(AN : Please stay careful. This chapter has mature content. Smut. However in this chapter i have added a warning message "️️️️️️" right before the somewhat mature content so that those of you who want to skip it can do so... Please only appropriate audience must read it... Love ya pancycakes! Stay happy)


TRIS POV

Chapter song :Can't help falling in love, Crazy Rich Asians

Chris and Will stumble towards the bedroom kissing madly. Peter and Al have passed out and Marlene and Uriah have put on some music.

Old school music. Soft and romantic. You know Elvis Presley kinda. "You want to get out of here?" Zeke asks Shauna.

She giggles a bit and they both stumble across to the other bedroom. I pull the blanket over me again. And I look at him. Mar has passed out and Uriah is screaming out the lyrics to the song.

I can only hear him... While looking at Four with the same intensity that burns holes into my being.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely-

He laughs out loud... God he so damn drunk.

Take my haaand, take my whole life toooo.

For I can't help faaa-

And closes his eyes sleeps off.

Oh.

I feel the heat again and this time i dont ignore it. I look at him. Even from across the room I can read him so well. He smiles. So pure and sincere. I smile back. He places his beer at his side and stands up. Walks up to me. At deadening slow pace, all the while looking into my eyes. He takes the bottle from my hand and places it on the side table. Extends his hand again and I comply. Nothing said nothing done more than what is indicated. He pulls me up close to him. With a jerk. My breath hitches. He leaves me breathless.

"What are you doing Four?" I whisper... so close to him.

"Shhhhhh. Just listen to this." he says. He takes a hand to my cheek the other laced with my other hand pulls me towards him.

I place my head on his chest. Right over his heart. It booms through me. Sending shivers down my spine. So intense. So pure. So serene. It was the rhythm that made me close my eyes. Breathe his scent in.

He smelled distinct. Like musk and something purely... Four.

"How is it?" he asks. Quietly.

"The heartbeat?" I reply. Neither of us speaking too loud as if we were to wake up everyone.

"Everything." he says with a sigh.

"Everything?"

"hmhm"

"It feels... It is so... fast." I say. "Why is it so fast? Yet in rhythm." my own heartbeat can be heard, loud and clear. Blinding my senses a notch bit.

"Maybe you know the reason" he says.

Yes. But how is it possible. He is perfect! And I am not. I am broken and can't face myself.

How can he possibly..

"No I don't" I say.

He sighs.

"I know that you are aware. Just accept it." he says.

I lift my head.

"Four please."

"God you're so beautiful and you don't even know it."he says.

" Come on." he takes my hand and pulls me to the open space. Looks into my eyes. His hands on my waist. Not lowering. Just perfect. He sways to the music. Slow and steady. Never leaving me alone. Looking into my eyes as if I were the only thing in the room.

As if he had found... Gold?.

My eyes sting from the intensity. My hands on his sides drag themselves to his chest. I stop for a minute and push them upward. Going across his shoulders into his hair.

"You know, I like it when you put them in my hair" he smiles.

I look down, smilingly to myself. I can't help but bite my lip to stop the smile that gives away all my feelings just like that.

I play with the nape of his hair.

"God with the lip now... Ugg" he says raising his eyebrows in distress looking sideways.

" Four are you drunk... Since when have you become so bold" I laugh.

"No I just had like 2 beers today. I have always been bold baby, you just got the message today." he says smirking.

"I dont want that cocky Four again. This one is cute" I say... Uh oh.

What the hell Tris.

"whaaat did you just say? I couldn't hear you." he says bringing his ear a bit more closer.

I lean up and kiss his cheek. Just friendly kiss. I linger for a second and whisper into his ear.

"shut up" I come back to my spot ob his chest, giggling to myself.

"Youre a jerk!"

"and you like it!" he says.

"God we are so annoying together."

"Yeah. I know right." his voice is hoarse.

We sway for a few more minutes in silence. Just enjoying each other. Nothing to stop us. Nothing to interrupt.

Thoughts cross my head. My heartbeat in my ear. Going miles fast. Butterflies in my stomach. And... him.

I listen to his heartbeat, going as fast as mine. What could be the reason?

