A/N: Hey everyone! This is a short story that revolves around Tris and Tobias as they navigate life from meeting in Abnegation to transferring to Dauntless. Tobias is 18 years old while Tris is 16. Please leave a review if you like it!
"Tobias, we have to stop this." She says, even though her voice is laced with deep need as she runs her fingers through my hair.
"Why?" I whisper against her breasts, licking up the side to take a nipple roughly into my mouth.
"Because you are choosing next week." She gasps, trying to stop me.
"Don't remind me." I groan, sucking on her pink bud.
Beatrice sits up, pushing me away from her slender body. I watch her beautiful face in the dim light, worry behind her eyes. She was doing okay when I had pushed her grey robes off of her body and carried her to my bed. But now I see uncertainty and anxiousness in her eyes. I can certainly relate to that feeling.
"Hey, it's only two years." I murmur to her, trying to keep my own heart steady. But she shakes her head, and the tears start falling.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her snug into my chest and lie us back down onto the bed. My hands rub over her back, trying to comfort her despite the close proximity of our bare bodies. The truth is, I'm no less worried than her. I don't know how I'll live away from her for two whole years.
"I'll come visit you, and you'll visit me." I say, trying to reassure us both. "Beatrice." I nudge her, but she doesn't move. "Tris." I whisper the special name I gave her, just for me to use.
Slowly she looks up at me, and I wipe her tears away. Cradling her face, I kiss her softly for a moment. I don't want to think about leaving. I don't want to worry about the future right now. All I want is her. Her presence and her touch to ground me. She kisses me back, her lips moving deeply with mine. When we pull away, I press a kiss to her nose.
"I know this isn't easy. But it's just something we have to do." I whisper. "Honestly, I could wait for you forever, Beatrice. But this is just a couple years. And when it's over, we'll be together, and we won't have to worry about sneaking around, we won't have to worry about the others finding out, especially our parents. I'll be able to love you loudly in front of the whole world, and nobody could stop me. It's just two years in exchange for spending the rest of our lives together. You said it yourself." I tell her, remembering how our roles were reversed a few days ago and I was the one panicking about leaving, but she told me to be brave.
"Yeah." She tries to muster up a small smile, sitting up as she laces her fingers with mine. Her long golden hair falls gorgeously in her face, and I get completely entraced by her beauty. I don't think I'll ever get used to this, to her. "I know it's the right thing to do. But the closer the day comes, the more anxious I get. I'm going to miss you so much." She blinks back tears.
"I know. And I'll miss you too, terribly." I sit up too, moving my arms around her.
Beatrice moves closer, laying her head against my shoulder, and I kiss her hair. She always smells so good. Breathing her in, I think about what our lives are going to look like for the next couple of years. I will transfer to Dauntless, hopefully making it as a member. And she will stay here in Abnegation till she turns eighteen and will be able to choose. I know she'll pick Dauntless, too.
Her soft hands run up my back, feeling my textured skin under her fingertips. The most recent scars have healed pretty well, and I'm glad that I don't have any raw ones right now, I need these last few days with her to be only about us, not about the pain inflicted by my father. Fortunately, he's gone to Amity for the next three days.
"I'm so thankful that he's not here right now." I think out loud.
"I am too. I think my prayers worked." She whispers.
"You prayed for him to be away?" I ask with a chuckle.
"Well, not exactly." She says, pulling back to look at me. "But if my actual prayers would have come true, he'd be dead right now."
"Beatrice." I stare at the fierce energy swirling around in her stormy blue eyes. "What would I do without you?" I breathe out.
"You don't ever have to find out, Tobias." She says, and I kiss her again, wanting nothing but to be close to her, so close that our bodies can never part again.
Beatrice gasps in my mouth when I brush my fingers over her breast, trailing them down till I reach between her legs to touch her most sensitive spot. I trace her folds gently, loving how warm and wet she feels around my fingers as I search for her bundle of nerves, rubbing it around in slow circles.
Our tongues meet and tangle together, and then I feel her small hand wrap around the base of my hard length. She strokes me firmly, moving her tight fist up and down over me, and I have to do everything in my power to not explode right this second. I move my fingers away from her, placing my hand around hers to guide myself towards her entrance.
