Smith Smut aka What is Real
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Category:
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,436
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 – Almost… 4, 3….
Twelve Floors – Almost… 4, 3….
“We will continue our search on the fourth floor now.”
“Maybe we should change up how we are doing this.” One of the officers suggested.
“We will continue our search in the same manner, methodical, logical, orderly.”
“Yes, sir.”
The police followed the Agents. They began at the beginning, in room 401, as they had on every floor. The manager slid the passkey in the slot and entered the code on the keypad. He opened the door.
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“Smith.” She moaned.
“I can’t talk right now, Delete, I’m busy.” He slid down her body, touching every inch of her back with his fingertips, gently, affectionately, and tenderly. He touched every inch of her front with his tongue, slowly, seduely ely and sensitively.
“Smith, stop.” She pleaded.
He stood up in front of her, letting his hands trail up the skin of her back, causing her to do a great deal of squirming. “What’s wrong babe?” He said teasingly facing her.
“Do not call me babe.” She replied with a grin.
“Why do you want me to stop, Delete?”
“I’m not ready. We need to wait.”
“What are we waiting for?”
“I cannot explain it Smith, you have to trust me now. But it’s not time, not yet, but soon, and then, you will know everything.”
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The agents charged into the room ripping through it quickly and terrorizing the patrons.
“Who the hell are you?” A large man stood up threateningly to Young. “Where is your search warrant?”
Young stared at the man and said nothing. The manager approached the man. “Sir, I assure you, these agents need to complete this search, it is for everybody’s safety. They will be done quickly.”
“They do not look like anything but a bunch of thugs to me.” The angry man ranted. “How do you know they are agents?”
A hysterical woman came charging into the room from the bathroom that Jones was currently searching. “What’s going on Frank?” She screeched.
“I don’t know Priscilla, but I will get to the bottom of this!” He glared at the manager. “You better be prepared for a law.”
.”
“I assure you they are Agents, this is necessary, everything is fine.” The manager babbled.
Brown led Jones and Young out of the room.
They watched them leave. The manager began to follow, but the man stopped him. “Are you sure they are not frauds?” he whispered to the manager.
“I sure as hell hope not at this point.”
He ran after them now, muttering about keeping a closer eye on them for the rest of the search.
They moved methodically through the all the rooms on the fourth floor. Agent Brown again seemed transfixed at the end of the hall. ‘Brown, report.’
‘Reporting.’
‘Do you sense a disturbance in the Matrix?’
‘I sense nothing out of the ordinary.’
“We will search the third floor now.” Brown led the way to the stairwell.
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She slid her arms around his neck and just stared into his eyes. “I have waited sog fog for today Smith.”
“Now what Delete?”
“Now you choose to leave what was and move on to what is.”
“As usual, Delete, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“I know Smith, I am sorry, but I cannot explain it, you will have to trust me, trust yourself too.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
Room 301 was quickly searched. The agents searched all the rooms on the third floor without further incident. When they searched room 320 Brown again stopped and touched every wall.
Jones began tapping on the walls and checking them as well. Young stood with the manager and the officers and observed.
Brown worked his way around the entire room and stopped at the doorway. He continued touching the walls into the hallway. He stared at Jones but didn’t bother to ask him about his perception.
****************************************************************************************************************************
His hand in hers she led him to the bed. Tearing down the covers she bared the bed to its inner self, just its white cotton sheets left on the mattress. “The time is now. No turning back.” Her eyes searched his face for some kind of assurance. “Do you understand?”
“I already made my choice.”
Breathing a sigh of relief she leaned into him and kissed him and then lay down on the bed leaned on her elbow and waited. His eyes took her all in, from the golden silk strands spilling across her face onto the white pillow to the coral painted toenails that perfectly matched the color of her full lips and everything in between.
“Are you still my voyeur?”
“Absolutely.”
He lay down next to her, facing her, propped up on his elbow in a pose similar to hers.
“I didn’t know it was even possible to feel this way.” He said brushing the hair away from her face.
“It’s possible Smith, rare, special, extraordinary, but possible.”
“I love you so much it hurts.”
“I love you too.”
