"HALLOWEEN IN AN ELEVATOR"

PART 2 of 2 - Tobias' POV

Disclaimer/Warning:

I do not own the rights to Divergent, it's characters, etc. This is just my fanfiction.

This story is rated M/MA (language and sexual content). So please only read if you're of an appropriate age.

I'm sure she can see the look of surprise on my face. She and I have never really talked about our relationships. That's just an area we managed to avoid for the most part, besides the fact that she knows I'm single, and I know she's dating Peter Hayes and they've been together for a couple of years. But I've only seen him in the halls a couple of times.

I try to say something or do something, but I'm in a bit of shock. And I feel like if I move any muscle in my face, it's going to accidentally turn into a selfish grin.

"I..." I finally begin, but thankfully she cuts me off.

"Don't worry, it's a good thing. I broke up with him about a month ago, but it was a long time coming. I think I always knew that he wasn't really what I'm looking for in a relationship. I just hoped it would turn into something more. But after two years, it never really did. And well...I just didn't feel the spark." she says with a shrug, "Plus, he was just plain annoying so much of the time." she laughs, "He wasn't the same guy as he as when I met him."

I instinctually reach out and take her hand, not wanting to show her pity, but hoping to portray how proud I am of her strength and that I'm here for her if she needs me. But ultimately, I'm glad she seems to have chosen what she felt was right, what she felt would make her happiest.

"Good. I think that was a wise decision."

She lifts an eyebrow and looks at me, considering my statement. What the he'll was I think with that comment? I didn't even realize what I said until I saw her expression.

"I mean, I'm glad you did what you felt would make you happiest," I tell her, repeating my thoughts from a moment ago. Which is true. But I think she took it as an insinuation of me being glad she dumped him. Which, in all honesty, is true.

"I am happy," she assures.

"So, if you don't mind me desperately seeking out some male advice, what would one look for in a relationship?" I dare to ask. "Care to give me a few pointers?"

"Hmm...well, good looks are helpful, but not a deal breaker. Personally, I want a guy that's real, and honest. Who wants to have real conversations every so often, and not be stuck to their phone or TV all the time. A guy who respects me, and lets me be myself. Having things in common are good, but being able to accept and cherish each other's differences is important too...it was so often his way, or no way with Peter, at least in his opinion." She takes a swig of her beer and then continues on, "Having a guy that actually seems to enjoy my company, or at least enjoys making me smile, laugh, cum, etc., wouldn't hurt either, huh?" she chuckles, but then she seems embarrassed. She looks down at her lap again, her cheeks a bit rosier than before, but she just smiles to herself and turns her head and chugs the rest of her beer.

Once again, she's put me at a loss for words.

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound so bitter. Or like some snobby ex-girlfriend complaining and gossiping. I just- I deserve that stuff, right? I mean, I know there's no perfect guy out there. But a guy needs to at least check off a few of those boxes before he can be boyfriend material."

"You absolutely deserve that, don't you ever sell yourself short. You're beautiful and amazing and you better be damn picky when it comes to considering your options. You deserve the best of the best."

She turns her head and looks at me, holding my gaze with a look of uncertainty.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

But she doesn't answer, she just nods and looks down at my mouth. Just like I have every so often throughout the last 20 minutes, but I feel like I can sense her thoughts. Unless I have something very interesting on my mouth, I think she might actually want to kiss me.

"Tris." I say, but it comes out in a choked whisper, as I instinctually lean in closer.

My lips hover over hers for a moment, and I swallow, my mouth suddenly very dry.

Then our mouths meet and before I know it, the sweetest softest lips are pressing against mine.

Kissing her ends up being better than I ever imagined, and I already feel like I could do it the rest of my life. But it's abruptly cut short when my cell phone rings, the sound of vibration bouncing off the walls of the small enclosed space sends us jolting apart.

I'm sure I look sheepish, but she's smiling wide. She looks so beautiful and radiant that I consider ignoring my phone all together. But then I remember it might be Johanna, so I decide I actually look at it.

I see by the caller ID, that I'm correct. But before hitting the green button on the touch screen to answer the call, I kiss her briefly one more time. "I'm not done with you yet."

She smiles at that as she presses two fingers to her lips where I just kissed her.

"Hi, Johanna." I greet, smiling at Tris back as she watches me talk on the phone. I can't believe she let me kiss her!

