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Agent D, or Darcy, as he had been recently dubbed, sat behind Anemone. She was still under anesthesia, deeply, to prevent any pain. She lay between his legs, reclining on his chest, red-gold hair splayed over him in a river of softness. He unconciously played with a strand in one hand. While he waited for her to emerge from the remaining drugs in her system he watched her visitors.
Morpheus, tall and silent, checking her vitals and staying all throughout the night. Another girl, around Anemone's age, checking in during short intervals, but regularly. And lastly a group. Led by Xerxes, the anomoly's child, and a tall, thin blonde they came but once a day.
None of them seemed to notice him, or that Anemone was floating a couple inches off the pillow, so Darcy concluded that he only effected her.
But what was so special about her?
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Anemone listened to the doctor with half an ear and half a mind. The other half of her was freaking out. Seriously freaking out.
There was an Agent in her room! No one could see him, no one could touch him other than herself, and worse yet, she was SITTING ON HIM. She tried to be calm, or at least, appear calm. Screaming out about the invisible, calm Agent she was sitting on that very moment didn't seem the right course to help her get out of the hospice. Besides which, as she found out, when she wasn't touching him it hurt.
A lot.
As in, she nearly passed out, couldn't breath, death was coming for her a lot. So, she smiled a small, half-smile that made her feel demented and nodded a what seemed apppropriate moments.
"The physician has asked you if you have someone checking you out." A soft, but firm voice interuppted her paniced reverie.
"Oh, not that I know of, sir. I've been kind of out of it." Anemone showed her teeth, hoping he'd take it for a smile and leave it at that. Luckily her doctor was too easily pleased, and he smiled and marked a few spots on the papers he held. Under her breath she muttered. "Shut up."
"What dear?" The doctor asked. Anemone smiled too broadly.
"Whats up? Am I cured?" She forced out. The doctor 'ahh'ed and nodded.
"Well, you seem to check out. Calm, concise. Very good." He affirmed, standing. "I shall call someone to see you too your home, please, feel free to get dressed."
Anemone's smile froze on her face as the door closed. Naked. She was naked under the gown. And she had to take it off. Take it off and be naked in front of... him.
"Your pulse has jumped. Your blood pressure is rising and you are flushed in the cheeks. It this because you are still ill or is it the fact that you must undress in my presence?" He asked behind her, voice magnifying through his chest. Anemone cleared her throat.
"Neither. And stop reading me. And shut up! If people here see me talking to myself I will not get out of here!" She hissed, sliding her legs out from under the covers. The agent moved with her, hand on her elbow, simultaniously holding the link and helping her stand. Anemone ignored him, in favor of digging her clothes out of the basket.
Her skirt was a simple, calf-length affair, cut to a point on the front and back and in a soft brown. The shirt was a pull-over, sleeved article, and with a little ingenuity and a lot of cursing, she managed to dress herself, keep connected to the Agent and not reveal herself in an embarassing and ulitimately death-related incident. Balancing on one foot and leaning against the Agent she wriggled her feet into her sandles just as the door opened to reveal-
"Xerxes!" Anemone gasped. The delicious looking guy grinned sheepishly.
"Hey, Monee'." He answered, reaching around for their traditional hug. Akwardly she hugged him one-handed and released him quickly. Xerxes wasn't someone she wanted around, especially not with the Agent who was just then twiniing his fingers with her. Purely for comfort, she clenched his hand breifly and was relieve to feel him hold her back.
"I, uh, I kinda ache a little still and I want to go home so..." She got out, barely managing to avoid him in her haste to get out the door.
"Oh, hey, I'll walk you home-" He reached out a hand to hold hers, the one she had now entwined with Agents. Anemone jerked it away. There was an akward moment.
"No thank you. The doctor is sending a nurse." She said firmly, and then with a quick impersonal smile, she dragged the Agent down the hall.
Anemone avoided talking the whole ten minute walk to her personal space, past the commons where people on her shelf gathered to talk, and up the carven in stairs the her suite of rooms. Inside she pressed her back agains the door and let out a breath. The Agent was in front of her, watching. Always watching. She glared at him through his sun-glasses.
"We have to talk."
Within minutes she was sitting beside him, his arm thrown over her shoulders and a mug in her hands.
