The pistol's icy touch lingered on my fingertips. I exhaled. In one sharp and pristine moment I aimed the gun directly at the target. I fingered the trigger, the evil of the weapon leeched into my flesh. One more moment of hesitation and I wouldn't do it. I took the opportunity. Blasted back by the impact, I stumbled backwards. A smile crept to my lips. Shooting a bullet should be a simple task for a Dauntless, a born killer who impales and destructs pedestrians without further thought. I guess that made me different. But ever since Will's death, I just couldn't conjure the audacity to pick up a pistol again. And now I had.
"Looks like Beatrice Prior finally pulled the trigger." From the corner, Tobias emerged with smirk on his face. His hypnotic blue eyes locked with mine.
"I guess I did." I retorted. I sauntered into his arms as he wrapped them around me. He tilts my chin up and kisses me lightly. His eyes were clouded with something I couldn't quite identify.
"Do you want to go up to my room for a while?" His beautiful mouth danced like a wriggling caterpillar. I nodded as a longing smile played on my lips, desperate for him. Constant war was exhausting. I had thirsted for this one night when it would all diminish. I had known it wouldn't last. The glowering crescent moon would reveal itself. He'd encase me in his strong arms. I would finally tell him how I felt. Then it would all be over. It was almost as if all of that would be irrelevant, however; because the night would still occur, and preserve itself as a memory.
Tobias laced his fingers through mine and interlocked them; intertwined them. We moved silently up the stairwell, pausing occasionally to kiss. The final staircase spiraled up to the third floor, and ceased to exist upon reaching Tobias' room. He twisted the doorknob open with his key, and propped the door ajar. I stepped through the black room, a perfect shade of midnight. The scent of Tobias curled in tendrils and allowed me to inhale their crisp, clean acquired smell. He didn't bother to turn the lights off; just clicked the door back in place. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, a process like the tumbling foam of a waterfall. I saw his face weaving in and out of the shadows, approaching me. He rested his arms around my hips and pulled me closer. My body fit perfectly into the curve of his, as if we were molded for eachother. I grasped his back with my extended fingers. I felt the rise and fall of the muscles in his back contracting. He held my face in his hands and stroked my jaw. It was mere maneuvers like this that made me lost in time in space. I outlined the edge of his bottom lip with my tongue. He froze.
Suddenly, he brushes my lip with his tongue, and we continue as one person, one motion. We kissed forcefully, our mouths battling for dominance. I let him win and wrap my leg around his torso, letting him drag me along to the bed. I pull away, gasping, and sit cross legged on the mattress.
"Tobias," I murmur.
"Yes?" He inquired. His voice sounded husky. It tempted me to lock my mouth around his again. But I have to tell him the truth.
"I… I need to tell you something."
His expression voices his concern. I gave him a light kiss to reassure him.
"I'm not breaking up with you." I tease, but it sounds more solemn. I guess it's hard to sound sarcastic when you've just engaged in something of such sincerity. Such a delicate romantic affair. There much fragility in kissing, in other people, in relationships.
"I've been considering this. But I've been waiting to tell you until I was sure…" I hesitated for a moment.
"Tobias, I love you. I really, truly love you. I'm sorry that I was scared, it's just, I've never had these feelings before. I guess I just didn't know what to do with them."
"Don't be sorry," He breathes. "I love you, too." I closed my eyes and replayed the syllables in my head.
"Say it again." I said delicately, wanting to hear the beautiful affirmation twice.
"Tris, I love you." He whispered. His voice sounded very seductive. He took off his shirt and lay down next to me, palms facing the ceiling. I rolled over and grasped his face. He kissed me hard, and I returned the favor, letting him know our feelings were mutual. He fingered my bra and presses his mouth against my ear.
"Promise me you'll never leave me."
"I promise." He stripped my black cotton shirt from my body, and reached his arms around my torso. He struggled to unhook my bra strap. He guided three fingers around my breast. I gasped, shocked. He retracted.
"No, it's okay." I reassured him. He proceeded to kiss me while pulling his bare chest to mine.
"You are so beautiful. Don't ever lose sight of that." He told me. I blushed, and kiss him one last time before putting my clothes on again. He put on his shirt and followed me to the hallway.
"I love you." I murmured. He kissed the top of my forehead and closed the door, leaving it barely ajar. I walk back to my room, dazed. Before climbing into bed, I press my back to the wall and slide down to a squat. I had no idea two human beings were capable of such love.