A/N: Man, I am so cruel! I completely forgot to write a thank you note at the beginning of the last chapter thanking everyone for all their reviews on my chapter 18. You all made me feel so much better…and things are starting to work out now. My friend and I have made up, and I've been studying really hard for those crappy exams. If I get good marks, there's no reason why I can't stay in the school I'm in now!
Yet again, thanks to everyone so much. You're reviews meant a lot to me
Neo-Lover72- I have no problem with you posting my writing up elsewhere. As long as you put my name (Trinity-Neo1818) on it, I'm cool with it.
Well here I am, a few nights after my exams, eating my way through a packet of 'Fruit Tingles' and a bucket of fries, preparing to write a sex scene for the first time ever. Not a very romantic setting for a romantic chapter. Yet again, I must say that this won't be that good considering my age, but I'll give it my best shot.
I hope you enjoy it!
20
"Shit." Trinity cursed the moment she managed to pull the front door to their room open and stared into the darkness that lay beyond.
"What is it?" Neo asked, peering over her shoulder to try and figure out what had caused her reaction.
"The electric lighting's shot." Trinity explained, fiddling with the switch beside the door. She swiveled round to face him, smiling tiredly. "Wouldn't be the first time. Zion doesn't have a very stable lighting system."
"Better than the one we have on the Neb." Neo shrugged, recalling a time when Trinity had explained how the lighting system on board the ship worked while they repaired the engines in the cockpit. She had told him that the main lights were set to turn on automatically at a set time, and the same for when they turned off. However, each room had it's own small system of light, that enabled it to be used after hours.
"But not as reliable." Trinity continued, breaking him from his thoughts. "The electricity problems have become so frequent in the past few years that the Council decided that it was essential for every room to be equipped with candles."
"Oh." Said Neo, finally understanding the purpose of the short, thick white candles that seemed to be positioned throughout the entire room- including the space outside the bed cave.
"Hang on, I'll get a lighter. Hold the door open until we can get some light in." Trinity instructed.
Neo nodded, watching her disappear into the darkness of the room that lay beyond as he leaned against the doorframe. Because of the light he was allowing to stream into the room from the outside corridor, he could just barely make out the faint outline of Trinity's figure moving towards the kitchenette inside the dimly lit room. He heard a clatter, as if someone was searching for something in amongst other things. Then, he saw the faint flicker of firelight illuminate a small portion of the room, its flames dancing across Trinity's elegant face.
He waited until she'd lit all the candles except for the ones surrounding the bed cave before he stepped into the room properly, allowing the front door to close behind him. He observed the uncertainty in Trinity's eyes before she finally decided that lighting the candles around the bed cave would not make a change to the atmosphere of the room.
Trinity hardly noticed the way her hands shook violently while she lit the final few candles, too busy focusing on what was going on inside her mind at the time. There's something about spending an evening together in a club, and then returning to sleep in a candlelit room that doesn't seem right to me…
For once, Neo's thoughts were traveling along the same pattern. The flickering tongues of fire spurting from the candles was creating an interesting effect on the tan coloured gown she wore, making the pastel skin on her bare back seem more vibrant than it usually was, and the fabric of her dress thinner than before, causing her waist to appear additionally petite and feminine. The ebony kinks of hair that framed her face seemed softer, lighter…easier to finger between his hands. Her neck appeared taller, slimmer and darker in tone than it had been in a properly lit room. But what seemed to captivate him the most was the singular curves of her body….the silkiness of her skin….
He watched her as she lit the candles, her back turned to him. Each movement she made was an essence of beauty, strength and delicacy. Each time her bare shoulder shifted to move her hand, and each time she strode to the next set of candles, her legs brushing against the skirt of her dress…each time the muscles around the silvery plugs running directly down her spine tightened, he became more aware of the way his heart would thud in his chest, and the sweat that was slowly beginning to gather in the clammy palms of his hands.
It was then that he realized it was not the candlelight that was causing him to see Trinity in this way. It had more to do with the heated tension swimming through his veins whenever he looked at her. And all it did was give him a burning desire to touch her.
She had only just lit the last candle when a pair of firm arms slipped around her waist, clasping sweaty hands together against her stomach and drawing her back against a warm chest. She let out a gasp of surprise, dropping the lighter to the dirt floor almost instantly and straining her neck to look into the eyes of the newcomer, although she knew from both his touch, and the fact that this was the only credible possibility, that the man who held her was Neo.
