A/N – Disclaimer. The characters completely belong to the one and only Veronica Roth. If I had wrote the book Petris would not be an unhopeful ship. FFM in the next scene. Hope you enjoy:D All mistakes are mine and I apologise for them.

I was sat on my bed, staring at the wall. After a day of free time, I was bored. I wanted action. I wanted to zap myself back to last week when Peter was all over me.

I blushed furiously at the thought of Peter touching me, and seeing me like no one has before. And I tried to forget about it, truly. I reminded myself every day that he hated me, that I could never be with him and it's not like he wanted to be with me either. I looked in the mirror and convinced myself I was a nobody from Abnegation. It was all Peter ever thought of me, and that one scene we shared together would be our last.

But I couldn't help but let my mind wonder.

I saw him get changed every morning. He had been waking up earlier and hitting the track, so he always came in just as I was dressing shirtless and sweaty and I could help my dirty thoughts. I tried to not imagine him pinning me against the wall, allowing me to run my hands over his sculpted chest and in his hair and over his…

The door slammed. I jumped a little, still unused to sharing a room with other people. To my surprise, it was Peter. He had obviously used the free day to build his muscle in the gym. I could see the sweat pooling in the dimples created by his collarbones.

He saw me sat there alone, and glanced around as thought checking no one was near by. "Thinking of me, Tris?" he teased, and the blood rushed up to my face.

He laughed. "You were, weren't you?"

He sauntered over to me, and my breath hitched in my throat. Don'tlookathimdon'tlookathimdon't-.

I looked at him.

He leaned down and brushed the side of my face with his massive hand, and then pulled my up so I was between him and the back of my bed.

He leaned into my neck and breathed "Penny for your thoughts."

I shook my head.

His hand trailed up my exposed thigh, and I was so happy I decided to wear a dress wary that someone would walk in at any moment. "Is there anything to jog your memory?"

"Peter, what are you doing?" I demanded.

Please don't stop."

He smiled. "Would you like me to stop?" He asked, squeezing his hand.

I shook my head again, and that was all the incentive he needed.

He threw my down on my bed and quickly removed my shoes. My chest was heaving as I watched him kiss each toe, almost endearingly, and I thought how out of character that was until he bit down on each of them, hard. I gasped a little, surprised at myself that I could possibly enjoy someone nibbling on my feet.

He took off his shirt, and then slowly rid me of my dress. I just wanted him on me, in me, all around me. I wanted to lose myself like I had never lost myself before. I wanted this moment to never end.

"Stop overthinking and suck me off," he demanded.

And the moment was gone.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

He took off his trousers, and then his boxes, and my eyes widened a little at the size of his penis. I giggled slightly, because they looked weirder in person than in the magazines Christina had insisted I studied.

"I did you last time, and no it's time for you to do me." He gestured towards his penis, which was twitching slightly as he spoke.

"I don't know how," I whispered, chastising myself for being so damn innocent.

At that moment, the door banged open again, and I felt like my heart had stopped. When I saw Christina walked in, I couldn't help but notice Peter and I hadn't moved. I was still in my underwear on my knees on the bed, and Peter was gloriously, completely naked, with a semi and a wicked glint to his eye.

"What, the fuck, is going on here?" Christina asked, and I felt such relief when she smiled a little bit.

She moved over to the bed and knelt beside me, the smirk still playing at her plump lips.

"Tris is supposed to suck me off but she doesn't know how," Peter said simply, and Christina started laughing her head off.

She turned to me. "You do it like this."

She suddenly leaned forward and grasped Peter's penis in her right hand, and placed her lips to the tip, sliding her tongue over it and then taking it all in her mouth. I guess I should've felt threatened that she was stealing my moment, but I felt so turned on that my protests died on my lips.

Peter's head was thrown back in pleasure, and Christina's head was bobbing up and down. I wanted nothing more than to get involved, to be having as much fun as they were. I didn't know what to do, I needed guidance.

As though hearing my thoughts, Christina slid a hand down my mostly naked body, landing at my soaked underwear. Peter noticed, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Take them off," he suggested, so I did and Christina didn't even stop what she was doing to Peter as she slid a long, chocolate finger up and down my folds. I panted, thrusting upwards and challenging her to do more.

She moved away from Peter and poised herself over my vagina. She mischievously stuck out her tongue and licked up my juices. I groaned in desire. I saw Peter move behind Christina, his penis now rock hard and standing up as though wanting an ovation. I would be prepared to get on my knees and pray for it.

Christina rocked slightly as Peter slammed into her from behind, and she moaned. I felt the vibration from it run all the way through my body, lighting every nerve on fire. Peter kept on thumping into her, and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the empty room. I was so close to the edge, even though I didn't know what the edge even felt like. Peter was grunting loudly, and with that and Christina's moaning I spiralled down the rabbit hole, never knowing when I was going to emerge again.