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Digits Dream

By: Claire Thixton/DarkVoltoriz

Note from Disclaimer:

This story was based off a truly real love I have for my best friend & closet companion, Peter Lewis. In the year and a half that I've known him, he has been a constant inspiration, and a reminder to me, always, of how lucky I really am. He taugtaught me through good times and bad, there will always be us, and our love for each other to keep our sanity. That is of course, if we haven't already 'gone off the edge' already.

I don't know what I would do without his constant support in everything I do in life, his unbelievable loving guidance through the troubled timehavehave been faced with, when he was around, and the heartwarming laughter he brings into my life, each and every day I'm around him. He's truly one of a kind.

I love him than most living people on this Earth, and I dedicate this piece of writing to him, in honor of his happiness he has brought into both of our lives. It really means a lot to me.

I love you, Monkey.

Yours truly,

Sugarbob

PS: You taught me to say what I feel? Well, here it is....
"Fingido Amor"

( Make-Believe Love )

Digits Dream - Part I

By: Claire Thixton

DarkVoltoriz

His left hand touched my left, and as I turned swiftly, to evade his right - which lay below my chest - his fingers met my right hand, briskly. We were connected in every way, and it was as if our minds connected together, and we were able to tell what the other was thinking almost precisely.

"Try harder...," he whispered, his face near mine as he moved quickly downward, turning so that his hand was to meet my side, and I turned with him, dropping lower and moving a leg outward to trip him. He tripped slowly, falling gracefully to the floor, with a thump. I squatted down quickly, my hands met the floor beside his sides, my face inches from his - smiling lightly. "I believe that is what you call a victorious finish...". He looked up to me, haven not taken his eyes from mine since the second we had began training.

"Morpheus will be worried if we don't head back soon, James..," I whispered, looking down at him, my fingers tied like knots to the floor - refusing to move. It was funny how I had called him that, and he never seemed to argue with me about it - even though he had gotten on Neo and Link's case the moment they both started saying anything other than Bullseye. He looked as though he was just as ill-willed to move himself, brushing pieces of my hair that had fallen into his face, back behind my ears, lightly smiling.

I don't understand it sometimes, I suppose. Ever since I was little, I had always fantasized what it would be like. Falling in love. And even for a period of time, I thought I was in love with Tank. Then, when I finally realized what love truly was, I was afraid of it, and didn't want it as badly as I had when I was little. Lately, it had scared me even more, because of the feelings I had been getting toward James.

Your not what he needs, Elise.....

I heard the voices in my head, as I looked back to him, shaking the thoughts away and rolling off of him - so I sat next to him instead. He looked startled by this and sat up, looking to me curiously. I couldn't look back however. Those brown eyes got to me so badly, it made me ache.

"What's troubling you, Digit?", he whispered, a hand sliding under my chin - to lift it - so I was looking towards him again. I shook him away sadly, as my eyes drifted off to the floor again, my words easily read by the look on my face. "Your sca--".

"Bullseye", the projected, deep voice of Morpheus stung hard.

He stopped everything. It was if his mind controlled his heart - and his mind told his heart to stop caring the moment he heard his name called in such a manner. I became nothing more than the wind, as he stood up. He was a soldier after all. Duties to serve at will. No time for pettied little games with love. No time for me. But then again, wasting time daydreaming about love he didn't even know about, was useless - what was the point of wishing for him, when he didn't even know..?

"Stop fooling around in there. We've got business to attend to...," his voice echoed the walls of the training simulation. In seconds, green codes flashed through my eyes, and I was back - in the chair, where this had all started.

Bullseye had already disappeared with Neo and Morpheus, and I was left staring at Link from behind. He was chuckling from the way it sounded, and I scowled - arms crossing over my chest. "What's so funny, Link?", I managed to ask, in a 'more-or-less' calm tone of voice.

Links voice was monotone, compared to its normal energetic 'perk', "You were going to... Weren't you?". I chose to ignore the question, simply staring at the wall in awkward silence. Link grew hesitant, but concluded his own response to the question, and continued typing away at the computer, effortlessly.

