N/A: I love you guys! Thank you very much for the support :)
You know that I know very little English, i helped me with a translator. Any construction error, let me know.
I was always curious about the old friendship of Andrew and Jeanine, maybe i do something with that (Maybe).
Ashlynn remade this listening "Turning Page" by Sleeping At Last ;)
Sometimes, Jeanine has to wear a turtleneck sweater.
Jeanine mentally cursed Tris for the bruise on her neck that resulted in her to wearing a turtleneck sweater. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and began to fan herself with a file. Then she felt like she being watched and dropped the file back on the table. There were few things worse than being the subject of everyone's attention while she was trying to hide her frustration. Jeanine was almost sure Marcus Eaton had caught a glimpse of the dark purple spot earlier in the day and she really did not want to have to face any questions. She just want to end the meeting, before someone more see the purple spot on her neck. Someone like Max, Johanna or that idiot Andrew. Especially that idiot Andrew.
The meeting continued and Jeanine's mind wandered unable to focus on the topic of discussion. She found herself softly rubbing her neck and shoulders while images of the previous night flooded her mind and she remembered making love with Tris all though the night. She remembered hot passionate kisses and sweat-slicked bodies, she remembered Tris biting at her pulse point before she plummeted over the edge again and again. Her beauty, adorable, smart, strong, and brave Tris. Tris, who seems too funny to let a black, huge, and fucking hickey on her neck the day before a meeting. Someone dropped a file and Jeanine was snapped back to reality. She glanced at the clock and realized nearly half an hour had gone by. The meeting was coming to a close and Jeanine was anxious for it to be over, to be out of the curious gaze of her colleagues.
Jeanine moved to gather her paperwork together as Johanna finished her update on the monthly water consumption of the faction. As Jeanine stood up from the table a paper slipped from her folder and she bent down to retrieve it. The person to her left let out a small gasp, and Jeanine moved to quickly pick up the paper to place it back in the folder. Jeanine knew she had been caught; she inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to keep her composure and left the room. Andrew Prior had seen the bruise Jeanine had tried so desperately to hide. He sat with wide eyes staring up at the door.
By the time Jeanine reached the main Erudite building, her face was flushed and she could hear her heart beat in her ears. Jeanine entered the apartment and quickly made her way to the restroom. She stood at the vanity and pulled off the heavy sweater before splashing herself with the cool water. Instantly relief washed over Jeanine as she cooled off and braced herself against the countertop. After a moment of standing there and attempting to relax she looked up to see herself in the mirror. Her hair was in disarray, her makeup was running, but she did not even notice because her eyes were instantly drawn to the bruise on her neck. Jeanine shook her head as her lips turned up into a small smile. She turned off the water and reached into the medicine cabinet to find ointment to help heal the bruise. She let out a frustrated growl when she did not find it.
"Jeanine are you in there?" Tris asked from outside the bathroom door.
"Yes, I'll be out in a moment" Jeanine said with an annoyed tone.
Tris stepped into the bathroom to find Jeanine shirtless and rummaging through the medicine cabinet. "Are you okay?"
Jeanine huffed and spun on her heels to face Tris "Your hickey prevented me from thinking too much today."
Tris paused as her eyes took in the sight of Jeanine's body, tracing up her perfectly smooth legs, meeting the navy pencil skirt that was hugging tightly to her hips where her right hand was planted. A lump built in Tris' throat as her eyes continued upward over Jeanine's toned stomach to the nude bra holding her bust, then to her strong shoulders and long neck before meeting her lover's intense deep silvery eyes. Heat washed through Tris' body and a knot began to form at the base of her spine. Tris swallowed hard, "h-hickey?" she asked.
Jeanine tilted her head and pointed to the bruise on the left side of her neck.
"That should go away before too long" Tris said as she moved closer to Jeanine, her fingertips reaching up to brush against the dark purple circle.
"Before too long?" Jeanine spat back. "I swear Beatrice, if someone brings it up, you will be solely responsible and-"
Tris quickly pressed her lips firmly to Jeanine's, effectively silencing the beautiful woman in front of her. Jeanine remained apprehensive for a moment, but she slowly released her tension, let her hands rest on Tris' hips and gave into the kiss.
Tris pulled back to search her eyes when she felt Jeanine relax. Tris lightly ran her fingers up Jeanine's arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to hold her lover's face in her hands. Jeanine shuddered under Tris' gentle touch and the intensity pouring out from blue eyes. Tris let her thumbs stroke gently across Jeanine's cheeks. Jeanine let out a sigh and closed her eyes reveling in how good it felt when Tris touched her so gently.
Tris let her left hand slide down her lover's body unit it rested on her hip. Then she leaned over to place soft kisses on top of Jeanine's left shoulder slowly moving closer and closer to the tender spot on Jeanine's neck with every kiss.
"I'm not sorry" Tris whispered as she lightly kissed the purple skin of Jeanine's neck.
"Tris" Jeanine breathed as her breath caught in her lungs. Jeanine gave in to the heat that raced through her veins and quickly pulled Tris flush against her body, the feeling of needing to feel Tris everywhere consuming her.
Tris continued kissing up her neck moving to strawberry Jeanine's cheek and jawline with feather light kisses. Their hands and arms moved to embrace each other tightly as their lips met in a passionate heated kisses. The world slowly slipped away as they stood together and melted into each other. Jeanine wondered if she could ever be truly upset with Tris, and a smile spread across her lips as she realized that she couldn't.
Both stood in the bathroom with their foreheads pressed together, fingers entangled, breathing each other in and surrendering to each other.
"Besides, it's not my fault you apparently have a very delicate neck" Tris softly teased after a moment of comfortable silence. "A very delicate neck that I love bite" Tris added as she playfully nipped at Jeanine's nose and softly giggled.
Jeanine laughed and shook her head before raising an eyebrow and taking Tris by surprise.
"Well, let's see how much you enjoy wearing sweaters all the time shall we?" Jeanine asked before she leaned in and marked Tris with a love bite in the very same place as the one on her own body.