I can maybe justify mine. Some kind of bubbles break inside me. Not from or negativity but this time... it is hope. Hope that I can be happy. With someone. Find someone who can handle my shit and help me accept myself. Maybe I am in the right place. Who would have thought that bitter enemies would become... this. I am here now, dancing to one of my favourite songs. With someone who is supposed to be my enemy. Someone insensitive, cocky and rude. But today... It is not that guy. It is not Four. Its someone deeper, sensitive and... Someone perfect. At this moment I want to keep the hope. Break down my walls make myself vulnerable to someone... to him. Forever. Purely. Truly. With at most sincerity.

I pull away from him. And look into his eyes.

They are so beautiful. Calming me to the core.

I don't even know what I was thinking. I leaned up on my tip toes, pulled him down by his neck to me and kissed him. Right on the lips. Just a few seconds. As I realise, I register the shock evident on his face. His eyes wide looking at me like... I sink within.

Fuck me. What the fuck was I thinking!!

Damn it Tris.

We look at each other. As I open my mouth to blurt out a sorry. I feel my eyes close. Lips on mine. Soft. Just like a few minutes ago. This time his hands are on my face either of my cheek and holding my face in place.

We pull back for some breath and lean in again.

This is not the soft, tender kiss. This is somewhat... rough. Passionate. Fast. And... sexy.

Ugggh. Why does he have to be like this.

My hands mess up his hair... Faster than before. I tug at his hair to pull him away a bit and get back on again.

My hands slide down from his hair towards his back. Over his brad shoulders and along his sides to his lower back. That is when I feel him hiss and pull my hands away.

"Tris not the back" he says hurriedly.

"What's wro-" I start but am interrupted by his kiss again. He kissed me hard pushing my body back supporting me by my lower back. I push my tongue in and explore his mouth.

Oh so delicious.

He fights for dominance but I want control. My hands go down his chest. Passing every muscle every dip and raise, down to the jem of his shirt. I put my hand into his shirt pushing it upwards, feeling his bare skin on my hands. My skin burns. In a good way.

He pushes me back a bit we walk together towards the couch. His hands all over my back, the other one going to my ass. I should freeze at this point. Memories should flood and ruin the moment. But it doesn't. I let him go further. His hands reach inside my dress from my open back and carcass the sides of my stomach. I feel him caressing the side of my breast. Lightly. Slowly. His kisses go sideways. Towards the end of my lips. The corner of my mouth. To my jaw and my neck.

I close my eyes in pleasure enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin, leaving me hot and heavy. I can't stop the moan when he gets to my ears. His lips behind my ear, sicking the skin there.

"Four"

He moans in response.

"Four"

He pulls back and looks at me. "What happened? Are you okay?", he asks breathless.

"Not here."

"What not here?", his eyebrows furrow.

"Upstairs" I say not able to stay idle without his mouth on me.

His eyes widen in realisation. "Fuck, Tris are you sure?" he asks.

I look into his eyes again and... "Yes" I whisper, taking his face in my hands.

"Please"

He looks at me, tryi g to find something wrong. Something... Different. He utters a soft okay and kisses me again. Slow and calming. Hot. He keeps his mouth on mine and we fall back. On the couch, him beneath me.

He holds my thighs. Squeezing them in process carrying me with him. My legs wrap around his waist and he holds me up by my butt. He walks towards the stairs and up.

This is it.

He sets me down never leaving the kiss, pulling apart ur looking into my eyes always. Then kissing me again.

My back hits the door and a wierd feeling sets in. I know this is danger. I hated this guy until yesterday. Its not like I had forgotten the promise I made to myself completely but this was not just me 'getting him off my mind'. This is something more. And I am terrified.

I push down the knob and we both stumble into the room. I am scared. I pull him by his shirt and push him back to the door kissing his jaw. My hands go to the hem of his shirt but he pushes them away. Again. I pull back breathless and look into his eyes.

"Is it too much?" I ask. Its wierd, he does that with all the girls?

"No not at all. I just..."he looks sideways, as if avoiding me," Come here" he says taking me by hand towards the bed. I look around and realise that we are in Zeke's room. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards him. Between his legs. "Tris listen, the shirt is of limits."he says.

" What I didn't get it."

" See I can't take off my shirt okay. Its a condition I want my way. " he says.

What the fuck." ummm okay.", Is he just using me??

No.

"Is it... ME?", I ask, a lingering fear in me. Fear of an affirmative answer.

"God no, are you crazy. I... Um. I-"

"it's okay for u you can tell me the truth" I whisper.

