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The muscles of his chest and abdomen shiver visibly as she trails her fingers over them and he groans softly at the brush of her lips. He starts to reach for her head, but catches himself partway and sets his hand on her shoulder instead, then slides it down her arm, just to feel her.

"I guess we'll find out together, then, cyar'ika," he murmurs, then gasps as she slides a hand into his pants and his hips jerk helplessly into her touch. "Ah... Force." He helps her shove his pants down, putting both feet back on the floor so he can step out of them, smiling down at her with a kind of hopeless adoration the entire time.

Tris notices the aborted gesture out of the corner of her eye appreciatively. It's nice that he didn't need reminding, even while very clearly distracted.

Both the endearment and the completely captivated way he looks at her hit Tris hard. She can't quite bear to sit anymore, with Fives at arm's length. Standing as he leaves his pants on the floor, Tris immediately wraps an arm around his waist and reaches up with the other to pull him down for a kiss. She groans at the feeling of him pressed up against her, all warm skin and solid muscle.

He leans down eagerly for the kiss, and can't help rocking into the sweet, soft warmth of her pressed against him, his cock sliding along her belly and leaving a slick trail in its wake. He lets both hands roam, now, calloused fingers tenderly exploring everywhere he can reach; from her neck and shoulders, down her arms, across her back and ribs and hips.

It's all fascinating, so soft and yielding where he's only ever felt hard muscle, and he groans raggedly against her lips before pulling reluctantly away. "Your turn now," he informs her, light and warm and playful as he gives himself a moment to caress and cup the wonderful weight of her breasts before sliding his hands lower still, to the waistband of her drawers.

He gives her a moment to make sure she isn't going to protest, and then... slides smoothly down to his knees in front of her. He pauses on the way to mouth at the delicate hollow at the base of her throat and the tantalizing curves of her breasts, before he finally presses his lips almost reverently to the sweet softness of her stomach, his breath warm and moist against her skin right above the waistband, and then begins to ease them down.

Tris's fingertips press hard on his lower back for a second as Fives thrusts against her stomach. Then she loosens her grip and traces her hands lightly up along the contours of his back muscles to his shoulders, runs a thumbnail down his spine, just enjoys the feel of Fives under her hands.

"Go ahead," she tells him when he pauses for permission. "I want you to."

She makes small, appreciative noises at each of the kisses on his way down, and shivers as Fives exhales against her skin. One hand settles on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck. Tris drags her thumb along his jaw and down over his throat as she watches him in rapt anticipation.

He knows it's going to be different, he's felt her through the layers of clothes already, and he even saw--once, long ago--a contraband pornographic holo that one of his brothers had gotten off of a navy crew member of he Resolute. He hadn't... really seen the point of if, though, and had only watched a couple of minutes before wandering off to find something actually interesting to occupy what little downtime he had. So it's... not a surprise, but still a shock to slide her drawers down and find everything soft and smooth, nothing but a triangular patch of red curls at the apex of her thighs.

He pushes her drawers the rest of the way down, his hands still trailing over her skin, but his attention is abruptly fixated. He presses his lips to her belly again before moving down, leaving a series of small, reverent kisses in his wake as he nerves himself up to more. She smells different too, less salty and bitter, more... musky, he thinks. Rich. It's not at all off-putting, he's just nervous. Of the relative unknown, of doing... something, anything wrong.

Tris can't help being at least a little awkward and apprehensive in the moment in between, where she has time to stop and think about anyone looking at her without her clothes on. However enthusiastic he's been about it thus far.

Her cheeks flush again, and she asks, "How do you want to do this? By which I mean, what would make you most comfortable? You can explore and ask questions if you want to, or I could guide your hand to start with, or..." Whatever he wants, just please rescue her and intervene before she keeps babbling.

Her nerves will settle quickly enough.

There is absolutely no mistaking the relief in his expression when he tips his head up to meet her eyes. He's absolutely still incredibly aroused and interested, but anxiety is creeping in, telling him he doesn't know what he's doing and he's going to screw up and she's going to hate it and doing something wrong is not okay... not safe and-

Her offer neatly cuts off the cycle of impending panic, and his hands spasm slightly at her hips as he licks his lips. "Show me what you want?" he asks immediately. "Please?"

Tris nods immediately, taking his hands to draw Fives to his feet before stepping back toward her bed. "Can I guide your hand, or do you want to watch me?"

She'd prefer the former. Tris doesn't like being looked at naked unless she has physical contact or another form of consistent positive feedback to distract her from any self consciousness that could crop up, but she'll do anything Fives wants. Of the two of them, he's clearly the one further from his comfort zone right now. She can step a little way out of hers. Especially given how he's looked at her so far.

He rises smoothly to his feet again at her urging, muscles rippling with the kind of unconscious, animal grace he was made for. He stays close, lacing their fingers together.

"... oh." The idea of watching her catches him somewhere under the ribs, both enticing and a little terrifying. He thinks it would be lovely, but he thinks he might also feel to self-consciously disconnected. "If... if you could guide me, that would be... I think I'd like that best?" But if she'd rather the other he'll acquiesce. He just wants to get this right, and he ducks his head a little, the flush of his embarrassment lost in the way his skin's already warm with arousal.

"I would too," Tris assures him emphatically, as her nerves die back down to anticipation. She was braced for either option she gave him, but this is so much more comfortable. "I'd rather have you touching me."

She settles back onto the bed and leaves room for Fives next to her. Raising his hand to her mouth rather than immediately leading it anywhere else, she kisses his fingers, then his palm. Tris skims his hand down over her body, arching slightly into the touch. She stretches up to kiss Fives before sliding his hand between her legs.

"Me too," he admits, and smiles so wide his eyes crinkle a little with it as he climbs onto the bed next to her. He likes this, it lets him see her as well as touch her. He shivers a little at the kisses to his hand, catches his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment at it. He's... sensitive about his hands, they've spent so much of his life covered in heavy gauntlets that this feels as intimate in its way as anything involving his genitals.

And then she's drawing his hand down her body and he's torn between the desire to lean in and kiss her or simply watch as she lets him skim his fingers over the lovely, smooth softness of her. He settles on the latter, loving the way she arches under his hand, how this seems to be giving her pleasure. He kisses her deeply when she stretches up, and breathes a startled breath against her lips when she finally guides his hand between her legs.

He very much needs to pull away enough to look down her body, lip caught between his teeth again as he slides his fingers carefully between her soft folds and feels the unexpected wetness there. "Oh," he breathes, eyes half-shut, and rocks a little against her thigh, leaving his own trail of dampness behind on her skin.

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