"Tris." Someone shakes me awake.
"Ten more minutes." I grumble and roll over and my face is against something warm. I'm on my stomach. I open my eyes and see denim. Why the hell am I sleeping on denim?! Something presses against my cheek and I sit up.
"Okay I'm awake damn." I shout and blink away the clouds from sleep.
"Tris... I'm sorry your face was just... I just..." Tobias stutters and I look at him confused. "N-never mind..."
"No, tell me. Why did you apologize?" He reddens and I just stare at him, waiting for a response.
"I... your..." he stutters and I sigh.
"Come on, don't be a pansycake!" I say with a smirk and he scowls.
"Fine, all I'm saying is you shift a lot in your sleep." He says and it dawns on me. I turn deep red.
"Oh..." I bite my lip and look away. "So, what do you want for breakfast?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Uh, pancakes?" I nod and pull him into the kitchen.
"You have to help me with this." I say and he groans.
"I can't cook." I shrug.
"I can't either." He rolls his eyes and I smile. "Will you get the pan from the top shelf?" I ask pointing to a shelf above me.
"Hmmm, I want you to try first." He says smirking and I pout.
"I'm too short." He sighs, puts his hands on my hips and picks me up. I squeal and he chuckles. I grab the pan and he puts me down. I still feel the pressure from his hands on my hips. I look down and realize I'm still I'm my clothes from yesterday.
"Give me your shirt." I say looking at HIM and he raises an eyebrow. "Give me your shirt." He groans and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Whoa. My eyes trial down his chest and abs.
"Tris?"
"Hmmm?"
"You can stop looking at me like that now..." my eyes snap up to his.
"I..." I turn deep red and look away. Hands me his shirt and I turn around, take off my top, slide his on, and turn back around. His shirt goes down to mid thigh so I slide off my shorts. Tobias looks at me with wide eyes. "What?" I ask my eyebrows raised and he turns deep red.
"N-nothing you uh... you're uh... not wearing much..." he stutters, scratching the back of his neck.
"Do you want me to put my shorts back on?" I ask.
"No." He says quickly and I raise an eyebrow. "I mean..." he turns deep crimson. I giggle and shake my head.
I remember he has jeans on and point to the closet beside the front door.
"There's a pair of basketball shorts in there." He smiles gratefully and a few minutes later, he returns, still shirtless.
"Ready?" I tie back my long hair into a messy bun and hold a couple of eggs, the flour, sugar and milk on the counter next to the mixing bowl. The pan was filled with a bit of oil and Tobias grins, plopping his iPhone into my iPod dock, pressing shuffle on his playlist.
"You already know who it is!" The voice sings and I laugh.
Tobias wiggles his eyebrows, and starts dancing along while weighing out the flour and sugar. I sing along, cracking the eggs, chucking the shells into the bin. We whip the egg and flour together, before pouring in the measured milk.
"Now watch me bop, bop, bop..." I sing while Four does the bop and I join in with the whip and nae-nae. We freestyle before the yule and superman. The song ends and we're still in a fit of laughter.
I add in sugar to the momentarily neglected pancake mix and turn on the heat for the pan, retrieving the spatula.
Tobias places himself behind me, holding my hands while I hold the big spoon in one and mix in the other.
We dance in unison to Animals by Maroon 5 and Tobias lets his hands roam my torso and hips as I flip the pancakes. My voice combines with the music, creating a louder atmosphere. His mouth appears next to my ear and he sings huskily, sending a satisfied shudder through my body.
Tobias's POV:
I bite my lip at the sudden bravery I seem to get every time I'm around Tris. I watch as her hips sway and pop with the movements she initiates.
Our bodies gyrate in sync and I nip at her earlobe. She smiles flirtatiously before bucking her hips backwards, extracting a growl from me.
She giggles and finishes off the song, Love More by Chris Brown before slipping out of my hold and prepares the pancakes, grabbing strawberries, chocolate and cream from the fridge.