Her aroma was overwhelming him now….overpowering him. He lowered his head into the right side of her neck, placing a row of soft kisses tracing from her jawbone, across the fabric tied around her neck and holding the top half of her dress together, to the very edge of her shoulder. Trinity whimpered, wriggling until she'd freed herself from his solid grasp. For a while, he was worried that he'd done something she didn't like. But he soon realized she was only pulling away in order to turn and face him properly.
It was amazing, in Trinity's point of view, that you could look upon the same sight day in and day out and still never grow tired of it. It was the way she felt whenever she locked eyes with Neo, and was granted the privilege to use his russet brown eyes to see the fire burning behind them, and the love and passion that inflamed her mirrored within his own steady gaze.
Now that she was facing him directly, Neo was struggling not to loose control. The style of her dress was designed so that the skin revealed between her breasts was visible until it reached her navel, when the fabric was brought together at a dip near her waist. Although his eyes were much more preoccupied with upholding the constant eye contact between them then with roaming over her velvety skin. Her ice blue eyes - the first thing he'd noticed about her when they met in the Matrix for the first time - were now pouring into his soul, revealing thoughts and emotions she would show to none other than him.
All rational thinking…all sense of fear seemed to flow from Trinity's body and melt through the floor of their room when she met Neo's eyes. She no longer seemed to care or worry about loosing her virginity…about giving herself to the man she loved…or about anything other than him. Him….Neo….the One.
She lifted her hand to his short sleeved, chrome coloured shirt, pressing down against his skin and tracing her fingers along his muscles through the fine material, brushing her knuckles across one of his nipples.
"Trinity…" He groaned, impulsively placing a hand on top of hers, using his free one to wrap back around her waist and pull her back towards him, grinding their hips together.
She wasn't sure if it was the close contact between them, or the tone in which he said her name that made her perceive the reality of the situation. At once, she began to panic, and sweat gathered on her hands. Not for lust, but for fear of the situation that she'd unintentionally gotten herself into.
"Neo," She whispered, her voice hoarse and dry. Neo blinked, startled, when he looked into her eyes again to see none other than fear masking the deeper feelings she'd reserved solely for him. He coaxed his head to the side, wondering, yet again, if he'd done the wrong thing.
"Neo," She repeated, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to offend him, or make him think that she didn't love him. But he had told her never to be afraid to show him how she felt, no matter what emotion she conveyed. She let her eyes fall, meeting with the dirt of the floor below them as she spoke in a low whisper. "I-I've never done this before…I…"
At first, Neo was unsure of what she meant. He could tell she was afraid of something…something she wanted to do, but was petrified of. He couldn't work out what it was for a while….the situation had been this intimate between them before….why should she be afraid of it? It was then that he realized, that she was afraid of it turning into something deeper…thinking about the one idea that hadn't occurred to him until now. And all at once, he became fearful of it, too. But for different reasons.
He wasn't worried about losing his virginity when it was to Trinity, the single person he'd loved or ever would love. When he saw her, standing before him with her head bent so she wouldn't meet his eyes, he was reminded of the Trinity who had pierced a knife into a human's skull. The Trinity who'd murdered too many people to count. The heartless Trinity….the strong Trinity…stronger than he ever could be, One or not. He was afraid he would not be what she wanted….what she deserved. Trinity was perfection….she deserved perfection. But it was perfection he'd never be able to give her.
Her hand was still pressed against his heart with his own held atop hers, his right arm enveloping her waist, drawing her close to him. A month ago, he wouldn't have dared to even think about touching her like this, as if it were something to sacred or holy to consider. Only that morning, he'd felt the same way when it came to making love with her. And yet now here he was, facing both situations at once.
Not really. He argued inside his mind. There's no law saying we need to do anything we don't want to do.
Even so, there was a flame growing inside of him as he held her. Pools of fire were radiating off his fingertips whenever he touched her. Despite the fact that he was afraid, he wanted her….needed her….loved her. Loved every part of her.
He brought his hand from around her waist and cupped her chin to lift her head, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes once more. Her very pupils seemed blurred, hazed with love and admiration, and yet also with a sense of nervousness.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." For one terrifying moment, he was sure she planned to pull away…say that he needed his rest. But all she did was nod once against the hand that still softly cupped her chin. He smiled, drawing so close to her that his next words were breathed against her lips. "I love you."
She parted her lips to reply, but he kissed her before she had the chance to utter a single word. Straight away, his tongue slipped past her lips, tracing the roof of her mouth. A half stifled moan echoed from the back of her throat when their tongues clashed together. One of her arms found itself growing a mind of its own, and wrapping around his neck, likewise for the leg on the same side of her body, which rose forward slightly off the ground, her knee bent in an attempt to close the non existing gap between them.
