Notes: It figures out of all of the fandoms I'm in the ship with the least amount of stories is the one I decide to write for. Apologies in advance for any mistakes, this is unbeta'd.

The sound of skin hitting skin and skin hitting leather filled the air and mixed with the musky scent of sweat. Tris threw another punch into the punching bag hanging in front of her and pushed a stray hair from her eyes. She was only a few weeks into Dauntless initiation and she was starting to get used to the sore muscles. Eric and Four had the initiates working on their form with punching bags and with a partner.

"That's enough for today," Eric called out from across the room. Tris looked down at her hands and saw that she had split open the skin on her knuckles. She followed Christina and the other initiates over to the center of the room where Eric and Four were standing.

"Tomorrow you'll have off from training, Eric and I both have mandatory meetings to attend," Four said. "The training room will remain open tomorrow, should you wish to continue to work on your form. I highly suggest it, some of you need more practice than others."

Tris grit her teeth together when Four's eyes cut over to her for a few long moments before looking away. The group of initiates started to gather their things, chattering loudly and began to leave the training room when Eric called after them.

"That means you have tonight off to do as you please. Don't go too crazy," he said before he and Four left the room. Christina elbowed Tris in the side, grinning. Tris smiled back at her and started to laugh at the whoops and rowdiness from the other initiates surrounding them. They all started to leave as a group again, some people bumping into Tris as they bounced around excitedly.

After dinner Tris sat on her cot and put a small bandage over her cut on her hand while watching Christina and Will play some kind of hand slapping game that seemed to require speed and bravery. She laughed when either of them pulled away their hands before the other ever made a move to slap their hands down. Other transfer initiates were in the dorm as well, some washing up in the bathroom, and others just sitting around chatting in small groups.

"Ah, you flinched, hah!" Will laughed as he teased Christina. Christina laughed and swapped hand positions with Will, her hands settling palm up and his palm down on top of her hands. Tris watched as they continued to play. She looked up at the sound of beds scraping on the floor and saw Edward, Myra, and Al moving the cots around to make room.

"All right, we're going to play a game since we have the night off," Edward said as he gestured for everyone to come over. "I heard about it from one of the dauntless-born initiates, it's called Candor or Dauntless. You can chose to tell the truth or you can chose to do a dare, and if you refuse then you have to strip off a piece of clothing."

"Yes! C'mon guys," Christina says with a grin and is up pulling Tris and will along with her to the circle before Tris can say anything.

"This'll be good," she says over her shoulder to Tris as they pick a spot in the circle against a concrete column. Christina plops down in the middle of them, with Will and Tris on either side. Al quickly finds a spot next to her.

"We can't play without this," Peter says from across the circle. He's holding up a bottle of amber colored alcohol. He has a wide grin on his face when he says, "Molly and I stole this from the kitchen in the cafeteria."

Peter takes a drink from the bottle before screwing the cap back on and passing the bottle to his left. Tris scrunches up her nose when Christina hands the bottle to her, but drinks from the bottle anyway. The bitter liquid isn't pleasant and she grimaces after swallowing. She hands the bottle to Al on her left. The bottle continues to make its round around the circle as the game begins.

"Let's start," Edward says. He looks around the circle before choosing who to ask first. "Will - Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless!" Will crows with a wide grin. Christina cheers and others around the circle join in.

"All right, I dare you to pants your little flirting buddy Christina," Edward challenges. Christina giggles and tries to defend herself, not really putting too much effort in. Will tackles her playfully, knocking Christina against Tris' side. He wrestles with her for a couple of minutes before resorting to tickling her. He sits up triumphantly with her pants, waving them around over his head before wrapping them around his neck like a scarf. Tris laughs at the smug look on his face as he accepts the bottle from Edward and drinks. Christina pulls the bottle away from him as she sits up.

"Give me that, I'm going to need a lot more of this if I'm going to end up sitting around in my underwear for all of you to ogle me," she says before she takes a long gulp from the bottle. She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand before handing the bottle to Tris again.

