[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]

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.

[priordivergence]

I don't mean to, but the sudden touch and then its removal make me whine a little, an instinctive sound that I cant suppress. When he touches me again, even slightly, that electric feeling increases and I'm only vaguely aware that I'm nodding quickly. Yes.

[silenttrainbaby]

Yes, then. Good. Grey lifts his head to watch her face, to figure out when to touch her and how.

Here? Is this good?

Here?

[priordivergence]

I'm biting my lip again, unable to stop myself from jerking forward on his hand, chasing after the sensation.

[silenttrainbaby]

Good, then. There. Watching her face closely, Grey rubs, attuned to anything that may cause her pain. That is the last thing she wants to do.

[priordivergence]

There's no pain, no discomfort. I lean up to kiss Grey, hoping to smother the noise I'm making, high pitched and embarrassing.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's a beautiful sound; seeming to cut right through to Grey's groin. He gasps against her mouth, Tris's movement increasing the pressure of his fingers.

[priordivergence]

The increase of pressure makes me kiss harder, making me feel something like desperation, like I have to move closer, feel more, and all of it now. It's all giving in to instinct, to selfish urges, making me shake.

[silenttrainbaby]

As the angle changes, so does Grey's touch. He gasps again against her mouth, his fingers curving, curling, slipping inside her, even as his hips jerk seeking friction, seeking something.

[priordivergence]

It takes me a second to realize that I'm nodding and the voice saying "Yes" is my own. I hitch my hips down, urging his touch further. The same gesture pushesmy knee up further, pressing it further against him.

[silenttrainbaby]

It might almost seem like Grey is in pain the way his face contorts. But it isn't pain; it's pleasure, coupled with intense concentration. He rubs his fingers in and out, the movement mimicking his hips against her leg.

[priordivergence]

Pressure is building up in me, in a way that verges on overwhelming but still urges me on. That pleasure makes me bold, rubbing my leg up against him a little faster, encouraging him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Head lifted just enough to meet Tris's eyes, Grey groans - the loudest noise he makes, but it still sounds choked - as his orgasm takes him. He can feel himself spill on her leg, his fingers curling more in the heat of the moment.

[priordivergence]

Something about it, the sight of him and the sheer raw need that has him spilling across my skin, makes me feel powerful. Like I might be beautiful, sensual, after all. The change of his touch makes me choke on my own breath, something deep and intense thudding through me.

[silenttrainbaby]

He can feel her clench around his fingers, and Grey whines out another sound, going still, his face nestling in her neck.

Oh. He feels good.

[priordivergence]

Involuntarily, my hips jerk, my mind hazed with the tension and sensation and wanting it more and more, beyond reason or words.

I lean up, hanging on for a kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Eyes open, Grey watches her as the kiss breaks. That was -

He keeps his hand there, over where she's warm and wet, and he gives Tris the smallest of smiles.

[priordivergence]

My breathing is still a little ragged, even as I smile back at him. Slowly, I sprawl back, beckoning Grey to lie with me.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's easy to curl against her, half around her. Grey takes a deep breath and relaxes some, warm and comfortable. He does, though, realize something and he leans over he with an apologetic grimace to grab his shirt, wipe up her leg.

Then he settles again.

[priordivergence]

I flash him a quick smile and drop my head back down, tucking into the side of the couch so that he has room to. We're both of us small and skinny things. We fit just fine.

[silenttrainbaby]

The position gives them a chance to look at each other. Grey traces her cheek with his fingers.