Title: Is there a Chance?
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Pairing: T/N
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: This story was supposed to have a rapid pace, in which the characters get to know each other well soon, rather than drawing it out. This will be the last chapter.
* ~ * ~ *
Nicolya shyly laid her damp head on Thomas's shoulder and hid her eyes from the dim light. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. Made love to a man that she barely knew and yet felt she'd known forever.
Nothing made sense and yet everything seemed to click whenever she was in his presence.
Thomas's chest expanded with each breath he took, his breathing started to calm down and his pulse returned to a semblance of normalcy.
His hand moved up to caress the soft moist skin that covered Nicolya's slender throat. He was absolutely speechless, he didn't know what to say, after what had just happened. He'd come tonight, because he'd wanted it to be her, and when he'd discovered that it was her, he'd been so elated, so happy.
These seeds of emotion that bloomed in chest were choking him with their intensity. He wanted to sing with joy, shout out to everyone that he was.... Was what? His mind struggled to rationalize this starburst of emotion. Was it love?
Nicolya lifted her head off his shoulder, and looked into the face of the man she loved. Yes she loved him and wasn't afraid to accept it anymore. She looked into his brown eyes. "I love you." She said it with a solemn conviction.
His eyes widened in shock, he froze under her touch.
She watched him carefully, then obviously having seen enough, she got off his lap and began hunting for her clothes.
When she was at the door, her hand on the knob, "Wait."
"What?" she turned around. Her eyes brimming with a pain so dark with such a depth that she would never escape from.
"I can't let you go like this, it's not right." Her eyes flared in response, she opened the door and fled down the hall.
Thomas hurriedly dressed and raced after her. He ran down the front steps of the building and came to a halting stop, when he saw a crowd of people in the middle of the street.
"Nicolya," he yelled. He ran to the crowd of people, and pushed through. He saw a young child of seven or eight, sitting on the ground, her leg at an awkward angle. Feeling slightly stupid, he pushed back through the crowd and went to stand by an aging oak tree.
That's when he had an epiphany. All these emotions that were wrapping him in knots, were his love for Nicolya.
"I love her, I love Nicolya," he said the first part aloud and the second part silently to himself.
"Who do you love?" a voice behind him asked.
"I love you." Thomas turned around. "When I ran outside and thought that you'd been hurt that's when I realized it."
"I know it may sound frivolous after what just happened, but I do love you." Thomas avowed.
"And I love you," Nicolya linked his hand with hers and they walked down the sidewalk in the dim street lights that illuminated their path.
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Pairing: T/N
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: This story was supposed to have a rapid pace, in which the characters get to know each other well soon, rather than drawing it out. This will be the last chapter.
* ~ * ~ *
Nicolya shyly laid her damp head on Thomas's shoulder and hid her eyes from the dim light. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. Made love to a man that she barely knew and yet felt she'd known forever.
Nothing made sense and yet everything seemed to click whenever she was in his presence.
Thomas's chest expanded with each breath he took, his breathing started to calm down and his pulse returned to a semblance of normalcy.
His hand moved up to caress the soft moist skin that covered Nicolya's slender throat. He was absolutely speechless, he didn't know what to say, after what had just happened. He'd come tonight, because he'd wanted it to be her, and when he'd discovered that it was her, he'd been so elated, so happy.
These seeds of emotion that bloomed in chest were choking him with their intensity. He wanted to sing with joy, shout out to everyone that he was.... Was what? His mind struggled to rationalize this starburst of emotion. Was it love?
Nicolya lifted her head off his shoulder, and looked into the face of the man she loved. Yes she loved him and wasn't afraid to accept it anymore. She looked into his brown eyes. "I love you." She said it with a solemn conviction.
His eyes widened in shock, he froze under her touch.
She watched him carefully, then obviously having seen enough, she got off his lap and began hunting for her clothes.
When she was at the door, her hand on the knob, "Wait."
"What?" she turned around. Her eyes brimming with a pain so dark with such a depth that she would never escape from.
"I can't let you go like this, it's not right." Her eyes flared in response, she opened the door and fled down the hall.
Thomas hurriedly dressed and raced after her. He ran down the front steps of the building and came to a halting stop, when he saw a crowd of people in the middle of the street.
"Nicolya," he yelled. He ran to the crowd of people, and pushed through. He saw a young child of seven or eight, sitting on the ground, her leg at an awkward angle. Feeling slightly stupid, he pushed back through the crowd and went to stand by an aging oak tree.
That's when he had an epiphany. All these emotions that were wrapping him in knots, were his love for Nicolya.
"I love her, I love Nicolya," he said the first part aloud and the second part silently to himself.
"Who do you love?" a voice behind him asked.
"I love you." Thomas turned around. "When I ran outside and thought that you'd been hurt that's when I realized it."
"I know it may sound frivolous after what just happened, but I do love you." Thomas avowed.
"And I love you," Nicolya linked his hand with hers and they walked down the sidewalk in the dim street lights that illuminated their path.
