Her energy was all around him, coursing over his code, tempting him with the lure of untapped power. With every fevered kiss, Audrey's essence called to Smith. More. More. More. Running his hands over her body, still wrapped in the damp cling of her rain-soaked clothing, sent waves of electricity coursing though him. The connection between them was strong, but he knew it could be stronger. Smith needed to feel her skin against his own. Then, he knew, he could truly experience the full, unrestrained current of her spark.
Audrey must have arrived at the same conclusion for her hands left his face to fumble with his tie. The strip of satin slipped off his neck with a satisfying sound, one that Smith had never heard before. It fell to the floor and was instantly forgotten. He felt Audrey's hands slide over his chest and across his shoulders, pushing his jacket back with a tantalizing grace as she continued to give him her tender affections. Smith stopped touching her just long enough to shrug off the wet coat. It hit the hardwood with a thud and he returned to her greedily. With shaking fingers, Audrey quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and then paused, breaking their kiss and breathing deeply.
Smith opened his eyes and looked down at the woman in his arms. She was starring at his chest, her hands holding either side of his now unbuttoned shirt. When Audrey met his gaze, her eyes were dilated and deep with wanting. Her heavy breathing made her chest heave and Smith found himself wanting to see her, all of her, to know what she looked like when she was just herself: Audrey, as pure and bare and beautiful as she was.
He detected a question in her expression so he cupped her face and stroked her cheek, silently encouraging her to ask it.
"Have you... ever undressed before, Smith?"
"No." he replied gently. There had never been a need. An Agent's uniform was part of their visual identity. The only reason Smith didn't share the exact same physical features as Agents Brown or Jones was to make them more believable to the human consciousness who perceived them. Though he had never seen himself without clothing, Smith knew what he looked like. It was part of his code after all and, until this moment, he'd never given his appearance a second thought. But now, that look in Audrey's eyes made him wonder. What will she think of me?
The thought in it self was ridiculous. Me. As if his physical manifestation wasn't just a random assortment of human features assigned to him upon creation. And yet, this form was how she knew him, it was how she was about to know him, and Smith realized then that he cared very much that she approved of what she saw.
As Audrey's eyes returned to her hands she slowly opened his shirt, revealing a smooth chest of pale skin. His pectoral muscles were well-defined, meant to give the physical impression of strength, presence and authority to better convey his power as an enforcer. For a moment, Audrey's fingertips hovered over him, teasing Smith with the most intoxicating hint of her power. When she touched him, and slid her hand across his damp chest, Smith felt a jolt pass through his body. Audrey slipped her arms beneath his wet shirt, wrapped them around and up his back, pressed her body against his and brought her mouth to his chest. She kissed him there and Smith experienced something change. His body reacted on its own and the sensation was so strong that Smith felt the urge to gasp, as if he needed air to steady the surging currents that she awoke inside him. His grip around her tightened as Audrey placed kiss after searing kiss across his exposed skin and up his neck.
This was maddening. There was so much power here, but it was still just out of reach. Smith could sense it, just beneath the surface. He needed to release it, to take it into his being and give it back to her with as much passion and fervor as they both could endure.
Frustrated, hungry, and tingling with excitement, Smith swept Audrey off her feet and lifted her into his arms. He held her close the way he had that day by the warehouse, longing to reclaim the same sensation of her arms around his neck, her head against his shoulder, clinging to him and seeking his protection. Audrey gave him all that and more as she kissed his mouth and whispered between breaths that they should move to her bedroom. Graciously, he obeyed and carried her through the dark hallways of her small apartment.
They reached the room in the back and Smith lowered his human treasure to the bed. He didn't want to let her go, but her hands slipped from his neck as she adjusted herself on the mattress, scooching toward him so she sat perched on the edge. Smith braced his arms on either side of her, leaning over Audrey as he gazed at her perfection, studying every minute detail etched in the cling of her clothing. The room was cast in shadow save for the soft green glow of an electric sign across the street that filtered in through the window. Now and then, lightning would flash, highlighting the curves of her body for a fleeting moment before giving way again to the darkness. Smith didn't need any light to see her. His vision was as clear in the deepest black as it was on the brightest day. Though, there was something about the softness that enveloped her here. He almost envied it and the way it wrapped around her body with such ease and boldness.
