Smith Smut aka What is Real
folder
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,434
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,434
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 – True Love and Chaos… 8, 7….
Twelve Floors – True Love and Chaos… 8, 7….
Brown grabbed the arm of the manager and shoved him on the elevator. “You will explain to her that forewarning people of the pending search is NOT a ide idea.”
The manager, shaking in terror appeared as if he mighst pst pee in his pants. Brown understood the word nauseous for the first time. It was the feeling he got touching this human virus. They rode down to the first floor.
‘Jones Report’
‘Awaiting orders.’
‘Take Young and the officers to the eighth floor and wait. I will return to resume the search.’
“Agent Young, let’s go.” Jones led the way down the stairs, the officers followed. Many patrons were already standing in the hallway, talking to one another when they saw Age Agents come out of the stairwell. A woman began screaming. One of the officers took charge to calm her down.
****************************************************************************************************************************
She slid down his belly tasting his skin and nibbling on his taut abdomen. Teasingly she slid her tongue in and out of his navel. Her hands tickled his waist and hips and buttocks. He got lost in the pleasure of her touch.
She continued moving down, touching every inch of his skin, tasting quite a bit of it too.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown exited the elevator in the lobby and stormed over to the front desk shoving the manager ahead of him.
The desk clerk looked up and paled again. She quickly hung up the phone.
Brown shoved the manager hard into the desk. “Tell her.”
The manager attempted to right himself. Shaking and breaking out in a sweat he sta stared at the girl.
“Tell her. Now!”
“Don’t call anyone else.”
She just nodded her head with her mouth gaping open.
“Just how many guests have you called?” Brown inquired threateningly.
She started to cry.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Delete.” ook ook hold of her upper arms, stopped her from going further, and pulled her up to face him.
“What Smith?” She could see the concern in his eyes. “What is it?”
Holding her gently he asked. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me?”
She considered his question for a moment, but to him it seemed like an eternity. The time factor suddenly became a reality to him. “Why me?” He repeated.
“Smith, relax, I will answer, I just need to find the right words.”
“It’s not that complicated of a question.” He persisted.
“Fine then, the answer is, you were ready.” She said irritably.
He pushed her back. “Ready?”
“I knew you wouldn’t like that answer. Give me a second to explain it.”
“Ready? Fucking ready? What kind of answer is that?”
“Smith, calm down, trust me.”
“Trust you?” He turned and began pacing around the room, suddenly feeling like a circus tiger trapped in a cage. He also suddenly became uncomfortably aware of his nakedness.
Without a word she picked up his robe and handed it to him. He turned and looked at her angrily snatching the robe from her hand, but then seeing the compassionate look on her face he softened. He put the robe on, tying the sash at the waist.
Then she picked up her robe and he watched her throw it over her shoulders and slide her arms in. “Damn, she’s beautiful.” He thought. She went and sat down in the chair she had been in when he first entered the room.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“How many?” Brown demanded to know.
She whimpered and began sobbing again.
Brown stormed behind the desk and looked at the computer screen. The information for room 715 was displayed. He yanked the cord out of the wall and the computer screen went blank. “No more calls, is that clear?”
She nodded dumbly through her sobs.
“Let’s go!” Brown marched toward the elevator; the manager stumbled along behind him.
****************************************************************************************************************************
He continued to pace around the room though not as frantically as before.
“Smith, don’t doubt me now.”
“What?” astounded he stared at her. “I have never had anything but doubts.”
She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly before responding. “Strangely enough Smith, that is the one thing I never had about you.”
“Doubts?”
“Yes” she continued. “I never had any doubts about you, or the way I feel about you. From the first moment I knew.”
“What first moment? What did you know?”
“Sweetie, slow down.”
He glared at her “Do not call me sweetie.”
She was unable to suppress her laugh.
He smiled in return, still distressed, but the laughter relieved some of the tension in the room.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown exited the elevator on the eighth floor to utter chaos. People clad in robes milling about the halls, talking and arguing and crying. The police were trying to maintain some order while questioning everyone and showing them pictures of Smith.
Brown’s presence commanded everyone’s attention. “Return to your rooms” he stated calmly. “We will be conducting a room-by-room search.”
Some folks compliantly returned to their rooms but a few began grumbling about search warrants and invasion of privacy.
“I suggest you comply quickly” Brown glared and the few remaining guests returned to their rooms without any further comment.
“Jones, Young, search rooms 801 through 810, I will search the rest.”
The manager stayed with Brown. “820 is not occupied” the manager commented when Brown approached that room.
