Possibenley's

Sensations

Miranda had a headache that seemed to have lasted for the last few days. It would seem like it would go away and then come back stronger than better. It was so bad today that she had to leave work early. She called Ben to let him know that she was going home. He was so worried because he had been on a 48 and hadn't had a chance to see his wife. Lucky his 48 was almost over, so he was planning to meet her at home.

By the time Miranda got home, her headache had become paralyzing. She laid down in her bed, unable to move. It felt like everything hurt. She tried to focus herself to sleep, but nothing worked. So she just stared at the ceiling, praying that it would soon disappear. Tears pricked her eyes and threatened to fall, but she knew it wouldn't help; they would only worsen the pain.

Ben finally made it home. "Miranda! I'm home; where are you?" He called. Walking around the house, he found his wife stretched out across the bed. She looked like she was in so much pain. His heart ached; he hated to see his wife in pain.

"What's wrong? What do you need?" He asked, rushing to her side. 

"Lou-" "Too Loud" She damn near cried as she pointed to her head.

"Awe baby, you have a headache," He whispered. 

Miranda made a face that told him everything he needed to know. He went to get her a cold compress for her head, some Aspirin, and a glass of water. Once he returned, he helped her sit up to take the medication, and then he laid down with her, holding her close rubbing her body. Once they were lying down, he put the compress on her forehead. 

Thankfully, Miranda was soon finding some sleep. She lightly dosed off in the arms of her husband, content. Ben soon found himself asleep, too, tired from his 48. The happy slubber between the married couple didn't last long, as Miranda found herself wide awake again, but this time with a milder headache. 

She looked over to see her husband sleeping peacefully; god she loved that man and the love he had for her. Wasn't she lucky? Well, not at the moment with this seemingly neverending headache. Her movement must have awakened her husband because he began to stir.

"Feeling any better?" He asked with his eyes still closed. 

"A little, but not really," she replied, pouting.

Her husband's eyes slowly open, looking at her taking her in. An idea popped into his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What?" Miranda asked.

"I have an idea." He said, his smile turning inwardly. "I read somewhere that sex can help with headaches." He smirked.

"Ben Warren," She started.

"No, Miranda, I'm serious. Remember the natural oxytocin thing? It's kind of like that."

Miranda rubbed her temples. The pain was overbearing, hell, nothing else worked, so why not? She let out a breath. "Let's try it."

"Is that what you call foreplay?" Ben joked, and they both laughed.

"Ouch, stooopp. Don't make me laugh; it hurts." Miranda said.

"I'm about to make you do something else." He replied with a smirk. Miranda hit his chest, "I love you." She pulled him in for a kiss. 

Two beautiful orgasmic highs later, Miranda couldn't believe it, her biggest pest for the last few days was gone, and she was relieved. Looking over at her husband with a sappy smile, she began to place kisses all over his face. "I love you; I love you, I love you," she expressed. "Thank you so much!" "No, thank you," Ben said, pulling her into a big spoon, little spoon cuddle, settling his face on her neck, his favorite place. The happy couple soon was sound asleep, satisfied.