DAUNTLESS (Divergent sequil, no war)

chapter 15

I place my shaking hand in his and lead him up to my room. My hands shake so much I struggle to unlock the door with my fumbling fingers. I stop and try to breath. Tobias steps away from me.

"Look, Tris, I'm sorry, I can see that this was a bad idea..." grabbing his shirt, pull him closer and press my lips against his. I don't know where the impulse comes from but I can't let him leave me now. The distance between us shrinks. Breaths shorten. Heart beats quicken. I break my lips from his and hand him my key,

"Could you?" he takes the key in one hand and holds me against him with the other. Nervous laughter bubbles from the pit of my stomach as he pushes the door open. "Do you want to go upstairs?" my voice shakes a little as I speak. Both of my hands are pulled into his.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." I look into his deep blue, unfailing eyes. I know that I want to.

"I will be thirty seconds, then I'll meet you up there." our lips join, with more force than before, with more urgency and hunger. He forces my lips apart and brushes a hand through my hair before pulling away all to soon.

"I'll see you up there then."

Once he is upstairs I splash my face with water from the sink in the kitchen area. I can't even begin to imagine what a mess I must look, but he doesn't care. I pull the front of the dress so it sits a little lower then I role it up a little at the bottom. I make my way upstairs combing my hair through with my fingers as I go.

At the edge of the bed sits a nervous looking young man. His hair is Abnegation short but he wears Dauntless black. Paint is streaked across his face and hands. Even when he is relaxing he looks strong.

He looks up when he sees me come in. Full lips pull into a smile as he holds his hands out to me. My legs shake as I walk so I walk faster then sit on his lap without a seconds hesitation.

"Are you..." I stop his words with my lips. I feel the strength in him as I push against him. His hands go to my legs, he lifts one across him so I now sit facing him. His hands burn my skin where he touches it, fingers dance delicately across the outside on my thighs and I take it a a sign to do more. I part his lips with mine then bring my hands under his shirt, he lifts his arms to allow me to remove it. I let my eyes feed of his bare chest. Strength and tattoos fill my vision. I trace my fingers along his flames then I kiss them. He catches my chin between two sturdy fingers and pulls my face toward him.

"I love you." his deep eyes don't lie.

"I love you too." I push my mouth against his and we soon find our rhythm.

He makes me feel strong.

We stand and he takes the hem of my dress in his hands and slowly starts to pull it up. We part lips and panic rises I'm my throat.

What if he decided he doesn't like what he sees?

I can't be good enough for him.

Goosebumps form on my bare skin as the dress is thrown to the side. There is no going back now.

I don't want to go back.

I want this.

Strong arms wrap around me. Skin on skin. This is right

My hands fumble at the buckles at his belt. He helps as much as he can then steps back. I find myself staring at him, his legs, his chest, his tattoos his everything. When I eventually look up at his face I find him doing the same. I could look at him all day, but the tension becomes too much too soon and I wrap myself around him...

Physical contact is powerful.

When I wake up I ache everywhere. Literally everywhere. I crawl out of the bed and run to my draws pulling out a long sleeved black top and some black jeans to try to cover most of the bruises from the fight yesterday. I still haven't showered and paint clings to my hair and skin, though some of it has peeled off. Tobias is still asleep and I don't want to disturb him. he looks so peaceful. I grab a towel and go to the showers.

When I get there I see myself in the full length mirror. I'm a mess. My hair is knotted and clumped, the edges of my face are still smudged with paint, I have a bruise forming on one cheek and several down the back of my neck. I remove my clothes to get a better look. Bright purple circles cover most of my body, I gingerly poke an extremely large one at the top of my thigh and wince.

Washing myself isn't fun. I have to scrub to get the paint of but I need to be gentle around the bruises. I can't win. My hair is an even bigger challenge and as I wash soap out of it for the third time what happened last night dawned on me. I find myself smiling. Not only am I a dauntless leader, I'm also sleeping with one. But it's more than that. I'm in love with him. I sigh and give up on my hair.

I dry myself then get dressed again. By the time I get back to my apartment Tobais is up and dressed. "Morning beautiful." I blush a little.

"Hey, what's the plan for today?" I stand too far from him, but I'm almost more scared of him now than I was last night. What if it was good enough for him? What if I wasn't good enough for him? My face betrays me.

"Are you okay Tris?" He places one hand on my arm but keeps his distance.

"Yeah I'm fine." I look at the floor.

"Please don't lie to me. Are you regretting it? Was I not good enough? I'm sorry..."

"What? You think that I thought you weren't good enough? I was worried that you thought that I wasn't good enough." I feel myself start to relax.

"Don't you ever think that." I sink into him, he kisses the top of my head softly.

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