Smith Smut aka What is Real

Twelve Floors – Room Two To One

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They converged again on the second floor. As per their previous method they began at the beginning, room 201. Brown considered moving right to the end of the hall where he felt the strange sensations, however, he was a machine of logic and order and it made sense to start at the beginning, and, he did not want to risk missing anything. The manager opened the door. The police and agents entered the room as a group and quickly searched it before moving on to room 202.

‘Jones, the sensation has increased, do you see anything?’

‘Agent Brown, I do not see any unusual activity.’

Brown felt the disturbance. Since the fourth floor it had grown more intense. He was sure there, on the fourth floor, he would find whatever it was that was causing the strange sensation. Now, with each new floor, each new search, he felt it more.

“I will search each room on this floor, personally.” Brown stated harshly.

The police and manager looked puzzled. Young began to protest but Jones shot him a warning glance.

The manager continued to open the doors. The agents followed Brown into the rooms and watched. By the time they reached room 211 the police didn’t even bother going into the rooms.

They entered room 215. Brown yanked the covers off the bed. A young woman screamed. Brown moved into the bathroom and checked it. The manager and an officer ran into the room. They were trying with to calm the woman down. The officer showed her the picture.

“I saw him.”

Brown spun and glared at her. “Tell me.”

She shrunk back in fear. “Take it easy man, she’s scared to death.”

Brown’s eyes bored through the manager and he quickly moved away from the woman. “I will interview her, alone.”

Her brown eyes grew wide with fear but she stood up and faced Brown. The manager and officer left the room. They were alone.

“Just what do you think you will interview me about?”

Brown sized her up. No one had ever stood up to him, besides Smith, and this petite little brunette intrigued him. Still, he knew he had no time to waste. He felt he was on the verge of finding Smith. He spoke to her more gently though. “When did you see him, miss?”

“My name is Kelly. I saw him earlier tonight, like right after it got dark outside.”

“Where did you see him?”

“He was standing in the hall, staring off into space, or at least, he looked like he was. He was wearing sunglasses, like you are.”

“And what was he doing?”

“I just told you that.”

“Where did he go?” Brown grew impatient. “Give me all the information you have quickly and you can go back to sleep.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go back to sleep, maybe I want to be a little reckless tonight.” She edged up to him. He backed off.

“What are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes with a disappointed sigh. “Never mind. Look, I watched him ‘cause he looked like he was in another world. He was just standing at the end of the hall kind of spacey looking and mumbling and flipping this metal thing around in his hand.”

“What metal thing?”

“I don’t know what it was, I didn’t try to talk to him. He was kind of scary looking. Not cute like you.”

“I am not cute.”

“What, do you like guys or something?”

“I do not like anyone.”

“Oh that’s lovely. Anyway, I thought I might talk to him and see if he was okay, but, he was mumbling and stuff so I just blew it off and came in here. Then I went to sleep and was having happy dreams when suddenly a tall dark handsome agent charges into my room and rips the covers off my bed. It’s been an interesting night.”

Brown left the room and continued his search, questioning each patron now, hoping to gather more information. No one else had seen Smith. When he entered room 220 he felt the sensation like a static flurry coursing through him. He searched room 220 twice. He exited and stood in the hallway, turning slowly.

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His body lay perfectly aligned on top of hers, his fingers laced together with hers, forearms pressed together. Her ample breasts, soft and supple, nipples hardened against the rubbing of the hair on his Adonis like chest. Two bodies pressed together in nearly every way possible.

“I want you Delete.”

Her legs yielded and opened to his fullness. Pressing in, promising the fulfillment she was begging for, he let the tip rest against her. His resulting groan exposed the extraordinary pleasure he found in the sudden contraction of muscles and rush of warm wetness that met him. “Open your eyes.”

Fluttering against the weight of passion and desire she forced her eyes open to look into his. Sapphire pools of blue glinted with silver sparks gazed pleadingly into his deep steely stare. Nose to nose she tensed to control her breathing and focus herself on the words she heard. “You love me?”

Concern flickered in his eyes and she struggled against the moan deep in her throat to form coherent words. “Completely” escaped in a gasp between her controlled breaths barely a whisper.

“You give yourself to me?”

More in control now she uttered, “unreservedly.”

“Say it.”

“I love you Smith.”

“I am yours?”

“Completely.”

“You are mine?”

“Yes.”

“Completely?”

Pressing in deeper but torturously slowly, a centimeter at a time, his eyes locked with hers. “Say it.” He waited and would give her no more.

“Smith” escaped on a breath.

“Say it.”

“I am yours.”