" God Tris it is fucking not you. You're fucking gorgeous. You want to know the truth right. I am like this with every other girl. And you... Ugggg you don't even know what you do to me. Fuck me. God... Today. I was really pissed off when I came in. Al started pestering me but when I saw you... " his voice becomes hoarse, very hoarse.

" was it fucking necessary for you to dance with Al like That and that too in this Dre... Uhhhh" he rolls his head into my stomach.

"Did that bother you?" I ask in a whisper. My hands in his hair.

"what the fuck of course it did!" his voice muffled.

I smile to myself. I think it means he... cares. I pull off his head and hold it in between my hands. I whisper close into his ear,

"Back."

He looks at me never taking his eyes off, pushes himself back as I climb on the the bed. My legs on either side of him. He never looks down. Only into my eyes, as if he were reading my soul.


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He kisses me and moves downwards to my throat and my neck his hands massaging my boob. My hands go to and fro over his stomach. He slips off my dress from one of my shoulder and his hand goes down towards my core.

I kiss him again and he grabs me by my hips, shifts positions. Me beneath him.

An involuntary moan leaves my mouth as he moves downwards right in the middle of my chest, over my heart, Licking and sicking the places hard. I pull his face up and kiss his neck, making sure it will leave a mark. A moan leaves his mouth. Leaving me wet and soaking.

Shit. This man is...

He slips off his belt and my hands go to his jeans buttons. His hand works on the other part fo the dress bringing down the straps completely leaving one of my bra straps down.

"Why are these straps s ok transparent, it's fucking hard to focus on them."he speaks in a hoarse voice.

" shut up" I giggle a bit.

He smiles. And goes back to giving attention to my right boob kissing the exposed skin along the edges of the bra and moving inwards kneading them with his hand.

Oh my god. "Four fast"

His hand snakes down my had s working on his zipper. He pulls down his pant with a little help from me. And we settle down again.

I can feel him pushing into my thighs... Its so... Hard. I push myself up and take of my dress. He throws it somewhere.

"god, when did you put back your panties on?"

"some time ago" I giggle and pull him back to me.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Why am I giggling.

He smiles into the kiss and what was so fast paced, now. slows down.

As he traces his hands around my chest, he pushes off the bra, a hand behind me, unclipping the hook. Oh my god.

Its not rough, like it has always been with other guys. By this time, either they pass out or the fear comes back. But this... This feels different... This feels... I don't know. At least the fear doesn't get me bad... Yet.

"Is this alright.",I can hear his muffled voice as he buries his head into me.

Oh fuck. Yes. Yes yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I manage to gasp out a yes as I feel wet tongue circle my nipples.

"fuck Four. Don't stop" I say.

I am already at the edge of breaking into my orgasm but... he pulls away. He comes back to my face and kisses my jawline. Slowly.

"Why did you fucking stop."

He just looks at me. Breathing hard. His hands cup my cheek. Supporting himself on one arm.

"Are you sure?"it's not more than a whisper. Why does he have to be like that.

A small speck of doubt rises in me. I know this is something that shouldn't be given away like that but right now, I feel... loved. Like someone cares. The way he looks at me. Maybe we have a chance. Maybe this is a mistake. Memories flood in. I shake... Visibility. I close my eyes to push them off but... They come back.

"Tris" I hear a faint voice.

Maybe i am going to pass out.

This is the farthest i have every gone with any guy. All of them were just... temporary. Something tells me that this... This. I don't want it to be temporary.

No.

I had promised myself. "go ahead."

"Tris this is not working" I hear him say and push off a bit. Away from me.

I CAN'T back down now. I think this is the right decision.

I see him sitting on the edge of the bed again. Facing away from me. I look at him from my spot.

I have to make this work.

I get up and hug him from behind.

"its okay Four. I want this. This is my decision" i say.

"I am not going to do anything unless you want me to. I can't. And I don't want to." i can feel him... Thinking. I feel something is common between us.

Memories.

Something same.

I push my core to his butt.

"Fuck me".

He closes his eyes. And turns sideways.

He looks at me and we get back into position slowly. Like a snail. Holding each other's eyes. He cups my cheek and whispers, "I hope we are not making a mistake"

"Not at all."my hands snake behind his neck. My hands running through his hair.

Just like that we undress each other completely. Leaving us at the mercy of the other. He never leaves my eyes. As if I would vanish the moment he does.

AND neither do I.

I feel stripped to the core. My whole being exposed. Bubbles of fear rise. Scared of my own self. My own memories. But i push them back.

