As her hand slid across Allison's belly, she remembered those same fingers, touching her so gently now, wrapped around her shoulders like a vise to hold her under the water...the same fingers that kept her upright when she emerged, the fingers that held a crossbow with such confidence and grace that it made her envious.

She knew, now, that it wasn't envy that made her chest so tight. It wasn't jealousy that stole her breath and made it hard to think...it was such a fine line, one she didn't know she was crossing until it was too late and Tris became the rock on which she stood.

Shifting a little, Allison sat up slowly, tugging Tris with her...and as the weight of her body shifted, she forgot how to breathe for just a moment as she sat back, Tris's leg trapped beneath her and teasing with a friction that made her so warm she didn't need covers, so warm that Tris's fingers almost felt cool...

Allison watched her hands drift back down to Tris's waist, letting her hands slip down over her hips for just a second as she scooted closer, pulling her in...and this time her breath caught audibly as their bodies drew nearer, as her hands slid back up and under Tris's top to curl around her waist, thumbs caressing her bare stomach.

Lifting her gaze, she watched Tris's face as she finally caught the hem of her shirt and slowly started to drag it up and off over her head.