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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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