“Say it.”

“Completely.”

“Say it all, Delete.”

She understood what he wanted, what he needed to hear from her. “My body is yours.” Another nudge forward was her reward. She responded with a deep moan and involuntary muscle contractions.

“Say it.”

“Smith.” was the only sound she could form.

“I need this Delete.” The fear, or was it uncertainty flickered again in his eyes. Pain welled up in her chest with the realization that he didn’t know, that he had any doubt. Her breathing was forced now, struggling against the crushing weight of his body and the all-encompassing tension she held in every muscle. She knew that he knew she needed to breathe, she had told him so before. She could escape now, she had the power, the ability, but her will was submitted to his, by choice. “Please, Delete, I need to hear it, say it.”

Mouth open, each breath labored, her eyes expressed the attempt to focus her mind on a verbal response while maintaining the still needed bodily functions for survival and fighting to control the passion she wanted to release. A battle raged within her not because she didn’t want to answer, but because she was torn between trying to retain control and wanting to lose it while also willingly and willfully submitting it to him. Licking her lips she formed the words and exhaled enough air to emit sound with them, “My mind is yours.”

Again he rewarded her response with another slight forward nudge that only served to push her closer to the edge and cause more constriction of every muscle. Her toes clenched hold of the sheets while her heels dug in struggling not to press herself into him but let him retain control.

“More Delete?” His grin was wicked and his eyes danced with delight watching her desire build, her teeth grind and the beads of perspiration form on her brow.

Her tongue flicked across her dry lips, her eyes pleaded while she whimpered. “You have my heart Smith.” He gave her just a little more. Sharply exhaling her eyelids covered the pained blue orbs and liquid saline drizzled out of the corners into her ears.

“Open your eyes Delete!”

Forcing her lungs to expand she inhaled deeply the movement caused her already erect nipples to press more into the perfect scattering of brown hairs on his chest sending delicious new sensations through her and causing her once again to involuntarily constrict around what little of himself he was sharing with her while flooding him with a warm invitation to share more.

With every muscle tensed to maintain some control she again forced her eyes into the light and searched his face. It was all there, the fear, the joy, the pleasure, the desire and the need to know she really was his. Her mouth moved by pure will but no sound escaped. Her entire body was soaked with perspiration, her eyes poured tears down her cheeks and where her body met his she was drenched with desire, but not a drop of saliva existed in her mouth to help her form the words he needed to hear. She gasped and forced air into her lungs again both anticipating and fearing the pleasurable sensations she knew awaited her movement, and she was not disappointed as once again her nipples responded to the soft yet coarse sensation of brushing into his tensely muscled chest.

Another soft warm moan escaped her already parched mouth. Her eyes pleaded with his, and with great tenderness he leaned into her and ran his tongue across her lips. Another rush of warmth flooded him as her lips parted for his tongues penetration of her mouth. He obliged slowly licking her lips first and then her teeth before finally wetting her tongue. Warm wet saliva rushed under her tongue as the sheer pleasure of his touch sent her further toward oblivion. She lapped at his mouth in response and he withdrew from her lips and studied her eyes again. His control was incredible.

“Smith.” Feebly she forced the words out. “My soul is yours.” She gasped. “I am all yours, all of me, do what you will.” His eyes locked with hers again. Looking into her soul, watching the pleasure seep through her, he continued his foray into her body and completed their union. Her fingers squeezed into his hands and her head pressed back into the sheets as her body rose up into his. A warm gasp escaped through her lips simultaneously with the liquid heat that welcomed his complete entry.

“Open your eyes.”

Battling against the power of the pleasure that consumed her she struggled to force her eyes open again.

“Keep your eyes open, I want to watch you.”

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Brown turned slowly at the end of the hallway. There was a disturbance in the Matrix, something was there that did not belong, he could sense it.

“That’s it, there are no other rooms on this floor.” The manager turned and headed down the hallway toward the elevator, several of the uniformed officers followed.

”Wait.” Patiently Brown stood still and focused his energy on the energy he felt in the hall. It looked like a mirage at first, wavy and liquid, but a door formed before their very eyes, an old wooden door with a gold colored deadbolt lock and matching numbers nailed into the door. The numbers 221. “What is in here?”

The manager stood stock still stunned. “I’ve never seen that door before, that door, that door, it doesn’t exist!”

“It exists and it requires a key for the lock. Find the key, now!”

The manager ran down the stairs yelling and screaming something about a key. Noise and clattering drifted up to the second floor where Brown waited staring at the door as if it was his eyes that kept it there.

