Chapter 15
Author's Note: I'm still not at home, so I'm posting this off-shore. On another continent, to be frank. First, a thank you to all my faithful reviewers! It's great to see that there's still some life in the Matrix section :)
Additionally, in this chapter there's something new... someone new entering. Expect to hear more from that source.
" He isn't used to getting demolished like that?" Neo asked and gently nudged her in the side and she smiled back, placing a hand on his strong arm
She removed a strand of hair from her eyes- it was getting longer now. She knew that is she would let it get too long, it would eventually end up curling itself in its ends, and she had never been much of a coochy-coo kind of girl. But it wouldn't matter, she thought, she could always use a rubber band or something to tie it up with… she remembered Neo commenting about its length the other day.
" When we spar together it's usually more even than that, " she explained to him as they walked down the path to their shared apartment, " but I guess I've got a lot of worked up frustration in me lately." He caught the tone of her voice at once and gave her a lopsided grin, placing an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit closer. As they stopped outside their door and she moved forward to open it, he leaned in at her neck and whispered;
" Is that so…?" his husky voice on the back of her neck made her hair stand on the end, and she felt the tingle down her back as she was stopped from the procedure of opening the door as he continued.
" I guess you'll get a chance to take all that out tonight, then?" Before entering, she turned against him, placing a hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth close… but not close enough for him.
" Guess so, " she said, practically whispering it into his face and she moved in close, so close… he could almost feel the electricity radiate from her lips against his, even though there was an inch or two between them, and his eyelids were already half-closed, awaiting her lips on his own, his desire fulfilled for the moment, hers likewise… but it didn't come.
Instead, Trinity let him go abruptly and entered the room, grinning from ear to ear…
She knew how mean she was.
What was meanness?
Could he possess meanness?
The clever one conceals the mean intention like a needle inside cotton...
He was a needle, his shell the cotton.
But it was piercing through now.
Come, let shine shine through the cracks, he thought.
Perhaps meanness was just another mean to get there.
To where he would have everything.
He could feel the corner of his lips twitter, but he could not understand why.
Twitter, everything, piercing twitter.