Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Shower

Set in the Divergent world during initiation. Third person present-tense. M-rated.

"We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift."
-Marilyn Monroe
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Tris declines her new friends' offer to go zip-lining after dinner for a second time this week. Her body aches and her hair is unusually greasy, most likely from excessive sweating and perspiration after three hours of doing push-ups and punching a bag half her weight.

She needs a shower. A nice, hot shower, while everyone else is clear from the dormitory for a good two hours. No one will clutter the showers, or try to take a peep at the "stiff's" scrawny body, or swipe her clothes and leave her hopping around in a wet towel in search for them--again.

Everyone begins eating their dinner just as Tris is done drinking her bottle of orange juice that doesn't even taste like real fruit; it's more like some sort of thick fruit punch with a bit of orange seeds in it. Whatever it is, it keeps Tris going throughout the day and it's become her guilty pleasure she wasn't allowed to have in Abnegation.

She tosses the empty bottle in the trash and heads to her dormitory. She walks down the steep stairs and watches the light flicker in her eyes. It's quiet. The beds are empty and there's not a soul in sight. Tris gets giddy on the inside at the thought of being all alone after three weeks of not even being able to breathe without someone interrupting her.

She opens her designated drawer--ignoring the word "STIFF" spray-painted all over it--and grabs a fresh pair of clothes. She kicks off her shoes by her bed and pads to the bathroom where the showers are, clothes tucked in arm. She grabs a fresh towel. Her small smile fades when she hears the familiar sound of water hitting the shower floors.

Pelt. Pelt. Pelt. Splash.

Damn. Someone's already here.

The showers are separated like bathroom stalls. There are twelve of them; six on each side. The last one on the left is running and there's a towel hanging on the rack beside it. A pile of clothes is bunched up on the floor. Tris debates on taking a shower now. What if it's a guy? What if he peeps on her? Her attack scared her out of her wits. What if they did more? What if that could happen right now?

She begins to back away, but then she sees Christina come around the corner, naked with every last bit of her bare body out. Tris gasps and goes to cover her eyes but stops herself. She begins to admire how Christina is confident walking around completely nude. Her breasts are full and on shameless display. Every inch of her body has been cleanly shaven and it's oddly satisfying to Tris.

Maybe she doesn't know someone is here, Tris thinks.

Christina bends over to drape clean clothes over the rack, giving Tris a nice view of her naked ass. Tris's cheeks heat up in a sheepish blush.

"If you want a nice view, just ask," Christina says, making Tris jump. "I don't mind if you look."

Tris turns cherry red and lets out an exasperated breath, fumbling for words. Christina smiles kindly at her and continues to stand before Tris, body still exposed.

"I just--I didn't think--" Tris can't find the words or excuses. "Wow, you're cute."

Christina laughs. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Now, I'm taking a shower. Are you going to?"

Tris feels like she's on fire. There's a strange feeling in her lower abdomen; a burning and throbbing sensation she's never felt before. Her heartbeat picks up the more she looks at Christina.