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Trinity opened her eyes with the hum of fluorescent lights flickering on. The faint sound is familiar and soothing. It takes a second and then she remembers she is on a ship, the Mnemosyne this time around and not the Nebuchadnezzar. No matter the name, the hum is the same and she feels as though she has been waking on ships for half of her life. She is on her side facing the narrow walkway and door of their small cabin. Behind her, Neo is sound asleep breathing out warm puffs of air against her back. Like a flash, she recalls their activities from last night. Neo’s broad chest on top of her in their small bed. Holding himself up with one hand while cradling her ass and hip with the other. He hiked her leg up higher and tighter against his side while she cried out “yes,*pant* hold me *pant* close, Neo! *pant* closer!” her voice cracking with emotion as she got lost in their rhythm. She had reached down at one point and covered the big, strong hand holding her tight with her own. She felt the thin metal band on Neo’s finger as he pounded into her and her heart had threatened to burst. She felt warm and tingly inside remembering how his hand felt gripping her skin, how his lips and tongue had felt against her neck driving her wild and suddenly her desire was stirring again. Would she ever feel satisfied? Chad would say no.
Thoughts of her life as Tiffany came back to her unbidden. She had tried to make her marriage to Chad work. She even tried to make their sex life work for a time. That was before. Before she knew Chad was an agent, that their marriage wasn’t real, and that ultimately nothing about that life was real because she and Neo were stuck in a computer simulation. Stuck in the Matrix. Again. That was before she had met shy and sweet Thomas Anderson in a coffee shop, before she had held his hand and life had irreparably changed.
Trinity rolled over to look at Neo who had shifted onto his back now. She wanted to lay her head upon his chest and snuggle into him. She wanted to breathe him in deeply and nuzzle into his sleep-warm neck. God, how she loved his scent, she’d never tire of it. She was starting to get so aroused already from the combination of thinking about last night and seeing him in front of her, she wanted to touch him, kiss him, moan into his mouth and let him know how ready she was for him again. She stopped herself.
Chad had made it clear that she needed to chill out after they had sex. She would just get herself worked back up so quickly again and he needed time and space afterward. He would roll over and go to sleep. He would explain away their lack of cuddling in the night. He didn’t know anything while he was asleep. He was dead to the world. So was she, he would claim. They were both the type of people who needed their space in bed, he would tell her. The next morning, as soon as they touched in bed, Tiff would want to whimper “please” and “more”, ready to be swept up in her husband's arms for round 2. Ready to relive the previous night’s passion. Or what passion there was. This only annoyed Chad. He felt proud of himself that they had done it just last night. Couldn’t she give it a few days? A week? Didn’t she need to re-set? His batteries were drained and he made her feel awkward and strange that she hardly needed any time to recharge herself. But that was before. That was Chad. And Chad wasn't Neo.
Neo is awake now, watching Trinity with wonder. He sees her staring at him with a conflicted look on her face. This happens sometimes since they have returned to each other. He knows it usually means she is remembering some part of her life in the Matrix, her life as Tiffany, Chad's wife and mom of three. They look at each other for a long moment without speaking. Suddenly, Neo reaches for her. He welcomes her into his arms, whispers "come here…" Trinity is shaken from her reverie. She feels tears prick at her eyes as she nuzzles his neck like she wants to and she finds herself already turning in his arms so her back is to him. Her ass rubbing against his hardening cock. “Neo…” she breathes. “I need…” Neo’s lips come to her ear as he whispers that he already knows what she needs because he needs it too. He presses gentle kisses down her neck as she begins to writhe against him because this is after. After Neo found her, rescued her, loved her, healed her. This is after. This is Neo. And Neo isn’t Chad.