Possibenley's

Coping pt.1

Ever since Dean's death, Ben has not been coping well. He doesn't talk about much and has put his all into fighting for Pru. Miranda noticed her husband's lack of coping and knew from experience that he needed to start dealing with it. But it seemed like every time she brought it up, they ended up having sex. She wasn't complaining because the sex was great but she wanted to make sure her husband was okay.

Tonight Ben and Miranda were off and had the house to themselves which was a rarity these days with their teenage boys and Pru. The boys were off at a friend's house working on a project and the Miller's were still holding on tight to Pru. 

Taking full advantage of this rarity, Ben and Miranda, decided to enjoy a movie and each other's company. "Ben, can I pick the movie?" Miranda asked sitting down on the couch while Ben got the popcorn. "No Miranda! The last thing I need is you watching a scary movie and punching me in my sleep." He replied walking out of the kitchen, popcorn in hand.

 "Beennn" Miranda begged, doing her famous pouting face, and looked Ben straight in the face.  He tried so hard to avoid her glare, he let out a breathe "Fine Miranda" He said walking to sit on the couch. "Thank you" Miranda giggled scooting over to him to give him a hug. "I loveee you." She said exaggerating the love in her sentence. "Whatever" Ben chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "You're lucky I can't say no to you." 

This was so true and they both knew it. Ben would always be putty in his wife's hands. They snuggled in together Miranda's head on Ben's chest stretching her body out along the couch and, Ben had one hand on her thigh and held the popcorn bowl with the other. Once they were comfortable Miranda started the movie.

Throughout the movie, Ben would randomly place kisses on Miranda's head. Every time Miranda would look up at him and grin then return her attention to the movie. Once the first movie was over before they started the next movie Miranda thought she take this time to try to talk Ben into getting help. "Ben" She called looking up at him. "Yes?" He answered. "Are you okay?" "Yes Miranda, why what's wrong?" Miranda sat up. "I'm worried about you." She continued. "What do you mean?" He asked. 

"Well with everything that's going on, I don't think you've given yourself any time or space to grieve." Ben blew out a breath and shifted in his seat. "Miranda" He started. "I'm just saying when I had everything going on with me you pushed me to go to therapy so I..." 

Before she could even finish her sentence Ben crushed his lips against hers. "Bennn," she said into the kiss. He just continued to kiss her with more force and passion. Eventually, Miranda just gave in, and there she and her husband were making out on their couch like horny high school students. His hands started to travel all around her body. 

Her husband knew all her spots, before long she was hot heavy, and ready to go. It was something about this man that could turn her on by the drop of a dime. Before she knew he was kissing her neck in her space. Everything that she was planning to say had left her mind. All she could think about is what they were about to do. 

The more she thought about it, the more her wetness pooled. She looked down at her gorgeous husband who was now unbuttoning her blouse, leaving kisses after every button he unbuttoned. He knew how to get her going and he was doing just that. I worked her out of her shirt and her bra in under 5 seconds. Leaving a trail of kisses around her beast, he was taking his time and making her crave it. He finally took the right one and began to nibble and sick his heart's content. Miranda began to moan loudly, "Oh Benn" 

The louder her moans got the more encouraged Ben was, he switched to the left one as he palmed the right one squeezing it as he worked on the left. He gave her nipples such simulation as he licked, nibbled, and bite down on them. All Miranda could do was gasp at the feeling because it felt so so good.