"Okay, first off, why the hell are you here?" She said breathing in the fumes.
"I cannot answer for certain. I have not all the data, but, I have concluded so far that we have a singular instance here. Through what a I gather is an electrical storm thrown off by the Matrix, you were jettisoned wirelessly into the self-same Matrix programme. You were there merely a milisecond, but in that time managed to twine your digital self around my core data. When they shocked you back into your body you brought me with you. My programme resides in the circuits and conduets in the plugs on your body." He answered fully. With an unconcious move as natural to her as breathing, she leaned against his warmth and sighed.
"So, I can feel you and hear you just the same as if I were... inside the Matrix or the real even?" She concluded, and felt him nod above her.
"Indeed. Very astute analogy. Because I reside in, essentially, your brain, it acknoledges my touch as real." He elaborated.
"Okay, so how do I get rid of you? I mean, no offense, your a sweety for an Agent, but I can't have you in my head all the time." She let out a mocking laugh. "Barely enough room for me in here."
"Indeed. I have hypothesized that were you to enter the Matrix I would be able to uncurl my data from you and return." He offered. Anemone groaned.
"Oh gods. that will cause a problem." She rolled her shoulders trying to erase a kink. "You see, I have a least a month more before I can join a ship and even then it takes weeks of training to be allowed into the Matrix. Especially with all the new laws."
"Will you allow me?" He interupted, setting his hands on her shifting shoulder-blades. Anemone shrugged and he began kneading them professionally. "A month, perhaps two is far better than eternity. I feel we can co-exist for at least that long."
"I guess. Oh! Wow, that feels good." She groaned orgasmically as the kinks melted like butter on a hot skillet under his skillfull hands. "Before I become a quivering mass of jellied human, what's your name?"
"Ah. Under anesthesia I revealed my name, Agent D to you. You renamed me Darcy." He informed her, rubbing circles with his thumbs.
"Mmhmm. God yes. Okay then Darcy, you keep massaging me and I won't let you go back." She joked, and was slightly dissappointed when he stopped. Anemone turned and froze.
In her wriggling she managed to climb him like a monkey, and was now sitting on his lap. In turning she put them face to face, and she was now staring into those black, reflective sun-glasses, stilled in movement. Then, for really no reason at all, she lifted a hand and gently pulled them off.
His eyes were a soft grey, deep and dark, and unlike humans, a single color. There was no variation, no other splotch. Just pure grey. They were locked with hers, an inscrutable emotion seeming to swim within their depths. A study in stillness, Anemone exhaled, breath fanning warmly across his lips as she lost herself in the intensity of his eyes. Very slowly, he cocked his head a few degrees, bringing him slightly closer. She lifted her head, barely eyes passing over his face, and at her back she felt his hand skim the folds of her shirt as if he ghosted a hand over her back.
Then she blinked and pulled back. Clearing her throat she gave him a quick smile.
"Well, I think I'm tired so I'm going to sleep. Would you like me to play some music or something?" She stood, but held his hand softly to avoid breaking the circuit. Darcy shook his head in that same, yoga-slow, calm movement, lifting his sun-glasses and putting them back on. "Mmkay. Well, the bedroom's over here..."
Anemone led him throught the small series of rooms until she reached the smallest one yet. In the center was a varitable nest, hand-sewn blankets and pillows scattered in no real order. Silently, she tried to think of a way to break the uncomfortable, almost intimate silence they'd fallen into. Her inspiration came from her nightgown.
"Darcy? Do you, do you well, feel? As in, comfortable or uncomfortable?" She asked, turning to him. He cocked his head to the side and paused a moment.
"Yes, although not to the degree you would." He answered finally.
"Well, then you must be uncomfortable in that suit all the time. Why don't you take a few pieces off?" She offered, motioning to the stiff looking three-piece. He took another one of those pauses, where Anemone could just feel him blink. Then he nodded and lifted his hands to begin unbuttoning.
After a moment of confusiopn she settled on putting her hands on his face, skin to skin, while he removed the overcoat. Supersensitized, she breathed in and out, strangely feeling still slightly drugged when a moment ago she was completely sober. Anemone felt the heat flow through his skin and into hers, filling her with a heated languer similar to the effects of liquer. The warmth pooled sweetly between her thighs, throbbing with the beat of her heart. Her cheeks flushed, eyes went half-lidded, and she swayed into Darcy.