"Hi, Tobias. Sorry for the delay, but I finally got a hold of them. A guy named Rick will be there as soon as he can. Will you be okay for a bit longer?"

"How long are you expecting it to take?"

"Probably a half-hour, 45 minutes tops." she says, sighing, "I'm really sorry, Tobias. Please apologize to Tris for me as well. This probably isn't how you wanted to spend your Halloween."

"We're doing fine, we can handle it a bit longer in here, right Tris?" I ask her and she smiles, but bites her lip shyly as she nods.

"Don't worry Johanna, were okay. Thanks for your help!" she says loud enough for our landlord to hear her.

"Alright kids, sit tight, and call me if you need anything. Otherwise, hopefully you'll be out in a jiffy." Johanna tells us.

After I say goodbye and hang up the phone, Tris' arms go around my neck from where she remains sitting on my lap. She leans in and tilts her head to the side. At first I think she's going to lay on my shoulder. But then I feel her lips on my neck, leaving small soft kisses up to my ear.

"Did I just hear that I have at least a half hour alone with you in here?" she whispers in my ear before licking the lobe.

And that does it, I can no longer hold back the swelling in my pants. But a part of me doesn't care if she notices, how could she not know she has the effect on me?

I eagerly pull her mouth back to mine, craving her touch desperately.

As we kiss this time, our tongues begin to explore each other slowly. I don't know how much practice she's got, but she's a hell of a kisser.

After a few moments, she slides off the beer box and into my lap sideways. But the angle doesn't change the fact that she can definitely feel me hard beneath her. She whimpers a moan that makes me shudder and nibble on her lip.

Hands start exploring, and before I know it, I'm slipping a hand slightly past her knee, up the skirt of her dress.

Just as I catch myself wondering what kind of panties she's wearing, I pull away, not wanting to let myself do this with her here, especially not after she's been drinking and just broke up with her boyfriend.

"Maybe...we..should...stop..." I manage to get out between the kisses. I feel like it takes every ounce of strength to get those words out, but maybe it's what's best.

She stops abruptly and looks at me with worried eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed you were interested," but then narrows them into a scowl, "Although you did just seem to be enjoying yourself as well. Unless..."

"I am enjoying myself, Tris, probably too much," I interrupt before she can finish that sentence, "I actually really really like you, I have for a long time. I just didn't say anything or do anything because you were with Peter."

"I know," she says and my eyebrows raise in surprise, "Well, I didn't know allthat. But I saw your text to your sister," she admits. "Sorry for not saying something sooner. I've been trying to figure out what to say this whole time, how to bring it up."

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"I've um- I've always felt some strong feelings for you as well. But I felt pretty guilty about it, and it confused me a lot. That's also why I kind of kept to myself these past few weeks, and hadn't mentioned my break-up with Peter to you. I just needed some time alone to think. To collect myself a bit and decide what I want in life, in a relationship- like I said earlier. And I told myself I had to wait at least a month after breaking things off with him, before I could even consider opening the idea up about you."

"...and now that it's been a month?" I ask, a hopeful smile on my face. But a part of me is terrified to ask that question.

"Well, I definitely had time to think, and it turns out I haven't changed my mind." she says with that beautiful smile, "I want you."

"Really?" I ask, totally surprised.

"Yeah, I've felt this connection between us too, silly. It's hard to ignore." She reaches her hand and runs her finger tips along my jaw trough my stubble.

"I want you too, obviously." I reply immediately, so fast that it makes her laugh. But I'm hoping she senses my sincerity too. And thankfully it seems that as does by the way she looks at me. She's actually making my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"Then have me." she replies as she leans her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, as if savoring the moment. The gesture exposes her long slender neck and I find myself feeling desperate to run my tongue along every inch of her.

And her words- fuck! How I wish I could have her right here, right now. Either way she meant it, is music to my ears. But I can only hope she meant it in every sense of the word. I want her, and I'm fairly certain I want her for the long run, if she'll have me.

If she does suggest taking things further right now though, I want to make sure she knows I'm not just taking advantage of her in her current situation.

Then again, I shouldn't have to worry. She said she's thought about this, about us- and she wants it too. Which is pretty much the best news I could ever be presented with.

"Did you-" I start, but as if knowing what I'm about to ask, she clarifies for me.

"I'm yours Tobias...and I like it that way. I think it was how things were meant to be." she says, kissing my neck and I can't control the small noises coming from my mouth at the sensation of her soft wet lips along my skin, "Which means I'm also yours to kiss, touch, and...fuck. If you wish."