It was driving away the edges of my sanity like slow cocaine. "Your just being paranoid, Elise," I mumbled. Link looked up again from his work, instantly drawing conclusions. "What did you say?", he wondered aloud, spinning in his chair.

I paused as I stood up, dark brownish red curly hair getting the best of me. "Never mind, Tank...," I smiled a forced, pleading smile, edging toward the door. "I'm going to call it a night..." I could still hear the echoing voices of Neo and Morpheus, as I opened the door. "Tell everyone I said goodnight, Link," I murmured and he watched voiceless as I slipped from the room into the frigid openness of the Neb.

"We'll be able to send him in tomorrow, Neo," the voice was easily recognized as Morpheus's. I had never heard such a tone to his voice before. It was like - if a hawk could talk before a hunt, he would sound exactly like Morpheus had sounded at that precise moment. "We'll send him in, an'll'll be the one to destroy her..." I had stopped, in the middle of the hallway, and as suddenly as Morpheus had stopped, I felt the tingle of a stare on the right side of my face. I turned, in awkward surprise, to find Neo and Morpheus both staring, four eyes - on my two, that slowly edged toward the floor. "..I..was only off to bed," I interjected, "But...I guess I wanted to tell you guys goodnight.." The unpleasant looks to their faces faded slowly, as I scooted past them. Neo resorted to associating me with a pat on the back, and once again I left in the presence of an unsettling silence.

I tried to relax. If not for myself, then for him. He'd want me not to worry about him, but I couldn't almost help myself for worrying. He was almost everything I had. My view infront of me, as I walked became fuzzy and I felt the tears dripping down the sides of my face. I began getting angry with myself, not understanding why I had attached myself to him so quickly. He was just..James. Just Bullseye. This crazy kid I had met not but just a year ago, and just befriended him, because he needed someone to care about. My sudden outburst made me frown in disgust at the thought of it. Why did he have to care about me..? Why couldn't he have cared about some other Zion girl.. or someone besides me?.. Why did such a wonderful person have to give his heart to me?.. I'm getting to much of a bother, I thought. I was supposed to help, to be a strong, fearless fighter. All I had managed to do, however, was try to keep myself from falling hopelessly in love with my allies. Did this just make me pointless to have around..?

I slowed down, as to I almost passed up my door, reassuring myself, with a decent amount of sleep, everything would be fine. I stared at the circular lock that latched my room closed tight. I wondered for a second, if it really was the right thing for me to be here or not, but I shrugged it off quickly. Letting my hand slide through the latch, the sensors began to click, as I relaxed my palm. Then slowly, as if by magic, the door crept open.

Much to my surprise the room was already partially lit - apparently someone had decided to camp out in my room for the night. As I strolled in, I noticed Bullseye's unmistakable shadow bellied over on top of my bed, arms over his face, breathing rather loudly.

"Hey," I whispered, rather loudly, sliding the door shut with my back, and hearing it clank shut, and the lock latch back over. I gave myself a second to get used to the darkness as well.

"Hey.", he replied, voice emotionless. He didn't make any effort towards noticing my presence, never-the-less in my own bedroom, and I fidgeted, holding back a slight bit of irritation that throbbed my temples. I had to be calm with him. Being irritated was being ironalonal, and that wouldn't solve anything.

"What's the matter?", I whispered, a little softer. It was hard for me not to run to his side, and comfort him, like I often would do. But I managed to keep my composer. I don't know what I must've done ake ake him move, but finally he was rolling on his side, facing me, his head propped up by his hand. He gave me the same intent stare as earlier, brown eyes met brown eyes and they were bound together - unmoving.

"I've been worried," he managed to admit and I raised a brow - surprised how assertive he had been to my question. He was almost never like that, a 'beat around the bush' and 'crack jokes to lighten the mood' type guy. Not blunt and right to the point. Something in my stomach churned, as I moved closer, sitting on the bed next to him. "Bullseye...", I whispered, reassuringly, "I'm sure everything will be fine tom--".

