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"It's been a deeply painful delay," he informs her solemnly as he heads for the door and cancels the program on his way into the hall. He matches his pace to hers, and after a few steps he reaches out almost shyly to take her near hand.

"I'll have to make it up to you somehow, then," Tris promises, grinning, and she lets Fives take her hand when he reaches for it. She squeezes affectionately.

His smile breaks out, wide and happy again, when she squeezes his hand. "I think I like the sound of that."

As they near her door, she reaches across to offer him the basket. "Hold this, would you please? I don't have my key, so I need both my hands for a moment."

At least she's quick with a set of lock picks these days. She's gotten more practice on the Barge than she had in years beforehand, since she never bothered asking the Admiral for a spare key and hers is always in someone else's possession.

Another painful delay she'll have to make up to Fives later, presumably. Tris can't prevent a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at the prospect.

He takes the basket without protest and steps aside to watch her pick the lock. He can't help smiling at how quickly and skillfully she does it. Pretty, smart, talented in all sorts of ways, people in her world must be blind.

He waits very patiently for the few seconds it takes her to get the door open and then, smiling impishly, he crouches down just enough to get his free arm around her waist and lift her up again to carry her through the door. Laughing again, of course.

This time, she lets him lift her without any of her previous discomfort, just a soft laugh. Fives clearly isn't going to hesitate about that, now that she's given him permission for it in private.

"My room is at the top of the stairs," she informs him with a grin, in case he doesn't feel like putting her down again immediately.

"Good to know," he answers, and sets the basket and blanket down on the nearest flat surface so he can swing her up properly into his arms again. Because of course he'd rather not put her down.

He beams and kisses her nose again, just because it's there. "I'm going to have to keep trying to make you laugh." Because he very much likes the sound of it.

Tris flushes slightly, and admits, "It's... easier, when you're so clearly delighted." In other words, the surest way to make Tris laugh is probably to just keep smiling and laughing himself. His happiness is infectious.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and nips at his neck.

Fives takes the stairs two at a time, eager and beaming. It's hard to be as incredibly nervous as he'd been at the start with Tris so warm and happy in his arms, and so clearly and uncomplicatedly interested. And he knows she won't mock him or be disappointed in his nerves or lack of experience with women.

"How could I be anything but delighted?" he asks, and it's just a little bit more solemn, a conscious assurance that there is nothing about her that could possibly fail to delight him. And besides, he's just discovered he quite likes that word, it describes his feelings so perfectly right now.

"I'm not sure, but I certainly don't intend to find out today," Tris replies firmly. She kisses his cheek. She's well aware of what he's doing; Fives heard about all her insecurities long before their relationship took this turn, and he's actively working to lay them to rest. The effort is appreciated, even if it isn't needed. Not with that smile on his face and his rapid steps on the stairs. Fives exudes interest, whether he puts it into words or not.

More playfully, she asks, "Does dashing up the stairs count as making up those few seconds lost in the Enclosure? I really don't think it should." She still owes him something for the delay, in other words. Her teeth graze over his earlobe, but she doesn't distract him too much more while he's taking multiple steps at a time.

Her room, when they reach it, is unmistakably hers, even if she never sleeps in her own cabin. Bookcases against the walls, very neat, pieces of colorful glass in bowls on several surfaces. Fives might be a bit tall for her bed, but it's comfortable anyway, with soft sheets and hand knitted blankets.

"Good, that would be a waste of time and effort." The kiss on his cheek is almost better, in its way, than something deep and passionate. It's the kind of casual, tender intimacy that speaks of true affection, not just lust.

"Mmmm, I don't think so," he answers solemnly, then groans quietly at the soft scrape of her teeth at his ear. "I think you still-" He reaches her room, spins around once just because he can, and then drops her to the bed, carefully centered and aimed to bounce before he follows her down, grinning- "Owe me something," he finishes as he straddles her and dips in for a kiss.

Of course she cares. They've been affectionate for months and friends for longer. Tris doesn't think she could go to bed with anyone she didn't like and trust. She needs that on top of lust to open up.

But there's plenty of lust. That groan goes straight through her. The instant Fives is above her on the bed, she's reaching for him eagerly, hands sliding his shirt up his back as she encourages him down for that kiss. For a moment, she loses track of anything but his lips and his tongue and what little of his weight he's actually letting rest on her.

When the kiss breaks, she grins and asks raggedly, "Do you have specific requests to clear that debt, Fives?"

