Trinity didn't actually think that her body could feel any more alive, the prickly feeling of lust jumping from her stomach to her thighs and back again, her palms sweaty on his biceps. Neo's pleas caused a reciprocating tremor to run down her back, hearing him say her name just made her want him even more. And it was with that thought that Trinity reached between their bodies with her hands and gently held his length. Neo quivered beneath her and made a small noise in the back of his throat as he felt the very beginning of her body brush against him, exuding heat and wetness onto the swollen head. It was the last moment of Neo's fully conscious thoughts, before being taken into the warmth, the grip, the muscles of his lover. "Jesus, Trinity." Neo whispered as they became fully connected, his hands gripping her hips. "You haven't been inside me for so long." She finished for him, squeezing her eyes shut, "I've missed it."

Neo made a slow movement of his hips, shifting inside her. Trinity could feel him deep in her and she gasped at the first circles of his body, all of the breath leaving her body. Neo slid his hands up her body, tracing the contours until he reached behind to gently grasp her back and pull ever so slightly on her. She took the hint, rotating her hips until their faces were level again, breathing warm pants of air onto each others faces. Trinity slowly lowered her face to kiss him, feeling as though she was jumping off a rock face, falling into a pool of trembling, quivering beauty..and she was falling..falling with him. Neo took her top lip into his mouth, nibbling on the flesh, caressing her with his tongue.

Physically connected so deeply, Trinity felt like a two piece jigsaw puzzle.she only needed him to be whole, to be achieve her full potential. Together, they could achieve greatness.."la choutte", as Persephone would have said. Not that Persephone had any idea.not a even a memory of what it was like to be loved so fully, the French Madame had known that. It was the very reason for why she had asked to be kissed, so that she could " 'ave a taste" of what Neo and Trinity had together. And the taste must have been exquisite for her, a rich liqueur for an alcoholic, a truffle for a diabetic. Their taste was of passion, of commitment and adoration, spiced up with the kink of lust and complete desire for each other. Trinity could even taste it, a lingering wisp of it on Neo's tongue, his shoulders now dotted with beads of perspiration, his lips. It made her hungry for more of him, more of his skin and the taste. She moved her lips to the tender flesh of his earlobe and bit down, before soothing away the shock with a moistened tongue and pair of lips up his ear.

Sorry that this chapter is so short but I need to revise for my chemistry test tomorrow. Wish me luck. I hope that even with Revolutions being as it is, people still want to read about the pair. I know that I certainly do! So keep writing everybody, share your literary spirit with the net. Keep sending those comments to me..bisse