A/N: The title of this story doesn't make ANY sense, but I thought it sounded cute so I used it anyway. Sorry it has been taking me a while to update, what with Christmas and all that. I have pretty much planned out the entire coarse of this story from beginning to end, and I have a couple of what I hope will be interesting twists to the end of the story that will alter the characters of Neo and Trinity forever, although not so much that they will be entirely different when Reloaded takes over. At least that's what I'm aiming for so you all know where I'm taking this story. However, as always, I am still open to any requests anyone has. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last time!

Brooke: Lol, I'm so pleased you like my writing enough to want me to continue into Reloaded. As much as I am loving writing this, I honestly don't think I will write it into that time. The thing is, as you must understand, writing into that time would mean that there would not be much chance for originality because I would have to interoperate the work of the Wachowski brothers and my own together, like I did at the start of this story. The only problem with doing that again is that with Reloaded, there wouldn't be much of a chance for me to include my own, original scenes, which is what I love doing. So, unfortunately, this story will not go any further than where I plan to end it.

Chapter dedicated to Monique, because I know she'll hate me for dedicating a sex scene to her.

29

"This is the Nebuchadnezzar on approach, requesting immediate access to Gate 3." Tank murmured into the communicator, while guiding the ship across the vast debris of what had once been the sewers of a great human city that had stood above it. Neo sat stiffly in the copilot's chair beside his companion, admiring the way Tank's grey gloved hands maneuvered the ship's controls with expert ease.

"Nebuchadnezzar, this is Zion control." Replied a young, high-pitched feminine voice. "Maintain present velocity and stand by."

"Roger that, control." Tank replied almost carelessly, jerking the ship sharply around a bend that led offside. Neo watched on in perplexity, gripping the armrests of his seat with a childish excitement. The last time the ship had docked in Zion, he had been sleeping, meaning that this would be the first time he would have a chance to see how it was done.

"How many gates are there in Zion?" Neo had to ask.

Tank shrugged, focusing intently on the apparent dead ended sewerage drain that lay ahead of him. "About eight or so. Gate 3 is the one most used, because it's positioned in the most central location, though there are gates all around the entire city. All exactly identical to this one."

Before Neo could continue to question him, the woman's voice suddenly sounded over the communicator. "Nebuchadnezzar, you are cleared through Gate 3 to Base 10."

"Understood." Tank finished, switching off the communicator and placing it aside. Just as he did so, the wall in front of them parted automatically, the steel of the gates screeching metallically as it was torn apart, to reveal a bright, artificial light that lay beyond. Neo watched on in amazement, leaning forward in his seat and peering at the sight before him unblinkingly, marveling at the genius of whomever had created it. To any passing sentinel, the gate would have appeared as nothing more than a blocked sewerage pipe.

Furrowing his brows in concentration, Tank maneuvered the ship through the opening of the gate, listening to the sounds of it closing behind them. Neo gaped as he once again looked out upon the circular dome of iron and steel, with metallic paths suspended a good hundred feet above the actual ground that winded between large docks just wide enough to house a single hovercraft each. From his position, hovering high above the docks, Neo could see the outline of hundreds upon hundreds of people, bustling between the docks hurriedly, anxious and determined to reach their destination. Pale faced teenagers pushed carts and trolleys loaded with different assortments of weapons, tools and military equipment, swerving between the clusters of people to load it onto the other resting ships, waiting patiently to be recharged or repaired.

The ship was moving at a much slower pace then before, and eventually sunk downwards once Tank and guided it to the correct dock. Neo's hands whitened as he gripped the armrests of his chair even tighter as the ship came to land, gasping at the strange, and yet familiar, ringing sensation in his ears. Finally, it touched down and the engines whirred before Tank aloud them to die.

"And that's how it's done." He said with an exhausted sigh, sitting back in his chair and cracking his knuckles in front of him.

"Whoa." Was all Neo could manage to say as he unbuckled the belt fastened tightly around his midsection and stood up from his chair. Tank grinned, leading the way out of the cockpit and down the ladder to the main deck where Morpheus, Trinity and Raven were already waiting for them, bags slung loosely over their shoulders.

