This takes place a month or so after last chapter...

Tris POV

"I take it you're entering in the games this year?" Tori asks non-chantly as we clear down the work benches for the evening.

"What games..?"

"You don't know? The DSS games that happen every 4 years?"

I stare at her blankly. What on earth is she talking about? "Judging by the look you're giving me, I'm assuming you have no idea what I'm talking about?" I reward her with a grin as I nod along, hoping she's now going to elaborate having spiked my interest.

"Every 4 years, kinda like the Olympics, the DSS hold 'The Games'", she must see my incredulous look I'm sending her way because she pauses and squints coldly at me. "We're fearless, not creative" I laugh, realising she's actually right. "So anyway, before I was rudely interrupted by your mocking of our naming skills, I was saying. The Games are supposed to be an event in which Dauntless are able to find the bravest of the brave, to truly find out who is able to not give into their fears. Of course nowadays they are just a competition for people to just prove how much weight they can carry, or how good they are in combat. Like everything else associated with the old and proper dauntless, it has now lost its entire moral and meaning. But still, it's an interesting few days."

I nod, processing this new found information. I'd be lying if I said it didn't interest me the slightest bit. "So, what are the challenges?" She smirks, seeing that he also has spiked my interest.

"They change every year. They are all usually some kind of agility course, however as more teams are knocked out, the levels become harder, until you're left with only two teams, who battle it out the only way we know how."

"Which is?"

"If I told you, I'd have to shoot you" She says, standing up and walking away with a grin plastered on her face. I like Tori, yes at first she is very cold and let's face it; she's just not a people person. However after a few weeks she warms up to you. Coming back to where I'm still tidying she throws me the keys, "Don't worry about tomorrow night; I got your shift covered. Just fight. Hey, lock up for me when you're done" she finishes, throwing me the keys. I catch them with one hand to the side, and I look up to see her expression fall slightly when she realises I actually caught them.

"You're going to have to try a lot harder than that" I shout to her retreating figure.

"Yeah, okay" she shouts back as she keeps walking away, holding the finger up to me. I laugh slightly, realising how happy I am here.

I lock up the parlous, and then make my way to the car park, in hopes of meeting Tobias there. I'm just walking into the car park when I hear someone behind me. Spinning around I launch my fist out, in hopes of catching whoever is behind me by surprise. I'm taken aback when my fist is stopped, mi-air, and encapsulated by another warm, comforting hand. Looking up for the head attached to the glorious chest I see in my line of sight, I'm met with the smirking face of Tobias, piercing my soul with his deep blue, sarcastic eyes.

"Hello to you too Tris" He says, letting go of my hand, as I look down sheepishly, realising full well what I almost just did.

Pulling me in for a hug I laugh back at him, "I thought you were someone else"

"Really? That's good. I was hoping that you hadn't changed your mind about me" Rolling my eyes at him I wrap my arms around his waist, looking up into his eyes. Without hesitation he places his lips against mine, allowing them to move in perfect synch with one another. Smiling I slide my hands down into his jeans pocket, feeling his tight ass. He tries to feign indifference but I'd already picked up on the slight shocked hesitation he had. I keep kissing him, taking control, but refusing him entrance. I can tell he is becoming frustrated as he begins to slide his hands up and down my waist, pulling slightly as my shirt bunches up at the sides. Just as he's about to ask for entrance to my mouth I grab the keys form his pocket, and run away to his car, knowing full well my small legs and speed stand no chance to his long stride length.

In mere seconds his strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, still running in the direction of his truck. I squeal and squirm in hopes of him letting me go, but my attempts are futile in comparison to his iron grasp.

"You can put me down now" I demand once we've reached the truck. He concedes and I go to open the passenger side, about to get in. Over the past few weeks I have slowly devised a way of getting into the truck without his assistance, admittedly if I'm wearing a skirt or dress it is impossible to do so without flashing my panties to anyone in the vicinity. I begin to manoeuvre myself, hitching one leg up onto the seat first about to pull myself up when I jump back from Tobias' feather light touch running up my inner thigh. Dammit! I forgot that although I was wearing shorts, they were extremely short in honour of the fact that Chris was the person who dressed me this morning, as she is more frequently than ever.

