Complicated Love (Divergent Peter Fanfic)

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I do not own any of the characters apart from Florence, her family and everyone else that we do not see in the original story of Divergent. All the credit goes to Veronica Roth and her amazing writing skills.

BTW if you see '_____' it means to put more meaning to the word, you know, instead of putting it sideways, I put it in '___' since I'm writing this on my IPod. 

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I got awaken by Peter's alarm clock. 

He groaned and turned around to turn off the alarm. It was then that I realized that my head was on his chest, and his arms encircled my body. Also that our legs were intertwined and still are. I barley felt the pain now. I guess I just got used to it over the years. 

When Peter turned back to look at me, he smiled. And I returned the smile. 

"Did you sleep well?" he asked in a sleepy voice which made a heart beat faster. 

"Yes, you?" 

"Yes, since I was holding you." he then leaned down and kissed me. At first, it was just a small kiss on the lips, but it turned more passionate. 

His lips moved against mine and that's when the kiss became even hungrier. Both of us wanting more. So I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled on top of him. My hands made there way across his bare chest, feeling his muscles until my hands were knotted in his hair, making him growl with pleasure. His hands made there way across my back until they rested on the back of my thighs. 

He then rolled me onto my back and got on top of me. His hands now resting on my hips. Both of us wanting more that both our bodies crashed together, trying to get as close to the other as possible. 

Until there was a knock at the door. We both separated and untangled ourselves from the other. And I couldn't help the heat rushing into my cheeks. So that's what it was like to really kiss someone. It felt good. It felt more than good, more than words could express. 

"Peter?" his mom's soft voice asked once she opened the door so she could put her head in the room. 

"Yeah mom?" 

She looked at both of us, and I could see suspicion in her eyes, but it left as soon as it came so it could have been my imagination. 

"Your dad and I won't be here tonight. We have to go to Erudite for work and we won't be back until tomorrow night. Though Florence? You are free to stay the night. You can also invite Molly and Drew, since you don't have school tomorrow." 

I was about to say no, because if I did stay, my parents would get pissed off again. So what was the point. I could go back to my house and get beat up like every other day and get an even more bruised jaw then I had now or stay with Peter and invite Molly and Drew and just have fun. So I knew what I'd choose. 

"Thank you very much, ma'am, I would love to stay here tonight." I answered politely. 

"Please, Florence, call me Margret. And you are welcome to come here whenever you like." 

I gave her a warm smile and she left the room, leaving me with Peter. 

"Your mom is nice, I wish mine was just like yours." I stated. Which was true, my mom was as mean as my dad, she hurts me physically too when my dad isn't there. 

"Yeah, she is nice. But you don't have to stay tonight if you don't want to, I mean, I'd like you to stay, but it's your decision." he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.