"Cause baby, I found love where it wasn't supposed to be; right in front of me, standing close to me."
Tobias:
Despite the pounding in my body which begs for a longer kiss, I rapidly pull away the very second our lips collide, my eyes wide with fear while a scorching heat blisters my body.
Tris bites the inside of her cheek, her breathing faltering as she realizes what she had just done. I can't necessarily complain, hell, can I kiss her again? Properly?
"I-uh-holy shit, I'm so sorry," She exclaims while taking her hands off of my chest, flying to cover her mouth as her face turns beet red. "Jesus Christ, why'd I do that? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"
Shock still ravishing my frame, despite Tris rambling continuously, all I can do it stand there in utter prosperity. Her lips are soft.
Do I kiss her again? Do I not kiss her?
My mind begins racing uncontrollably to the point where all I can do is allow my breath to stop altogether. All I do is hold my breath.
I hold my breath the second that I take her hands in mine, rubbing circles in her palm with my thumb, adrenaline coursing my veins like electricity. Snow pours heavily now, covering my bare arms in the freezing cold. I should be freezing. I should go inside.
I should take her with me, I guess.
Leaning my back against the door frame as I wedge it open with my heel, I watch as Tris averts her eyes to the tendons running down my palms and scaling onto my wrists.
"It's getting cold, do you want to come inside? Nobody's home," I mumble with a quick nod, attempting my absolute best try to remain calm despite the urge which is ripping me apart to kiss her.
It's literally a feeling of skin pulling away from each other, like somebody is slowly ripping my body to shreds.
Tris coughs nervously before adjusting the beanie on her head, her full-fledged winter gear having shifted from her movement.
"I-I guess so, I don't want to bother you, though," She replies gently as I rub my hands over my arms from the cold, sweat sticking my shirt to my back. "Also, what about the chef? Isn't he going to be curious—"
"I'll tell Brosnan that we're working on a project or something."
After several moments of hesitation, she nods gently before entering the house. I almost immediately shut the door because I don't want anymore freezing air drifting into the heat placed throughout the floor.
My eyes avert down to hers as I notice how heavy her breathing as she stares at her palms, cheeks flushed in a crimson red which spreads over her body—well I don't know if that's actually true considering she's wearing about twenty layers of winter clothing.
"Take your coat off, you're going to melt," I tease as the two of us walk down the empty hallway, Tris staring at the photographs which frame the gray walls.
As a wafting smell of soup fills the air, I peer my head into the kitchen, watching as Brosnan chimes away at a cooking book, his bald head shining underneath the light fixture.
"Hello, who's this?" He questions as Tris stands in the doorway, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. A smile creeps up on her face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Tris," She replies while gnawing on the inside of her cheek, shivering from the cold that she was absorbed in.
"Brosnan," He notes. I grimace as Brosnan turns his attention towards me, his jet black eyes terrifying me.
"Tobias is she your–"
Before he can finish the sentence, I'm already holding onto Tris and rushing up the stairs, away from questions because those are the last thing I want. The dark stairs are slippery under my feet, causing Tris to release a quick giggle as I stumble.
"School project!" I shout from upstairs.
Bringing ourselves into my bedroom, Tris sets herself beside me on the grey desk chair while observing the atmosphere around her.
"Jesus, you own a big house, Tobias..." Her voice gets carried away by wonder, meanwhile, I sit with my hands placed in my lap.
She stares at the bookshelves lining my navy walls, notebooks scattered across the large bed, posters of rock bands pinned everywhere.
I want to kiss her.
I really want to kiss her.
As Tris slowly brings her stormy eyes towards mine, I'm suddenly greeted with the memory of when we first encountered; me bumping into her and getting the warmest gesture in return–shouting and kicking.
Before that day, every minute of my life was the same as the next—filled with irritability and relentless, monotone expressions. But then, as fucking cliche as it sounds, walking right into my life and caused a goddamn hurricane and started to complete me–to wake me up from the everlasting nightmare.
Her presence is honestly delightfully a blessing, but also, the worst gift I've ever received. And somehow, someway, through all the ignorant snapping and witty comments, I was intrigued. She caught my attention and now I'm so far drifted off that I don't know how to wake up; I can't tell if this is a dream or reality.
