Convergent

Chapter nineteen

Tobias:

Revenge can wait, right now she needs comfort. I lightly tap Christina's shoulder.

"Do you think you could give us some time alone?" She looks like she is about to protest, then sees the look in my eyes and quickly agrees.

"Sure, see you tomorrow Tris?" Tris nods her head, and then winces from the movement.

"Yeah, see you Chris." Christina moves over and kisses her on the forehead before turning to me and giving a knowing smirk.

As soon as she is out of the room, I make my way to the side of her bed, and sit on the edge, careful not to move the bed much. I gently grab her right hand, and with the other brush away the hair that's sticking to her forehead. I move to pull my hand away, but she doesn't let me get far. Her arm shoots out to keep my hand there, and she turns her face into my hand. I cup her behind her ear, and gently caress her cheek with my thumb. She kisses my hand sending tingles down my spine, and she throws one of her legs over me, so she is now straddling me. I want her, oh how I want her so.

But I can't be with her like that- not now, not here. Not now, when she is so sick and weak. Not here, in the hospital, surrounded by all these people. I am about to voice my protests, when she wraps her arms around my neck, fully sitting on me, whatever thoughts I had are lost on my tongue.

It starts sweet and slow, her lips lightly pressed to mine, and my arms are wrapped around her waist, when suddenly I feel my shirt slip up. Her hand feels cool on my bare skin, making me shiver from delight, the look in her eye tells me she noticed and her arms goes up farther until my shirt is almost completely around her arm. Her hands are playing with my hair and all I can think is I want more. More.

I hike her up higher on my lap, and slip my hand under the back of her shirt, stroking small circles on her skin while the shirt and my arm are at the nape of her neck. I gently press my tongue on her lower lip, asking for permission to enter. She gladly gives in, and we explore each other in new ways. I readjust my grip on he and her shirt goes up farther, I look her in the eye and all I see is placid determination, and love.

I throw her shirt off and start kissing her collarbone, lightly sucking on the sensitive spot of skin on her neck, she moans and tugs on my shirt, slipping it all the way off. Our bodies are so close, I want them closer. If I start, then I won't be able to stop.

I mumble against her cheek

"Tris-"

"Don't stop, please."

I didn't question her again. I ease her onto the bed, and get ontop of her, propping myself up by my elbows so my weight is not crushing her.

My arms slowly rise from her hips, and place themselves on the back of her bra. My heart is pounding and my arms are shaking so hard it takes me three tries to unclip the hook. I've waited so long to be with her, and now that I can, truly, I cannot wait. It slips down her shoulders and she shivers from the air now chilling her naked breasts. I bring her closer in my warmth, and slowly move my eyes from hers. I take my finger and run it down the middle of her chest, she releases a happy sigh.

I start by kissing her cheek, then her nose, and next a quick peck on her lips. I kiss under her jaw, and her bird tattoo again. Finally, I bring my lips to her chest. She moans from delight and arches her back into me, she wraps one arm a around my neck, and rubs circles on my back with the other.

My hand starts to slip into her pants when-

"What the hell are you doing?!?" A very angry Matthew stands glaring at us, but especially me.