I can't remember why this starts this way. I probably had Tris go missing at some point or caught in cross fire, or something. But anyways... a little something from a folder literally called "Sex Scenes - Out" and yes, there is a complimentary "Sex Scenes - Keep" folder. :)
"I am so glad you're alive." He sighed, "I thought I might never get to hold you again." He kept his hands on the back of her thighs, his lips pinching the skin between her hips. Her hands carded through his hair.
She pushed him back a little, unbuttoning her fly and let him pull her pants off her hips, regaining a little of her confidence when his lips never stopped and instead tugged on the elastic of her panties. His hands were calloused and rough, feeling like fingernails all the way down her hips, taking the thin cotton with them.
She sank down onto her knees, her turn to lick shapes into his skin and press out moans. His shifted and flicked the further down she moved, his hands gripping through her hair trying not to push her lower.