Hey hey beautiful people! Some interesting things happening in life right now, but through it all, writing this story has been so therapeutic. I'm so glad you guys like it, and to the people who said they don't want it to end: ME NEITHER! But all good things must come to an end, unfortunately. I'm hoping to write another story after this one, but I'm still trying to figure out exactly what kind of story I want to do next. Shall keep you updated.
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Tobias POV
"You weren't kidding," Tris says, as I hit the punching bag in front of me.
I look at her, as she stares back at me, her eyes wide.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I mean, you really do know what you're doing," she says, her eyes flitting to the punching bag. "I wish I was as good as you."
I take a step toward her before taking both of her arms in my hands and gently bringing her over to stand in front of the punching bag.
"You will be," I say, as I stand behind her.
She nods a little before hitting the punching bag herself. As she goes, I give her comments here and there, but it seems that her friend already taught her quite well. And every time I make comments, she seems to take the criticism and improve a little bit each time.
Every time that I touch her to adjust her stance, I feel a strange type of desire course through me. Being so close to her and touching her every now and then seems to be reminding me of our first time together.
Of course, I love her for much more than that, but I would be lying if I said that I never think of her in that way. Before I met her, I barely even noticed the girls around school. But ever since our relationship started to get more physical, it seems that I feel the urge to grab her and kiss her every time that I am this close to her. But I know that I have to control it.
"Any better?" she asks, bringing my back to reality.
She looks over her shoulder at me, and I nod.
"Much better," I say.
She smiles a bit before turning back around and taking a breath. We continue for a few more minutes before she finally decides that we have done enough. Eventually, we leave the building, and we walk down the street together, hand-in-hand.
As we walk to her house, she talks about her friend, Marlene, and how she taught her the first time. As she talks, I find it a little hard to focus. With each step, I know that we are getting closer and closer to her house, and she said that we will be alone again. I know that I shouldn't expect anything, but it seems that my body is already reacting to the possibility, as the desire in me continues to grow with each step.
We reach her house, and she lets us in through the front door. We continue to talk, as I follow her up the stairs and to her room. She closes the door behind us, though I'm not sure why since no one is here. Finally, she turns to face me.
"Anyway, you did really well today," she says. "Clearly you didn't forget anything from your wrestling days."
I shrug my shoulders, as I sit down on her bed, and she moves closer to me.
"It's easy when you're hitting an inanimate object that can't feel pain," I say, as she moves to sit down in my lap. "It's different when you're actually going at someone. When you see the fear in someone's eyes."
"Tobias," she sighs, as I wrap my arms around her. "I know you don't want to fight. I understand why this is so hard for you, but-"
"I know what you're going to say," I cut in. "Just let me think about it. Okay?"
"Okay," she says hesitantly.
"Eric has been strangely quiet anyway," I say, pushing her hair over her shoulder. "Maybe he's finally starting to calm down."
"Whatever the case," she says, "he'll get what's coming to him."
"I hope so," I mutter.
I let out a sigh, as I look around her room for a moment. When I look back at her, the way that she is staring at me tells me that she wants to say something more. But she simply sits there, staring at me wordlessly. And just as I decide to ask her what it is, she leans into me and kisses me, and the desire in me is fueled even more. And although I know I should pull away and ask her what she wanted to say, a seemingly animalistic part of me just wants to continue.
I am not sure if it is because of me or her, but the kiss intensifies quickly. She brings her hand up to weave her fingers through my hair, and I grasp onto her hips to keep her on my lap. I pull away from her and lower myself to bring my lips to her neck. She lets out a quiet moan, as I kiss my way down her neck.
Once I have reached her collarbone, I pull back to look at her. When she looks back at me, I see the same desire in her eyes. And though the look in her eyes just fuels all of my wildest urges, I force myself to simply sit still and ask the question.
"Do you want to do this?" I ask.
