A/N: Here be the smuttiest thing I have ever written. I am absolutely horrible at sexy times so apologies if this is weird. Also, this is Christina/Four. If you don't like the idea of that, you can skip this chapter but it will play a part later down the line. I don't do sex just to do sex. Obviously, seeing as i'm horrible at writing it. Oops. Enjoy!
Chapter 7 (Tobias)
As suspected, the members of the Council aren't too pleased with our display and are waiting for us when we depart our car. I don't have to answer to them and neither does Christina. We are the leaders. They answer to us. I can feel my sour mood creeping into the joy of what happened earlier. I don't like it. I may not have always been a happy man but I am a little happy now and so is she. I can see it in her eyes and the way she brushes down her wind swept hair.
Under any other circumstances, we would all go into the office and discuss what had happened and what had been said to us but I don't feel much like being confined in this suit for any longer. So, I send everyone on their way with an eight o'clock meeting time the next morning. A few seem relieved and leave almost immediately. Johanna and Conrad do not. They head inside and I watch them as they disappear. If they're trying to hide, they're doing a bad job of it.
Christina turns to make her way to the second entrance, the one reserved for the police. She must check her firearms back into the armory and take inventory before she can leave. It shouldn't be a long process but I'm not sure I can wait that long. I don't know what's worse. The confinement of my suit or the heat of need. Despite it, I find myself hanging around the door until she comes back out.
"Four? What the hell?" She asks, surprised that I'm still standing there, hands in my pockets, looking lost and out of place. "I thought you left already."
I shrug. "I didn't want you going home by yourself."
If that isn't the lamest thing I have ever said, I don't know what is.
She can see through the lie. Of course she can. She saw through me on the train, she can see through me now.
"Liar," she says with a smirk.
I nod. There's nothing more I can really say. Anything else would be a train wreck.
She seems to understand as I begin to head off to my flat. I don't ask her to follow me. If I did, I would just muck it up. If she wants to, so be it. If she doesn't, I'm no one to force her. I get a couple of steps away from her and I can feel her body next to mine, feel the charge of electricity in the air. I've only done this once and now I'm terrified of doing it again. It'll either destroy us or make us unstoppable. I'm secretly hoping for the latter.
The walk up the stairs in my building is arduous and silent. I fiddle with my keys when we arrive at the door and I know she knows I'm nervous. Am I that easy to read? I remember when she used to fear me and whisper behind my back. It's odd feeling so exposed to her right now. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
"We don't-"
"Shut up," she whispers, cutting me off before her lips find mine.
A heady sigh escapes my chest. It's been too long since I felt the touch of another woman. I feel like I'm being unfaithful to Tris but wouldn't she be happy I'm moving on? Maybe not with her best friend. I'll never know but at that precise moment, I didn't care. Christina had burrowed under my skin. She made me feel alive. Like right now, I could hear the steady hum of need and passion in my veins. I could feel the surge of tension and the crackle of desire.
Her fingers find the skin of my neck, tracing the line right above the collar of my shirt. I shudder as she pulls back just enough to speak against me.
"As nice as this is, it'd be even better if we were inside."
I have to suppress a laugh. I turn to unlock my door and open it but her soft fingers never stop their excursion over my skin. Dauntless didn't have time to weather her hands like they had mine and Tris'. It's a different feeling for me. I didn't know if it was good or bad but, then again, I didn't have much time to think about think anything when she shuts the door behind us and immediately begins to unbutton my jacket. I'm sure I look as fascinated as I feel as I watch her.
She reaches the bottom button and slides her hands to my shoulders, pushing off the offending fabric. I feel a weight lifted from me. That suit has became my life and I don't like it. I don't think she likes it either. The shirt I wear takes a little bit more time than the jacket and though she doesn't like the ensemble, I know she's dragging it out. I know she's teasing me. Every so often, her fingernails scratch my skin and I hiss in a breath. Every time I do, her hands become unsteady.
This time, when she's finished unbuttoning and she pushes off my shirt, her hands remain on my shoulders. She traces the lines of muscle delicately, reverently, like she's memorizing me in a way that Tris never did. I have to stop that. Comparing her to Tris. Christina is nothing like Tris and I think that's why I like her. My thoughts stop in their tracks as she traces further down my body. She touches every inch of my chest before she settles her hands on the lines of my hips. I can barely breathe.
"Why did you stop?"
It takes a moment for her to form a reply, but when she does, her voice is husky and layered with need.
