And there's a Spaced reference... I couldn't help it! Oh, and the stars indicate that Zi and Neo had sex. But I don't write graphic sex. Kind of a pity though, I guess ;)
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"So she finally wakes up." The comment was more playful than scorning, and as Ziren Diget rolled over from her half-drugged sleep, she smiled. "Neo." The dark haired young man moved from the dining table to her bedside. Ziren's medium mousy-brown hair fell in her face as she tried to sit up, and she spent the next thirty seconds trying to drag it all back. "Where's Trinity?" she asked casually, scraping all but a few strands either side up into a fairly neat ponytail. "With Morpheus and Link trying to fix the mess *you* made," he replied, poking her on the forehead gently. Ziren was slightly oblivious to the chaos on the Nebuchadnezzar. "Well maybe if you and Trin weren't-" she stopped herself with a sly grin, even though the temptation to wind up Neo about his sex life was almost unbearable. Neo seemed to get the point of the message though, and went quiet. "So... how are things between you and Trinity?" She got up a little hazily and wandered over to her tiny kitchen unit. "Want anything? It's *Zion fresh*, none of that apparently tasty stuff in the Matrix." Neo looked at her intriguedly. "I'm alright, thanks. And Trin and I are great." She put the small kettle on the hob and found a tin cup on the back. "Okay." The water boiled with a neat 'whoosh', no steam coming off (oh, how the intrigues of Zion's heat and water system annoyed her). "It must be nice, having someone like Trinity. Or, the male equivalent in my case. Having someone you can depend on, someone you truly and honestly care for, someone you'd *die* for..." She poured the boiling water into the cup and tossed in a teabag. "I miss tea with milk, stupid as it sounds, seeing as I never really had tea with milk, or tea at all," she muttered, straining the bag and dropping it into the compost bin.
Neo watched her drink the bitter Zion tea, and she stared back at him, sitting cross-legged on the tabletop. She put down her cup and dropped her legs so they swung down off the table. "What do you think of when you sleep with her?" she asked timidly. She knew she shouldn't ask, but having Neo all alone with her made questions like that hard to ignore. It wasn't very often you saw Neo and Trinity apart these days. "What do you think I think of?" Ziren shrugged and forced down the rest of her tea. "I don't know, just curious..." Neo wandered over and sat down on the table next to her. "Most of the time, obviously, I'm thinking about Trinity. Sometimes I think about other things, like Zion, like the Matrix, like you..." Ziren went pale at the last part of his sentence. "Neo..." She looked right into his dark brown eyes, paralysed with confusion and something else, something more, something like lust...? Neo brushed a strand of mousey-brown hair out of her face. "Shh.. don't cheapen this..." he whispered, not that Ziren could find the words to speak. She swallowed briefly and nodded, not once losing eye contact with him.
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Ziren clung to the young man's neck as they finally broke apart, half-dressed. "God... Neo..." she gasped, closing her eyes as she kissed him again, stroking his hair softly. Neo shifted down a little and kissed the young woman's neck, still holding tightly to her waist. "Tell me you love me," she whispered, as she regained her breath. "Wha-what?" She sat up, still sweating and finding it a little hard to breathe. "Tell me you love me." Neo rested his forehead against hers. "Ziren, I-" Suddenly, the young woman's eyes snapped open. "What the...?" She clutched the edge of her blanket and squinted the cold sweat out of her eyes, as the dream came flooding back to it. "Shit," she mumbled, rolling over, dragging the blanket with her. "It was all a fuckin' dream," she growled, wiping the sweat from her face and sleep residue from her eyes. "That was a cruel thing to do, God."
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"So she finally wakes up." The comment was more playful than scorning, and as Ziren Diget rolled over from her half-drugged sleep, she smiled. "Neo." The dark haired young man moved from the dining table to her bedside. Ziren's medium mousy-brown hair fell in her face as she tried to sit up, and she spent the next thirty seconds trying to drag it all back. "Where's Trinity?" she asked casually, scraping all but a few strands either side up into a fairly neat ponytail. "With Morpheus and Link trying to fix the mess *you* made," he replied, poking her on the forehead gently. Ziren was slightly oblivious to the chaos on the Nebuchadnezzar. "Well maybe if you and Trin weren't-" she stopped herself with a sly grin, even though the temptation to wind up Neo about his sex life was almost unbearable. Neo seemed to get the point of the message though, and went quiet. "So... how are things between you and Trinity?" She got up a little hazily and wandered over to her tiny kitchen unit. "Want anything? It's *Zion fresh*, none of that apparently tasty stuff in the Matrix." Neo looked at her intriguedly. "I'm alright, thanks. And Trin and I are great." She put the small kettle on the hob and found a tin cup on the back. "Okay." The water boiled with a neat 'whoosh', no steam coming off (oh, how the intrigues of Zion's heat and water system annoyed her). "It must be nice, having someone like Trinity. Or, the male equivalent in my case. Having someone you can depend on, someone you truly and honestly care for, someone you'd *die* for..." She poured the boiling water into the cup and tossed in a teabag. "I miss tea with milk, stupid as it sounds, seeing as I never really had tea with milk, or tea at all," she muttered, straining the bag and dropping it into the compost bin.
Neo watched her drink the bitter Zion tea, and she stared back at him, sitting cross-legged on the tabletop. She put down her cup and dropped her legs so they swung down off the table. "What do you think of when you sleep with her?" she asked timidly. She knew she shouldn't ask, but having Neo all alone with her made questions like that hard to ignore. It wasn't very often you saw Neo and Trinity apart these days. "What do you think I think of?" Ziren shrugged and forced down the rest of her tea. "I don't know, just curious..." Neo wandered over and sat down on the table next to her. "Most of the time, obviously, I'm thinking about Trinity. Sometimes I think about other things, like Zion, like the Matrix, like you..." Ziren went pale at the last part of his sentence. "Neo..." She looked right into his dark brown eyes, paralysed with confusion and something else, something more, something like lust...? Neo brushed a strand of mousey-brown hair out of her face. "Shh.. don't cheapen this..." he whispered, not that Ziren could find the words to speak. She swallowed briefly and nodded, not once losing eye contact with him.
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Ziren clung to the young man's neck as they finally broke apart, half-dressed. "God... Neo..." she gasped, closing her eyes as she kissed him again, stroking his hair softly. Neo shifted down a little and kissed the young woman's neck, still holding tightly to her waist. "Tell me you love me," she whispered, as she regained her breath. "Wha-what?" She sat up, still sweating and finding it a little hard to breathe. "Tell me you love me." Neo rested his forehead against hers. "Ziren, I-" Suddenly, the young woman's eyes snapped open. "What the...?" She clutched the edge of her blanket and squinted the cold sweat out of her eyes, as the dream came flooding back to it. "Shit," she mumbled, rolling over, dragging the blanket with her. "It was all a fuckin' dream," she growled, wiping the sweat from her face and sleep residue from her eyes. "That was a cruel thing to do, God."
