To sp1390, thank you for pointing this error out to me, I appreciate it. Tobias' job is an architect, however he designs most of his stuff on a computer. I'm sorry for the confusion, I had a hard time deciding what his job would be, I know it's not that important but still.

Also you may have noticed, probably haven't, but I've changed the age of Tris, from 18 to 22. Of course the so far story line is all still in place, I just felt like I had to change it for when they start to get more intimate with each other. (I don't want to promote practically underage sex, if ya don't mind)

Anyway, enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Monday 12th August

Tris POV

"If you break her, I will not be happy" Tori says to Tobias, as he stands by the side of the punching bag assessing my technique. He smirks, hopefully thinking that I'm not that fragile. "Don't laugh at me, I'm being serious. If she's out, then so is my business" She jokes, picking up a first aid kit from the side of the room, and walking back out. I see a scowl emerge on Tobias' face, and I frown. I stop punching the bag, and stroke my hand down the side of his face, "What is it?"

I feel him lean in to the feel of my touch, closing his eyes as he takes a long sigh. He keeps his eyes closed as he answers me, "I'm deciding if I like that loads of guys like you touching them" It takes me a few seconds longer to realise what he meant, but when it clicks, I laugh. Why on earth would he think that men only come to the parlour for me to touch them? There are so many other women in The Pitt who could pass for models, why would he think that? I shake it off, and it looks like he has as well, although I can still see a hint of something in his eyes. We carry on our session in the training room, running laps, punching the bags; he even gets me to do tumbling.

"When's my next fight, Four?" I ask Tobias as we are walking to the cafeteria for lunch. He quirks an eyebrow at me at the word 'Four', a questioning look on his face. "What?" I ask trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. "I just figured, seen as when we train we are more 'Four and Six' I would try it out, not working for ya?" He stops walking and pulls on my hand, making me come back to his side. He slowly backs me up against the cold stone wall of the corridor, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning into my ear. "I like when you say my name" I feel it more than hear it as he purposely brushes his lips across my ear sending a shiver down my spine, giving me goose bumps – the good kind. I have to shake my head to rid my mind of the sudden desire overpowering me. I place my hand on his chest, pushing ever so slightly. It doesn't take much for him to get the idea, and he leans away from me. I stay against the wall trying to even out my breathing, lower my heart rate. The closeness of him is just too much to handle, he has no idea what he does to me, but I like it.

"You have got to stop doing that" I breathe out; when my head has finally cleared from the dizzying want. I watch as a smirk slowly appears across his perfectly chiselled face, and a gleam in his eyes. Before I can process what he's doing, I'm back against the wall, this time Tobias' hands softly cupping my chin, tilting my face up to his. "You mean this?" He whispers as he leans in close to my face, his lips barely just brushing mine. My mind clouds up, and I can't think straight. All I can feel is him against me, how good he feels, and how much more of him I want. Almost like magnets our lips come together quickly, relishing in the feel of each other's lips together. His hands progress to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his, and mine are all over his chest, feeling his defined muscles. As his teeth gently en-capture my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, I cannot suppress the moan that rises up my throat, what he's doing just feels so damn good. My tongue venture out to his lip, slowly asking permission. Without a moment's hesitation he opens up and at once our tongues are at war.

It could have been 30 seconds, it could have been 10 minutes, who knows. When we eventually stop our impromptu make out session, I see that gleam in his eye once again. "Yes I meant that" I say to him, trying to sound sarcastic but in reality I just sound very breathy. I look down at my ruffled clothes from Tobias' travelling hand, and notice his dishevelled hair. We quickly fix our clothes and proceed to walk hand in hand down the corridor towards the cafeteria. I try to subtly look at him from the side, but as I turn, his eyes are already on my face, no hiding about it. I feel my cheeks go red, either from what we just did, or me being caught, I don't know.

As we walk into the cafeteria we find it packed, I look at the time and I'm not surprised. This is the eating time for The Pitt. When we walk in I feel the volume of the room gradually drop as people notice us, everyone slowly stopping their meal to look at us. They don't turn around again until we have gotten our food, and I let go of his hand, only realising now how tightly I was holding it. Public attention isn't really my thing, or even any attention. We eventually find a part of the bench vacant, and we sit down opposite each other, trying as hard as possible to ignore the stairs of those on either side of me.

