Later that night…

Microdigit was walking Fireblast back to the Elite Guard ship after their date—in his opinion, the most wonderful date they'd had yet. In one servo he was holding the picnic basket, and he was surprised to feel someone else's servo slip into his other servo—Fireblast's.

"I had a really good time tonight," she was telling him.

"You're not the only one," he replied, nodding and smiling.

It was perhaps around 6:00 when they finally got back to the Elite Guard ship (since the sun had set maybe around 4:30). Fireblast led her new boyfriend into the lab, since in her opinion it was too early for them to separate. Of course, she remembered to lock the door behind her.

"Why are we going into the lab?" said Microdigit.

"It's only 6:00," Fireblast replied. "Don't you think it's a little too early for our date to end?"

Microdigit nodded, and the two of them sat down by the wall. Half of Microdigit's CPU was filled with confusion—what is it she wants from me? The other half was filled with lust—whatever she wants from me, I am willing to give it to her.

To be sure, Fireblast wasn't entirely sure she was ready for 'facing, but, well, there was only one way to find out. Plus, this solar cycle they had finally declared their relationship official—not just lab partners or friends, but a real relationship, real love. So if they were 'facing, it wouldn't be just something meaningless, it would be about true love.

Besides, they were alone in Percy's lab, behind locked doors, and that, added to the fact that they were both filled with uncontrollable lustful feelings, well…how could they ever resist the temptation?

"Okay, um, what do you want to do?" Microdigit asked nervously.

Fireblast seductively ran her servo down Microdigit's arm and whispered, "We're alone in Percy's lab, the door is locked…what do you think I'm planning on doing, silly?"

"Seriously, I-I'm still a virgin, Fireblast, and I'm not sure if you are or not, but…are you…are you sure we're ready for this?"

Fireblast smiled, trying to hide how scared she was beginning to feel. "Only one way to find out."

Hmm. Maybe she was right. After all, it wasn't that Microdigit didn't want it. (In fact, he was pressurized almost to the point of release already.) It was just that he was disastrously inexperienced, and he was sure something would go horribly wrong, or that she wouldn't enjoy it—something like that.

For some reason, Microdigit's fear made Fireblast less fearful herself—maybe because now she knew she wasn't the only one who was scared of how the First Time would turn out. It was showing in his sky-blue eyes, and he was trembling all over. As gently as she could, she smiled and told him, "Microdigit, I'm a virgin too, you know. You're not the only one who's scared."

The sensation of Fireblast placing her servos on his shoulders…her beautiful red optics staring into his own fright-filled blue ones…that mischievous smile on her lips…

Microdigit whispered (meaning every word of it), "Fireblast, I don't want to lose my virginity to anyone except you."

Summoning up every ounce of courage in his body, he reached up and gently stroked one of her sleek black wings. Fireblast smiled even wider and closed her optics as Microdigit continued this; she sighed with pleasure and slowly ran her servos down his body, giving her new boyfriend the strangest feeling in his already-pressurized interface equipment—but it was a good feeling…a very good feeling.

Fireblast, meanwhile, was basking in the pleasure she would experience anytime anyone handled her wings. Her wingflaps were one of the most sensitive parts of her whole body, and even though they were pretty much useless when she tried to fly, when Microdigit touched them, it felt nothing short of fantastic.

As Microdigit continued stroking her wings, Fireblast's servo reached down to Microdigit's interface panel—just a bit too much for him to handle at this point. He sighed happily as his spike escaped and she began to stroke it. She whispered, as seductively as she could, "Well, it appears I'm not the only one covered in lube, am I?"

He blushed as soon as he realized he was soaking wet, but…she was, too? Well, that was kind of hot, if you asked him.

"Come here," he whispered back, uncharacteristically boldly, and he heard her gasp in surprise as he finally spiked her. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would (since he had no idea how it would feel in the first place). In fact, it didn't really hurt at all. It felt…amazing!

Fireblast felt a sharp pain as soon as Microdigit spiked her. Of course, she knew 'facing was supposed to hurt, at least the first couple times, but it was still kind of…startling.

Am I going to be able to overload like this? Fireblast was wondering. Is it going to hurt like this the WHOLE time? What if we get caught?

I can't believe this is ACTUALLY happening! Microdigit was thinking, meanwhile. I'm finally 'facing with someone! And not just anyone…Fireblast! Dreams DO come true!

Microdigit was also a little worried, of course, that he wasn't going to do it right, since 'facing was pretty much still a mystery to him, but that worry kind of…disappeared, once he experienced the kind of pleasure that only interface could bring.

Fireblast's pain was starting to fade, as Microdigit started stroking her wings again. She could tell that he was very close to overload by now, and she was hoping to achieve the same thing…

Just lay back and enjoy it, for spark's sake, Fireblast reminded herself. This is 'facing, it's supposed to be fun.

Fireblast took a deep breath and focused on the sensation of his increasingly fast-paced thrusting. It was intense but pleasurable, too, like nothing she had ever felt before. She closed her optics and began kissing Microdigit, running her servos down his body. He was moaning louder and louder; Fireblast's own pleasure started to increase as her pain started to decrease…she started mewling a little herself and breathing faster and faster, keeping a tight grip on Microdigit all the time. Wow, this really DOES feel great!

Microdigit was thrusting harder and harder (but not hard enough to hurt), thinking, This only gets better and better and…OHHHH!—at last, just when he thought 'facing couldn't get ANY better, Microdigit's CPU had overloaded, and that was the best feeling of all.

Fireblast felt her new boyfriend relax in her arms, and she whispered, "Microdigit, you overloaded…"

Exhaustedly but contentedly, Microdigit nodded and gave her a dazed smile, since he was still unable to talk—but Fireblast knew this 'facing session had worked out for him nonetheless. She was pretty sure her own CPU hadn't overloaded, but she knew that she had come pretty darn close.

Finally, Microdigit felt his cooling fans kicked in, and he was brought back to reality. "Oh, Fireblast, that was…that was magnificent."

"Thank you," Fireblast replied, smiling and kissing his cheek.

This was the first real overload Microdigit had experienced—he had tried to overload himself a couple times, just to see what it felt like, but he always got too embarrassed and/or scared after a few seconds. Now he had finally 'faced with a real, beautiful femme with a real, beating spark and achieved a real, heavenly overload.

"I think we're going to have to do a little cleaning, though…" Fireblast was saying as she stood up. Microdigit stood up too, and looked around.

"Oh dear Primus!" he shrieked, putting both servos over his mouth. There was lube and transfluid all over the floor, and he realized it was still running down his leg, too. Fireblast looked a little shocked, and Microdigit's faceplates were burning-hot.

"I never knew 'facing could be so…so messy," Fireblast said slowly.

"Why oh why did we interface in Percy's lab?" Microdigit cried. "If he finds out I was 'facing in his lab, he'll fire me for sure!"

"Not if we clean it up," Fireblast told him matter-of-factly. "All we have to do is make the floor shiny-clean again before he comes back. Besides, the door is locked."

"Yeah, but it's his lab!" Microdigit reminded her. "So he can override the code on the lock!"

"Oh…I forgot about that," Fireblast said, looking a little embarrassed. "Come on, let's hurry up and get the floor clean."

As quickly as they could, the two of them grabbed some cleaning supplies out of the closet and got to work; miraculously, they were all finished before anyone bothered to come looking for them.

"Wow, it actually looks pretty good," said Microdigit, sighing with relief. "For a moment there I thought I'd lost my internship."

"Just remember, it's our little secret," Fireblast told him, grinning and putting one finger to her lips. Microdigit gently took her servo in his, and they walked out of the science lab.