"I'm afraid I'm going to die, Digit," he blurted out, finishing my sentence. Something deep inside me, at that precise moment gave me control over my fingertips, that brushed lightly over his hand - and for a brief moment I lost control of my thoughts. He continued to stare at me, as I looked back to him. I could get lost in those eyes, I thought, my head in a happier place.

"I'm just some scared kid," he stared at me, as if I had the answers to all his problems. I wanted to help him so badly.." I know, Bullseye. You and me both are...".

I felt his muscles in his hand tense, as he formed a fist under my fingers. "I'm supposed to be brave", he scowled, "I'm supposed to be the fearless warrior Morpheus and Neo--". I cut him off, my lips getting close to his, and a finger lightly touching his, so that he could no longer speak. "I know your brave, Bullseye," I whispered, that odd mysterious smile reaching the corners of my lips and it glazed over my dark brown eyes that stared into him, like he had to me, moments earlier. Supposedly, my first reaction was to hesitate before speaking again, but instead I just spoke what my head and heart told me to, "I...I..love you..", I stammered slightly, but the tone of my voice welded power and meaning. "..I love you, and..I'm going to prove it to you".

I noticed his hand trembled slightly under my own, and his eyes widen a bit, just before I leaned in again to playfully nip him at one corner of his mouth. Then I moved over to the other, my eyes looking up every second or two, to see his reaction. His hands settled onto my hips, still shaking a bit as I took one sensitive earlobe into my mouth and sucked it gently, then clicked it with my tongue. His hips twitched forward against me, and I smiled again.

"Thats it," I murmured against the other ear, letting my warm breath tickle the sensitive skin. He hummed deeply in his throat, and I pressed tightly against him. "I want you to forget everything, Bullseye," I continued moving my lips down his jawbone and onto the soft skin of his neck. "Forget everything except your a man, I'm a woman, and that I love you".

He groaned then, softly, and I felt the vibration against my lips. Slowly, I moved above him, until all of my weight was resting on top of him and all of my body was in contact with his. His wide, dark eyes watched me, but he still said nothing. I leaned forward to hiss him - deeply, ungrily - while I slid one hand down to the hem of his shirt, then under it to massage the soft skin of his stomach. The firm muscles beneath twitched, then relaxed.

I broke the kiss to whisper, "Good, Bullseye - relax," and allowed the free fingers of my other hand to trace one of his flat nipples through the raggad gray cotton shirt. He sucked in a deep gasping breath breath as my knuckles grazed it lightly.

"Digit..."

Maybe it was hearing my name said in such a sacred tone - the way only James and James alone could say it, and it only made me more determined.

And suddenly I was kissing him again, only harder, desperately, and my hands were clutching his face, and I was pressing against him so tightly that the atoms of our clothes must've been mingling.

He kissed me back for a long moment, until abruptly he rolled us both to one side so that I was beneath him. And then he stopped.

"Elise...", he panted, those dark eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "God. What is it?"

I stared up at him for a moment, panicked. I had just told him more of what I felt than any other person I had ever known my whole entire life. "I..just..really need you, James," I stammered.

For the first time that evening he smiled, "I need you too". His callosed palm gently cupped the sides of my face like he had earlier. "And I love you. And I want you. But lets go slowly. There's time".

There's time.

"Okay", I whispered, not knowing what else to say. I was quiet convinced for a brief moment, that I had failed, but as he bent his head towards mine, kissing my chin, I realised what I had intended to do in the first place, was still happening. He was relaxed. He wasn't thinking about tomorrow. He was confident, and in control. And he was tugging at the hem of my shirt.

"Hey. Can I take this off?"

I smiled too, then - a full, brilliant smile in response to his suddenly mischievous grin - and gave my consent by arching my back and raising my arms so he could slide the garment over my head.

" Your beautiful," he whispered, drawing an imaginary line from my collarbone, between my breasts and down to the waistline of my pants. I shivered.