"Why are they are staring at us?" I gently whisper to Tobias, as we start eating our lasagne, which is actually amazing. I wait for him to swallow his food and he says, "They are not use to seeing 'Tobias', if you like, to them I am the cold leader of The Pitt who no one knows anything about" I nod in understanding. They see him as a mysterious leader, who doesn't talk to people, only to put them right, and all they know is he's called 'Four'. So when he suddenly appears with a girl by his side, holding hands, they have a right to act confused. Still, I don't like the attention.

When we finally finish our food, trying as hard as possible to ignore the hard stares coming from around the room, we leave hand in hand, just as we entered. As soon as we are out of the room I let out an involuntary breath I didn't realise I was holding in. He leads me down the corridor, even though I roughly know my way around I let him, it's cute. Plus, I only know my way to the parlour, training room, and the cafeteria. This place has so many corridors; it would be easy to get lost.

As we walk I think. I'm happy. Since moving back to Florida, this has been the best time in my life, since my parents' death. I thought that I was happy in LA, I didn't realise how wrong I was until I came back. Now I realise just how sad I was in LA. I had next to no friends, and I stayed cooped up in a cave, literally, all day. Now I have these amazing friends, and we are practically a family. Not in a cheesy way, but in a way we where we all care and look out for each other. Then we get to Tobias. I never thought I would find this kind of happiness, I've never experienced. I thought I had it with Edward, but boy was I wrong there. He makes me feel special, like suddenly I'm this thing which is worth something it. I love how we can be acting like 3 year olds one minute, then lovers the next. He is my best friend and boyfriend all at the same time.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my deep thought when I notice Tobias taking a wrong turn, down a corridor I didn't even know existed. "We're going the wrong way" I point out, pulling on his hand back to the main corridor. He gives me that sexy half smirk and I can feel the want run down my spine. "We're taking a little de-tour" He has that gleam in his eyes again, as if he's planning something. I follow him my curiosity getting the better of me. This corridor isn't as well lit as the others, and is a lot thinner; we can barely walk side by side without his shoulder grazing the jagged wall of rock on either side.

As we get to the end of the corridor it begins to widen out, and I see a light ahead. All you can hear is our breaths, and our soft footsteps, and the water. There's a faint whooshing sound, slowly growing stronger. He abruptly stops, and I realise we've obviously hit our destination. "Welcome to the chasm" He announces, gesturing his hands to the area around him. What is this place? There are jagged rocks on the bottom with what I would guess to be a natural spring running through, so this is how they get water to the apartments. I look up and then it clicks. There's a bridge above us, except we are in an alcove part so we can see people on the bridge, but they can't see us.

I turn to look at Tobias, and he laughs slightly at my expression. It sums up what I'm thing better than any words could. He embraces me in his strong arms, my head automatically tucking into his shoulder, arms winding around his neck. "So what happens now?" I whisper into his shoulder, despite the loud crashing of water on the rocks I know he will have heard me. He must have shown me this place for a reason, either it has some kind of significance for him, or he wanted to show me something. He guides me to a flat rock towards the side of the alcove, so that we can still see each other, and we're a bit closer to the water. He leans back against the rock behind him, as if he's done it million times, settling into a comfy position immediately. I sit down by the side of him, and place my head once again on his shoulder. He apparently protests to this arrangement as his hands grip my waist, and before I know it he's pulled me so that I'm in-between his legs, my back resting on his torso. "Mmm, much better" He mumbles into my hair, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I come down here a lot. Sometimes to think, or maybe just to clear my head of The Pitt for a while. I find it calming" I'm surprised at first by his admittance, out of the limited time I've known him; he's not usually one for expressing anything too personal. We sit in comfortable silence for a while, him fiddling with a strand of my hair. Eventually he suggests we play a game. I turn around to look at his expression, silently asking is he's being serious. I find he is, and nod, asking "What kind of game?"

"How about 20 questions?" I agree, and he doesn't waste time, jumping straight into his first question, as if he's thought about this for a while. "What's your favourite colour?" I can't help but laugh at his question, although I do see some sense in it. We don't actually know these simple things that people just expect to know. Without hesitation I blurt out blue, blushing immediately. I'm such a doofus. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand, hoping he didn't hear, or at least not make the connection. Those deep blue eyes have been reoccurring sights in my dreams ever since that first day I met him in the parlour. He seems to have not made the connection and juts nods, completely ignoring my reaction, although I do feel his lips form a smile on my head. That's the thing about this position, I can't read his expression. I quickly shuffle out of his embrace, and cross my legs sitting in front of him. He looks at me puzzled, and I quickly explain that I wanted to see his face. He laughs, gesturing for me to take my turn. What should I ask him? I'm tempted to ask about the scars on his back, for the truth, but I'm not sure if he would tell me or at least not this early in the game. I settle with his music preferences, finding out that he likes all types, even opera. We carry on asking questions; however we got past the 20 question boundary ages ago. We've been through everything from hobbies to high school crushes, which I admit is a rather embarrassing topic for me.