I turn to him, ready to fume in his face at how annoyingly inappropriate he is, but I reconsider when I see his cute smirk on his face, so I concede to just glaring at him. He holds his hands up in defence, "I can't help but touch what's mine, especially if what's mine is dressed like that"

I role my eyes, giving him a look away gesture with my finger, and watch as he laughs, walking round to the other side of the truck. Quickly scanning the car park, ensuring no one is around, I re-attempt to enter the truck and successfully find myself sitting upright in the truck, alongside a Tobias with no shame in showing his shit eating grin off.

We drive home in comfortable silence, each of us watching the world go by, and thinking about other things. Some part through the journey Tobias places his hand just above my knee, and I look at him questioningly. He just smiles, refusing to answer the questions he knows I was asking with my eyes. Slightly pouting, I go back to looking out the window, except now my attention is slightly more focused on the warm hand squeezing my thigh, sending shots of electricity throughout my body.

My mind wanders to my conversation with Tori, and the possibility and mystery behind 'The Games'. Why had Tobias never mentioned them to me before, or anyone else for that matter? After all, The Pitt has become a place where we all enjoy hanging out together everyone actually requests we go there on our group outings. If it's because he thinks I can't handle myself, well, he knows that that's not true, surely he's not still underestimating me?

"What are the games?"

"Where did you hear about that rubbish?"

"Tori" I reply, looking straight at him, I notice that he's no longer squeezing my leg as hard, and I watch as his jaw line moves ever so slightly, the tell tale that he has put his walls up.

"It's just some competitions where idiots try and show how 'macho' they are. Nothing special or different to the usual Pitt fights" he states, offering no other information.

"Have you ever took part?"

He sighs, and I watch him fight with himself. In that moment making a decision in his head. He sighs again, squeezing my thing once more and eventually says "Once"

"And..?"

"My team won" He says, and I see the corner of his lips turn up, as if he's reliving a fond memory of the time in his head.

"I think we should enter as a group?" I ask him

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because"

"Wow, perfectly good reasoning there. I am blown away." He looks over at me in response to my sarcasm, he tries to smile at me but I keep a cold look, getting across my agitation and disagreements with his opinion. The rest of the journey goes by in silence, except it's not the comfortable kind like earlier. The tension between us is unavoidable. Once we pull up into the garage he gets out and quickly domes over to my side, in hopes of helping me down like usual. However, in spite of our 'disagreement' I refuse his help. I jump down, and stride right past him, 'accidentally' knocking shoulders with him.

He walks after me, towards the door into the house. "Tris" He calls, gently tugging on my hand in a pleading manner. I turn to face him, and stare him down. After a few moments smirks creep into our expressions, and I pull away from his hand.

"I guess we'll just see what the others think about it" I state before striding through the door. He sighs because he knows fine well that they will all be up for this. Grinning, I look over my shoulder at Tobias and shout loud enough for anyone in the house to hear me. "EVERYONE. DOWNSTAIRS. NOW"

I make my way downstairs to the basement and hear people coming out of their various activities of the afternoon to see what the fuss is about. Tobias is close behind me on the stairs, and I run the last few, rushing towards 'his chair'. By some miracle I reach it before he does, despite him being right on my heels. I laugh at him, as I curl up in a ball on what really isn't his chair, more like 'our chair', and laugh as he tries to move me off the chair. By now nearly everyone has gathered and are all looking at each other with puzzled expression as to what the hell is going on. I see Chris shoot Uri a look, and him shrug in answer.

My attention is taken away from them as Tobias places his hand on either side of my waist, and I squeal in anticipation of the tickling which I'm sure is on its way. I know that we're only mock fighting but I can't help but love how easy and playful we are with each other. Before I realise what's happening I've been lifted straight up and off the chair, still in my foetal position, and I'm a moment later unceremoniously dumped back onto Tobias' lap, which is now firmly planted in 'his chair', with a mug look on his face.

