Hello! How are you? So here's chapter 10! Like I said I'm going to try to update often, but really I can't assure you anything! Today Argentina plays and I'm super excited about it! It's the first time in 25 years that we get to the semi-finals and I was crying the other day! Well, hope you like this chapter and please leave me your review, critic, PM or whatever, I'd really like to know what you think about this

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DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO VERNICA ROTH, IF I HAD OWNED IT TRIS WOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED VANESA AND THE EXPERIMENT WOULD HAVE BEEN IN BUENOS AIRES RATHER THAN CHICAGO! J

Tobias

I walk down the hall, following where I saw Tris going from the windows.

The orchards she said, but I noticed how she looked at my father all the time, following his movements. It makes me angry to see that she hasn't trusted me to tell me the truth, and even angrier that she followed him. He could hurt her, he could hit her, he could…

I shake my head, trying to get those thoughts away from my mind.

No, she's strong, brave. He'll do nothing to her.

I don't really know where she went, so I just try to imagine where she could be. That's when a figure calls my attention, near the water fountain.

Peter

He's hidden between two big walls, like he doesn't want to be discovered. I get closer, also not wanting him to notice me. I hate this boy so much; I have hated him ever since initiation started because I could see Eric in him. That's when I hear two voices, two voices I could recognize anywhere but for really different reasons: Marcus and Tris. I could always recognize his because his is the one that had tormented me all my life, and hers because it's the one that got me out of the fucking simulation, the one voice that can bring heat and quietness to my heart, love and adoration, weakness and strength, preoccupation and certainty. It's the only voice in the world that can make me feel things I've never felt before.

And what freezes me is that Marcus's voice has the same pitch, like the one he used to use with me, like the one he talked to me with today back in the kitchen.

I can't hear what they are saying, but I can notice that they are arguing.

"…Tobias's right, you know? You're nothing more than arrogant and filthy scum," Tris says and I freeze.

My whole being is divided in two: one part wants to yell at her, shake her until she understands what she has done. She's uncovering my secrets, letting him know my weakness by telling him how much he influenced on me.

The other part want to punch Marcus in his face, lift her up and take her somewhere safe, away from him. And this thought surprises me the most, because before Tris, I had never thought (I never could) stand up to Marcus.

It hadn't matter how trained, strong, or fearless everyone wanted to make me look; I just couldn't stand up to him. Not until her, not until I had something to do it for. Now, when I think about facing Marcus, I can sense desperation, fear. and rage trapping me, but this… protective feeling, this thing inside me that says he won't ruin me anymore is stronger. And it's not that I don't want him to ruin me for myself, but for Tris. I want to be a whole person for her, not broken, she doesn't deserve that.

"Did he say that?" Marcus asks.

"He doesn't even waste his time mentioning you, he doesn't care. You're less than shit for him and everyday you become less and less. Tell me, because I don't really get it: How can someone be so stupid as to beat his own son that way? Make yourself be hated? You lost him and I feel bad for you. You lost an incredible man that you'll never get to know."

After that she walks away and I'm shocked. Certainly her saying that I didn't even bother to speak about him didn't make me weak, it made me strong.

But, at this moment, that doesn't matter to me, what shocked me was all those amazing things she said about me. Does she really see me like that? All I can think about is how I don't want to be like Marcus and mistreat Tris, cause her any pain. I'm terrified I can become the monster he is to me in my mind, and there she goes saying I'm incredible.

I have to be, I have to be incredible, for her. I have to be strong, and although I still believe that even if I can face my fears in a simulation, facing them in reality is unbearable, I have to do it. For Tris.

When I'm sure she's not there I get out of my hiding spot and walk towards Marcus, who's facing the water and not paying attention.

When I'm close to him the sudden wave of bravery that had made me come up to him washes away and I again feel as if I'm ten years old, scared and broken. He hasn't noticed me and that's the only good thing, that's what prepares me for what's going to come next.

I grab him by his back and rudely push him into the wall, my arms not letting go.

"Listen to me carefully, Marcus," I say, hissing his name, using my best fearing voice, that one that Tris calls Four's voice, "I don't know what you were talking about and don't truly even care, but I know that if she was speaking to you like that it is because the real you came out." I can sense his breathing increasing and sweating. I press harder, "If you ever, ever, ever speak to her like that again, if you ever put a hand or hurt her, fuck even if you even speak to her, there won't be any Abnegation title that could save you. I'll hunt you down and kill you. We clear?" I finish, letting him go now and stepping a bit back.

I'd be lying if I say my body is not shaking in fear. Fear that he'll take it back now, take his belt and whip me. I've hidden all the marks that he left, or at least the majority of them, with tattoos. That's why my back is full of them, but even under them, and even in the little parts where it's not covered, you can see those lashes, lashes that I know will be there forever.

He composes himself and then looks at me, his eyes full of anger, hate, and even what I think is disappointment.

