more than i can hold in my heart.

three times ben initiated hospital sex and one time miranda did

a/n : this was supposed to be a 4+1 thing but then i got lazy so it's now a 3+1 thing ! enjoy 💛

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i.

Miranda was walking down the hall, just after her meeting.

She was exhausted, but she wanted to go to an OR and cut. The whole morning, she'd been staring at paperwork and the faces of people who only meant business.

Looking down at her watch to see if she still had time before she went home, she passed by a door.

The door opened and she was being dragged inside.

Miranda yelped, recognizing an on-call room. She squirmed, and her heart rate increased as she felt hands on her body.

"Hey!" She turned around to see her husband's face. "Benjamin!"

He didn't respond verbally, but his lips were suddenly molded with his. Her body tensed in surprise, but relaxed instantly as his hands roamed down her body.

Ben groaned against her lips, and she sighed. Her hands went around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands went down to her pencil-skirt-covered-ass and she gasped in his mouth as he kneaded her flesh.

Their lips separated, and Ben dropped open-mouthed kisses from her cheek down to her exposed neck.

"Ben," she moaned. "D-don't leave a mark." She knew he wouldn't listen, but it never hurt to try.

He sucked on her pulse point, and she grabbed his shoulders, leaning to him for leverage. "You look so sexy in this skirt, baby," he whispered on her skin.

Miranda shuddered. "I-I had meetings all day, n-no surgeries."

Ben chuckled, sending vibrations through her skin. She felt him move her white coat off her, and she felt dazed, wanting to feel his hands all over her.

Soon, her blouse was off, leaving her with her bra and skirt on.

His fingers traced her abdomen, making her shiver. "Please," she breathed out. He smirked at her, and his hand travelled under her skirt, teasing over her soaked panties.

"Ben," she whined, squirming to get friction from his hands. "Come on."

He pushed his fingers up her hardened nub through her panties, and she gasped for air, clutching his arm. She moaned loudly, and instantly bit her lip, suddenly realizing they were still at work.

Miranda panted as his fingers circled her clit. She started to roll her hips, seeking pleasure she knew he could give her.

"Fuck," she murmured as he moved her underwear to the side, and pushed two fingers in her wet slit.

Ben started pumping inside her roughly. She held onto his arms, squeezing with every thrust. Her pleasure increased as he added another finger. His thumb rested on her moist nub, and she could feel her orgasm as if it was right on her fingers.

He moved his head, catching her lips with his as he moved his hand to the left, hitting her spot beautifully.

Miranda squealed, sucking on Ben's lips as she felt her orgasm crash over her in waves.

Stars appeared behind her closed eyes, and she didn't notice his fingers leave her.

When she opened her eyes, the door had closed, and she was alone in the room.

ii.

After the whole BCB debacle, and the spontaneous fingering she got from Ben, she'd explicitly told him - both times - that hospital sex was no more.