The wall they were standing beside backed down automatically as it had done the last time, transforming into a ramp that led to the floor of the dock where three soldiers were waiting for them, dressed in uniformed cotton clothes, their faces pallid and stony.

"Just a short recharging and general maintenance this time." Morpheus informed what appeared to be the leading solider, who nodded stoutly in reply, allowing the captain to push past him and make his way down one of the numerous pathways that led towards an elevator, with the rest of his crew only a short way behind him.

"Oh my…" Neo heard Raven trail away beside him and shot the boy a glance, wondering when he saw the gawking, open-mouthed expression he wore, if he had looked as idiotic when he had been brought to Zion for the first time. Even now, Neo found, he struggled not to be amazed by the unique structure and ordered procedure of the city.

"So this is where I'm gonna live from now on?" Raven murmured, walking clumsily due to the fact that he was still taking in his surroundings. He waited until Neo nodded, eyes widening in awe. "Holy shit! You were right…I think I'm gonna like it here much more than I liked it on that ship."

I think I'll prefer it when you're not on the same ship as I am as well. Neo thought bitterly to himself, but pushed his feelings of anger and resentment aside, basking in the pure joy of spending yet another glorious few days in the freedom of Zion.

"Neo, you're going to come straight with me to see the Council." Morpheus ordered as they walked, not bothering to turn behind him to make sure the others understood. "Tank, you're going to take everyone's bags and return them to their rooms before you can use the time as you wish. That leaves Trinity with the task of being Raven's guide while he settles into the academy."

Trinity scowled, but did not let slip that she disliked the task, knowing full well that soon she would be rid of Raven for good, and would be able to have the privacy with Neo she'd desired for so long.

They reached the end of the path and stepped into the already crowded elevator, standing in silence as it trundled downwards into the heart of the city. Tank was the first to leave, bidding them all a cheery farewell before exiting with the large pile of bags thrown over his shoulders and tucked under his arms. Neo knew that he was soon to follow suit, and moved to the back of the elevator beside Trinity, who was carrying Raven's bags. He took her hand in his own and squeezed it gently, startling her.

"I guess I'll meet you back at the room once all this is over?" He whispered to her quietly, and she nodded her head in reply. The elevator slowed, and he gave her hand a final squeeze before pushing his way back to the front and stepping out into the streets of Zion after his captain.

Up until then, he had hardly been thinking of the Council's summons. The past three days had been too hectic – with the progression of Raven's training, and the numerous nightshifts he'd taken on upon himself – to spare any moment to think of anything else other than the work at hand. Now, as he made his way after his captain between large clusters of people clad in robes of flimsy velvet, satin and silk or tight fitting, revealing clothes, it struck him that the summons of the Council could be more important than he had first thought. Perhaps they had seen the recording sent with Captain Roland some weeks ago and believed it to be false (the recording being the thing that Morpheus had assumed this to be about)? Or what if they did believe it? What would they plan to do to him then? More tests? Would they send him out to the machine city in the hopes that he would miraculously find a sudden burst of inner power and strength that would help him to conquer the war in ways he did not yet understand? But if they didn't…what could that mean for him? And, for that matter, for the rest of his crew?

His thoughts had unexpectantly carried him to the precise location of the Council's chambers. He remembered the last time he had stood outside those steel double doors, and the same nervous fluttering as before overcame his stomach. Only this time Trinity was not with him to hold his hand…to give him the comfort he needed now more than ever. This time, he would have to face the Council alone.

An unfamiliar person was waiting for them outside the door. He was a short, stout, but well built man with a short stubble of black, tight curled hair who dressed officially in the uniform cotton clothes. His face was leathery and worn, exhausted and wrinkled with the stress of impending piles of unfinished work, though his dull cow eyes glinted with fury whenever they met with Morpheus's.

"Captain Morpheus." The man greeted coolly, annunciating on the title of 'captain'. There was something almost like a childish sulkiness entwined with each word.

