Smith Smut aka What is Real
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Category:
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,435
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 – Maybe This Time… 6, 5….
Twelve Floors – Maybe This Time… 6, 5….
“Delete, will you answer me?”
She smiled at him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to be ready, Smith. When I said you were ready, I didn’t mean that this was random and it just happened to be you that was ready. What I meant was that you were finally ready.”
“You have been waiting?”
“Yes, Smith, waiting for what feels like forever, for you.”
“Well that I understand, I don’t like waiting either.” He leaned over and kissed her.
She slipped her arms around his neck and leaned into his kiss, and then climbed on his lap, straddling him again. “Hey sweetie, want to play?”
He stood up still holding her. “Don’t call me sweetie.” His eyes sparkled.
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Brown instinctively moved down the hall towards the higher numbered rooms on the sixth floor. Something felt strange to him, though he did not understand the sensation.
The manager followed Jones and Young to room 601 before noticing Brown had gone the other direction. He stood in the hallway not sure what to do. The police stayed with the manager. Brown wandered down to the end of the hall and stayed there for a while before heading back towards the group.
“Can we get this done soon?” the manager began whining again.
“The search will be pointless if it is not thorough.”
“Okay, all right, whatever.” The manager began opening the doors. The police entered the rooms first to keep the guests calm. The Agents made quick work of searching the rooms. “Somehow this isn’t nearly as interesting as I thought it would be.” The manager grumbled. “Nothing but bedrooms and hallways, no action.”
Brown glared at him but maintained his self-control. By the time they arrived at the end of the hall Brown again paused and spent additional time in the last rooms. He touched the walls and doors and stood as if in a trance.
“What is he doing?”
Young stared at the manager as if he were from another planet. The manager backed off and just watched Brown.
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She stood in front of him and waited. “Well?”
“Do not start that again.”
“I love this playful side of you Smith.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He took the sash off his robe, put it around her waist and pulled her close. Leaning into her he smiled mischievously. “You have not seen anything yet.”
Slipping her arms in his now open robe she let her fingers run through the hair on his chest, up his neck and behind his head. She tiptoed, leaned into him and began kissing his ear. “Where was I when I was interrupted?” She whispered.
Her robe was off and tangled up with his in a minute. Both were thrown on the floor. He slipped his hands around her waist and let his fingers run up and down her spine. “My turn.” Pulling her in close he began at her ears nibbling and letting his warm breath rush across her skin. His fingers explored her back while his mouth explored her neck.
It was all she could do just to remain standing and hold on to him.
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Brown pressed his hands against the walls. He felt strange sensations running through the walls, the doors, his hands. He searched the room again but still found nothing. He headed for the stairwell. The others followed him. None of themn bon bothered to talk.
Brown moved directly to room 501 and entered. No wasting time anymore. He ripped through the room and out and across the hall to room 502. The guests were running hysterically into the halls, again. Some police waited in the halls, trying to calm the guests down, others assisted Brown in his search. Jones and Young tore through the rooms with Brown.
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Slowly and methodically he kissed her neck, making sure every inch received his full attention. His hands held her gently, caressing her back. Her breathing grew deeper and more deliberate; her hands clung to his shoulders.
“Smith”
He mumbled into her skin.
She moaned in response.
His tongue ran the length of her collarbone from the shoulder inward and found it’s way into the valley of her breasts. He could feel her chest rise and fall with each breath, each growing deeper and more deliberate. He let his mouth savor the supple skin of her full breasts, moving slowly to the center. Her breathing slowed and she moaned softly as he took her in his mouth and brought her to the edge. Her fingers tangled into his hair, clutching desperately.
“Smith.” She moaned.
When he felt he had given sufficient attention to one, he slid across and began again on the other. She was breathing heavily again and clinging tightly to him. His hands slid down her back as his mouth slid down her belly.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown made short work of the first ten rooms but slowed his search toward the end of the hall. That odd foreboding haunted him when he reached the end of the hall. It was closer, whatever it was, and he could feel it.
‘Jones, report.’
‘Reporting.’
‘Do you sense something heDo yDo you feel the vibrations?’
‘No sir, Agent Brown, I do not see or ‘feel’ anything out of the ordinary.’
Brown searched room 520 fully, pressing his hands against all of the walls and doors. The sensation seemed more alive in the hallway than the room, but something was different here, he knew it.
The officers and manager stared dumbfounded at Brown as he pressed his hands against the walls, working his way up and down the walls, feeling all of them. Jones and Young stood by waiting.
“What are you doing?” the manager had found his oats again and was tired.