Subconsciously, Neo shuffled closer to her in order to deepen the kiss shared between them, causing her to back up until she had no room left, and broke their kiss to lower herself onto the bed directly behind them, keeping her arm round his neck. Neo twisted his body slightly to the left, in order to support her fragile frame as she gradually came to the bed, sitting with her head propped up against the pillows with one leg still bent, the other lying straight, her skirt risen to her thighs to reveal the startling white legs it held beneath.
The arm around his neck pulled the top half of his body down with her, until he eventually had to climb onto the bed beside her. He wriggled up the mattress until he lay directly beside her, turned on his side to face her and with one elbow supporting his weight, while she lay down completely and gazed into his eyes, listening to her heart thudding in her chest, letting the arm around his neck fall down his back, and then drew it back to her side.
Neo panted, taking in the air he'd been denied while kissing her when they were still upstanding. His body was almost pressed against her side, with only a small fraction of space left between them, which was occupied with the elbow he used to hold himself stable. Her once neat hair was now mattered and tousled, dark against the brilliant white of the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted delicately to allow heavy breathing.
No one else has ever seen her like this before. And no one else ever will…ever be able to see how beautiful she looks after I've kissed her. God, she's like this because of me! Trinity, the strongest and most independent woman in Zion…
His lips formed a quivering smile, and he lifted the hand connected to his supporting elbow, brushing threads of ebony hair out of cloudy blue eyes with careful, upward stokes across her forehead. Smiling now too, she glided one hand underneath his shirt, massaging the muscles of his stomach beneath it. Even now, Neo was still surprised that someone so strong could have such a soft touch…such careful fingers…knew the precise way to send him into oblivion.
Trinity felt his muscles twitch against her hand, heard him groan uncontrollably and smirked to herself, loving the effect she had on him. He shifted his weight to come down upon her in a passionate kiss, but she stopped him by moving her head to the side, pressing their skin together to place soft, sucking kisses along his earlobe….teasing him….taunting him.
"You're cruel." He grunted. She could literally taste both the yearning and the frustration in his voice.
"Only when I want to be." She whispered into his ear. She flopped back onto the pillows with much less grace than before, only this time she drew him with her and allowed him to kiss her again.
When he left her mouth some time later, his lips continued across one cheek, down her jawbone and neck until he reached her collarbone. His lips left a patch of wet behind wherever he kissed her, as well as a small pool of fire bubbling inside her. All the while, her hand had traveling from his stomach to his back, and was now tracing a path between the plugs down his spine.
Without meaning to, they seemed to have made a silent agreement not to think while making love. It only reminded them of what they should be doing…of Zion…the Matrix…things they needn't think of until the following morning. All they needed to know, when they were together in the dead of night, was that they were in love…and they were alone.
Neo stopped kissing her so he could assist in tugging his shirt over his head, Trinity using the one hand that had been rubbing the muscles along his back. He dropped it to the dirt floor, then shifted his weight so that he was almost completely on top of her.
This was not the first time she'd seen Neo in this much clothing, but it was the first time she felt she could touch him without having to use the excuse of tending to his wounds. She brought both hands up to this chest, drawing lines around each of his muscles, collecting droplets of sweat that were already beginning to form with her fingertips.
Desperate to touch her, he ran his index finger from her collarbone down through the middle of her dress, drawing a line down the exposed, naked flesh, pressing down firmly. She cried out in ecstasy, hands sliding over his shoulder blades to his back once more, clawing at him desperately.
Neo knew what came next, but was suddenly overcome with hesitation. This was Trinity, his second-in-command. A soldier…a fighter…a warrior, and not the sort of person who would generally allow someone to take her dress off. He felt his cheeks grow hot, and saw her look at him in confusion, before he finally gained enough courage to speak.
"Trinity," He asked her bashfully. "C-Can I touch you?"
All she could do was nod, unable to form words. Her skin was still wet in places where he'd kissed her, and the line running down the center of her dress tingled from where he'd touched her already. How could he think she'd say 'no', when she could experience so many sensations of pleasure just from what they'd done thus far?
Neo smiled, fingers interlacing behind her neck and pulling her forwards to undo the dress. At the same time, a thought sprung into his head. This definitely isn't going to be anything like the Trinity I'm used to.
But as soon as one of his hands began to fumble with the knot holding the halter neck together, she panicked once more. She had never considered herself to be beautiful…didn't even think she was attractive. Then he began to tell her the opposite, and for a while, she had even begun to believe him. But now….now she wasn't so sure. Wasn't sure if he'd still think she was beautiful when he undid her dress.
