The Next Morning
Max-
I awoke the next morning in a sweat. Before opening my eyes, I stretched, as cats do. The night before had been amazing. I'd never shared anything that invigorating before in my entire life; although I knew after last night, I'd have lots more of it to come.
As I stretched I realized I was in bed. I stopped stretching and just lay there. I was in my bed. I opened my eyes and stared up at my ceiling. Last night couldn't have been another dream, or could it?
I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. How could this be possible? Two nights in a row I had had these types of dreams with Logan in them, and two nights in a row they had felt real. It was confusing me beyond belief. I had had sex dreams before, but none of them had felt as real as these last two with Logan. All of them paled in comparison to what I had shared with Logan these past two nights.
Thinking of Logan made me feel weak. I had never felt this weak in my entire life, but being this week also made me feel strong. I knew I loved Logan, but could this be what being in love feels like? I'd always heard people describe love in many different ways, but never like feeling weak and strong at the same time. Is this what being in love would feel like to me? Maybe so.
I blushed. Nobody could make me blush like Logan Cale either. It was his eyes. His eyes. Eyes Only. He had a way of looking deep inside me. It was he that knew me better than anyone. It was a connection that I had never felt with anyone ever before. Could that be me feeling like I'm in love as well?
I blushed even more. Me. Manticore soldier. Max was blushing. I couldn't help my self. I was acting like a regular little girl. I didn't know how to be girly. I'd never done the whole "girly" thing. What was happening to me? How was I going to be me turning girly with this virus hanging over Logan's and my head.
I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Hopefully I wouldn't be in heat much longer and Logan and I could go back to the way things were before the dream the other night. But how could we do that? How could we continue seeing each other knowing how great it could be between us sans the virus? Forget how. We'd just do it like we'd done months and months before.
I stood up and started to get ready for the day. Normal was going to freak yet again at me being late. When was he ever going to realize that I was going to be late a lot and just accept it. I get my job done when I am there. It's not like I'm a slacker, I just don't always make it in when I'm supposed to. But then again, who does?
Logan-
I woke up the next morning yet again fully clothed. I knew last night had only been a dream, a dream; another mind-blowing, earth-shaking, life-like dream. How could these dreams Max and I were sharing feel so real? How could I wake up feeling like I really had made love to her all those times last night and the night before? It truly had been a mind-blowing, earth-shaking experience for me both nights.
I lay there looking at the ceiling thinking for I don't know how long. I began to wonder if these dreams were trying to tell us something. Is it possible those dreams were trying to tell us that it's ok for us to touch. Is it possible that the virus was gone? There'd be only one sure way to find out, and that would be resulting in my death if we were wrong. But if we were right…
As my thoughts trailed off on that train, I began to grow in anticipation. Thinking about what we'd shared the two previous nights in our dreams didn't make it any easier to think about anything else either. I could practically feel Max there with me. I closed my eyes and let the feelings I'd felt the two previous nights rush over me.
I could smell Max. The scent of her was intoxicating. I could feel her. The heat of her body was searing. I could taste her. I could partake of her luscious flavor and hunger no more. She was everything to me, and I had her as though she were actually there with me. She was all I could think of. She was all I wanted to think of.
I awoke shortly there after and looked around the room again. I knew it was time to get up. Slowly I pulled myself from the comfort of my sheets and the comfort my thoughts of Max. I had to talk to her. I didn't know how much more of these dreams either one of us could handle. If it were near as bad- or should I say good- for her as it is on me, then we're both in for a very long, hard road.
I picked up the phone and dialed her pager number. She usually responded back in record time, but I knew this time it would seem to take forever for her to respond. Maybe I could go whip up some breakfast. She'd show up if I were cooking something. I pulled on some comfortable pants and threw on a button up shirt leaving it unbuttoned. I walked into the kitchen and started to prepare a healthy meal for the both of us to share. If we weren't able to share physical intimacy in the time being we could at lease share a hearty meal.