A/N: Some of you have been asking to make Tris seem like a nicer, more likable person, and some reviewers wanted me to show why Tris loves him. I hope this chapter clears some of that up, and also some in the next chapter. This chapter is mainly Fourtris fluff. :)
Chapter 11:
TRIS POV:
The next day we decide to take a break on the 'interrogation' because it's a little too much for both of us to handle. Tobias told me he has a surprise that we have to be at by six, and currently it's only three. We are both on the couch, my head in his lap while his fingers play with my hair. The television is on but I'm not soaked up into the show like Tobias who hasn't taken his eyes off of it for almost a straight hour.
I keep my eyes on his face, my back on the couch with my head on his thighs. His left hand is caressing my hair, twirling it through his fingers while his right hand lies on my stomach. I'm staring straight up at his face, memorizing the particular shade of blue that his eyes are. Only a few minutes later do I realize that the credits are on the screen and Tobias's right hand has picked up the remote and is switching through channels.
"What would you like to watch Tris?" He asks, bending his head down to stare into my eyes.
"I don't know," I say shrugging my shoulders as much as I can in my current position, "I don't really watch TV."
"I could tell you didn't like the last show because I could feel your eyes on me the whole time." He laughs his left hand coming to my cheek, causing him to stop caressing my hair. "Why were you looking at me like that?"
"I, umm...I like your eyes." I mutter, forcing my focus to stay on him.
"I'm glad you do. I like yours too." He mumbles helping me sit up so I'm now facing him on the couch, my legs folded underneath me. "Your eyes remind me of a storm, the blue skies combining with the grey clouds. Everytime I walk into a room, it's like they demand the attention that I know you hate. They are beautiful, and I want to see them all the time."
I can feel the smile creeping onto my face as he holds my head in both of his hands, the TV shows completely forgotten. My arms reach around his neck, my hands connecting together behind him as I lean closer. I like him like this, I've never seen him so poetic.
"Your eyes remind me of the ocean, a mysterious blue with the bright spots of the beautiful ocean life. Everytime I look into them, I feel like I'm drowning, they swallow me whole. They make my day, and I love the way they look at me, like I'm actually pretty. I don't just like them, I love them." I whisper, his closeness is forcing us to breath the same air, not that I'm complaining though.
"Isn't it known to be dangerous to mix the ocean with a storm?" He grins our eyes not leaving eachothers.
"I think it's something in nature thats beautiful. The waves crashing, the rain dropping, and every so often the sun will peak out, lighting the ocean and making it a beautiful blue. The raging water is something I would love to see, the beauty deep inside it." I mumble as my own smile spreads across my face even wider.
"I never pictured you to be the type of girl who's poetic." He chuckles, caressing the side of my face now, our bodies less than six inches away from each other.
"And I never pictured you to be that way either," I laugh too, "but like I said, there is still a lot to learn about each other."
"I love you, Tris."
Our foreheads are now touching, "I love you too, Tobias."
He finally leans in, our lips connecting in a rush of passion, his mouth moving in synchronization with mine. His lips feel like heaven, and I just want to pause this moment and live in it forever. He smells like metal, and something else that's distinctly male, probably his cologne or deodorant.
I can feel his mouth open, and I open mine as well, just not adding my tongue. I gently nibble on his lower lip, and I hear him moan, a deep rumbling sound. I can feel his tongue slowly slide across my lips, and I let him, but I don't do anything with my tongue, just because I feel like teasing him.
He backs up, both of us are breathing heavily and he whines a little, "Please kiss me."
Tobias tries to lean in again but I back up laughing, "Did I not just kiss you?"
"You did but...I mean...a little…with passion." He stutters not wanting to say, use tongue.
I laugh even more, caressing his cheek with my hand this time, leaning in, my face so close to his that if I moved a centimeter our lips would be touching. With a sudden burst of confidence, I take charge, smashing our lips together in a wet kiss. My mouth is the first to open, my tongue sliding across his bottom lip and he gladly opens. Our tongues dance, and I decide to be mean, just because I love him.
I slide my hands down his body, going over his core, taking my time on his abs. Once I get to the hem of his shirt, I yank it up to just underneath his pecks, my hands roaming his open skin. My hands travel down to just above his jeans, and I take a finger dipping it underneath his waistband, teasing him. I keep doing this motion until I can feel his begin to groan loud, his mouth coming off of mine, his doing.
"Just kidding…" he trails off his voice beyond shaky, "you need to stop. That feels too good."
I laugh a little, my fingers still dipping in only an inch into his pants, then coming out. When I stop, just for good measures, I thrust my hips into his hard. He instantly grabs my hips, holding me away from him, and I can't help but notice his situation down there.
"Please stop, please." He whispers, his eyes begging mine. "I already need to take a cold shower, so thank you for that."
"You're welcome, I love that I have that effect on you."
"I don't." He mutters, sitting in an awkward position to avoid hurting himself.
I chuckle even harder, "Why? Is it because I know your weakness now?"
He doesn't talk for a moment, probably deciding whether or not to admit I'm his weakness. Eventually he says, "Please don't tell anyone."
"You really think I want other girls trying that on you? Hell no!" I laugh as he does too.
After a few minutes of us staring at eachother, Tobias stands up, walking out of the room calling behind him that he was going to go take a cold shower before my surprise. Checking the time it's 5:08 and I know that Tobias said I was going to have to dress nice, so I decide to go upstairs and begin getting ready.
