Here's chapter 3! There's some sexual-related stuff in hereeeeee, just to warn ya. ;)
I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations; just my oc's
This is slightly AU, set after Allegiant
This is rated M for strong language and sexual content
Enjoy :)
Tris couldn't open her eyes. Her world was bathed in darkness as her skin was ignited—hot breath pelting her neck as teeth nipped at her flesh.
His hands rubbed down her body as she arched into his touch—soft moans floating off her tongue as he moved inside her. Her thighs quivered as he slammed into her—his throbbing member pulsing between her sensitive folds.
His fingertips pinched her bundle of nerves and she exploded—moans bubbling from her throat as her walls tightened around him.
Her voice was low and breathy—a name boiling on her tongue as she climaxed.
Tris awoke with her fingers gracing her lower lips. She chewed on her lip as she teased herself—her fingertips flicking over her clit.
In one swift motion she plunged inside herself—fingers pumping and rubbing frantically. Her toes curled as her core unraveled—tingles spreading throughout her body.
She moaned softly as she bucked up into her hand—head lulling back and eyelids fluttering closed.
Her breaths were short and shallow as she worked—fingers thrusting in and out, pinching her bundle of nerves.
She was teetering on the edge when his voice called out to her. "Wake up Stiff! Can't sleep in all day!"
She froze mid-stroke—breath hitching and her body spasming as she came down. Heat crawled up her neck as she withdrew her hand—slick with her juices. She huffed—eyes narrowed at her bedroom door. I can't even relax in my own home. She rolled her eyes as she looked at the clock on her nightstand. 11:38. Shit! How long was I asleep for?
Tris scrambled out of bed—grabbing her clothes for the day. She stalked into the hall—eyes landing on Peter.
He was leaning against the couch—a smirk on his lips. She put on a neutral expression and raised her eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders, eyes gleaming. She huffed at him—hip jutting to the side.
"I'm going to hop into the shower," she said as she walked into the bathroom.
She was shutting the door when his voice carried over to her.
"A cold one?"
Her eyes widened as she closed the door—blood coloring her cheeks. He's just being an ass.
The grass tickled her legs as she leaned back on her palms—face basking in the afternoon sun.
"This picnic in the park was a lovely idea," Tris said as she relaxed in the soft wind.
She could feel his eyes on her and she bit down on her lip—trying to fight the blush that started to spread over her neck.
"You look kind of cute when you blush," he mumbled—words fading on the breeze.
Tris' eyes snapped open and she stared at him. "What?"
He shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his lips. "I said, we should get to know one another."
She eyed him a moment before falling all the way back on the ground—arms beneath her head. "We learned about each other last night at dinner."
She heard him scoff before he settled down next to her. She turned towards him—his arms supporting his head as he stared up to the sky, eyes closed.
"We learned basic shit. Favorite colors and food." He looked to her, a wicked gleam in his eye. "You're pretty bland."
She narrowed her eyes. "Asshole."
He let a small chuckle escape his lips. "That came out wrong. I meant, you're kind of a Stiff." She turned her head away—eyes glaring at the blue sky. "I mean, come on. Favorite color? Black." He snorted. "Favorite food? Plain chicken."
Tris sighed—anger sizzling beneath her skin. "Food doesn't have to have a bunch of spices—it ruins the flavor of the chicken."
Peter snorted. "What flavor? Spices give it flavor."
Tris turned her glare on him. "So are you being an ass because I didn't get deep with you? Or because my favorite food and color isn't to your liking?"
He raised his eyebrow at her, lips turned up at the end. "I'm being an ass?"
She huffed. "Yes!" She bolted upright—fingers clenching the grass. "It really shouldn't surprise me." She heard him shuffle beside her—eyes on her. She sighed softly. "Why do you think black is my favorite color?"
"It was a Dauntless color."
She turned to face him. His face always looked so innocent—the sun igniting the highlights in his dark hair. She reached out to him—fingertips barely flitting through his hair. She watched him stiffen as she skimmed his soft locks. "Black isn't just black—it's all of the colors combined." She smiled softly as her fingers pulled on his hair—his eyelids closing. "It's everything—together."
She heard a soft moan escape his lips as she pulled on his hair. Blinking rapidly, she withdrew her hand—heat coloring her cheeks. He opened his eyes slowly—something unreadable flashing through his eyes. "That was kind of deep, Stiff."