"Now you," I murmured back, and he allowed me to wrestle his shirt over his head. When I fell back onto the covers, he stayed with me and the feeling of his naked skin pressing into mine was exquisite.

"Your so soft," he said, and the wonder of his voice made me pull his head down for a kiss. His lips moved gently against mine until finally his tongue flicked out, teasing first my upper lip, then the bottom. He breathed in my quiet gasp and drew back slightly, only to place delicate, sucking kisses along my collarbone. I let my hand fall back and gave in to the tiny blossoms of fire that pooled beneath my skin wherever his mouth touched.

But just as I was relaxing into his kisses, I felt him shift his weight, so that he was lying on top of me more fully, propped up by his left arm. And then his right index finger was once again tracing a path along my skin, this time in decreasing circles around one of my breasts. Smaller and smaller and smaller..but just as he was about to reach the peak, he switched to the other. Over and over. And over.

Soon my breath was coming in short pants, and the ache was unbearable, "Please, Bullseye!" I gasped, watching through hazy eyes, as he slowly obliged and bent his head. One of my hafounfound his dark hair, and I threaded my fingers through it, only to clench them helplessly as his tongue flicked against one nipple while his fingers lightly pinched the other. A half stifled moan spilled out of my throat, and my back arched at the sensations.

"I love the way you touch me," I managed to stammer, and he stopped long enough to whisper back.

"I've barely started."

All too soon, his lips left my breasts.. and I was about to voice a husky protest, when I realized that they were slowly kissing a path down my stomach. And with that epiphany, the hot coals heat between my legs became nearly unbearable. His hands replaced his mouth, kneading my skin slowly and gently, until his kisses reached my pants.

He unbuckled them and slid them off with much less control than he had removed my shirt. But he spent years sliding my underwear down my legs until finally drawing them over my feet and tossing them onto the cold floor. When his eyes met mine again they were all pupil, and hungry. I loved them. I loved him.

"Yours,too", I whispered harshly, my throat rough. He stripped his pants off hurriedly, never taking his eyes away from mine. And then he picked up where he left off, hands still massaging my breasts, mouth descending slowly below my navel, until he reached my hips. They were already moving slowly, subconsciously, in a futile effort to ease the burning pressure between my legs. He stilled them with his hands, looked up into my heavy eyes again.

" I love you, Digit." And then I was lost, in heat and wetness, pressure and softness, as he made love to me with tongue and fingers and lips. Lightning raged between my eyes, and my head thrashed back and forth on the lumpy pillow out of control.

He held my lower body motionless with his strong arms, teasing me relentlessly, letting me have only what he was willing to give. My breaths came in gasps and then sobs. And deep inside, in the very center of my body, a storm was building and building until nothing could contain it - not me, not this room, not the Neb.

I had just enough strength left to know that I didn't want to be like this.

"Bullseye!", I cried out, voice cracking. "Please..inside.."

He understood me perfectly, of course, and groaned as I reached down with a trembling hand to guide him inside me. "So good," he murmured, "So good." And then he was moving. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed, his forehead pressed against mine. And the storm was now a hurricane, swirling and swirling, so much pressure...

"Close--," I managed to gasp. He shifted his weight, brought one hand to where our bodies touched. Gently, he circled a finger around that most sensitive place, tearing a low moan from my throat. And then suddenly he pressed down, firmly, as his hips thrusted against me... and I was crashing over the edge. Caught up in the glorious ecstasy of the winds, the lighting. I could feel him pouring into me, life, light, and purpose. My body shook frivolously and I cried out without shame. This was real. This was love. Human love, passionate love. Not a programmed imitations, not a sample. He was here with me, above me, beside me, in me and all around me, and in that brief moment of clarity, I realized how strong my love really was for him...

I didn't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, I spooned tightly against Bullseyes chest, the digital clock read 4:50 am. As much as I wanted to let him rest, I knew he had to get up, to prepare. I shifted in his arms, so I could wake him up with a kiss. The softness of his lips always surprised me.

"Bullseye..."
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