Tris has no idea what possessed her to do it. Curiosity maybe? Her fingers softly moved around the nub of her clit. She inhaled sharply. Too hot, she threw her blanket off of her. The cold air of the dark bunk room felt so good on her hot skin. She pushed her pants down further giving her better access. She let out a groan, biting her lip trying to stay quiet. There was nobody else in the room, everyone was at dinner, but she still feared someone might hear. She pulled her shirt up with her bra and grasped her breast with her free hand. She felt so wet, she slid a finger inside of herself, gasping at the pleasure she felt. She moved the finger in and out of herself, feeling a rising heat in the pit of her stomach. "Oh god-" She moaned loudly, unable to control it anymore. Suddenly the light flipped on, she sat bolt upright and saw Peter Hayes in the doorway. "Oh my god-" She mumbled. Peter stared at her, Tris felt her face grow burning hot. Suddenly a wide smirk spread across Peters face. Tris quickly pulled her pants up and her shirt down. "I thought I heard something!" Peter walked inside and slammed the door behind him. "I really can't believe this, the stiff touching herself. This is too good." He chuckled wickedly. Tris put her hands over her face. "Shut UP, Hayes!" She yelled muffled into her hands. "I'm seriously in shock! Who could I tell?" Peter rubbed his chin. Tris jumped off the bed and stomped over to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "I swear to god if you tell ANYBODY, I will fucking kill you." She said through her teeth. "Even using that language, you're like a new Stiff!" Peter grinned down at her. His eyes trailed down and she felt him staring at her body, she shoved him backwards. Her face grew red again. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. His eyes narrowed at her. "Stop looking at me like that." She scowled at him. He kept staring at her. Tris shook her head, "Just say you wont tell anyone. Please."
"Maybe if you beg." The corners of Peters mouth twitched up. Tris glared at him. She knew he had her.
"Ugh. Please, Peter, please don't tell anyone." Tris stared at the ground, disgusted by the words that came out of her mouth. Peter smirked.
"Fine, Stiff. It'll be our little secret." Peter left with a wink.
Tris slammed her fists into the punching bag. She had been at it for hours, her body was sore. Her punches still felt weak no matter what she did. A film of sweat had developed over her body and her breathing was heavy. She looked up and saw Peter in front of her, staring at her weirdly. "What do you want?" She kept punching the bag. He suddenly kicked her back leg so it was out further. Tris looked up at him annoyed, he grasped her shoulder and swiveled her so her body was at a different angle. "Try now." He said. Tris felt her punches connecting much better than before. She felt irritated at his help. "What for?" She breathed, stopping her attack on the punching bag. "Didn't you see the board?" Peter stared at her with a smirk. "It's me and you sweetie, and I'd like at least a bit of a challenge." Tris gulped, glancing at the match board, it indeed said Tris and Peter. "Alright, gather round!" Eric's voice filled the room. Peter backed away, looking her up and down before turning around and walking towards the ring. Tris followed him, her body feeling heavy. The other initiates surrounded the ring.
"Alright kids, lets get this started." Eric said loudly. Peter ducked under the ropes and jumped around inside the ring. Tris clumsily crawled inside of the ring as well. Tris took a deep breath, taking in the full size of Peter. He towered over her, but maybe she could beat him in speed. She got in a defensive stance. "Begin." Eric boomed.
Peter circled Tris, like a vulture to prey. Tris turned in circles, not letting him out of her sight. They danced around the ring for a while. "Stop playing with each other." Eric growled. Peter stormed towards Tris, Tris ducked under his arms and landed a punch to his side. Peter spun around and slammed an elbow into the side of her head, making her ear ring. Tris stumbled backwards. Peter came at her again, jabbing a fist at her face, she threw her arms up and his punch landed on her forearms. Tris used the stance Peter showed her and sunk a punch into his mouth, his lip instantly busting open, blood trickled down his chin. An animal like growl came from his chest and Tris instantly felt fear, he came at her quickly landing one punch to her jaw, the next to her ear again. Tris felt her vision turn, she lost her balance and fell to the mat. Peter sprang on top of her, before he could land a punch she reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him down and flipping herself on top of him, she sunk a punch into his jaw. She heard that growl again, and the next thing she knew he was on top of her, she felt a white hot pain in her nose and everything went black.
