I want to thank the new followers of this story, and also everyone that keeps reading. There have been almost a thousand views since July started, and it's only been five days, so I know there's plenty of people reading this. It's an amazing thought that so many eyes read those lines I type into my computer during sleepless nights or at any other time I feel inspired to write.

So before you'll find out about Christina's suspicions, have fun reading this chapter about Tris and Tobias in a dark apartment... ;-)

Chapter 13

Tris

My heart leaps at the sound of Tobias' knock on my door. I have already unnecessarily cleaned the kitchen and bathroom just to keep me occupied while I was waiting for him.

I'm still nervous when I think of being alone with him in one of our apartments, but the nervousness is shifting in its tendency. It becomes less frightening and turns into a positive tension that makes my insides flutter and my palms sweaty. I trust him to respect me and, now that I'm sure he won't make us go faster than I want to, I can be more relaxed in his presence.

The moment he's inside I feel the air between us humming. I don't want to talk about any of our problems, don't want to worry about what I'm going to tell Christina when she comes over later, don't want to think about my insecurities for once.

Tobias looks me straight in the eye and I can literally feel his gaze creep inside me. He takes a step towards me and I'm attracted to him as if we were a pair of magnets. We enjoy the moment before our lips make contact and prolong it for a few seconds, building up the tension, until we can't hold back any longer and lock lips in a kiss that quickly grows fierce. I want to be skin on skin with him again like last night. As I begin to slowly walk backwards and pull him along with me, I remember to switch off the lights. There's only little light falling in through the window from outside now, and it's rather dark around us.

I stop walking when my legs hit the side of my bed. My hands sneak under Tobias' T-shirt, and the pattern of his muscles already feels familiar to my hands. He takes off his shirt himself, then turns us around and sits down on the edge of my bed while I'm still standing in front of him. He lays his hands on my hips and looks at me in the semi-darkness. Slowly, he begins moving them up the sides of my waist under my top. All the time he has his eyes on mine and it takes an effort to not avert my gaze. His hands travel up over my ribs, and he grazes the sides of my breasts through my bra with his thumbs. Despite the darkness I see him swallow. I don't know what it is about it, but every time I see him react unintentionally to me it leaves me longing for more.

I raise my arms when Tobias reaches my armpits, and he pulls my top up until it drops to the floor. He takes my hands in his and guides them around his neck, then closes his eyes as he lowers his head to plant kisses on my stomach. The sensation of his soft lips and his tickling breath in between his kisses sends shivers down my spine. My fingers play with the hair in his neck, and he moans when I grab it and pull on it gently. I run my hands down over his shoulders and get as close to him as I can.

Taking a deep breath, I climb onto his lap. He wraps his arms around my torso in slow motion and I shove closer to him as he holds me in his firm embrace, his hands roaming over my back. I feel him harden between my legs and move my hips against him. The friction causes feelings in me I didn't know I could have.

With our foreheads touching we share the air we're breathing. When Tobias moves his head to the side of mine and starts kissing the skin behind my ear, a moan escapes my mouth. I try to stifle it, but without success.

"Don't hold back. Please don't," I hear Tobias whisper in my ear, his breath tickling me, and his voice sounds more throaty than usual. "It's sexy to hear you moan."

Now I can feel his grin as he nibbles at my earlobe, producing goosebumps on my neck. I sense another moan building in my throat, and it's difficult to try to not keep it there and swallow it.

Tobias continues kissing my ear and neck, then kisses his way over to the other side along my collarbones. He uses his tongue now, too, and sometime during the next minutes I forget about feeling embarrassed and let go of my shyness.

I'm astounded by the difference it makes to stop controlling my breathing and the sounds coming out of my mouth. We kiss while we timidly start rolling our hips against each other and I notice how Tobias clenches his jaw from time to time.

"Are you okay?" I ask between the kisses I run along the side of his neck.

"Yeah." It comes out more like a groan.

"And I'm not doing anything wrong? You look as if you were in pain," I insist.

"Only good pain," he whispers against the ravens on my collarbone, "because you're doing everything right."

Oh. Oh.

