Smith Smut aka What is Real

Part Fifteen

He sat at the cafe and stared at the cup of black coffee. The usual twenty sat on the table next to it. How many days had it been since he saw her last? He was supposed to be ‘observing’ human behavior but had no interest in it anymore. He watched them randomly to have something to report at the end of the day. Other than that he showed no interest in them at all. They were still viruses, but, his hate foem hem had lessened, though he was not quite sure why.

He stared at the chair she used to appear in. Maybe she was part of the resistance. No, that didn’t make sense. She was not human. Of course that did not make sense either. All things that existed within the Matrix were of the Matrix and by the Matrix and she was not, so she could not exist, but she did. He knew she did, he had touched her and tasted her and listened to her, incessantly. Visions of her filled his thou, th, the sound of her voice and the feel of her skin, particularly the feel of her lips in his teeth. That he liked best.

“Patience is a virtue.”

He looked up and she was sitting there, like she had so many times before, and acting as if nothing had changed.

“Delete.” He growled her name.

Giving him that pouty look she used to try to manipulate him she asked. “Smith? What’s wrong?” She batted her blue eyes at him.

“Where have you been?”

“If I told you that wou would know all my secrets.”

“I have been waiting for you.”

“Good. You needed to learn to wait. You cannot be that aggressive, not with me.”

He whipped his hand across the tabletop and the cup of coffee flew off. Standing he leaned on the table and stared at her through his dark sunglasses. “You have not seen aggressive.”

“Sit down Smith. You already shot me. You can’t do much more than that.” Slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses she sat back and casually waited for him to calm down.

The thought of disappearing crossed his mind, but then, he had been waiting for her for days, so he wasn’t about to leave. He sat down hard in the chair, but then he took a deep breath and put his feet up. “So, where were we?” He asked flippantly.

“You care Smith.”

“Stop it Delete.”

“You care, I see that. You missed me. You were waiting for me. You care!”

He swung his feet down and turned and faced her. Pressing his nose uainsainst her nose he growled, “Dammit Delete.” Then took her face in his hands, licked her lips and kissed her passionately.

When she caught her breath she took off her sunglasses and gazed at him. “Smith, I’m glad you care.” Tracing the lines of his face with her fingertips, she slid her hand behind his head and pressed her forehead to his. “We were in room six.” She vanished. He appeared in room six.

An ice cream parlor style table was set between two chairs. One glass of wine sat on tabltable, the other was in her hand. A plate of neatly arranged strawberries finished the setting. “Have a seat.” She indicated the chair across from her.

He sat. Picking up the wine glass he examined the dark liquid and then put it to his lips. The mouthful was quickly spit out.

Laughing she apologized “Sorry. It’s an acquired taste.” A cup of black coffee appeared in front of him. He picked up a strawberry and began rolling it in his fingers as he stared at her. She leaned back and sipped her wine.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well: an issue of water from the earth; a pool fed by a spring; a pit or hole sunk into the earth to reach a supply of water; an enclosure in the middle of a ship’s”

“Delete, STOP!” he yelled at her.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She smiled and took another sip of her wine. “Smith, seriously, I want to pick up where we left off too, but I need you to respect me. I don’t think you know your own strengt wan want you, more than you can imagine, but I want to enjoy you.”

“I can imagine.” He popped the strawberry into his mouth and began chewing. A smiled formed on his lips as he rolled the juicy fruit on his tongue and then swallowed.

“Smith?”

“Delete.”

“Are you ready?”

Carefully he removed his sunglasses and set them on the table next to hers. He stood and walked to her. Taking the wine glass from her hand and he set it on the table. His strong smooth fingers held her hand in his as he led her into the middle of the room. “I’m ready.” Gently and sweetly and softly he kissed her lips and cheek and neck. She slipped her hands around his neck.

“Mmmm, Smith.” She moaned.

His hands moved around her waist and drew her close. His fingers found their way up her back and tangled into her hair while his lips searched her mouth and ears and neck some more. She nuzzled into him and inhaled deeply. “I missed you.” she mumbled into his neck andatheathed deeply again.