She felt hot between her legs, a hand moved it's way up her thigh, sending shivers down her spine and a tinging feeling in the pit of her stomach. She looked up and saw almond eyes narrowed, Peter. He dipped down and she felt his mouth on hers, his hand reached her opening, he moved in soft circles, driving her crazy. She groaned into his mouth and his tongue pushed roughly against her own. He slipped a finger inside of her. She moved her mouth away, gasping at the tingling feeling . "Peter!-" She moaned loudly.
She sat up quickly, hearing laughing voices. It was a dream, she tried to calm her breathing down. She glanced over and saw Drew, Peter and Molly. Drew and Molly laughed hard, "Oh-Peter!" They mocked. "You were moaning in your sleep, Stiff!" Drew clutched his sides. Tris felt her face grow hot. She glanced at Peter, his face was completely red, his lips parted slightly. This made Tris blush harder. She got up and tried to storm out of the bunk room, but found herself limping in pain instead.
Tris stayed out of the room until she was sure everyone was asleep. She limped into the bathroom and started a shower, she stripped off her clothes and felt her pain melt under the cool water. She heard the door open and she turned around to see Peter. "Peter!" She gasped, springing out from under the shower and grabbing a towel to cover herself. Peter shut the door behind himself. "Get. Out." Tris spat. "Hey, it's nothing I haven't seen before! But, I need to talk to you." He retorted quickly. Tris glared at him, she noticed his cut lip and bruised jaw. She thought she might look worse. "I don't want to talk to you!" Tris exclaimed. Peter crossed his arms. "Ok, fine, so just tell me what that was all about-"
"That would count as talking to you. Which I don't want to do." Tris blushed.
"C'mon Stiff, I'm just confused, shed some light on this situation."
Tris sighed. Her arms tightened around the towel. "I don't know, I don't control my dreams. Maybe it's some pent up hate for you just coming out in a weird way. I'm just as confused as you are." Tris stared at the ground.
"Hate, huh-" Peter mumbled. Tris looked up at him, a wide smirk spread across his face. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on the areas covered by the towel. "Maybe you should let me help you get some of that 'hate' out." Tris's Jaw dropped.
"Get. OUT." Tris yelled. Peter strided towards her, she backed up quickly her back hitting the concrete wall. He stopped a few inches from her. Tris instinctively reached up and slapped him hard, right where the bruise on his jaw was placed. Peters head shot to the side, he reached up and rubbed his chin. He smiled a crooked smile at her, chuckling quietly. He turned around, walking towards the door. "You'll have to admit it sometime!" He chimed on his way out.
In the dining hall Tris scarfed down her food. She was both physically and mentally exhausted, every time she moved a muscle she cringed. She heard it clearly though, the word's "That Stiff-" Tris scanned the room, her eyes landed on Drew, Molly and Peter sitting at the end of a table. She had enough. She slammed a fist on the table, the entire cafeteria grew silent. "What's that?" She glared in the groups direction. Peter met her gaze, confused. Then a smirk spread across his face. "Just talking about your recent naps, Stiff." Peter said lightly. Tris felt rage growing inside of her, her mind clouded rational decisions. She stood up, and stormed over to the group. Peter stood up as well. "How about you stop fucking talking about me, you pathetic piece of trash. You won't ever be Dauntless, you aren't brave, you're just a bully who can't succeed with anything without stomping on other peoples heads!" Her voice grew louder with every word. Peter looked shocked, Tris felt satisfied. "What did you say to me?" His face twisted to match his furiosity. He took a step closer to Tris. Tris felt fear, she pushed it out of her head and stood up taller, looking him straight in the eyes. "Are you deaf or stupid?" Tris shot back. "I think you're the stupid one, are you forgetting our little secret." Peter spoke quietly. "Or, should I tell everyone!" His voice boomed, he looked around the cafeteria. Tris reacted quickly, slamming her fist into his chin. Peter stumbled backwards, quickly catching himself. Tris lunged at him, swinging her leg at his side. Her whole body ached and the kick wasn't nearly as powerful as she meant it to be. He caught her leg and reached forward, grabbing her by her ponytail. He swung her around and slammed her into the wall. He moved his face inches next to hers and stared her dead in the eyes. Tris panted hard and looked off to the side. "LOOK at me." Peter demanded. Tris felt fear, her heart pounded in her chest. "I said look at me." He said in a low growl. She slowly looked up and met his eyes. They looked hungry, terrifying. The musky soap smell of Peter clouded her mind. Tris felt something strange in the pit of her stomach and gulped. "Do not cross me, this is what will happen, every time." A smirk spread across Peters face. Eric grabbed Peters shoulders and jerked him away. Peter's laugh boomed through out the cafeteria. Tris sprinted away.
