Hi there initiates!

I'm sorry for the delay.

Thank you to all new followers and everyone who keeps reviewing. Your support is highly appreciated and welcomed.

A question from me to you.

What new characters would you like to see/read about next in "Divergent Guardian"?

I have a few in mind and micro-plots sketched out as well as some twists involving them. Nevertheless, I would like to know from you and why I should introduce the character.

And one last thing. I wrote a letter to the "Allegiant" movie-makers. If you're interested reading it I posted it on my blog.

christiwind . tumblr post / 141135409193 /honest-letter-to-the-movie-makers-of-allegiant (no spaces, I can't share the link as it is because won't allow it).

Love you all,

CloakSeeker

26

Tobias' POV

I am lying in bed looking up the ceiling. Yesterday was eventful. Our friends helped us set up the new apartment and we ended up having a little housewarming party with them. I didn't get a chance to talk to Zeke and Uriah about the shadow I saw and my first experience in a demon bar, but we decided to meet up at Liam's place today after lunch. Max arranged that Zeke doesn't get the afternoon shift and since Uriah still hasn't picked a job he is free anyways. Hana is also free today and I know from Tris that both Johanna and Natalie confirmed that they were going to attend our meeting. I'm a little bit nervous about the whole thing, but with Tris by my side I'm sure I'll manage anything.

The talk with my mother was very emotional and while my mind understands her reasons my heart is hurt and I still can't forgive her for leaving me. I believe her when she says that she feared Marcus and at the time she wasn't as strong as she is today. Tris didn't push when I told her about my conversation with Evelyn; she told me enough times that Evelyn probably suffered just as much, at least emotionally, while we were separated. But she also promised me that no matter what I will decide regarding Evelyn she will stand by me.

I don't know what to do. A part of me is angry and wants to punish her, but there is another part, the scared child inside, that wants his mom back. But if I'm honest, I don't know if I can trust her. She ran away once when it got tough. Who's to say she won't do it again?

"You okay, honey?" Tris asks from beside me. I turn my head to look at her and the morning light shines just right over her delicate face, making her seem like an angel, my angel. In a way she is. My life has become so much better ever since I met her and fell in love with her.

"Yeah, I was just thinking," I say and lean in to give her a chaste good morning kiss. She smiles softly when I pull back. "Good morning, love."

"Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" she asks.

"Yeah. This is one fine bed, babe. You chose a very good one," I praise.

"Well, I try," she jokes. "It wouldn't have been nearly as good if it weren't for you sharing it with me," she says sweetly.

I lean in and kiss her and she moans softly. I pull her into my arms and hold her pressed against me. I love having her like this and for just these briefs moments everything else disappears and it's just her and me. We should get out of bed and start our day but I am so happy in this moment that I wish I could freeze it.

Being with Tris changed my life. It is as if something was missing and the moment she jumped she completed me. We are different and alike at the same time. We both have strong personalities and often argue, but we make each other strong. I admire her so much for her sacrifice and while she always keeps saying that she can heal and it doesn't hurt I know she lies. It does hurt and not just physically but emotionally. It drains her and I don't know how to help her. I wish I can be strong enough for her, especially when she needs me.

"What is it?" she asks, while a concerned look is creeping on her face.

"Nothing," I lie. She gives me a skeptical look and I sigh. "I wish I could help you more," I say.

"What do you mean?" she asks confused.

"I mean, I know how hard it is on you, your mission and all. I wish I could help you more."

"Tobias, you are helping me. Sure, you aren't as strong yet, but once we start training and prepare you, Zeke and Uriah to fight demons you'll feel much better. I know how you feel. I had to train too. It isn't just about strength but also technique and knowing your enemy. Liam and I fought against all kinds of enemies and know their strengths and weaknesses. We will share these things with you," she tells me while caressing my cheek lovingly.

"It's not just that. I know how hard the fights are on you and I don't mean physically. I wish I'd be a better support for you," I say and look down to her lips.