"Commander Locke." Morpheus replied in a bland, emotionless tone. Any who did not know him well enough would have thought that Morpheus regarded the man before him without referring to any specific emotion at all, though beneath the stillness of his darkest brown eyes, Neo could see a flicker of dislike luring within his captain.

"Control sent word that you and your crew were due to arrive soon, so I immediately went to inform the Council. Of course they wish to see you immediately, and asked me to send a man to find you, though I knew that you of all people would have enough sense to know to come here straight away. Obviously I have been right."

"This is Neo, by the way, one of my newest." Morpheus answered, choosing to ignore the last statement made.

"Oh yes, I know all about you." Locke muttered sullenly, now glaring darkly at Neo instead. "The Council told me every word." He turned away again, directing the next statement to Morpheus. "Though what I can't understand is why you didn't come to me, your commanding officer, about the matter first."

Neo couldn't help but notice the deeper feelings of dislike evident within each person whenever they addressed one another. He could almost sense some sort of jealousy…a rivalry between them of some kind…something deeper than just pure hatred. He made a mental note to later ask Trinity about this, though soon these thoughts were forgotten from him.

"Because I simply decided that this was a matter that should be taken straight to the top. I thought it would have nothing to do with you." Morpheus smirked at the look of pure disgust written across the commander's face. Locke was obviously struggling very hard not to burst out in a fit of rage, and luckily managed to keep his emotions contained, deliberately turning his back and wrenching open the doors of the Councilor's chambers.

The large, circular, slanted room had not changed from when Neo had last seen it. The rows of aligned, empty and highly uncomfortable looking benches were cut into three sections, and divided by two staircases running directly down to the lower bay of the room and beginning at the sets of identical double doors, one of which they had just entered through.

The Council were already sitting along the long table draped in white cloth that was positioned at the front of the room, facing the empty seats, dressed elegantly in long, identical robes of blue velvet. They were silent, watching with pale, insipid faces as the three arrivals moved to stand behind opposite tables in the lower bay – Morpheus with Neo at one, and Locke at the other.

The Head Councillor looked at Neo directly, her dull teal eyes pouring into his own. "You are Neo, recently unplugged solider serving Captain Morpheus on board the ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, who claims also to be the One?"

"Err…didn't you ask me this before?" He questioned confusedly, before remembering what was the correct manner to use when addressing the Council when he saw the look in the Head Councillor's eye. "Um…yes. I am."

Already he was feeling the sweat break out in his palms and on his forehead…the colour leaving his face…the oncoming nausea that always accompanied him whenever he was faced with public speaking. He longed to sit down in the uninviting chair behind him, or to be offered a glass of water. But instead of dwelling on his he set his face firm, reminding himself that this session with the Council was bound to be much shorter than the last.

"And you admit that this disk I hold in my hand now is one that was sent from your crew to us through the assistance of one Captain Roland of the ship, the Hammer?" Continued another councillor, having not noticed the pale shade of green in Neo's face.

"Um…yeah." Neo stuttered. "Yeah, that's the one."

"You are Captain Morpheus, long-time commander and server on board the ship, the Nebuchadnezzar?" The Head Councillor asked, finally turning her attentions from Neo and causing him to exhale a sigh of relief, glad to be ridden of his unwanted attention.

"Yes, Councillor." Morpheus replied solemnly, with deepest respect in his words, causing Neo to feel even less comfortable with his address.

"And you can second Neo's opinion that this disk does in fact, belong to your crew?" She continued.

"Yes I can. That disk contains the footage of what we hope to be significant evidence to prove that Neo is the One."

"We have already seen the footage on the disk, Morpheus, and we have discussed it. In the end, we have decided to believe you." Councilor Harmann smiled kindly, giving Neo an inner boost of confidence. At least, he knew, that Harmann would be on his side. The conversation they had shared after the last time he had stood before the Council had convinced him that at least he had one ally in the Council…someone with status above the rest of Zion whom he could rely to when all else seemed to fail. He was glad that Harmann was here.