I want this to be real, though. It has to be.
These past six months of getting to know her have been infinitely memorable. Even if our friendship fades away, which I hope never does, the stupid yet beautiful moments we shared together will always stay with me. She changed me.
Tris Prior is the reason that I'm here, allowing myself to receive the warmth people give me, allowing myself to give people that in return.
"Haven't you been up here before?" I ask as I attempt to get rid of my Nicholas Sparks-like thoughts, watching as her eyes leap across my face as I plop down on my bed.
Shaking her head, Tris reaches her long fingers up to thread into her golden hair, which spills out on her shoulders and down her back.
Quirking up an eyebrow, she replies, "remember what happened? Brosnan caught me and then I ran outside? Into the treehouse?"
Immediately washed over my a wave of nostalgia, I laugh shortly in memory of when she was so close to punching me the day after.
"I-I'm sorry," she blurts, her eyes drifting downwards. She bites her lip, staring at her fiddling thumbs in what seems like an attempt to avoid eye contact with me.
"Sorry? For what?"
She shifts in her seat and my attention is drawn to her unusually stiff posture. What's wrong with her?
"For-uh-for what happened earlier," she mumbles. Immediately, I understand what she is talking about, and I'm admittedly taken aback. I don't want her to be sorry or regret kissing me, I want to do it again.
I need her to say it, though. I need her to tell me exactly why she's sorry, even if I already know.
"What do you mean?"
She stares at my jaw, a short strand of hair falling over her eyes, as her bottom lip wobbles in the slightest.
I need her to look me in the eye and say it.
"I'm sorry for kissing you," she whispers hesitantly, burying her face in her hands.
Don't be.
She's not sorry.
Before I know what I'm doing, I get up and walk towards her. Kneeling down, I pull away her hands from her face and lace them with mine taking a shaky breath in preparation for what I'm about to do.
Tris stares at me in confusion as I lean my forehead against hers, and she gasps at the close proximity.
"You know, I was always taught that lying is bad."
"What?"
"You're not sorry," I whisper, pulling back to press a kiss to her cheek.
"What?"
"I said, you're not sorry." I like you, a lot.
And then my lips are on hers in our second kiss—the one I thought I'd only get to dream off. I smile in relief against her lips when she kisses me back, pulling me closer, showing me that she only apologised because she didn't know if I felt the same. She was afraid of rejection.
Maybe she's falling in love with me like I am with her.
It starts off slow with her hands shaking against my cheeks, and my arms firm on her hip. But then I feel her palms tighten around my face, and for sure, we come alive. Before we know it, my arms enclose around her waist, causing her to slowly to fall on the bed.
The sound of her back hitting the mattress causes a thump, and I can sense the shiver coursing down my spine as she sets her hands on the bare skin under my shirt.
"You're right, I'm not sorry," She mumbles incoherently as she tugs at the hem of my shirt, the both of us trying to take mine off without seperating our lips.
A smile of achievement falls on my face as the shirt slips right over my head, falling onto the floor, just as my cold palms press just under the bottom of her sweater. Are we actually going to have sex?
Considering the fact that Tris came wearing a good ten layers of clothing to keep herself warm, I can tell it'll take a while to undress her, if we even make it that far.
And undoubtedly, we obviously don't get to the point of her clothes being removed.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Marcus.
a/n
wow guys it happened!
pri and i are so so so so sorry for not updating in a while. she's super busy with school (bc she lives in india and it's like april there) and i was on vacation so i didnt have time to update any of my stories.
but now, im currently working on an update for Splatter and Cordiality, also an update for Complex—the fanfic on my backup account, so a LOT of updates are coming soon xD
anyways, yeaahhh, a kiss! finally.
comment your thoughts? bc like, pri and i could use some feedback to make the next few chapters amazing for you guys considering this fanfic is ending soon :(
ily little marshmallows!
good luck to everyone who's going back to school, or just started school. i start on tuesday and im scared as fuckkk
haha okay, bye for now
christina