Disclaimer: See Ch 1.
Neo was drifting in the sort of sluggish half-sleep he had become accustomed to. He had found the he really didn't sleep well without her curled up by his side. All that vigorous exercise they used to engage in right before sleeping probably hadn't hurt, either.
He thought he could feel hands sliding up over his chest and bit his lip to hold in a groan that was half arousal, half exasperation. Man, his wet dreams were really getting out of control lately. He lifted a hand to brush away the phantom fingers, and was shocked when another hand met it in midair.
He opened his eyes to see a very familiar facing floating over his. Trinity. He wanted to say her name, to tell her that they couldn't, shouldn't do this, but before he could say anything, she kissed him hard on the mouth and slid over so that she was straddling his hips, their bodies intimately aligned, only the pants he wore separating them. She wore only a loose overshirt, and her lower body was bare. Her hands wandered over his bare chest, and somehow, without his knowledge or consent, his were doing the same to her, sliding underneath her shirt, skimming away from the scarred areas. Their tongues swirled together until he tore his head away, breaking the kiss, drawing a soft moan of protest from her.
"Trinity," he gasped, "We shouldn't be doing this."
She shifted slightly, rubbing against him, and he caught his breath.
"Why not?" she growled throatily. He tried to remember. Why not indeed? His hands, still exploring, encountered a knot of scar tissue. She flinched. Of course, that was why.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered finally. She sat up straight, still astride him, and pushed his hand gently away from the scar. He thought that she had seen reason. Damn. But no, she simply hooked her fingers under the hem of her threadbare top and pulled it over her head, bending back over him. He shut his eyes, trying to think of pure, cold things, but there was a warm, living woman in his arms, and her mouth was sliding over his neck, licking and sucking at his skin.
"Hurt me? Tell you what hurts me. Every moment we're not touching. Every second you're not inside me is agony, Neo, like ice. Like death. Nothing could hurt more. Not being with you is killing me, don't you understand?" She punctuated her words by rocking her hips against him until it was all he could do not to cry out.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and she kissed him.
"Don't ever do that again," she mumbled against his lips. He nodded gladly. He had almost forgotten how good she smelt and tasted and felt against him, and realised what a fool he'd been. "Love me," she whispered.
Only too happy to obey, he rolled them over so that she was beneath him and did his level best to make up for all the months he had wasted.