"The Council has met before to discuss the matter, and we have decided that this proves that Neo is the One once and for all." Another told him, one Neo recognized from before. He was a dark, unfriendly man, with large, fuzzy black hair. "Now all we need to do is sort out what is needed to be done next."

"If I may, Councilors, I would like to make a…suggestion." Locke spoke suddenly from his place offside at the other table, catching everyone off guard.

"You may, Commander." Said the Head Councilor. Neo noticed that they did not ask Locke to confirm his identity before speaking.

"I believe it would be easier on all of us if we continued to keep this all a conspiracy." Locke continued, his darkening eyes falling upon Neo's and causing him to shudder. "After all, we do not wish to raise false hopes within the general public of Zion."

"We no longer believe that raising false hopes in the people will be a problem." Harmann frowned, something that appeared almost unnatural on him. "However, you do raise an interesting point. Should the public now be alerted to the fact that Neo is the One, or should we wait a while longer before we decide?"

"I believe that this is a matter for Neo to decide himself." The Head Councilor said. "Neo, what do you propose we do?"

Neo found himself frozen to the spot, overwhelmed by the sudden authority that had been placed in his hands. Last time he had stood before the Council, he was certain they would never have dreamed of trusting him with such an important decision, even if that decision would effect him. He supposed that his new status as the One had given him further opportunities and power…power which he did not know how to use. Of course he wanted the publicity, worshiping or scoffing of the Zionists to be delayed from him for as long as possible…but was this the right decision to be made on their behalf? It was then that he realized how difficult being a leader each day must be, and was thankful that he was not in Morpheus's position, though he knew that, inevitably, he would soon have to be making decisions of this kind more frequently. In the end, he decided to go with what he thought was best for himself, Zion and, most importantly, Trinity.

"I think we should do what Locke suggested…for now, anyway." He finally mumbled after a great deal of thought and deep concentration.

"Very well." The Head Councilor concluded. "Now, Neo, you must understand that we are putting a great deal of faith into your hands. When you walk outside that door and see all those thousands of people, you must remember that their fate, and the fate of this war and all mankind now rests in your hands alone. The Council, Commander Locke and your crew will always be here to assist you, though from now on, this is your battle alone. We are putting trust in you, and in this recording you have presented to us, which is undoubtedly the most amazing thing many of us have ever seen. Do not let us, or the rest of humanity down. Do you understand?"

Neo swallowed, nodding curtly in reply. He knew that the Head Councilor was right, and he also knew that all she said was true. Sooner or later, this would become his war, and his battle alone, as much as he would try to avoid it. The pressure they had just placed upon him was unbearable, leaving him feeling exhausted and alone. All he felt like doing was returning to his shared room with Trinity. Perhaps the faith of the Council was not as much of a desirable thing as it first did seem.

"All in this room are hereby sworn to secrecy. None must be told of Neo's being the One until time comes that we agree to letting the public know. Anyone else who knows of this must also be told and sworn to secrecy. Now that all matters have been attended to, this Council is now adjourned."

The Head Councillor banged a gabel on the desk twice and the entire Council stood in union and exited through a small door just behind and to the right of where they were sitting. Neo was not entirely certain, but he could have sworn he saw Harmann pass him a sly wink before he left after the others.

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After sharing in a brief discussion of the Council's verdict outside the Council's chambers with Morpheus, Neo hurriedly approached the elevator, desperate to return to his room and Trinity. Though before he could even reach the elevator itself, a hand shot out behind him, grasping hold of his left shoulder and causing him to jump with a start. He whirled around, only to see Tank and his brother-in-law, Link, beaming at him from behind.

"Hey, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Tank grinned playfully.

"N-Nowhere." Neo murmured, still shaken from Tank's sudden approach. Tank eyed him warily, raising one thick, bushy brow in question. Obviously, Neo pondered, his response must have sounded too suspicious.

"Well…since you're heading in no apparent direction, why don't you come for a drink with Link and I?" He continued cheerily, eyes brightening once more. "Besides, don't you want to tell me about the Council?"