Audrey leaned forward then, and kissed him in a way she hadn't before. With a seductive softness, she grazed his bottom lip with her teeth and applied the smallest hint of pressure. The ghost of a bite that made his muscles tighten and sent his code burning with desire. Before he could react however, Audrey backed away, pushing herself across the mattress and biting her own lip as if daring him to try and do it back. Without a beat, Smith went after her. If he hadn't been so absorbed in the heat of the moment he might have stopped and realized how humiliating it was that he was pursuing her on his hands and knees. But when her back met the throne of pillows at the headboard and she drew her knees up to her chest, Smith didn't stop. With his legs braced on either side of her tiny frame Smith rose up, his hands holding the headboard, blocking her in.
Audrey gave him a smile that crackled with playful energy. "You caught me." she said, her voice hushed. "Now what will you do?"
Without a word Smith pulled her up and pressed her against him. Audrey gladly obliged and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, scooting as close as she could on her knees in the minimal space available between the Agent's muscular thighs. As Smith moved his mouth toward hers he watched Audrey's eyes close with anticipation. But he didn't kiss her. He hovered above her mouth as she had done on several occasions and teased her with his absence. Every time she tried to close the gap between then, Smith would pull away, just enough, to see what she would do. The energy between their lips was dizzying and he noted how her breathing became shallow and the way her small hands tightened against him, trying to pull him closer. Seeing her react this way was very, very satisfying.
"You bit me." He said against her parted lips.
Audrey's eyes fluttered open, searching his through the haze of her desire. "So. Bite me back." With one hand behind her head, Smith captured her mouth. He kissed her deeply and took her lip between his teeth as she had done. When he bit her, Audrey moaned. Smith could hardly stand it. The current surged and he needed more of her, especially with the way her hands were moving across his body, awakening something within him that he'd never experienced before. Smith followed her lead and let his hands explore her. They slid beneath her shirt and met the cool contact of her soft skin. Audrey's stomach muscles twitched when he touched her but her body relaxed as his hand moved up the slender curve of her waist. When his palm slid over her chest, Smith felt the soft, fullness of her breast and he again longed to see what she looked like when nothing stood between them.
"Take this off." Smith said between their hungry kisses. Audrey complied. Scooting away slightly, she lifted her wet shirt and peeled it off her damp body, shaking out her curls as they fell loose around her shoulders. The soft pink bra that she wore complimented her perfectly. There was a fluttering of lace along the edge and Smith marveled at how it played against the swell of her beautiful skin.
Perhaps she was cold, or perhaps she was suddenly feeling self-conscious, for almost as soon as he beheld her, Audrey's arms moved to wrap around herself, covering the beauty she had shown him.
"No." Smith breathed as he caught her wrists and gently pulled them away. Guiding her arms to rest upon his shoulders, the same way she had done that first night in the kitchen, he lifted Audrey onto his lap. She let out a small breath of surprise as he pushed her hips against his own and the sound warmed something inside of him. Smith's powerful hands swept up her bare back, feeling Audrey's delicate frame beneath his touch and the swell of energy that was almost in reach. He brought his face to her chest and breathed her in. Smith was unlocking all of his senses for her. Things that never mattered before now became the most important sensations to experience and understand. He needed to know what Audrey smelled like, what she tasted like. He needed to map and memorized every inch of her tempting skin to know what it was that drew him to her so completely.
When Audrey's hands tangled in his hair, Smith pressed a kiss against the inner curve of her breast, making her gasp. His hands tightened against her back and the thin, lacy fabric of her bra as he continued to coax her passionate reactions, grazing her sensitive skin with his teeth and summoning the most delectable little sounds from her mouth. Audrey rocked her hips and Smith was surprised to find himself reacting instantly. He gripped her thighs and pressed himself against her. When Audrey felt his pleasure, she wrapped her legs around the Agent and began to rub against him. Slowly, tantalizingly, maddeningly. The lightning flashes were coming more and more frequently now. Each wave of thunder hit bigger than the one before, practically shaking the walls of the room around them. Though neither seemed to notice, the eye of the storm was drawing near and soon it would be on top of them.
