Candor or Dauntless: Truth or Dare (Watty Awards 2013)

Part 19: A new beginning

I turn my head slightly so his lips graze on my cheek. I look down into the stream as his lips find mine again. I don't fight him. He stands and I follow, our lips grazing passed each other. I press my lips to his again. I snake my arms around his shoulders and jump into his arms. My lips part and he walks quickly with me in his arms.

We pass the Mess hall and stumble to our room. He kicks at the door and it opens. We must not have locked it. We're still kissing when he places me on the bed. He sits next to me and we kiss. His hands move into my hair. After a while, his hands slip down to my hands, leaving a trail of electricity behind them. It shocks me awake and I press my mouth more firmly to his.
He reacts immediately, "I love you, Tris." He murmurs against my mouth.
I murmur back, "I love you, too." This relaxes him as he pulls me back onto the bed. He kisses me more deeply, but pulls away. He grabs the collar of his shirt, and in one swift movement, pulls it off. He leans back down to me and presses his mouth to mine again. My hands find their way to his hair and they wrap around his head. He reaches for my hands and brings them down to his stomach. He firmly presses my palms into his warm, muscular chest. His kisses get desperate.

He releases my hands and grabs my face tightly. I sigh lightly as he kisses the three birds on my chest. Each kiss sends a jolt of electricity through me. It energizes me. He kisses my lips again and his arm presses the small of my back, working it's way under my shirt. His hand climbs higher up my back, exposing my back to the cold. I don't pull it down, I run my hand down his arm and he smiles. I smile too. His hand is on my back, my shirt twisted around his arm. I know I should stop, I know I should pull my shirt down, but I don't. His hand curls around my neck. His lips press firmly into mine. He catches my lower lip between his and pulls gently. I faint sigh escapes my lips and I blush with embarrassment. His arm pulls my shirt up higher, so it's sitting on the back of my neck. His hand trails down and touches my bruising back, bringing me back to reality. I can't be with him if I'm not even dating him. I pull away and pull my shirt down.

I look into his eyes and feel the electricity that draws me closer to him. I don't know exactly how much space is between us, but it's less than six inches. We breathe the same air.
He's not smiling, "Tris, I didn't mean to push you to do anything. It was never like that."
I nod, "I know. I made my own choices and I chose to kiss you." He smirks, but it fades quickly. I roll onto my stomach, but leave my head next to his. I fade out into a warm, dream filled sleep.