“But do you know? Do you understand how I feel? Honestly Delete, I don’t even understand this feeling, this sense of needing you so much, of wanting you so completely. This all feels so unreal.”
“I understand Smith, but this is real.”
“But Delete, do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“I had to choose. You did not.”
“Of course I did, I chose a long time ago. We talked about that already.”
“But now, do you still feel the same way?”
“Yes.”
“Think about it Delete, you chose me to join you in your life, whatever that is, and I had to give up my life, my very existence as I’ve known it to choose you.”
“I understand Smith, but what do you want me to do now? I do love you.”
“Will you prove it? Will you let go? Will you give control to me?”
“What are you asking of me?”
“Give me control over you like you have over me, like you have had over me. Complete control, no vanishing, no questions, no riddles, just totally submit to me and let me be in control.”
“Yave ave always been in control.”
“No Delete, I have been out of control since the day you appeared in my life. I want control.”
“Will this make you happy? Will this make you believe I love you, that I am yours?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will. I choose to submit to you.”
“No matter what?”
“Yes.” Taking her shoulder he laid her down on her back. He wound the fingers of his right hand into the fingers of her left hand. He pressed her arm back into the mattress, aligning his arm carefully on top of hers, holding her down. Then he moved over her.
Lying down, carefully covering her he aligned his body perfectly with hers, pressing his chest against her breasts, his belly against her belly and his thighs on hers. Overwhelmed with her desire for him she reached up free her arm around his neck to draw him near but instead his long strong fingers twined themselves with her slender soft digits and he pressed his palm into hers. He pressed her arm back perpendicular to her head, the same way as the other arm was held down.
Her instinct was to resist when she was pinned, and her desire was to assert herself with him, both to free herself and to be with him. She struggled against his weight, both out of fear and desire. “You said you would surrender complete control to me.” His voice carried a hint a doubt, a twinge of pain.
She stared into his blue eyes. “I do, I will.” Her muscles relaxed under his weight crushing her into the sheets. Willing herself to surrender she forced air into her lungs and out again, closing her eyes against the beauty of his face and the intensity of her desire, and focusing on her promise.
****************************************************************************************************************************
It is time to search the second floor.
“We will continue our search on the fourth floor now.”
“Maybe we should change up how we are doing this.” One of the officers suggested.
“We will continue our search in the same manner, methodical, logical, orderly.”
“Yes, sir.”
The police followed the Agents. They began at the beginning, in room 401, as they had on every floor. The manager slid the passkey in the slot and entered the code on the keypad. He opened the door.
****************************************************************************************************************************
“Smith.” She moaned.
“I can’t talk right now, Delete, I’m busy.” He slid down her body, touching every inch of her back with his fingertips, gently, affectionately, and tenderly. He touched every inch of her front with his tongue, slowly, seduely ely and sensitively.
“Smith, stop.” She pleaded.
He stood up in front of her, letting his hands trail up the skin of her back, causing her to do a great deal of squirming. “What’s wrong babe?” He said teasingly facing her.
“Do not call me babe.” She replied with a grin.
“Why do you want me to stop, Delete?”
“I’m not ready. We need to wait.”
“What are we waiting for?”
“I cannot explain it Smith, you have to trust me now. But it’s not time, not yet, but soon, and then, you will know everything.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
The agents charged into the room ripping through it quickly and terrorizing the patrons.
“Who the hell are you?” A large man stood up threateningly to Young. “Where is your search warrant?”
Young stared at the man and said nothing. The manager approached the man. “Sir, I assure you, these agents need to complete this search, it is for everybody’s safety. They will be done quickly.”
“They do not look like anything but a bunch of thugs to me.” The angry man ranted. “How do you know they are agents?”
A hysterical woman came charging into the room from the bathroom that Jones was currently searching. “What’s going on Frank?” She screeched.
“I don’t know Priscilla, but I will get to the bottom of this!” He glared at the manager. “You better be prepared for a law.”
.”
“I assure you they are Agents, this is necessary, everything is fine.” The manager babbled.
Brown led Jones and Young out of the room.
They watched them leave. The manager began to follow, but the man stopped him. “Are you sure they are not frauds?” he whispered to the manager.
“I sure as hell hope not at this point.”
