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A game of Candor or Dauntless leads to a confession.
A confession leads to inspiration.
Inspiration leads to a present.
A present leads to a night they won't forget.

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Tris and Tobias are in an established relationship. I picture them as the main characters from my book "Discoveries" two years later, but you don't have to read said book to understand this short story. Rated mature for sexual content.

This story will have four ;-) chapters and be updated on Tuesdays.

A birthday present for Tobias

Chapter 1: A game

Tris

"Four, Candor or Dauntless?"

The question is unnecessary, and Christina knows it as well as everyone else in the room.

It's Saturday night again, and like every second Saturday night each month, we play a round of Candor or Dauntless while we have drinks with our friends before going out. Tonight we're at Will and Christina's apartment, all gathered around their living room table. Said table is a sticky mess, with all the bottles and glasses, the spilled drinks and food crumbles on it.

"Dauntless."

I inwardly smile at the way Tobias states his decision. He sounds confident and amused at the same time, and he even manages not to roll his eyes at the question anymore. Asking is just part of the game, no matter if he keeps choosing Dauntless over and over again — much like the rest of us anyway. That's just what we are, and maybe, with our faction finally focusing back on its initiate ideals, we still become more Dauntless every day.

"Alright," Christina says, grinning mischievously. Tobias seems to notice it, too, since he rises his eyebrows at her. "Four, I dare you to choose Candor when it's your next turn."

For a second, I think he might just snap at her that it's not a true dare, but then he just laughs and accepts the challenge.

"I can still drink if I don't want to answer the question after I've heard it," he explains, casually leaning back in his armchair.

Everyone laughs at his comment, because everyone knows that's likely what's going to happen.

"We could repeat it over and over until you're drunk," Uriah teases him with a wink.

"Just give it a try!" Tobias deadpans, knowing full well that we're going to leave for the bar in about half an hour. "So, Zeke! Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless, what else would I choose?" Zeke replies with a grin.

"Fine, then please entertain us with your favorite song to sing in the shower! I heard rumors about your captivating performance."

"Be careful what you wish for!" Zeke laughs as he gets up and gets into position to start singing.

It's hilarious. He's completely off-tune, and I'd be surprised if even a single note in this melody was at its place. After he's done, we give him a big applause, and Zeke takes a bow before he takes a swig from his beer and sits down again.

"Well, I'd better ask Shauna to specify what she means by 'captivating' the next time," Tobias resumes dryly.

"You don't think it was captivating?" Shauna asks in mock surprise.

"Well, yes, you could call it that in a way," he laughs.

"Guys, I'm still here! I can hear you make fun of me, you know?" Zeke barges into their banter. "Anyway, it's my turn now. Who am I going to pick? Mhhh... Uriah."

"Me?"

"Candor or Dauntless, little one?"

"Dauntless, of course."

"Ha! I dare you to wear one of Marlene's skirts for the party tonight," Zeke manages to say before he bursts out laughing at his own joke.

"Hey, my poor skirt!" Marlene exclaims.

"What about me?" Uriah asks her in fake disbelief. "You care more for your clothes than for your boyfriend?"

"A girl has to set priorities."

Even Tobias can't refrain from teasing Uriah. "You're going to take all the attention away from the girls, no matter how Christina dresses them up."

"So, Four, let's see if you still want to talk as much when I give you a question. It's Candor for you this time, remember?"

I reach for more popcorn to snack while I watch the scene play out. It's so much fun to spend time with our friends. Christina and I exchange an amused eye-roll, but neither of the boys takes notice. They're too occupied trying to fight each other with dares tonight.

"Go ahead," Tobias stares at Uriah across the table. He looks slightly uncomfortable now, knowing that Uriah suddenly has the upper hand. And certainly, Uriah won't let him off the hook any faster than necessary.

"So, what could I ask? Is there anything I've always wanted to know about you? Let me think..."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that..."

"I know that whole thinking-concept is not your thing, but others really do it."

I grab more popcorn. So entertaining... I should side with Tobias, but Uriah is my friend, too.

"You know I could pay you back on Monday morning and just send you to guard the fence for a week or two," Tobias threatens jokingly.

It's his last joker before he won't find anything else to intimidate Uriah with — and Uriah knows it.

"Don't you dare use your leadership position against me! That's against the rules! — But hey, I just found a question that should be in Tris' interest."

Oh, this is getting more interesting by the minute. I sit up straight.

"Go ahead," Tobias says again, and this time, Uriah asks a question. And what a question it is! I almost choke on my popcorn, as if it was directed at me instead of him.

"I was wondering... What's your darkest, most secret sexual fantasy?"