She smiles a little and nods at me before bringing her lips to mine again. She pulls away only to pull her shirt off, but she immediately returns to the kiss, so quickly that I barely even have time to look at her beautiful body. I find myself trying to take it in with my hands instead; I let my hands move over her torso freely.
She slowly moves off of my lap and pulls me to lay down with her. Before she can pull me down, I pull off my own shirt then lay down with her. She smiles a little again, and I can't help but return it.
It is amazing that, even with all of the terrible things that life throws our way, we are still able to find comfort and happiness in each other.
Even as she runs her hands over my bare torso, I realize that I am more comfortable than I ever thought I would be in this position. Just the thought of baring myself to anyone else used to make me nervous. But she has managed to change that completely.
As my hands explore her body, I move them down to the hem of her jeans and start to gently pull them off of her legs. I glance at her face only to see that she is watching my hands remove her clothes with a certain kind of fascination.
"I want to do more for you this time," I say, making her look back at me.
"What do you mean?" she asks breathlessly.
"Well, I know that last time, you didn't... you know."
She blushes a little and bites her lip.
"You don't have to..." she trails off, seemingly unsure of what to say. "I enjoy it just because it's you."
I can't help but smile a little at that, and that seems to relax her a little.
"I still want to try something," I say. "Is that okay?"
She looks at me for a moment before she finally nods wordlessly. I lean down and kiss her again, as I reach under her to undo her bra. She arches her back so that I can reach it, and I unclasp it before pulling it off of her. I pull away from her and slowly look down at her bare chest, and she looks at the wall.
"Why do you insist on looking at me like that?" she says, seemingly half joking and half serious.
"Because I think you're beautiful," I say simply. She smiles just the slightest bit at this. "Can I touch you?"
She looks up at me at this. I can tell that she is a little nervous, but she nods her head.
"Yeah," she says. "I trust you."
I lean down and kiss her briefly, as if to reassure her, before I start to kiss my way down from her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone. I continue down to kiss the soft skin between her breasts that I didn't get to explore last time. At the same time, I move my hand up her torso until I reach her breast. I run my hand over it and cup it in my hand gently, and she lets out a soft moan.
I move my hands down her torso again to pull off her underwear. Once it is off, I hover over her again, and she stares back at me as if she is waiting to see what I will do next.
"Do you still trust me?" I ask.
"Yes," she says. "Do you still want to try something?"
"Yes."
I smile, and she laughs a little before biting her lip. She nods, signaling for me to continue. I lean down and kiss her, and I bring my hand to her bare torso and slowly move my hand down, letting my fingertips skim over her skin as I go. I feel her falter for a moment, as my hand moves lower and lower. I pull away from her, and we look back at each other.
"It's just me," I whisper.
"I know," she says, the hint of a smile on her lips.
Finally, my fingers reach what I was looking for. My fingers move slowly, tentatively, over her flesh. She closes her eyes, as I explore her, slower and more purposefully than I was able to last time. She moans softly, as I trace her with my fingertips. She reaches down and puts her hand over mine and guides me to rub her in slow, small circles. Then, slowly, she takes her hand away from mine and lets me move on my own. I watch her, as she closes her eyes and starts to breathe shakily.
She moans and gasps every now and then, as I continue my movements, and with every noise that leaves her lips, I feel myself getting more and more excited to take her again.
Eventually, she moans my name, and I watch in awe, as her back arches off of the bed. She gasps and moans, as she clutches onto the bed sheets. I watch, as her body finally relaxes, and she seems to slowly come down, still panting the entire time. As she relaxes, I take my hand away from her and move it to rest on her hip.
I lean down to kiss her, though it seems that she is barely able to kiss me back. When I pull away, she opens her eyes and looks at me.
"You're amazing," she breathes out.
"You're amazing," I say quietly. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she says. "No matter what."