"You won't," he says, getting closer to me. I know I could take him down in seconds, but flinch anyway. Fear does not understand weights, force, or strange. Fear does not understand reasons or logic, because it's just fear. It's illogical, like Christina and her fear of moths, or Will and his fear for unicorns. My fear is my father, my fear is what he did to me, my fear is him, but now it makes no sense. I could just stand up and hit him, but it's him, and that's what terrifies me.

"Now you listen to me, boy," I flinch at this word, the one he used to use towards me, "be careful, because you know you would never hurt me. Not now, not ever"

He goes away, his eyes, those deep blue eyes exactly like mine never leaving mines. I now he's right, but I feel satisfied when I notice his body's still shaking.

The fight with Marcus left me on my toes all day, remembering his words and trying to find a meaning for them. After all this time, after four years of not seeing him, after becoming Dauntless, becoming Four, Eric, trainings, meeting Tris, stopping a simulation, and now facing a war, it annoys me and makes me angry with myself that I can't fully get over this fear of him, that I can't truly face him.

I wonder how my fear landscape looks now. Of course Marcus will be there, I suppose that, but will it be the same?

After dinner, in which surprisingly I don't see Tris, I go to have a shower and then I go to my room. I really need to speak with her, and consider going to her bedroom, but resist it, taking that if she hasn't come to me it is because she must be busy with her parents or brother, or she's also as shocked as I am, trying to process everything. I don't want to be one of those needy boyfriends that stick to their girls all day, not giving them space because I know Tris would hate that.

Plopping on the bed, I close my eyes, finally falling asleep.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how dark the room is, the only light coming from the moon through the window, and it makes me shiver. The second thing is a gentle weight on the bed's other side.

I turn around and find Tris there, lying on one side, wearing a t-shirt and long trousers which are too big for her. Her eyes can almost spark light in this dark place and I smile. She smiles back at me and caresses my face with her hand.

"Hey," I say,

"Hey," she answers back.

I grab her by her waist, expecting her to reject me, but she just smiles bigger and gets closer to me, half of her now over my chest, her legs over mine. I can feel heat radiating through her body, her hands on my chest, and she kisses my chin. I sigh

"Do you like this…? How this feels?" she asks, and I just nod.

She just comes closer, pulling herself over me, and starts kissing my collarbone, then my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.

"Tris…" I warn her. You need to speak with her about what you heard Tobias, not heat it up with her! Stop this now!

"Shh…" she says, "I know you saw me speaking with him, we'll speak about that later, but you're just so handsome. Let's not worry about anything now, okay?"

I gulp and look at her. Her hair is falling all over her face, her eyes with a look I've never seen before.

"Okay," I answer back.

She continues kissing, and I just can't stand here and do nothing, so I start touching her. My hands travel to her hips, pulling her up a bit so that she's sitting on my lap. I know she can notice my erection, but she just smiles at it.

"Mmm…." she says and, with her hands on my chest and her eyes closed, she moans, "I love it, I love feeling you Tobias."

Fuck, she's making me go nuts. My name coming out from her lips is the best thing ever, and this vision of Tris over me, riding me like a goddess, is too much.

I want to feel her; I want to give her pleasure.

Slowly my hands start rising up, taking her t-shirt with it. I expect her to stop me, but she doesn't. She just smiles at this, her eyes still closed. So, finally, I reach her breasts and take her shirt off.

Beautiful is no way of describing her. There are no words at all for this.

Her upper body is small, just like all of her, and breathtaking. Tris laughs slightly.

"Remember to breathe Tobias," she says, and I breathe deeply. Fuck, I had seriously forgotten to do that, my lungs asking for air. She laughs again. "Seeing something you like?" she asks and I chuckle. What the hell happened with the shy, Abnegation Tris? This is not how she usually acts, but having her on top of me, her body half naked doesn't let me think straight.

I look at her breasts, which are small, round and tight. They are covered by a tiny bra and I want to take it off and touch them, but don't really know how to do it, or if she'll like that. I think she can see my hesitation, because boldly she takes my right hand and puts it on her breasts.

"Touch them, touch me, Tobias," she moans, "I love it, love when you touch me, it feels like fireworks."

Fuck, fuck, shit… I want to do this so much, and at the same time I'm terrified. How deep does she want to take this? Does she want to… No, of course not, idiot! You have to behave! Oh, fuck, I don't think I can control myself if this continues. But I want so much to take this further, so I press my hands to her breasts, and she moans louder. Slowly, I take off her bra, throwing it away, and when I see her boobs without anything covering them, I can't look away, I can't breathe, I can't do anything.

She's just so beautiful…so her.

And that's when I notice… she took my hand with her right arm. The one that had been shot.

"Your arm… you grabbed my hand with your right arm, how? Doesn't it hurt?" I ask and she smiles

"This demonstrates why you weren't chosen for Erudite, doesn't it?" she says, "You ate bread Tobias,"

I don't know what she's referring to, I ate bread? But I notice how her voice doesn't sound quite right, how she can move her arm…

Tris hasn't stopped kissing me, her lips on my chest, her hands on my back tracing the tattoos as she always does.

"Is this a dream?" I ask her, and she smirks looking at me.

