Okay guys, first off I wanna say a big, bad THANK YOU to all my amazing reviewers out there and all my readers! You guys are absolutely and incredibly awesome. And get this! I went to Google this story because I wanted to check for sure where I left off, and in the Google quick search thingy, right when I got to about 'My little Sol' (Because it thought I was typing My Little Pony) IT HAD 'MY LITTLE SOLDIER DIVERGENT FANFICTION' there! I was smiling like a fricking idiot and my mom looked at me funny. SO THANK YOU, because it wouldn't have been there if people weren't searching this, let alone reading this.
Oh, and I know that I took awhile to update. Time passes rather quickly without me noticing so if you find that I haven't posted in awhile, don't be afraid to PM me. I need reminders haha.
And recently I was flipped off of a four wheeler. Quite fun. And absolutely fucking terrifying, might I had. My whole right side is sore..
And I'll be venturing off on yet another trip soon, this Friday actually. And I know I said I'd post 'today' which was really yesterday, but I am up at midnight trying to get this up haha. Things have been pretty hectic.
Oh, and check out my other oneshot short stories that go along with this, Two Idiots and A Baby!
Disclaimer: If I owned Divergent, I would practically own all of you and I'm pretty sure that's something along the lines of illegal, you know, owning someone.
Chapter 11
I use a Wuthering Heights quote in here that I obviously do not own. Try to find it.
**PLEASE READ** There is a slight lemon in this chapter. Not graphic or anything.
Tris's POV
He remains silent for a long time and I take my time in looking everywhere but him. The trees, the stars, the nearing initiates who can't seem to walk any slower, even his shoes. When I finally reach his eyes, his face is set in stone, a shocked expression plaguing his normally well guarded face.
"Tobias-Four," I plead, begging him to say something before the initiates come. He just stands there, frozen, as I look back to the ground, tears welling in my eyes.
Tobias's POV
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Tris's POV
"Um, we should go back -," I say turning around to face the initiates, my eyes blurred from unshed tears. You know that feeling when you're trying not to cry? You know, the one where you can just feel the tears about to fall and there's that lump in your throat that somehow gives you a headache? Yeah. Well that shit sucks. I keep my hair covering my face, determined not to let Tobias see me cry. Not again.
As I am about to turn fully, another hand catches my wrist and I am spun around and pulled into Tobias with such force that I could swear I had ran into a wall. Lips crash onto mine with such urgency, such passion, that I stand there like a blubbering idiot for a few seconds before pulling him deeper into the kiss. Screw Abnegation. Screw the initiates. This is right. His hands are everywhere. On my upper thigh, on my back, tangled in my hair, caressing my cheek. I feel a groan rip through his body as he pulls me even closer, somehow managing to further close the nonexistent space between us, my body molding to his.
"Tris," he mutters as he kisses me hard one last time before peppering my face with gentle kisses – my hair, my nose, my lips. Our foreheads rest against each other and I can feel his warm breath against my face as we try to catch our breaths and everything finally feels good, right. Like all the details have finally fallen into place and all the good and bad and right and wrong and everything that's perfect in the world and everything that's cruel has finally made sense. Because in this moment, there are no secrets, there are no hidden details about either one of us that can't be shared. Because his arms are wrapped so tightly around me now, so firmly, that I have forgotten how it feels to be any other way. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Because I love him, and he loves me.
Shockingly enough.
I finally look up to meet his eyes – his deep blue eyes, almost black in the night, that matched so perfectly to Theo's. I let the tears in my eyes spill over as he closes his own and runs his thumb along my cheekbone. My breath catches in my throat when his eyes flick open, rimmed with red – tears of his own threatening to fall, and I hold back a small smile.
"Tobias," I mutter gently as a single tear falls onto his cheek. He lets out a watery chuckle as he shakes his head, his macho bravado gone for now, and looks straight at me.
"Say it again." he murmurs and I stutter.
"What?"
"Say it again." his voice is firmer this time, surer.
"I-I'm pregnant?" I whisper in question and nearly shriek as I am lifted from the ground in Tobias's embrace and am practically spun around. I hear his growl of a laugh, low and light at the same time as he sets me down and places one last kiss on my lips before pulling me into his arms, my body engulfed, my head tucked snugly under his chin.
"I love you," he whispers in such a vulnerable way that I tighten my grip around him. "I love you. I love you. I love you." he keeps repeating over and over again, gently into my hair, panting, as he slowly sways us back and forth in his embrace. "I love you Beatrice Eaton, Tris. God I fucking love you."
Tobias's POV
Dear God. I'm gonna be a dad. Again.