Audrey was swimming in an ocean of heaven. Every touch, every kiss, every breath upon her skin was another tide of his affection, pulling her deeper and deeper beneath the waves. She could drown here and she wouldn't care, in fact she almost wanted it, if only to stay in that pure embrace forever. Feeling the hard evidence of Smith's excitement pressed against her was enough to make her wet with wanting. She needed to get him out of these clothes. She needed him on top of her, now. With fumbling hands Audrey reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it, but as she pulled it off her hand flung outward, her knuckles grazing the leather holster that still hung at his side. They both paused and met each other's eyes.
After a moment, Audrey whispered, "You should probably loose the gun." and tenderly drew her hand along his jawline. Smith didn't say anything or make a move to remove it, he simply held her gaze with his piercing blue eyes. She hadn't thought about the weapon before now, but it occurred to her how difficult it might be for Smith, not to have it on him.
Smith's brow furrowed slightly and his jaw tightened. "...Must I?" He finally asked.
"Well, it's just that...it might get in the way." She replied softly.
Smith looked down at his gun, strapped securely in its shoulder holster. Sensing his hesitation, Audrey leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon the Agent's iron jaw. With one hand in his hair and the other slowly trailing down his chest, across the hard definition of his stomach and to his pelvis, she kissed his ear, teasing his earlobe with her teeth as her fingers traced the outline of his hardened shaft. Audrey felt Smith stiffen at her touch before melting into the soothing rhythm of her attention. Audrey drew his earlobe into her mouth and heard the Agent groan.
Stroking him through his pants, she whispered, "It's okay." The next thing Audrey new, she was on her back, Smith was straddling her, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed. Her breathing quickened with excitement as she starred up into his eyes, now dark and dangerous in the most beautiful way. The Agent drew near, grinding his erection against her pelvis and making Audrey moan.
A wave of thunder hit the building as Smith hovered by her ear and whispered, "What did I say about you protecting me?"
Chills ran over her skin and Audrey bit her lip. She smiled and raised her hips, rubbing herself against his cock and matching his motions. "What did I say about vulnerability?" she whispered back. Smith starred at her, their faces barely a few inches apart. There were so many thoughts behind his eyes, so many emotion-like sensations evident in his face. If Smith could see himself now she knew he would hate it. But Audrey cherished every hint, every glimmer of feeling that she saw and felt within him. The flame that was burning inside her suddenly blazed into an unstoppable fire and she could hold it back no longer.
Audrey closed the space between them and kissed him with the same scorching intensity that was burning across her flesh. Feel how badly I want you. Taste my desire. I need you, Smith.
With a final tug against his lip, Audrey pulled away and commanded Smith's attention with her hooded gaze. "Now, take off your gun, and show me what your research uncovered."
A light ignited behind Smith's eyes and to her utter delight he graced her with a devilish, and delectable smile. The Agent sat up, still pinning her to the bed beneath his powerful legs. God, he was beautiful. The picture image of power and sex. The storm outside was kind enough to illuminate the room with almost constant lightning, allowing Audrey to marvel at his strength and sophistication as he unclipped the latch and pulled the desert eagle from his side. Smith placed the canon on her night stand, still within arms reach, and removed the holster. Audrey rocked her hips against him when she watched his shoulders roll as the leather straps were discarded. Fantasies flooded her mind and she knew she had to ask him to keep the holster on during their next encounter.
Smith leaned back to remove his pants and Audrey quickly did the same. Before either of them knew it they were both completely bare and pressed against one another in an almost desperate embrace. Audrey wrapped herself around him as Smith kissed and explored every inch of her. Their bodies burned, their skin ignited and the energy that coursed between them blazed with such intensity that it dwarfed the lightshow raging beyond the glass and quivering windowpanes.
Their passion paused for but a moment when Smith positioned himself at her entrance, cupped her face and held her gaze in the steadfast security of his promising eyes. As Smith pushed inside her, Audrey cried out. She held on to him for dear life, feeling his muscles tightening around her as he began to shake. She held him close, hugging him against the waves of feelings that crashed down upon them. The world was painted white in the incredible flash of lightning as a bolt shot from the sky and struck the neon sign outside her window. Everything was electricity, and trembling and the matrix was burning. But Audrey and Smith were far below the waves of their desire, breathing for one another as they moved together as one, churning the storm and building toward that overpowering and intoxicating climax when at last all reality and reason would break upon the shore.