“What are you doing now, Delete?”

“Inhaling you Smith.”

He buried his face in her hair and breathed in deeply. “Scent, your scent, I did not realize how much I missed that until now. Scent is part of this too, isn’t it Delete?”

“Mm Hmm” she mumbled in agreement. Her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt and pushing off his jacket. He cooperated but didn’t act on his own. When she had his shirt off she rested her cheek on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her again holding her close. He tipped her chin up and kissed her again, this time with more passion, and glided his tongue between her teeth. His teeth found her lip again and he nibbled it before he converged on her mouth and searched it deeply with his tongue. Her hands slid around his waist and her fingers danced up and down his back.

Slowly he slid the zipper on the back of her dress down and pushed the sleeves off her shoulders. He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled similarly to the way she did before. The dress slid down to the floor. More teeth nibbled her neck and kissed her shoulders and then he picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. She wore no bra; he slid her panties off and stood staring at her.

“Are you still a voyeur?” She grinned.

“For you, yes.” He smiled at her and undressed, slowly.

She watched admiringly. “Me too, Smith, for you.”

“Delete?”

“What Smith?”

“What do you want?”

Losing constraint and control she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly to regain her composure. “Smith, I want you. I want all of you, your heart, your mind, your soul and your body.”

“I can only give you what I am, not what I am not.”

“You are all of that Smith, all that and more.”

“How about we start with my body and go from there?”

“Smith, you surprise me.” She grinned. “How about, yes.”

Climbing on top of her he brushed his lips across hers and then rolled and lay next to her. She tried to urge him back over her. “Wait” he said. “I want to enjoy you. I want to touch you.” His fingertips skated softly across her forehead as she relaxed and closed her eyes. The long slender yet powerfully strong fingers glided across her face, tracing her eyes and cheeks and lips and the outline of her face. He let his fingers dance down to her neck; brushing across the surface of her skin so lightly it felt more like a breeze than a touch. He then slid his fingers across her shoulder and down the outside of her arm. Gently he traced the lines of her palm with his fingertips and then ran them up the inside of her arm. Her skin responded to his touch with a slight fluttering and goose flesh. He followed the same path across her and down the other arm. This time he picked up her hand and slipped his tongue between her fingers and traced the lines of her palm with his tongue. His tongue followed the same path up her arm leaving a moist trail in his wake. He climbed on top of her and began the process again, starting at her neck, with his teeth this time, causing a great deal of squirming on her part.

She glided her hands up his muscular chest. The heat of his body rising and he was moist with perspiration. While one hand slid across his back to draw him closer she skimmed the other hand down his chest and belly and took him in her hand. Unexpectedly she arched under his mouth while it worked its way down her breasts. He groaned now in response to her, and her touch, and explored her skin with his mouth.

Suddenly he sat up and looked at her running his hands along the outside of her thighs and up across her hips. He stalled at her waist, kept his hands there and pulled her close, then leaned over her again and kissed her mouth, pressing it open with his lips and exploring it with his tongue. She pressed her curves into him, his skin against hers, the heat intensifying and the sweat ending any friction that might have once existed. He slid down and worked her neck again and cupped her breast in his hand. Pressed his shoulders down, she directed him, moving him down her body, wrapping her legs around his waist as he nibbled on her breasts and abdomen. He slid down further and kissed her thighs while holding her hips. He traced his tongue up the inner part of one thigh and down the inner part of the other. She moaned and tried to reach him with her hands. He slid up between her legs and kissed her and ran his tongue between her legs and up her belly and across her chest again. He nibbled her neck some more and then rose up on his arms hovering over her. She slid her hands along his cheeks and into his hair. “Do it,” she whispered. He smiled and kisser ler lips and pressed himself between her legs. She moaned and grasped at his lips with hers clinging to him with her hands. She arched her body under him and they moved together and joined into one.