It's all the encouragement I need. I try to push him down onto the bed, but he doesn't even sway. Despite all the muscles I've put on, he still is much stronger than me.

"Lie down," I order him softly.

He pauses momentarily to look at me uncertainly. Whether he's the one being shy now or whether he wants to check if I'm still comfortable, I don't know, but he obeys and lies down underneath me, looking up at me straddling him. He places his hands on the sides of my hips as I run my fingers up over his stomach and chest. I wonder if he notices they're shaking slightly. I circle his nipples with my forefingers, and he groans again when I pinch them tentatively next.

"Tris," he hisses and raises his hips against mine.

And then everything happens very fast.

Tobias pulls me down on top of him and his hands are suddenly everywhere on my head and sides and back and bottom. I flex my hips against his, but instead of easing the longing for him, it only leaves me needing more. We moan into our kiss as our tongues circle each other's in a passionate kiss. I want to hold him, want him closer, grab his hair with one hand and push the other arm around his shoulders. Seconds later, I realize how firmly I have clasped him and loosen my grip a little, not wanting to hurt him. Warm waves of pleasure run through me when Tobias rests a hand on my behind and presses me firmly to him. His erection rubs against the spot between my legs that's craving for more pressure. I hold on to him tightly, he's all I want, all I need.

We keep moving together in a more or less steady rhythm until suddenly Tobias pushes me off him and I land on my back next to him. I turn my head and see he has his eyes squeezed in ... concentration? I'm not sure how to read his expression.

"You're okay?" I ask, feeling somehow lost.

"Yes. Just give me a moment, please."

I wait until he resumes speaking in his low and throaty voice, "I'm sorry Tris. I didn't want to hurt you or scare you. I just ... it all became too much and I didn't want to ... well I had to stop moving or I ..." His voice breaks.

My hormone-bathed brain needs a moment until the meaning of his words sink in.

"Oh," is all it comes up with.

"Believe me, it took all my strength to stop, but you said you wanted to take it slow and set the pace, so I didn't want to ... take things further than what you're ready for."

I roll onto my side and kiss him gently.

"You know," I whisper against his lips, "that your words make me want to do exactly that?"

He looks at me quizzically.

"You just did and said the right things to make me want to take things further," I clarify.

He smiles back at me before he kisses my temple.

"Another time, Tris. You should take your time. I want you to be sure of what you want or not want to do."

I'm not sure what exactly he's talking about now. Does he refer to having sex? I didn't mean that when I said I wanted to take things further. Not yet, anyway. I pluck up courage to tell him that.

"I know. Don't worry, Tris."

I cuddle close to him. "You know, although I don't want you to leave, I think I have to send you away because Christina is going to show up soon. At dinner, she said she wanted to talk to me later and that she'd come over at nine."

He sighs. "I have to go to meet Zeke, or he'll begin to wonder where I am. Plus I really want to know what it is that he wants to tell me."

"Can you come back later?"

"I don't know, Tris. It'll probably get late."

I hesitate for a moment, not because I'm afraid, but because I wonder if it's too much too soon.

"You could take my spare key and just sneak in."

He looks astonished. "You'd give me your key?"

"Yes. And I would like you to use it."

"What if you're already asleep? I would only wake you up."

"You can lay down beside me and share my bed with me. I already told you I want that."

"Then I'll be happy to grant you that wish," he says playfully.

"I've never heard you say you were happy before."

"Well, that's because I'm usually not exactly a happy person. But tonight I am."

His words melt my heart, and we sink into another kiss.

It's three minutes to nine when we get up and hurriedly pull our clothes back on. We've lost track of time again.

"Hurry up, Christina will be here any minute now," I urge Tobias.

I drop my key into the pocket of his pants and kiss him goodbye, then push him out of the door.

Once he's gone, I turn on the lights and feel the color flush in my cheeks as I spot the crumpled blanket. The fitted sheet has come off in one corner. Some of the small cushions are lying on the floor. I hurry to make the bed and the moment I put the last cushion back onto the mattress I hear Christina knock. On the way to the door I comb my hair with my fingertips and tie it up in a messy bun quickly. What a timing.

DISCLAIMER: I own neither the Divergent world nor the characters, they belong to Veronica Roth.