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I flop down into the chair at the breakfast table and yawn before resting my head on my arms. Kris had only arrived moments before I did. He balances his chin on his palm and teeters, he wakes for the instant that he falls then seems to doze off again. I laugh silently and kick him in the shin.

"Ow!" he jolts awake sending his fork flying through the air. He hurls me a dirty look.

"Boy do you two look rough, didn't either of you sleep at all?" Alex remarks from behind his newspaper.

"A little," I mumble.

"Yea rough night," Kris replies gruffly while grinning behind his coffee cup; we share a secret smile.

"I see."

I watch his eyebrows knit together as he frowns.

"Hey Aria can you pass the milk?"

I burst out laughing and Alex puts down his newspaper.

"What on earth?"

"Ouch!" I squeal as I get a kick in the shin.

"Stop kicking each other," Alex grouses and we laugh even harder, "Oh for Pete's sake your like two little children."

"Sorry," I giggle trying to control myself.

"Yea sorry dad," Kris grins.

He rolls his eyes at us and goes back to his newspaper.

I pour some coffee and add a little milk; I bring it to my lips and blow on the surface to cool it off. I can see Kris grinning in my periphery so I take extra care to torment him.

"Its good coffee right?" I say and toss my hair over my shoulder.

"Yea its good all right," Kris leans forward and bites his bottom lip, narrowing his gaze.

I splutter into my coffee when I feel his hand on my thigh.

"Now what?" Alex says impatiently.

"Nothing, too hot," I say covering my mouth.

"Hmm," he goes back to his paper once more and I grab my knife and point it in Kris's direction making what I hope is a very threatening expression.

He smirks triumphantly and lazes back in his chair.

The basdard.

Two can play at that game. I pour a drizzle of honey onto my oatmeal and dip a strawberry into the remnants left on the spoon. I bring it to my lips and suck the honey off slowly before biting it. Kris's eyes never waver; he abruptly pounds a fist into the table.

"Christ! Kristopher!"

"Sorry," his cheeks flash a curious shade of pink.

"Ok what is going on with you two?" Alex fumbles to fold the paper but fails miserably, tossing it aside in a large heap.

We respond in unison, "Nothing."

"Like hell," he looks between us; Kris shrugs casually and I offer him an innocent smile. "Mmm hmm, if this is what I'm in for the rest of my life lord help me," he says and we both crack up again.

But as the laughter dies I remember it won't be that way. It isn't fair because I want it all, I want my brother but I want them too. I rub my forehead and stare into my cup. How stupid of me, I've gone and made it even harder.

Kris's hand returns to my leg and he squeezes hard; I look at him and I know there's tears burning in the corners of my eyes, they sting like acid. I slide my hand under the table and into his palm, he squeezes again and I sniffle.

"Eat something," he says, "your too skinny. I like my women nice and plump by the way," he chides and even Alex laughs at that one.

"Your so ridiculous," I say and start on my oatmeal.

There's more laughing and more joking but once the meal is over the mood seems to shift. My time with them is growing short and they know it.

"I guess I should get ready," I say and spin my empty cup around in a circle.

"Yea," Kris says slouching back in his chair.

"Oh before you go," Alex says, "I have something for you," he unfolds a towel on the table revealing a hidden knife. "I want you to have this, initiates aren't supposed to have weapons so keep it secret." He picks it up and slides the blade out of the sheath. The silver gleams in the light, the handle is wooden and well worn. "Put it on the inside of your thigh for now," he raises his eyebrows and I nod. I take it and look at it more closely; it looks like there used to be words written in the steel. "It was in my family for generations, since before the war they say."

"And you want me to have it?"

"It belongs in dauntless, if that's what you choose."

"Thank you," I say and my voice seems strangled, "I'm honored."

"Well we're honored to have you in our lives, if only for a brief time."

I look back at Alexander's strong face; his son has the same strong features. No one has ever been so kind and loving to me, except my brother.

Kris clears his throat and fiddles with his napkin. Our eyes meet and the heaviness in my chest forces tears into the corners of my eyes.

"Well I should go get ready now," I say and excuse myself.

I pull some clothes out of my bag I hear the steps creak; Kris appears in the doorframe. Words pass between us without speaking and we meet in the middle of the room. I grab his collar and pull his lips down to mine.

"Aria," he groans as his hands begin pawing desperately at the fabric of my shirt, he pushes it up; I gasp into his mouth.

Every kiss leaves a warm, wet ache on my skin. "Don't stop."

"Aria," he says in a breathy voice pulling away, "I don't want to be the guy who holds you back. You've wanted to find your brother since the day I met you and you've never waivered-"

"Until now," I finish and he moves one of his hands to my cheek. "I love you Kris."

"I love you too."

I take his hand and grab my bag with the other. I lead him to the bathroom.

The faucet squeaks when I twist it, the sound of the water pattering the tile reminds me of rain. Kris leans against the door as I pin my hair back.

"We shouldn't," he says and the small room fills with steam. It floats around like clouds.

