Sooo…sorry for the lack of updates XD

Life has been kinda crappy as of late. And I've been writing OTHER things. Having said that, if anyone likes the Virii Twins from Matrix: Reloaded, be sure to read my newest story! It's about them, somewhat.

This is a really small update. But I promise you, I have more written…and it's coming. Your favs and reviews are awesome, thank you all :3

It was the same thing that night. Same terror, same waking up in horror, despite the bedroom door being wide open and the living room light being on. However, this time Iris woke up crying, all the sheets torn away from her due to thrashing during sleep. Her face was practically drenched, and Iris barely hesitated to get up this time.

Her bare feet padded audibly on the wooden floors as Iris headed towards Lizard's bedroom. Why she even bothered to sleep in her own apparent bed was a mystery, especially since her night terrors were flaring up lately. The light in his room was off for once, which meant he actually premeditated falling asleep and had remembered the light. Iris put her hands out to make sure she didn't slam into anything, then found the edge of the bed. Her hands wandered further until she hit was she presumed was Lizard's body. As if to clarify her thoughts, there came a grunt from the lump she shoved.

"Ahh…the hell…?"

There was shuffling, and Iris sat on the edge of the bed. She placed her head in her hands as Lizard's hand came down on her back, feeling what had disturbed him.

"Mm, Iris," he mumbled, shifting closer. He tried to pull her down on the bed, used to her appearing in the night and sleeping in his company, but Iris wouldn't move.

"This is really getting old," Iris sighed, her voice a bit ragged from lack of use. Lizard abandoned his attempts to drag her down and instead pushed his legs over the edge of the bed to sit with her. His arm came around her waist, resting on her hip, but Iris didn't seem to notice, or care. Night was different, and Lizard knew that he could get away with touching her, at least a bit.

"S'not so bad," Lizard said, sounding husky from slumber. Iris turned slightly. He was silhouetted by the grimy and dim light coming from the living room. When she realized he was looking at her, Iris turned back away.

"It is. I don't know why I even have my own bed anymore. It just seems to be happening more and more…"

Iris drifted off and felt her eyes welling up again. Angrily she wiped them away on her wrist, cursing herself for being so weak.

"You been cryin' again?" Lizard said. He reached over and grabbed Iris' jaw, then roughly turned her to face him. His thumb brushed across her cheek, wiping away some of the wetness she hadn't caught, then he drew her closer until Iris' head was resting against his chest. "Tha' was a long time ago. You gotta get over it."

"But that's what I've been trying to do. That's why I stopped using…it," Iris hissed the last word, a feeling of nausea and disgust washing over her.

There was a silence, only broken by their breathing (which was slightly raspy in Lizard's case). Iris sniffed slightly, then realized that Lizard was not wearing his usual white wifebeater, and was instead completely shirtless. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and pulled away, but his arm kept a secure lock around her waist and Iris found herself face to face with him. Iris couldn't see his expression, but a feeling of panic raced through her when he began to move towards her.

"Lizard—"

Their lips met. Iris had kissed him before, since Lizard was a persistent pursuer, and she always shoved him away or evaded him. This time was no different, and Iris forcefully put her hands on his shoulders and turned her face to the side, breaking the embrace. This didn't deter Lizard in the slightest, and instead he began kissing her neck and jaw line. Iris' pushing had only made him clutch her harder, and despite her brain screaming that this was wrong, she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of his lips on her flesh.

Iris was snapped back to reality when Lizard's hands, which were running along her sides, grabbed slightly and began pushing her down. Her eyes shot open and she began to shove back once again, but Lizard was too strong and easily overpowered her. Iris' legs were flipped onto the bed, her head hit the pillow, and Lizard was on top of her seconds later. His hands pushed apart her legs and he moved his body down between them.

"Seriously, Lizard, get off me," Iris said, her hands moving to punch him somewhere – anywhere – that would force him to move away.

Lizard snarled at her and grabbed her wrists so tightly it hurt. He pinned them above her head and kissed her violently on the lips. Their bodies pressed together, Iris shirt having been rolled up in the struggle so skin touched skin. Part of her wanted it, but not quite like this. Her mind screamed at her to do something.

A feeling unlike any other came over Iris, like her body was turning into energy. The air stirred as if a breeze was rolling through the room, but no window was open. Lizard, confused by Iris' suddenly still body, pulled away, and instantly recognized the disturbingly calm expression on her face. He let go of her, but it was too late. Lizard was flung across the bedroom as if he had been hit by an invisible truck, and he collided with the opposite wall with a loud crash.

Dust flew into the air, and Lizard crumbled to the ground in a groaning heap. Rubbing his head where it had smashed into the wall, Lizard coughed and made sure nothing on his body was broken. Then he looked up to the bed, where Iris was curled up, sobbing.

"Shit," Lizard hissed, leaping up and joining her on the bed. She swatted at him, but it was feeble and he pushed her arm away easily. "I'm sorry, Iris. I just…couldn't stop, an'…"

"Fuck you! Look what you did!" Iris cried, half-heartedly trying to shuffle away from him. "Look what you made me do…" her words dissolved into weeping that wracked her body.

Lizard laid down beside her and forced her into his arms, and whispered, "I'm sorry," into her ear. Too distraught to fight back, Iris leaned her head against his chest and wept until she had no more energy, then fell into an exhausted sleep.