Okay! The luv scene! I ummed and ahhed about this for such a long time! Anywayz, here it is... By the way... this part is split into 2 parts, otherwise- this chappie would be really long. I'll post the 2nd one soon- I need to fix it up a little. Once again... thankyou to all who reviewed- your comments mean sooo mch to me! You guyz rock!
Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix.
Of taming and of collars
'A friend in need is a friend indeed,
A friend that bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever...'
Placebo- Pure Morning
Deftly taking her hand,
He leads her across the room.
It glows with a brilliant vermillion flare;
As crimson as his passion,
As deep as his desire.
The mirror shows everything
As the pair glide over to it.
She stares into it with a blank guise.
She shows no emotion.
But inside, she's weeping-
With the knowledge of what he will do.
A crystal falls from her eye,
And slowly crawls down the contours of her face.
The trickle on her skin becomes an ocean.
Her painted lip quivers-
Yet she makes no sound.
No cry, no whimper.
Smith presents a box-
Smooth, glassy, ebony black.
He opens it,
Revealing its velvet-laden interior
And fantastical amulet.
A collar!
A lacy network of milky silver and brilliant diamonds.
She feels the uncomfortable chill of metal on her skin as he collars her.
Smith breathes on her neck while looking at their reflection.
'Perfect.' He whispers.
'Perfect in every way.
My creation.
My Cybil.
From this night on- you will be mine.'
He draws her close to him.
She rips off the necklace and steps away;
Her eyes sneering in hatred and defiance-
She will not go down without a fight.
Her wings flare out as she bares her teeth and talons.
Although she is a beauty-
She is an animal.
A wild animal.
And he will tame her.
Smith isn't swayed.
He retreats into the shadows,
And reappears behind her.
Grabbing her upper arms,
He moves in to bite the soft flesh of her lower neck.
Cybil yelps.
He continues to work at her neck.
Kissing, suckling and gnawing it.
Finally, he turns her around-
And grazes like a mad dog along her collarbone;
Up her throat,
Across her jaw;
Ending at the earlobe where he nibbles it.
Gritting his teeth, growling-
'I will enjoy taking you my darling,
My pet.
I will revel in it.'
Her face is smothered with sheer terror;
But a small flicker in her eye screams for him.
For his presence.
For his touch.
She is slowly beginning to lust for him-
And he knows this.
Frozen to the floor,
She cannot-
She will not move.
He bestows her with a deep and fervent kiss.
Grabbing his strong neck,
She returns the gift.
In his euphoria,
He strips her and tears her clothing into shreds.
Upon being thrown onto the bed,
She pants and witnesses the unveiling of her partner has he bares himself.
He,
Like her-
Is perfect.
Smooth, even toned muscle.
Bestowed with a well-endowed manhood.
He traverses with a precise, calculated, flowing movement.
He is a sleek, slinking big cat.
A hunter.
And she-
The prey.
Ooooh! what happens next...keep reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the matrix.
'A friend in need is a friend indeed,
A friend that bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever...'
Placebo- Pure Morning
Deftly taking her hand,
He leads her across the room.
It glows with a brilliant vermillion flare;
As crimson as his passion,
As deep as his desire.
The mirror shows everything
As the pair glide over to it.
She stares into it with a blank guise.
She shows no emotion.
But inside, she's weeping-
With the knowledge of what he will do.
A crystal falls from her eye,
And slowly crawls down the contours of her face.
The trickle on her skin becomes an ocean.
Her painted lip quivers-
Yet she makes no sound.
No cry, no whimper.
Smith presents a box-
Smooth, glassy, ebony black.
He opens it,
Revealing its velvet-laden interior
And fantastical amulet.
A collar!
A lacy network of milky silver and brilliant diamonds.
She feels the uncomfortable chill of metal on her skin as he collars her.
Smith breathes on her neck while looking at their reflection.
'Perfect.' He whispers.
'Perfect in every way.
My creation.
My Cybil.
From this night on- you will be mine.'
He draws her close to him.
She rips off the necklace and steps away;
Her eyes sneering in hatred and defiance-
She will not go down without a fight.
Her wings flare out as she bares her teeth and talons.
Although she is a beauty-
She is an animal.
A wild animal.
And he will tame her.
Smith isn't swayed.
He retreats into the shadows,
And reappears behind her.
Grabbing her upper arms,
He moves in to bite the soft flesh of her lower neck.
Cybil yelps.
He continues to work at her neck.
Kissing, suckling and gnawing it.
Finally, he turns her around-
And grazes like a mad dog along her collarbone;
Up her throat,
Across her jaw;
Ending at the earlobe where he nibbles it.
Gritting his teeth, growling-
'I will enjoy taking you my darling,
My pet.
I will revel in it.'
Her face is smothered with sheer terror;
But a small flicker in her eye screams for him.
For his presence.
For his touch.
She is slowly beginning to lust for him-
And he knows this.
Frozen to the floor,
She cannot-
She will not move.
He bestows her with a deep and fervent kiss.
Grabbing his strong neck,
She returns the gift.
In his euphoria,
He strips her and tears her clothing into shreds.
Upon being thrown onto the bed,
She pants and witnesses the unveiling of her partner has he bares himself.
He,
Like her-
Is perfect.
Smooth, even toned muscle.
Bestowed with a well-endowed manhood.
He traverses with a precise, calculated, flowing movement.
He is a sleek, slinking big cat.
A hunter.
And she-
The prey.
Ooooh! what happens next...keep reading and reviewing!