Even if she had wanted to, it was too late to protest. Already he'd managed to undo the knot holding the top half of the halter neck gown together. The fabric slid over her shoulders, brushing against her skin as it eventually fell to her hip to meet the skirt of her clothing. She closed her eyes, partly to enjoy the vibrations coursing through her veins when she felt his eyes on her naked skin, and partly to delay seeing his reaction in case it was one she wouldn't like.
Neo gaped at her, lying flatly beneath him with both eyes closed. He could hear her panting…taking slow and shallow breaths for reasons unknown to him. But if she was feeling anything like he was, then it was to calm the overload of new and inexperienced emotions he felt when he looked upon her.
God, she's so beautiful. Unlike anything I've ever seen before…or ever will see again. Again, he was overcome with a desire to give her the perfection he believed both that she deserved, and that he could not give her. He studied her for a long time, each unmasked curve of her body, each exposed feature and each plug dug into her skin only adding to his impending desire to touch her until he could bear it no longer.
Despite his fear of imperfection, he lifted one hand to her collarbone, drawing a fine line down her yielding skin until it came to her chest, then traveled up the side of one breast. Her eyes sprung open the minute his fingers began to move upwards, and she shifted so that she was sitting upright, but still beneath him, eyes hazy with incurable want and desire.
Trinity hadn't expected him to touch her so suddenly. Until she'd fallen in love with him, she had never imagined herself in this situation, and not once had she thought about what it would feel like to have someone run their fingers across her breasts. Nor did she then believe that anything could ever feel as good. His hands seemed to melt when they touched her, like an ice-cream on a hot summer's day, as they trembled, riding up until they reached the peak, circling her nipple and then lowering slowly down the opposite side.
She'd been too focused on his hands to notice his eyes until she sensed that he was trying to find hers, possibly (dare she even hope for it) because she'd rendered him speechless. When she did meet his gaze, she realized that this was indeed true. It was the obscure effect in his constant stare that told her that he definitely did like what he saw, once again washing away all feelings of doubt.
His hand moved to the other breast, this time with more confidence. He began to draw circles around her supple skin until he reached the peak, then tugged at her nipple, stroking her with firm hands. Her pride fought against her, willing her not to slip and cry out again. But her heart would not give in, and a shallow moan ended up elapsing from the back of her throat. She lifted her lower body even further, struggling to sit up even more so that she already was.
Using the hands that were still clinging to his upper back, Trinity propelled herself upwards until she was close enough to lower her head and place a ring of soft kisses just around the outside of one of his nipples. He grunted, enveloping both arms around her stomach and pushing her back down onto the bed, bringing himself with her.
Before she knew it, he was kissing the plugs just above each breast, and then moving back across her breasts with his mouth…worshipping her skin. She gasped with surprise, having thought he'd be too timid to try something like this. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that she liked it, and it took all of her self resolve not to cry out again, and instead groped at his hair
Neo knew that she was too proud to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. The soft moans and gasps she was forced to let escape was all she wanted to allow, and even that was something she'd rather go without. Yet this only made him want to hear, and to feel, her reaction to him even more. He moved his mouth over the peak of one breast, tongue flicking out against her nipple. This time, she could no longer hold it in, and a loud groan ripped from her mouth, echoing around the walls of their room.
"Neo…." She whimpered pitifully once she'd reclaimed herself, fingers digging into his skull. He could tell that she was ashamed of the tone in her broken voice. "…..God…."
He stopped kissing her to lift his head, to see her staring up at him, wide-eyed and defenseless. "I know." He whispered comfortingly, trying to make her feel less humiliated. "It's ok….don't be afraid."
She couldn't reply, her speaking ability long since having drifted away with her reputation and dignity, at least when they were confined to this room. When she failed to say anything, his expression became apprehensive and anxious.
"Do….you know, we can stop….if you want to."
Trinity shook her head violently, knowing that was the last thing she needed. She didn't see why her pride should matter anymore….at least not when she was with him. Didn't he tell her that she should feel free to convey any emotion she wanted when they were alone together? The only emotions she felt now were both love, and want.
"No." She replied almost instantly, shaking her head violently, lowering her voice before she continued. "Please."
It was the first time she could remember saying that word throughout the course of her entire life. It was the first time she'd actually wanted something; needed something so desperately to say it. And she could tell from the satisfied smirk spread across Neo's face, that he was more than happy with her response.
