There was the incoming ding of a report.
A little tinge of excitement spread up through the depths of her being at the titillating sound, and she even fumbled the first few keys slipping into the modbox in her haste. With her status turned off, no one knew she was there. She could savor this one, caress it with her eyes, imagine all the different ways she could flip it around, fondle it, being finally thrusting it violently outward into public view. The BAD thread was simply an afterthought, lost in the glow of infractory ecstasy.
But wait. There was already an infraction. What? How?
She looked in the file. 'Sorry,' he had said. 'I already got this one.'
She felt sick to her stomach. "Why??? Why did you do that? It was mine. I had it!"
His responding post only took a moment. "Does it upset you that I stole it?' he said. 'i'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
Her fingers clacked on the keys furiously. "WHY? WHY AREN'T YOU SORRY?" She was shaking in unsatiated desire. "WHY???"
"Because," he said, the simple smiley belying the intensity of his words. "You're here."
She felt something odd flush over her. Something she had never felt before... but maybe that was a lie. Hadn't she? hadn't she wanted this for a long time? Just the two of them? Alone? In the modbox? She suddenly could imagine his dark gaze probing at her, pounding at her from his computer screen hundreds of miles away, but he might have well have been in the same room.
She looked again at the post that had been infracted, and realized it was his own.
" she typed weakly. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. How long had he kept this from her? "Why didn't you tell me?"
There was a long pause that left her squirming in her seat excruciatingly. "Why do you keep using words?" he finally replied, the picture of his hungering need for her flashing up on her screen.
She needed to log out, she needed to turn off the computer, but her fingers were frozen between fear and desire. They would be in horrendous trouble if anyone discovered them, but maybe there was time? Wasn't there always time? Her resistance was running out of here even as she was lost in indecision, and as the last bit of volition fled her mind, she realized that was the end of her. Their illicit passion was prohibited by the FAQ, but free speech and the love that came with it could not be stopped...