For Years To Come Mature Rated Parallel Chapters

Chapter 15M

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I lay back on the couch, thinking back to the huge house that we moved my whole extended family in to just about three weeks ago. The light brown outside, two stories and a basement, a beautiful rusty red door, just to open the door and be met with a beautiful staircase located centrally to the spacious entryway—

My thoughts are interrupted when Tobias enters our front door, smiling from ear to ear. I can't help but reflect his smile, hoping I know what it means.

Three weeks ago one third of the bureau troops left the fence.
That following week, the following two thirds also proceeded to leave the fence.
There was worry that they might come back a week, maybe two after leaving, but so far nothing had changed.
Overnight a note was sent, no one was sure if it was positive or negative, and Tobias left in the middle of the night for a meeting over at Erudite.
Now it's just barely five in the morning, and he's been out all night while I've been home worried sick.

I stand up, eyeing him suspiciously as he doesn't use his words for an answer.

"So?!" I shake his arm slightly and he laughs, pulling his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss, his hand wrapping tightly around the back of my lower waist as my hands pressed to his chest.

"Tobias—" I put my thumb between our lips, "What did the message say?" I demand.

"It was passive aggressive, per usual, but they're gone."
"Gone gone?"
"Yes," he presses his lips to mine again shortly before I cut him off.
"Like, gone for good gone?"
"Gone for good gone," he laughs, his smile making my heart swoon.

I'm hit with a wall of emotion.
We're safe again.
The Bureau somewhat trusts us.
There isn't anything to worry about.
There isn't a constant threat right outside our fence.
Thomas will be safe.
Our little family is safe.

My breath almost leaves me at my next thought, and the words fall from my lips without any control.
"We can try for a baby now," I feel tears in my eyes as I look up at Tobias.
He nods, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

"I never thought I was going to be able to say that, yet alone think it," I say and Tobias leans down, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Great news just in time for the holidays," he smiles, brushing a tear from my cheek that I didn't even notice was forming.
"I love you, Beatrice," he says and I smile.
"I love you too," I say, following with my lips meeting his, the same passion as moments ago sparking within us once again.

It's been hard to become passionate with all the stress of life in this city. It's been easier for our friends, or even just normal citizens to shut out the world around and go on with life. As for Tobias and I, it was harder because of not only my history with the Bureau, but also his job causing him to be right in the middle of the scenario.
The idea that this worry— this severe anxiety, is over, so easily helps me loose myself in the current passion.
His lips to mine, his hands barely grazing under my shirt, the pads of my fingers running over his toned torso, his scent— so easily I am lost.
I'm gone.
For the first time in a while, it's a good kind of gone.
Not gone in paranoia, not trying to shut out the world around me.
I am here and so is he.
Together we make our own world, and together we will get lost in it.

He lifts me off the ground, our lips never missing a beat as he carries me to the bedroom. Quietly he presses his back to the door, and I hear it shut with a confident click. I feel him walking across the room with me still grasped in his arms.

I don't care where he carries me, as long as he doesn't stop kissing and touching me like this.

I feel myself being lowered to the bed, first my behind hitting the mattress, then I'm laid back onto my back. His hands never leave my skin the whole time, and the only time they do is when he lifts up my shirt to toss it on the floor, along with his own.

He still is in regular clothes from his meeting, making my life much harder when it comes to undressing him. He is able to slide off my pajama pants without me even raising my bottom from the mattress, while I barely can get the zipper done on his jeans. The fact that they are only getting tighter on him the more we kiss really doesn't help me either.

I wouldn't call that a bad problem to have, though...

Giving me a hand, he kicks off his shoes, then removes his pants the rest of the way. I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips as I take in the sight of him. It's been quite some time since we've done more than heated kisses, and my whole body is tingling at the idea of being with him once again.

I also can't help myself when I reach down and gently wrap my hand around his member, gaining a sexy groan from him. It stands straight out, a small amount of fluid leaking from the top.

"I might come right now if you keep touching me like that, Tris," he mumbles, running his hand across my right breast, taking a moment to roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'm barely touching you, Tobias," I mumble back, nibbling on his earlobe.

"You turn me on that easily, baby," he rolls us over, situating us closer to the middle of the bed and no longer near the edge. "I love you, so freaking much."

I don't respond, but I do press my lips back to his, letting my hands rest on either side of his face as his hand moves down to cup my ass. Almost out of reflex, I flex my hips upwards towards his as he squeezes lightly.

We kiss for a while, our tongues mixing as our hands explore the other's body as if we have never seen them nude before. Tobias settles in my neck for a few minutes, peppering kisses all over the skin there.

"Are you sure you don't want me to use protection? How long have you been off your birth control?"

"Two weeks, and as long as you're ready for another kid possibly, then yes," our eyes meet as I speak and he smiles.

I spread my legs, allowing him to situate himself between them as he comes up to kiss me. Blindly and expertly he pushes his length inside of me in one thrust, our lips not separating the entire time.

I shakily exhale, an extreme euphoric feeling taking me over as he pulls out and pushes in again slowly. He turns his kisses back to my neck, clearly taking the cue that I need my mouth to breathe.

"You good?" I barely hear him through the passion causing ringing in my ears.

"Fuck, of course I am," I moan, lifting my hips to meet his in the middle.

As if he can read my mind, he speeds up the pace of his thrusts. His one hand grips my breast as the other steadies himself on my hip. I brace myself with one hand on the bed, my other resting on his hip. I feel him begin to swell as the same time that I feel my peak coming closer.

His thrusts get harder and I push my hips up even harder to try and create more friction. Without thinking, I reach my hand between us to stimulate my clit, just knowing the smallest amount of touch would push me over the edge.

A possessive growl comes from him, the sound alone making my walls clench around him slightly. He pushes his hand between us, pushing my hand out of the way to replace mine with his own on my clit.

Almost instantly I loose myself, my orgasm building and crashing over before I even saw it coming. I grip his hair, my breath coming in gasps as I feel him begin to spill inside of me with a groan.

He slowly thrusts a few more times before removing himself from inside of me, laying on his back next to me and breathing equally as heavy.

Once we both catch our breaths, I roll over and curl into his frame. He pulls up the comforter, covering both of us with it, then wraps his arm around me.

The last thing I remember is feeling his lips on top of my head, him mumbling that he loves me.

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