Fives is more than happy to brace himself over her and draw the kiss out, long and deep and slow. He's learned to like taking his time on the barge. Also privacy. And actual beds with room to move around at least a little. Right now, though, he's mostly just enjoying Tris. Soft, eager lips and the warmth of her beneath him, small hands running over his skin and rucking his shirt up as he rocks experimentally down against her... though with the height difference he's rocking against her thigh, rather than anything more, well, appropriate?

He's a little breathless himself when the kiss breaks, and his whisky-gold irises have been almost completely swallowed by the dark wells of his pupils. "Given I don't have a kriffing clue how any of this-" He tugs experimentally on her out skirt- "Works, how about you pay me back by getting out of at least some of it?" he asks almost plaintively. Because he's feeling it's very unfair she can get her hands on skin already and he can't even begin to imagine how to go about it... not that he's ever going to complain about her hands on him.

She laughs warmly, punctuating it with a short, playful kiss. "Let me up. If you're on my skirts, it's very difficult to get out of them."

Once he moves, Tris stands and strips out of her shoes, dress, and petticoats quickly, fingers moving deftly. She pauses a second in consideration with her hand on her glasses, then removes them too and sets them on the nightstand. Fives is nothing but a blur now. She presses her fingertips to her temples for a second. "I can fix my vision with magic. It's just a waste of energy to do it all the time. I don't want the spectacles on, but you're too nice a view to miss."

By this point, she's down to a short shift, drawers, and a pair of stockings. Tris looks at Fives almost shyly and asks, "Do you want to finish?"

Yeah, he definitely likes that laugh, and when he throws his leg over her and stands up he's flushed and beaming and still very clearly tenting his jeans. He steps back enough to give her room to stand as well, and then... watches, rapt, both at the process and what it reveals, as she strips out of all of her layers and layers of clothes.

It's something of a shock when she finally gets down to where he can see some bare skin, and his breath catches, his fingers twitching a little with the desire to touch. She looks so soft and smooth, but he's still uncertain enough to not be sure if that would be okay right now. And then she asks him that, and he takes an almost involuntary step forward, reaching out as he does to run one big, calloused hand up her arm in a slow, awed path, from wrist to her smooth, bare shoulder.

"I-" He licks his lips and swallows hard as his callouses catch the delicate edge of her shift. "If you... I... yes," he finally manages to just about stammer out. "I really really would." And he steps in a little closer and slides both hands down to the hem of her shift, rucking it up just a little, leaning down to kiss her again at the same time, because he really really needs to.

The way he looks at her and struggles to form words is quite honestly as much of a turn-on as the reverent touches to her arm and the kiss that follows. Tris grins brightly at that answer.

She doesn't bother trying to get him out of his shirt yet, because she just offered him the chance to undress. Tris figures she'll have to let go in a minute to allow it. But she wraps her arms around Fives and slips both hands under his shirt as he kisses her, sliding them upward until her forearms are resting up to the elbow against the warm skin of his back. She hums encouragement into the kiss and steps closer.

Not quite close enough to press against him, much though she wants to. She leaves space for Fives to keep pushing her shift up her body, or to get his hands under it in between them.

Force, it's almost impossible to believe that he's making her smile like that, and it's better than almost anything. Even all that enticing bare skin and the taste of her lips and the feel of her pressed against him. Being able to be the cause of that kind of clear happiness for someone he cares about... it's always one of the best things.

His breath catches as he finally slides his hands under the hem of her shift to settle at her hips, over the soft fabric of her drawers. He pauses there for a moment, not even touching skin yet, just marveling at the soft, full curve of her hips, how plush and... and luxurious she feels under his hands. Hands which are trembling slightly as he inches them up as gently as he knows how, slow and so very awed at being able to touch her like this, to feel the smooth warmth of her skin under his war roughened hands.

The feel of her own hands on him is electrifying, so small and delicate compared to anything he's used to, but strong and sure nonetheless. Perfectly her and no one else. "Force, you're beautiful," he murmurs against her lips as he lifts the fabric higher, and when his thumbs brush against the bottoms of her breasts he shudders, almost overcome by just this.

Tris shivers as his calloused hands slide up her body almost agonizingly slowly. A part of her wants to hurry, to get both of them naked and back into bed as quickly as possible. But she also wants Fives to have as much time as he'd like, to be able to explore and touch. That thought has her groaning softly into his kiss.

Then he speaks again, and the sincerity of the compliment is staggering. Fives says she's beautiful with the kind of conviction that leaves no room for doubt or insecurity, and Tris can't possibly come up with words in return. So she just kisses him softly, all gentle appreciation.