He ran after them now, muttering about keeping a closer eye on them for the rest of the search.
They moved methodically through the all the rooms on the fourth floor. Agent Brown again seemed transfixed at the end of the hall. ‘Brown, report.’
‘Reporting.’
‘Do you sense a disturbance in the Matrix?’
‘I sense nothing out of the ordinary.’
“We will search the third floor now.” Brown led the way to the stairwell.
****************************************************************************************************************************
She slid her arms around his neck and just stared into his eyes. “I have waited sog fog for today Smith.”
“Now what Delete?”
“Now you choose to leave what was and move on to what is.”
“As usual, Delete, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“I know Smith, I am sorry, but I cannot explain it, you will have to trust me, trust yourself too.”
****************************************************************************************************************************
Room 301 was quickly searched. The agents searched all the rooms on the third floor without further incident. When they searched room 320 Brown again stopped and touched every wall.
Jones began tapping on the walls and checking them as well. Young stood with the manager and the officers and observed.
Brown worked his way around the entire room and stopped at the doorway. He continued touching the walls into the hallway. He stared at Jones but didn’t bother to ask him about his perception.
****************************************************************************************************************************
His hand in hers she led him to the bed. Tearing down the covers she bared the bed to its inner self, just its white cotton sheets left on the mattress. “The time is now. No turning back.” Her eyes searched his face for some kind of assurance. “Do you understand?”
“I already made my choice.”
Breathing a sigh of relief she leaned into him and kissed him and then lay down on the bed leaned on her elbow and waited. His eyes took her all in, from the golden silk strands spilling across her face onto the white pillow to the coral painted toenails that perfectly matched the color of her full lips and everything in between.
“Are you still my voyeur?”
“Absolutely.”
He lay down next to her, facing her, propped up on his elbow in a pose similar to hers.
“I didn’t know it was even possible to feel this way.” He said brushing the hair away from her face.
“It’s possible Smith, rare, special, extraordinary, but possible.”
“I love you so much it hurts.”
“I love you too.”
“But do you know? Do you understand how I feel? Honestly Delete, I don’t even understand this feeling, this sense of needing you so much, of wanting you so completely. This all feels so unreal.”
“I understand Smith, but this is real.”
“But Delete, do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“I had to choose. You did not.”
“Of course I did, I chose a long time ago. We talked about that already.”
“But now, do you still feel the same way?”
“Yes.”
“Think about it Delete, you chose me to join you in your life, whatever that is, and I had to give up my life, my very existence as I’ve known it to choose you.”
“I understand Smith, but what do you want me to do now? I do love you.”
“Will you prove it? Will you let go? Will you give control to me?”
“What are you asking of me?”
“Give me control over you like you have over me, like you have had over me. Complete control, no vanishing, no questions, no riddles, just totally submit to me and let me be in control.”
“Yave ave always been in control.”
“No Delete, I have been out of control since the day you appeared in my life. I want control.”
“Will this make you happy? Will this make you believe I love you, that I am yours?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will. I choose to submit to you.”
“No matter what?”
“Yes.” Taking her shoulder he laid her down on her back. He wound the fingers of his right hand into the fingers of her left hand. He pressed her arm back into the mattress, aligning his arm carefully on top of hers, holding her down. Then he moved over her.
Lying down, carefully covering her he aligned his body perfectly with hers, pressing his chest against her breasts, his belly against her belly and his thighs on hers. Overwhelmed with her desire for him she reached up free her arm around his neck to draw him near but instead his long strong fingers twined themselves with her slender soft digits and he pressed his palm into hers. He pressed her arm back perpendicular to her head, the same way as the other arm was held down.
Her instinct was to resist when she was pinned, and her desire was to assert herself with him, both to free herself and to be with him. She struggled against his weight, both out of fear and desire. “You said you would surrender complete control to me.” His voice carried a hint a doubt, a twinge of pain.
She stared into his blue eyes. “I do, I will.” Her muscles relaxed under his weight crushing her into the sheets. Willing herself to surrender she forced air into her lungs and out again, closing her eyes against the beauty of his face and the intensity of her desire, and focusing on her promise.
****************************************************************************************************************************
It is time to search the second floor.