"Something like that… yes, it's a dream, it's your dream. What naughty ones you have, Tobias," she says looking at my eyes, biting her lips. Disappointment fills me, but then… if this is a dream, my dream, can't I enjoy it? I just want her so much, I love her so much and I don't want to scare her…

"This is your dream Tobias, enjoy it," she says and kisses me again, and I close my eyes in pleasure. If this is a dream why does it feel so real? I've had dreams about her before, and they don't feel so close, so real. Every fucking detail is here, her breath too close to me. How can this feel so good?

Her hands look for my trousers and start unzipping them

"Shh…don't think about it, just go along with this." Her lips look for mine and I kiss her, roughly, switching places so that I'm on top. My jeans fall off to my knees and I quickly get them off, now only covered by my boxers.

I kiss down her neck, her collarbone and then when I reach her breasts I look at her. She gives me a slight nod, smiling, and I take one of her nipples with my mouth. Her breasts are small and my mouth so big that it enters almost completely into it.

Tris (or my vision Tris?) moans, one of her hands on my hair, playing with it.

"Yes, like that, please, Tobias, I need more," she moans. All I can feel is fire, fire inside me, fire in my inner thighs killing me and at the same time making me alive. All I can feel is Tris, her body, her moans and screams and growls, her hands and her breast in my mouth.

How can this not be real? It feels so real, so close, so…tangible

Tris's hand travels to my crotch and slips inside my boxers, taking me. I stop and gasp, because I couldn't have expected that. It was such a bold movement. I look right through her eyes.

"I need you, Tobias. Please, I need you. I'm ready," she says, and I freeze.

Minutes ago all I could think about was her, her and her. Now, I think I'll panic. How do I do this? I don't know how to, I don't know how to make her feel right, make her feel pleasure. I don't want to hurt her, and at the same time every cell, every fiber in my body asks, screams for this.

"It's ok, I want this," she says again, smiling. "Don't you want this?" she asks, now almost a pleading, "am I not good enough?"

I shake my head, because I really don't want her to think that she's not good enough. She is. She's so damn good that she's the only one that I had let enter into my life, the only one that could make me shiver with just a touch.

"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her, and she just smiles.

"You won't," Then I get what she's trying to say: I won't hurt her because this is a dream. It's in my head; I won't hurt her because I don't want to.

I unbutton her jeans, taking them along with her underwear and when a completely bare Tris is in front of me I can't breathe anymore. Tris quickly gets off my boxers, and there we stand: both of us, completely naked.

Slowly, I thrust into her, and the feeling is too overwhelming. This feels like nothing I've ever experienced before. This feels great, Elysium. This feels as if she's made for me and I'm made for her. She's extremely tight, her body embracing me, connecting with my body.

I don't even notice when I start moving inside her, thrusting in and out, and I try to look at her. I know, somehow, that she's smiling; calling my name… but it all feels so… lost, away. And it feels real at the same time.

"mmm… Tobias, please don't go, I need more!" I can hear her scream (can I? I don't even seem to remember)

Tris starts to feel more distant, far away from me. And then there's nothing, just black.

I wake up and realize that I'm back in my room; Tris is not here, just me. An extremely aroused me, in bed alone. I feel dizzy, a bit dazed, but somehow I know it's not because of the dream I just had.

Wow. It was a really weird dream.

This has not been the first time I have had a sexual dream about her. After all those hours training, I couldn't help but think about her, dream about her. It was such a nightmare to be so close, so near and not being able to touch her, feel her, tell her how much I liked her.

I look down at me.

Damn it, that fucking dream had been too much. Looking at the small clock, I see that it's 3:15 am. I know I won't get any sleep unless I release myself and… well, can I actually say I don't want to?

My hand travels to my pants, slipping through my underwear and I grab my erection. I try to think how she would do it: she'd be soft, easy at the beginning because she has never done this before. After all that has happened in this past month, after all the times that I had to hide how much I wanted her, after all the things that have happened since we ran from Dauntless, I really can't take this anymore. I need her, I need her so much, but I'd never do anything that she didn't want to. And I know fucking well that I'd never do it with any other girl apart from her, that for sure.

So my mind starts filling with images of her, how her lips on my chest, on my back had felt. How daunted she had been, her hands on my crotch and mine over her body.

Tris, Tris, Tris… that's the only thought in my mind. That dream coming to my mind, that one particularly strong dream. My touch becomes faster, stronger, more desperate, as I imagine her on me, making this.

"Tris… oh, Tris," I don't even notice when her name escapes from my lips and don't really care. It's just when I feel a warm hand over mine that I open my eyes and try to stop my movements. What the hell? Has someone entered in my room? Why haven't I seen it? Shame fills me, shame that someone caught me doing this, and when I look up I see Tris's hungry eyes looking back at me.

SO? Extremely bad? Really good? I have to say this is the first time I write a lemon (or kind of?) what did you think? Did you realize it was a "dream" before Tobias? Hahah and you'll have to wait to see what Tris does and thinks about finding her boyfriend in this situation!

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