A/N: Well, well, whaddya know…Chapter 12…My favorite chapter, I might add, and I
think you know why. Sorry it took so long. Had to be careful about when I
typed this. And this was such a cliffhanger too…hee. First off I'd like to
say that this is the first sex scene I have ever written, so please be nice
when you review. I don't have any actual experience (yet), so I'm just kinda going
with what little I know from books and movies as well as with my gut
feeling. I tried to be tasteful and not too explicit so my friend Kristen
could stand to read it. I heart you Kreesten! Cookies go to Rei for posting
as always!
Thanks to She-bear and Bagheera for their kind and above all else HONEST
reviews! May you be showered with cookies! Please continue to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Matrix and I'm not getting money
by writing this. The song lyrics are from Faith Hill. Glitch is mine, so no
using her without my permission. Exodus…this means you.
Rating: Alright folks. This is it. The "cookie chapter", as I like to call it.
There should be NO children reading this chapter. Period. End of story. I'm
not going to give an age limit since it's not my job to enforce it. Parents,
you should know your kids. If they wind up asking you some weird questions
over breakfast, don't come flaming up at me. I have every right to post this
and they have every right to read it, but it's your job to make sure that
they don't if you don't want them to.
I know you people get sick of hearing that, but if you're old enough to read
this you can skip them. They are really just for fair warning
content-wise.
Alright then…on with the show!
Chapter XII: Doorway
Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
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Smith held Glitch firmly by the shoulders as he pressed her towards her
bedroom. They missed the door by about a foot and crashed into the wall, but
neither person seemed to care as their lips were still locked together.
Glitch's hands had busied themselves with Smith's suit and she had managed
to rid him of his coat and tie, and she was now working on his shirt, which
was proving difficult, since she couldn't see what she was doing.
Glitch suddenly toppled backward finding herself sprawled on the bed. She
looked up at Smith who now seemed to loom over her, his outline barely
visible in the dim light. His crisp shirt gaped open where it had been
unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing swath of his smooth chest.
Glitch slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants and used it to
help herself stand. She suddenly didn't trust her knees to hold her up. Smith's
arms slid around her waist as he kissed her again. His right hand slithered
up her back and found the zipper of the dress. She shivered as it dropped
to the floor.
A tiny gasp escaped Glitch's throat and she pulled herself closer to Smith.
She was dressed now only in her underwear and she thanked whatever gods
there were that they were matching black lace. She whispered a silent thank
you to Ring for the suggestion. Smith's hand teased along her bra strap,
twisting and untwisting it in his fingers. He slid his hand to the clasp
and unsnapped it.
Fear rushed through Glitch like fine champagne as the lingerie fell away
from her small breasts. She pulled body even closer to Smith, trying to hide
herself against him. Smith looked confused as he turned her face up to his.
He could see the self-consciousness in her eyes.
"You are afraid of something." He said in his most unreadable voice.
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak.
"Why?" Smith asked, sliding a hand through her dark hair. "What is it?"
Glitch licked her lips, trying in vain to wet them. "I am afraid of
disappointing you." She whispered.
Smith smiled then. It was a real smile, showing all his ivory white teeth. He
leaned down and kissed her again, feather-light and breathed into her ear.
"You won't."
Glitch pulled back and looked up at him. "This isn't fair." She said
suddenly.
Smith's serene expression was replaced once again with confusion. "What?"
Glitch fiddled absently with the stiff collar of his shirt as she spoke.
"You have way too much clothing on."
Smith's confusion melted into a lustful smile. He carefully pulled the
earpiece from the crest of his ear as he spoke. "That, Simone, can easily be
remedied."
Glitch's hands were trembling so much that Smith had to steady her fingers as she
unbuttoned his shirt. She was stuck totally dumb with awe by his build as
she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His suit masked a frame that was all
muscle and whip cord and she couldn't help but run her hands over the
marble-white expanse of his chest.
Smith let out a shuddering sigh as he luxuriated in her attentions. His
hands went to the belt of his pants and after only a second of work it was
pulled free and cast to the floor. His pants followed falling to lie in the
heap of discarded clothing beside them.