She ran as fast as she could until collapsing in a hallway. Her whole body felt hot, she shook her head. She felt an odd tingle between her legs. What the hell was that? Did she actually get turned on from what just happened? No way, she shook her head hard.
The initiates gathered around the target range, a display of knives before them. "Alright kids, target practice." Eric yelled. Everyone picked up a knife and began throwing them at the targets. Tris missed one. The next stuck in the board, not even hitting the target. She heard a snicker, and saw Peter throwing knives a few feet away. "Fucking awful." He mumbled. Tris scowled, throwing another knife that missed. "Shut up, Hayes." Tris mumbled back. Peter stopped throwing and stared at her. Tris tried to ignore him, throwing another knife, this one hitting the edge of the target. Tris felt his stare. "What do you want?" She snapped, turning to face him. He twirled a knife in his hand. She glared at him. He licked his lips, then nibbled on his bottom lip. She raised an eyebrow. "Watch your back, stiff." He winked at her. "Ugh!" Tris turned away and felt her face growing hot. Peters knife hit the center of the target.
Tris laid in her bunk, the other initiates sleeping around her. She felt that tingle between her legs again. She suddenly had a strange thought of Peter being close to her, his musky scent. She shook her head hard and threw her blanket off of her, springing out of bed. She walked out of the bunk area and into the cool air of the chasm. She crossed the bridge and stopped at the mouth of the cave at the other end, she heard footsteps. She whipped around and of course saw Peter. He was walking towards her rapidly. "What do you want?" Tris said loudly. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He was getting closer. Tris felt scared, he got even closer. "What are you-" Tris started, he got within a foot of her, she turned around and started to run. His strong arms wrapped around her, his hand clapped over her mouth. She felt her feet lift off the ground. She kicked and screamed a muffled scream. Her heart pounded, adrenaline rushed in her ears. Peter roughly grabbed her by her hair and she suddenly was bent over the safety railing of the chasm, she looked at the rushing water below. She felt Peters groin push against her ass. "Did you really think I'd let you get away with saying that to me?" He yelled over the rushing water. Tris yelled, it was drowned out by the sound of the water. He jerked her head upwards by her hair, putting his mouth next to her ear. "Take back what you said." He said. His hot breath on her ear made her mind cloud, her whole body developing goosebumps. She couldn't speak. He shook her a little, "I said take it back, STIFF." He hissed.
"Fuck you!" Tris shouted. His grip tightened on her hair and he chuckled. Tris felt a strange sensation in her stomach. She felt a tingle between her legs. She was suddenly very aware of him being pushed against her. Her knees felt weak. "You're not very smart are-" Peter's sentence cut off, Tris suddenly felt herself grinding her ass against him. "Woah-" His grip on her hair loosened. What the hell was she doing? Her mind yelled at her, but it felt so good. She turned around, leaning against the chasm rail. She grabbed the collar of Peters shirt and roughly jerked him forward. She stood on her toes, her face close enough to his to feel his breathing. He stared at her, a completely shocked look on his face. She moved her face closer to his but stopped, her lips centimeters from his. She smirked at him, and winked. She shoved him backwards roughly and darted out from under his arms, running across the bridge. Peter touched his lips, still feeling her breath on them.