"I want to make sure you're okay with this."
I frame her face with my hands, my thumbs brushing tenderly across her cheek. "I am more than okay. I promise." I pause a moment, then I quietly ask, "Are you?"
She looks down at her hands and runs her fingers back and forth for a moment, idylly teasing me. I growl out a moan. Curse this woman.
"Easy tiger," is all she says before her mouth is on mine again, hot and needy and moving urgently despite the slow path her fingers make. For a moment, I entertain the notion of pushing her against the door and ravaging her, to feel her legs around my waist and her fingernails on my shoulders. Another groan makes it's way from my lips and when it does, her tongue slips into my mouth and tangles with mine. Damn. It. I push my hands through her short, dark, hair and tug her head back gently, pulling away from her to trail my mouth down her exposed neck. I hear her whimper and it's enough to break my resolve.
In a fluid motion, my hands are gone from her hair and on her shoulders, tugging at her clothes and pushing up her against the door. She is surprised at first but she quickly recovers, bending over my shoulder to nip at the hollow point between it and my neck. My legs threaten to give out at that moment. She is so perfect and she knows it. She has me wrapped around her finger and I don't think I ever want to change that. Not now. Not ever. But, I know they're empty promises to myself. She'll never replace Beatrice Prior.
I manage to growl out a command which she manages to obey. She tears herself away from my skin to sit back so I can remove her shirt. I toss it over to the corner of the room and make quick work of her bra which soon lands on top of the heap. I take a moment to stare at her, silently asking one more time if she's okay and she simply nods. That's all I need to know before I bend and my mouth closes around a raised peak, sucking at it with little abandon. Another whimper sounds from her and her hands are in my hair, desperately seeking for purchase against the pleasure.
With her hands still in my hair, I move to kiss her sternum then give her equal attention to the other raised peak. I feel her relax under me and I double the effort before I release her and begin to tug at her pants. A hand splays on the small of her back to keep her steady as I tug the black trousers down and toss them with the rest of her clothes. She is beautiful.
"Tobias..." My name on her voice like that, all wanton and heated, makes a shiver run down my spine. "Not like this."
I pull back to place a soft kiss on her lips. "I know. I won't."
I bend down to hoist her up and cradle her in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and I carry her to my room. I had forgotten how messy it was but I don't think she minds. I hope she doesn't mind. I lay her gently down on the bed, both my hands on either side of her. They're shaking with exertion and restraint. I bend down to capture her lips again and she begins to fiddle with the snap on my jeans. My mind is a roller coaster of things I want to do and say but I can't quite manage it.
I try to keep myself from shuddering, trying to keep the pleasure and attention on her, but when my jeans are unfastened, she rolls me over, takes control. I'm not sure where my clothes end up but I hear them hit the floor before she's sliding down on me. My hips jerk in surprise as I moan. Fucking hell.
The night passes like that. Silent and demanding and heated and passionate. I feel exposed to her and she to me. We are open wounds just trying to navigate the world. When the sun begins to peek through the dark curtains, she is in my arms, panting heavily and coming down from her high. I am too but I am more raw than I was hoping to be. Tears sting the back of my eyelids and I try to tamp them down before she sees. I'm a wreck. My mind is still a roller coaster. I wonder how she's holding up.
I turn to look at her and she appears as frazzled as I feel. It broke us. This...thing that we tried to do. This thing that we did do. She is no Tris. She knows that. I know that. Maybe we can still be friends.
I don't voice that hope. She is close to breaking down and I wouldn't want to break her further.
"We'll be okay, right?" she asks me after a long while. I'm surprised she spoke first.
"Yeah, we will be."
"Liar," she says and her voice cracks.
I can't bare to think that she believes me to lie about this. I won't let her. I cup her cheek gently and stare intently at her, hoping to convey what I can't form into words.
"We will be. You and I? We're all that's left. I trust you, Christina. I don't trust anyone else. Do you understand?"
She nods, tilting her head into my touch. Thank goodness. I don't want to lose her. She is my saving grace at the moment and for better or for worse, she is keeping me sane. She is keeping me grounded. I am forever in her debt and it's a debt I'll never be able to pay back to her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know who I was. We are in this together and whatever happens, will happen.
"Thank you," Chris whispers and I smile and kiss her forehead.
"You're welcome."
She closes her eyes and falls asleep against me. I stay away, watching her for as long as I can until I too follow suit.
