Here is chapter 7! This story is actually starting to take a different turn than what I originally planned...but I like it! I hope you all do.
And I hope you don't hate me for this cliffhanger! The ending is slightly confusing, but I won't be able to explain it until the next chapter wihtout giving anything away. Sorry. PM me if you're realllllly confused and can't wait for the next chapter. :) I hate spoilers but I'll try to explain it the best I can.
This is set after Allegiant/slightly AU
Characters may be ooc at times
Rated M for a reason: strong language and sexual themes/content
I do not own Divergent or any related characters or situatins/just my oc's
Enjoy!
Tris stifled a yawn as she woke up, stretching her limbs out softly. She listened to the pops and cracks her body made, the noise vibrating down to her core. Exhaling through her nose, she turned around—her eyes landing on Peter. She chewed on her lower lip—her stomach tightening at how the other night had gone. Heat crawled up her neck as memories of the bath-tub flooded her brain. She felt a gush of wetness begin to pool down below.
Before she could dwell on it, her heart drummed up her throat. She sighed, remembering how cold he had been after. He had kept his distance after the bathroom fling—eating dinner in silence. They had crawled into bed together—confusion masking his face. She bit her lip, the taste of copper filling her mouth. He's just as confused about this thing as I am. What are we? She cast another glance to Peter.
He laid there, face serene as his chest rose and fell with each breath. A smile crawled across her face as she watched his lips part slightly—a soft snore sounding from him. She leaned in and kissed his nose softly, barely gracing his skin. She inhaled him in—all earth and musk. A familiar pinch was in her lower belly as she hovered over him—peppering kisses down his neck.
She nibbled here and there as she traveled down his bare chest—tongue tracing a line around his rippling muscles. She smirked as he shuddered beneath her—goosebumps following her lead. Tris draped her legs around his waist, pulling her body flush against his as she attacked his body with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
He murmured softly, his voice not fully awake. He shifted under her, sleep lacing his limbs. She felt his body go rigid before leaning into her, his hand drawing circles on her back.
"Good morning," he whispered,
She smiled before drawing her face to his—her lips ghosting over his lips. "Good morning."
She dusted her lips over his again, a growl sounding from his throat as she rocked into him before pulling away. His hands gripped her hips before he flipped them over. Giggles were falling off of her tongue as he gorged on her neck—teeth grazing and tongue soothing. She arched into him, his fingertips tingling her skin with each feather-light touch.
"You're such a tease," Peter whispered in the crook of her neck as she raked her nails down his back. He grunted, his pupils blown out all the way.
"Who's teasing?" They held each other's gazes for a moment before Peter crashed their lips together. It was warm and passionate—their tongues swirling together. Peter had snaked his hand down her body, fingertips circling her sensitive folds, when a noise sounded from her nightstand. Tris and Peter groaned as she shimmied out from under him. She grabbed her cell phone and huffed. "Christina."
Peter grumbled. "Don't answer it." Tris gave him a pointed look and he puffed out his lower lip. "Please? Let's just have some fun." Peter leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. Tris sighed softly before she shook her head, pulling away from him. Before he could protest more, she answered the call.
"Hey, Christina. What's up?" She cast a glance to Peter, his sulking form sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"
Tris chewed on her lip. "Today?" She watched Peter's head snap to her—his eyebrow raised.
"I haven't seen you since the Wedding-From-Hell." Peter was leaning into Tris, trying to listen to their conversation. Glaring daggers, Tris pushed him off—a smirk on her face as he landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Yeah. We can hang out with you." Peter glowered up at her from his position on the floor, crossing his arms over his chest.
There was a moment of silence, Christina's breathing the only sign that she was still on the other line. "Peter is still with you?"
Tris rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes."
"Okay. I'll meet you at that place, you know, the one by the old coffee shop?"
Tris tilted her head to the side as she thought. "The bar?" Peter quirked his eyebrow as he stood up—shaking his head slightly.
"I have to get in the shower—no, not that one! I have—I'll text you when I'm on the way. See you guys soon!" She hung up before Tris could respond.
Tris laid her phone down on the nightstand, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. She sighed as Peter began to rub his hands down her arms, wrapping around her back. She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply. "She wants to hang out."
She felt the rumble from his laughter as her head bounced on his chest. "I gathered that much. And at a bar?" She felt his body shift as he leaned down. "It's noon."
Tris smiled softly. "We slept in." She twisted her head so she could look at his face—his dark eyes gleaming. "Do you think you can play nice?"
"If we go, I make no promises that I won't make fun of her or something—she pushes my buttons."
She chewed on her lower lip before she rubbed her hands up his chest—nails grazing his skin. "Where were we?"
Peter's eyes darkened—his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Shouldn't we be getting ready?"
Tris shook her head as she pulled away from him, leaning back in the bed. "She's taking a shower." She smirked. "Sounded like she had company."
Peter raised his brow, his hands linking with Tris'. "I think they have the right idea."
