TITLE: Motion

AUTHOR: TLynn

RATING: NC-17

SUMMARY: Neo/Trinity, a door, sex. 'Nuff said.

SPOILERS: None, really.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: If it's plot you want, look elsewhere. This 
is smut purely for the sake of smut and came about because 
of Danascully. Ask and ye shall m'dear. ;)

DISCLAIMER: Neo, Trinity, and the world of "The 
Matrix" belong to The Wachowski brothers and the actors who 
portray them, not me.

THANKS: HUGE thanks to spin for the quick beta. You rock, 
dude.  
  
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Sex is emotion in motion.  --Mae West  
  
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He thinks I'm mad at him. I can tell by his constant 
pouting and the troubled looks he throws my way. I can see 
the wheels in his head turning, trying desperately to 
figure out what he had done to anger me. He keeps his 
distance in the Matrix as well as on The Neb and is 
remarkably agreeable to everything and anything I have to 
say.   
  
I probably should have set the record straight days ago, 
but it's been rather amusing. I'm not angry with him at 
all. In fact, it's the exact opposite, as a sense of 
absolute euphoria washes over me when I think about him. 
No, the problem isn't love. The problem is lust.   
  
I've completely vaulted past sexual frustration. It's been 
weeks. I can't go near the man without wanting to push him 
to the floor and fuck him unconscious. Simply brushing past 
him in the core almost led to such a display. Morpheus 
gives us a lot of leeway, but something tells me he'd have 
issue with his two first officers humping like rabbits 
right in front of him.  
  
Nights are the worst. Work inside the Matrix has been 
rigorous at best, for all of us, and he falls asleep as 
soon as his head hits the pillow. He may be The One, but 
he's still becoming acclimated to the pressures of his role 
and deserves all the rest we can afford him. Often too 
wired to sleep, I lie awake next to him for hours, 
conjuring up images of Commander Lock and fights with 
Agents in an attempt to dissuade myself from straddling him 
as he sleeps. Slowly, his body heat seeps into me and I 
start to relax, finally falling into a restless slumber. 
When I wake, he's always gone, usually already jacked in, 
and the agonizing cycle repeats itself.  
  
It was the day I accidentally pummeled an innocent 
bystander in a training simulation that Morpheus announced 
we were heading back to Zion for a few days. 'I think we 
all need a break,' he said. I could have kissed the man.  
  
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It wasn't until we had bid our temporary goodbyes to 
Morpheus and Link and were riding alone on the elevator 
that he said something.  
  
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, his tone grave.  
  
I laughed. One corner of his mouth lifted in a smile in 
spite of his obvious confusion, evidenced by his furrowed 
brow. 'My poor, clueless boy,' I thought.  
  
The elevator ground to a halt before I had a chance to 
answer him. I smiled as enigmatically as I knew how and 
made my exit. He followed easily, closely, his proximity an 
insistence for an answer he was already beginning to figure 
out. I stopped at our door, inserting the key and turning 
the lock. I felt his breath, warm and moist, on my neck and 
a familiar chill ran through my entire body.  
  
I pushed the heavy door open and barreled inside, one hand 
reaching out and pulling him in behind me. We dropped our 
gear onto a nearby table and my hands, finally free, pushed 
him against the now-locked door. I pressed my body harshly 
into his and my mouth sought his hungrily. He answered my 
actions with fervor, his lips crushing against mine in a 
rough kiss, his tongue insinuating itself between them with 
ease. I snaked my hands up from his chest and into his 
hair, my fingers tangling in his still-growing hair as I 
pulled his head down to me, demanding more.  He filled my 
senses, my taste and my touch, my sight and my smell. I 
tasted him, my tongue manipulating around his skillfully, 
my teeth scraping against the wet plump of his bottom lip. 
When we pulled apart, it was simply for the necessity of 
oxygen.  
  
"Jesus, Trin," he breathed, his forehead coming to rest 
against my own.  
  
"Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do 
that?" I asked, an audible shake in my voice.  
  
"So you're not mad?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine, his 
pupils dilated.  
  
"Do I look mad?"  
  
Before he could answer, I captured his mouth again, my 
hands anything but idle as they made quick work of pushing 
his shirt up and over his head. He promptly returned the 
favor and spun me around until I was the one against the 
door, the cool metal on my back a stark   
contrast to the heated skin that pressed me into it. His 
head bowed and his lips grazed the lines of my neck, 
alternately kissing, licking, and nipping at the spots he 
knew were sensitive.   
  
My pulse raced in anticipation as I felt his right hand 
trail down to my stomach, his fingers hovering just over 
the elastic of my pants. He edged one finger in first, then 
two, massaging the flesh of my belly gently even as I knew 
his mouth was leaving marks on my neck. His hand crept down 
further still and I found myself unable to control the 
tremors that wracked through my body. I instinctively 
lifted one leg up as high as I could and wrapped it around 
his leg, allowing him the access we both needed him to 
have.   
  
My head fell back and my eyes squeezed shut as he slid the 
same one finger, then two, inside of me, his thumb nestling 
naturally against the nerves that were already acutely 
sensitive. His strokes were long, but his pace was hurried, 
and it wasn't long before I reached what I   
was convinced was the edge of all reason, my climax ripping 
through me with throbbing force.  
  
My leg slid down against his limply and my heart threatened 
to beat out of my chest. His breathing was as labored as my 
own, his open mouth pressed wetly against the curve of my 
shoulder.  
  
"Neo--"  
  
His head snapped up to look at me and his expression was 
one of hunger, his eyes predatory. He crushed my mouth 
under his, his tongue once again beckoning for my exchange. 
His movements were erratic now, desperate for a release, 
his hands shaking as he pulled down the fabric of my pants 
and underwear until they were off and I was fully exposed 
beneath him. I swiftly reached for his pants as well, 
unbuttoning and pushing them down until he could kick them 
off into the corner of the room. He wrapped his arms around 
my torso and lifted me carefully against the door. My legs 
encircled his waist and a deep groan escaped his throat as 
I came back down on him, burying him completely inside.  
  
He bucked his hips against me, his movements disjointed 
until he found a rhythm that agreed with our positions. I 
soon found myself close to a second release and exploded 
atop him, crying out as my inner muscles clenched and 
released around him. He joined me evenly, throwing his head 
back as he came. His thrusts continued, each more languid 
in pace than the previous, until the sensations left his 
body and he was able to slow his hips to a stop. The 
muscles of my inner thighs screamed to relax, so I 
reluctantly unwrapped myself from around him and let my 
feet fall to the floor.  
  
His head was bowed and his eyes were still closed and I 
could see him still trying to catch his breath. I placed my 
hand against his cheek, his skin moist with a thin layer of 
perspiration that covered the entire surface of both our 
bodies. He looked up slowly and met my gaze.  
  
"You've been holding out on me," I said, smiling.  
  
He smiled back and leaned his head in, kissing me softly.  
  
"I was convinced you were mad at me," he said. "I guess I 
should have known better."  
  
"Yes, you should have," I said, my arms coming up to rest 
on his shoulders, my hands resting on the nape of his neck.  
  
"Well, I promise not to make that mistake again."  
  
"Good," I said, brushing my lips against his gently.  
  
"And we're getting better," he said. "In the Matrix, I 
mean."  
  
"Yes, we are."  
  
"Which gives us more time to get better at certain things 
outside of the Matrix."  
  
"Yes, it does," I said, my lips against his.  
  
"This certainly was better."  
  
I smiled and caught his mouth in a long kiss before 
responding.  
  
"Well, it was a start."  
  
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