[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]

Reaching a hand down, he urges her legs around his hips; it enhances the connection. He starts to move, just as slowly as he pushed in, letting both of them feel each inch of the push and drag.

[priordivergence]

I nod, gripping his hips tightly so that it will leave little marks in his skin but not enough to really hurt him. I value marks, I understand that now. Bruises, tattoos, the little crescents of my nails on Grey's skin. They all have meaning.

[silenttrainbaby]

They do. Soon, Grey will get another tattoo: Tris's name. Now, though, the bite of her touch, even dull, urges him deeper, his hips snapping just that little bit.

[priordivergence]

The change is sudden, but pleasurable, and I scrape my nails up his back in encouragement. Yes. Keep going.

[silenttrainbaby]

Another gasp, another thrust of Grey's hips. The bed even squeaks a little and everything involved in this feels good.

[priordivergence]

What noises I can provoke from him are always a treat. I feel the bed shake under us and I laugh a little, taking joy in this.

[silenttrainbaby]

This is joy, yes. Safety, warmth, desire and happiness.

Pulling her leg up higher on his hip, Grey keeps moving, a little harder, yes, a little faster, his forehead against hers.

[priordivergence]

I close my eyes, nodding against his forehead. Yes.

"Keep going. Please."

[silenttrainbaby]

So urged, Grey moves. Faster now, harder (but not too hard, never that). He gasps, his cheek against Tris's; he's losing himself in this. In her.

[priordivergence]

I can feel the change, read how he's losing himself in this. In me. I never thought of myself of particularly alluring, but when his eyes lock on me and my own hips jerk, I feel like the most beautiful person in the city.

[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.