TRIS

I lean in and rest my head against his chest and we just stand there for a few moments before moving. It's nice here. I don't have to worry about anyone bothering us. I don't have to worry about making plans for fighting or learning new strategies. I have time to myself. I have time alone with Tobias. We had spent nearly the past two weeks, just us, but I couldn't ever stop myself. I would never get enough time with him. He said that I had changed him, but he was the one who changed me. I don't think I could have been brave enough without him standing beside me.

I pull him with him as head toward the bed and push him down onto the bed before joining him. I lay next to him, my head on his chest, his arm around my back, holding him against me. I take a deep breath and look up at him. He's already looking down at me, his lip curled up in his signature smile and I lift my hand to brush my fingers across his lips. He kisses my fingers tips and my free hand wraps his shirt between my fingers and I use it to pull myself up to press my lips against his.

The kiss is soft, and he is patient with me. He has always been patient with me and that was one of the many things that I loved about him. Tobias was the person that I was going to spend forever with and no one was going to take that away from. Even if we got into fights and arguments or got so mad at each other that we wouldn't speak for days, I knew that I could count on him. He moved his hands down to my waist and pulled on top of him so that I was now straddling him and I breathed against his mouth, my lips parting as my grip on his t-shirt became frantic and wanting. I pulled away so that I could pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside somewhere, I didn't care where honestly. My mind was on other things at the moment. I bite my lower lip and rake my nails down his chest, watching the red marks follow my fingers.

He lets out a slight groan and I lick my lips and look up at him, my heart beating fast in my chest. His eyes are locked on mine, his hands gripping my thighs tightly, holding me in place on top of him. I lift my hands from his chest and pull the black tank top over my head and toss it in the same direction I threw his shirt. His hands move up my body until they rest on my breasts and I take in a breath of air. I close my eyes as his thumbs move over my areolas. I open my eyes and look down at him and he pulls me down to kiss me and I move my hands down to his hair and kiss him hungrily, pressing my body against his, tugging on his lower lip.

He growls at me before flipping me so that my body is flat on the bed and I laugh, running my hands down his back as his lips are on my neck and I am happy. He moves his lips down my chest kissing my skin softly before pulling away from me to tug my pants down my legs and I let out a groan as he presses his body against my own and I feel the heat radiate through my entire body.

He pulls away from me and gets rid of his own pants before pressing his body against me again. I pull him against me and kiss every part of him that I can get to, his neck, shoulder, chest, my hands on his back groaning as he grinds his hips against mine. He looks down at me, for permission? I'm not sure, but I nod at him anyway. I don't know if he thinks that I'll say no or even if he needs my consent. I don't know how many times I can tell him that I'm his always and forever. In every way that a person could be with someone else…and he was mine. I didn't care what anyone else thinks of us, or what they have to say. I didn't care about anyone else anymore. In this moment, all I cared about was Tobias.

He responds to my nod with one of his own before he kisses me again and his hands are pushing my legs apart. I feel the familiar nervousness in my stomach as I brace myself for the impact. I arched up into him as he pushes into me and I let out a groan, lifting my body against him, my nails raking down his back as the pleasure sweeps through my entire body. There was no fear between us anymore. Tobias and I had been through so much together, we had a strong bond and there was nothing to take that way away. I gripped his shoulders, our groans echoing against the concrete of his bedroom. I fell back against the bed, wrapping my legs against his waist, rocking up into him my lips finding his again.

This only being the second time for me, I wonder if he realizes that I won't be able to hold on as long as he probably wanted me to. If anything that I heard was true, I would be able to last longer after a few more times. Because between this and my pent up sexual needs with the way Tobias looks at me, I knew that lasting long wasn't even an option. I would get used to the way he felt inside of me. But for now, I couldn't think straight. He kisses me roughly, and I feel the pleasure spreading as our tongues collide. I curl my toes as I tighten against him, my head fall back against the pillows with a thud, a loud moan escaping my lips and I look up into his eyes, waiting for him to reach the same point.

When we are both done, he pulls from me and lies down beside me, his arm hung around my body, holding me against him. My chest is rising and falling, I'm doing my best to catch my breath and I sigh, content as his lips brush against my shoulder. "I love you," he murmurs against my skin. I smile and move my hand down to lace my fingers with his. Moments like these make me grateful for the technology the Bureau has provided us with. I would not be here if it weren't for them.

"I know."