Take me Away, a divergent trilogy fanfic

Now it's time to sit back and enjoy creation

See what Jah has done

Every time she tops me off, it's celebration, yeah

What has life become?

And we don't talk too much.

Four didn't love Tris, but he did love the idea of her. He loved the image of her mouth around his dick. He loved how tight her body was. He loved pounding into her. But he mostly loved how he was the only one that would bring her pleasure. How he was the only one who could satisfy her needs.

Inspiration for this soundtrack

Every time she throws that ass back, all she says is

Take me away

Most of his songs were about her. Heck, he wrote a whole album about her. He was so addicted to her, he didn't want to fuck any other girl, but her. The way she made him feel was immaculate, there was no way to describe it but through music.

She attended every single one of his performances, and after every single one, she would end up in the backroom with him getting pounded. Then, she would go back to his place, where they would continue many rounds, until they were tired. Which is usually around 6 rounds or more.

Every time I go inside of your protected

Place with reverence

I'm reminded of a time I was neglected

It seems you're heaven sent

He could compare no one to Tris. At first, he tried to forget Tris, by sleeping with a girl named Nita. But it just didn't feel right. He wasn't turned on and he felt guilty, even though him and Tris weren't dating, it just didn't feel right to sleep with other girls. But every time he fucked Tris it felt so fucking right. He felt as if he was on top of the world when he was with her. She makes him forget about the world, and all the girls he slept with.

Tris was like a present from God to him. His own and custom fuck buddy. Her blonde hair would be enclosed around them ,when she is on top. Or when her perky tits bounce ,when he fucks her properly. And how short she is, so when they cuddle, so she fits with his whole embrace. Whatever it was about her, he loved it.

She's cut from the finest cloth, my love

Plus, we like to take it easy

All she wants to do is please me

Every time I'm on that TV, calls me up, says

Take me away

Touching Tris, was like touching fine silk. Her skin is smooth and creamy. She tasted sweet. Everything about her made Four sexually crazy. Whether she was in pajamas or regular clothes, he was still attracted. But he would usually prefer her in just his shirts because it was easier to get her naked.

Their relationship was simple, they were both there for pleasure. No strings attached. Only cuddling and sex. It was the only way for both of them to not end up heartbroken and hurt. It was part of the agreement that was sealed by sex.

Tris was proud of Four. She was proud of how he built his career. It was a turn on for her everytime she saw Four perform. And as his popularity grew, she saw him more around social media. So everytime she spotted him, she'd call him up, and congratulate him in her own little way. Sex.

I do not own Divergent. The lovely Veronica Roth wrote Divergent. And I did not write the song Take me away. That is by Daniel Caesar.