My nerves are racing every which way as we make our way down to the main building and toward Tobias' room. I want this, I know that I want this, but it doesn't make me any less scared of it happening. Tobias is the first boy that I've ever liked; the first boy that I've ever felt these kinds of feelings for and it's terrifying to me to see where it could lead. He feels the same feelings for me, I know that he does, but the thought of playing out the scenes in the books that I've read, make me nervous. What if I'm not good enough for him? What if I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with my hands, or what sounds I'm supposed to make? What if I don't have a clue?

We're careful not to be seen as we make our way downstairs, and I do my best to keep my hands away from him, because if we make contact, I will lose my will to go down and I will jump him in the stairwell. And that would be bad for both of us. Once we make it down to his room, we shut and lock the door. Once I hear that click, the sensation floods my entire body. He turns to look at me, his eyes bright, but I can see the nervousness behind his excitement.

"Oh thank god," I whisper.

An eyebrow arches up on his features. His beautiful features that never fail to get a rise of out me. Does he know what he does to me? Does he know what he does to everyone here? I shake those thoughts out of my head. Don't think about him and other people. I tell myself. It's just you and him.

"What?" he asks, taking a step forward, closing the gap between us.

Every sense in my body is heightened and I feel static electricity as he comes forward. Closer. The need is swelling deep down between my legs and I know that it's a good feeling, but the need for him is stronger than I have ever felt. Perhaps it's because it knows what we came down here for.

"I was just thinking…"

"Don't think," he says, pulling me into his arms, and kissing me roughly. I am putty in his hands as I struggle to keep a coherent thought in my mind. "Just jump, Tris. Just jump with me."

At this moment I want to do nothing but do what he wants me to do. My hands are gripping his shirt as he kisses me, and I kiss him back, my lips feverish on his and I let out a soft moan as his hands move up my shirt, feeling my skin.

"Off," I murmur against his lips, tugging on his shirt. I want to feel his skin, too. "I want…."

"I know," Tobias says.

His voice is husky and warm and the sound of it heightens the feeling between my legs. I feel moisture pool up against my skin and it turns me on even more than I thought possible. I step away from him, which is a very difficult task, and head to the bed. He's not two steps behind me, tugging on me arm and pulling me against him again. He has thrown his shirt somewhere to the ground and my hands are on his chest, feeling every inch of him that I can. A soft moan escapes his lips and I can't help but smile, knowing that I have caused that sound. I press my lips against his chest, kissing him softly, my tongue caressing his skin. Electricity is running over every inch of my skin, I have never been happier to know that this man is mine.

"Your turn," He growls at me.

He tugs on my shirt and roughly pulls it over my head. His hands run up my stomach, but they stop at my bra. He pauses. "I don't know how to take that off."

I stare at him. "Surely you must have encountered a bra before."

He shakes his head.

"Not even with the other girls?"

"There weren't any other girls, Tris," he says.

"Oh." The slight feeling of jealously evaporates. "Okay."

I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground. His eyes grow wide as his hands move up to caress my bare skin. I close my eyes and let out a small gasp as his cold fingers massage my breasts and tug on my hardened nipples. I bite my lower lip and open my eyes to see him. He's staring down at me with pure need and I'm sure that I'm returning his gaze. I swallow and stand on my toes to press my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He drops his hands to my hips and pulls me against him, and just like this morning, I feel his hardness pressed against me.

He lowers me down to the bed and I am more than aware of what is inside of his pants. I move a hand down his body, teasing his skin as I go before stopping at the band of his pants. He takes in a breath, his body completely still as my hands moves under the fabric. I realize that I am not breathing either as my hands find his stiff member. It's warm and pulsing in my hand and I love the way it feels. I move my hand against him, up and down, softer at first, but moving faster as I feel his heartrate pick up.

"This okay?" I whisper to him as his lips move against my neck.

"More than okay," He whispers back, his voice strained.