She seems amused at the string of curses that come from me at that, and begins massaging her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck.

"You wouldn't rather our first time be in a bed? With some privacy and where we can take our time?"

"Presumptuous, are we?" she giggles, "and I feel my face drop in horror. Fuck, of course she didn't mean here and now!

"I'm so sorry, I just-"

"I wasn't specifically thinking here and now," she plays with my shirt collar, running her fingers up and down the fabric, "but that does sound pretty damn hot. And our second time could be in bed, where we can take our time." she suggests.

"Are you serious right now? Because if you're not, this is a mean fucking trick." I say with a chuckle, obviously hard as a rock for her.

She must feel me twitch, because she the rolls her hips. "Yes, I'm serious. I like your idea. Our first time could be right here, where we declared our feelings to each other."

I kiss her then, holding her lovingly so that she knows how much I care for her.

"I could never say no to you, ya know that?" I ask when I pull away, swallowing thickly as I zone in on her sexy lips and then up to her beautiful eyes. With the lights dim, and the way she's looking at me, and her chest heaving just out of view beneath the white button down shirt.

"What about the elevator camera?"

"Um..."

"Maybe we could cover it up?" I ask and she looks at me with a giddy smile.

As I stand up, I set her back on her feet, and I look to the simple sign hung by property management saying the elevators will be closed for maintenance this Sunday. It would make me laugh if I weren't so caught up in what was about to very likely happen between me and the girl I've pretty much fallen in love with. Surely this must be some sort of dream I'm unfortunately going to wake up from at any moment.

"There we go," I say, pulling the sign off the wall, careful to save the scotch tape to be re-used. Then I fold the paper in half and hang it over the camera behind the glass panel above the panel of buttons.

Then I turn back to her and resume. I start my kisses from her jaw to her mouth, where she happily complies and kisses me back tenderly.

When she leans forward, I get a glimpse of the top of her lacy bra, and I have to hold back what I feel like is a growl at how sexy she is. She's fucking dressed up as a Disney character, and still, she's the hottest thing I've ever seen!

"These stockings are a bit uncomfortable, I'm going to step out of them." she tells me with a sly smile and turns around, facing away from me. She then reaches under her dress and pulls them down her legs, giving me a perfect view of her perfect backside.

Then she turns and looks at me, with that sweet smile and an excited glint in her eye.

"We're actually going to fuck in the elevator, aren't we?" I ask, already knowing the answer and loving every bit of it.

"I think we'll regret it if we don't take advantage of the opportunity." she explains and I smile at her as I shake my head.

I'm already a goner. This girl could pretty much ask me to do anything and I'd say yes.

"You're a naughty girl." I chuckle, running my hands up and down her arms slowly.

"It's not like I've ever fooled around in an elevator before, or in any public place for that matter." she says, punching my arm, but she's chuckling too.

"Good, we can share this first together then."

I take her left hand in mine, then bend my knees and squat down and let my right hand wander a bit, going beneath the skirt of her dress, but all I feel is fabric.

"Too many layers!" I declare as I pull my hand out and finally find her ankle and run my hand up her silky smooth leg.

Her long legs fees like they go on forever, and I'm eager to one day see what they look like bare and stretched out as she lays back on her bed.

I slowly continue my way up until I successfully reach her thighs. I just linger there for a moment, tenderly kneading the flesh, letting my thumb get tantalizingly close to the spot I'm aching to touch.

She seems to be enjoying this so far, so I continue my way up, trying my hardest not to let my hand tremble.

When I reach her panties, I don't even hesitate, and easily push them aside to let my fingers delicately roam her wet heat, soaking them in her juices.

It makes me want to unzip my pants and bury myself in here right this moment. But I want to make her come first. Then, if she still wants to continue, we'll consider it.

The sound she makes as I slide my digits inside of her is a sound I will never forget, and will go down as one of the best noises I've ever heard. Although I have a feeling I'm about to be introduced to a few more.

She tries to stifle her moan by covering her own mouth with her hand, but as my two fingers pump in and out of her, curling them just right, her hand goes limp and the sensational sounds coming from her lips go uninhibited.

She feels incredible against my hand, and her tight warmth makes me ache for her in so many ways.

