Allison's eyes widened a little, but she nodded...she was vaguely surprised because Tris found the words for it: it feels right. On her lips, it didn't sound weak or trite or insufficient.
It was perfect.
That perfection bloomed in her chest with a sudden, sweet ache as she felt Tris's place in her heart sort of settle and click home. Tris's features in the dark, smooth and unmarred by fear or worry were another beautiful secret that belonged to her alone, and she felt suddenly greedy for it.
"It feels right." she echoed, punctuating the words with another kiss...longer, greedier...and paused to look into her eyes again. "It feels like..."
Like you're mine.
They were scary, heavy words, but Allison wasn't afraid of them. They just felt too large to say just yet, too immense for this small, safe place they'd made in the dark together...so she let them rest, settle in her mind and her heart as she kissed Tris again, a hand sliding out of her hair to caress her cheek, her neck, her collarbone...
Breaking the kiss, Allison leaned in, pressing her cheek against Tris's for a moment just to breathe in the smell of soap and skin and something sweeter, something that was just Tris, then bowed her head as her hand gently pushed aside the neck of her shirt...just enough so she could lay a soft, reverent kiss against each of the three crows tattooed just below her clavicle.
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It was perfect.
That perfection bloomed in her chest with a sudden, sweet ache as she felt Tris's place in her heart sort of settle and click home. Tris's features in the dark, smooth and unmarred by fear or worry were another beautiful secret that belonged to her alone, and she felt suddenly greedy for it.
"It feels right." she echoed, punctuating the words with another kiss...longer, greedier...and paused to look into her eyes again. "It feels like..."
Like you're mine.
They were scary, heavy words, but Allison wasn't afraid of them. They just felt too large to say just yet, too immense for this small, safe place they'd made in the dark together...so she let them rest, settle in her mind and her heart as she kissed Tris again, a hand sliding out of her hair to caress her cheek, her neck, her collarbone...
Breaking the kiss, Allison leaned in, pressing her cheek against Tris's for a moment just to breathe in the smell of soap and skin and something sweeter, something that was just Tris, then bowed her head as her hand gently pushed aside the neck of her shirt...just enough so she could lay a soft, reverent kiss against each of the three crows tattooed just below her clavicle.