Tris shivered as his thumbs rubbed the tops of her hands—warmth spreading over her skin. "And what idea is that?"
Peter wore a shit-eating grin as he lifted Tris from her bed. "We should probably start getting ready, Tris."
Tris puffed out her lower lip, her feet dragging across the hardwood. "You're no fun." She had repeated his words from the other day, a giggle on her lips as he embraced her tightly—his lips on her neck.
His hot breath tickled her ear as he leaned in close. "How about we start with a shower?"
Tris and Peter walked into the pub, a few people giving them sidelong glances. "Hey, Tris! Over here!" Christina yelled, waving them over.
Tris smiled as Peter grumbled under his breath, his arm around her waist. Christina narrowed her eyes as they approached the table, a small smirk on her lips. Tris raised her eyebrow and Christina shrugged as Ryan leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. A smirk crossed Tris' lips as heat colored Christina's cheeks.
"Tris! Peter, my man!" Ryan swung his arm over the table to clap Peter's shoulder. "It's good to see you."
Peter and Tris exchanged looks before sitting down at the booth—the leather cushions smooth against their skin. "It's nice to see you, too," Tris said—Ryan's brown eyes gleaming at her.
"We ordered wings for the table—hope you don't mind. Also, feel free to fill up your glasses The whole pitcher is filled with beer," Christina quipped while she put her glass to her lips—tan liquid rushing past. Peter scoffed, earning a small kick from Tris. Christina narrowed her eyes. "Something wrong, Hayes?"
Peter raised his eyebrow. "No. Not at all." He pushed a few peanuts around in the little dish, the crunch echoing in the silence that stretched over the table. "You know—it's just that you always seem to have something to say. Or you always seem to pick everything out for everyone—like you know what's best."
Tris' eyes widened, her stomach freezing over. She opened her mouth to speak, Christina's shrill voice beating her to the punch. "Excuse me? Are you seriously judging me, Butter-knife boy?"
Tris flinched, feeling Peter's frame grow rigid. Sighing, she grabbed Peter's hand—her grip tight as her thumb drew lazy patterns on his skin. This is far from making fun—this is acting like a prick. She cast Christina an apologetic look before turning to talk to Peter.
She pulled him away a little, their backs turned to Christina and Ryan. "What was that?" she asked, voice just a whisper.
She watched Peter clench and unclench his jaw. "I don't know. She just ordered the wings as if it were no big deal—she just pisses me off."
Tris quirked her brow. "This is seriously about wings?" She watched Peter shrug before his shoulders slumped, a sigh on his tongue.
"I just—I have a lot on my mind and I took it out on her." Tris and Peter held each other's gaze—an unreadable emotion flashing across his features.
Tris nodded before turning back to the table—Ryan's eyes wide as his fingers fidgeted over his glass. "So, the bar?" Tris said lamely, Christina's eyes locked on Peter. "It's one in the afternoon." Tris sighed. Tension breaking is not my forte. She poured some of the golden liquid into her glass, watching the foam bubble at the top.
"It's five o'clock somewhere, right?" Ryan let out a nervous laugh, Tris' body deflating slightly as Peter's body relaxed a little.
"Tris?" Christina asked, eyes snapping to her. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Tris had already brought the cold glass to her lips—the bitter liquid flowing down her throat. She put the glass down quickly, her face contorting as she swallowed the drink. She nodded softly, ignoring Ryan's quiet snickering. The two got up, Christina smacking Ryan in the back of the head. Tris shot a glance back to Peter, his dark eyes on her.
Christina stared at Tris for a good while, her arms crossed. Tris fidgeted by the counter, moving out of the way when someone would huff and glare angrily while trying to wash their hands.
"What was that?" Christina asked after the bathroom cleared out.
Tris shrugged. "He has a lot on his mind and took it out on you." Christina quirked a delicate brow, exhaling loudly through her nose. "He's an asshole?"
Christina snorted. "We all knew that." She sighed. "I just don't appreciate your boyfriend talking to me like that."
Tris stiffened. "I'm sorry he acted like that." Christina picked at her nails, muttering under her breath. "And he isn't my boyfriend."
Christina turned to her, delicate eyebrow raised. She scoffed. "Did you tell him that?"
Tris blushed, chewing on her lower lip. "We haven't exactly talked about anything. I don't really know where we stand—what we are." Christina eyed Tris, her head tilted in thought.
"But?" Christina prompted, annoyance coloring her features.
Tris inhaled sharply. "We—well, we—sort of—" Christina's face lit up as Tris fumbled for words—a squeal on her tongue.
"You totally had sex!"
Tris' eyes widened as she looked around the empty bathroom—Christina rolling her eyes as she beamed at her friend.
"Yeah—we did."
Christina stared at her, scoffing slightly. "And?" Tris' breath hitched in her throat. "Details. I want details."
Tris chewed on her lower lip. "I thought you hated Peter?"
