Smith Smut aka What is Real
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,432
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Twelve Floors - Top Down Search
Twelve Floors – Top Down Search
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The doors opened on the twelfth floor. Long hallways, few doors.
“These are the penthouse suites.”
“This is only the twelfth floor, seems odd in a city of skyscrapers.”
“The builder was superstitious. He never built a building taller than twelve floors.”
“Very well, open the doors.” Brown commanded the manager.
“Um, yeah, well okayt yot you know I got to knock first. These folks are paying a ton of money to be here and they probably won’t be to happy about being bothered in the middle of the night.”
“Do you think they would prefer being killed by an imposter agent?” Brown asked.
“Um, yeah, good point, okay.” He led them down the hall and knocked on the first door. When no one answered he used the passkey card sliding it quickly in and out of the card slot and then pressed a few numbers on the keypad.
The manager turned the knob. The agents entered, weapons drawn.
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“Delete?”
“Smith.”
“What do you want?”
“You have the answers Smith, I am the one with the questions, remember?”
He looked at the heap on the floor suddenly realizing how vulnerable he was. Considering his options he glared at her for a moment. “When will you be straight with me?”
She laughed. “When have I ever not been?”
“Dammit Delete, what kind of game are you playing?”
Her face grew serious. “I’m sorry Smith, I was just having some fun.” She took the sunglasses off and set them next to his. They were the perfect feminine match to his. Gracefully she stood and walked over to him, picking up a fresh strawberry along the way. She sat on his lap and dangled it in front of his mouth. “Hungry?”
He studied her face. The blue eyes were now sapphire, the blonde hair golden silk, the lips velvety coral rose and her mischievous smile sparkled. “Actually, I am hungry.“ he was startled by the revelation. “So this is hunger?” his statement was somewhere between a question and a fact. His teeth took the strawberry from her fingers. The taste was new, different and delicious. Sour and sweet juice slid across his tongue and down his throat. Tiny seeds ground between his teeth as he sunk them into the firm flesh of the berry. He thought he was enjoying them before, but now he realized it was just a mild foreshadowing of what really was, of what was real.
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They cautiously turned the corner and maneuvered through the multi-room suite. It was empty.
“There is no one here!”
“Oh, well, maybe this one is not being used tonight. I don’t have the whole fucking registry memorized you know.”
Brown glared at the man. They moved down the hall to the next room. After a few quick knocks a tired voice answered. “Who’s there?”
“Police.”
Some shuffling and clanking could be heard and then the door opened. A middle-aged businessman wearing the heavy terrycloth house robe stood running his fingers through his mussed up hair trying to focus. The agents pushed past him and did a quick but thorough search of the suite. They exited almost as quickly as the man was still standing at the door.
They moved quickly down the hall now, entered and searched the other two suites.
“He is not on this floor.”
The manager went to the elevator. The agents used the stairs. They met again on the eleventh floor.
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His hand stole slowly up her thigh feeling her soft silky skin for the first time, watching her respond to his touch. “You are warm.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“And soft.” He slid his hand back down her leg. Her muscles tightened and she twitched a little.
“You are tickling me.” She squirmed.
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“There are twenty rooms on this floor.”
“Agent Jones and Young will search the rooms on this side, I will search the other side. You will not waste anymore of my time. Just open the doors. Is that understood?” Brown glared harshly at the manager who just nodded in agreement.
He went to room 1101 and slid the key in and pressed the buttons. Then he walked across the hall to room 1102 and did the same. The agents entered the rooms without warning and quickly searched the rooms.
Some of the rooms were not being used, but some were, and the agents had no qualms about yanking the covers off of sleeping patrons or opening the bathroom doors on people using them. There were quite a few complaints and screams and people converging in the hallways.
The uniformed police tried to reassure the hysterical patrons while the manager turned red faced and angry.
“You can’t do this anymore!”
“I can, and I will.”
“But we’ll lose all our customers, everyone will sue or worse.”
