey, you made me feel good, too." Miranda closed her eye and kissed him. She shivered and as if by the magic, the comforter covered her. She took a deep breath and yawned. "You're tired. Maybe I should go so you can get some rest."

Miranda's mind was spinning. She wanted to tell him not to go. And even though it'd only been one night, she'd gotten used to sleeping in his arms. "Don't go. Please," she answered. "We can put on a movie."

Ben nodded. "You like me," he sang.

"Shut up," Miranda said again, smiling. She grabbed the remote off of her nightstand and pointed it at the TV, turning it on. She held it out for Ben to take.

"You pick something, beautiful," he told her stretching. Miranda snuggled up next to him and flipped through the channels finally landing on Enemy of the State. "This is a good movie." She nodded and relaxed in Ben's arms.

"How was surgery?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah, a guy fell from the third story of the site."

"Ooo!"

"Yeah, he kept coding. And Altman couldn't keep his heart going long enough for Shepherd to perform the craniotomy."

"Damn."

"Yeah." Ben's fingers played with her arm. "What about you?"

"A teenager, first day on the job. A lady on her way to work and the site's foreman."

"Wow."

"I know. And thus, I am exhausted."

Ben took the remote from her hands and turned the TV off. He tossed the remote to the edge of the bed. "Let's get some rest, then."

"Okay." Miranda inhaled deeply and exhaled in the darkness. Her mind was filling with all sorts of thoughts like it usually did before she went to sleep. But the main ones were about her relationship with Ben. She wondered how long would they last? Even though Tucker had apologized for his wacky behavior, the idea that she'd push Ben away still haunted her. She wasn't keeping him at a distance anymore, but how long could she keep him interested? He was a doctor so he understood long days and even longer nights, but how many dates could she miss before he started to get frustrated? So deep into her thoughts, she didn't hear him speaking to her.

"Baby?"

"Yeah? Yeah. Sorry."

He smiled. "I'm going to go down and clean the kitchen."

"I'll do it in the morning."

"No, you cooked. I got it. I'll be back." He started to move away from her and she grabbed his arm. "Yes?" He winked. He knew why she was holding onto him. "I promise, I'm coming right back." He kissed her chin and rolled out of the bed. He picked up his t-shirt and tossed it at her.

"I already have one of your t-shirts."

"Put it on, woman!" He growled with a smirk. Miranda loved to boss people around, but, and she wouldn't admit it to just anyone, there was something about being bossed around in the bedroom. It turned her on and made her feel sexy. She smirked and did as she was told. "When we get married and I tell you that I'd give you the shirt off of my back, I hope you remember that I already did." Miranda stared at him in disbelief. "What?" She continued to stare. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Y-you… you said when," she told him. He was still confused. "You said when we get married."

"Well, I didn't mean that it's set in stone or anything, uh, or expected—" She frowned. "But, you know… and now you think I'm backtracking." Ben put his hands to his head and climbed back into the bed. He touched her shoulders. "I'm not saying that we have to get married or that we won't." He sighed and Miranda laughed at his blabbering. "Don't…"

She started laughing and when she started, she couldn't stop. Tears streamed from her eyes. Ben laughed as well and their laughter shook the bed. "I knew what you meant.." She put on the shirt. "Go and clean my kitchen please." Ben nodded and kissed her cheek and walked out of the door. Miranda pulled the covers up to her neck and turned on her side. She felt so relaxed. A smile crossed her face as she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. She didn't hear Ben come back into the room or whisper her name before he fell asleep himself, but she felt him, felt his presence and her body softened as his arms wrapped themselves around her. She was satisfied.