He smirked at her and she nudged his shoulder—thankful for his playful attitude.
They sat and ate mostly in silence—the warm breeze washing over them as they relaxed in the grass. Peter was picking at some blades before he tossed it at Tris.
"Hey!" she cried before she grabbed a clump and threw it back.
Grass was flying back and forth between the two as their cries of laughter carried on the wind. Out of breath—Tris flopped down on the grass, panting heavily. Peter fell down next to her—his shoulder bumping into hers.
"You're such an ass," Tris muttered, breathless.
"You're such a Stiff," he responded. Silence took over for a moment before she felt his eyes on her—intense.
"What?"
He chewed on his bottom lip as he considered her—inhaling sharply. "What was it like for you?" Tris felt her heart stutter. "After the war." Her breath hitched in her throat—fists clenching slightly. "Shit, Tris—I didn't—you don't have to—"
No, it's okay, she thought—taking a deep breath. She opened her mouth to speak when her phone went off. She cast a quick glance to Peter before answering it.
"Hey, Chris?" She smiled at how Peter scoffed.
"Tris! Your dress is ready for pick-up! They called to let me know—guess they didn't have your number on file."
"Oh, okay. Thanks! Bye."
"Bye! Don't have too much fun with Peter!"
Tris rolled her eyes as she hung up—blood coloring her ears.
"What did she want?"
"My dress is ready. Mind if we go get it?"
"Let's go," Peter said as he gathered their things in the picnic basket. "Can we stop at your place on the way? I don't feel like carrying this all over town." Tris rolled her eyes as she nodded.
Tris and Peter were sitting in the lobby waiting for the attendant to return with the dress.
"He said he'd be back in a few minutes."
Tris glanced to Peter—his right leg bouncing rapidly. "Yeah?"
Peter grumbled. "It's been like ten."
"It hasn't been that long."
Peter turned to her—eyes narrowed. "I could have tried on twenty suits by now."
Tris scoffed before a small smile slithered across her face. She tilted her head to the side—eyes locked with his. "Why don't you?"
"Why don't I what?"
"Why don't you try on more suits?" He stared at her, eyes wide. "For me?" She puffed out her lower lip in a mock pout.
He raised his eyebrow before smirking broadly. "You want to watch me change?"
She tried to fight the blush that was creeping up her throat. She leaned in closer—eyes holding his gaze. "I want to see your sexy dance."
His face broke out in a grin and they laughed together. She watched his eyes crinkle at the edges—his voice caressing her eardrums.
His face was inches from hers when they caught their breath. She watched his eyes dart to her lips and then back up—his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Tris?" a soft voice called.
Tris stiffened before the girl came into view—glistening red hair and eyes as dark as the night-time sky. Peter looked back and forth between the girls—confusion masking his face as he struck his hand out to her.
The girl tilted her head to the side before grasping his hand—a smile on her lips.
"I'm Peter."
"It's lovely to meet you," she said, her voice like honey. "I'm Hannah Davis." Suddenly an arm was wrapping around her and Tris' body began to shake.
"Hey, Tris," Four said, voice low.
She locked eyes with his—lower lip quivering. Suddenly warmth was filling her. She cast a glance to Peter—his eyes narrowed as he slipped his arm over her shoudlers.
She watched Four's jaw clench as he watched them. Tris leaned into Peter—his scent encasing her. "Hi, Four," she said—chin raised. She glanced to Hannah. "Hannah."
Hannah entwined her fingers with Four's, a sweet smile gracing her lips. "It's so nice to see you, Tris. Did you come here to get a dress for our wedding?"
Tris' hands clenched at the tone of her voice—all happiness and excitement.
"I'm actually just waiting for the attendant to bring it out."
"Oh good! I gave them a list for everyone we invited to the Wedding—our close friends and family—so that whatever they picked out would be paid for."
Tris' eyes narrowed. I am not your family or your friend. "You didn't have to do that."
Hannah tilted her head to side, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "I didn't. My father is technically paying for it all. But of course I did! You deserve to look your best and with everything you've been though—why should you pay?"
Peter's arm tightened as Tris shook with anger. You have no idea what I've been through. "Thanks," she said through gritted teeth.
She watched Four's hand tighten around Hannah's—tension boiling in the air. Then, the attendant stalked out—Tris' dress in tow.
Tris grabbed it and Hannah stalked forward. "Let me see!"