Once I have visited Tris at her locker, I start walking down the hallway and to the library. She still urges me to sit with her and her friends at lunch, but tutoring Uriah seems to be the perfect excuse to avoid that. I wouldn't mind sitting with her, but I am not too thrilled to be around a group of people for a such a long time, especially people that I do not know very well.
As I walk, I can sense that someone is behind me. But I try to convince myself that I am just being paranoid; anyone could be in the hallways right now. It could just be someone else walking to the cafeteria.
But that theory is thrown out the window when I feel someone push me from behind. I fall forward onto my hands and knees, and I hear the familiar sound of Eric's laughter behind me, as well as someone else's.
I stand up and turn to face them, and I find myself looking back at Peter and Eric, both wearing smirks. Before I can even think, I move toward them and push Eric back. It is not enough to push him to the floor as well, but I can tell that he wasn't expecting it, and he seems to pause for a moment before he reacts.
"Oh, it's gonna be like that?" he says.
He seems to recover quickly. And I only say that because he immediately pushes me against the wall, hard. Before I can do anything else, they both start to walk away.
"Watch yourself, Eaton," Eric mutters, as they leave.
I shake my head and try not to get angry, as I stand up straight again. I can feel pain in my back, but I try to ignore it. As I walk, I try to wrap my head around the fact that I finally stood up for myself, even though it didn't really make a difference. It felt strange, almost like I had some power in a situation where I have always felt powerless.
One of my greatest fears with fighting others has been seeing the fear in the other person's eyes. But Eric is certainly not afraid of me. And I'm not sure if it is a good thing or not, but that fact actually seemed to make it easier to fight back against him.
When I get to the library, I see that Uriah is already at the table, waiting for me. Hana is also at the front desk, and she smiles at me, as I walk in. I nod at her before walking over to the table. Uriah looks up, as I sit down, and he grins.
"What?" I ask.
"You're not gonna believe this," he says, as he pulls a paper out of his backpack. "Read it and weep!"
I take the paper out of his hand only to see that it is his most recent physics test with a grade on top.
"You got a-"
"C!" Uriah exclaims, still grinning. "A solid C! I am average, my friend!"
"Huh," I snort. "Well, good for you."
"I couldn't have done it without you, man," he says genuinely. "Hell, with your help, maybe I could be a straight-A nerd by the end of the year!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
I look up, as Hana walks over to our table and smiles at me.
"I see Uriah's told you the good news," she says.
"He has," I nod. "You must be very proud."
"Oh..." She gently pats his shoulder, and he grins. "That's one word for it."
"Thanks, Mom!"
I chuckle a little, making Uriah shoot me a look.
"Anyway, I came over to talk to you, Tobias," she says. "I know that meeting here during lunch isn't exactly convenient for either of you. Especially now that you have a girlfriend-"
"What?" I cut in.
"I took the liberty of telling her about Tris," Uriah smirks. "No need to thank me."
"I was thinking," Hana continues, obviously used to back and forth like this. "If you'd like to come over after school instead to tutor Uriah, I just want you to know that you are more than welcome."
"Thank you," I say. "I appreciate that."
She nods and smiles.
"I'll leave you to it."
She walks away, and I look at Uriah who is still smirking.
"When your GPA is as high as mine, then you can smirk." His smirk disappears, and he rolls his eyes. "Let's get to it, Mr. Average."
Once we have finished the tutoring session, the day continues normally. I decide that I will tell Tris about Hana's offer during gym class. I'm sure that she will be overjoyed that I will finally be able to sit with her friends at lunch, no matter how much I may be dreading it.
Surprisingly, though, when I get into gym class, she is nowhere to be seen. I watch the clock for the entire period, hoping that she will just come in late, but she never shows.
Once class is over, we walk back into the locker rooms to change. As everyone else changes, I pull my phone out of my backpack and see that I have a text from Tris. I look around to make sure the teacher isn't around before I look back down at my phone and open the text.
And immediately, I feel my heart sink.