It seemed to take him an eternity to slide his hand down the left side of her body. From the tip of her shoulder…down and over her breast….gliding over her flat stomach and finally reaching her hip, where he began to pull her skirt and underwear with him down her legs, his hand grazing the insides of her thighs. Finally, he guided the dress over her feet and tossed the entire garment to the floor, leaving her bare and naked on the bed in beneath him.
It was then that he knew just what perfection was. She was perfection….every inch of her body….everything blended together and mixed with her heart, her soul, her spirit. Everything that made up 'Trinity' was the very meaning of the word; and nothing would ever be as fantastic or as amazing as she was. But what he really found unbelievable was that he, and he alone would be the only person to ever see her like this….ever be able to see the meaning of perfection.
"What?" She asked, her voice hoarse. "Neo, what is it?"
"Perfection." Was all he could say, moving up across the bed to capture her lips again.
Trinity didn't need to know anything more than that one word as a response. When he had been taking off the lower half of her dress, she hadn't been as nervous as before. This was simply because she realized that if he loved her only half as much as she loved him, her body wouldn't matter to him. Only who she was as a person. Even so, he had called her 'perfection'. The exact word she'd use to describe him too.
She slid her hands back over his chest, guiding them down his stomach to the hem of his pants. He helped her to wrestle them off him with much less control than he had demonstrated when removing her clothes. Neither cared at this stage, with more on their mind than just the fear they'd been suffering from earlier. Nothing seemed to matter anymore….nothing except being in love.
In a silent agreement, he entered her in a single swift movement. All he had to do was move his body atop her fully, completely filling her with him. Before she knew it, he was inside her and she gasped as he broke her barrier…erasing her virginity all in an instant, and sending too many indescribable feelings flooding through her body. She felt complete…like two pieces of a puzzle being united at last. No longer was she able to control herself, or give a thought to whatever reputation she still held with him. Her body arched upwards to accommodate him, and she let out a scream of both pleasure and pain, much to Neo's personal satisfaction.
She didn't think something as beautiful or simply unexplanatory could hurt. She was a woman who didn't even flinch when she was shot, kicked or wounded in any way, so she never thought that something that seemed as simple as this could be painful. But it wasn't simple….it was indescribable. Painful, and yet beautiful at the same time. It appeared as if he'd touched her in a place she couldn't control, and the pain sent shivers running down her spine.
"Oh God!" Neo groaned as he entered her, feeling her close in around him….infecting him like no one else ever could. These were the only two words he could use to describe the intense feelings of pleasure overcoming him. She was so warm….so wet….fitting against him perfectly…heat radiating off her skin. He could taste her sweat on him….feel the rush of intensity he could not control. It was then and there that he realized that nothing would ever feel the same….none could ever feel like Trinity did when he made love to her. This was perfection. This was the ultimate. And all he had to do was move into her.
Trinity held in her words, snapping her eyes shut and clawing at his back tightly for support. So tightly, in fact, that red marks indented into his pale skin wherever she touched him, leaving her fingerprints behind. She counted under her breath slowly, waiting for the pain to go away. Eventually, she exhaled an exasperated breath, and letting go of his back, fell back onto the bed, breathing ragged breaths.
"Trin?" He asked her quietly, slightly intimidated by her reaction. It certainly wasn't what he expected from her. But then….what did he expect? Not the pained, expression on her face. He bent and gently kissed her temple, whispering apologetically several times when he realized he was the cause for her reaction. "Do….do you want to stop?"
Trinity shook head violently, wrapping her arms back around his neck and kissing his neck, finding a vein and sucked on it tenderly, forcing a purple, blue blemish to appear. Neo moaned heavily, beginning to move inside her. Slowly at first….but then increasing the intensity of each trust as they became accustomed to it.
Each time a name was whispered in ecstasy, and each time a whimper was uttered, Trinity and Neo both felt themselves falling over the edge of oblivion. She buried her head into his neck as he moved, making more reddish marks on his back and shoulders until Neo slowed, growing steadily tired. As much as he wanted to continue, he dropped on top of her with exhaustion.
Their body sweat mingled as he nestled his head into her chest and whimpered softly, becoming comfortable against her skin. Trinity smiled, running her fingers through his hair soothingly. She was entering a state of self pride in conquering her fears when he began to whisper.
"I can hear your heart beating." He murmured against her chest.
Trinity's smile broadened as she kissed the top of his head lightly.
"I love you, Trin." He yawned unwillingly, allowing sleep to claim him.
"I love you, Neo." Trinity replied, already half asleep herself.
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