The game continues with more dares than truths and a few more people in the circle losing a piece of their clothes and Tris decides that this game is actually kind of fun, even if the alcohol burns her throat as it goes down. She's starting to feel warm and light when Christina's voice cuts through her thoughts.

"Tris! Your turn, Candor or Dauntless?" Christina asks. Tris bites her lip while she weighs her options before answering her friend. If she belongs here, then she shouldn't have a problem doing a dare. But telling the truth can be brave, too.

"Umm, Candor, I guess," Tris answered. Christina clapped her hands before rubbing them together.

"Ok, keep in mind I'll be able to tell if you're lying since I was a Candor!" Christina says in a singsong tone. "Now be honest - have you had any inappropriate thoughts about someone since you've been here?"

Tris felt her cheeks heat up and she picked at the hem of her shirt. She couldn't lie, especially if Christina saw her blushing. She took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes," she said simply, raising her chin slightly even though she felt herself blushing more when she heard some whistles and laughing from the opposite side of the circle where Peter and his friends sat. Tris turned in their direction and narrowed her eyes at the group. She was getting sick of their teasing and bullying. "Peter, Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless," Peter said without hesitation, his eyes flashing. Tris hesitated for a moment, deciding what to challenge him with.

"I dare you to streak through the Pit," Tris said, crossing her arms over her chest. Peter stood up and swept into a bow before pulling off his shirt and toeing off his shoes, looking Tris directly in the eye before quickly undoing the button and zipper on his pants and pulling them off with his briefs in one quick motion and standing to his full height, locking eyes with her again. Tris grit her teeth together, regretting her choice for a dare. Peter wasn't afraid to streak, he probably didn't hate his body the same way that hers shamed her. Peter ran off with Edward and Al jogging behind him to make sure he completed his dare.

When they returned Peter got dressed again and the game went on. Tris thought about what her parents would think of her daring a boy to undress in front of her and a group of people. In Abnegation it was rare for her to even see her parents holding hands, let alone show much affection towards each other publicly. A game like this would never be played in Abnegation. Christina's voice interrupts her thoughts and brings her back to the game the group is playing.

"Let's up the ante a little, this is getting boring," she says. She takes the bottle from Will and drinks before spinning the bottle in the middle of the circle. Christina looks around at the group and smiles wide. "Now we're playing spin the bottle."

Tris wasn't entirely sure what "spin the bottle" was, but she got the answer pretty quickly when the bottle stopped spinning, pointing across the circle to Edward. Tris watched as Christina winked at Will before crawling over to Edward and kissing him. She quickly averted her eyes and looked down at her boot instead, hoping that everyone was too occupied watching Christina kiss Edward to pay any attention to her. When she looked back up she saw Peter smirking cruelly at her and realized he had seen her.

"Can the Stiff still play, does she even know what a kiss is?" he says to his friends. They snicker and eye Tris. She sits up straighter and glares in Peter's direction.

"Of course I know what a kiss is, I've kissed someone before," she replies hotly, lying through her teeth and hoping Peter can't tell. A pit in her stomach tells her that he probably can, judging by the smug look he's giving her.

Christina returns to sit between Tris and Will and smiles apologetically to Tris. Edward takes a drink and spins the bottle for his turn, grinning when the bottle lands on Myra. Tris tunes the game out, trying not to think about the fact that she'll have to kiss someone in the group. In front of every one of the transfer initiates. She couldn't show weakness or fear in front of these people that she was competing against to earn her spot in Dauntless.

The game continues on around her - drink and spin, kiss. Drink and spin, kiss. Drink and spin, kiss. She's partially aware of Christina sitting in Will's lap, still in her underwear and tank top, after kissing him for his turn.

Tris tunes back into the game when she realizes Al's spin of the bottle has landed on her. Al's eyes lit up and he leaned over eagerly to plop a sloppy kiss on her. She sat stiffly through the kiss, which was over quickly enough so she didn't have much time to react to it. That was her first kiss. It was wet. She's glad it was over quickly.

