Tobias POV
Tris's soft, pale skin feels warm beneath my fingers. My arms are tightly wrapped around her thin, strong body. I feel her ribcage rise and fall with each breath she takes, her expression placid as she sleeps. Frowning, I slightly lift my head off the pillow and see that although the covers cover our bodies, our clothes are strewn over the bed and on the floor. I manage to find my boxers and jeans next to the bed. I peek under the covers and realize that Tris, as much as I, isn't wearing any clothes. Partially pulling the covers down with me, I slide off the bed in search for her clothes.
Although she doesn't like to recognize it, I know that her fear of intimacy is still there, despite being with me for a while now. She always tries her best to ignore it, and never complains of any of my actions, yet sometimes I feel I am pushing her too far, demanding too much.
To make matters worse, I find Tris's bra, ripped buried under some blankets that must've fallen off the bed at night. Hot blush-blood rushes to my cheeks in embaressment What did I do? I wonder, frightened and excited as memories flow into my mind from last night It was great, I recall We were in love. We are in love. Picking up and organizing blankets from the floor, I find Tris's dress, her panties and my shirt in the tangle of fabrics. I throw it all in the wash and grab fresh underwear for Tris and a clean dark blue shirt of mine.
Just as I slip back into bed, Tris's eyes flutter open. She, like I did, frowns in confusion for a second, staring at her naked body. But then her eyes move up to me, and all the doubts she seemed to have vanish to be replaced by a smile. "Good morning, Beatrice" I whisper roughly, smiling.
She leans in and pecks a kiss on my cheek "I always loved that low, rough voice you used as an instructor," she tells me. I feel myself get red with embarassment, but a grin creeps up onto my face before I can stop it. As an instructor in dauntless, I developed a low voice, meant to sound cruel and menacing to the initiates-not seductive. "Don't be embarassed," she reassures and kisses me again, on the lips this time "I still do, actually."
We stay like this for a while, staring into each other's eyes, smiling-in love.
After a while-more than is socially acceptable-Tris breaks the silence. "I, uh, should get dressed" she says, sitting up on the bed. "I got it," I say, handing her the underwear I picked earlier for her. "Thanks," she says, taking the clothes from me an glancing down at them before putting them on
"Seriously, Tobias?" she asks, laughing "You had to pick these?" she questions me, referring to the tight, lacey push up bra I picked out and the matching thong. "They look nice on you, Tris!" I exclaim, a bit embarassed by my earlier decisions. "These barely cover me!" she complains, mockingly angry. "I don't mind that," I reply, leaning in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Of course you don't," she sighs, looking up at me. "Oh, c'mon just put them on, Tris" I tell her, kissing her neck hard.
"I will, I will-anything for my boyfriend!" she rolls her eyes and puts on the underwear. She looks around the bed, probably searching for a shirt or pants "Here," I say handing her my blue shirt. She pulls the shirt over her head, and it hangs loosely on her body, right below her butt "Thanks," she says and hops off the bed.
"Tris?" I call after her. "Yes?" she responds, turning around in the middle of a step. "It's been one year since we're living in Chicago," I tell her, my smile fading. "You mean today marks the anniversary of us living here?" she asks, a look of sorrow on her face "It's been so long, yet it feels like we came here yesterday…" she takes a deep breath and sighs.
Turning her direction, she walks back towards me rather than the kitchen. "I-I…" tears fill her eyes, and I know she is remembering all the deaths-of her parents, her brother, Will, Uriah-that occurred one year ago. "I know," I reply. She climbs onto my lap and buries her face in my shoulder. I wrap my arms strongly around her, embracing her in a hug. "Hey," I whisper to her "We have each other." She slowly lifts her head up to look at me. A small smile creeps onto my face. "I love you, Tobias Eaton," she whispers, placing a kiss on my lips."I love you, too, Beatrice" I kiss her back lightly. Tris snuggled on my lap, my arms wrapped around small body, we console each other in the only way that helps-wordlessly.