Tori and Tris

by secretkeeper0024

Tori is a resistance fighter, part of a secret alliance within Dauntless against their tyrannical Leadership Group. Tris is a struggling initiate with a powerful secret. With Eric stacking the deck against Tris, Tori provides with secret training sessions. Can Tori and the Alliance keep Tris alive long enough to pass the final test or will she lose the love of her life. Complete.

16. Chapter 16 - Two steps forward

Tori and Tris - Chapter Sixteen - Two steps forward

I stood for a long time, letting Tris hold me, I had nothing to say and she didn't ask. I leaned back into her, placing my hands over hers and she rested her chin on my shoulder. A less perceptive pair of eyes would have been deceived by my calm exterior but Tris seemed completely aware of my inner turbulence, and more valuable still willing to accept me in all my various dispositions. It makes no sense to mentally slog through problems when I feel confident that Tris' logical mind would be able to see the solution in a moment.

"What do you think it says that a stash weapons, such as that, has been made available to us?" I ask her signalling to the pile in the corner by the training mats. Tris leaned up on her toes and kissed my cheek, and then wandered away into the kitchen, she surveyed the labels of a number of wine bottles and selecting one with an image of grapes on the front. She raised it in my direction, "Can I open this?" she asked. I nodded and decided to open one of my new tobacco pouches. As though previously arranged, we gathered our supplies and met on the floor at the bottom of the bed. Tris brought two glasses and the bottle, and something in a bowl from the fridge.

While Tris was clearly still considering her response to my first question, I pushed on with the next, "Also, you should know that I'm fantasising about executing a local terrain reconnaissance mission." "Ha," she said quickly, "That's what you're fantasising about?" She pressed home her point by squeezing my thigh. "Oh well, entertaining the option of, is that better?" I said, laughing. "Not at all," flirted Tris, "I'm very keen to hear about your fantasies," But she couldn't look me in the eye as she said it. "You can take the girl out of Abnegation but you can't take the Abnegation out of the girl," I teased her.

I methodically rolled at least a dozen fags, reluctant to light up while Tris was eating. "In my opinion, the weapons acknowledge imminent danger. They are all close combat weapons. And offensive." Tris' words revealed something about the way her mind works and that is as useful to me as her conclusion, I fervently hope that exposure to her logical abilities will rub off on me. "Go on," she said, scraping the bottom of the bowl with her spoon and being preoccupied, I sparked the lighter and held it to the smoke held between my lips. The moment I realised what I had done, I checked her empty bowl and said "sorry," Tris sat her bowl to one side and reaching over took the ciggie out of my fingers and gave it a little puff herself. She didn't cough but she screwed up her face and gave it back.

Unlike the relatively carefree night of the luxury sweets, tonight was considerably more sombre, but no less pleasant. Tris held my hand in both of hers, her fingers traced my skin and her eyes made familiar to her all my little wrinkles, freckles and scars, she studied my knuckles and then turned my hand over and looked at the lines and marks on my palm and fingers. "What would be the purpose of the recon?" she asked thoughtfully. "I suspect we are being guarded," I shrug lightly. "Did Four say so?" she asked. "You would be surprised at how little Four says," "Not after spending a week with you," She quipped, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.

I offer my glass for a refill, which she grants and tops hers off, likewise. Neither of us spoke again before both glasses were again empty. At which point Tris saids "You do realise, Tori, that I have been waiting two full days for you to kiss me?" "I cannot pretend to be astonished," I said, not giving her an inch. Unwilling to be thwarted, Tris raised herself and swinging a leg over both of mine she straddled my thighs, she took my face in both her hands and looked into my eyes, "Last chance," she said. "I'm good," I replied. She lowered her lips and pressed them gently but firmly, to mine.

That exquisite kiss stopped time. I am entirely at the mercy of this bewitching young woman. It was hardly my first kiss, but it was the first that seemed to draw every ounce of oxygen out of my body. I am ever aware of Tris' inexperience and inherent modesty. But I cannot resist her at this moment, mindful of her ribs I place my hands on her hips, I pulled her in closely and slowly deepened the kiss. We sat there oblivious to the hard floor, completely lost in each other, for God knows how long, during which time we became rather well acquainted with each others' lips, mouths, throats and necks.

Eventually and all too soon, we tore ourselves away breathlessly, giddy, with stars in our eyes. When I could be sure to speak without embarrassing myself, I said, "I hope it was worth waiting for?" I note with a certain measure of pride that this was the first time I had ever been able to silence Tris. We fell asleep holding each other which was more than compensation for having to sleep with clothes on. I woke twice to Tris experiencing night terrors, but sleeping next to her, I was able to wake her before she got too deep into the dream. She was more susceptible to my attempts to comfort her, which I know not what to attribute this.