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1 year after initiation
Tris' POV
*beep beep beep*
*beep beep beep*
I roll onto my side and away from the warmth of Tobias' arms. 7:00am. Great. Turning off the alarm, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stretch out noticing Tobias still sleeping. I love waking up with him every morning, I've been so happy ever since he asked me to move in with him.
"Toooooobiaaaaas," I whisper to him in a sing-song voice, "Tobiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaass"
The only response is a groan and the blanket being pulled tighter.
"No no no no no Mister!" I say, now lying on my stomach tracing his abs. "Time to get up!"
"Tris," Tobias groans this time opening his eyes and looking towards me. His eyes sparkling with such a strong blue, even at this time in the morning.
"Get up!" I say to him and giggle. A smile involuntarily carves itself onto my face and I don't even try to suppress it. I peer up at the words 'Fear God Alone' and shake Tobias.
"Make me," I watch as his lips curve into a smirk. He's a different man with me, more relaxed and playful.
"Oh I can do that," I say giggling as I shift my body so that now I'm on top of him, straddling his waist. I lean in so that our lips are millimetres apart and whisper one word, "easily."
He lifts his arms now placing them on the small of my back and lifts his head slightly so that his lips meet mine. We kiss, passionate and desperate, but not needy. That's what I love about Tobias, he never pressures me into anything. My hands are in his hair and his arms are sliding up the back of my shirt as our kiss deepens. He pulls away from the kiss and looks at me, his hands slowly sliding my shirt up as if to ask 'can I?'. I don't respond, I just lift my arms up as he slides my shirt off. His shirt off? I don't even know, I sleep in his shirts. They always make me feel safe, ever since the first time I wore his jacket after he saved me. Tobias throws the shirt to the side of our room as he returns his hands to my back. He pushes me over so now, he is on top. Just as my back hits the mattress our door flies open and I notice a figure in the doorway. Tobias breaks away from me immediately falling on the mattress to the side as we both eagerly look up to see who just ruined our moment.
"I'm sorry, was I interrupting something," a smug voice that could only belong to one person asks. Max.
"No clearly you weren't," Tobias mumbles sarcasticallyq, obviously pissed off we couldn't continue.
"It's fine," I speak over Tobias hoping Max didn't notice anything.
"Oh, is this yours?" Max holds up the shirt I was wearing less than 5 minutes ago. Shoot! I forgot, I'm shirtless! And now I'm sitting in front of the Dauntless leader in a bra and a pair of shorts.
"Thanks," I blurt out, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I take the shirt from Max and hurriedly slide it on, thank goodness though that this was Max not Eric because Max's attention is already diverted to Tobias.
"Four, can I talk to you?" Max asks Tobias, but it's clearly not actually a question.
"Yes sure."
"Maybe we should continue this later?" Max asks to my relief clearly noticing the situation. "Meeting Room 3, say 8:30? Tris you come too." Before receiving an answer, he was gone.