Title: Curiosity
Author: Christine,
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; I am just borrowing them for some mindless entertainment and maybe even a plot or two.
Summary: I don't even like the Matrix that much, and I think it's my thing for Monica Bellucci that really propels this.
Part: 1/1
There is just something about them that creates a fine sense of curiosity within me. I know that they are programs, and that their purpose now is only to serve my loathsome husband, but I cannot change this need within me to know them better.
Maybe it is their preternatural beauty. They are premiere specimens; incredibly odd for such a program type as theirs to be created with such finesse, such physical allure. My purpose is to persuade and seduce, so my own attractiveness does not elude me. I am fully aware of it, for it is my tool to fulfill my purpose. And I suppose that aids my interest in the twins. But still... There is something else, too, that propels my desire to understand them.
I do not want to alarm my husband of my thoughts; he may not love or desire me anymore, but his pride is quite enormous, and any interest of mine for another man would greatly hurt it.
Instead, I have devised a better method to get the twins' attention.
"Miss Persephone, what are you doing here?" one of the twins asks as they push past their bedroom door.
Slowly, I raise my eyes to meet his inquiring ones. "Why do you think?" I reply with my own question.
"Won't your husband be worried?" the other twin says sarcastically as he looks at me on their bed.
Closing my eyes, I stretch languidly and run my hand along my side. "Merovingian is too busy worrying about himself."
"Why are you here?"
"Because I want to be," I answer cryptically.
Truly, I cannot think of anything to say that might carry any weight. How could I say that my own curiosity brought me to their bed?
"That is not an answer."
"Do you ever tire of each other?" I fire.
They both seem a bit startled by that question. "No," they answer simultaneously.
I laugh a slow, tinkling laugh that brings a smile to my face. "Are you one or are you two?" I ask, suddenly piqued by their synonymy.
"Both," they reply together.
"Both," one repeats alone. "I will ask you once more, Persephone, why are you here?"
He seems exasperated, which only heightens my interest. "I'm fascinated by one program that acts as two," I admit at last.
"We fascinate you?" one says, his tone indicating a certain disbelief, as he gestures between them.
"Is it so hard to believe?"
They simply stare back at me.
"Come, sit," I invite.
"It is our bed," they say.
"So it is," I murmur.
"You should leave," one says tiredly.
"Am I making you nervous?" I ask boldly as I feel the bed shift under their twin weight.
He appears to grow frustrated.
"Surely I cannot be of too much trouble? I am only lying here."
"Half-dressed."
"So you noticed?" I reply.
"We would not deny your beauty, nor would you."
"This is true."
"Why have you come to us, Persephone?"
"Yes, why have you?" the other twin echoes.
With a sigh, I answer, "I am unsure."
"Let us show you why," they murmur together.
"What?" I ask, a bit startled myself.
Understanding dawns on me when I feel a hand on the inside of my thigh, sliding further upwards, and another grazing the side of my breast.