His eyes never wander to places. Only my eyes. I can see questions and doubts swirling in his eyes. The dark blue colliding with my stormy grey ones. His eyes are so pure. Giving me warmth. Making me moan.

He kisses me gently. Ever so sweetly and i feel him near me. His tip brushing the folds. Gentle and soft. Sending shivers through me. A tingling feeling over my folds. So beautifully beautiful feeling. Incredible warmth rises through me but neither of us leave the eye contact. He moves a little.

"God Tris"

We pull of a condom from the bedside. And it is between our teeth. He pulls on one end of the foil and i pull on the other. Never leaving the eyes. Spreading warmth through me. I think I'll come just by that stare. When we get the rubber out. Only then do I look down.

Holy fucking hell.

Fuck. How is that supposed to fit. I have heard Chris say. It was painful. Her first time with will. I acted along. Little did she know that I had never.

Fuck the reputation. I think I want more.

"Let me." I whisper as he fumbles with one hand.

"Fuck Tris, that stare is already doing it for me." his voice hoarse still his eyes on mine.

"okay go on" I say.

I again feel him. With the rubber now. Again that feeling. I push away the fear. He enters me. Slow. Soft. Like... people make love and don't... Fuck.

I feel something enter me but by bit. A few centimeters deeper as he sinks down, my high rises. To its peak. A searing pain shoots through my abdomen as he ventures futher. But i dont close my eyes. I tighten my hold on his neck. And his eyes become even more hooded if possible.

My hands pull at his hair scratch through them to dilute the pain.

What a wierd feeling. Both pleasure and pain. Like you are loving me and stabbing me at the same time. As he buries himself completely. I loose it.

"Fuck me. Why are you so fucking tight" he says.

Oh my god.

I tighten around him. Loose myself into him.

"Sorry. Keep on going."

"No I mean you feel so good." he stares into my eyes.

He pushes out and puts it back in. Gently. The pain is less. But i am being pushed hard towards the edge.

He moves within me in rhythm.like sea waves meets the beach. My eyes roll back but i stop myself as we hold the stare. No blinking no talking. Only moans and an endless stare. He gets em to the edge.

"Honey I am going to- uhhhh" I can't finish my sentence as I come all over. But it doesn't stop their the pleasure. He is buried inside of me. Moving again. "come on Tris. Babe you can pull this off again. Come on hon." he says. As of on cue. My orgasm starts to build up. Again

"oh fuck. Oh my god."

Holy shit. He is too good to be true.

He pushes in gentle as even. "he stills midway." please keep going" I beg him with my eyes. But as i open my mouth to speak. I hear him.

"Tell me what you want Tris. I want to give you the best night tonight. I want you forget all those guys you've ever... fucked and only remember... me" he says never leaving my eyes.

We Never look away. Only blue into grey and grey into blue.

"I think I already have.", I say.

"" Go fucking fast. As fast as you can. Please.. " I say.

I get ready. It is going to be painful but I want this. And i want him." Go"

He whispers a small okay and continues. This time a bit rough. Hard... Oh my fucking.

Oh my.

I never believed Chris when she told me how amazing her sex was. Withe the "supposed experience" I had in sex. I used to agree to her statement as it is. But now.

Oh my god. My hands fall off hi neck and grasp the sheets. So hard. He puts my hand on top of my head. And increases his pace. A few more thrusts and I am gone.

One of my hand snakes in his hair again. Scratching his head.

AND i come undone.

He follows like a rhythm we both had set.

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I had crossed the river. With someone I thought or maybe think is my enemy.

No one know what is going to happen now.

I am sure of one thing though. I wanted this.

And it made me feel special... cared. The way he was gentle and soft.

I don't know if he will be more on my mind after this or like i thought... will not be.

He collapses on me. And lays there for a minute.

My hand caressing his hair.

He moves across. Holds me close as we snuggle in. As his hands snake around my naked stomach, he is already semi hard pressing into me.

His face is close ot my ear. Warming me up as the sheets do no good.

" You okay?" he sighs.

"yeah"

I can feel hi settle against my head.

He is warm. Warmth that makes you feel... Special. Wanted.

I smile to my self as my hand goes on top of his.

I think I made the right decision.


(AN:tbh I struggle at writing sex scenes. This chapter was too tiring for me. Hard to write. I dont like that they had sex this early but to make the story line possible. To maintain the characteristics of the characters. It was needed:-\:-()