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Trinity spends the night with Cypher in spite of the encroaching prophecy she knows awaits her. Trinity/Cypher fic so if you don't want this don't read it.
Midnight comfort in the dark.
Her shoulders moved slowly, precision evident in her movements, as she opened the metal shuttered door. Forbidden, she knew this was. It buzzed warm inside her like a flame. The room glowed too, of warmth and simple comfort. That's what it was to her, and him her constant. The presence she needed in spite of her constant denial for as long as she had known him. It was the way it had always been, and she couldn't even work out, let alone admit why she needed him by her side. They had nearly lost him in a mission today and what she had felt had shaken the resolve of her denial. Perhaps she would deny his love for her forever, but she now knew that if he ever left her, gave up or found someone else, then she would break apart and fall into nothing but dust on a dystopian wind. Her soul would freeze like glass, and instead of a cold exterior she would have the heart of a frozen ghost. She could feel her heartbeat now though. Warm and alive, as if his warmth could thaw her shell. The metal room smelled faintly of moonshine, engine grease and tears. She knew he had cried for her absence, as he always did. She knew she deserved to be frozen, for the way she had kept him between hope and hell all these years.
The air in the small space was cold, but it seemed warm to her. Striped warn linens on the metallic steel bed sheltered the small goateed figure as he looked up at her, tears still on his face from hours of despair at her hands. He did not speak, nor did she, but for the mutual knowledge that she was here of her own accord. The control freak that she was, she was in command. She slipped her thin feet under the holey old blanket that covered him, and lay down silently beside the older man. He had been some years older than Neo, (the ostensible 'One' Morpheus and Dozer were tending in the medics room at that very moment,) when Morpheus had freed him. Trinity knew it had caused him so much bitterness and wretched agony. He hadn't been able to let go of the old world. She also knew he'd taken that red pill nine years ago, not for Morpheus, the truth, the matrix, but for HER. He would have followed her anywhere even then.
Trinity's heart fluttered, beating faster in her chest at that knowledge, as innocently as a schoolgirls would as she spoke with her first crush. Cypher was quiet, watching her meekly, awestruck, as if she were the dream turned reality she was for him. As if he KNEW at any moment now he'd wake up, but he'd die to, or even for the chance of making her understand how much he loved her.
Trinity touched her lips against his as light as a breeze that ripples the waters of a lake, a gentle caress of warmth, as if, if she pressed against the jaded edgy loner too much he would fracture into shards of fragile porcelain. Still she pressed his head into the striped worn cloth, transfixed as he was into something akin to hypnosis, pliant to her design whatever that may be. The room stilled into memory as their touch sparked like electricity, before becoming focussed once more as they broke their connection. Breathless weightlessness. Cypher swallowed breathing hard but unable to tear his gaze away from her face.
"Trin. Are ya' sure ya' want this? I love ya'. I've loved ya' for so fuckin' long. You KNOW that. I can't...I don't want this ta' mean nothin' to ya'. 'Cause it means everythin' ta' me. An it'd kill me if'n ya' told me that afterwards ya didn't care. I couldn't to that Trin. Do ya' understand that? I love ya' too much for that." Cypher's bitterly jaded, needy voice shook quietly with both determination and yearning, But it'd kill him if she used him like that, and he knew he wouldn't recover from it.
"Shhh. Cypher. Don't make me think. I can't promise you forever. We both know, the Oracle told me my path. It's beyond my control. Beyond both of ours. But let me tell you what I believe. I believe that even if I can't tell you. Even if I'm afraid of what it might mean if I do. I know this night will be a part of me forever. You'll be a part of me. And god help me I know I'll need that when things get hard. Most of all I believe that one night together can be a lifetime if we need it to be, and I think we both do. Can you accept that Cypher?" Trinity's whisper was exact precision, holding within it all her belief gripped so tight in her chest it had fractured in her heart, cutting it open. Her honesty was all she could give him, but she knew she would hold his memory within her for strength until she died, most likely protecting 'The One'. The irony of that was inescapable. And it felt like she was breaking from it.
"Can YOU?" came Cypher's nervously hopeful yet embittered reply, knowing. Or at least HOPING, she would find that separation almost as hard as she would. He knew her too well it seemed.
She leant down and with quiet tenderness, kissed the goateed man again, and he gently cupped her cheek as their foreheads touched. As she pulled away she squeezed his hand that had been on her cheek, feeling it's warmth. It comforted her and they both breathed in silence for a couple of seconds. She could FEEL that he loved her. It radiated from his smaller frame like pulses of charge from the EMP's. It scared her as it whispered of a life with her he needed, and a commitment she could never make. It whispered of broken hearts and tears stained with regret, both past, and still to come. She would save them both if she could, but she could never admit, never mind condone her desire to go against the prophecy. It was too fucked up for her to contemplate.
Her fingers stroked his hand still linked with hers, sadness mingled with serenity. She sat up first, and he followed, and slowly like the well learned movements of a tai chi kata, graceful as a swan as it glides over the glimmering waters of a benevolent lakeshore, Trinity guided him in freeing himself from his shirt and vest. They smelled of him, Trinity noted, and felt warm against her fingers. She traced the jarring metal rings of the plugs along his spine, saddened for the torments he'd suffered, as he helped her remove her own. He gave her a nervous little smile, but Trinity's was tinged with worry and sadness. Cypher softly brushed gentle hands down her slender arms, to stop at her own hands, holding them lovingly, like an old couple still in love. A reassuring gesture.
"Cypher... I'm sorry. I've known for so long. Morpheus should never have got you out. It was too late then for you to let go. Morpheus believed it was necessary, but it wasn't. We have rules, and he broke them." the precise thin woman admitted in a saddened whisper. She looked up at him, her thin fingers still grasped in his own, and her sharp focus tracing the scar around his left eye. He'd nearly died in that squiddy attack.
"Thanks Trin. No one's ever told me that. They always tell me how grateful I'm s'posed ta' be ta' Morpheus, for freein' me an' all that bullshit. I'm glad ya' can see I don't see that way. It helps y'know Trin."
"I know" she whispered back comfortingly, before reaching back gently to the old switch for the lamp. 'Snap'. It closed and the light was snatched away from them. Tonight at least she would spend with him, even if she could never give him forever.
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