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"Tobias, it's not even nine yet," I say and he hums, turning around to face me.

"I figured we could cuddle," he shrugs, his voice an innocent tone that makes me laugh, "And besides, the boys were tired, and Tom always goes to bed around now. You wouldn't wanna keep Indy up any longer making noise in the kitchen, would you?"

He sits down on the bed and scoots over next to me. He's only half dressed from the clothes he put on after we got home today.

His hand traces the side of my face, his fingers traveling gently down the scar that goes from my ear to my jaw-- an injury that I actually remember.

I don't think I'll ever forget the woman standing over me, taking the blade from her pocket and dragging it across my skin. She did it to everyone that was a part of Derrick's New York human trafficking program that ripped me from my life. She was stronger than all of us, and she left her mark each time she downed one of us.

I'm snapped back into reality as Tobias presses his lips softly to mine, almost as if mine would shatter if he pressed any harder.

I sigh, relaxing from my thoughts as his other hand loosely wraps around my waist, tracing the skin under my shirt. His fingers are warm and I feel myself get goose bumps as he touches me.

"Of course," he pulls away, his voice thick with lust, "I'm always open for doing more than cuddling. Only if you're up for it though," his eyes meet mine at the end and I know he is worried about my leg.

I don't answer him, I just press my lips to his.

I think he understands what I mean.

It doesn't take long at all for us to loose ourselves in each other. I find myself straddling over him, my arms locking his head where I want it as his hands work on my pants, somehow finding their way to my bare ass in record time. 

"You have no clue what you do to me, Tris," he mumbles against my lips as instinctively I move my hips against his. 

Maybe, sometime in the future when my leg isn't bothering me, we'll try this position. Tonight, I don't think either of us have the patience for something new. 

We separate for a moment so I can maneuver my pants down my sore leg. The whole time Tobias is kissing my bare stomach, my shirt getting lost when we separated. He takes me by surprise once I get my pants off, moving on top of my body and his fingers immediately traveling to my lower lips. I bring my hand to my mouth, stopping myself from moaning loudly as his fingers brush my clit. 

I feel like I could fall apart any second as he rubs small circles with his fingers, his mouth latching onto my right breast. 

"Tobias-- s--" I try to find the words to tell him to stop before I release, but instead I slip into a state of euphoria as my orgasm overtakes me. I feel his lips on my body as the familiar waves of pleasure take over my body. 

I feel him moving over of me as I just start to come back into reality. His fingers leave my entrance for just a moment before they are replaced with the head of his shaft. In one movement he pushes into me, causing both of us to exhale probably a little too loudly. 

I feel myself still contracting from my orgasm moments ago as Tobias picks up his pace. He brings his hand to my breast, rolling my peaked nipple in his thumb and index finger. I kiss as closely as I can to his face, trying to reach his lips but falling short.

His movements slow, but I know he hasn't climaxed yet. Finally my lips find his and together they become a sloppy mix of passion and tongue. I feel his hand traveling down my waist before it makes its way between where we meet. With his thumb he presses down on my clit, rubbing a few times before almost pulling out of me completely. 

What is he--

He pushes into me roughly all at once, continuing to rub with his thumb. The friction and pressure pushes me directly into another orgasm. I think I bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, but I honestly don't know where I end and he begins anymore.

And I like it that way.

So does he.

The next morning we wake very early in a tangled mess and I find myself freezing. I curl into Tobias's side, finding that he is much warmer than I am. He sighs, showing signs that he is awake as well.

He rolls from his stomach to his side before wrapping his arm around my bare waist and forcing me to spoon him. I shudder, his body heat warming me up. 

I didn't realize how actually awake Tobias was, for it takes me more than a few moments to feel his hard on my back and how seductively his hands are moving on my torso.

"Is it too early for a round two?" he mumbles before pressing his lips behind my ear. I lean into him, feeling him more against my back as I move my hips as well.

I jump when I feel his tip at my entrance. Finally I realize that I'm not dreaming, and we are actually having sex the second we woke up from having sex the night before.

From our spooning position he pushes into me and I press my face into the pillow as I moan. I'm not sure if it's the new position that adding some discomfort, or if its the little to no foreplay. He pulls out and pushes back in again, things moving a little smoother as we both wake up. 

Even I'm not really sure how we're making this work. My right leg is bent and resting on him, but he is pushing in me from behind, both of us on our sides. Even as we end up more lubricated, things are still uncomfortable in my lower stomach as he thrusts from this angle.

Yet, somehow it gets the job done. 

We climax together, a mixture of his movements and both of our breaths causing us to collapse into one another. 

 We must fall back asleep like that because the next time I open my eyes we are in the same position but it is a few hours later.