Being a bit lazy with this one :P

This chapter is included in the original story but if some of you forgot what happens, you can scan over it quickly.

No surprises here.

So last night went really well. I finally got the chance to tell Tris I love her. I feel better now even through there is a big chance she won't remember it. When you're feeling sceptical, you have to bring out the wine.

I run my hand down her face one last time before getting out of the bed. She looks so peaceful when she is asleep. Though looks can be deceiving, she is probably having another nightmare. I heard her say my name in her sleep back at the security building. The last thing I want is for her to be afraid of me. No matter if it is in her dreams or in real life.

I know exactly when I started having those feelings towards Tris. It started right from the beginning. I did not feel guilty trying to hurt her during initiation. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I am slightly unstable, but I am convinced it was just jealously. I was jealous of how a Stiff could outsmart everyone. I was jealous of how she was stronger than me. Not physically, but mentally. She never gave up. She was a true Dauntless. That is why I fell in love with her.

I should have told her about the rebels of the city. Since Chicago was freed from the experiment, some people started to rebel: those who are devoted to the factions system. We thought that when we started to take the fence down, they would deal with the fact that the factions would never return again but that wasn't the case. Those people gathered a group, which mostly consisted of Erudite and Dauntless. A deadly combination. From what people have assumed, their mission is to stop the demolition of the fence first. Their next move would be to assassinate Tris Prior along with the people who aided her.

I put my shirt on and run a hand through my hair. We spent the rest of the night making out, so no complaints there. I was thinking about going all the way with her but I couldn't. Not when she was drunk. Instead, I let her discard my shirt. She fell asleep on me just when it started to get hot.

I smile when she groans in her sleep and turns over. Those sounds don't suggest a nightmare. I lean down next to her and run my thumb along her scarred cheek. Her eyes flutter open before she smiles at me. They are puffy and red from the crying last night. I remember the trickle of tears down my face as we kissed.

"Hey," I start, kissing her exposed wrist. She grins at me before placing a hand on her forehead.

"Hangover," she whispers. I kiss her lips before I can stop myself.

"I'll give you some water," I state, standing up to walk into the kitchen. I hear her sitting up when I leave the room and when I come back with the glass of water and Chaser, she stands near the window, looking out.

I watch her consume the pill and wash it down with water. Her gaze is vacant, like she is not in the room with me. I touch her to bring her back and she smiles, putting down the glass of water.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asks. I give her a curious look before she continues, "I'm not safe here, I am not safe at your workplace… sooner or later they are going to hunt me down. You are going to get hurt."

I suppress a sigh to hide my frustration and wrap my arms around her. "We talked about this,"

"Yeah, I know," she says, "But let's be realistic," I kiss her forehead when she looks up at me.

"We'll figure this out, I promise," I say. Deep down I know that I will never convince her. The girl is as stubborn as a mule.

Tris fakes a smile and kisses the corner of my lips.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

That afternoon I called in sick, so I didn't have to deal with the dead bodies around my office and leave Tris behind at my apartment. She started yelling at me, saying that I can't just skip work forever because of her but I got my way in the end. She still glares at me from time to time, but I shrug it off.

I am sat on the couch with Tris sprawled across my lap, watching yet another film. She seems to take an interest in movies. More interest than I ever did. I watch as a crease appears between her eyebrows. Her eyes are glued to the screen. I can't help but smirk at how seriously she takes those films. It's like she is actually in that place, trying to solve the conflict herself.

I run a hand down her thigh to evict a reaction from her, but she squeezes her legs together, trapping my hand. I almost laugh. It's a wonder that she didn't notice what I was about to do.

I take a deep breath before leaning down to kiss her temple. She doesn't tear her eyes off the screen, but leans into me to accept the gesture. "Are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"I'm not mad at you," she says, glancing up at me for a second.

"Then kiss me," I challenge. She rolls her beautiful eyes at me before leaning up and pecking my lips. I spank her behind playfully and she gasps. "That wasn't a kiss."

I grab the remote and press the pause button, noticing how she sits up on my lap. "You weren't really enthusiastic about it," I say, grinning widely at her. Tris being Tris takes it the wrong way and slaps my arm. I raise my eyebrows at her, "What was that for?"

"You're being an idiot, Peter," she says. In contradiction, she straddles my lap and I run my hands around her body slowly.

"I just want you to kiss me," I whine. Even though she doesn't show it, I see in her eyes that she is amused.

"You want me to kiss you?" Before she has time to say anything else, I lean up and plant a kiss on her cheek. She giggles quietly. Success.

As soon as her shield is broken, I continue the trail of kisses down her neck, watching how she extends it for better access. My lustful inner self takes over and I start sucking on her collarbone, near her tattoo. Her hand grips my hair as I nibble at the skin gently.

"Peter," she sighs. I relax my muscles in response, hoping that she would feel how comfortable I am like this. My hands squeeze her butt tightly, pushing her closer to me. The pressure of her rubbing against my manhood is too much to take, and suddenly I feel myself growing.

I groan against her skin, letting her know how turned on I am. How have we not done this before? I was such an ass during initiation that I took all of my chances of being with her like this along with my ruthless personality. My guess is that she is not a virgin. Definitely not a virgin. A guy can only be with her for a certain amount of time before he starts getting urges. My urges started a week after I met her. She is irresistible.

I kiss her back loudly when her lips attack mine. She wastes no time with my shirt, and momentarily it is on the floor. Air escapes my lungs when she pushes me against the back of the couch and runs her petite hands over my abs. I glance up to see that she is chewing on her lip. Her bottom lip loses all of its colour, but I reach up and tug it away from her teeth, bringing the red back into it.

"You're so hot," I whisper. Tris seems to blush slightly and focuses her gaze back on my abs. I smirk as I watch her expression. One of her hands rests on my chest, where the heart would be. I stare at her in order to understand what she is trying to say, but her eyes are vacant. "Tris, talk to me."

"What?" she asks. I am confused by her response but then she continues, "It's been a long time."

I let my hand linger at the bottom of her shirt as she straightens her back. "Take your time," my voice is more playful than I intended it to be. She lets out a soft chuckle before leaning closer to me and kissing my lips once.

"I need to use the bathroom," she whispers, her lips brushing past mine. I take that as a clear sign. This is what girls do, right? Run to the bathroom to shave their legs before jumping into bed with men?

"Okay…" I whisper back.