Devina's POV
As soon as we jump off of the train, which, let me tell you, was kinda piss-pantsin' scary, I somehow find myself in the middle of a bunch of bickering initiates. Word to the wise, it isn't the most pleasant thing. I look up nervously and see Tris giving me an encouraging smile, despite the fact that Jordyn and her hate gang are standing right behind me. Oh well. I watch as she practically drags and oddly pale faced Fouor to the Ferris Wheel and I feel my breath catch as I view the structure, so tall, almost swaying in the night sky. I gulp. Come on Devina, I mentally prep myself. Be Dauntless.
"Oi!" That sounds about right, right? Uriah says it all the time. I keep repeating my 'be Dauntless' mantra over and over in my head. "Listen up." My eyes widen in surprise as everyone actually turns and listens to me. Oh, this is good. We start devising a plan as my eyes continue to flicker to the Ferris Wheel once more, finding a double take necessary when I see two figures scaling the thing like it was a ladder. Holy crap. I look back down to see Jordyn looking in the same direction, arms folded tightly against her body, and I smirk. Oh yeah, this is definitely good.
MLSMLSMLSMLSMLSMLSMLS
As Four and Tris reach the ground, the shrieking herd of initiates slowly make their way over to them. Tris stood in front of Four, her face shielded by her hair, as Four looked at her with wide eyes, looking as if he had seen a ghosts – correction – looking as if he was still seeing the ghost. I push through the initiates when I see Tris's tear stained face and stop short when Four practically slams his lips against Tris's, causing her to take a few unsteady steps backwards.
Well that was unexpected.
My breath catches in my throat as I watch, feeling like an imposer, like I wasn't supposed to see this little private moment in front of me – the Abnegation in me. But part of me, the Dauntless part, felt a smile creeping onto my face, felt the laugh burst from my stomach. Watching Four and Tris together, in front of everyone, not caring that they were in front of everyone made Dauntless feel a little more like home and freedom. By now all the initiates have stopped their movement and stand shocked, Jordyn's mouth opening and closing like a flopping fish. I stand closest to them, smiling slightly as I catch a piece of their conversation.
"Say it again."
"What?"
"Say it again." He smiles lopsidedly at Tris and holds her tighter.
"I-I'm pregnant?"
My jaw drops when Tris shrieks as she is lifted from the ground and laughter bubbles in my chest when I see the biggest smile I think I've ever seen spread across Four's face. Wow. He has really white teeth.
They stand there for awhile, locked in an embrace, swaying back and forth as Four mumbles something into her hair. All the other initiates stand around me, still as stone, watching the scene unfold like a movie – some watching with wide eyes and unsure grins, and others held sour expressions, their arms folded tightly against their chests. No one had been close enough to hear anything, but I could practically see some of Four's fangirls swooning. My eyes settle back on Four as he looks up at me and offers me a small smile – his eyes red and glistening. I point to his cheek and wear a mask of shock as he chuckles and wipes the tear from his face. Tris finally pulls her head from Four's chest and turns to face me, her cheeks shining with even more tears than Four. I give her a big, toothy smile and a ridiculously, rowdy thumbs up as they walk back toward us, hand in hand, and she just shakes her head, her eyes bright and smiling.
Jordyn's POV
What the fuck?
Pete's POV
Well that was hot.
Tobias's POV
I can feel my heart pounding against my chest as Tris's small hand grabs mine tightly. God I wanted her. Needed her. I wipe the tears from her face as we start to walk back and I can't seem to shed the smile that has permanently etched its way onto my face. I want to laugh. I want to cry. Hell, I want to fucking scream to the world and skip like a merciless lunatic. The adrenaline from climbing the Ferris Wheel is ow only amplified, and I can't stand still, can't wait to get home and -
"So we thought of a plan," Jordyn says sweetly, interrupting my thoughts. I look past her and to Devina as she starts dishing out who goes where, Tris's small voice popping in every now and then, throwing in helpful bits of information where the flag is located. Soon enough we're on the train ride home, the other team's flag neatly folded in Devina's lap.
Tris's POV
I laugh silently to myself as I lean against Tobias's hard chest inside the train. He won't stop whispering things in my ears, inappropriate things, mind you, and if it weren't for the mix of initiates and Dauntless members, I would have jumped him right there. His hands are everywhere, moving subtly from my hips to my stomach as he tactfully kisses my neck and collarbone. Small breaths of "I love you" keep finding it's way to my ears and I sigh as I press further into him, happy when I hear a quiet groan escape his lips.
"You aregoing to be the death of me, babe." he growls in my ear and I find myself laughing even
harder. Tobias was being so un-Tobias right now. I turn to give him a quick kiss on the lips, not caring that the initiates were all sneaking glances every so often trying to find something more interesting to watch than Uriah attempting to "surf the train." His thumb traces circles on my flat stomach as he smiles widely and I can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
"Oi! Four! Why so giggly, man?" Uriah yells over the rumbling of the train. Four tactfully nudges him with his foot and chuckles as Uriah slips to the floor.
"Git." he mumbles.
