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Always Be My Potential
The Potential was walking towards her. Time seemed to slow so she could take in his every move. He commanded the room with his confident stride and all eyes turned to watch and admire his graceful ease. Observing this, Trinity wondered if this Keanu really could bend the Matrix to his will the way Neo did.
Come to think of it, everything about this man reminded Trinity of Neo. His build, his stature, his face...except, this man had flowing locks that seemed to float when he walked and a beard that she’d love to feel on her…
"Hello Trinity," he greeted her with an effortless smile. In fact, he seemed delighted to see her, like he already knew exactly who she was.
"How do you know that name?" she responded coolly.
"I know a lot about you," Keanu said. He was looking at her with intense puppy dog eyes, like Neo hoping for mid-day sex. "I know your heart. I know your light. I know your soul. I know your spirit. I know your eyes. I know how you smell. God."
Trinity cleared her head with a quick shake and decided to ignore the parts of his blabbering that didn't make any sense. "Have you been searching for me?" she asked. Then she lowered her voice and leaned in close to his ear. “Are you trying to find out about The Matrix?”
“The Matrix is a cinematic treasure,” he whispered back. “But why are we whispering? My ears are perfect.”
Getting up close to Keanu like this, Trinity realized that more than his ears were perfect. His jawline was just begging for her to bite it.
“Is there somewhere more private we could talk?” she asked. “This was supposed to be a high-end restaurant but the lighting is weird and everyone here is dressed like they're homeless.”
“Let us away to my hotel,” Keanu said.
“I don’t suppose you could fly us there?” Trinity couldn’t help but ask, as the similarities between this guy’s appearance and Neo’s became more and more apparent.
"I'm not Superman," Keanu replied. "But I have already called us an Uber.”
Keanu kept trying to make small talk in the Uber. She got a little panicky when he pointed out a restaurant and said it had “really good noodles,” but a quick glance assured her that it was not the exact same place Neo had pointed out to her months earlier.
The elevator ride to his hotel suite was intense. As soon as the elevator doors closed, they turned to each other and locked eyes, as if drawn by magnets. The urge to grab him by the neck and stick her tongue down his throat was strong, but Trinity managed to resist through sheer will and several deliberate glances at the elderly elevator attendant.
"I'm feeling an energy from you, like you want to fight me," Keanu said, as soon as they stepped into his suite.
Trinity looked back at him, attempting impassivity. In fact, she had a different f-word in mind, but she was supposed to be here to evaluate Keanu as a Potential.
“Come on, hit me,” he said, adopting a ridiculous defensive posture.
Trinity rolled her eyes. "You want to fight me?" she scoffed. "In five minutes I could tear this whole goddamn building down."
"I never cower in the face of danger," Keanu said. "Come on, stop talking about hitting me and hit me."
Keanu began waving his arms around like some demented parody of a ninja.
This could be a long night. Trinity didn’t even know where to start with this guy. "Do you think you know Kung Fu or something?" she asked.
She tried her best to ignore his theatrics, but then he started bouncing on his heels and thumbing his nose like he was Jackie Fucking Chan.
"Alright, enough is enough," she said and swiftly put him into a headlock.
"You know...the stunt coordinator...for John Wick...never prepared me...for...this," he wheezed, gasping for breath and flailing his arms around in a useless attempt to get free.
Trinity released him suddenly and he fell to the ground. He stared up at her in wonderment, looking completely star-struck.
“You really are Trinity,” Keanu said.
“Yes, I really am Trinity,” she agreed. “Now why don’t you get up so we can have a serious chat. I don’t have a lot of time for this shit.”
“Okay. Let’s have a serious chat,” he said, rising from the ground and adopting a facial expression so devoid of emotion it could rival an agent’s. “Truth or dare."
“What?” she asked.
“Truth or dare?” Keanu said again.
When a full minute passed without Trinity responding, he continued. “I’ll start. Truth. You want me to sweep you into my arms, carry you to the bedroom and make sweet, tender love to you until the sun rises."
Woah. Now Keanu was starting to talk like Neo. His offer was not without its charms, but she certainly didn’t have all night.
"Dare," Trinity countered. "Take me to your bedroom and try to fuck me senseless. You have just under 40 minutes."
"Sexual congress is a sacred ritual. It is the striving of two souls to become one through two bodies," Keanu answered.
Trinity looked at him in puzzlement. Was that a yes or a no?
"The bedroom is through that door," he clarified.
As soon as Keanu started kissing her, Trinity knew that she was definitely not making a mistake. Kissing him was like kissing a version of Neo who'd had 10 or 20 extra years to work on his tongue skills. After only a few minutes of making out, Trinity feared that she’d already soaked through her pants in the Real World.
She pushed him off when she felt him giving a bit too much attention to a particular spot on her neck. “Easy there,” she said. “Nobody needs a hickey.”
She stepped back and looked him up and down. Trinity was dying to know exactly how much alike Neo and Keanu were, not to mention what other special skills Keanu might have.
“Why don’t you show me what’s under that custom Tom Ford suit?” she suggested, batting her eyes and biting her lip.