He's never done this before, never had a woman under his hands, and he's both nervous and fascinated. He wants to go slow, to savor every moment of it, and to give himself time to adjust to the newness as well, and the kiss is perfect. Gentle encouragement and appreciation that makes him think he's at least somewhat on the right track, and he hitches her shift up the rest of the way as he kisses her back with the kind of single-minded attention that can't be easily counterfeited.

When he breaks away again he's flushed and short of breath, and he swallows hard before letting himself look down, watch while he lifts the thin fabric past her breasts and then, carefully, over her head. And then his breath stops entirely for a handful of heartbeats before shuddering out on a groan. "C-can I?" he asks, dropping her shift carelessly aside and then hovering his hands a bare inch away from the fascinating fullness of her breasts.

Tris releases Fives to let him get her out of her shift. She'd like to return the gesture. She can manage a tiny shred of patience, though. With the way Fives is looking at her, she's reluctant to interrupt or make him wait. Tris blushes slightly under that scrutiny, but she's smiling. Her breath catches at his groan.

"Yes," she assures him firmly, unable to keep from adding a slightly more urgent, "please."

He doesn't hesitate any longer, closing that last inch to cup her breasts in his broad hands with a soft, shuddering sigh, lifting a little to feel the weight of them, brushing his thumbs delicately up to tease at her nipples.

"Oh." It's a barely there sound, and he looks a little stunned as he ducks down to kiss her again, soft and slow and almost reverent. It's just... he'd never really imagined how different it would be. Her soft roundness compared to the heavy breadth of Clark and Jedao's wiry grace, her almost translucently pale skin under his bronzed hands, so different from Jedao's scars.

He straightens with a groan at the reminder and takes a half step back, a sudden wave of guilt washing over him. "Force-" He bites his lower lip and ducks his head. "I should... he won't care-" He knows Jedao won't care, but that doesn't change the fact that he nearly ruined things for him and Quentin, and... and he should- "I have to ask Jedao. First. If it's okay."

He's almost stammering, guilty and still so kriffing wound up and wanting, and he hurries to try and explain. "It will be, but-" He shakes his head. "I, uh... when he and Quentin-" He's flushed with more than arousal now. "Quentin asked, and I, uh, I was worried... and they didn't... for a long time? So I should... ask?"

Tris gasps as his hands close over her breasts and his thumbs slide up to her nipples. That soft little sound he makes is every bit as effective as the tone in his voice a minute ago when he told her she was beautiful. Her head tilts back slightly, which works out well as Fives bends to kiss her. Her hands settle on his hips for just a moment, falling again as he pulls away.

She opens her eyes in concern. Tris takes in the information about Jedao and Quentin without blinking, noting but not reacting. Right now, she's paying more attention to Fives and the way that he's scrambling to explain whatever has him suddenly tense and guilty. Tris takes his hands and squeezes for a second before she lets go and steps back to sit on the edge of her bed, agreeing, "Then ask him. I don't want to do anything that would make you or Jedao uncomfortable."

She doesn't want to do anything that would make Clark uncomfortable either, so she hesitates a second before adding quietly, "Would you mind if I talk to Clark, actually? I know your relationship with him isn't exclusive, but some societies have taboos against sharing with a sibling, though. I'm sure enough that he won't care that I'd be willing to wait till tomorrow. As his sister, it just feels considerate for me to discuss it with him at some point, at least briefly."

She would never consider going to bed with anyone involved with Briar or Daja or, gods forbid, Sandry. But Clark is different.

Fives' breath shudders out on a relieved sigh at her response. If he'd thought about it he'd have known that would be her reaction, but it had blindsided him so abruptly he hadn't really thought at all, but that gentle squeeze of his hands is enough to settle him almost entirely back into his skin.

"No, that's... that would be good, I think. If we're both sure of everything, before we go any farther?" He bites his lip for a moment, then adds, "Do you mind if i just... if I call him right now?" Because Force, he really doesn't want to wait, which feels... maybe a little inappropriate? But also absolutely true. He wants this, wants her, now. He doesn't want to put it off when everything, so far, has been so... perfect.

If she's entirely honest, waiting doesn't hold any appeal for her either. Tris grins and ducks her head for a second at the question, blushing. "Just make sure I'm not visible when you do," she warns, still sitting half naked on the bed in front of Fives.

Tris will be avoiding the video function if she calls Clark now. It seems important to hear his voice when he answers, so she won't be texting him, but she doesn't want to scramble back into her clothes as if they've done anything she's ashamed of.

"Oh." Fives flushes a little, because that honestly might not have occurred to him, since body modesty isn't really something that register for him. He shifts to make sure she won't be in the shot, and then calls Jedao.

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