Chapter Twenty one - Power of legions
I was unwilling to run away after work lest Eric think his menacing performance had any impact on me, I hoped that Tris was likewise enjoying the company and friendship of people who love and care for her. When I felt a subtle longing for home, I finished up my drink and began the familiar trek back to the building of my studio. Before I could get very far someone fell into step beside me, I started considerable but Four placed a hand on my forearm "Sorry," he said, "I should have whistled."
"Business or pleasure?" I asked laughing, pleased to see him. He reads my code - I am asking him if he is walking me home so that I don't end up dead! "I've come to pay my debts, He said, flashing me a look at the bag hanging over his shoulder and avoiding my question. I didn't mind however because I suddenly realised it didn't actually matter. "How was work?" he asked. "Excellent!" He looked rather dubious, but nodded and smiled, "Must be nice to be back." "Eric wanted to have lunch with me, but there wasn't room at the table," I laughed out loud. Four, surprised at my discretion, but amused, he gave a wry grin and said "I heard."
Four and I were having beers at the window when Tris let herself in. My heart did a little flip, not only to see her but to know that my house had become her home. She greeted Four warmly, kissed the top of my head and rather than accepting the beer Four held out to her, poured herself a glass of wine. He didn't bat an eye at confirmation of our romantic connection. "How was your day?" I asked, "Excellent!" she said and while she dragged over a dining chair, I batted away Four's arch eyebrow with a look professing perfect innocence.
As soon as Four called it a night, Tris and I fell on each other as though we had been separated for a month. She had been tired after her unusually busy day, so I lifted her against her protests and carried her to the bed where I kissed her reverently as I removed her clothes. I kissed her mouth and neck until her chest and breasts were uncovered and then transferred my attention there. And when I got her out of her pants, I kissed her belly and continued moving down, concerned that Tris would be feeling self conscious as I moved lower still I kept both hands on her breasts hoping she would be too distracted until the last moment.
Rather than kissing her thighs, making my way slowly and teasing her, I found her most sensitive spot directly, and I kissed her there, softly but firmly. By the time she realised what I had achieved she was far too bewitched by the effects to consider refusing. I helped myself to her, wrapping her legs over my shoulders and pulling one of her hands into my hair, I licked her gently, from the top of her hooded clit to her wet opening and back again. I circled around her clit, coaxing it out. I was amply rewarded by her in turns stroking and pulling my hair, bucking and throwing her hips and sighing and moaning and saying my name in the most seductive tones. I swear I was closer to coming than she was.
I paused only briefly to ask Tris for permission to use my fingers inside her and while I think she would have given me almost anything at that moment, I entered her slowly and delicately. I touched her deeply, circling her cervix and kneading her front wall, I found a small patch that was less smooth and kneaded it slowly until she pulled my hair which I understood as a command for increased pressure and tempo. I complied, matching what I was doing inside her with what I was doing to her outsides. I knew she was very close to reaching her climax, rather than continuing to work her harder or faster I maintained a steady pace and made her come and get it. And she did.
I felt like a god generously distributing amazing and valuable gifts to my beloved. And I guess I am, for now. But Tris genuinely loves me, and while maybe not tonight, she will enjoy learning to love me, savour exercising the same power over me, as I do just now, over her. And I will relish letting her. I helped her to come down, her body twitching and convulsing, alternatively tightly strung then tranquil and boneless, humming and breathing heavily. I withdrew my fingers subtly, raised myself, carefully pushing her heavy legs together, rolling her on to side a little and pulling up her mountains of bedclothes. Tucking her in as had become my habit, I curled my body around hers, smoothing her hair and kissing the back of her neck.
I lay like that for a long time thinking about how good it felt to be on the other side of my confinement. I am still feeling aroused, which is in itself quite a pleasant feeling if one can only appreciate it without considering it as a problem to be resolved. Reflecting on the day, I am reminded of the person I feel like when I am with my people, like how I felt when I came to Dauntless - as though I have the power of legions at my back. I thought about the friendly knock, the covert transactions, the coded conversations, the muted sentiments. Not the actions of someone who had the power of legions. I fell asleep before I could complete the thought.