[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]

She is the most beautiful girl. To Grey, she is perfect.

He lets her see the pleasure on his face, the need and want.

[priordivergence]

I smile up at him and pull him down for a kiss. Shifting my hips lets me rub against him, chokes me up with sensation. I need him.

[silenttrainbaby]

There are the tiniest sounds lost in the kiss, mewls, gasps. Grey won't last long now; he can't. It feels too good.

[priordivergence]

I know he won't. I can see the changes in his expression that precede it and I kiss him again, moving against him, for more of the friction that sends sparks through me and makes me ache.

[silenttrainbaby]

What it means that Grey can make these small noises here but he can't speak doesn't make much sense and honestly, Grey thinks nothing of it. He's too lost, now in the sensation, managing - just - to get a hand down there, to rub at the place where they meet. He doesn't want Tris to be alone. He doesn't want to be alone, not here, not like this.

[priordivergence]

I wonder if he knows how good it feels, the tremors inside me that force me up for a kiss. Orgasm pushes me just to the edge of too much, but not enough to back me away.

[silenttrainbaby]

When she clenches around him, Grey comes with a gasp, hips slapping jerkily against hers, filling the latex that separates them.

[priordivergence]

I kiss him like he might not be there when I open my eyes, riding the feeling of it through.

[silenttrainbaby]

Panting into the kiss, tasting her breath and how it mingles with his, Grey feels himself gradually come down from the high and he rolls free, to her side, to toss the condom (another lesson they'd learned the first time).

Then he curls against and around her, feeling all he can of her, of them.

[priordivergence]

I mold myself back to him, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. I understand now why they call this intimacy; it's not because of the sex, though there's so much depth to that too. It's the way he breathes out and I breathe in. The way our fingers match, how I want to stay here curled against him.

That's the intimacy.