Glitch smirked up at him. "Silk boxers?" she asked, sliding her hands down
his buttocks.
It was hard to tell in the darkness, but she thought she saw Smith blush.
Glitch buried her face in the hollow of his neck and spoke in a muffled voice.
"Somebody had fun putting you together."
Smith gave a coarse laugh. She had to remind him that he was only a machine.
He slid his hands down her body feeling ever curve he could reach. She gave
a soft moaning sound against his skin in reply. He gave her a soft push,
topping her backwards onto the bed. She caught herself and laid down
obligingly, watching him crawl on top of her with eager eyes. All of Glitch's
fears and misgivings had now been thrown to the wind.
She pushed her body pillow off the edge of the bed and slid across the
sheets so that Smith could lay on top of her and not hang off. Her hands
gripped his waist as he drove a knee down between her legs. Meanwhile his
hands had been roving all over her body touching her breasts, her neck, and
anything else he could reach that made her moan. He rested the bulge that
had grown in his boxers between her legs as he lavished his attentions on
her. It was almost as if he were teasing her.
Glitch used her elbows to press herself up and meld her mouth to his.
Smith's tongue attacked her mouth, reaching down to fence with hers. As he
pulled away Glitch drug her teeth across his bottom lip and he gave a
primitive growl.
Smith looked down at her and she up at him. The expression on Glitch's face
had totally changed. She no longer looked afraid or even apprehensive. She
looked accepting, like she knew that she might regret this but she would
worry about it later. Right now she was going to enjoy the hell out of
herself. He smiled warmly and kissed her again gently this time. It might
have been chaste had they not both been nearly nude.
Nearly. Yes, that needed fixing in Glitch's mind. Her slender fingers played
along the waistband of his boxers. Smith smirked down at her, obviously
knowing exactly what she wanted. With a quick kiss, he rid himself of them.
Glitch was quite pleased with herself. He could take a hint after all.
Smith reciprocated, hooking his finger in the side of her panties. She kissed
him as her hands went to remove them but he caught her wrists. She pulled
away, a little surprised. Smith's eyes no longer smoldered but blazed with
an uncivilized fire. If Glitch hadn't felt what she saw in his eyes, she
might have been afraid. Smith took both of her wrists in one long fingered hand
and raised them over her head as he jerked her panties off. She raised her
hips up slightly to make it easier and she found herself grinding into him.
His grip on her wrists tightened as he growled with pleasure. Glitch spread
her legs wider as Smith took her hands in his and kissed her again. This
kiss was neither soft nor gentle. It was as though Smith were trying to
devour her from the mouth down.
Smith pulled away from the kiss as he slid into her. Glitch made a helpless
sounding noise in her throat as she cinched her eyes shut.
"No, Simone." Smith whispered raggedly. "Open your eyes. I want to see your
eyes."
Glitch pried her eyes open and found herself drowning in the intimacy of the
moment as Smith began to move inside her. He kept no rhythm, like he was
trying to absorb every sensation he could and not hurt her in the process.
It was like he thought she would shatter beneath him.
Glitch pressed up against him and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "I'm not
made of glass you know."
Smith paused and turned his face towards her ear. "I could hurt you."
"You won't. Don¹t worry about me. I trust you."
A shiver ran through Smith's body and he began to thrum inside of her. Her
breath came in shallow pants as their rhythms synchronized. As his pace
increased Glitch could feel muscles she didn't even know she had clenching
around him. Her peak began rising in the pit of her stomach. She buried her
face in the hollow of his neck as his name spilled out of her mouth.
"Smith…Oh God..." She half shouted as her nails dug into the back of his
hands and her back arched off the bed.
"I'm here, Simone." He breathed down on her.
And with that, Glitch fell over ecstasy's edge. White stars danced before her
vision as a scream tore itself from her lips. She relaxed back against the
bed, her skin flushed and shining with sweat.
Smith peaked only a second later, slamming into her one last time. With a
last exhausted sigh that whispered her name, he collapsed on top of her. She
caught his lips with hers as he fell. Her own name had never sounded so
good.
******
Whew! What a ride! This will be the last update for a few weeks. I'm taking a well-deserved
vacation! Laterz, all!