Neo crept quietly back into their now shared apartment, holding his breath as the large red door creaked. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake up Trinity. She had looked so peaceful before he left, and he couldn't bear to wake her. Trinity had told him that it would take 24 to 48 hours to recharge The Neb but, knowing their luck, he knew Morpheus would somehow get the ship operational in less, assuming he wasn't thrown into the stockades for defying a direct order.

Leaving his shoes by the door, Neo padded into the kitchen, taking a glass off of one of the shelves. He filled it and let the water flow freely past his lips. It hadn't been enough to distract him, so he splashed the rest onto his face. He stood, water dripping off his cheeks, his jaw, his eyes. Why couldn't he enjoy the time that he had with her. Why was he plagued with these dreams? The Oracle had told him that he had the sight and that worried him. Did that mean that his dreams were premonitions? Or was he so exhausted that his mind wasn't strong enough to push the images away.

He couldn't imagine how Trinity had done this for so long. This war was exhausting. Every moment was spent on edge, wondering if it was their last. Between the fear, they stole moments of solace, hidden behind the closed doors of their quarters, the boiler room, and one very bold attempt at Morpheus' room. Each moment, every touch was sacred, and he hoped he had given her enough the night before.

He was grateful for the brief moment they had in the elevator - their first time truly alone in months. They devoured each other, desperate for touch, until Trinity pulled away. The elevator doors opened to reveal what appeared to be hundreds of devoted worshippers of Neo and the prophecy. It wasn't fair. Neo gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white. It just wasn't fair. He wiped his face with his shirt before deciding to return to their bedroom.

Trinity was already up, leaning against the door frame. She had wrapped a sheet around her, but Neo could tell that she was still nude underneath. "I'm sorry," he said, catching her eyes with his. Despite the furrow in her brow and the concern in her eyes, she looked well rested.

Good.

Trinity shook her head. She was too forgiving. Neo desperately wanted to make it up to her. She deserved the world and he wished he could give her that and more. She sauntered up to him, still gripping the sheet, and wrapped her arms around him. "Neo, it's okay." He returned the gesture, burrowing into her neck. The sheet slipped to the floor, but neither of them moved; They were frozen in an embrace that both wished could last forever.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Neo finally stammered, voice muffled by the feminine curvature of her neck. Trinity ran her fingers soothingly through his hair. "Neo, don't. There is nothing to be sorry for. You have the weight of the world on your shoulders and I'm here to help you carry that weight. I'm here because I choose to." Trinity felt his tears begin to flow on her bare skin, trailing down her chest. "Oh, Neo," she sighed, holding him tighter, giving him the solace he needed to let out all his stress.

Neo pulled away slowly and cupped her face in his broad hand. He examined her for a moment. Her hair was disheveled from the night before and her eyes, still full of concern and understanding, looked back at him, willing him to be okay. Trinity kept him going and he knew that he would never be able to repay her. His eyes fixated on her lips, soft and pink and barely parted. He pulled her closer, capturing her lips with his. He moved slowly, less desperate than before. Neo desperately needed her to know his every thought and desire. He needed to thank her.

His kisses were gentle, but passionate, and he devoured her every breath. Gently lifting her into his arms, sighing at the sound of her gasp, he carried her back into their bedroom. There, he worshipped her body, showering every inch of skin with kisses. He revelled in each sigh, gasp, and moan, spending extra time kissing all her favourite spots.

Her wrist, in particular, was very sensitive, and he planted a number of kisses on her pulse, loving the feeling of life beneath his lips. Her shoulders and collarbone followed suit and Trinity moaned softly into his ear. Neo smiled against her neck as he ran his hands down her body. Predictably, she writhed beneath him, straining towards him as his hands reached her hip bones. Eager, are we? An unspoken question between them. He didn't need an answer.

His eyes darted back up to her, and they were begging, pleading him to continue his descent. Neo happily complied, satisfied by the sounds that escaped her lips. He stroked and touched her gently, knowing exactly what she liked. He had gotten quite good at loving her, and she made sure he knew it. Trinity dug the fingers of one hand into his shoulder, the other desperately trying to remove the barrier between them. To her dismay, Neo stopped pleasuring her and instead, kissed her fingertips before placing her hand beside her.

Neo ran his hands over her body once again, starting from the top. To keep her with him, he stopped at her breasts for a moment, kneading the skin underneath as she moaned and arched her back. Satisfied, he continued lower, planting kisses and trailing his tongue as he went. She writhed beneath him and begged him to take her, but he denied her once again. His fingers and tongue teased the abdomen and inner thighs before finally, finally, capturing her with his mouth. Trinity's hips bucked against him and she called out to him. Everything was going dark and she saw stars. She was falling further and further until her final release came.

Neo gripped her hips hard, holding them in place as he continued, refusing to let her go. He rode out each wave with her, her moans incoherent now, refusing to stop. She was close, again, and he knew it. A hand reached up to play with her breast and the sensation sent her over the edge. She felt dizzy. She felt alive.

Neo retraced his path up her body once more with his mouth, propping himself up above her. Trinity looked distant and Neo smiled down at her, pleased with his work. He planted another kiss on each of her cheeks, then forehead, before brushing his lips against her's while whispering sweet nothings.

Trinity. My Trinity. My lovely, beautiful, woman.

A loud knock resonated through the apartment, bringing Trinity back from the abyss. Neo frowned and she looked back up to him, sympathetically. In silence, Trinity stood, wrapping a robe tightly around her now sweaty and spent body. She felt the distinct slick feeling between her legs as she strode towards the door, along with Neo's eyes boring into her back. She gave him one final look over her shoulder before opening the door.

"Is he here?"