nofuckingway
That was all Trinity could think at first. She resisted the urge to pull out her gun and empty a load into the Merovingian's head.
dodgethisasshole
Then the logical part of her brain took over. It always did, eventually. It told her that she was going to have to go along with him.
youhavenochoice wehavenochoice
She clenched her hands into fists under the table.
It was almost funny, in a perverse sort of way. Cypher would really have enjoyed the irony.
Trinity, who would die for this cause, hesitating to give something so small as a kiss.
Trinity, who would gladly take a bullet for the resistance, unwilling to let a program stick its tongue down her throat.
Trinity, all her own woman, now bound from duty by loyalty to a man.
Love for a man.
She needed Neo to look at her. She needed-approval?
She didn't even bother glancing at Morpheus. It would just cause her to misdirect her anger if she looked at him and saw that spark of eagerness; that "come on Trinity, we need this for the mission, do it, come on Trinity."
No, she needed Neo to look at her. But he was deliberately looking away from her.
She looked into the Merovingian's eyes. Confidence, pure confidence. Not under the hold of Persephone, in control of the situation, just confidence in its purest form.
And lust. He wanted her. He wanted her and he was certain that he could have her.
we'llseeaboutthat letmejustgetmygunout
Temper, Trinity. Stay calm.
Neo was looking at her now. She looked back at him sadly. He had to know, didn't he? He had to know that she loved him, would die for him, wanted him all the time, simply couldn't bring herself to want anyone else anymore.
When she looked into those big brown eyes, she knew that he knew.
She saw anger and sadness warring for dominance within him. He was not feeling unlike she was feeling right now.
She reluctantly looked away from Neo. She had gotten what she needed from him right now. This moment would be easier, perhaps, if she didn't look at him anymore.
suckituptrinitydoit
She forced herself to get up out of her seat. There was no way she was backing down now. No way was she giving up now.
She had come way to fucking far for that.
ineedtoforcemyselftodothis
She walked towards the Merovingian, who had gotten up and was just waiting for her, like a hunter who knew that its prey would eventually come along.
She focused on him like she focused on an enemy during battle.
How was this any different?
it'sdifferentohit'sdifferent
shutuptrinitydoit
The Merovingian was moving towards her now. They both stopped and met each other half way.
The Merovingian was still smiling. Bastard.
He extends his hand and strokes her hair. She takes a deep breath and lets him.
She lets him pull her into a kiss. She does not kiss back.
She doesn't know whether to picture Neo or try to push him as far out of her mind as possible.
She does both at once.
Confusion, sheer confusion.
He's using his tongue now.
neopictureneo it'sokaypictureneo
His hand on her waist. She's slightly panicked by where that hand may wish to venture.
She kisses him back a little.
Ohhellmightaswell
He finally stops. Has it been ages or a few seconds?
Who fucking cares, it's over now. Done.
jesuswhydoifeellikei'vejusthadsex
didienjoythatno
youhadtoalittleyes
nonoyesnoyes
He smiles a small smile at her. He's satisfied. He enjoyed it. He got what he wanted.
Trinity suddenly turns on her heel and walks back over to where Neo and Morpheus are still seated.
Her eyes lock with Neo's.
Wereyouwatching pleasepleaseihopeyouweren't
She sees sadness in his eyes. And anger. But still, acceptance. Love. Always there.
ineedyounowneo helpmenowneo pleasenowneo
She swallows hard as she fights back the guilt.
whydoyoufeelguilty youdidwhatyouhadtodo
youalwaysdowhatyouhavetodo
Always have, and always will.
Neo's still looking at her. God, she loves him.
And he loves her, and that feels even better for her, if such a thing is possible.
it'sokayyeahit'sokay
She did what she had to do.
That was all Trinity could think at first. She resisted the urge to pull out her gun and empty a load into the Merovingian's head.
dodgethisasshole
Then the logical part of her brain took over. It always did, eventually. It told her that she was going to have to go along with him.
youhavenochoice wehavenochoice
She clenched her hands into fists under the table.
It was almost funny, in a perverse sort of way. Cypher would really have enjoyed the irony.
Trinity, who would die for this cause, hesitating to give something so small as a kiss.
Trinity, who would gladly take a bullet for the resistance, unwilling to let a program stick its tongue down her throat.
Trinity, all her own woman, now bound from duty by loyalty to a man.
Love for a man.
She needed Neo to look at her. She needed-approval?
She didn't even bother glancing at Morpheus. It would just cause her to misdirect her anger if she looked at him and saw that spark of eagerness; that "come on Trinity, we need this for the mission, do it, come on Trinity."
No, she needed Neo to look at her. But he was deliberately looking away from her.
She looked into the Merovingian's eyes. Confidence, pure confidence. Not under the hold of Persephone, in control of the situation, just confidence in its purest form.
And lust. He wanted her. He wanted her and he was certain that he could have her.
we'llseeaboutthat letmejustgetmygunout
Temper, Trinity. Stay calm.
Neo was looking at her now. She looked back at him sadly. He had to know, didn't he? He had to know that she loved him, would die for him, wanted him all the time, simply couldn't bring herself to want anyone else anymore.
When she looked into those big brown eyes, she knew that he knew.
She saw anger and sadness warring for dominance within him. He was not feeling unlike she was feeling right now.
She reluctantly looked away from Neo. She had gotten what she needed from him right now. This moment would be easier, perhaps, if she didn't look at him anymore.
suckituptrinitydoit
She forced herself to get up out of her seat. There was no way she was backing down now. No way was she giving up now.
She had come way to fucking far for that.
ineedtoforcemyselftodothis
She walked towards the Merovingian, who had gotten up and was just waiting for her, like a hunter who knew that its prey would eventually come along.
She focused on him like she focused on an enemy during battle.
How was this any different?
it'sdifferentohit'sdifferent
shutuptrinitydoit
The Merovingian was moving towards her now. They both stopped and met each other half way.
The Merovingian was still smiling. Bastard.
He extends his hand and strokes her hair. She takes a deep breath and lets him.
She lets him pull her into a kiss. She does not kiss back.
She doesn't know whether to picture Neo or try to push him as far out of her mind as possible.
She does both at once.
Confusion, sheer confusion.
He's using his tongue now.
neopictureneo it'sokaypictureneo
His hand on her waist. She's slightly panicked by where that hand may wish to venture.
She kisses him back a little.
Ohhellmightaswell
He finally stops. Has it been ages or a few seconds?
Who fucking cares, it's over now. Done.
jesuswhydoifeellikei'vejusthadsex
didienjoythatno
youhadtoalittleyes
nonoyesnoyes
He smiles a small smile at her. He's satisfied. He enjoyed it. He got what he wanted.
Trinity suddenly turns on her heel and walks back over to where Neo and Morpheus are still seated.
Her eyes lock with Neo's.
Wereyouwatching pleasepleaseihopeyouweren't
She sees sadness in his eyes. And anger. But still, acceptance. Love. Always there.
ineedyounowneo helpmenowneo pleasenowneo
She swallows hard as she fights back the guilt.
whydoyoufeelguilty youdidwhatyouhadtodo
youalwaysdowhatyouhavetodo
Always have, and always will.
Neo's still looking at her. God, she loves him.
And he loves her, and that feels even better for her, if such a thing is possible.
it'sokayyeahit'sokay
She did what she had to do.