This chapter begins in chapter 11 of For Years to Come, then directly ties in at this bold period located in that chapter. Begin over there to avoid confusion (:

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He is laying on the bed and is still in his clothes from today. He sets down his phone when I sit down on the bed, the mattress dipping to my side the slightest bit as I swing my legs up, allowing my crutch to rest on the table next to my bed.
I lay on my back, knowing that he's facing me. I run my hands over my forehead and let my hands rest over my head.
I've been missing being close to him. The kissing, the touching, the meaningless nothings: they've all been at a minimum while I was at the hospital.
I can tell he's unsure of my state.
The truth is that I am fine. Of course, he probably is too scared to touch me and break me.
I've missed him in more ways than one.
Of course, I missed him because he is my husband and my other half. I love him.
In another way, my body has missed him. I've missed the small touches, the closeness, the kissing like we had this morning.

Finally, I had a few bits of this back yesterday and today.
These few little bits have left me extremely horny, and I'm almost embarrassed to admit it.

"Can we pick up where we left off this morning?" I ask as I roll over, my voice small.

I just want more.
I know somewhere deep down he wants more as well, but he's too concerned about me to show it.

"Tris, you've only been home two days. I don't want to hurt you or your leg—"
"You won't." I press my lips to his, hoping he will relax.
"Please," he stops my kiss. "If you feel at all fatigued or in pain, tell me, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, now kiss me dammit." I forcefully press my lips to his, overwhelmed in a good when when he meets me with an equal amount of force. My hands find their way under his shirt, immediately pulling it off. I run my hands over his bare chest, moaning quietly as his hand moves behind my head and his tongue teases mine.

We kiss, changing positions various times before his hand slowly creeps up my shirt. He cups my bare breast and I moan to encourage him.
I want him.
God, I want him so badly.

I roll on top of him, laying with my hands on his chest and my legs straddling his torso like I did this morning.
Unlike this morning, now I feel him growing hard below me. I teasingly move my hips a little, causing him to suck in air between his teeth.
I don't stop kissing him as I mess with the buckle of his pants. He does the same to mine, except I have more success, and he raises his butt to allow me to remove his pants.
I sigh, resting my hand over his member which lies in his boxers. He shivers, bringing my lips back to his as he pushes my shorts below my ass. I kick them off, being gentle with my left leg, then return to him by grinding my hips on his upper stomach.
He sexually groans, gripping my ass as I move my core along him, both our underwear still on. I return my lips to his, my lust overwhelming me completely as I feel myself dripping for him.

His hand finds its way up my shirt again in search of my breast.
"Take it off," I manage to get out between kisses. Our lips separate for just seconds as he takes off my shirt, throwing it with his somewhere in the room.

As I move, he slowly works his hands under the fabric that covers me, rubbing the sensitive skin below. I lift my knees so he is able to completely remove the fabric, and then I am left bare.
I feel myself tiring out from grinding on him, and as if he can read my mind he flips us over so now he hovers over me. Pressing his lips to mine, he slowly nibbles his way back to my ear, making me groan.
I move my hands along his toned back, feeling each of the factions symbols although I cannot see them. He kisses down to my neck and a gasp I didn't know I was holding in comes from my mouth.
"I love you," he mumbles against my skin as he kisses lower, making his way to my right breast. He doesn't waste any time and latches onto my nipple, teasing it with his teeth gently and rolling it between his soft lips.
"I've missed your touch," I moan, breaking my sentence. "On my body." I exhale, his hand going to my left breast and squeezing to the verge of it being painful. He runs my nipple between his fingers, then rolls it with his thumb. I feel a flash of pain when he pinches it with a little too much pressure, but all I can do is moan in pleasure.

"I've missed your body," his voice is deep and it turns me on even more. "Squirming below me, just like you are now." He places open kisses from my stomach back to my left breast, latching onto the nipple for only a second before immediately returning to my lips.

"I need you to take me, Tobias," I moan, breaking the kiss. "Take off your boxers and take me."

