It took an invitation to tea for two at Theora's apartment to get them to this point. Tea had eventually turned into a slowdance, which became the perfect excuse to kiss, and finally they landed somewhere among the smooth sheets of Theora's bed. Hands tore clumsily at clothing, slipping beneath to slide along each other's soft skin. Their bodies collided and their kisses became rough enough to bruise. Words were spoken- "Are you sure I'm not going to hurt you?" Edison asked, briefly removing his lips from Theora's breasts.

"I don't know," Theora whispered into his neck. "I didn't ask the doctor about this. If it hurts I'll tell you to stop."

Edison nodded and skimmed his mouth back up from Theora's chest to her collarbone to her neck and finally to her lips. When he pulled away, it was Theora's turn to pose a question. "Are you sure you're not going to leave me in the morning?"

"What?" Edison was taken by surprise. "I- what?" He reached out to press the palm of his hand to Theora's cheek. "Theora, I would never- what are you talking about?"

"Are you sure you don't just want to have sex with me and leave me behind?" Theora asked, the words coming out more bitterly than she had expected them to. Though the kisses and embraces they had exchanged since that day in the hospital had seemed genuine, there was always the constant fear hovering in Theora's mind that any man who showed an interest in her only wanted to use her.

Slowly, Edison began to shake his head, his hand slipping around to the back of Theora's neck. He drew her in close towards him so that their foreheads were pressed together and they were looking each other straight in the eye. "Theora, I would never do that to you. My interest may have been only sexual at first, but- but I feel a great deal of affection for you right now, and have for some time. I'm not going to use you like a one-night stand."

"So there'll be more of these nights to come?" Theora breathed, and Edison gave a funny shrug. "If you want." Though his attitude was blasé, Theora knew with all her heart that Edison wanted it just as badly as she did. She smiled with satisfaction and sunk closer to him, easily bridging the gap between their lips.

Suddenly a loud, intrusive voice rang out, and Theora and Edison broke apart in fright. "Yoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Edison! I came to your apart-part-partment but you were- ah! Ah-ah-ah!" Max let out a theatrically loud gasp from his spot inside the TV. "Someone's a ver-ve-ve-very naughty b-boy!"

"Shit!" Edison blurted, leaping out of bed at once. "I forgot-" He made a dash for the TV and threw the flap down over it, while Max's demonic voice continued to boom out across the room, sounding amused. "I have some new-ew-ews to share with you t-t-two! You're going to l-love it, p-p-people- I'm getting my own show!"

"For real?" Theora blurted, sidetracked from her own pleasure by Max's claim. Edison stared back and forth between her and his cyber twin, hidden carefully beneath the screen.

"Yes-yes-yes," Max beamed. "It's called The M-M-Max T-Talking Headroom Show-sh-Show, and it's starring moi! Moi! Ch-Ch-Cheviot was very p-pleased with my, shall we say, sp-sportmanship during the battle! He thought I deserved-"

"A reward," Edison filled in bleakly. He dropped to the bed, and Theora scooted over to make room for him. "Well, that's great news, Max, but I'm kind of in the middle of something." Theora had to physically restrain herself from giggling.

"Oh r-really?" Max countered. "What could be more impor-portant than-"

"That's enough," Edison cut in, punching a button on the nearby remote control. Instantly the air filled with the melodramatic voice of a late night soap star, and Edison returned to Theora's side. "Now, where were we…"

That night was the best night of lovemaking for Theora by far, and this time she knew the name she called was correct.

THE END.

AN- Thanks again to ElegantButler for everything.

Thanks to any lurking readers.

Thanks especially to the band U2 for their song lyrics and the persona of MacPhisto.