He had just pulled off the overcoat when Anemone's hands slid down his neck, over his shoulders and to his wrists in a lingering caress. Frozen into stillness, he looked at her, flushed face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. With ease she lifted his hands to clasp her waist, bringing her closer, and began to unbutton his crisp white shirt. With every pop in the stillness she slid her cool fingers underneath to stroke the hot, muscled skin beneath. When his shirt hung on both sides of him she drew her hands over his torso, reveling in the play of muscle there.
He was very well built, or programmed. Hard muscle covered him, not an ounce of fat. No hair either, just smooth, silky skin. Moaning softly, she leaned forward, sliding her arms under his shirt to feel more of that glorious skin as pleasure hummed through her. Pressed as close as she could to him, Anemone lifted ehr head up, lips so close to his she could taste him.
Darcy felt her, slowly writhing against him. His own programme had been enhanced with human sensation to allow a further study, and now it worked against him. He felt her warm, curved body, and his programming responded in the way it had been created. Almost as if he couldn't help it, Darcy lifted his hands and ghosted them over her hair, down her back, and again to her hips, where they settled gently. He tilted his head, lowering it slightly to feel the heat radiating off of her lips.
When it appeared he would not take the next step, she whined in her throat and took it for him.
An explosion of pleasure burst through her, deeper then any other before him. Her lips touched his and she was electrified, every skin cell shivering in excuisite pleasure. Her arms twisted further around his neck, pulling him closer as she mashed herself against him. Darcy had no choise but to reciprocate, her lips were too sweet against his.
He calmed her frenzied, random movements, slowing them sweetly, a rain of kisses over her lips. Anemone obeyed him explicitly, content just to feel. Every touch of his lips reverberated through her body as if it was multiplied by a thousand. The very tips of his fingers came up to graze her face gently, doing eerie things to her sensitized flesh. Body flush to his, she pressed against him and reveled in the warmth of his body, the hard roll of his cock. Anemone whimpered in her throat, desprete for more contact when he tilted his head down. Foreheads touching, Darcy gasped for breath that he didn't really need.
"Hey, Monee'?" The call eches slightly in the cave-like interior, but unmistakably Xerxes. "Are you up there?"
Anemone swallowed and blinked as if her vision was cloudy. As she came to herself she leaned further into Darcy's embrace, gaining strength from him in a very physical way. When she finally opened her eyes her lips were pressed against his hot flesh, her arms around his neck, and she was way too close to him. Dizzily she pulled away, only at the last second remembering the keep a hand on his wrist.
"Yea, Yea I 'm here." She got out, studiously avoiding Darcy's gaze. She spun about, her back to his chest just as Xerxes came into the room. Anemone gave him a quick smile, before looking around. "Whats up? I told you I just want to go to sleep."
"I know, I heard you." He answered, looking around her room easily. "I just figured you could use a friend. I hear you were in the training programs when the electrical storm hit."
"Oh, come on." She hissed, knowing where he was going.
"I can only figure that you saw Dot and I... in an awkward position and went there to blow off some steam." He finished. Damn him for knowing her so well.
"Believe me, Xerk, I learned my lesson. The brush with death completely cured me of any errant strand of my girly crush on you." She laughed easily, amazed at how calm and sure she sounded. Couldn't he hear her heart screaming in her chest?
"Really?" He asked, looking at her with those big brown puppy-dog eyes. Then he grinned and tackled her, right out of the Agent's embrace. Pain whipped through her, stealing her breath and writhing through her body, causing her to arch and whimper against the pain. Unfortunately it merely looked as if she was holding in her laughter, and Xerxes merely laughed and kept tickling her. Anemone flung out a hand, wildly, to hit Xerxes away or grab something to hold onto she didn't know, but almost immediently it was clasped in Darcy's warm grasp and the pain was gone.
"Xerk, get off." She growled irritatedly, not noticing his shocked and dazed look as he stared into her eyes. He nodded and stood, holding a hand out to her. She took it, but allowed most of her weight to go to Darcy's hand.
"Anyway, I'll see you tommarrow?" He asked.
"Maybe the next day? i plan on sleeping for about a year." She gave him a small smile and he returned it, before leaving.
