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Chapter 26
My eyes flutter open, the light that seeps in through my bedroom window tells me it must be last morning. But even then I dare not to wake up the sleeping Angel that is curled up next to me. Not even for the world. Hell the world can wait! After everything she has been through the past twenty four hours, the panic and anxiety... I for one will be more than pleased to stay locked away in this bed. Sure nothing happened last night, nothing needed to. She isn't ready, both physically and mentally. And if I am being honest, it wouldn't do us any good to head in that direction right now. We still have a lot to discuss, we still have things to work through. If we were to take our relationship to the next level so fast it wouldn't end well right now. Even though I am physically frustrated and what Zeke calls blue ball hell comes to mind. I know right now I have to think with the my top head and not the one in my pants.
I wonder yesterdays events and discussion means that she has come to her senses. That her and I work our best when we work together. Even our track record proves that. We spent so much time being too stubborn to listen to the other.. At the end we ended up hurting each other in the process. I will be damned if history repeats it self. I know my place is here with her, and in order for it to work. We will have to learn to be a team together.
I feel her beginning to stir, and I wish somehow I can freeze time. Stay here with her forever.
"Good morning." She says sleep still in her voice.
"Good morning." I say. Unable to keep the smile off my face, like a idiot. My smile falters at remembering her injuries. "How are you feeling?"
"Little better. Only hurts when I breath." She says.
"Nothing much we can do about that." I say.
Than I hear the growl that comes from deep within Tris' stomach. She immediately covers her face with her hand to cover her blushing and muffle her laughter.
"I think I need to start feeding you more often." I joke around. "How does coffee, eggs and toast sound?"
"That sounds amazing. But only if I help!" She says returning my smile.
I help her claim out of the bed slowly in hopes that it doesn't cause her more pain that necessary. Than she makes her way to the bathroom, while I tell her Ill be downstairs starting on coffee.
Another many reasons why living in Abnegation sure is different... Dauntless allows us to have regular plug in coffee maker verses her in Abnegation we have what is called a procolator. It's a coffee pot that you add water, and the beans go ontop, than you place on the stove, and when the water is well boiling you push the stick down allowing the grounds and the water to mix. It's not a hard process, but defiantly annoying.
I almost drop the eggs when I take them out of the fridge when a mystrious set of arms make their way around my waist. I was so far into my thoughts, I never heard Tris make her way into the kitchen. I feel her cheek on my back as she tightens her hold.
"I wish everyday could feel as normal as this." She says. I can hear the smile on her face as she speaks.
"It can be and it will. I promise." I vow to her. I place the egg carton on the counter and turn to face her.
I take in her face first, the bruises seem more evident this morning. They have taken on a shade much darker than last night. It hurts to see her like this, not that I haven't seen her like this before. But still hurts that someone place their hands on her with the intentions of harming her.
"It looks worst than what it is." She says and I know she has always been able to read my mind.
I nod not trusting my words and tone.
"So how can I help?" She asks looking around the kitchen for something to do.
"You can sit your pretty ass down, in that chair." I demand pointing at the chair nearest to me.
"What? But I wanted to help. It's not fair for you to wait on my hand and foot, Tobias. I won't allow it." She says crossing her arms at the end of her statement. I know she wants to win this argument but I won't let her.
"Look the day I come home bruises and hurt by all means baby the crap out of me, until than sit your happy, bruised, sexy, gorgeous ass down!" I tell her in my "intimating Four look and tone." I know that she wants to fight back, but something in her finally caves. To my surprise she turns bright red blush, and slowly and careful make her way to the seat. She didn't even say one word to object. I don't know which part did the trick, but I need to figure that out so I can use it again in the future. I get to work on our breakfast, scramble eggs, plain toast (grr), and coffee. I sit her plate and cup right in front of her and than I take my seat along with my serving.
"Thank you." She says generations smile.
"Your welcome, love. I like cooking for you." I say which is the honest to god truth.
Living in Abnegation as a child under Marcus' roof, I was the one always that had to do the cooking and the cleaning. At the end of the day I would wait to see if I would be punish for any little thing like, burning the toast, or placing too much grind into the coffee, or missing a spec of dust on the mantle. By the time I got to Dauntless, I would wince at the thought of cooking. Hell I had a small kitchen in my apartment and I refused to use it. I always went down to the dinning hall to have my meals. But here with Tris, I wouldn't mind cooking for her. I want to take care of her, for the rest of our lives.
"Tobias." She says to get my attention.
"Yes, Tris." I say letting her know I am all hears. I even turn in my seat letting her know I'm listening.
"I know we have to talk. I just don't have it in me to fight, though." She says looking down at her now empty plate.
"Is that what you think will happen? That we will fight?" I ask placing my hand under her chin to lift it. I want to see her eyes on mine... I've gone too long without it.
