Passion Play

Passion Play

by “ladydeakin”

Disclaimer: The Wonderful World of the Matrix and all its’ occupants are property of their respective copyright holders.

If ‘soft’ descriptions of het-sex don’t bother you, read on. I am posting this at both ff.n and aff.net – if I get complaints I will tat dot down, no questions asked, as I don’t wish to violate anyone’s TOS – and by the guidelines given, I would class this as an R and not a NC-17, but that’s just me. You have been warned.


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Chanson smiled as she opened her eyes and felt Screech, her operator, pull the needle from her head. They were stationed on board Val Valkyrie, a swift little hovercraft that served as the base for the Emergency Response Operative teams. EMROs were summoned into the Matrix to assist when people got in trouble, missions got botched, or when a large amount of Agents were chasing a small amount of resistants. Their job was to provide immediate assistance as and when it was needed for whatever reason. Chanson was a field operative whose shift had just ended.

"Two weeks working on EMRO. You must be exhausted."

"Yeah, yeah you could say that...,” she said, rubbing the base of her head where she had been plugged in. She stood up and stretched.

"Any plans on how you’re gonna unwind? Little gym time, little sleep time, little have-a-bowl-of-goop-with-me time?"

Chanson smiled to herself. If he only knew what she had in mind.

* * *

She was standing in a long terracotta brick corridor. Roman columns made from sandstone decorated the archways and stone statues depicting roman gods and goddesses were set into alcoves. The stone floor felt cool on her feet and a ge bre breeze blew her gauze blouse open, revealing her naked flesh. Chanson was home again, in Corsica, at her parents’ villa in the hills above Porto Vecchio. She came upon the large pool of clear, warm, sparking blue water, and she flipped the switch on the wall. The waters came to life, bubbling madly, warmed from the late afternoon Corsican sun. She stretched, exposing her skin fully to the sun’s long-forgotten caress. She could smell the hydrangea and lilac bushes blooming, and in the distance she saw her fathers’ olive trees,yingying slightly in the breeze. Shedding the gauze blouse behind her, she stepped down into the pool, allowing the warm salty water and the bubbles to relax her tired mind and spirit. She waded in the water, letting the current push her, until she finally settled against one jet on her back, allowing the warm mineral water to soothe her, and the hot sun to rejuvenate her. Her long, dark wavy hair was damp on the ends from the water, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be home.

After a while she turned over, to allow the jet to work on her front, to massage her stomach and breasts. Holding on to the side of the pool, she felt the bubbles beat at her skin, pushing her tummy flat and concave. It felt incredible to be back here, in the pool she had learned to swim in. The same pool that she spent many a happy day lounging beside, tanning until she was deep brown, the colour of her Italian kin, as opposed to the fair French of her mothers’ people.

As the bubbles slipped up her spine, for a fleeting second, they felt like fingertips upon her flesh. She turned her head slightly and saw no one. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on feeling her tension melt away into the hot water. Again, she felt someone’s fingertips on her back, gentle like bubbles, and then they moved to her hips, in the water, sliding up her naked torso to rest at the curves of her breasts. Her eyes flew open as she heard a low, slow, even-tempo voice in her ear, a voice as cold as steel but with the promise of hell’s fire behind it.

“So I’ve finally managed to catch up with you, Miss Variani.”

Chanson felt her heart drop to her stomach. She dared not move, lest he kill her with his bare hands. The water had not changed temperature, although she felt death’s cold hand descend upon her.

“You have been interfering in matters that are none of your business. Ruining operations that I have planned. Assisting those resistants that I wish to terminate. Haven’t you?”

She could feel his lips brush against her ear. His hands were still there, resting right below the curve of her breasts. She shivered as she felt his hands slide back down her naked torso and glide over the curve of her buttocks, before sliding back up her hips and pausing at her waist.

“Smith,” she whispered. “How did you find me?”

“Yes,” he murmured in her ear. “You wanted me to find you, didn’t you? Why else would you be here in your parents’ home, swimming naked? Didn’t you think this would be the first place I would look? Didn’t you believe that I would be watching and waiting for you to come, waiting for you to move right into my hands?”

As he spoke, he slid his hands up her stomach and brushed his long fingers over her nipples. She gasped at the sensation and shifted backwards, inadvertently falling into his embrace. His lips brushed against her sder,der, kissing the small beads of water that had formed on the tan skin. When she brushed against him, she became aware that he was naked in the water with her. She felt his arousal against her side and at the same time she felt his hands slide up sidesides to her arms, pushing them up. His lips licked and kissed her neck as his fingertips trailed softly, slowly down again and to her breasts. She felt the warmth return to her fiercely, against her better judgement. Her higher reasoning, her logic, and her fear was drifting away on the bubbles that caressed her skin and his fingers and lips. It was replaced by the heat of arousal, lust, and her forbidden desire.

Her nipples had hardened by the time his fingers arrived at them. She felt his thumbs and forefingers rolling them, pulling slightly, in unison, and she heard herself moan in a passionate response.

“Yes, Chanson,” he said, growling in her ear, “You can try to disrupt my plans but you won’t succeed in the end. It is inevitable. I am superior to you humans in every way. Look at yourself now, you couldn’t refuse me even if you wanted to. I’ve seen the way you look at me from across the barrels of our guns. I know that you have asked to be notified especially when I am one of the Agents present in a situation so that you can be there to oppose me. I know, I have always known how you’ve desired me. And here is the proof, Chanson. Here is my proof,” he said, allowing a hand to trail down her body. He rubbed his knee against her legs, opening them, and felt her grind herself against his leg involuntarily. His hand went to where their flesh met, and he touched her. He nipped her neck with his teeth, as his fingers caressed her inner lips, feeling her moistness that had nothing to do with the water.

