Robin's POV

   The trip has come to an end.  Alya and I are riding back home in the limo, me sitting away from her.  She scoots aaaaaalll the way over to me.  She puts her hand on my knee.  "Baby-"  "I'm still mad at you.  And Yanaan."

"Look at me,"  She gently turns my face to look at her.  She kisses my lips.  "Why be mad?  Didn't it feel good to let it all out?  Didn't it feel good to see them get their asses handed to them?  None of that would've happened if we didn't go there."

"None of it worked.  They still think we're on the way to Helltown."  "And we're in Wedon'tgiveafuckville.  Who gives a damn what they think?  I've got you, and you've got me.  That's all that matters."

"You still need to make it up to me."  "Ok."  She immediately goes to kiss me on my neck, but I stop her.  "Nope.  When we get home, you're giving me a foot rub."

"Yes, my queen.  Your wish is my command."  She smiles and kisses my cheek.

.....

We're back home now, and she's giving me that foot rub I mentioned.  She's really good.  It's so calming and relaxing.

"Are you still mad at me?"  "Nope.  Not by a longshot."  "Good.  I don't like when you're mad at me."