Brown eyed him suspiciously. “Open the door.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
She picked up the champagne glass and examined the liquid in it thoughtfully. Smith went to her and took the glass from her hand, putting it back on the table. Gently he guided her out of the chand tnd to the bed, and sat down there. She sat down next to him.
Smith studied her eyes for a while. They sat in silence, together. Finally he said, “I’m ready to listen.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown entered 820 cautiously. He sensed something was wrong in the Matrix. Something didn’t fit. He searched the room. Nothing. “We will move on to the seventh floor.”
He knew full well there would be chaos on the seventh floor. He instructed the police to lead the way to keep the panic to a minimum.
Once again there were angry and confused patrons milling around the hallways talking and complaining to one another. When the manager saw the mess he began badgering Brown about how he would be compensated for the problems.
Brown ignored the man and stated clearly in his commanding tone. “Everyone will return to their rooms, now. I will be conducting a thorough search. Do not cause any trouble and we will be completed quickly.”
This time everyone returned quickly to their rooms, most of them leaving the doors open to move the process along faster. Police stood guard at the doorways. Brown searched the even numbered rooms; Young and Jones searched the odd. When Brown entered room 720 he again had the sense that something was amiss. He stayed there a while to try to decipher the sensation, but could not.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Smith” she began “first of all, know that you are the only one.”
His expression relaxed and a look of relief washed over him.
“I am committed to you, to this, to us.” She watched his face for a while before continuing. “I anticipated you might ask me that question, but I don’t know how to answer. It’s complicated, difficult, confusing.”
“You mean, the explanation is just like you?”
This time she smiled and relaxed.
“You remember how we talked about the difference between knowing the definition of something and understanding it on a genuine level?”
“Participating.”
“Yes, like that. Proof. Proof is a complicated thing.”
“Proof?”
“See, I am not explaining this well.”
“Go on, I’m listening. “Sm “Smith, I love you, but how do I prove that? You love me, you have proved that, but even now you have doubts. It’s too complicated to explain. Words are difficult to wrap around feelings, around emotions, around, what is real. There are so many words in the language, but none of them are adequate to express,” she paused.
“I think I understand.”
“You do?” her eyes lit up.
“I love you, but that statement doesn’t begin to explain or describe the way I really feel.”
“You do understand.”
“But I still don’t know why you chose me. What did you mean by saying I was ready?”
****************************************************************************************************************************
“We will move down to the sixth floor now.” Brown stated, glaring at the manager, and hopefully we will not encounter the same difficulties as on the last two floors.
Brown grabbed the arm of the manager and shoved him on the elevator. “You will explain to her that forewarning people of the pending search is NOT a ide idea.”
The manager, shaking in terror appeared as if he mighst pst pee in his pants. Brown understood the word nauseous for the first time. It was the feeling he got touching this human virus. They rode down to the first floor.
‘Jones Report’
‘Awaiting orders.’
‘Take Young and the officers to the eighth floor and wait. I will return to resume the search.’
“Agent Young, let’s go.” Jones led the way down the stairs, the officers followed. Many patrons were already standing in the hallway, talking to one another when they saw Age Agents come out of the stairwell. A woman began screaming. One of the officers took charge to calm her down.
****************************************************************************************************************************
She slid down his belly tasting his skin and nibbling on his taut abdomen. Teasingly she slid her tongue in and out of his navel. Her hands tickled his waist and hips and buttocks. He got lost in the pleasure of her touch.
She continued moving down, touching every inch of his skin, tasting quite a bit of it too.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown exited the elevator in the lobby and stormed over to the front desk shoving the manager ahead of him.
The desk clerk looked up and paled again. She quickly hung up the phone.
Brown shoved the manager hard into the desk. “Tell her.”
The manager attempted to right himself. Shaking and breaking out in a sweat he sta stared at the girl.
“Tell her. Now!”
“Don’t call anyone else.”
She just nodded her head with her mouth gaping open.
“Just how many guests have you called?” Brown inquired threateningly.
She started to cry.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Delete.” ook ook hold of her upper arms, stopped her from going further, and pulled her up to face him.
“What Smith?” She could see the concern in his eyes. “What is it?”
Holding her gently he asked. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me?”
She considered his question for a moment, but to him it seemed like an eternity. The time factor suddenly became a reality to him. “Why me?” He repeated.
“Smith, relax, I will answer, I just need to find the right words.”
“It’s not that complicated of a question.” He persisted.
“Fine then, the answer is, you were ready.” She said irritably.
He pushed her back. “Ready?”
“I knew you wouldn’t like that answer. Give me a second to explain it.”
“Ready? Fucking ready? What kind of answer is that?”
“Smith, calm down, trust me.”