Tobias bursts out laughing. "You know I'd never answer this."

"Yeah, I know," Uriah joins his laughter. "But now we can just be friends again and have a drink together. Well, but wait, I'll have a drink and you'll have to have a triple-shot of Dauntless Draught."

Dauntless Draught is the liqueur we use when playing Candor or Dauntless. It's a dark, almost black spirit with around seventy percent of pure alcohol and a horrible taste. That's to say, if you can taste anything at all through the burning sensation it leaves in your mouth and throat. Nobody can stand it, it's just meant to be the punishment for refusing a dare or skipping a question.

With childish joy, Uriah pulls up the big shot-glass and fills it with the numbing liquid. He hands it to Tobias and then grabs his own mixed drink to clink glasses with him.

"I haven't seen you drink anything real in a while, you know?" he says. "This is the only way to make you have something stronger than a beer."

"I wonder why, especially with this delicacy," Tobias states sarcastically before he empties the whole glass in one go while we all cheer him on.

Before Tobias can pick Uriah for the next dare, the latter gets up and excuses himself. "I need to get home and dress up, you know? Fix my outfit and make-up..."

Marlene jumps up. "I'll come with you." She turns to the rest of us and adds, "Otherwise, I'm scared he'll turn my whole wardrobe upside down. And that's a serious fear."

"Yeah, imagine that one coming up in your fear simulations," Christina jokes.

"Are you sure it didn't come up in yours?" Will pokes her in the side.

Uriah rolls his eyes at them. "Anyway, see you all down in the bar in twenty minutes. I'll be the one with the cute skirt and unshaven legs."

The game continues after he and Marlene have left, but my mind keeps going back to the question Uriah asked. I'm more than glad that Tobias is as private as he is when it comes to the details of our sex life, but I can't help wondering about the answer he didn't give. What would it be?

When Shauna dares me to exchange my outfit with Christina's, I accept the challenge and go into her bedroom with her to change. Christina, however, must have picked up on where my thoughts have been going.

"You should just ask him, you know? You're dying to know, right? I can see it," she teases while she takes off her top and hands it to me.

I take it and give her mine instead. "You mean that's a question for a nice conversation during dinner?"

Unsurprisingly, her top is tight and shows much more skin than mine.

"When you're wearing this, he'll make sure to answer you truthfully," she beams. "And maybe dinner is not the best situation. Why not ask him tonight? The Dauntless Draught might make him more talkative."

I have to laugh at Christina's expression. I know she's only half-joking. But I don't actually need her advice on this topic anymore.

"I'll think about it," I simply say.

I peel out of my skintight pants and exchange them with Christina's skirt. It's shorter than the ones I usually wear, but I don't mind. I've got nice and trained legs, and Tobias will certainly love this. He doesn't care much about fashion, but that doesn't mean that he's not a twenty-year-old boy at times and would take his eyes off me in a sexy outfit.

And sure, his eyes give him away. It's just a second that he looses control over his features, but in this second he can't hide his desire for me.

"Like my new outfit?" I ask with a twinkle in my eyes as I walk over and take the seat next to him.

"You look good, Tris," he says with a smile.

"Just good?" I tease.

"Great," he corrects himself. And then he leans closer to me and whispers in my ear, so that only I can hear, "And sexy. So damn sexy."

I don't even attempt to fight my grin, and for a moment, it's as if it was just him and me in this room.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, but we're still around," Zeke cuts off the moment.

"How could we forget?" I say as I lean back.

"It's your turn, Tris. Choose wisely, it'll be the last dare before we go," Zeke grins.

"Oh, I already know who I want to ask. — Tobias, Candor or Dauntless?"

I've started to call him by his real name around our friends, and it is fine with him. They keep calling him Four, but for me, or for both of us, his nickname doesn't sound right anymore.

"Dauntless," he says and throws me an intense look he wants to challenge me with.

"Well, it doesn't matter what you choose anyway. I've already made up my mind. I dare you to tell me your darkest, most secret sexual fantasy."

He looks at me, stunned and speechless.

Then Zeke whistles. "Nice one, Tris," he laughs.

"He didn't accept yet," I say to shut him up again and continue to hold Tobias' gaze. He can't back out of this one. I'd keep asking him anyway, now that the issue is brought up, and he knows it.

"Fine, I'll tell you," he gives in with an amused shake of his head. "But in private," he makes sure to add over our friends' catcalls.

"That's what I said," I conclude.

Then I stand and pull him up with me. It's time to go out and celebrate that it's Saturday, and we're young and happy and free.

DISCLAIMER: I own neither the Divergent world nor the characters, they belong to Veronica Roth.