Chanson bit her lip to keep herself quiet. His fingers continued to tease her nipple and her mind felt like it was going to combust. How was this Agent, her sworn enemy, able to know how she felt? How was he able to illicit such passion from her? She felt him lift her off of his knee in the water and turn her around so she was facing him. Feeling ashamed of herself for being weak and so easily aroused by him, she could not look him in the face. He slid a finger underneath her chin and raised her head to look in his eyes.

“You are human,” he said quietly, almost as if he could read her mind. “You ot hot help yourself. It is the nature of your being to be a slave to your impulses, whims…desires,” he said, moving closer to her, lowering his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and held on to him tightly, as his tongue dipped into her mouth, claiming it for himself. His knee found its’ way back between her legs and she rubbed against it, stimulating herself as they kissed. The bubbles in the water caressed their flesh, as he pulled away just far enough so that he could look in her eyes with his cold blue gaze. He smirked at her, knowing everythine hae had been feeling since she had first laid eyes on the deadly, forbidden Agent, who, up until now, she had believed to be unaware of his sexual power. To the contrary, he was very aware of himself, and his power over women, or at least, her. And, if he wasn’t, the gasps coming from her as his teeth grated over her left nipple would surely be obvious enough even to a machine that she wanted him, that she desired him, that he had been her fantasy now come true…

“Do you want me, Chanson? Is this what you’ve been wanting?” he said, as he softly probed her inner flesh, working two of his fingers inside of her and then slowly moving them to stimulate her. Her knees felt weak and a jet of water coming from the wall supported her back.

It was all she could do to nod in agreement. He smiled up at her and said, “That’s not good enough. Is this what you’ve been wanting?” He took her nipple back in his mouth and bit it, hard enough to mix pleasure with pain as he gently stroked her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, what?” he asked, pulling the words out of.
.

“Yes, this is what I’ve wanted. Yes,” she moaned, feeling his lips back on her breast, sucking her now, flicking his tongue around her nipple.

“Do you want me?” he asked again, and elicited his answer by gently touching her clitoris, making her sharply inhale.

“Yes,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “Yes I want you, Smith.”

He smirked at her, possessively, and withdrew his fingers from her. He backed her against the wall of the pool and lifted her legs up so they would wrap around him. For a wild moment, Chanson wondered if he would be strong enough to do this position without the help of water, but assumed just as quickly that he would be, seeing as Agents were as strong as any situation required them to be.

She wrapped her arms around him and could feel him position himself to her. He lowered her onto him and any thoughts she may have had fled from her mind as he penetrated her. She had not actually seen his size as the water wbscubscured from the bubbles, but it was enough for her, making her feel full and complete with him. He lifted her, and assisted her movements on him, as their lips met for a full, passionate kiss. Steam rose up out of the water, and she was barely conscious that the sun had almost fully set. Out of nowhere, she was dimly aware that scores of candles had been lit around them, and she suspected he manipulated things to provide them with light. She saw the flickering lights reflect in his blue eyes, and realised that he was enjoying this as much as she was. He smiled at her, a genuine smile, and she ran her fingers through his damp hair as their lips met again.

He reached between them to raise her right breast to his bowed head and suck on her nipple. “Do you like this?” he asked her, pausing for a moment, and then resuming the action.

“Yes, Smith,” she said, pushing her breast forward into his mouth, as they continued to move together in the water. She ran her fingers through his hair, and cradled his head to her chest as he sucked her.

He slid his hand down over her leg and in between their bodies to their joining. He rubbed her clitoris and it felt as if her entire body was melting for him as he moved within her. “Or do you prefer it if I do this to you?” he whispered in her ear.

“Ah, yes…” she sighed, closing her eyes and arching her back involuntarily. He lowered his lips to her , ki, kissing and licking his way along her shoulders. She lifted her head up so they could kiss as he continued to rub her gently, with soft, quick fingers, stimulating her.

“I want you to never forget that I am your lover, I am the one you desire…” he whispered, picking up his pace, moving with deep strokes inside of her, and intensifying his ministrations on her clitoris. “You cannot fight the reality that you are mine. You know it in every organic part of you, and in every line of code that makes you here right now with me. Whether you’re here, in the Matrix, or in the real world, you are mine…”

She felt his hot words and kisses that followed them imprint on her psyche as her body fell into its’ orgasm. She moaned his name as she climaxed for him, and the sensation of her contracting around him caused him to climax shortly after. They held each other, for long minutes, holding their position on the side of the pool, and kissed. She looked up into his eyes and saw his satisfied smirk as he released his hold on her, letting her legs drop back down in the water.

She turned from him and walked towards the steps. The crisp cool of the night air made her shiver as she bent down to pick up her discarded blouse. Turning off the bubbles in the pool, she went beckon to him to come inside, but he was gone. The scores of candles all around the pool, which was almost still again, remained.

* * *

Chanson opened her eyes in the real world. Back here again, back in the cold reality that was her life.

“How was your training programme?” a voice from behind her asked. She felt Screech pull the needle out from her head and hand her a disk.

“Fine…” she said, dreamily.

“Is it almost ready for everyone to start using? Nyoto is very anxious for a better Agent combat training programme.”

“No…,” she said, thinking quickly, “No, I think it needs more work. Are there any open slots tomorrow that I could use for further evaluation?”

“Well yeah, but… all work and no play makes Chanson a dull girl.”

Chanson smiled a mysterious smile, “Well, some jobs I don’t mind doing…”


Fin