Neo hesitated, thinking of Trinity waiting alone for him in their room. He was sure Tank would understand if he told him he needed to be somewhere else. But would that sound too suspicious? Would he find himself too embarrassed to say he'd rather be with Trinity? Besides, Tank still needed to be told about the Council's verdict…and most likely Trinity had not yet finished with Raven. There would be time for them to be together later.

"Sure." Neo smiled. "I'll go."

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"So…even though they believe you…they still want us to keep it quiet?" Tank said confusedly, scratching his chin as if to show that he was deep in thought.

"I want you to keep quiet." Neo reminded him. "The Council asked me to decide whether I wanted to alert the public yet or not."

"So why don't you want everyone to know?"

"Why do you think?" Link interrupted irritably. "Publicity, of course. He doesn't want the whole of Zion on his back all the time, and frankly, I don't blame him. There's a whole lot of non believers out there who ain't gonna like him, while the rest of the city are gonna worship him. Think about it, Tank. Would you really want all that attention all the time?"

"I would." Tank replied after what appeared to be careful thought. "Especially from the ladies."

"You raise an interesting point." Link answered, taking a long swig from his mug. Neo contemplated, yet again for about the fourth time that evening, how alike both Tank and Link were in more ways than one. They were not biologically related, and yet the similarities between them were uncanny, although Link was obviously the slightly more serious one of the two.

"Speaking of ladies," Neo said as he rose to his feet. He was almost certain Trinity would have arrived back at their room long since, and the heavy taste of alcohol was beginning to take its toll on him. "I really think I should go now."

"A wise decision." Link beamed, raising his glass as Neo made his way to the door. "I guess we'll be seeing you around then, Neo."

"Yeah." Neo grinned in reply. He had almost reached the door when a thought occurred to him, and he whirled around once more. "Tank, make sure you tell Raven-"

"Don't worry." Tank laughed. "Morpheus probably went straight up to the academy to check that he was ok. I'm sure he'll remember to tell him."

Neo smiled, partly from relief and partly from gratefulness. He nodded once in the direction of the two men before he pushed his way out of the ever-growing crowd gathering in the entrance of the bar. By some miracle, he managed to remember the best route back to the room, arriving in a record time.

The first thing he noticed, as he wrenched open his door and stepped into the room, was the sound of running water coming from behind the closed door of the bathroom on the left side of the hallway. The flimsy, cream sheets of the bed cave had been made, though he could not remember doing this last time he was in the room. His bags still sat untouched beside the door, although Trinity had long since packed her own belongings into the opened closet opposite the bathroom, and there was a half-filled mug of water resting on the rickety table in the offside kitchenette.

He stepped into the room completely, allowing the door behind him to slam shut with a deafening bang. He winced at the unexpected sound, hearing the water slow to a drizzle before it was turned off entirely. He remained still, listening to the sound of someone moving about in the bathroom before Trinity stepped into the room, wearing nothing except a white towel wrapped tightly around her slender body.

He took a step backwards in surprise, gazing at her unblinkingly with reddening cheeks. He wished that he had thought it wise to stay outside the room until he could be certain that she had changed. There was something about the towel wrapped around her - just tight enough to reveal each feminie curve of her elegant, domineering figure - that gave him the impression that he should not be in the room. Trinity, however, seemed not to be worried about her lack of clothing. He supposed she had thought that it wouldn't matter since she'd worn a lot less in his presence before.

"Neo…" She trailed away, unconscious of the fact that she was dripping water on the dusty, dirt floor. Upon arriving back at the room, she had been so disappointed to not find him there that she had leapt out of the shower the instant she had heard the door bang shut in the hopes that it would be him. She did not know why she had wanted him to be in the room so much…probably, as she thought later, that after they'd made love in the room for the first time, it seemed so empty and silent without him. Somehow finding that she was not unnerved by her own severe lack of clothing, she ignored the stunned expression on his face and moved herself closer towards him.

"Neo, where were you?" She began again. "I've been here over an hour and I was wondering…" She stopped herself again, noticing the obvious change of expression on his face.

