A warmth embraces me, and I nuzzle closer if possible into Tobias' arms. He's not awake yet, but I don't care because I could sit here for hours in his warm embrace I just love him that much, especially since he rarely ever shows affection. Well, we both rarely show affection, so it's nice to have him hold me for once. Especially since it's so absentminded, kind of like he needs to protect me in our sleep.
"I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you," I think. Remembering the time he said that to me, and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach, and a forest fire erupting on my skin because of his touch.
Why did I have to think about it?
A huff of air leaves Tobias' lips, and I can tell he's tired, so I try not to move as much. I slowly pull his arm off of me, so I can free myself from his hold. But, he tenses up and wraps his arms around me tighter. I inwardly slap myself for want to coo at how cute Tobias was.
No, Tobias isn't cute, he's sexy.
A sexy brave soldier, who just so happens to love a girl like me. I still don't know why, though. It's probably because he liked that I overcame my weaknesses during initiation, and maybe that's when he knew, he liked me. I still find it hard to believe that he likes/loves me. I really do have to leave though.
I pull his arm off of me slower than last time but he still manages to wield his arms around me again, his grip was somehow tighter then before. He pulls me closer to his chest and I can't help but nuzzle up against him, basking in his body heat.
The sweet sweet scent of him tingles my nostrils and I just want to smell all of him, hide my face in his neck and take in his sweet scent. I kiss his jugular, and he takes in a small intake of breath. I tense. I didn't know he was awake, I thought he was just clingy when he was asleep, now I know he's clingy in the mornings.
"You're so beautiful." He says, finally confirming that he's actually awake.
I blush, and look down at his naked chest, not wanting him to see. I wish he wasn't looking down at me.
He puts his hand underneath my chin and makes me look into his eyes, that are full of something I can't fully comprehend. Is it lust, love, or what?
Why is he staring at me like that?
His intense stare flusters me even more. "What's wrong," he asks, suddenly.
I shake my head, "Nothing's wrong. It's just," I hesitate for a few moments trying to find the right words. "I find you intimidating."
"And I find you too free-willed for my liking. But that's okay," he says, pulling away from me.
I miss the skin-to-skin contact though, but I wouldn't dare to tell Tobias that. What would he think of me then?
Tobias goes over to his dresser and pulls out a black sweater, and some black skinny jeans-his normal dauntless attire.
He looks so se-. No, shut up Tris. Why must you think such things? I look up and see Tobias fully clothed, and can't help but wonder where he's going.
"So. . . what are you dressed up for?"
"You and I are going to go get tattoos, because I think it'll be fun," he says, with seriousness.
Not matching tattoos, right. Because that's cliché. I bite my lip, and meet his eyes, he looks lost in thought. Kind of like how I was.
Then he speaks, "I mean we're not getting matching tattoos because that's just too cliché and stupid, but I mean real tattoos of meaningful stuff in our lives."
I nod, and pull on the short that Tobias picked out for me, it was a black v-neck shirt that showed my collarbone, which exposed my Crows tattoo, and some black skinny jeans like his.
My rib age still hurts from the lingering sting of the needle, though the tattoo I got was small and only a few letters it still hurt like hell. I wonder what Tobias got? Whatever it is, it's bound to be full of meaning, which mine is too. But a different meaning, probably.
Tobias and I walk toward the chasm, passing through the pit, which was empty, and Tobias and I were completely left alone. Good. I love getting to be alone with him, because it gives me a chance to talk to him, and express things or feelings, I guess you could say.
It's silent for a few minutes.
"So what's your tattoo," I finally ask, interrupting the silence that so comfortably lingered.
A smirk grew on his face, and I inwardly gulp. Oh, what is it going to be?
He raises his shirt up a few inches revealing his collarbone. Perfect place for a tattoo. He pulls back the bandage a little, carefully because of the tender, raw skin.
When the bandage it off all the way, my mouth falls open, it's a tattoo of my name, written in cursive letters on his collarbone.
Tris.
I rub the tip of my thumb over it gently and let a small smile grace my lips, and then Tobias doesn't even have to ask. I pull the hem of my shirt up a few inches and show him my tattoo, it's the same as his, his name in cursive lettering on my ribcage.
Tobias.
Tobias is in shock at the sight, he falls to his knees and looks into my eyes, as if he's asking for permission to do something, but I don't know what. Then he places his lips on the tattoo, and let's it linger for a moment. When he pulls back he places a single kiss on every letter of his name. The kisses are so soft and pleasuring, especially on my skin, that I curl my toes inside of my shoes, and restrain from releasing a moan. I know now that, I'm madly in love him, and he's love with me.
I'll never get tired of seeing my name on such a beautiful canvas, such as him.