A/N: romantic tickly fluff - sfw. Based on these gifs / movie scene.
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“I am still working on kind”, he smiled his crooked yet careful smile.
“You’re already kind. You’re kind to me,”, Tris whispered, after they kissed: “Can I see it again?”
”…Yes.”, he replied, turning around, so his tattoos were visible for her. Tris’ fingertips were gliding over Four’s bare skin. The black ink was everywhere - it was pure art.
“It’s beautiful.”, she leaned forward, kissing each of the five faction-signs, all over his spine, while her hands were gliding over the outer lines of his tattoo. The muscles tensed underneath her touch. A shiver ran through his body, while he tried to stay where he was, calm and not showing any further reactions. Her lips stopped right over ‘Dauntless’.
“Four?”, she whispered, goosebumps arouse on his arms. He flinched a little.
“Tris?”, he asked through gritted teeth.
“Is… everything alright?”
“Hng…yes”, he flinched again, involuntarily, when her right hand followed the thin lines on his right waist. Automatically, he tried to cover his side with his arm.
“Four?”
“…”
“You’re ticklish.”, Tris giggled, kissing “Dauntless” again, while now both hands moved over his sides, not really following the paths of the ink anymore.
“Tris”, Four hissed, flinching, his arms on both sides of his torso now, trying to protect his sensitive skin: “Please.”
„I think that’s cute.“, she giggled, teasing the inked skin on his spine.
„I. Am. Not. Cute.“, he replied growling. His body kept flinching, while he stayed put, right in front of his crush.
„Yes, you are.“, she said, now softly caressing the back of his ribs.
„Tris!“
„Four. You want to be kind, right? Be kind and let me tease you.“
„Noho way.“, he laughed out loud, when her fingertips suddenly grasped his hips, squeezing them a couple of times. He nearly jumped away. Four seemed to have this spot in common with her brother Caleb. She had him in a tight hold now, squeezing those sensitive spots even more. Tris was very talented at teasing him with a long forgotten weakness, but Four was still a very skilled and trained Dauntless-soldier. In a quick yet strong move he reached back, getting a hold on her right wrist with his right hand, pulling her around. She shrieked, surprised and still giggling, found herself now, her back against his chest, with her man. He was holding her wrist up with one hand, the other arm was wrapped around her own torso, his fingertips on her upper ribs now. She giggled, trying to duck down or wiggle away from him, but he kept her right on the spot.
„Tris?“, he smirked, leaning down a bit, whispering into her ear.
„Fohour?“, she was already alert, giggling and wiggling.
„It seems, we have a weakness in common, don’t we?“ And with that being said, his left hand sprung into action, wiggling and caressing over her ribs, teasing the strong muscles and soft skin between, tormenting the soft skin on top of her bones.
„Ehey!“, she shrieked, completely at the mercy of his touch.
„Huh“, he grinned: „It’s kinda fun.“ He wiggled his fingers up and down her ribs, sometimes teasing the very soft skin of her armpit a little. His whispered words caressed over the sensitive skin of her neck and ear. She shrieked again, trying to lower her cheek or lifting her shoulder up to protect herself, but because her crush was still holding her wrist in a tight grip, there was less movement possible than she thought.
„Fohour, please“, she laughed aloud, flinching and wiggling underneath his playful touches - fingertips and lips as allies on different spots. He was leaving wet marks on her neck with his lips, teasing them with his breath, on purpose. She cackled, laughing and struggling in his embrace. Tris was throwing her head back against his strong chest, feeling the movements of his chest due to heavy breathes, behind her own back. He laughed along with her, lowering and softening the movements of his fingertips, gently stroking over her waist and tummy.
„Do you have enough?“, he murmured.
„I-hi do.“, she squeaked.
„If I let go now“, his fingertips ran softly over her tummy, from left to right, underneath her belly button.
„Ye-hes?“
„No funny business, okay?“, he lowered his voice.
„Ohokay.“, she giggled.
He twirled and flipped her around, like an old-fashioned dance move. They were chest to chest now. She had a bright smile on her face, eyes glistening with amusement, looking up at him. He kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose and finally, he kissed her lips.