It's not long before I feel her clenching around my fingers, and her gorgeous face transforms into one of utter bliss as she rides out her orgasm.

When she's sated and slouched against me, I just wrap my arms around her and kiss her temple and her cheek, which is where my lips reach best right now. But then slowly, she lifts her head enough to slowly kiss me on the mouth.

"I need you," she tells me, before lowering her hands to my belt. She undoes it, before moving to the button and zipper of my jeans. Then pushes them down along with my boxer briefs.

She takes in a surprised breath of air as my dick slaps against my stomach, but she looks amazed and transfixed. It's a heady feeling being in this dimly lit space so exposed to her.

She tentatively wraps her slender fingers around my length and touches me experimentally, feeling me everywhere, before grabbing a bit more firmly and pumping me a few times. I want to shout out in pleasure, but I remain biting my lip until it bleeds instead, not wanting to announce our activities to the whole apartment complex.

"Please tell me you have a condom."

"Fuck, no! They're in my apartment."

"Wait," she says, as if remembering something, then grabs her purse, "maybe that one Christina shoved in the pocket with my tampons is still here."

She laughs and digs through, pulling it out a few moments later.

"Yes!"

"May I?" she asks with a smile.

I nod, looking at her in awe. I'm already worried this won't last long. There's no way my first time with Tris could be.

This fact is proven as she sheathes it over my erection and I already feel the stirring inside.

Then she stands up and hikes up her dress so that she can remove her underwear.

She smiles at me as she shoves them in her apron pocket, and I stand up beside her.

When I lean down to kiss her, she seems to get the idea and wraps her arms around my neck like before. Then I reach down and smooth my hands down her back and down the curves of her ass. I bend down and hike up her skirt so that I can bring my mouth to her, make sure she's nice and ready. I really don't want to hurt her.

But much to my delight, she's already wet for me, and my tasting her just gets us both even more anxious for what's next.

I stand and lift her then, and her long slender legs wrap around my waist. I back her up against the wall of the elevator and line myself up with her. But I look to her for confirmation one more time before pushing in.

The look in her impassioned eyes and the gleeful smile on her face is enough for me to proceed. So I slowly push into her, beyond eager to feel her encompass me.

As I expected, it takes only me a few minutes of thrusting into her against the wall to get me close. I feel like I'm 18, losing my virginity all over again.

I help hold her up with one arm as I free one hand to pull at her top, trying and failing to get the buttons to come undone. I don't mean to, but I end up popping off a few buttons from the garment as I pull the fabric apart. Her lacy black and white bra underneath beckons me and I lean forward to nuzzle my face in her cleavage.

"Sorry, I'll buy a new one." I murmur against her supple breasts. She's gorgeous, and she smells incredible.

She feels amazing too, tight and slick around me, as I pound in and out, over and over again.

Our kisses are frantic, and at this point, I don't even know how my legs are still standing.

I'm about to warn her I'm close, but then I feel her clenching around me, pulsing and squeezing me until I hit my climax.

I pound into her three more times until I still, deep inside her, and spill into the condom.

Then I hold her to me and kiss her, pouring out all of the feelings I've kept hidden for so long from for her. I can't believe I've gone this long without holding her in my arms. Without kissing her or making love to her. I know were still young, but I kind of feel like we need to make up for lost time.

A part of me can't believe this really just happened, I just want to freeze this moment and live in it forever.

When our lips part, I rest my head to hers. I slowly open my eyes, to find hers still closed, but she has a sated smile on her face.

She's so perfect in my eyes, she deserves the fucking world.

"You're amazing," I tell her. I gently set her back to her feet, but she holds onto me for balance before brushing her skirt down. "That was-" I start, truly feeling at a loss for words on how to describe it, "beyond words good."

"I know, and that was just our first."

"I don't ever want to stop perfecting that art with you." I tell her, running my fingers along hers.

"The art of how to enjoy Halloween in an elevator?" she asks with a smirk and I bark out a laugh.

"Yep, I'm all for practicing that some more."

"I guess Christina was right."

"About what?"

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

Author's Note:

There you have it! What did you think? Feel free to leave me a review!

I might consider doing more little holiday themed one-shots. Hopefully the others will be posted in time for the actual holiday!

I do have some plans for a lengthier story in the near future, just no idea when I'm going to get that started.

Thanks to my friend Ractre1127 for all your help! You rock!

Readers- thank you for your support and encouragement!

:-)

-Madison