Neo blinked, feeling the colour flood from his cheeks. No longer did it matter to him that she was wearing next to nothing. The cool temperature of the room mingled with the scent of her body, reminding him of the last time, long ago it seemed, when they'd made love in the same room. He had captured the memory of that night so well, down to the very detail in her face, for he was afraid of losing it forever. The yearning and desire he had suffered from so long on the ship came flooding back to him at the mere sight of her. It was then that it occurred to him that this was not the ship. They were alone…alone in their own, private space where they had no chance of being interrupted.

"Neo?" She asked him quietly, struggling to depict the emotion in his eyes. "Neo? What is it?"

He took slow, careful steps towards her, eyes roaming over each feature of her body. The suppleness of her skin…the water that dripped onto her bare shoulders from her wet and mangled dark hair…the colour in her pale cheeks, and the brightness of her ice blue eyes…the feminine curves of her hips…the abundance of her breasts, hidden beneath the towel…the corners of her red lips…all so mesmerizing…driving him mad.

"Maybe it's just the alcohol talking," He heard himself whisper, standing so close now that he could see her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. "but…"

In one, swift movement, he enveloped his arm around her waist, astounded by the softness of her hips beneath the towel. He drew her as close to him as he could, hearing her gasp in sudden surprise, although she did not try and pull away. Before he knew it, he was kissing her, beginning intensely from the very start. His tongue slid straight past her lips as he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, exploring the waters of her mouth.

Trinity closed her eyes to the sensations, finally understanding what he meant by the look he gave her earlier. For once, she did not feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment, nor was she anxious for any reason whatsoever. The burning desire to be with him had been slowing driving her to the point of insanity, and now that they finally had the time to be alone together, she did not allow any emotion other than ones necessary to get in her way. She moaned against his lips, grinding her hips against his own as her hands slid up beneath his shirt, massaging the firm muscles of his back. Neo began to step forwards, causing her to move backwards until they were directly beside the bed. Together, they fell back against the pillows, just as Trinity had wrestled his shirt over his head.

It wasn't long before his hands found their way to the knot holding the towel around her together and began to undo it, his fingers having to dig inside it in order to pull it apart. She began to wriggle beneath him when she felt his hands graze the tops of her breasts, eyes alighting in a burst of passion. Feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his head and took his hands away from her towel, fearing that the expression in her face meant that he had done something wrong.

"I-Is something wrong?" He stuttered, looking down on her with concern. The seriousness in his eyes and in his tone was enough to make her laugh at the stupidity of the comment. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers through his hair comfortingly.

"No," She whispered, surprised to find her voice already broken. She brought her hand back down along his cheek, finding his own and guiding it back to the towel. "No."

He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he began to undo the knot again with much more ease than before. The towel loosened, then fell aside, leaving her body bare and exposed below him completely. All he could do was stare down at her in awe as she pulled the towel out from beneath her and tossed it onto the floor. Each line of her body an example of the beauty and strength that could be found only in her…everything as it had been when he last saw her this way…everything perfection.

No longer intimidated by the way that he would stare at her naked body, she drew an arm around his neck, hoisting herself up towards him so that she could nibble on his left earlobe, sucking on the delicate skin and bringing it into her mouth. Now it was his turn to moan, a dense, humming sound in the back of his throat.

"You're mine." She heard herself whisper in a voice that was not her own. A voice laced with passion and desire. He laughed, partly because of her words and partly because of the way her breath would tickle his ear. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him with her, his naked skin pressing into her own.

Neo could never quite believe that anything could feel so soft. Her breasts felt so round, full and supple below him, the sensation of their skin pressed together purely indescribably exquisite. It made him want to kiss her again, only this time his lips worked their way from her jaw and down along the side of her neck, finding a sensitive vein and sucking on it, leaving a mark in his wake. He could feel her struggling not to betray her pride and cry out as he shifted slightly, kissing around the plugs on the tops of her breasts.