Once I finishing pinning I walk to him, undoing the buttons of my shirt.

"God," he breathes as it falls to the floor.

"I thought I was too skinny?"

"No," he smirks as his hands begin tracing my body. It was dark last night and a little awkward; this is different. So much different.

"Come on," I pull him to the shower.

He strips and follows me in.

The water rolls off his skin turning into tiny beads, like little mirrors, they plummet to the floor and get washed away. I press my hands to his chest and he traps me beneath his body, pressing me to the wall.

"I love you," he says and all I see are his glowing eyes before my own get blurry.

He takes me with nothing less then fire driven instinct.

I claw at his back gasping as he moves within me.

"Aria," he pleads and my head aches, it cracks against the tile; his lips go down my throat.

"Oh Kris," I can barley speak. He moves a hand up to push away the hair sticking to my lips and he traces they're shape, eyeing them lustfully with his hazy gaze.

"How will anyone ever live up to you?" he says, "to this."

I reply with a pleased smile.

"Don't get cocky Eaton," he grins moving powerfully.

My smile becomes a perfect O shape.

"Oh god Kris…"

Reveling in his power he moves his fingers to hold my mouth in place for him to kiss.

By the time we finish the water has gone cold but neither of us care. I kiss the space just under his chin as he squeezes the suds all over us. Our eyes meet and he pushes the wet hair behind my ear. His brow is lined with worry; he swallows hard causing his Adam's apple to dip.

"I'm really going to miss you."

"Me too," he says huskily before kissing the crown of my head. He turns off the shower and dresses quickly so Alex doesn't discover us and our sins against abnegation.

I sit down in front of the mirror and stare at myself for a long time. I try to sort out this mess of emotions, the desires we awoke last night can't be put to sleep so easily. My reflection haunts me even more; I liked it better with him in it. But it wont be this way all the time, I have to behave out there, conform. Is Kris not worth conforming to what everyone else needs and wants?

Of course he is.

I stand and slam the mirror shut. I will drive myself crazy with this.

Moving my concentration to the task ahead I stare at the clothes I brought and twist my mouth to the side. They don't make sense as an acceptable outfit. I wasn't thinking when I took them. "Dammit," I mutter to myself.

The dress is one I've never even worn because when I made it, it was deemed unacceptable by abnegation standards. It's long and thin, a different material that we normally only use for special occasions and its almost always a base layer. I slip into the dress and stare at myself in the mirror, if I go out like this I'll likely be stoned to death. I tug the tiny straps up and open the door a crack.

"Kris," I call trying not to yell too loudly, "Kris?"

"Yea?" he calls up the stairs.

"Can you come here?"

I hear the stairs creak as he makes his way up, then he appears at the door. "Yea? Whoa," his eyes go wide darting to the unseemly level of skin I'm showing. "You can't go out like that," he says grinning, "I mean I don't mind-"

"Kris," I jab him in the ribs, "do you have a shirt I can borrow?"

"Here take this one," he says and pulls his t-shirt over his head, his knuckles brush mine as he hands it to me.

"Thank you," I say and he leans foreword cupping my jaw, he kisses me ardently.

"Kristopher, Aria!" Alex's sharp voice startles us; we jump apart, "What's going on here?"

Alex appears on the stairs and I catch my breath. I clutch the shirt to my chest.

"Nothing, she-a just needed to borrow a shirt," Kris says trying to sound casual, but his cheeks like mine are inflamed.

"So you being the good abnegation you are gave her the one right off your back? How kind," he smirks and I bite my lip trying not to laugh.

Kris's eyebrows tuck to the center as he scowls; he folds his arms across his chest.

"And," continues Alex climbing up the steps slowly, "I suppose you just fell on her mouth too?"

Kris shifts on his feet and flicks his tongue off his teeth. "Yup."

"Just see that it doesn't happen again," he nods at me and I offer him an apologetic smile.

"That was close," I say once Alex is out of sight; Kris takes a step back to me.

"Yea he might of seen me do this," he grins and kisses me again only this time its much more indecent as he slips a hand down the front of my dress.

I giggle quietly at the antics, "Your really asking for it now."

"You bet I am," he growls.

He moves his mouth to my neck, "Can I finish getting dressed now?"

"No I'm going to undress you," he says so close to my ear it sends a shiver down my spine. "You know if you stayed we could make a rule in our house."

"What rule is that?" I say allowing myself to enjoy the sweetness of his touch.

"No clothes allowed."

I shriek with laughter, forgetting momentarily we're not alone in this house.

"Wouldn't that be a sight in abnegation," I say, "the naked house," his body shakes with mirth.

"I like it," he nips at my ear.

"Your in the wrong faction."

"I know."

The admission brings us back to reality.

"I don't like the thought of never being able to touch you again. Even if it's just to kick your ass at grandfathers."

"Like you could anyway," I smile up at him.

"Yea," his own smile fades, he sighs deeply.

There's a silence and in it I surrender. My eyes begin to water.

"Ask me again Kris."

"What?"

"Ask me again."

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