The next morning Robert awoke, with a slight hangover and some pain in his ribs from the collapsing rubble and various other wounds during the last mission, and a beautiful, naked woman cuddling next to him with her head on his chest. This was definitely the best morning of his life. In the past he had never had a serious relationship, nor had he desired to have one. Solitude seemed to offer stability. He gently stroked her hair, and traced his fingers down her neck. She was perfect. She had made him better. He was constantly filled with, anger, rage, and hatred, but she calmed him. She began to stir, he soothing blue eyes opening. She looked at him, and a smile came upon her face. "hey" she said to him softly. He looked at her and said "hey yourself beautiful" and kissed her. They kept relaxing. "As much as I hate to say it we should probably get up, check up on the crew" said Robert. Miranda looked at him and said " Oh, no, you aren't going anywhere" she said as she assaulted him viciously kissing him. She crawled on top of him, and stuck a hand under the covers. "well now, looks like your...completely awake now" she said as she grabbed his crotch. Robert groaned as she began teasing him. She put her lips in his ear and whispered "tell me you love me." He smirked and said "oh I will, but if you want me to say it now, I may need some...motivation." She looked at him amused and said "well, if you wont co-operate, I guess you need...interrogating." She began to kiss his pecs, moving down to his abs, and even lower. He eventually gave in and they had a very productive morning.