Brown ignored him and continued his search by touch. “We are getting closer, I can feel it.”
“Delete, will you answer me?”
She smiled at him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to be ready, Smith. When I said you were ready, I didn’t mean that this was random and it just happened to be you that was ready. What I meant was that you were finally ready.”
“You have been waiting?”
“Yes, Smith, waiting for what feels like forever, for you.”
“Well that I understand, I don’t like waiting either.” He leaned over and kissed her.
She slipped her arms around his neck and leaned into his kiss, and then climbed on his lap, straddling him again. “Hey sweetie, want to play?”
He stood up still holding her. “Don’t call me sweetie.” His eyes sparkled.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown instinctively moved down the hall towards the higher numbered rooms on the sixth floor. Something felt strange to him, though he did not understand the sensation.
The manager followed Jones and Young to room 601 before noticing Brown had gone the other direction. He stood in the hallway not sure what to do. The police stayed with the manager. Brown wandered down to the end of the hall and stayed there for a while before heading back towards the group.
“Can we get this done soon?” the manager began whining again.
“The search will be pointless if it is not thorough.”
“Okay, all right, whatever.” The manager began opening the doors. The police entered the rooms first to keep the guests calm. The Agents made quick work of searching the rooms. “Somehow this isn’t nearly as interesting as I thought it would be.” The manager grumbled. “Nothing but bedrooms and hallways, no action.”
Brown glared at him but maintained his self-control. By the time they arrived at the end of the hall Brown again paused and spent additional time in the last rooms. He touched the walls and doors and stood as if in a trance.
“What is he doing?”
Young stared at the manager as if he were from another planet. The manager backed off and just watched Brown.
****************************************************************************************************************************
She stood in front of him and waited. “Well?”
“Do not start that again.”
“I love this playful side of you Smith.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He took the sash off his robe, put it around her waist and pulled her close. Leaning into her he smiled mischievously. “You have not seen anything yet.”
Slipping her arms in his now open robe she let her fingers run through the hair on his chest, up his neck and behind his head. She tiptoed, leaned into him and began kissing his ear. “Where was I when I was interrupted?” She whispered.
Her robe was off and tangled up with his in a minute. Both were thrown on the floor. He slipped his hands around her waist and let his fingers run up and down her spine. “My turn.” Pulling her in close he began at her ears nibbling and letting his warm breath rush across her skin. His fingers explored her back while his mouth explored her neck.
It was all she could do just to remain standing and hold on to him.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown pressed his hands against the walls. He felt strange sensations running through the walls, the doors, his hands. He searched the room again but still found nothing. He headed for the stairwell. The others followed him. None of themn bon bothered to talk.
Brown moved directly to room 501 and entered. No wasting time anymore. He ripped through the room and out and across the hall to room 502. The guests were running hysterically into the halls, again. Some police waited in the halls, trying to calm the guests down, others assisted Brown in his search. Jones and Young tore through the rooms with Brown.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Slowly and methodically he kissed her neck, making sure every inch received his full attention. His hands held her gently, caressing her back. Her breathing grew deeper and more deliberate; her hands clung to his shoulders.
“Smith”
He mumbled into her skin.
She moaned in response.
His tongue ran the length of her collarbone from the shoulder inward and found it’s way into the valley of her breasts. He could feel her chest rise and fall with each breath, each growing deeper and more deliberate. He let his mouth savor the supple skin of her full breasts, moving slowly to the center. Her breathing slowed and she moaned softly as he took her in his mouth and brought her to the edge. Her fingers tangled into his hair, clutching desperately.
“Smith.” She moaned.
When he felt he had given sufficient attention to one, he slid across and began again on the other. She was breathing heavily again and clinging tightly to him. His hands slid down her back as his mouth slid down her belly.
****************************************************************************************************************************
Brown made short work of the first ten rooms but slowed his search toward the end of the hall. That odd foreboding haunted him when he reached the end of the hall. It was closer, whatever it was, and he could feel it.
‘Jones, report.’
‘Reporting.’
‘Do you sense something heDo yDo you feel the vibrations?’
‘No sir, Agent Brown, I do not see or ‘feel’ anything out of the ordinary.’
Brown searched room 520 fully, pressing his hands against all of the walls and doors. The sensation seemed more alive in the hallway than the room, but something was different here, he knew it.
The officers and manager stared dumbfounded at Brown as he pressed his hands against the walls, working his way up and down the walls, feeling all of them. Jones and Young stood by waiting.
“What are you doing?” the manager had found his oats again and was tired.
Brown ignored him and continued his search by touch. “We are getting closer, I can feel it.”