Warm My Heart
By Vynx
Brief: Trinity recites her love for Neo one night while lying in bed together.
Disclaimer: The Matrix and its characters are not property of me; they are the property of the Wachowski brothers. I am not making any profit from this.
Love. Sex. Passion.
These words are those I never once thought I could use to describe my feelings, emotions or actions. They were words, as far as I could see, that in no way applied to me. Loveless. That's what I was. Until I met him. Now I case my eyes upon his sleeping form and wonder how it occurred. But he is the angel that banishes all thoughts and considerations of any kind of question I would wish to ask about myself.
Love. Sex. Passion.
Terms I scarcely thought of; terms I barely believed in. I watch his chest as it rises and falls softly with each gentle breath, his eyelids fluttering within a dream which I can only perceive as sweet. His skin glistens with the sweat of his toils, his beautiful labours of this evening. Each muscle contracts and relaxes as he comes slowly down from the events he has experienced, and the warmth of love and desire pumps through my veins, the love that provides me with life.
I tenderly, gingerly reach out a hand, stroking my finger softly up his exposed chest, feeling the heat radiating from his heart and evelop me completely. His body reacts to my touch, and a smile plays on the corners of his lips.
Love. Sex. Passion.
No. These terms still do not apply. They are not enough.