I grin to myself, my thumb rubbing against his tip and he lets out a groan. "Okay, stop," he says.

He pulls away from me, staring down at me, breathing hard.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, my voice small.

He shakes his head. "Nothing," He says. "Just if you keep doing that, this'll be over far before we want it to." He bends down and kisses me hungrily. "And I want every part of you before that happens."

Every. Part. Of. Me. Does that mean what I think it means?

His lips move to my jaw, then my neck and the further down he goes, the wetter I become. How is that possible? I can't contain the small moans of pleasure that escape my lips as his tongue swirls around my nipples, tugging on them with his teeth. I arch up against him, needing some kind of relief against my sex. His hands on my hips again, pushing me down against the bed.

"Please lie still," he breathes against my skin.

"I'll try," I answer.

He chuckles and the sound of it tickles my skin. His lips move lower against me until he's at the waistband of my pants. He sits back his hands tugging the last pieces of my clothing down my legs. I am very aware at how turned on I am right now and by the look on his face, he is too.

"Are you gonna…?"

"Hush," he tells me, pushing my legs apart as he kisses the apex of my thighs.

"Oh!" The gasp spreads through me as his lips move higher and higher and I bite my lip to keep my whimpers to myself. He blows on my sex and I screw my eyes shut as my body arches against him again.

"Still," he repeats.

And then all senses explode at once as his lips are on me, sucking, licking, teasing with his teeth. My hands clench the sheets of his bed beneath me and I can't stop the explosion of feelings as I come against his mouth, a loud moan leaving my lips.

I am gasping for air as he pulls his head up, his mouth wet with my pleasure and the grin on his face makes me ache for him even more than I already am.

"Good?" he asks me, licking his lips. How can an act like that be so god damn sexy?

"More than good," I answer, still panting.

"Good," he says leaning against me, kissing me softly. It doesn't take long for the soft kiss to turn into one of passion, sending signals now to my aching core.

"Please," I tell him, my voice hungry. "I need you."

He groans against my lips, pulling away from me. He reaches to his bedside table and pulls out a small square packet. He rips it open with his teeth before stripping out of the rest of his clothes. I lick my lips as I watch him, completely in awe of the fact that he is mine. He is completely and totally mine. He pulls the condom onto his length before pressing the tip of his hardness against my opening. I take in a breath and he leans down to kiss me. I moan into his mouth, a cry of pain mixed with pleasure as he pushes into me. It hurts far more than I had expected it to, but as he begins to move within me, my body responds and the pain begins to subside. My kisses become hungrier as ours bodies listen to one another, arching and reaching deeper and further for the other.

As we keep moving, my body tightens against his and I can feel the sensation spread through me again as I explode against him, a cry of pleasure echoing inside of his mouth as he releases inside of me. We ride out the waves of our orgasm together and when we can't move anymore, he collapses on top of me, still inside of me.

Our chests rise and fall together as we try to catch our breath. He lifts his head and looks down at me, a lazy grin on his lips.

"Hi," he says, kissing me softly.

"Hi, yourself," I return his smile and kiss.

"That was…." He pauses shaking his head. "Amazing."

"You're amazing."

"We're amazing together," Tobias says.

"Okay," I agree.

He kisses be against before pulling out of me, and a shock of pain spreads through me as he does. He tosses the condom into the trash before pulling me against him, nuzzling his head into my neck.

"I could get used to his," I say, a breathless.

"Yeah?" he kisses right below my ear.

"Yeah."

"Me too, he says.

I turn to look at him and shake my head. "You are not what I expected you'd be."

"Good or bad thing?"

"Definitely good," I tell him as I suppress a yawn. "Definitely good."

I close my eyes as I rest against him, more tired than I have ever been in my life. But it's a good tired, a very good tired. But I think as I'm falling asleep, I hear him whisper something to me. And it sounds like "I love you, Tris Prior." But I can't be sure. It could just me by imagination running away with me. Or a dream. Either way, I'm okay with it.