Tris takes another drink from the bottle before leaning into the circle to give it a spin, trying not to think too hard about what to do when she finds out who she has to kiss and whether they are all as wet as the one Al gave her. When the bottle slows to a stop she feels like the floor should just open up and swallow her. Her spin lands on Peter. Her eyes flash up from the bottle to Peter. His lips curl slowly into a wicked grin.

"This will be just like kissing my sister. She's a coward, too," Peter says to Molly. Tris clenches her fists.

"Shut up, asshole," Christina says. Tris is grateful for Christina's comment, since she can't exactly find the words to defend herself against Peter's remarks. She can't refuse to kiss Peter if she doesn't want to be seen as a coward and if she doesn't want to strip off her clothes, it's just a game. It won't mean anything. She can't back down and can't let him into her head. She takes a long swig from the bottle, letting the liquid burn her tongue and throat.

Ordinary acts of bravery, she tells herself.

Tris doesn't break eye contact with Peter as she scoots across the circle to where Peter was leaning back against one of the beds, his feet sprawled out in front of him. She feels a cold sweat break out across the back of her neck and wishes she was back in the initiate training room and punching something. Anything would be better than having to play this game and kiss Peter in front of the group sitting in the circle. She feels them all leaning in, like they've become hungry predators ready for a show and she can sense all of their eyes on her back.

"C'mon, Stiff, lay it on me, let's get this over with. I bet you don't even know how to use tongue," Peter says.

He doesn't sit up to make it easy for her, so she has to awkwardly lean over him between his legs. He shifts his knee so that her arm gets knocked out from under her and she has to put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She can feel the rumble of his chest before she hears his laughter. She doesn't like being this close to him without being able to have her arms to block herself from him, the fresh memory of him ripping her towel from her still makes her throat go tight. She'd rather be punching him than having to kiss him because of a stupid game.

With a huff she brings her face close to Peter's and smells the alcohol on his breath before pressing her lips hard against his. It's not a great kiss, but it isn't a bad one, or at least that's what she hoped. It lasts for only a few seconds before she starts to pull away. Tris hears Peter snort and she becomes hyper aware of her inexperience with boys.

Peter slides his hand up her side to hold her in place while he runs his tongue along her upper lip. She freezes at the contact. He bites her to get her to open her mouth with a gasp. He presses his lips to hers again, less forceful than she had been at the start and licks at the spot he bit her before sucking her lower lip into his mouth. She fists his shirt in her hand and her belly feels like it's dropped out from under her, the same way it feels when she leaps from the trains. His lips move against her slightly open mouth and she slowly moves her tongue to brush against his. She must have done something right, because Peter makes a soft humming sound and squeezes her side.

She can't let Peter tease her after this that kissing her was like kissing a fish or it would just be another facet to Peter's bullying, so she shifts so she can get a better angle, not realizing that she'd leaned closer so that she was practically in his lap. She pressed her lips to his again, moving her lips slower than Peter's move against hers. She copies his move and licks at his tongue before sucking on it and nipped at it roughly, enjoying the yelp he made, before sucking on his lip lips moved together and Peter's hand moved up into her hair, his fingers curling and tugging to get her face to the angle he wanted.

The kiss ends when Molly clears her throat loudly.

"Ahem, uh, I called time like a minute ago," Molly says.

Tris felt like her head was full of cotton and her pulse was rushing in her ears. She peered down at Peter smirking up at her and realized how she was almost seated in his lap and her hand was still gripping his shirt before she scrambled away from him quickly. She has no idea how long the kiss had gone, but her friends were staring at her with their eyebrows raised and their eyes wide. She wonders if part of their surprised stares are just from seeing a former Abnegation girl being so intimate in public, but they hadn't stared at her like that when Al kissed her. Tris heard someone in the circle mutter something about "pent up tension" and "hate sex".

"I didn't realize a Stiff could learn so quickly. It wasn't half bad kissing a Stiff, you know, even if you're inexperienced," Peter called across the circle after her.

"You didn't seem to be complaining," she shot back over her shoulder. She caught the flash of his eyes just before she turned away.