Christina snorted as she looked at herself in the mirror. "I do. He's an arrogant jerk with an inflated ego and a tendancy to cause harm to others." She looked at Tris through the mirror, shrugging her shoulders. "Sorry—old habits. So, tell me."
Tris sighed softly as she hopped up on the sink counter—her fingers clutching to the cool marble. "Well, the day after the wedding I came to apologize to him for the other night—"
"Wait! What happened the other night?"
Tris huffed, glaring at Christina. "I tried to sleep with him." Christina gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "I was drunk! And mad and lonely and he had tried to kiss me the other day." Tris sighed. "He turned me down—and the next day I apologized. Then we had an okay day—we returned the suit and had lunch. Then we got home and had a stupid fight about—I don't even remember—and then, he just kissed me." Tris cast a glance to Christina—her dark eyes wide and gleaming. "Then he took me to the bedroom and—kissed me again." Christina tilted her head, Tris' eyes rolling. "Down there."
"Is that it? Please tell me there's more."
Tris shrugged her shoulders, heat coloring the back of her neck. "There was the bubble-bath." Christina sighed, leaning against the tiled wall—a small smile on her lips. "And the shower before coming here." Christina's eyes darkened, a wry grin on her lips.
"You totally heard Ryan, didn't you?"
Tris nodded sheepishly. "Are you two a couple?"
Christina shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah—we're taking things slow. I like him—but—I'm not sure I'm ready for something more than casual right now." Tris nodded her head, her throat running dry. "You should talk to Peter."
Tris shook her head. "But—I don't want to—"
"Lose what you have?" Christina supplied for her. She sighed softly. "But what about the chance for something more?"
Tris exhaled slowly. "When did you get so deep?"
Christina giggled softly. "I have always been deep, my friend." Tris hopped off the sink and the two embraced, Christina pressing her soft lips to Tris' cheek. "I mean it, Tris. You can wait for him to choose—or you can make a move."
Tris and Christina left the bathroom, Tris' veins running cold. She felt Christina's warmth leave her as she made her way back to the table. Tris' eyes weren't focused on her—they were focused on Peter.
There was some girl—red or brown hair, Tris couldn't tell—all over him. Tris watched her hips sway about—her fingers dancing on his shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, Peter seemingly not interested in the girl. The sight made Tris' blood boil nonetheless.
She stomped her way through the crowd when a hand grabbed her, forcing her to spin around. She was met with clear-blue eyes and light bown hair. Those eyes seem so familiar, she thought as she looked at Jasper—another name on her tongue.
"It's nice to see you, again," Jasper said, a smile on his face.
Tris bristled. "It's nice to see you, too."
"Would you like a drink?" Jasper asked, a glass in his hand. He pushed it towards her—the black liquid bubbling.
Tris shook her head. "No—thank you, but I—"
"Here," he said as he handed her the glass. He gave her a wry grin. "It's just soda." He raised his own glass in a mock toast and drank—his eyes on her.
Tris stared at him, her stomach doing flips. She pressed the glass to her lips and took a tentative sip—the sweet liquid flowing down her throat. She handed the glass back to Jasper, her throat tingling. She felt the room sway a little, her head light. She felt arms on her—strong and warm.
She cast a quick glance, his hair dark in the shadows. Peter? She didn't have time to think about it as she was being pulled away—the dark room rushing beneath her feet.
Tris was walking—feeling like she was floating. She cast a quick glance around her—the world swaying and darkness ebbing her vision away. She sighed loudly, shutting her eyes against the noise. Voices were all around her—drowning her.
"What was up with that creep?" The voice sounded like Ryan—her thoughts echoing his words.
"Jasper? He's just some weirdo." Peter, Tris thought—her heart beating against her ribcage.
"Enough about him—what was with that girl?" Christina's voice wasn't as shrill as it should have been.
"What girl?" Peter asked, his voice oddly meek.
"Tris saw you flirting with some girl." Christina's voice seemed far away—the voices mixing with one another. Tris inhaled sharply—her world beginning to shake wildly.
Hands were on her—holding her tightly. Tris sighed, confusion filling her veins. The hands felt like Peter's—but then they didn't. She tried to lean into him, inhaling his scent. Her breath hitched up in her throat—his scent all wrong. It wasn't earth and musk—it was like a warm breeze.
She shook her head, blinking her eyes open. She watched the buildings fly by—the old Erudite building just past the one they entered. She swallowed hard—her throat tight and dry. "Peter?" she asked, her voise hoarse.
"Don't talk now—it'll be over soon." The voice seemed far away again as Tris tried to blink her vision clear—everything blurring in and out.
The cold steel of the chair sent shivers up her spine as her world spun around—the building a blur of walls and cracks. She blinked a few times, darkness at the edge of her vision. Her breath hitched in her throat. The last thing she saw before her world blacked out was a freckled nose and a beaming smile.
I am a monster! I know...I'm sorry...but you'll have to wait for the next chapter!
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