“Trust you?” He turned and began pacing around the room, suddenly feeling like a circus tiger trapped in a cage. He also suddenly became uncomfortably aware of his nakedness.
Without a word she picked up his robe and handed it to him. He turned and looked at her angrily snatching the robe from her hand, but then seeing the compassionate look on her face he softened. He put the robe on, tying the sash at the waist.
Then she picked up her robe and he watched her throw it over her shoulders and slide her arms in. “Damn, she’s beautiful.” He thought. She went and sat down in the chair she had been in when he first entered the room.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“How many?” Brown demanded to know.
She whimpered and began sobbing again.
Brown stormed behind the desk and looked at the computer screen. The information for room 715 was displayed. He yanked the cord out of the wall and the computer screen went blank. “No more calls, is that clear?”
She nodded dumbly through her sobs.
“Let’s go!” Brown marched toward the elevator; the manager stumbled along behind him.
****************************************************************************************************************************
He continued to pace around the room though not as frantically as before.
“Smith, don’t doubt me now.”
“What?” astounded he stared at her. “I have never had anything but doubts.”
She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly before responding. “Strangely enough Smith, that is the one thing I never had about you.”
“Doubts?”
“Yes” she continued. “I never had any doubts about you, or the way I feel about you. From the first moment I knew.”
“What first moment? What did you know?”
“Sweetie, slow down.”
He glared at her “Do not call me sweetie.”
She was unable to suppress her laugh.
He smiled in return, still distressed, but the laughter relieved some of the tension in the room.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown exited the elevator on the eighth floor to utter chaos. People clad in robes milling about the halls, talking and arguing and crying. The police were trying to maintain some order while questioning everyone and showing them pictures of Smith.
Brown’s presence commanded everyone’s attention. “Return to your rooms” he stated calmly. “We will be conducting a room-by-room search.”
Some folks compliantly returned to their rooms but a few began grumbling about search warrants and invasion of privacy.
“I suggest you comply quickly” Brown glared and the few remaining guests returned to their rooms without any further comment.
“Jones, Young, search rooms 801 through 810, I will search the rest.”
The manager stayed with Brown. “820 is not occupied” the manager commented when Brown approached that room.
Brown eyed him suspiciously. “Open the door.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
She picked up the champagne glass and examined the liquid in it thoughtfully. Smith went to her and took the glass from her hand, putting it back on the table. Gently he guided her out of the chand tnd to the bed, and sat down there. She sat down next to him.
Smith studied her eyes for a while. They sat in silence, together. Finally he said, “I’m ready to listen.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown entered 820 cautiously. He sensed something was wrong in the Matrix. Something didn’t fit. He searched the room. Nothing. “We will move on to the seventh floor.”
He knew full well there would be chaos on the seventh floor. He instructed the police to lead the way to keep the panic to a minimum.
Once again there were angry and confused patrons milling around the hallways talking and complaining to one another. When the manager saw the mess he began badgering Brown about how he would be compensated for the problems.
Brown ignored the man and stated clearly in his commanding tone. “Everyone will return to their rooms, now. I will be conducting a thorough search. Do not cause any trouble and we will be completed quickly.”
This time everyone returned quickly to their rooms, most of them leaving the doors open to move the process along faster. Police stood guard at the doorways. Brown searched the even numbered rooms; Young and Jones searched the odd. When Brown entered room 720 he again had the sense that something was amiss. He stayed there a while to try to decipher the sensation, but could not.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Smith” she began “first of all, know that you are the only one.”
His expression relaxed and a look of relief washed over him.
“I am committed to you, to this, to us.” She watched his face for a while before continuing. “I anticipated you might ask me that question, but I don’t know how to answer. It’s complicated, difficult, confusing.”
“You mean, the explanation is just like you?”
This time she smiled and relaxed.
“You remember how we talked about the difference between knowing the definition of something and understanding it on a genuine level?”
“Participating.”
“Yes, like that. Proof. Proof is a complicated thing.”
“Proof?”
“See, I am not explaining this well.”
“Go on, I’m listening. “Sm “Smith, I love you, but how do I prove that? You love me, you have proved that, but even now you have doubts. It’s too complicated to explain. Words are difficult to wrap around feelings, around emotions, around, what is real. There are so many words in the language, but none of them are adequate to express,” she paused.
“I think I understand.”
“You do?” her eyes lit up.
“I love you, but that statement doesn’t begin to explain or describe the way I really feel.”
“You do understand.”
“But I still don’t know why you chose me. What did you mean by saying I was ready?”
****************************************************************************************************************************
“We will move down to the sixth floor now.” Brown stated, glaring at the manager, and hopefully we will not encounter the same difficulties as on the last two floors.