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Chapter Warning – Non-graphic sex scene

9:00 PM - The Silver Nugget Room, Tonopah, Nevada

The room would have been totally dark, had it not been lit by the silvery iridescence where they touched. The kissing had started it, the silvery shimmering. And she warned him immediately...

"Max, dear... I have to work tomorrow. I can't have silver hickeys where everyone can see them."

"Well good, Liz. That wasn't where I intended to put them anyway."

"Max you are incorrigibllll..."

"Hmm?"

"Hmmm... what?"

"You started to say something...?"

"I did? I can't seem to recall... MMMMMmmmm... there."

"What?"

"I said right there... oh, I love the feel of you kissing me there..."

"Is that what you were saying a second ago...?"

"I don't... Yes, I guess so... mmmmmm..."

And it really wasn't that there was not a lot of communication going on... for there was. It was just non-verbal communication... It was twenty-minutes later that the next verbal communication ensued.

For most of Max Evans' life he had believed that he could never be accepted by her. For most of the last five months he had believed they could never really be a couple. Even for the two months they'd been dating... he'd never really believed that their being a couple would work out. Only in the last three days had he really believed that it really MIGHT happen, that his wildest dreams would really come true and they would someday actually belong to each other. But there comes a time when you can suspend disbelief no longer... even if you are as big a pessimist as Max Evans..and he was almost there. But not quite...

"Liz... are you sure... I mean, you still have a chance to back out...?"

She tried hard not to laugh.

"Sure Max... if I can back my way through this mattress. If you are doing this to tease me you are going to get some claw marks on your back..."

She felt her body part as he slowly entered her... felt him hesitate at the obstruction, afraid to be too forceful... afraid to cause her pain. She felt the thrust start slowly and lifted her pelvis to meet him, biting her lower lip in concentration, trying to control the spasms in her vagina as the tissue protested the unaccustomed stretching... feeling the warmth of him flowing into her. The flashes came into her mind then as the connection formed, and she felt what he felt and he felt what she felt as their bodies moved together as if they had minds of their own.

She didn't mean to do it... and he didn't notice when it happened... but he STILL got the claw marks on his back, even without teasing her...

Her pelvis seemed to burn with a liquid fire that raced through her body... not painful but... alive... alive as she had never been alive before. The climax came to them simultaneously and the fire became all consuming as there bodies locked together... their hearts pounding, her muscles contracting upon him as if to trap him forever inside of her...

Liz and Max floated in the silver cloud... together.

In their minds they saw them floating... the other couple. They weren't really human, that was obvious... their eyes were just a little too big, the top of their skulls slightly larger than those of humans, their fingers just a little too long... and the skin was a pale silver. But in their own way... they were a handsome couple.

It was obvious that one was male and one was female... they were floating, wearing no more clothes than Liz and Max. And as they touched... it was there as well. The iridescence in her skin... wherever he touched her, was by now quite familiar. And it was obvious what they were starting to do. They made love with tenderness and beauty and the body of the male shone with the silvery iridescence. The passion was tender at first... then became heated... both beings intent on being as close as possible. The final act was unmistakable as both shuddered and the silvery iridescence faded uniformly from the two beings. As the iridescence faded, so did the racial memory... and the minds of Liz and Max drifted back to their bodies... in Tonopah, Nevada.

The iridescence was gone, but they saw each other in the dim light from around the window shade. Not that they needed eyes. They too were in about as close contact as it was possible for a man and woman to be. And they lay together, content... at least for another half hour or so... and happy.

They weren't really sure what that vision had been all about, but the sex had been... AWESOME, and this cuddling afterwards was wonderful. It would be a long and interesting night for the two of them, and they'd wonder... only as an afterthought... why they no longer saw the silvery iridescence. The correct answer, of course, was that they weren't looking in the right place...

Three hundred million iridescent sperm were fighting for entry to Liz Evans' cervix. Most wouldn't make it. Some few million would. They would charge gleefully up her uterus, seeking her fallopian tubes. Only a few hundreds of thousands would find them. And even these would know only disappointment... looking in total futility for the egg that the birth control patch had denied them.

A few tens of thousands would spill out of her fallopian tubes, into her abdomen. Within three days they would be dead, and as the lymphocytes in her body scavenged the remnants, the lysosomes would break down the DNA in the mitochondria that had energized their flagella, and in doing so they would sever from that DNA the virus that had infected the first Antarean over 50,000 years previously, the virus that being had spread to his mate... to their offspring... the virus that had infected all the mates of all of their subsequent offspring... the symbiotic virus that had given the descendants of that first being such an evolutionary advantage.

Within Liz's abdomen it was not dark. There was a soft iridescent glow that would last until her lymphocytes were done scavenging the dead sperm and the mitochondria that powered their flagella.

The lymphocytes would carry those fragments with them then as they retreated back into her lymphatic system to follow the channels to the thoracic duct where they would be dumped into her bloodstream and distributed throughout her entire body.

The viruses were hardy... they would survive. Perhaps they could even find some new mitochondria to infect. After all, there was no difference between humans and Antareans at all... except for a harmless viral infection and the power it provided to the mitochondria.

But it would take awhile. And since he couldn't reach them himself, Max Evans would just have to live with those claw marks on his back...