"I don't know if I will be able to turn back once I take them off. God, you're so sexy," he squeezes my bare hip, rubbing dangerously close to my folds.
"Good, then take them off," I moan, trying to reach the elastic of the boxers. He obliges, removing the fabric and leaving his member bare in front of me.
I gently wrap it in my hands, rubbing the top just the slightest bit, making him shiver and stiffen even more.
He presses his body against me, our lips meeting aggressively as our hands wander around the other's body.
I want him to fill me.
I want to feel the painful stretch of him entering me.
I'm so turned on, my body literally feels like it will take any pain and explode in pleasure.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear, helping me spread my legs as he nestles his body between them.
I feel myself shaking in sexual tension and lust. He rubs from my thighs into the center of my legs, teasing me by barely touching the outside.

I buck my hips upwards toward his hand, the motion making my left leg ache in disagreement. I relax back down, his fingers exploring my folds and rubbing a circle on my clit.
"Tobias—" I moan his name, my voice not sounding like mine.
"Yes, love?"
"Stop stalling and and fill me already!" I bring his lips up to mine, feeling around with my hands to try and locate his shaft.

I never locate it because it is in his hand, already rubbing the tip up and down my very lubricated labia. An uncontrolled moan comes from my lips, and I feel as if I could scream from sexual frustration.
It's been way too long since he and I have had sex.
"Come on!" I move my hips, searching for some friction as he continues to just rub the tip up and down my entrance.
"Slow down, Tris," he says like he did to me in the hospital.
"I don't want to! I want you to push inside me now." I moan, feeling him push a little harder but still not enough.

"Be rough, Tobias! I want your dick inside me—" I moan, loosing my words at the end.

"Hm," he teases, removing the tip completely from my mound. I almost scream in frustration, wanting a climax and to be filled with his flesh so badly.
"Why are you doing this?" I beg, throwing my head back before bringing it back to meet his eyes. "Haven't you missed sex as much as I have?" I sigh, pressing my forehead to his. His one hand moves to roll my left nipple again, his other hand returning to his member, placing the tip back at my entrance.
His hand moves from my nipple to my waist, as if to support me in some way. I feel myself tremor as I sweat.
I want him so fucking badly.

"Take me roughly, I need you," I moan, feeling like I cannot wait another second.
"Tobias— ugh!" My back arches up, feeling him enter me in one swift thrust. His eyes lock with mine and he pulls out again before thrusting back in with an equal amount of strength.

"Yes," I moan, feeling the closeness I have wanted for so long. I don't mind the painful throbs of my walls as he pushes in and out of me. It all converts to pleasure as he moves his hips forcefully back and forth against mine.

"It's been way too long since we've done this," he grunts out and I caress his face that drips in sweat.

I cannot find words to respond, and all I do is screech and moan in a painful pleasure.
His thrusts begin to slow, but he only manages to dig deeper inside of me with each push of his hips.
Each time our bodies collide the sound of forceful friction and moving fluids fills the room. I can not control the sounds that leave my mouth as he sighs and grunts, clearly having worked up tension just like me.

I didn't expect our first time being together like this since I came home being like this; being so, rough.
"Ugh, Tobias!" I moan, feeling my insides tingle and my walls beginning to tighten around him. My back rises from the bed as I feel myself slowly letting go.
He does not loose his rate of impaling me when he snakes a hand between our hips and allows his thumb to find my clit.
All he does is press lightly on it and I completely loose myself.

I crash in a wave, my walls becoming to tight around him that he struggles to continue thrusting. I screech through my closed teeth, my whole body feeling pleasingly numb as I feel him whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I feel as if I am stuck in the high forever, my mouth stuck open and my walls not releasing his shaft as he releases inside of me.
He falls before I do, his body relaxing and his head falling onto my shoulder. My walls continue to contract in orgasm around him as I come down from my climax.
Eventually we both calm down enough that he finally pulls out of my vagina, rolling onto his back as he continues to be out of breath.
I curl to his side, my head on his sweaty chest as I feel myself still lightly contracting from the violation to my region.
"I love you," he kisses my forehead, pulling my naked form closer to him.
"I love you too," I press my lips to his jaw just as we fall asleep in each other's arms.