Electi (discontinued)

Capitulum 6

His lips moved expertly over hers; he wasn't as new to kissing as she was. It was magical. Two minds merging into one as she basically melted in his arms. He sucked furiously and nibbled gently on her lips, giving each of them equal attention.

She felt light-headed and lightweight as she let him kiss her, never once responding with a kiss of her own. Oh, she should have asked Trypha what to do with her hands during a kiss.

Tris sensed her dilemma and whispered coarsely on her lips, "Follow your instincts." Decidedly, she dug her fingers into his soft hair and moaned. Typical of him to have baby-soft skin, she mused, her fingers brushing on his skin.

When she began to respond, his hand cupped the back of her neck, the other straying under her warm shirt. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth and she shivered slightly, so warm and so cold.

She arched toward him, wanting more, needing more. "It's a wonder you're not my girlfriend," he whispered on her lips once more. His fingers grazed the underside of her bosom and she realized something. Something that shamed her and made her feel like a fool.

"You jerk!" She yelled, suddenly outraged, shoving at his chest, close to tears.

"Beck, calm down," he suggested softly, more breathless than he would ever have admitted. He grabbed her wrists to calm her, then released one and used his free hand to hold her chin in his thumb and forefinger. "What is it?"

"You idiot, I've heard you use those lines on Ana. How could I be so stupid?" She twisted her wrist and broke his grip. Shooting up, she began to pace, her fingers massaging her brows.

"But Beck—"

"Shut up, Tris. Not. A. Word. I swear I just came for popcorn and a movie. I didn't sign up for this." The last part of her statement was to herself, but he heard it anyway.

"So you don't feel the same way?" He sort of deflated, his face falling.

"Of course I do. As a matter of fact, I'm the only one that feels this way. I'm not like your little girlfriends, Tris. You don't just pounce on me and start kissing me like that, Tris. You forget, I saw you with Ana today."

"Yeah," he dragged out, raking his hair. "About that... Look Beck, I'm sorry—"

Her eyes darkened even further as her hand began to glow red. "And secondly," she cut in, "what was all that about me being 'the right person'? If you knew that, why didn't you tell me instead of being the douche you are? We've been friends forever, Tris. I thought that would mean something."

"It does, Beck. It does." He looked at her hand that fire had begun to emanate from and he froze. Was she that upset? "Beck, you need to calm down."

"That's another thing. Don't tell me to calm down, Tris. Never tell me to calm down." She clenched her fist and the flame disappeared. She hadn't even known it was there.

"All right, I won't. But at least let's sit and talk about this. Please," he added when she looked like she might refuse.

Sighing in exasperation—and with quaking nerves—she gestured for him to speak.

He searched his brain for at least a few words with which he would use to express himself, redeem himself if he must, but none came. He never actually had to explain himself to anyone before, not even to her, because she'd always seemed to understand him, so he felt a little odd. "I'm sorry I... I—"

"Yeah, I thought so too." She half smiled and half grimaced. Standing up, she straightened her clothes and walked towards his bed to wear her shoes.

When he would have said something, Beck raised a finger and shook her head. "See you at school tomorrow. Eight am sharp. Don't be late," she said quietly, walking out the door.