So you guys showed a lot of enthusiasm for this mini series, and I decided to upload this sooner. This is the final chapter of the story. Hope you enjoy :)

By now, I can't remember how many drinks I've had. I can tell by my dizziness that it is well over thirteen. They came in various colours; from orange to black to white to transparent like water. I nearly though it was water. But the taste of the beverage told me otherwise. I smile like an idiot, saluting every Dauntless member that walks past the spot I'm sat on. Most of them lift their drinks to greet me. Some shake their head and walk away.

Suddenly, Christina comes running towards me, stopping in front of me to check my face.

"Care to explain all of this?" She asks, grabbing my chin so that she can look properly into my eyes. I'm pretty sure that they're never still.

"I'm at a party!" I yell over the music, punching the air next to her. "Woo!"

"You totally blew us off," She says. "And the worst part is that it was for Peter. I'm sorry; did you mention to me that you were his friend?"

"No," I slur. "That's probably why you're confused." I stand up and the whole room starts spinning, causing me to giggle.

"Tris..."

"Don't worry," I wave her off. "I'm having a good time."

"Is there a problem here?" Peter's voice cuts through me, and I notice Christina standing straighter. She folds her arms as Peter wraps his around my waist. He touched me a lot tonight, so I don't flinch. I got used to it.

"I don't know what game you're playing," Christina spits. "But you better leave her alone."

"No game." Peter shrugs. I press my chin against my chest as he nuzzles his nose into my ear. "Say it to her, Tris."

I shiver against my will and laugh when I feel his finger poking my hip. I jerk away with a squeal. "Chris, I'm fine."

I look up at Peter and see him smiling down at me before realizing that Christina walked away. "You'll find her later."

It's amazing how you can go from hating someone, to absolutely enjoying their company. I should probably apologize to Christina, but I'm scared that once I leave, I won't be able to find Peter.

He pushes me down gently onto my seat and starts playing with the hem of my dress, letting one hand trail up my thigh slightly. His expression changes from amusement to something I don't recognize. His eyes are on his hands.

"It's getting too loud," He says. "Shall we go somewhere else?" He looks down at me and I shrug casually.

"If you want," I smile. "But I need to tell..." I mumble the rest of the sentence, gesturing to my group of friends.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Peter's warm hand reaches the top of my thigh and I push his hand back quickly, blushing. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should've listened to Christina. I begin to feel slightly intimidated.

I look up as Peter takes my hand and stands me up. As expected I lose my balance and let him wrap his arms around me before I stumble off somewhere.

"You're spinning." I say, putting my hands on his shoulders.

"It'll pass." I decide to trust him and let him practically drag me out of the room and into the cold corridors. I shake my head to let the sensation subside, and it works for a second until I look up again.

"Hey!" That sounded like Four. I turn around and smile when I see him. His eyebrows are knitted together. I recognise that look. He does not look happy.

Peter presses me tighter into his side and inevitably my face ends up buried in his chest. I feel Four's enormous hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly. I hear the sound of skin connecting with skin.

"Can you not touch her, please?" Peter growls.

"Tris?" I turn my head to look at him. Absentmindedly I smile, but that seems to make him look worried. "What did you do to her?"

"She's had a couple of drinks," Peter points out. "Let the girl be."

"How much did she drink?" I feel Peter wrap his other arm around me to hold me up easier, and close my eyes.

"A lot," I feel his shoulder shrug. "What's your problem?"

There is a slight pause. Then a deep sigh.

"Right," Four begins. "C'mon Tris, I'm taking you away from here." There is an abrupt jerk to the side when I feel Four put his hands on me.

"What did I say about touching her?"

"Get fucked, Peter." The blood drains from my face.

"Why don't you ask her what she wants?" Peter speaks. I tense up.

"I already know what she wants."

"I said," Peter pauses. "Why don't you ask her?"

"Tris," I look up when Four says my name. "You tired?" I shake my head. I can tell Peter is smirking don at me.

"I think I'll hang out with Peter for a while..." I bite my lip. Four stares at me in what can only be classed as shock. I am shocked myself.

"What?"

Before I can say anything else, I am dragged away further down the corridor. My feet are clumsy and I nearly trip. I take a quick glance over my shoulder but Four is gone. The spot where he stood is empty.

The freezing air hits my bare skin with such force, I press closer to Peter. I realize that we are standing on the roof when we stop.

"Ahh," I shiver. "Can we go inside?"

"Are you cold?" I nod. He takes my hands in his and blows warm air onto them. I smile slightly. "Come on."

He leads me into a small hut on the roof; so small that I have to crouch to get in. I open two wooden doors and slide into the new surroundings. My feet hit the ground and I realize that we are inside again. Only I have never been here before. There is a cabinet by the wall where a dozen bottles stand on the shelf. The liquid inside is red. I turn my head slightly and see that there is a table, a chair and possibly the smallest bed I've ever seen.

When I look back at Peter, I see that he shut the doors we just crawled through and stands smiling in the corner. "Another drink?"

"What is this place?" I ignore his question. Somehow, he takes this as a yes and walks over to the cabinet and pours the liquid from the bottle into two glasses.

"Dunno," He hands me my drink. "I found it recently, but apparently nobody goes here anymore."

The room is so small; I don't have to walk a metre to get to the chair. Peter flicks a switch and the lights come on. It is surprisingly cosy.

We drink in silence for a while. The drink turned out to be really soothing. It didn't taste much like alcohol. I press my legs together to keep more warmth and place my glass on the table when I'm done.