I search through my closet for something not baggy, and I'm sure by dress fancy he means a dress. There are only three dresses I have ever owned, and one is now too big on me, and the second is pink. I have to search a bit to find the third dress, the one I will wear for my surprise.
Finally I find it, still hidden away in one of the stray boxes I forgot to unpack from when I moved. The dress is black, lace lining the thick straps that go over my collarbone, it's tight fitting until about my mid-section, then it's loose flowing out to around mid-thigh. It was meant for someone with curves but knowing most dresses are, I don't care much.
I put my hair down from the messy bun I had it in, leaving it the way it is with the natural waves from the bun. Then I add some eye liner to the mascara I already had on, putting on just a tiny bit of blush, knowing I don't need concealer as I never get pimples. To do this all only takes about thirty minutes to finish with the final touches, doing all that I know about beauty.
When I walk down stairs, Tobias is sitting on the couch in the livingroom, his attention totally focused on show he is watching. He only finally notices me when I sit down on the couch next to him. He's dressed in a nice buttoned up shirt, a black tie hanging from the top, and nice blue jeans, no rips in them.
"I'm glad you choose a black dress, now we really look like a couple with my tie matching your dress." He laughs picking his tie up from his shirt. "Not to mention you look incredible in it. Damn Tris, I may have to take another cold shower just from looking at you in that dress."
I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks, bubbles of laughter filling my chest, bursting from my mouth. Apparently he likes the dress more than I thought he would.
"Thank you. I'm going to have to wear a jacket the whole time though because of my umm, scars." I mumble, the red in my cheeks getting darker.
"That's alright, Tris. That gives you less of a chance of seeing me beat the crap out of a guy who's staring at you." He says, standing from the couch, helping me up.
"Like any guy other than you would look at me." I mutter, my eyes traveling to the floor.
"You don't see what others see, Tris. You are beautiful and I hate how many guys look at you because I want you to be all mine." He tells me grabbing me by the hips pulling me close to him.
"Says the quarterback of the football team. The people I hang out with call you 'H-O-T', and she's the one with a boyfriend already." I say, both of us staring into each others eyes now.
"Now lets go to my surprise, I'm sure you're going to love it." He says smiling as he lets go of my hips, taking my arm in his, and leading me out to the car.
We both get into the car, him in the drivers seat, me comfy in the passenger. I reach over to turn on the radio but Tobias's hand stops me before I get to the dial. I pull my hand back, looking over at him.
"I think we should just talk, car rides don't always have to be drowned out in music." He tells me starting the car.
I start with, "Why do you have a camaro? I know your dad would never buy you this."
"It's a token of what I can do. I earned this myself, nobody bought me it." He tells me, rubbing the dashboard like it's the best thing in the world.
"And you seem to like it better than anything in this world." I laugh giving him a look of playfulness.
"Except for you, I like you even more than I like this car." He says, not looking over at me, his eyes glued to the road.
"That's impossible, you've talked about getting exactly a dull black camaro since we were ten, this is that exact car." I say, chuckling at the memory of the little ten year old boy, that was my friend, who would not stop talking about this car he rode in. "You can't possibly love anything more than you love this."
"Oh it is quite possible. Tris, I've known you since I was old enough to walk. You are much better than a car, or anything else. If I had the choice between a model wife with a huge house, and a ton of my dream cars, or you, I would choose you in a heartbeat." He says, stealing a quick glance at me, then back on the road.
If only I had had him for those year that he was absent, I would love to know what would have happened. Would we have gotten together, or stayed just friends, either way, I wish I knew. All I know now is that I love him. I may not be in love with him just yet, but I sure do love him.
When I do fall in love with him, I will tell him right away, because for me, I would want to know. If he falls in love with me and I'm not in love with him he will just have to wait, but I can feel it, I know I'm falling and as soon as I hit the bottom I will be in love. I just hope he knows that there are two different types of love.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asks glancing at me, breaking the complete silence.
"I was just thinking about how much I love you." I smile at him wondering whether it would be smart to ask him about the in love thing.
"By the way you say it, I have a feeling that that's not all." He tells me while he turns onto a dirt road.
"It's not but I would like to talk about that later," I pause looking out the window at the dirt, grass and trees, "why are we in some type of forest?"
"Well, as I remember, this is a surprise. You're not meant to know." He tells me, glancing at me in a mysterious way.
I huff, "I thought you knew I hated surprises."
"Oh I do." He chuckles pulling up to a dead end, the trees blocking my view from what I'm guessing to be his surprise.
He hops out of the car, scurrying over to my side to open the door for me like a true gentleman. I get out of the car, taking a deep breath in of the natural forest smell. Tobias smiles at me before popping the trunk and plucking a basket out of it. Then it all hits me. He's taking me on a picnic.
After I stare doubtfully at him for a minute of two, he takes my hand in his, his fingers lacing through mine, keeping them down at our sides.
"So why did you tell me you were happy that I was wearing a jacket, because we are seeing no one today." I say as he leads us onto a dusty and rocky path.
"I didn't want you getting cold out here, and so that my surprise stayed just that, a surprise." He tells me, walking faster almost as if he were overjoyed about getting where ever we were headed.
Eventually we reach a spot that seems to lead to an opening in the forest, and from here I can already see the gleaming of the lights, but I had not expected what I saw when I walked into the clearing with him.
I hope you liked this chapter, and the next chapter will be about their date and being in love. Please review if this cleared some of it up for you, I hope it did. Did you like the fluff, do you want it more fluffier or less and more drama. I really like your guys input, it helps be become a better writer. Love you all! Please review!
~divergent24-7