Peters POV
Something was weird, something was very weird. It genuinely started off with the pure intent to tease the Stiff. Nothing more. When he saw her that night, he was absolutely shocked. She was breathing heavy, her mouth in a perfect O. She was gripping her breast so hard, her fingers were moving so fast, it was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Of course the feeling was fleeting, the second her clothes were back on and that angry look was on her face it was back to the same old feelings he had for the Stiff. It was just too fun to mess with her though. But after that, there was something about the teasing, he viewed her differently, a real girl with really real needs. Then when he heard her moaning his name in her sleep, that was it, he was dead confused. Holy shit that was hot, he pictured himself making her moan like that. That was enough to make him blush. Then she said that shit in the cafeteria, that pissed him right off. But the way she looked at him after he slammed her into the wall, that was something. Her eyes were pure desire. He could tell, he could definitely tell. But, she hated him, right? She knew he hated her, right? He did hate her, he knew that, but the way she reacts to the things he does, there's something more than hate. Something raw. It made him nibble on his lip. He couldn't stop thinking about her naked. Shes so fucking annoying though, Jesus. There she is again, he watched her standing over by Christina. He couldn't listen to whatever Eric was trying to talk to everyone about. Suddenly her eyes met his. She immediately looked down. Peter smiled, he loved that she was scared of him. She breathed in heavy and looked back up at him. He raised an eyebrow at her. She brought a thumb up to her lips. Fuck, those lips. She bit it softly. Peter shuddered and looked away. Damn, she definitely knew that had an effect on him. He thought back to her grinding her ass against him. Woah, he had to stop thinking about that if he didn't want a hard-on in the middle of the training room. He gulped hard and thought about Molly, that cleared up any lust he had real fast.
Peter noticed Tris wasn't at dinner. Last time she wasn't at dinner turned out to be an event, so he figured he'd scarf down his meal and slip out of the room unnoticed. He stopped at the door to the bunk rooms, silence. He was somehow disappointed until he opened the door and saw Tris in her bra, ripping the tag off of a shirt. Her face grew red and she held the shirt in front of her chest. "Will you learn to KNOCK?" Tris yelled at him. Peter smirked. "They're co-ed bunks, you'd think a stiff like yourself would be more careful." He shrugged. Tris looked uncomfortable, she turned her back to him and slipped the shirt over her head. "I wasn't complaining." He stared at the back of her head, his gaze slipping down to her ass. She'd filled out quite nicely since she got here. She turned around with an angry look on her face. "Screw you." She mumbled.
"You know by your behavior yesterday I might think you really want to."
Tris's eyes widened, her face growing red again. She crossed her arm and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "T-that wasn't-" She gulped. Peter deeply enjoyed watching her squirm. She looked up at him, her eyes daggers. "Fuck you. What were you even doing, trying to kill me?" She uncrossed her arms and balled her hands into fists at her sides. "I was trying to put you in your place, which really didn't seem to work." Peter stared her down.
She met his stare with equal intensity to her own. She took a step towards him, he raised an eyebrow. She took another. Peter's heart started to pound, expecting her to attack him. She shoved him backwards, hard. A weird amount of strength that he'd never experienced from her. She stood as tall as she could. "Listen, I despise you. I literally hate you. I don't know what it is that you're doing to make me-I don't know-FEEL like this-but stop it. I don't want anything to do with you." She looked Peter dead in the eyes, and for a moment he could swear she glanced at his lips, but she left the room too quickly for him to tell. Peter tried to make sense of what she'd just said. Where did that tough demeanor come from? It was like that time in the cafeteria, pure hate. It almost made him angry then he thought, what does she mean 'what it is you're doing to make me feel like this'. Feel like what? What does she MEAN? It drove him crazy for a long time. Stupid fucking Stiff, he knew she wanted him. Maybe he just had to force it out of her.
