He still smelled the same, looked, tasted, sounded the same. But he felt different. The temperature of his skin, usually heated and firm was nearly pasty and cool under her touch. Perhaps his body just yearned to be warmed by hers, perhaps that was it.
But no, it was never like this.
The edges of her vision were frayed and the colors before her eyes bled. Something just wasn't right, even as she was loving him, something just wasn't right. Everything swirled before her, stemming out from her fingertips, touching everything.
His lips pulled back, bearing sharp, white teeth. A feral growl escape from the depths of his being. Yes, he sounded like Neo, but he wasn't Neo. It hurt to touch his skin, but she had to love him. If she didn't, she was sure he wouldn't come back.
Thrusting into her, deep and hard, her hands splayed long and lean over his back, it should have been perfect. It should have been home. It wasn't, it wasn't, it wasn't. "I left something back there Trin," between pulling out and thrusting back in. In that moment, she could not meet his eyes.
Her hips rolled, and he sunk further into her, kissing her depths with slight warmth. No, no, he was supposed to he hot. Hot and full and thick and all of her. He wasn't, was not.
She moved them, on top of him then, taking control. She could fix it all, she wanted to fix all. He was so deep inside of her and she felt him and didn't feel. He was there but it felt, it felt, artificial.
"You feel different," She uttered, clawing her nails roughly into the skin of his side. Lips soaked with his kisses but, damn it, not.
He grunted groaned, and spoke, "So do you..."
Never love there, never love inside... because inside you have to leave it behind. You can't get it back.