The game continued on after Tris returned to her spot next to Christina, looking anywhere but at Peter and failing when she realized he would take not looking at him as a sign of cowardice. His eyes are still on her while he takes a long swig from the bottle before spinning it for his turn. She pushes the phantom feeling of his lips against hers out of her head. Tris focuses on the bottle's movement, watching as it transitioned from a whirring blur to a slow circle before it finally slowed to a stop. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until the twinge of pain in her lungs made her exhale forcefully.

She couldn't put her finger on the unwarranted emotion that shot through her as she watched Peter crawl over to another girl in the circle whose name she couldn't even remember. She tried not to stare at them, half caught up in over analyzing kissing Peter in her own head, but she can't help it because Peter wasn't just kissing the girl across the circle, he was ravaging her. It certainly looked like a better kiss than the one she had with Peter. She was vaguely aware of the sound of cat calls from Drew while her eyes followed Peter's hands as they roamed all over the girl. She's half caught between discomfort of the public display of intimacy and complete fascination, and then he looks over and locks eyes with her for the rest of the kiss - which ends before Molly has to interrupt to call time.

He's still staring at her, probably trying to get a rise out of her, so she bites down on the tip of her tongue and turns her attention to Christina and Will. Tris watches while Christina leans against Will giggling flirtatiously while he draws circles on her arm with his fingers. Tris wonders if it's more than just her Abnegation roots that make her uncomfortable with so much physical intimate contact. She becomes lost in her thoughts again. Is there something wrong with her?

In another few turns it's Peters turn to spin again. It doesn't register with her that the bottle was pointing at her until Peter was halfway across the circle, his eyes predatory. She quickly became alert as he closed the distance between them, feeling her hairs stand on end at the thought that she had to kiss him again. He had her cornered between himself and a concrete pillar and Tris realized part of her wasn't sure if she really wanted to escape, the part of her that liked jumping from the trains and feeling the rush, the part of her that was Dauntless.

She found herself lifting her chin and angling her face towards him to accept his kiss. He brought one hand up against the pillar beside her head and the other hand up to cup half of her jaw and her throat, using his thumb to push her chin up further and she tensed. She couldn't trust Peter not to choke her. He had a glint in his eye as he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue more insistent this time. She didn't have time to think about whether or not Peter was going to hurt her because as soon as she opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers he was sucking on her tongue and her whole world skewed sideways. She lifted a hand and gripped his shirt to steady herself, absently moving her fingers against his collar and into his neckline to graze her nails against his skin. She could feel Peter shudder slightly, then he pressed his body closer to hers while their tongues battled together before he won out for dominance.

He kissed her relentlessly and she almost found herself enjoying it, forgetting for a moment that it was Peter who was making her insides feel like jelly and boiling water all at once. She came back to herself quickly when she registered his hand at her side insistently and it was like an ice bucket had been dumped on her. His fingers were venturing under her shirt and skimming up her side before she shoved at him roughly, biting his lip hard when he didn't immediately move off of her. He jumped back from her and pressed his fingers to his bleeding lip.

"Jesus, Stiff, there's not reason to act like a prude bitch. What's wrong, are you scared that you liked it?" he said as he backed away from her.

Tris crossed her arms over her chest tightly and sat up straighter. She leaned forward to grab the half-empty bottle after Peter returned to his side of the circle and drank, willing herself not to close her eyes and grimace at the taste. She didn't want to play the game anymore, but she couldn't very well do that surrounded by a group of Dauntless initiates, even her friends would consider her a coward for not wanting to play an innocent enough game of kissing people. Her eye lids feel heavy from the alcohol. She swallowed thickly, be brave she thought, and spun for her next turn.

The bottle lands on Christina and she's so relieved it's not Peter again that she doesn't really stop to question that not only has she kissed two different boys tonight, but now she's also going to kiss a girl. At least if it had to be anyone it was Christina and not Molly. Christina giggles, well past drunk, and leans over to press her lips against Tris'. She hears Peter cat call at them from across the room and other boys join in. Kissing Christina isn't much different from kissing a boy, from what little her two experiences with Al and Peter tonight can tell her. Christina's lips are softer than the boys' chapped ones.

