more than i can hold in my heart.

speak now (or forever hold your peace)

a/n : a little inspired by taylor swift's speak now except it kinda went off on its own at the ending???? so the title doesn't make sense if u read the story but it was the inspo so maybe it does??? idk

hope you like this !

Of all the things Miranda imagined this would go, she definitely did not imagine herself trying not to run out of air as she hid behind pastel curtains. Her nose itched dangerously, and she pressed her nose, hoping it would be enough to stop the dust particles from entering and invading her nostrils.

It failed, as she sneezed softly into her wrist. She froze, praying that she hadn't been heard. A second passed, then another, and then another, and relaxed.

She carefully tried to look through the curtains, seeing nobody in her vicinity. She moved to the side, revealing herself outside the curtains. She held her breath, and looked up and down the hallway. She's clear.

Now, where the hell was the groom's suite?

The past year had been unbelievably and painfully difficult. One moment, Miranda was in bed with her perfect boyfriend, when they were interrupted by the obnoxiously loud ringtone of Ben's phone.

Miranda arched her back off the bed, reaching her climax as Ben groaned in her ear.

They panted heavily into each other, their sweat mingling together.

He pulled out of her and laid beside her. She faced him with a satisfied smile, which only grew as he turned to look at her.

"God, woman." He shook his head, his chuckle sending vibrations down her spine. She couldn't believe it, he could still turn her on even as they finished a lovemaking session. "That was your best work yet."

Miranda laughed, the joy covering her body from head to toe in their afterglow. "You're one to talk." She felt his hand tracing circles on her naked hip, and she leaned up, kissing him softly.

He growled, the hairs on her neck rising. He turned them over so he would be on top, and their soft kissing turned into full-blown making out.

She giggled into his mouth and pulled him closer, ready for another round. Just as Ben pressed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his phone rang loudly.

They groaned, and Ben shook his head, continuing his path down her body. She whined, grabbing his head. "Ben..."

"What?" He asked, whispering the naughty things he'd do to her. Her body tingled in anticipation, but his phone rang again. "Dammit!" He put his head down on her stomach. He looked up at her, his chin resting on her navel. She giggled and he pouted. "Make me not answer it."

It rang for a third time, and while she wanted to take him right then and there, she sighed, pushing her damp hair back. "It's probably important."

Ben narrowed his eyes at her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "I hate you," he said as he stood up, murmuring complaints under his breath.

She smiled, watching his naked body as he looked down at his phone. "You love me," she sang, her eyes tracing his back, down to his ass. She bit her lip.

Miranda waited in bed, her mind going far and wide, but kept coming back to Ben. He was the love of her life, she was sure of that. After being engaged and cheated on a few years back, she never thought she'd still get the chance to love again, but this man had shown her every way she could. He had been perfect right from the start, which she had doubted, so she pushed him away, a voice in her head telling her it's too good to be true.