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Complete penetration and then rhythm, his hips rotating, hers completing the motions. Together apart and together again in a slow dance building in intensity but not speed. Her eyes locked in his, his in hers, complete concentration. Fingers laced, palms together, complete alignment of two bodies perfectly joined into one, one motion, one moment, one purpose. He set the pace and she followed. He searched her eyes into her very soul. He could feel muscles growing ever tighter with each movement but she was not struggling against the intensity, rather she succumbed her entire being to it.

Blackness, perfect blackness, the complete combination of every color in perfect unison and balance began to wrap around them like a ribbon wrapping a gift, like a bandage wrapping a mummy.

Beads of salty warm sweat slid between their bodies, creating glide against the friction, intensifying feelings of unity, diminishing identity. Masculine flesh, feminine flesh blended into one flesh, melted into one being, pouring out into each other, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, breast to chest, sweat drenched palms pressed into one.

Pure white, absence of all color, absence of all things, wrapped itself around them, tangling with the black, weaving opposite it’s opposite to create one perfect picture.

His brow pressed down on hers eyes still connected. Two bodies, two hearts and two minds becoming one. Her legs opened further, he pressed in deeper, the motion the rhythm the tide of flesh pouring against flesh continued as she wrapped her legs around his, outside then inside, until her feet were hooked under his legs. Toes clenched the sheets. Friction. Fusion. Tension. Submission.

Darkness, sweet darkness, complete absence of all light, of all color poured over the two bodies wrapped into one, wound together with pure black and pure white, woven into one body.

Full strong lips closed in on a waiting open mouth. Lids fluttered shut and lips searched for ways to come together more closely. Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues reached down throats, under tongues adding to the dance their own perfect rhythm. Moans became the music as the dance continued, mouth-to-mouth; pouring everything into her she accepted it all and gave all she had in return. The dance intensified, harmony, melody, deep guttural groans, passionate heartfelt moans, the music reached its crescendo the dancers became one graceful motion with no beginning or end.

White light. The absolute perfect balance of all color of light blended together, danced with them, sparked by pleasure, grew from them.

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Brown had waited long enough. Taking careful aim he leveled his weapon at the door and fired one perfect shot. The door splintered apart, opened and he stepped deftly through.

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And in that one moment the dancers were no longer the dancers but became the dance themselves. Souls fused. He erupted into her as she drank him in. One perfect moment of pure pleasure, the absence of everything, the presence of everything, complete, flawless in them.

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Brilliant intense light tore through the room. White light, pure white light, exploded, expanded and eliminated every shadow. Searing thermal heat pulsed through the air. Nauseating waves of green light flashed around and shocked through Brown followed by violent sonic waves of deafening thunder. His systems shut down while liquid green heat flowed around him, enveloping him, washing over him.

Shadows stained the walls.

Brown regained consciousness. Stumbling he lurched forward against the power that threw him back and suddenly everything was still. His eyes darted around the room suspicious of what he would find. Nothing. No one. A table holding a plate of perfectly arranged strawberries with only a few missing, two crystal glasses with dredges of champagne, and two pair of dark sunglasses melded together into one, stood between two empty chairs. A half empty bottle chilling in a bucket of ice. On the floor directly in front of him a pile of black and white silk, tangled together, but still black and white, no grey.

The bed was disheveled, the sheets damp. Brown cautiously approached and irresistibly reached out and touched the sheets where indentations from bodies remained. Wet and warm. Recoiling he stepped back and into a pile of clothing. Black suit coat, pants, tie, white shirt, and Smith’s Desert Eagle. Flickering sensations poured through him, the smell burned him. What was that smell?

His eyes returned to the items on the table. He picked up the dark sunglasses. They must have melted together in the explosion he surmised. The ice was still cold though, and the strawberries looked fresh. He examined the sunglasses again and dropped them back on the table. A key, the key he was waiting for, and a small plastic cube, hollow, with three alphanumeric letters printed on it. He left the key but semi-consciously picked up the cube and dropped it in his pocket. He stepped back out through the door and over the bodies that lay on the floor.

‘Young, Jones, get up.’ He commanded. Their eyes blinked open and mechanically they stood up. The police still lay on the floor, their skin burned, their clothes blackened, unconscious or dead. Piles of ashes.

Young and Jones followed Brown down the hall and into the elevator. A moment before the doors closed Brown leaned out and looked down the hall, the bodies vanished, the wall restored to its original form and the door was gone.

They exited the elevator. The girl behind the desk was chatting casually with the manager and they waved good-bye. The agents ignored them and continued out the front door.

They returned to the complex.

Downtime