It was Miranda's day off, and Caprice was fussy. So she settled down in her rocker with a cup of tea and the baby. After an hour, her tea was cold but the baby was asleep. She eased out of the chair and placed Caprice in her crib and went to replicate herself a fresh cup of tea. She'd been flipping though a catalog online the night before and had spotted a few items that she wanted to try and one in particular had caught Ryan's eye. She sat down at the computer and ordered the items. Half and hour later the replicator hummed and several packages arrived.
She walked over and took them out and looked at the packages. She walked into the bedroom and pulled the lace night gown out first and smiled. It was a short, silk, pink slip with black trim lace.
She stepped into the living room and leaned seductively against the door jam as she heard the exterior door to their quarters open... Ryan entered dressed in his flight gear. He stopped and tossed his helmet into a near by chair, spotting her and letting out a war whoop. Miranda pushed away from the wall and placed a finger to her lips to shush him. She said quietly, "Caprice was fussy, but she's asleep for the moment."
Miranda ran her hands up the front of his flight suit, over his chest and around his neck into his hair and pulled his head down to her for a long seductive kiss.
Ryan was surprised by her actions so early in the day, but wasn't going to argue as he gave into the heated kiss. In fact, as she pulled just a breath away, he recaptured her lips for another scorching kiss. It also seemed the more he kissed her, the more he wanted her . . . And it was obvious that she wanted him too.
Lost in the fog of desire that was quickly taking over his mind, he swept her into his arms and carried her to their room, tenderly placing her on the bed, their kiss never ending. They began undressing each other at a frantic rate, unable to curb their need for one another . . . They caressed and kissed, finding fulfillment in each other, not giving thought to what time of day it was, or that Ryan had to return to duty . . . All they cared about was their love and their passion for one another.
They lost all track of the time as they made love in their room . . . until Caprice cried . . . Her voice a shrill of pain.