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Chapter 20

Tris

We have a good time at the bar, although today there is no live music and people aren't dancing. Instead, groups of people stand or sit around and the sound of their voices, talking and laughing the night away, fills the cavern. The electronic music coming out of some speakers is playing in the background. There is no such place in Abnegation, so I soak in the atmosphere and watch the scenes playing out around me between friends and couples while I sip on my drink.

After last week's hangover, I've decided to go slower today and leave it at one or two glasses. It's enough to get into a lighter mood, but it's not enough that it will cloud all my senses.

I'm proud that I manage to ignore Peter, who tries to provoke me with some stupid remark about me being so small and weak I would still lose every hand-to-hand fight as he walks past me to meet with some bulky guy I don't know at the other end of the room. I'm sure he won't dare to touch me again after Tobias has beaten Drew to the infirmary, so I don't waste my time worrying about him anymore. Instead, I enjoy chatting along with our usual bunch of initiates. Despite my short time in this faction, I am a little more at home here every day. It's nice to have friends around, and I appreciate that Uriah and the other Dauntless-borns treat me as their equal.

Tobias is standing together with a bunch of members whose names I don't know, but maybe he'll present them to me when initiation is over and we can be together officially.

We exchange looks every now and then. It's like a game we're playing with our eyes, looking and looking away again. Although we are standing a good distance away from each other, there's a connection, and the tension between us keeps building. The mixture of longing and nervousness, growing every time our eyes meet, causes me to drink faster. I'm thankful for the relaxing effect of the alcohol when I think of being alone with him later, especially after walking in on him this morning. Is he really going to let me watch him again?

But my nerves are not the only reason that, at some point, I just want my glass to be empty and leave with Tobias. This must be what it feels like for a magnet being pulled close by another. I chuckle at the stupid clichéd thought: It was just two cocktails, though strong ones, and they have obviously made me a little tipsy, I guess.

Tobias

I see Tris raise her empty glass to signal me that she's ready to leave. Our eyes lock again for just a second, causing my heart to jump. In the corner of my eye I first watch her say goodbye to her friends and next walk over to the bar to put her glass on the counter before she leaves the place.

I quickly empty my own drink. I hope she's waiting for me somewhere on the way. I don't want her to walk around alone in the darkness. Although it's not too late, I worry about her safety out there.

"Guys, I'm going home. I need my bed now after last night at the control room."

Zeke raises his eyebrows at me suggestively and grins. He pats me on the shoulder as usual as I say goodbye, silently whispering to me so nobody else can hear, "Alright Four, have fun going to bed!"

"Shut up, Zeke!" I reply, though his stupid comment forces me to grin and I roll my eyes at him, boxing him amicably in the side, with the effect of only boosting his smirk.

Tris is waiting in a hallway not far from the pit. Her whole face lights up at seeing me, and for a moment I think she's about to kiss me. But then she remembers that we're still in public, even if the corridor is deserted. We set to walk side by side, and I clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to her. That has become a habit lately. I wish I knew what Tris is thinking, if she feels the same desire to hold me in her arms that I have to hold her.

After the door clicked shut behind us, and we're finally alone in my apartment, we stand opposite each other, and Tris wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I push her jacket off her shoulders and it drops to the floor. She strokes her hands down my back, grabs my shirt and takes it off. I want to put my lips back on hers, but she stops me by taking my hand and leading me over to my bed.

She makes me sit down on the edge and stands in front of me, right between my legs. I have to tilt my head back a little to look up at her face. She holds my gaze while she pulls her top up and over her head. Her hands move to her back to unclasp her bra and I nervously wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as I watch her slide the straps down her arms slowly.

My Abnegation-self would have kept contact with Tris' eyes, but momentarily I'm the eighteen-year-old Dauntless-version of me, with alcohol running through my system, so I take my time to admire her breasts. I raise my hands to touch her waist and run them up her sides while I start kissing her flawless skin, tickling her with my tongue as I go. I kiss her breasts and this time I suck her nipples gently. They harden between my lips, and I enjoy the little moaning sounds that come out of Tris' mouth.

"Are you okay? You're swaying," I murmur against her skin between kisses.

"Yes, don't worry. I just feel as if I had more than two drinks when you kiss me like that," she whispers to me, making me smile.

"Then we'll better lay you down," I say and pull her onto my body as I lay back on the bed.

Tris laughs and I join in, and it eases the tension a bit. We keep rolling around on the sheets, kissing and touching, and we get bolder with time. I run my hands up and down her thighs, and she pulls me close to her with her hands on my bottom. The mood reminds me of my dream this morning, in which we were so intimate together. Right now I feel so close to her that there certainly is no room for fears or awkwardness, and I hope it's like this for her, too.

I'm lying on my back and do nothing to control my ragged breathing while Tris, lying beside me, kisses the spot on my neck behind my ear and trails her fingers up and down my chest and stomach. She grazes her fingertips around my bellybutton, drawing an invisible spiral around it until she hits the waistband of my jeans. She stops, hesitates for a moment and then pushes just her fingertips under it. Slowly, she moves them along from side to side and I don't dare move an inch. Tris' has stopped kissing me, concentrating on what she's doing with her hands, but I still feel her warm breath against my neck.

I start breathing again when she pulls her fingertips back out, but only for a second. She's slowly moving her hand downwards from my stomach, and then I feel her hand over me for the first time. Although there's still the fabric of my jeans between us, it's intense and I gasp. I pull her closer to my side with my arm around her. She repeats what she has done several times, each time adding a little more pressure to her touch. I tilt my head back into the cushion and groan when she starts rubbing along my length through my jeans with her palm.

