[Greytris AU]

[priordivergence]

I'm standing there in my kitchen, trying to remind Grey of the drinks we've left cooling on the counter, but I can't quite fish out the words as he reaches up and touches my jaw. For long, painful seconds, all I can think of is the last person who cradled me like this, who watched my face with quiet understanding. I miss Tobias. I miss Christina and Uriah and knowing who I was. Maybe it had been an illusion of understanding, but it had been something.

I stare at Grey now, feeling like I'm on the precipice of something dangerous.

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[silenttrainbaby]

This kind of kiss is new. And Grey likes it a lot. As it seems to deepen, he realizes his hips are rocking, his hands gripping her hips, her ribs.

[priordivergence]

The movement of his hips, the insistence of it, provokes a gasp from me. The clarity of it, of how much he wants, surprises me.

That I want too surprises me even more. I grind my hips down against his, ading to the friction.

[silenttrainbaby]

That elicits the smallest of gasps from the back of Grey's throat. The meat of his palms brush the sides of her breasts again; the softness draws him. He cups his hands around them.

[priordivergence]

The touch, his exploration of me, draws shivers across my skin again. My stomach twists again, practicality warring with desire in me. I can feel his need against me and it spurs me on, making me grab his wrist and hurrying his hand lower, resting against the band of my pants.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's breath catches. He blinks to look at her face as he quickly flicks open the button. His fingertips brush her skin. He doesn't undo the zipper, though, pulling at the tie of his sweatpants instead.

[priordivergence]

I sit back for a second, watching him, what he does. Leaning against the backing of the couch, I splay my bandaged hand over his chest, tracing a thumb along the shape of his muscles and bones.

[silenttrainbaby]

The pressure on the excitement in his hips draws another groan. But Grey only shifts a little, caught instead by looking up at her, at feeling her touch. He arches into it, almost instinctively even as he reaches for the hem of her shirt.

Nakedness. Another luxury.

[priordivergence]

I raise my arms, knowing that this will expose the scrapes and bruises all over again. I'm not pretty, I know that, but it's especially true today.

I'll let him decide if he still wants me, even though I'm a mess of bruises.

[silenttrainbaby]

She is pretty, though. What she is inside shows outside.

The shirt is tossed aside and Grey sees scrapes and bruises, sure, but he also sees how strong she is, how good.

His hands cover her breasts, palms warm over the thin scrap of material.

[priordivergence]

His hands and their long fingers nearly cover me up and I can feel the warmth seeping into me. His touches make my skin rise up in goosebumps, more sensitive than I could have guessed.

It makes the heat worse, tightening inside me. Again, I grab one of his hands and slide it down my chest and stomach, pushing his fingers inside the waistband my pants and underwear.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's warmer there. Grey keeps his eyes on her face as he turns his hand, slipping it lower.

He feels hair there, coarser. She can feel his desire jump.

[priordivergence]

Still careful, I move my right hand down, palming the erection through his pants. I sigh, shifting my hips to slide my loose clothes a little further down.

Maybe...

"Can we just..." I have to stop, breathe until I can form words. "Just touch for now? Like this?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Of course; Grey nods.

He slips out from under her, letting her lie back, taking pressure off her wrists. Even then his pants fall down and he steps out of them, un-self-consciously naked. Then he can work to get her pants and underwear of, touch gentle.

[priordivergence]

The change in pressure is very good, taking some of the discomfort from my hands and bruises.

My mind flashes back again to my fear landscape and the fears of intimacy. They seem far away now.

[silenttrainbaby]

When her clothes are away, Grey looks down at her.

She's beautiful.

It's his turn to lie over her now, careful.

She's so warm.

[priordivergence]

There's something unexpected in his look, something warm, gentler than I would have expected of him. I bend up and kiss him again.

[silenttrainbaby]

Tris's body against his has Grey struggling a little more to breathe. He can't help how his hips move, how he seems to be rocking against her.

That isn't what she wanted, he knows and he slips just a little to the side, a leg over hers, a hand covering a breast as he kisses her.

Even this, just this!, feels good.

[priordivergence]

It's as thrilling as it is startling, the way he grinds against me, what he wants evident. I've never thought I could inspire that in someone. It thrills me just as much to realize I'm not scared.

I look up at him and raise my splinted hand to touch his face.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's easy to lean into the touch, to nuzzle his cheek against her hand even as he kneads her breast, feels the warmth of her skin.

[priordivergence]

More and more, I'm wishing I'd had the resolve to stop while my clothes were still on and run down to the pharmacy. Now my head is fuzzy with the immediacy, of how much I want his touch.

Shifting a little, I press my thigh up between his legs.

[silenttrainbaby]

That earns a soft, choked sound. The friction has Grey dropping his head to Tris's shoulder. Even then, he can feel her nipple harden; he toys with it, wanting her to feel like he feels.

[priordivergence]

It provokes a noise from me too, even as I catch my lip in my teeth. Again, those little thrills that travel down my skin and spark into arousal. Slowly, because I don't want to jerk up and hurt him, I press my leg further against his erection, encouraging the thrust of his hips.

[silenttrainbaby]

Another gasp and Grey nearly ruts against her leg. Instinct has him reaching down; he wants more, needs more, but he stops, hand hovering for a moment before nimble fingers skim between Tris's legs instead.

He's never touched a girl before, doesn't know what to do. He does hope that he doesn't hurt her.

[priordivergence]

I nod, encouraging the snap of his hips, the touch of his fingers. All of it threatens to overwhelm me in a way that, increasingly, I realize I want.

[silenttrainbaby]

The wetness there has Grey pulling his fingers back momentarily, brows creasing in confusion. But he touches here again; the slick makes it easier to move his fingers, to feel. The skin there seems sensitive; he's careful, his own needs, for the moment, forgotten.