Pulling back from the deep kisses, I gaze into her stunning eyes, helping her push my hard shaft inside her and saying, "I love you, Beatrice."
"I love you too, Tobias." She gasps out, holding on tight to my shoulders as she starts moving over me.
I feel the pleasure immediately course through me, but I resist it, wanting to focus on every little thing about her, to memorise this moment in my mind forever. I watch as her eyes slowly shut, and how she tilts her head back slightly, letting her hair flow down behind her back. The action exposes her neck and collarbone, and I see the light redness on the spot her neck meets her shoulder, the mark I made on her skin.
Holding her hips tightly to me, I groan out and move us faster, grinding into her from below. Her back arches, and my eyes move to the perfect curve of her breasts. I feel myself get harder inside her as I watch her pert nipples sway in front of me. She's the most beautiful girl in the whole world, her body crafted by angels.
Tipping her back slightly, I lick her pebbled buds, circling my tongue around them before drawing each one into my mouth, sucking deeply. Beatrice moans sensually, and the sound makes my hardness twitch inside her. It's so rare for us to get to be together in such an uninhibited way, without worrying about being quiet, and I fully cherish the sweet sounds she makes.
Soon our movements become hurried, and I twist our bodies to press her back into the mattress. Her head rests on my pillow, her beautiful blonde hair sprawled out messily, and I stare at her lips as I hover over her, thrusting myself rapidly into her. I bring her legs around me, and she wraps them tightly around my middle, taking me deeply in her.
I find myself trying to memorise this moment again, and I mentally take note of everything, especially the way her stunning blue-grey eyes glow. A slow smile forms on my lips when I think about how much I love her, and Beatrice smiles up at me too, squeezing me inside her. I grunt out and lace her fingers with mine, sliding in deeper and faster into her.
Beatrice breathes heavily, short sounds of pleasure escaping her lips as she arches her back. I kiss down her jaw, sucking the skin of her neck again as I leave another mark on her body. Nobody can see them over her clothes, but I'll remember all the spots where I left my mark when our eyes meet across the room. Knowing that she's mine alone, nobody else gets her. I thrust faster at the thought.
She moans at my quick pace, and I know she's close to reaching the peak. I move a hand down between us to touch her clit again, rubbing it just how she likes it. And then I feel her inner muscles contract around me repeatedly, clenching me hard as she trembles and cries out my name. I have every intention of drawing this out for as long as I possibly can, but when she stares up at me with that look and gives herself completely to me, I can't hold on any longer.
"I love you more than life itself, Beatrice." I whisper as I lean my forehead on hers, letting go and releasing myself fully inside her.
She stares at me breathless, and I know she knows how much I mean the words. I came close to risking my life many times to keep her safe from my cruel father. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it came to it. Nobody can even dare to hurt her. Leaning up and off the pillow, she kisses me eagerly, her hands moving out of my grasp to run down my shoulders and back.
"I love you, too, Tobias. You're the love of my life." She says to me after our lips part.
A huge grin forms on my face, and I kiss her again through the smile. I don't know what I did to have found this incredible girl, but I sure as hell won't ever let her go. I'd follow her anywhere. Slowly pulling away, I fall down beside her on my small bed, bringing her close to me. We just gaze at each other as we try to get our breathing back to normal.
"It's so good to have you in my bed." I say after a while, running my fingers up the side of her body. We mostly spend our nights in her room, knowing it's far more dangerous to be here with Marcus around. And it's also where she keeps the first aid kit, for the times when I crawl through her window all beaten and bruised.
"I like it, too." She smiles. "I also like having this whole place to ourselves, not having to constantly worry about my parents or brother hearing us."
"Yeah." I murmur, taking her hand and kissing it. "But the day is not too far away when we'll have a place of our own, Beatrice. A place where we won't have to hide and be quiet. And I'll make love to you in our bed." I promise her.
"I can't wait, Tobias." She cups my face and kisses me again. And in this moment, I just know that everything will be alright, and I kiss her back with all the love I feel for her.