Peter walks over to the bed and sits down, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Come here." He orders. I nod and stumble over to him, sitting down next to him on the bed. "Am I spinning?"

I squint my eyes and look at him before coming to my answer. "No."

"It's working then." He grins and leans back. What's working?

"Huh?" I bite my lip.

"I wanted you to remember this." He shuffles closer to me. "That wasn't alcohol."

I glance at my empty glass and realize that he must have drugged me. So that all of the effect the drinks had on me was now gone.

Oh my god. But why?

Peter leans in and before I know it he is kissing me. I've never kissed anyone before. This is my first kiss; with Peter. I close my eyes and furrow my eyebrows.

My mind is starting to get clearer.

I hear a groan at the back of his throat and start to kiss him back. His hand is pushing my head closer to him. Am I doing this right?

One thing leads to another and he is lying in between my legs. I try to close them self-consciously but he pries them open with his knee. He breaks the kiss and straddles me. I rest my hands on his thighs.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long." He purrs. My eyes scan his body to see his next move and they land on his hands.

"Peter," I try to lift my body up but it's impossible. He's too strong.

My heart skips a beat.

"Shh," His hands are on my cleavage. "Just relax." I notice that he is searching for an entrance when he digs his hands under my back. I hear the zip quick and sharp before my dress starts to feel looser.

I arch my back for him to slide the dress down my shoulders.

"Good girl."

Peter stares at my black bra which is moving up and down due to my rapid breathing. When his fingers come to contact with my skin I gasp. His hand is freezing. Goose bumps pop up against my will and I stare up at him.

His hand slides more confidently over my chest as he lowers his head to kiss a trail his fingerprints left. I close my eyes at the feeling of his hot mouth on me. Something wet moves down my chest and I moan when he nips at my skin. That seems to please him.

I feel his weight shift further down until he is straddling my legs. In one quick motion, he pulls the dress off me over my head and tosses it off the bed. I am left with my underclothes. His two hands travel down my body and stop at my panties, which makes me bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out.

"I want you to play with yourself." Holy cow.

I look up at his wide eyes and chew on my lip. He grabs my wrist and yanks it down to my panties, resting my hand over my own crotch. I feel the wetness through the fabric. I am not sure what to do so I look up at his hungry face until he gets impatient and slams his hand down on the pillow next to my head. "Do it."

"I don't know how." I squeak. The corner of his mouth twitches and soon enough he's grinning.

"It's that hard, is it?" I nod quickly. "Want me to do it for you?"

"Yes, please."

He climbs off me and grips the sides of my panties with his hands before yanking them off roughly. I feel him lifting my legs with one hand so that my thighs press into my stomach. Suddenly, his breath flickers at my thighs, making me squirm. I have no idea what is happening. I just know that I want this; whatever will happen next.

Peter trails kisses down the back of my thighs and stops near my core. The cold atmosphere is forgotten when his burning mouth is pressed against my sex. I cry out in pleasure. I can feel his tongue tracing patterns all over my wetness. He is so good at this.

My hand twitches when his grabs my wrist. I rest both of my skinny legs on one of his shoulders, making his wrap an arm around my thighs as he carries on. I wonder if anybody can hear my moans from the roof. At the same time, I don't care.

When he stops, I lift my head to look at his face. His eyes are glued on my face. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I let my head drop again as I hear him unzip his pants. He is quick about it. I hear the thump of clothes being thrown on the floor. And then his face is near mine, nuzzling into my neck.

All of a sudden, he flips me over carelessly and I groan at the shock. My bra snaps open and I look over my shoulder to see Peter tossing it over his head. His cold hand is on my stomach when he pulls my hips higher into the air. I feel his length rubbing against me in order to lubricate it.

I don't dare to look over my shoulder again. And before I can say anything about me being inexperienced, he pushes his cock into me. A loud groan escapes me as I start to stretch. "Fuck, you're so tight."

I gasp when he starts to move without mercy and squeeze my eyes shut. His forceful thrusts push me into my lying position, but then I am pulled back by the hair so I am on my knees. "Push back." He groans and tightens his grip on my hair.

I do as he says as slowly as possible. If I go too fast, I will hurt myself even more. I hear a groan of frustration behind me and squeal as he slams into me again. "Peter!"

So this is what they call sex.

Soon, we find a rhythm and move together. Him- thrusting into me. Me- pushing back timidly.

The pain subsides when I close my eyes and feel his hands snake up the front of my body, kneading my breasts.

I hear the low thumping of music beneath us. The party is still on.

Peter spanks my behind when I fall down onto the bed, not being able to hold myself up. He slides out of me and flips me over again. I kiss him back when he crushes his lips against mine. Then I feel him inside me again.

I don't manage to continue kissing him so I groan, and throw my head back. I feel the tingling in my breast and deep inside my stomach. My core throbs with each thrust Peter makes. I feel his rough breath on my ear. "Say my name."

"Peter..." I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

He purposely increases the power of his thrusts and I groan against his shoulder, clawing at his back. He hisses in response.

Suddenly, I can't take it anymore. So I relax and let go. My scream fills the tiny room and I hear Peter groan loudly as his cum spills into me. It's safe to say we both enjoyed that.

I am left shaking and gasping for air. It is more difficult to breathe when a guy is collapsed on top of you. I run a hand through his hair and smile slightly when he kisses my collarbone, right over my tattoo.

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