Max

As I left Logan's later that morning, I felt amazingly invigorated. I had never had that incredible of a sexual experience in my entire life, and we didn't even touch each other. I had never been that open with anyone ever. I not only bore my soul to him, but every inch of myself. I'd never done anything like that before with anyone.

I walked into Jam Pony and over to the break area where Sketchy and Alec were talking.

"Have either of you seen O.C.?" I asked them, breaking into their conversation.

Alec looked up at me and shook his head and started to stay something until I heard Original Cindy come up behind me, "Hey, Boo." She sat down on the couch next to Sketchy and looked up at me. It didn't take her long to notice my radiating glow. "And he's still alive?" Sketchy and Alec looked at each other confused and then to me and then to O. C. "Details, Boo."

I couldn't hide my smile, but I had to clarify something before they began to celebrate. "The virus hasn't gone anywhere."

O.C. was confused now, "But you did have sex, right?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sorta, yeah." Alec stood and offered me his seat, "This must be good." O.C. looked at the Y gender with a cold stare. Alec took that as an invitation to get out of there. "Come on, Sketch. I think break time is over."

"No, it's not. I just sat down," he argued.

"Just come on," Alec demanded.

Sketch looked at the two of us girls and O.C. persisted, "Get out of here, boy."

He quickly got up and muttered something about girls and their cliques as he and Alec walked away.

O.C. turned back to look at me and smiled, "Spill."

I laughed loudly, "What, do you think I'm going to kiss on tell?"

"Oh, come on, girl," O.C continued, "you can't walk in here with the glow of sex, tell me that bad virus bitch is still around, and then tell me you're not going to tell me. Come on, I give you more than that. Did you or didn't you?"

I couldn't shake my smile, "We did."

"How, if you say he is not dead?"

I could tell I'd confused the poor girl beyond belief, so I enlightened her, "Well, we played a game."

"A game?"

I could tell I had confused her even more. "He called it Show and Tell."

"Girl, you be doin' some weird shit!" she noted.

I laughed, "No, it was very erotic. It was basically foreplay until we got to the show part of the game."

She then smiled, "A-huh! I get you, girl. So, uh, the show part… Details, girl!"

"Come on, Original Cindy. Let's just say that, yes, we had sex, but neither one of us touched the other, at least not physically," I expressed.

She nodded, "Oh, yeah! You got it good!"

I blushed openly, "O.C., believe me, I've never, ever experienced anything like that in my entire life."

"Of course not, Boo. You're in love!" she tendered.

She was right. I was in love, and I didn't care who knew it. I was Logan's, and he was mine. I spent the rest of that day trying hard to focus on my job, but all I could do was think about Logan.

Logan

I sat at my computer station staring at the blank screen. I couldn't get her off my mind. Of course, this was no different than any other day, but after what we had just shared earlier that day, I couldn't get her stunning, naked body out of my head. I had never seen a body so well defined. I shrugged, 'Well, what should I expect? She was designed to be the perfect fighting machine. Why shouldn't the perfect body come with that?'

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to the events that transpired earlier. I could vividly picture every finely detailed line of her delicate features. I shuddered as I imagined the curve of her hip. I could see every curve of her wonderful body. Just as then, I ached to touch her. I ached to hold her. I ached to be inside of her.

I shook my head. I had to curb my thoughts of intercourse with Max because knowing that if I am ever able not to restrain when next to her would cost me my life. How willing would I be to risk that? I shook my head again. It didn't matter how willing I was to experiment with my mortality, because as much as I would like to, Max never would.

I inhaled deeply and tried to deter myself from my thoughts of Max. I looked at the computer screen and realized I hadn't even turned it on. I laughed shortly and reached down to turn the computer on. The recent realization that Max and I actually shared dreams had distracted me from my other responsibilities. As I pulled up one of my Eyes Only emails, I noticed that I really hadn't checked it in days. Was I that distracted with my thoughts of Max. The answer was yes. Of course I was distracted with her, but it had been a long time since I actually put my life ahead of Eyes Only.

I couldn't think of the last time Logan Cale came before Eyes Only. It was definitely past due. I was allowed to have a life, and I was choosing to have this life with Max. But what kind of a life would we have if we're not able to touch? What kind of life would we be able to have only being able to have sex like we did today? I knew after today we wouldn't be able to do it like that much longer until we both wanted more, as if we didn't already. I knew she wanted me as much as much as I wanted her.

We'd have to find another way to deal with this. No, what we'd have to do is find a permanent cure for this virus thing. Could it be possible that these dreams were telling us that we could take the chance and the virus would be gone? Or could it just be that these dreams are just giving us what we would never be able to experience in real life?

I shook my head. No. I wasn't going to allow myself to think like that. I wasn't going to give in to despair. I had to figure out a way for us to overcome this thing. Eyes Only had a lot of contacts in the informant net, there was bound to be some one who would be able to help us with our plight. I sent out a mail asking for assistance stating that my assistant had this problem and that we'd appreciate anyone's help in this. I knew some one would be able to help.

"Is Eyes Only hard at work, or hardly working?" I heard Max ask me, standing in the doorway to my office.

I closed the email program and turned to face her. God, she looked beautiful. I shook my head, "A little of both."

"Well, when you're done, you wanna make me dinner?" she asked, nodding down to the brown paper bag she was holding.

"Be there in a minute," I told her.

I watched her as she turned round and walked down the hall. I looked back at the computer screen and said a silent prayer. This had to work, it just had to! I took a deep breath and followed Max to the kitchen.