“I can and I will, you will help me.” Browns stare became hypnotic. “The officers will take care of the patrons. My office will pay for any losses incurred. Any questions?”
“Um, yeah, okay, that’s fine then, okay, but, I think we are done on this floor.”
The agents again used the stairways for the descent. The manager took the elevator.
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He buried his face in her hair and breathed in deeply. He exhaled and breathed in deeply again.
“You can’t actually inhale me, it’s not possible.”
Ignoring her comments he breathed in again while his hands slid beneath her robe and tenderly touched her waist. Exhaling slowly he whispered, “Even softer.” Everything was more than it was before. With a quick tug the sash was off and her robe fell open. He skated his fingertips up her supple skin affectionately and sweetly watching the movement his touch caused, the fluttering, and the slightest tensing of muscles.
Taking his hand into hers she drew it up to her lips and kissed each fingertip. Her coral lips pressed against his open hand and her warm tongue searched the lines of his palm. Heat rushed through his arm. Still holding his hand, facing him, eye eyes burned into his as she straddled his legs. He rose up to meet her. “You are mine now. You belong to me.”
His lungs filled slowly as he inhaled deeply, the muscles on his chest tightened, his jaw set. This was the moment he had waited for, the moment he would decide, the moment that would define him, or redefine him. No hesitation. “Yes, I am.”
“Smith, you understand, this is it. This decision means you give all of yourself to me, no holding back. Everything else gets left behind. You will still be you, even more of yourself, but no more AI, no more machine, no more of what was.”
“I am yours Delete, all yours, only yours.”
“What will you give me Smith?”
“Everything.”
”Say it, Smith, say it all.”
“I give you my body.”
Playfully wiggling over him she teased. “I love your body.”
“I give you my mind.”
Her sparkling eyes glittered with anticipation as she leaned into his face, pressing her brow against his, searching his eyes and ing.ing.
“I give you my heart.”
“Do you love me Smith?”
“Yes Delete, completely.”
“What else? Say it Smith. Will you give me everything?”
“Yes, Delete, I give you my soul.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
The doors opened on the twelfth floor. Long hallways, few doors.
“These are the penthouse suites.”
“This is only the twelfth floor, seems odd in a city of skyscrapers.”
“The builder was superstitious. He never built a building taller than twelve floors.”
“Very well, open the doors.” Brown commanded the manager.
“Um, yeah, well okayt yot you know I got to knock first. These folks are paying a ton of money to be here and they probably won’t be to happy about being bothered in the middle of the night.”
“Do you think they would prefer being killed by an imposter agent?” Brown asked.
“Um, yeah, good point, okay.” He led them down the hall and knocked on the first door. When no one answered he used the passkey card sliding it quickly in and out of the card slot and then pressed a few numbers on the keypad.
The manager turned the knob. The agents entered, weapons drawn.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Delete?”
“Smith.”
“What do you want?”
“You have the answers Smith, I am the one with the questions, remember?”
He looked at the heap on the floor suddenly realizing how vulnerable he was. Considering his options he glared at her for a moment. “When will you be straight with me?”
She laughed. “When have I ever not been?”
“Dammit Delete, what kind of game are you playing?”
Her face grew serious. “I’m sorry Smith, I was just having some fun.” She took the sunglasses off and set them next to his. They were the perfect feminine match to his. Gracefully she stood and walked over to him, picking up a fresh strawberry along the way. She sat on his lap and dangled it in front of his mouth. “Hungry?”
He studied her face. The blue eyes were now sapphire, the blonde hair golden silk, the lips velvety coral rose and her mischievous smile sparkled. “Actually, I am hungry.“ he was startled by the revelation. “So this is hunger?” his statement was somewhere between a question and a fact. His teeth took the strawberry from her fingers. The taste was new, different and delicious. Sour and sweet juice slid across his tongue and down his throat. Tiny seeds ground between his teeth as he sunk them into the firm flesh of the berry. He thought he was enjoying them before, but now he realized it was just a mild foreshadowing of what really was, of what was real.