I don't want to stop her, I don't want to push her, I don't want to make her feel insecure, so I just lie there and let her explore me and try to keep my senses together.

"Tris, what are you doing to me?" I mumble when she gives me a break and brings her hand up to my cheek. I turn my face towards her and kiss her.

"You liked that?" she asks after our lips part for air.

She sounds unsure. I want that undertone out of her voice.

"A lot. Didn't you just... well, feel that?"

It really can't be lost on her just how hard I am. And sure enough, she smiles and averts her eyes.

"I did."

I kiss her forehead and she sighs deeply. I wish, again, I knew her thoughts. Does she expect me to touch her, too, the way she has? Or would that be the exact thing she doesn't want? Although I know she'd tell me to stop, I don't want to bring us into a situation in which she has to do that. So I'm waiting for a sign from her.

Tris

I relish touching him there, the way he involuntarily moves against my hand although he tries to stay still. I concentrate on his reactions when I try different movements and amounts of pressure to find out what he likes. More pressure and the whole length of my hand on him make him groan and pull me closer to his side, until there's no room left between us.

His lust radiates off him and is highly contagious. My heart beats wildly as I feel desire for him that makes me press my thighs together in search of friction. I think of this morning and his offer to let me watch him again. Would he still let me? Can I just ask him that? It seems a blunt question.

I slowly trail up his body with my hand, and the way he murmurs, "Tris, what are you doing to me?" warms my insides even more.

It's me, I think, it's me who makes him sound so weak and devoted. I love that I have this power over him. It still leaves me in wonder every time I realize the amount of it.

"You liked that?" I ask after we shared a kiss. I don't know why, but I want him to confirm what I felt.

"A lot. Didn't you just... well, feel that?"

I have to smile at the way he puts it. Of course I did, and I tell him. He pecks my forehead and I think of ways to put in words what I want, but everything that comes to my mind sounds so straightforward that it makes me blush just thinking it. At last, I choose the indirect way.

"About this morning," I begin.

He catches his breath. "What about it?"

"I was wondering if you still wanted to let me see," I whisper into his ear, thankful for the opportunity to hide my face in his neck.

"Are you — are you talking about watching me?"

I nod. "If you want."

"It's different, knowing you are there."

I wonder if that's a no, but then he kisses my hair and whispers into it, "I will have to open and lower my jeans."

I swallow. Suddenly I feel really nervous again. His free hand moves down to open the button of his pants, and I tell myself not to panic. I wanted that. I still do. I take a deep breath and remind myself of how much watching him pleasure himself turned me on and, without thinking, I push his hand away and undo his button myself. I grab the zipper and slowly open it, too. Then I start caressing his chest with my fingers and I watch his hand disappear into his jeans.

Luckily, the momentary awkwardness dissolves when he starts moving his hand and my mind can't focus on anything beside his deepening breaths, his heated skin, his muscles contracting under my hand, his left hand clutching my waist firmly, holding me even tighter. It's a heady mix, and I feel the wetness between my legs increase.

Tobias

At first, it is strange to pleasure myself in front of her. It's something so private, tasting of something forbidden, that I wonder if I can truly enjoy it. But once I've started, my doubts are carried away by the lust I feel. I groan into Tris' hair as I pull her strongly to me. I know I'm probably digging my fingers deeper into her skin than I usually would, but I can't get enough of her. Her head is still placed at my neck where I feel her breath against my skin, and I notice with delight that its rhythm is becoming faster, too, like mine.

I pause the instant I realize how close I'm getting to my release, wanting to prolong the moment with her a little longer. I tilt my head to the side to be able to kiss her. She kisses me back eagerly and full of passion.

"Tris," I manage to get out between kisses. "If I continue, I..."

She cuts off my words with another kiss.

"I know," she breathes.

So I restart stroking up and down my length while my tongue is playing with hers, and I get lost in the swirl of sensations. Soon it's all too overwhelming, and I let myself fall, truly fall, for the first time with her, producing a guttural groan that fills the whole room.

It's astounding how much more intense it feels to come with her in my arms, even if it's my own hand doing the work. Wow.

I need some time to catch my breath and process the experience. Tris breathes heavily against my cheek. When I open my eyes and search for hers, she looks at me in wonder.

"That was intense," she says silently.

"Yes, you could say that," I say, smirking.

I have a feeling she knows exactly what she's doing to me. I bring my lips down on hers before I get up.

"I'll be back in a minute," I excuse myself and go to the bathroom to clean up and change into fresh underwear.

When I return to the bedroom in just my boxers, Tris is lying curled in on her side, a big smile plastered on her lips. She looks adorable with my quilt draped around her. I walk over to my closet to retrieve two shirts, one for me and one that I give to her when I sit down beside her on the bed.

"Thank you," she says and pulls it over her head swiftly.

I like seeing her in my clothes.

"Are you tired?" I ask, gently caressing her cheek.

"Yes, you're not?"

"Yeah, and I have a feeling I'll sleep pretty well tonight," I reply with a smile. "I'll just go and fetch myself some fresh pants."

I raise to make another round to the closet when her voice calls me back.

"You can stay the way you are, if you want."

Of course I want. It's much more comfortable to sleep without pants, and I can be closer to her, even if she's still wearing hers. I climb in beside her and take her in my arms from behind. She snuggles closer to me and hums contently once she's lying comfortable. I kiss the back of her head.

"Sleep well," I whisper into her ear.

"Mh," she mumbles.

My last thought is how much I love to hold her close to me like this.

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