"Isn't that always what happens?" She asks confused.
I sigh, frowning at the memories. It's true we have always had a problem communicating. I don't want to fight either, but I also am sick of running from our problems. So what else is there?
"Tris, I know we have a lot of issues to work through. I know a lot of them is me telling you about them, because you don't remember them. But honest, I don't want to fight with you either. So how about a pact, right here right now?" I challenge her.
"A pact?" She asks.
"Yes, a pact. That no mater how angry we get, how hurt we get... We talk it out. We work on our problems together as a couple should." I say with all the seriousness, and love I have in me.
"What is we can't work it out?" She asks. Very good question.
"We just have to. No one leaves, and we don't go to bed angry. In order for this to work, we are going to have to work on it together. Something we failed to do before. But we need to learn from our mistakes." I know I am breaching but it's the truth.
We need to be in this together all the time, or else we won't work. We won't survive. Which is not an option for me!
"Tris do you love me?" I ask.
"What kind of question is that?" She asks, her eyes brows creasing together.
"Just answer the question please." I ask.
"Of course I do." She says without hesitation. "I love you more than anything. I don't need my memories back to know that."
"Than that's all we need to know. That we love each other, we are devoted to this relationship. With or without our memories, lets stop looking back to what how we were, and what we should and will be instead." I say.
She stands up, her face is unreadable. But than she steps closer to me, and sits on my lap and my arms automatically wraps around her tightly drawing her closer to my body.
"It's a deal! We are in this together all the way. I'm all in Tobias Eaton. Now what are you going to do about that?" She challenges.
How my mind starts working... Two things come in my mind at that moment. First I would love to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to bed to show her what I will be doing about that. The second placing a ring on that finger of hers. I feel my pants slowly getting tighter I some areas, and I know that she has to be feeling it seeing that she is sitting against that area that is twitching to feel more of her. But I know we can't go there yet. No mater how badly I want to. There are other pressing maters that unfortunately can't wait.
"Tris, as much as I would love to show you what I want to do about that. And just me I am thrilled about that. But we need to talk about the Nita situation. We need to make choices." I say. Hating to bring the reality quickly towards us. She nods disappointed at my rejection.
"What's on your mind?" She asks. She is so close I can breath her air in. Her lips temp me to loose control on them. But instead I control to look at her in the eyes and speak about our dilemma.
"Tris, we don't know how far she is willing to take this. She hired those men to kill you. We don't know if there is or will be more." I tell her.
"So what should we do? Lock me up." She says. I can see that she is struggling to stay calm about this.
"I was thinking... We can train you. I can train you. I have done it before. I can train you again. Or if you feel more comfortable Shauna and Zeke offered you a place to stay in Dauntless." I say letting her know all of our options. Although I know which one she will pick. She is too brave to take the cowardly way out and hide in Dauntless.
"I won't leave you." She says.
"I would also prefer you not staying by your self. Rather you stay here, or I stay there, or even you stay with your folks. Until this is all over with. We don't know when and where they can attack. Since they already attacked you in broad day light and in a Public place... I don't want to take additional chances. You need to stay safe, Tris. I can't loose you." I say leaning our foreheads together. I breath her scent in deeper like if any minute she might disappear and I might never smell her scent again.
"And these are my choices?" She asks.
"Yes." I say.
"Ok.." She sighs. "Than I choose to stay here with you, Tobias. Here in Abnegation and you can train me. We can figure out the sleeping arrangements later. Under one condition though." She says.
"Whats the condition?" I ask. What possibly could she want in return.
"I get to help with the cooking." She says smiling.
"I think we can arrange that." I say.
I lean in, not able to resist her anymore. Our lips crash against each other hungry and full of passion. Her lips part under mine, and I don't need any other invitation before I run my tongue through her parted lips meeting her tongue. We let our tongues dance allowing our hands to roam on their own free will. I pull her tighter to me, but she moves away from me. I instantly feel cold where she was sitting. But than before I can question her, she straddles me. Each leg on either side of me, she sits directly on top of me. I love this boldness of her. Our lips crash against each other even more hungrier than they were before. I start feeling her hips grinding into me, and I a moan into her mouth at the feel. Wanting more friction I hold her even tighter at the hips bringing her even closer. Her hands are finding their way up my shirt when a knock at the door breaks us from our lust. She stops and groan at the interruption. I wish who ever it was would just go away!
"Beatrice, Tobias." We hear a woman voice at the door, and than the door starts to creek open.
Tris quickly gets up from my lap, and sits in her own chair. She runs her hand through her hair in hopes to fix it. As I try to readjust in my pants. My ragging blue balls, are starting to kill me.
"Oh good your up!" Natalie says walking in. Yup she has no idea how up we are!