The game continues for a short while after her kiss with Christina until the alcohol is all gone and the group disperses without much comment. Tris watches as Will pulls Christina to his side and nuzzles her neck. She's relieved she can go to bed finally and forget that this night ever happened, forget that she had to kiss Peter. Forget that it wasn't altogether horrible.

Tris heads to the bathroom to splash water on her face before bed.

Tris lets the cool water run on her hands for a couple of minutes before covering her face with her damn hands. She didn't know what time it was, but she knows it's late and that most of the other initiates have already fallen onto their cots in a slightly drunken stupor. She hears someone else enter the open room behind her.

"For a Stiff who hates touching you sure did like kissing, huh?" the voice behind her taunts and she feels herself stiffen, gripping the edge of the sink. Peter. She turned around to face him with her jaw set.

"I did not, it was just a game," she says. "I had to kiss you or I would've had to sit in my underwear all night."

"Your eyes say otherwise, liar," he counters with a smirk. He edges closer to her, making her take a step back so that he is between her and the sink.

"Well, then maybe that's just the alcohol because you didn't make me feel anything for you with just a kiss," she replies harshly.

"Prove it." Peter pushes Tris up against the wall behind her with his mouth on her neck so quickly that she doesn't have time to react. "I want to know how those nice legs of yours would look straddling me."

Tris tries to resist but when Peter latches his lips around her pulse point under her ear and swirls his tongue against her neck a strangled sound escapes her and she is gripping his shirt tightly in her fists, unsure of whether she means to shove him away again or pull him in closer. It doesn't matter, as long as his mouth stays right where it is.

"This doesn't seem to be affecting you at all, Stiff," he says against her earlobe.

"Shut up, Peter!"

"Make me," he says and she shoots her hand roughly into his hair to hold him still, kissing him to shut him up. She can still taste the tang of the blood on his lip from when she bit him earlier. The icy feeling that she felt earlier has melted and she feels a newfound confidence in herself. When Peter's hands trail down her sides this time she doesn't shrink back, instead she hops up and wraps her legs around him. He catches her and grips her hips tightly, his fingers splaying across her thighs as he presses her further into the wall. It still isn't close enough for the hungry feeling that has started to stir deep within her belly. Her nails find purchase as she scrapes her nails across the expanse of his back, smiling secretly to herself at the sound he elicits from the sting mixed with the heady pleasure.

"You're the one who seems to be fixated on me," she says when he is kissing her neck again, a soft sigh escaping her on the last word. He bites down on her pulse point and his fingers grip her hips tightly, digging in for one heartbeat, two beats, before loosening his grip. His lips find hers again and they continue to kiss each other wildly.

They break apart at the sound of one of the other initiates coming into the bathroom and heading towards the opposite end of the room. Peter released his vice grip on her hips and let her quietly slide down between his body and the wall. She could feel exactly how kissing her had effected him. He spun around on his heel and went back into the dormitory without a word to her. She took a deep breath in and let it out, counting to ten before walking out of the bathroom.

Tris finds Peter's eyes lingering on her as she gets into her bed and feels a jolt of emotions run through her, his words echoing in her head and her lips still tingling with the feel of his mouth on hers.

As she stared at the ceiling in the darkness she felt confused. She associated Peter with pompous bully and her competition, yet she had her legs wrapped around his waist and was eagerly kissing him while he had her pushed up against a wall in the bathroom ten minutes ago. She pressed her fingers to her lips idly. He's her enemy, but she had completely forgotten that when he was torturing the pulse point in her neck with his tongue.

She huffs out a frustrated sigh. She didn't understand why she didn't feel the panic and icy feeling when she was full on making out with Peter in the bathroom, especially since they were alone and it could have easily continued to escalate further if they hadn't been interrupted. She turned from her back onto her side and faced away from Peter's line of sight.

This doesn't change anything at all. She wouldn't let it.