Responsively she both curved and arched under him. He pressed down on her and met her lips with his. He kissed her furiously while moving back and forth with her rhythm. Her fingers dug into the skin in his back as she pulled him closer, driving him deeper into her. His legs grew tingly, his thighs fiery, the muscles in his body stronger and more alive than he could remember and she, felt, so, good. She was warm and moist and he could feel her muscles tightening around him, responding to him. They moved together and apart and together again. She clutched at him and pulled him to her harder and harder each time until he thought he might just pass through her. She arched again and tightened on him while he buried his face into her neck and began kissing it intensely. Holding him against her with all her might he felt her tremble and her muscles pulse and he then warmth rose up through his legs and tingling began in his back and spread through him as he let go into her. They pulled together as tightly as two can and for a time everything was lost to him. He felt enveloped in warmth and heat and tingling through every muscle and darkness, sweet darkness in his mind. He was completely lost in her.

Completely relaxed he collapsed on her when he realized he was panting, trying to catch his breath. He leaned away from her but she wrapped her legs around him and held on his back. “Don’t leave me yet,” she whispered between panted breaths. ”Not yet.”

“Am I crushing you?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled, “and I love it.”

He smiled back at her. Her hair was wet and matted against her skin, her face red and wet with sweat. She never looked more beautiful. She twined her fingers into his hair and drew his lips to hers again pressing her tongue between his lips and past his teeth. He lapped at her in response. Her taste was different now, odd and metallic. It was delicious and he responded to her kiss and flavor with a deep moan. She danced her fingers up and down his spine with one hand while the other fingers tangled into his hair pulling him closer against her body. They were still joined and he could feel himself growing strong and hard again. The taste of her mouth filled him with desire and she moaned in approval. “Mmmm” she groaned without releasing his lips her free hand slid between their bodies and her fingers touched him where they were joined. She moaned some more and tickled him where she could, achieving her goal of arousing him in a new way. “More.” She moaned muffled into his mouth.

He pulled her close and they rolled, he was on his back now, she was laying on him. She sat up. He traced his hands up her skin along her ribs. Her skin fluttered at his touch. Then he slid his hands down again and held her hips. Growing stronger and harder within her he pushed her hips down as he pushed himself up. She moaned again in approval. She leaned over him propped up on her hands and began working with him, moving where he moved her hips, following his lead. They got lost in the motions, in the movement and became one. He forgot himself and the Matrix, he forgot everything that existed or didn’t exist and focused all his energy on the movement of their two bodies as one unit. He felt her tighten again, but she followed his lead. He pushed into her more each time as he pressed her hips down over him. He felt the muscles in her legs tighten as his did, her skin moisten and he pressed harder in her as she began to arch into him. Once again he forgot himself and let his entire focus center on the feeling of his body releasing itself into hers. She collapsed on him resting her head on his shoulder, panting and breathless again. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Delete.”

“Smith.”

“Is that everything? Five senses?”

“Smith, that’s just the beginning. I want all of you.”

“That was all of me.”

She leaned up on her arms and gazed into his blue eyes. “Was it Smith? Do I have your heart and mind and body and soul? Do you belong to me now?”

Unexpectedly feeling inadequate and threatened he pushed her off of him. “I do not have a soul.”

“Think about it Smith.” She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “What is real?” And then added. “I’ll miss you.” She kissed his cheek and vanished.

‘Report’

Smith just sat there. Thinking out loud he said, “I do not have a soul.”

‘Report’

He ignored Brown. “Why will you miss me Delete?” he asked into the empty room.

‘Report’

He sat and waited. She appeared. “Smith?”

“Delete.”

“Will you report?”

“Why will you miss me?”

“Because I love you Smith.”

“That is not what I am asking Delete. Why will you miss me?”

‘Report.’

She vanished.

‘Observation: five sense and emotion are involved in procreation.’

‘Where were you?’

‘Observing’

‘Where?’

Smith materialized in front of Brown fully clothed and in order. He leaned into his face and growled. ‘You will not demand answers from me, is that clear?’

Brown backed off.

Downtime