Trinity bit down sharply on the insides of her cheeks, though even that could not stop her from crying out his name when his lips moved across her, mouth worshiping the peak of her breast as his tongue flicked out against one nipple. He smiled when he heard her, loving the effect he had on her perhaps even more than she adored having it on him. She had the ability to break through him so easily…to send him into pure oblivion. He could never do to her what she did to him, as much as he wished he could give her what she deserved, which was why he loved it whenever he could break through her tough exterior.

As his lips lowered, planting a row of kisses down her smooth, flat stomach to her navel, she became conscious of her legs, which were wriggling and squirming…tangling with his own in an infertile attempt to calm her racing heart. She was overcome with a flurry of sensations and emotions, feeling his lips move slowly down past her navel and along until they reached her right thigh. All at once she felt the colour flood from her face, and her nerves took hold of the lustful passion burning inside her, driving it away and replacing it with sudden fear and uncertainty. She knew what he planned to do.

Neo wasn't sure what had driven him to do what he did just now…some inner instinct or emotion having overpowered him now left him feeling confused, as much as he desired to do what his body had set out for. Glancing up into her eyes, he saw that they were wide with hesitation…fear for the unknown. It had left her face white and pasty, almost sickly. He did not want to do anything without her consent, though he found he could barely speak, the heated scent of her body overwhelming him. Instead he waited, watchful eyes questioning her…watching the traces of anxiety evaporate when she locked her vision with his own. She saw that his eyes were not only filled with lust and yearning, but were alive with something deeper…more respectful. All at once, her body became at ease again. All she could do was nod, chocking back on her own words of agreement.

He linked hands with her own, entwining their fingers together and holding her securely. Then she was lost, awash and overwhelmed with indescribable sensations as he made love to her with his tongue, fingers and lips. She tightened her hold on his hands when he reached a sensitive part of her body, squeezing them tightly as her breaths came out in gasps. The feeling spread throughout her entire body, his own teasing her relentlessly. Even after she met with Neo…even after they fell in love, she had never imagined him to do this. He was always so meek and naïve, though now this could not be determined. She was the one who now felt weak…at the mercy of what he was and wasn't willing to give her. It was enough to cause tears to brim in the corners of her eyes as her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Her body lurched as it reached its climax, and she heard herself scream uncontrollably, her hands squeezing his own so tightly that it began to hurt.

He broke away from her when he heard her cry out and the tightening grip of her hands. When he lifted his head to her face, he saw that there were tears swelling in the corners of her eyes, though they were wide and unrestrained, hazy with an overload of emotion. It was he who had done this to her…he who was the source of the love glistening in her eyes. Her hands were tugging on his own, instructing him to move back up to her mouth. He obeyed, sliding back up to the top of the bed and embracing her, holding her against him as he traced the path he had kissed her with one index finger, stopping at her inner thigh.

"Neo…" She whimpered, her voice husky and feeble. The feeling of reaching her peak had been beautifully indescribable, and all that she could ask for was that it happen again. "Please…"

He nodded, understanding her completely. He pulled himself away from her, wrestling off the pants he still wore and tossing them to the floor, straddling her hips with his own, entering her silently…swiftly, and without hesitation. Her back arched automatically as it had done the last time, only now it was virtually painless. All she felt was him inside of her, and all the emotion and feeling that came with it. He groaned, beginning to move while she trust her hips forward to meet with him, squirming below him as she felt herself reaching another climax. She cried out his name, wrapping her legs around his waist and sliding her arms over his shoulders. It was this that sent him over the edge of oblivion as he joined her. Slowly, he felt his energy leave him until he collapsed atop her, panting with exhaustion.

"Whoa." He whispered to himself, feeling her chest heave beneath him as she breathed. Like he was, her body was drenched in perspiration, and he couldn't help but feel that the room was now much warmer than it had been when he first came in.

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A/N: My God, I have an incredibly warped mind. Sometimes I can't believe I actually write this stuff! Um…does it really happen like that? Is this sex scene believable or not? Has it improved from the last one? Please tell me what you think!!!!