more than i can hold in my heart.

kiss me more

a/n: in the name of doja cat and sza's new single, 'kiss me more.'

welcome to planet her! stream kiss me more!!

fluffy benley <33

-jyka💕

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Ben had Miranda pinned to the bed. Her legs were open, accommodating his body. Their lips were locked in a passionate exchange, tongues clashing, roaming around each others' mouth.

They don't usually make-out this intensely in an on-call room but it had been a long day and both of them needed to release some tension.

Miranda moaned as her husband's hands went under her scrubs. Ben's fingers crawled up to her abdomen, the contact filling her with warmth. "We… should s-stop," she said breathlessly, as he pulled away, trailing kisses down her neck.

"Should we?" His voice was muffled in her neck, and the vibrations made her whimper. "I don't think we should."

"Ben," she whined, moving her hips towards his, looking for friction.

"Yes?" He chuckled, biting at her cleavage. Miranda moaned.

Caught up in their activities, they jumped apart at the sound of a pager beeping.

Ben, who was more startled by the sound, fell from the bed, making them stare at each other. He was on the floor, and she had her mouth open, shook by what just happened.

A second passed, and Miranda burst out laughing. "Oh my God, baby, are you okay?"

He blinked at her, and smiled, watching her laugh. His leg hurt, and he thought he hit his head slightly on the floor. "I- what just happened?"

Miranda kept laughing. She sat up on the bed, and kneeled down with him on the floor. Her doctor instincts made her concerned, but the teasing wife in her, found all of this amusing. "Where does it hurt?"

Ben groaned. "I don't even know."

"Tell me," she frowned, trying to look for injuries that may seem serious. "Did you hit your head?"

He nodded. "Just a little bit. But I'm fine, don't worry."

She bit her lip. "Are you sure?" She leaned in, stroking his head. It made him smile.

"Mm-hmm." He smiled, pulling her in for a kiss. They pulled away, and his eyes wandered down at her chest. The kneeling position she was in gave him a view of her cleavage, and he desperately wanted to continue their activities.

Miranda noticed where he was looking. "Oh! Oh, no. I am being paged, Ben Warren."

He pouted. "Kiss me more, Miranda. I'm injured."

She rolled her eyes. "You're fine."

"Please?" His eyes looked into hers.

She rolled her eyes again, and stood. "No."

Ben smirked, and grabbed her hand, pulling her on top of him. Miranda squealed at the motion, and hit his shoulder. "Ben!"

"Oh, I think you should be saying my name for a different reason." His hand roamed around her body, and settled on her ass. He smiled at her and squeezed.

Miranda bit her lip to contain the moan coming out from her throat. Ben's other hand pulled her lip from between her teeth, making her breathless. "Ben, I have to go," she whined.

"Just a little longer." With that, he pulled her in for a kiss as passionate as the ones before it. He grazed his teeth on her bottom lip, and her hands grabbed at his face desperately trying to move him closer to her.

After a few minutes more of sloppy, hurried, needy kisses and slow grinding, her pager beeps again, making them pull away with a smack.

Ben looked at his wife, smiling at her dilated pupils, her swollen lips, her hair in disarray, and her chest moving up and down in hurried breaths. She looked properly kissed, just as she should be. "I should go," she said, licking her lips, and looking down at his.

"Yes, you should," he pecked her lips a couple of times, before pushing her up. They stood together, matching smitten smiles worn on their faces. They fixed each others' appearances, before heading out the room.