Cortana unlocked the front door and opened it, letting Chief in. She followed, locking it after them. He went straight for the bathroom, finding a pair of her tweezers. He used them to pull the bullet from the back of his right shoulder. Then he washed them off and returned them to the place he'd found them.

John walked down the stairs to the first floor and threw himself onto one of the large couches, making himself comfy. Before long, Cortana came from upstairs and walked over to him. She was wearing clothes for once.

"Get up." She said.

He obeyed, only to have her wrap her legs around his waist. He grabbed her, holding her there tightly. He gently lay back down, keeping her on top of himself. She tugged at his civvy shirt, slipping it over his head. She tossed it aside carelessly. Then she ran his hands along every inch of his upper body. She got off of him, slipping her hands in between his skin and his belt. She felt her hands down to his hips. Then she pulled her hands back out and unbuttoned his pants, undoing the zipper. She slid them from him and tossed them lazily to the floor. The only clothing left on his body now was a pear of gray underwear.

Cortana ran his hands along his hips and legs, sexily. Then she grabbed the edge of his underwear and pulled it down his legs, dropping it to the floor. She ran her hands along his penis and butt.

Then she gazed at him expectantly. "Your turn."

John uneasily unbuttoned her shirt and brushed it off of her arms, letting it slip onto the floor beside his own clothes. Then he slid her pants down her thin legs and dropped them too. He undid her bra and slid the straps of it from her shoulders, tossing it aside. Last of all, he slid her panties down her legs and dropped it to the floor.

Cortana let out an inaudible murmur and snogged him amorously. She caressed his penis and abs, while he just hugged her. She continued doing this to him for awhile, allowing him to shift his arms around a bit. One ended up on her hip and the other around the back of the neck. Her soft hand, the one on his penis, pulled slightly, making him moan. He felt her lodge the penis into her vagina. He heard her sigh and then let out a groan, kissing him harder.

*X*

She let out a high moan as she shoved his penis in further. She felt John's uncertainty, remembering that'd he once said that he'd never even loved before. She reached both hands up, massaging his abs.

*X*

This lasted until eleven o'clock, when they began to get tired. John was beginning to struggle to keep his eyes open and saw that Cortana could tell.

"Tired?" She asked.

"Yeah." He admitted.

They pulled apart and Cortana picked up her clothes, climbing up the stairs. John laid there alone for a minute before putting his own back on. He struggled up the stairs and walked into Cortana's room, finding her there.

"One last question." He began. "Where did you put my armor?"

"It's in the main closet on the second floor." She told him.

"Thanks." He murmured before exiting the room.

John went down to the second floor and found the large, walk in closet. He let out a groan as he saw how big it was. He strolled through it, finding his green armor in the back. He gave a small smile. Deciding that it was best for him to suit up now rather than in the morning, he began to put it on. He did it from his feet to his chest. He grabbed his helmet, examining it. He carried it out of the closet, closing the door. Then he headed back up to the room he'd been trapped in and laid down on the twin bed. He fell asleep looking at the helmet.