Trinity and Neo's faces were inches away from a kiss. Yet they remained still, locked in place from the eyes downwards. After ordering him to recline, Trinity had lain on top of his body and had been quite ready to yank his shirt off, but caught a glimmer, almost a reverent look in Neo's eyes that made her pause. "Neo?" "Hmm?" Trinity relaxed when she heard the panda soft texture, the pleasurable quality, of his voice. It couldn't be that anything was the matter. "Why have we stopped?" He smiled lazily, "I certainly wasn't the one stopping anything." He ran a finger down the fold of her thorax, resting on her left hip, watching her shudder above him. Trinity placed her hand over his motionless palm and moved it to cup her breast, it was Neo's turn to shudder as he felt her softness in his hand. Trinity gave a small smile back, "I love you", and she closed her eyes as he pulled her down. "I love you too, Trinity." He whispered as they brought their lips together again. And this time their contact wasn't slowed by more talking. They were intent on welcoming each other back into their lives. Neo felt as though Trinity was recharging him like a battery, each stroke of her tongue on his, each small hip movement that she made towards him felt like 1000volts of electricity surging through his body, revitalising him. He couldn't begin to describe how good it felt.

Trinity's body was betraying her. Her mind was yelling at her to keep it slow, to relish the pleasure that came about just from having Neo near her for the first time in two weeks. But Trinity's body was fighting just as strongly to keep going, to enjoy having Neo squirm beneath her in pleasure and to keep moving quickly in the forward direction. Her body won. Trinity simply didn't have enough will power to keep it slow. Not now. Not with Neo lying beneath her, tense with pleasure and beautifully flushed with arousal, his hands wandering a path between her shoulder blades. Not while she was completely unclothed, straddling him to bring their pubic bones at rest against each others. Not when she had not had physical contact with Neo for so long that she had enough sexual energy to short circuit the Matrix with. So it was with half satisfaction and half disappointment at her lack of self control that Trinity let her fingers crawl underneath the hem of Neo's sweater, pushing it up to reveal his flat stomach. His toned, flat stomach. Trinity's lust surged forward and pushed out any doubt. She needed him, she needed to be with Neo.

Up, up, up the sweater was pushed, until Trinity slid the arms off of Neo and tossed it to the floor. Neo looked at her again before reaching for her, entangling his fingers in her hair as she brought her lips over the racing pulse in his throat, the hollow between each collarbone, tasting him where she knew was the most responsive. He scrunched his eyes tightly closed, his brow furrowing as Trinity reached an abdominal crease. As usual, lust had sharpened his senses, turning the intensity of their foreplay up to screaming point. Trinity was giving him a thorough treatment, nibbling her way down his body.he knew that she was just biding her time before attempting to blow his mind. And she would.