Keanu began removing his clothing, one item at a time, folding each item and arranging the clothing neatly and neurotically on a chair. Trinity looked around the room as he did so.
"Do you have any fun toys around here?" she wondered. For all the prowess Zion’s engineering minds had, their inability to master a decent sex toy was downright shameful.
"Oh, yeah, there's an excellent Johnny Silverhand action figure on the shelf just over there," Keanu said.
Trinity sighed. "That's not the type of toy I...nevermind." This was either going to be mind-blowing or tedious, but as he continued to strip off his clothes, she decided it was worth playing the odds.
"Nice ass," she noted, succinctly.
"Thank you," Keanu replied. "I believe in worshipping my body daily through a rigorous routine of free weights, mixed martial arts, and Pilates. And I never miss ass day at the gym. Marcus, my personal trainer, would not tolerate it. And if he did tolerate it, I would have to kill him."
"Nice and nicer," she observed with an appreciative nod as he turned around. This guy did look just like Neo, but Neo would have to start doing Pilates, she assessed.
She began walking towards Keanu with purpose but froze on the spot when she noticed a giant poster of a woman behind him. A woman who looked a hell of a lot like her, but her face was cut off just above the mouth, so it was hard to tell for sure.
Keanu's eyes followed hers. "I see you appreciate my taste in fine art," he said. "This is my favourite poster. I just like to look at it. You see, I love Trinity. And I love Carrie Anne. It's all I ever say."
"Trinity?" Trinity exclaimed. "How can that be me? I've never even seen that outfit before."
But the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. The leather outfit was like an oil slick. A hot, sexy, slippery oil slick. Unconsciously, Trinity's hand drifted up to her breast, where her finger started to brush back and forth against her nipple.
She hadn't changed up her RSI look in some time. Maybe…
"It is you. It's Trinity and it's Carrie Anne and I love Trinity," Keanu said.
"Okay, you sexy bastard, you're a good kisser and I hope we're going to have a good time on that California King, but we just met, so you can't possibly be in love with me," Trinity laid it out as plainly as she could.
Although… "If that’s Carrie Anne and you think she'd like to join us…"
"I'm afraid you misunderstand the nature of your reality," Keanu said.
"I misunderstand the…” Goddammit, Trinity thought. “That's rich, coming from you, Coppertop."
"I am rich," Keanu replied, sounding thoughtful. “I fund a community centre in Guam from my Knock, Knock residuals alone. But what's a Coppertop?"
Trinity would have been halfway to the nearest exit if she didn’t happen to be standing before the picture of masculine perfection, right down to the ideal cock. "Are we going to fuck or what?" she asked.
"By all means, I was only waiting for you to remove your clothing. Do you require assistance?" Keanu asked politely.
Trinity looked down at her RSI. She had forgotten about that detail. She was so used to Neo just snapping his fingers to get her naked anytime they wanted to get it on in the Matrix.
For several minutes, she and Keanu struggled to find and undo fastenings and pull off tight leather. By the time all her clothes were off, they were already flustered and flushed from exertion. Trinity hoped he would be awestruck by her beauty, but unfortunately he kept talking.
"You are like a sculpture crafted to define the word beauty. An ice sculpture with icy blue eyes,” he said. Oh God, the manic ninja was gone and he'd been replaced by a chick flick hero. “Your beauty shines so bright, it's like staring into a solar eclipse without sunglasses.”
He really needed to shut up. “What would you say to me sitting on your face?” Trinity asked.
“I'd say that would be the perfect amuse bouche."
Twenty minutes later, Trinity had no way of knowing if his “bouche” was amused, but her pussy was certainly pleased. Definitely more years’ experience with that tongue, she decided. She was lost in thought, mentally reviewing his techniques so she could give some pointers to Neo, when Keanu proposed that they move on to the “main course.”
She was taken aback when he asked her to get on the floor and assume Adho Mukha Svanasana. “As in yoga?” she asked. “As in Downward Facing Dog?”
Keanu merely gestured gallantly for her to be the first to disembark the bed.
What the hell, she decided. If he was half as good with his cock as he was with his tongue, it would be worth it. When she had her hands on the ground and her ass in the air, Keanu came over and started making adjustments.
“Stunning,” he said. “Now I’ll place my left leg here and my right over…there.” Oh, that was interesting.
“And now if you could just tilt your hips slightly like so… And I’ll put this hand here…and you can put this hand there… And then I’ll put my cock…”
“Oh, Keanu!” were Trinity’s last coherent words for the next half hour.
Trinity was still dazed from the aftershocks of “dessert” when Link removed the jack from her brain and she opened her eyes aboard The Neb.
She eyed him, trying to gauge how much he’d seen. “I’m sorry that took longer than planned,” Trinity said carefully. “Any trouble while I was away?”
“Nope, no trouble, no sentinels,” Link said, looking away. “Neo was wondering when you were finally going to jack out.”
Trinity shot him an icy glare. “But I won’t tell him anything,” he added quickly, looking nervous.
Foolish boy, Trinity thought, sitting up and walking out of The Core without another word. No one was going to have to tell Neo anything. She was about to show him what she'd just learned. Especially that stuff with the thumbs….