****************************************************************************************************************************
They cautiously turned the corner and maneuvered through the multi-room suite. It was empty.
“There is no one here!”
“Oh, well, maybe this one is not being used tonight. I don’t have the whole fucking registry memorized you know.”
Brown glared at the man. They moved down the hall to the next room. After a few quick knocks a tired voice answered. “Who’s there?”
“Police.”
Some shuffling and clanking could be heard and then the door opened. A middle-aged businessman wearing the heavy terrycloth house robe stood running his fingers through his mussed up hair trying to focus. The agents pushed past him and did a quick but thorough search of the suite. They exited almost as quickly as the man was still standing at the door.
They moved quickly down the hall now, entered and searched the other two suites.
“He is not on this floor.”
The manager went to the elevator. The agents used the stairs. They met again on the eleventh floor.
****************************************************************************************************************************
His hand stole slowly up her thigh feeling her soft silky skin for the first time, watching her respond to his touch. “You are warm.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“And soft.” He slid his hand back down her leg. Her muscles tightened and she twitched a little.
“You are tickling me.” She squirmed.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“There are twenty rooms on this floor.”
“Agent Jones and Young will search the rooms on this side, I will search the other side. You will not waste anymore of my time. Just open the doors. Is that understood?” Brown glared harshly at the manager who just nodded in agreement.
He went to room 1101 and slid the key in and pressed the buttons. Then he walked across the hall to room 1102 and did the same. The agents entered the rooms without warning and quickly searched the rooms.
Some of the rooms were not being used, but some were, and the agents had no qualms about yanking the covers off of sleeping patrons or opening the bathroom doors on people using them. There were quite a few complaints and screams and people converging in the hallways.
The uniformed police tried to reassure the hysterical patrons while the manager turned red faced and angry.
“You can’t do this anymore!”
“I can, and I will.”
“But we’ll lose all our customers, everyone will sue or worse.”
“I can and I will, you will help me.” Browns stare became hypnotic. “The officers will take care of the patrons. My office will pay for any losses incurred. Any questions?”
“Um, yeah, okay, that’s fine then, okay, but, I think we are done on this floor.”
The agents again used the stairways for the descent. The manager took the elevator.
****************************************************************************************************************************
He buried his face in her hair and breathed in deeply. He exhaled and breathed in deeply again.
“You can’t actually inhale me, it’s not possible.”
Ignoring her comments he breathed in again while his hands slid beneath her robe and tenderly touched her waist. Exhaling slowly he whispered, “Even softer.” Everything was more than it was before. With a quick tug the sash was off and her robe fell open. He skated his fingertips up her supple skin affectionately and sweetly watching the movement his touch caused, the fluttering, and the slightest tensing of muscles.
Taking his hand into hers she drew it up to her lips and kissed each fingertip. Her coral lips pressed against his open hand and her warm tongue searched the lines of his palm. Heat rushed through his arm. Still holding his hand, facing him, eye eyes burned into his as she straddled his legs. He rose up to meet her. “You are mine now. You belong to me.”
His lungs filled slowly as he inhaled deeply, the muscles on his chest tightened, his jaw set. This was the moment he had waited for, the moment he would decide, the moment that would define him, or redefine him. No hesitation. “Yes, I am.”
“Smith, you understand, this is it. This decision means you give all of yourself to me, no holding back. Everything else gets left behind. You will still be you, even more of yourself, but no more AI, no more machine, no more of what was.”
“I am yours Delete, all yours, only yours.”
“What will you give me Smith?”
“Everything.”
”Say it, Smith, say it all.”
“I give you my body.”
Playfully wiggling over him she teased. “I love your body.”
“I give you my mind.”
Her sparkling eyes glittered with anticipation as she leaned into his face, pressing her brow against his, searching his eyes and ing.ing.
“I give you my heart.”
“Do you love me Smith?”
“Yes Delete, completely.”
“What else? Say it Smith. Will you give me everything?”
“Yes, Delete, I give you my soul.”