Two can play at this game I think to myself, as I begin to reposition so that I'm properly sitting on top of him. My elbow 'accidentally' lands in his crotch with, well, more than a little force and Tobias jumps up from the sudden pain. Despite me being launched out of his lap, I quickly recover consciousness and scramble my way into 'our chair' while Tobias is leaning over, clutching at his small (or big...) amount of masculinity left. I notice everyone has sat into their usual seats, and are all united in their laughter over Tobias' pain.

"Nice one Tris" Zeke declares leaning over from where he's sitting for a fist bump.

After everyone, especially Tobias who has now taken a safe position leaning on the back of the armchair, has recovered from the antics, I call for everyone's attention.

"I know you're probably all wondering what this is all about" I begin, looking up at Tobias, sending a cheeky glare, he slightly shakes his head, however can't hide the smile across his face.

"Oh God, you're pregnant aren't you?!" Caleb accuses, bolting up from his seat next to Susan on the sofa opposite us. I laugh, reassuring him that it's not quite teh time or situation for that. Everyone continues to guess obscure things;

"You're engaged?"

"You are going to elope?"

"You're moving to Paris together?"

"You've been abducted by aliens and are saying goodbye?!" Uri shouts above everyone else, calling for a natural silence as everyone looks his way in question of his sanity. I laugh, and deny them all, finally being able to get their attention to offer my proposal.

"I have a proposal-"

"So you are getting married?"

"URIAH SHUT UP!" Tobias and I shout at him in unison, and he reclines back into his seat, curling up next to Mar in mock hurt.

"I have a proposal for you all" I begin, and realise that they are all staring at me, waiting for whatever I'm going to say. "Okay so there's some games happening at The Pitt"

"Some really futile games" Tobias butts in, and I glare up at him to which responds with a grin stretching from ear to ear, as our audience watch our interactions.

"Which I think we would all enjoy"

"She thinks, she has no idea really"

"They are like an Olympics, but for DSS and are seeking bravery not athletics"

"By bravery she means stupid junkies trying to get a rush"

"Shut up!" I shout at him and everyone laughs each trying to discreetly hide it. Admittedly I can imagine how odd a situation this is for them.

"We enter as a team, are you guys in?" I ask, looking at them all in turn waiting for their reply"

"Hell yeah!" Chris shouts first at the same time Tobias booms a loud no. I ignore him and smile at Chris. I see Zeke look at Shauna and watch as they have a conversation with their eyes, I never noticed that much before but they really are perfect for each other. "We're up for it" they both say in union, and I shoot Tobias a coy smile, watching as his face goes blank.

Will, Mar and Susan each declare their allegiance and then it's only Will and Caleb. "I'm impartial" Will says, and I stare him down, realising he's trying to keep both loyalties here, I accept that...to an extent. We all shift our gaze to Caleb, even if he was the only one against it, we'd probably end up not doing it. Although there is no real 'leader' of the house, Caleb being the oldest acts as an ultimate 'father' figure for each of us, we all respect anything and everything he does. I watch his face as his eyes lock onto Tobias', and I see Tobias trying to convey everything he feels into the gaze they are sharing. After what feels like forever, re replies,

"Let's do this" he says, giving an apology glance to Tobias above me. We all leap up in celebration, and I walk round the chair and wrap my arms around Tobias bent over figure. Laughing and smiling at me he suddenly spins around and throws me over his shoulder, fire men style, and runs upstairs with me hanging down his back. I scream and squeal for him to put me down, for the second time this evening, and of course he ignores me. I give up and rest my elbows on his lower back, rolling my eyes at everyone as he takes me upstairs. Just as we're at the top I hear Uri shout to 'go get some' and I huff ignoring the newest round of laughter. He keeps taking me upstairs until we've reached his room and he flops me down on the bed, quickly following afterwards on top of me.