"What happened to your back Tobias?" I eventually ask him, taking his hands in mine, pulling me closer to him. He doesn't look shocked from the question, neither does he look offended. I suppose he was expecting it to come up at one time or another. The crashing of water upon rocks is all you can hear, and the ruffling of Tobias turning around so that his back is facing me. He then slowly takes his top off, revealing not only the masterpiece engraves onto his back permanently but also the many scars, which you would only be able to see if you were looking for them.

"Those scars are the reason I don't want you to fight Tris." I'm taken aback by how he's started his explanation, how do they have anything to do with me? I notice his back is all tense, and I walk my hands up his spine, feeling all of the defined muscles. I think it helps as he relaxes into my hands.

"I didn't have a childhood like yours Tris, heck; I don't think I had a childhood like anyone else. Marcus, my father, was a strange man. It was amazing how quickly he could change his mood from being the happiest person in the room, to wanting to beat the crap out of something, or someone. He used to beat my mom, for any little thing. Until she got ill, and died. He used to blame me for my mom's death. I think it was his coping strategy. Every night when I would come home he would be there, waiting for me to do his dirty work. And so, he slowly moved onto beating me, whipping my back with his old leather belt." My hands stop moving, a tear gently sliding down my cheek. No child should ever have to go through that. He turns back around to face me, and when he sees my silent tears he pulls, me onto his lap once again, facing him this time. I hide my face ion the crook of his neck, feeling rather than hearing every time he took a breath.

"That's why I don't want you to fight Tris. When I watched your fight with Peter, I know you won fair and square, but I couldn't ignore the look in his eyes every time he threw a punch at you. I was the same look I used to see in Marcus before he beat me. The look of enjoyment out of someone else's pain. I don't want to see someone else I love get hurt Tris." I pause, not sure which part of what he said I'm more moved by. The fact he doesn't want me to get hurt, or that he just told me he loves me. I think he must have realised his admittance as his body suddenly goes stiff beneath me, even his breathing stops.

There's no doubt whether I love him, that's obvious. I just don't know if it's the right time to tell him. I don't want to scare him off, but then if I don't reply he'll think I don't love him back. I finally break the long silence and mumble into his neck, "I love you too", almost inaudibly. I feel myself move with his chest as he finally breathes again. "You scared me for a second there" He smirks at me, pressing his lips to my jaw line, slowly making his way to my lips.

It doesn't take long for our lips to find each other, and at once they are engaged. I asp as he runs his tongue across my bottom lip, asking permission to deepen our kiss. I open immediately and just like before our tongues waste no time in finding each other. I feel his hands close around my waist, subtly pulling me closer to him, so that my legs are either side of his waist, me literally sitting on top of him. As my arms wind around his neck, my hands find his hair and pulls his head closer to mine, giving me better access. I suddenly feel something beneath me, and Tobias pulls back, head down, heavy panting. I try to move to pull his face up to mine again, but his hands clamp down on my waist, silently telling me to not move. I frown at first, then I feel the hardness under me twitch and I suddenly realise what's happening. When his head finally comes back up, I smirk at him and he returns it, no shame. "1) You have got to stop doing that to me. 2) We now have to stay down here wait for that to sort itself out"

I laugh at his admittance, and lean forward to kiss him. Our lips interlock and he slowly makes his way down my throat to my ravens. He gently kisses each one in turn, making my breath hitch in my throat. I finally manage to get out, "I prefer this" and I feel his lips curl up in a smile against my chest.

After what feels like forever we finally get up and move, exiting through the corridor we came through. I'm not complaining though, we just sat talked, and made out a few more times. When we get back onto the main corridor it is considerably busier than it was earlier. I ask the time, and I'm shocked to hear that it's nearly 7:00! We stayed down there for nearly 6 hours, it certainly didn't feel like that. These are all the people here to club tonight. When we finally make our way through the crowd Tobias and I drive home, hopefully to all of our friends.

Next chapter there's a high possibility of 'would you rather' or 'candor or dauntless', so if you have any preferences as to which game (or maybe another) and possibly some questions, I will write them in to the chapter.

See you next week, ish

-Gem