Tris snatched it from her—the girl stumbling a bit, her arms clutching to her stomach. "Oh, I'm sorry—I—"
Four pulled Hannah into his arms—kissing the top of her forehead. Tris felt hot tears prickling under her skin. Hannah turned around to face Tris—a smile on her lips. "It's fine. It's just—with the baby—it's fine."
Tris froze—eyes not blinking. She heard them say their goodbyes and leaving. She felt Peter's strong arms leading her away. She might have even felt the cool chill of the evening air—but Tris couldn't pay much attention to that. She could only focus on how her heart was clenching in her chest—the pressure pushing down, crushing her.
She wasn't tasting the food as she ate—her hand moving mechanically to shovel in the meal before her.
Stab.
Chew.
Swallow.
Stab.
Chew.
Swallow.
Her fingers laced around the glass and she brought it to her lips—the liquid running down her throat, barely skimming her tongue.
She watched his hands take the dishes away—heard the sink turn on as he scrubbed them clean.
Tris was dimly aware of his hands on her shoulders—her vision wobbling as he shook her. She turned to him and tried to see him—she blinked rapidly to clear her vision, but it was no use.
In a huff she stood up, padding to her bedroom.
She heard his footsteps trail behind her as she opened her bedroom door—a dull force dragging her back. His face was inches from hers—eyes bright and eyebrows raised.
She narrowed her eyes as his lips moved—no sound coming through. He shook his head softly—eyes rolling. She was about to turn away when he grabbed her again—pulling her close.
Her eyes were open as she watched his eyelids fall—his warm lips moving against hers. She gasped when the realization hit her—his tongue darting between her parted lips.
She didn't respond at first—her mind scattered as his hands gripped her hips, tongue dancing with hers. With a sigh, she melted into him—eyes closing as their lips worked together.
He tasted sweet and bitter—like wine. She rubbed her hands up his chest—fingers clenching his shirt. She bit his lower lip and he moaned into her mouth. He was leaning in to capture her lips in his again when she slammed on his chest—pushing him away.
He gave her a questioning look and she shook her head softly. "No, Peter. We can't."
He tilted his head to the side—something flashing across his face, too quick for Tris to catch it. "Why not?" His voice was low—far away.
Tris sighed deeply. "It's not real Peter." She waved her hands between the two of them—eyes locked with his. "We—just can't."
He nodded softly—a neutral expression masking his face. "It's just pretend."
She nodded softly before watching him go to the couch—eyes far away, again. She shut the door softly—tears brimming in the back of her throat.
She was tossing and turning in her bed—sleep eluding her. She sighed—thinking about Four and Hannah having a baby.
I'm your family, now. She scoffed—hands clenching in the sheets, jaw rigid to fight the tears from escaping.
Her fingers dusted over her lips—a soft sigh on her tongue. Peter. She couldn't be with him—there was too much between them. He doesn't like me—he was—just in the moment.
She nodded softly to herself. It was just in the heat of the moment.
She chewed on her lower lip as a pressure built up in her lower region. Her mind drifted back to that kiss—Peter's soft lips claiming hers, his tongue twisting in her mouth.
She moaned softly as she trailed her hand down her body—fingers pinching at her hardening buds. She arched her back as she groped her breast—fingers massaging and kneading.
She let one of her hands skim down the rest of her body—fingers ghosting over her heat. She shut her eyes and imagined Peter's tongue dominating hers as she plunged a finger between her sensitive folds.
She pictured his long fingers stroking her—pinching her bundle of nerves. She added another finger—pumping in faster as she thought of his lips on her neck. She turned her face and moaned into her pillow—biting the soft fabric as her toes curled.
Her core unraveled—walls tightening around her fingers. She flicked her clit, thrusting hard as she climaxed—Peter's name bubbling in her throat.
She was breathing heavily as she rode out her bliss. Her mind cleared and she chewed on her lower lip—the image of him pleasuring her in the forefront of her mind. Shit.
Okay, so to keep y'all updated on the timeline, the wedding is gonna be the next chapter. This might end there or go on for another one or two, depending on what I get done in them.
I know the back-and-forth thing can be irritating, but this relationship is hard. The stuff Peter did in the books still happened, Tris has also always been super confused when it came to emotions/other people's emotions; so don't hate me for them not getting together yet. It'll happen :)
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Until next time, bye-bye! :)