"That was incredibly cheeky" he whispers into my ear, as his hands take purchase on my waist.

"Was it now? I'm so sorry for the inconvenience caused" I whisper back in a playful tone, as I too start rubbing my hands up and down his taught and defined back. Sucking in a breath, he begins to make a path of sweet kisses from my ear across my neck and down to the three birds on my collar bone. Kissing them each in turn. I momentarily consider the meaning behind that, the fact teach bird represents my parents and Caleb, however the irrational thought is quickly forgotten as his lips finally land hard and demanding against mine.

This kiss is not like other soft gentle pecks, full of admiration and care; they are persistent, determined and dare I say hot. We keep going for who knows how long, until his hands suddenly freeze in their assault upon my waist, and he pulls back from the kiss, staring into my eyes. "Is this okay?" He asks full of concern. I'm not sure if he's referring to the pressure he is inflicting on my body, trapping me under him or the kissing, but either way I smile at him realising his thoughtfulness. "You'd know if it wasn't" I whisper back, wuickly flippinf us over so that I'm now on top of him. I bask in the gloriousness of his startled expression, knowing that I caught him off guard, and smoothly slide off of him. I see his pout slightly before realising I was moving into one of my favourite positions, my face in the crook of his neck, his arm around me, our legs entwined with one another.

"Tobias?"

"Mmmm?"

"Why didn't you want us to enter in The Games?"

He sighs, and I wait patiently as he gathers his thoughts. After a few minutes he takes a breath, preparing to deliver his worst;

"I don't want to see you, or anyone, get hurt" he states simply, as if it required no further explanation.

"You know that I can look after myself, right?"

"Oh I have no doubt about that" He replies sharply, and I see that his lips have turned up at the sides as I quickly crane my head to read his expression.

"I'm just not sure everyone else has quite the same abilities as you, or I for that matter"

"The Games, they can't be that bad?"

"They used to be fine, so I've heard; purely a test of bravery. But now, now they are just games for people to show off. Like what the fighting is to majority of people.

"So who designs the physical games anyway?"

"The leaders of the host. This year The Pitt is hosting The Games, so Eric and I, but they all get approved by the head anyway."

"Can't you try and design them into testing bravery?"

"I can try" he whispers placing his lips against the top of my head.

We continue lying there in silence, occasionally breaking it to ask a random question about each other, or of course kiss. Eventually we are shouted at to return downstairs seen as Zeke and Shauna had finished cooking. I always love it at meal times because it's then that I realise we all are really each others' family.

"Is anything special happening tomorrow?" Chris asks everyone, causing all other conversations to subside.

"Why?"

"I'd like to suggest a group outing to The Pitt, we haven't been in a while; and we should eye up our competition." I aluygh slightly, 1) because Chris thinks that the other teams are going to be parading around like dogs, and 2) because she, and everyone else for that matter, each act as though they truly belong there. It makes me happy that they all approve and respect Tobias and my 'passstimes'.

"I'm all for it, however I'm thinking we do a training session." Tobias announces, and even I turn to look at him with shock. "Y'know, if you are all serious about The Games, there's no chance we are going to win with all your scrawny asses kicking around" everyone bursts out laughing at this, maybe juts to defect the hurt from his joke, or at the awkwardness of Tobias being, well, Tobias in front of them.

"Who knew, he can be funny" Zeke jokes, and once again everyone is back to normal, talking over each other in their own conversations.

"I have a fight tomorrow" I whisper, leaning into Tobias' shoulder.

"I can-"

"No" he gives me a blank look.

"I don't want them all seeing, again. Afterwards I can meet you all in the training room"

Before saying this he leans in, so that his lips are brushing against the sensitive part of my neck, and speaks; "If you are under the illusion that I am going to let you kick ass looking extremely hot and sexy without me watching, you're going to have to think again." I grin at his comment, and bank my knee against his playfully, like that first night together. We are brought back into the table's conversation, however it doesn't stop us from carrying on our games.