"He's just pissed he lost." Tobias whispers in my ear and I sigh, resting my head on his chest. Christina looks up from the groaning mess on the floor that is Uriah and nearly squeals as she takes in Tobias's hand resting under mine, fingers tracing my skin. I give her a sharp glare but soon laugh as she begins freaking out silently. She was right all along – about Four and the baby. God, I would never hear the end of this.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS A BIT FRISKY
As soon as I push the door open to our apartment, I am pinned against the wall, rock hard arms locked firmly around my head. His lips brush my forehead and small, torturous kisses are trailed down my neck as Tobias kicks the door shut, sending it slamming through the Dauntless Compound. I sigh as I shift forward, molding myself to him as I feel him pressed against me. He lets out a strangled moan as he pushes me to the kitchen counter, struggling to find words yet breath at the same time.
"I," he places a kiss just below my ear, "have," one to my jaw, "Been. Hard. Ever. Since. You. Told. Me." He growls, planting a kiss to a different part of my body between every single word. First just below my ear, then my jaw, then my neck, collarbone, and the three ravens. When he finally reaches my lips, after what seems like years and years, I whimper and struggle to keep him there. My cheeks burn from the way he speaks and I suck in a breath when he lifts me to his waste, my legs wrapping tightly around him, as he pushes me gently up against the wall.
"We need -," I gasp when he rolls his hips against mine. "To get -," He does it again, harder this time, his mouth sucking gently on my neck. "Theo," I finish pathetically as he lifts me from the wall and presses me to the bed. He stands up and I frown from the loss of contact. The moonlight from the window encases his body, shadowing his features as he slowly rips of his shirt. He leans over me slightly before his lips crash back to mine.
"Zeke has him," he murmurs quietly against my mouth and with that, I am gone, fumbling with the belt buckle of his jeans, growling in frustration when it stays put. I thump his chest when I hear a low chuckle and soon enough we are both bare, the moonlight the only thing enveloping our bodies. My hands move to my bare chest as I look away, trying to fix my eyes on everything but the literal Greek God in front of me. His hands gently pry mine away.
"Not tonight," he murmurs as he begins kissing every inch of my body, not missing a single spot, making every area of me burst into an inferno that only he had the power to control. His lips brush over my legs, graze my chest and arms, and pause slightly when he reaches my stomach, a smile curling its way onto his face.
"I love you," he whispers as he peppers my skin with light kisses. His deep blue eyes flash up to mine, "I love you."
He flips me over so I am straddling him as he leans against the bed board. We both sigh in relief and soon enough our breathing is erratic, eyes closed as Tobias's hands run up and down my back. My fingers rake his skin and I gasp, start to shake as I feel myself being drawn closer and closer to the edge. "Tobias," my breath hitches and I can't stop panting, can't make a sound, and I am left to only gasp and writhe and shake as I hold onto Tobias's body like a lifeline, his mouth humming against mine.
As I come down, I look up to see Tobias's face etched with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his eyes closed tightly as he too nears his finish. Little sounds of relief escape his lips and I whisper sweet nothings to him, tell him I love him, as his head bows into my shoulder. An inhumane growl tears through his body and he grasps me tighter, the snap of his hips becoming faster and faster.
"I love you," he gasps into the crook of my neck, and his hands clamp down on my hips holding me firmly and I press my lips to his and everything feels like nothing as he comes undone in my arms, his head fully collapsing into my shoulder, his body shaking as low, uneven groans pass for breaths.
We stay still for a while, his head in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck and gently stroking his hair, and wait – wait for our breathing to return to normal, for the high to subside a bit. He rolls us both over so I'm curled up into his side, the both of us a panting mess. All thoughts slip from my mind and I lay there in a daze, Tobias's thumb tracking circles on my back. He begins talking, always becoming quite the talker when the moon is high and the world is quiet, slowly and softly, knowing I'm barely paying attention, knowing that the sound of his voice always makes me feel right. I fight to keep my eyes open and apparently lose the battle with a vengeance, the bed shaking with Tobias's laugh as he kisses my hair, inhaling a deep breath.
"Sleep, my Sleeping Beauty."
His voice his the last thing I hear before my eyes close and dreams take over reality.
So we haven't really delved into Devina's head until this chapter. A lot of you might think her voice sounds a bit like Tris, or that it doesn't seem to fit her quiet, meek personality, but let's just say – there's a lot going on in Devina's mind. She has that sarcastic undertone that she never really voices because once she starts, its like it's the Devina channel, all day long. Tris and her are both smart asses and such, but Tris has a bit more of a mature vibe going on, like she thinks things through to an extent and knows the weight of certain situations around her – since she is dealing with the faction tension and all that. Devina is more impulsive, do now, think later. Four and her will have a somewhat brother sister connection because of her personality, the way they sometimes think similarly and such. If you guys think they sound to similar, let me know!
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