A/N: This is told kinda AU, where there was no devastating war, and everything was happy. Hope you enjoy!
"You're drunk." He said, shaking his head. "I'm taking you home." Four put a hand around her shoulders and guided her through the crowd of black clad people to the edge of the room. There he stopped.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Tris asked, her voice slurred but steady. She leaned on him heavily, his arm around her thin shoulders and hers around his waist. The crowd was dancing, all drunk and partying like there was no tomorrow It was one of the numerous Dauntless holidays; one where they all partied and drank with reckless abandon.
"I guess. I'd just rather have you home instead of doing stupid things." Four said, pulling her down the hallway. Even drunk, Tris's footsteps were even and sure. She wasn't stumbling, but she seemed to be drifting, wobbling on her feet when she stood still.
"Tris, do you have the key?" Four asked, bending a little to look her in the eyes. He'd stopped at his apartment, which had become their apartment a few months earlier.
"Of course I have the key silly," She replied, her voice more slurred than it had been at the party. Here, there was no need to keep up appearances. She reached down the front of her shirt and pulled out the key, waving it in front of his face before opening the door and walking in. She flopped on the couch and pulled her long hair out of the ponytail.
"How much did you drink?" Tobias asked, filling a glass with water for her.
"Three? I think?" She sipped the water, squeezing his hand appreciatively.
He laughed. "My god, you're a lightweight, Tris" She made a mock offended face but laughed with him softly.
"I think it's time for you to go to bed, darling." Tobias picked her up like a child and carried her into the bedroom. She nodded absently.
He sighed dramatically, knowing she'd get upset if he let her sleep in her clothes. Something about skin care or whatever. He hadn't really listened.
He helped her stand, her back to him and unzipped the back of her shirt. She giggled, but helped him get it off. He sighed again, hoping she wouldn't make any comments. They were always too tempting.
He grabbed one of hi t-shirts off the table and put it next to him. he shut his eyes and pulled off her bra, quickly pulling on her t-shirt. It was all going well until she started talking.
"See anything you like, four?" He winked attractively, but he just rolled his eyes. He was not going to try anything when she was drunk. The abnegation in him would actually lose it's mind.
"Cut it out Tris." He responded gruffly, helping her out of her legging things. She walked into the bathroom to put on her shorts, and he took a deep breath. Drunk Tris was always an adventure in self control. She would never get upset with him if he did pull something on one of the nights she accidentally got drunk, but he would beat himself up for weeks. Or so he assumed, he'd never faltered in his self control.
"Ready for bed?" He asked when she walked out of the bathroom, her clothes all on correctly and her teeth brushed.
She nodded, probably embarrassed by her behavior. She usually sobered up pretty quickly.
She crawled into her side of her bed and propped her head up on her elbow. She watched him pull off his black t-shirt and jeans and walk into the bathroom, returning with a toothbrush in his mouth. His eyes were calculating, like she was a problem he could solve, but didn't know how.
"What?" She asked, finally. He walked into the bathroom, gesturing noncommittally.
He walked back out a minute later and flipped off the lights. He crawled into bed and faced her, propped up on his elbow as well.
"Why are you staring at me?" She finally asked into the partial darkness. He smiled, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Because you're beautiful," He gave her a quick kiss, and she laughed breathlessly.
"You are so corny." She fell back onto the pillow, her hair poofing out onto the pillow in a halo.
"Read it in a book," He replied, pulling her closer, her small body dwarfed by his.
"When did you get so small?" He asked, pulling his arm around her waist a bit tighter to emphasize his point.
"When did you get so big?" She replied, poking him in the bicep.
He chuckled, holding her a bit tighter Drunk Tris was always a bit sassy.
"Go to sleep," She whispered into his chest, "Before I say something stupid."
He smiled, and whispered, "I love you," He felt her smile into his ribs, secretly enjoying the jibe.
"Well, if we're going to say stupid things anyway, I love you too."
She pressed a kiss to his neck, then fell asleep softly on his chest.
He ran his fingers through her hair for a minute, ghosting patterns on her head.
"I love you fourever." He said finally, chuckling softly at his joke.
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