"But you are supporting me. You are my rock. You help me more than you think. Your simple presence is more soothing to me than a hot bath after a battle," she says with a chuckle. "Or even fudge," she adds and we both laugh, but then she turns serious again. "I never had anything like this before. Liam is my best friend, but I could never talk to him as openly as I can with you. I always held back because I didn't know how he would react to certain things. He is always such a clown and sometimes I just need someone serious who can listen and give me actual advice. You are more than just my boyfriend, Tobias. From all people I trust you the most. I know I can count on you and I know you won't judge me or sugarcoat things for me. You don't keep secrets from me and I know I don't have to keep any from you. There are still things we haven't shared, but we will in time," she says and I open my mouth. There are things we never got the chance to talk about. The most important aspects of my life she already knows and I think I know about hers, but she's right. There is a whole life we've lived without knowing each other and even if the things we haven't shared aren't secrets it's only normal to forget about them.

"I just want to help you, that's all," I say and kiss the tip of her nose. She smiles happily before pressing her lips to mine. When she pulls back she remains close and stares into my eyes.

"You help. You are my partner from now on and no one will change that," she says. Her partner. I repeat it in my mind and the more I think of it the more sense it makes. We share everything with each other and we're partners in more than one way. Partner also means we are equal, which I never considered differently. If anything, she is superior to me in many ways and not because of her sacred mission.

We lean into each other and start kissing. It's sweet and chaste at first but then passion takes over and soon I hover over Tris, her legs spread and I'm settled between her. We slept in our PJ's and I can feel how my penis is pushing against the fabric of my pants, painfully trying to escape its confinement. I start grinding against her and I'm soon rewarded with soft moans and jerks of her hips trying to get closer to me.

I don't know who moved first or which one of us removed what clothing item but I look down at my beautiful girlfriend completely naked, eyes glazed with desire, cheeks flushed, her rosy lips parted, her chest rising and falling heavily as she draws in air to steady her nerves. My own appearance and actions mirror hers and I fight a losing battle to not devour her as I watch her absentmindedly lick her lips.

I crash my mouth over hers, searching out her tongue to mate it with mine as I lay down covering her body with mine. Her knees bend and I position myself at her already slick entrance and slowly push inside her. Her walls hungrily flutter around my hard rod, swallowing me in, but I can't complain. This is where I'm supposed to be; this is where I want to be. This is home.

I remain sheathed inside her for a long moment kissing her lips lovingly, savoring her sweet scent. When my lips detach from hers my mouth travels along her slender neck and I pepper feather-light kisses along the heated skin, while she threads her fingers in my short curls tugging lightly. She arches her back as my mouth latches onto her left nipple suckling lightly, while my left hand caresses her right breast. I feel a scorching heat where we are so intimately connected and her hips jerk upwards, signaling me to move. I pull out almost completely as I keep up my ministrations of her chest. She moans and I watch her mesmerized as she writhes beneath me, enjoying what I'm doing to her.

The desire I feel for her is so strong that I can barely breathe. I hold myself up on both arms as I increase my pace and ram into her at a frenzied speed surrendering to the love I feel for her and as I approach my climax I watch her face contort in sweet agony as she plays with her breasts. I kneel down for better leverage lifting her behind slightly to reach a new angle as my left thumb finds her sensitive bundle of nerves stimulating it. The only sounds in our bedroom are our labored breaths and the sound of flesh hitting flesh in a passionate ode to love.

We come together, each shouting the name of the other as I empty myself inside her welcoming womb. Each time we make love bare is more fascinating and more titillating than the one before. I think Tris made the right decision with that shot.

I lie down over her, exhausted from the physical exertion, but as usual she doesn't mind. In fact, she wraps her legs tightly around me, keeping me still inside her as I nuzzle my nose into her neck and kiss the salted skin I can reach.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you, too," comes her immediate response, albeit breathless. I kiss her a few more times before I lift myself enough to look into her eyes. "That was awesome," she says smiling brightly at me. I kiss her lips sweetly and feel like my heart is bursting with happiness.

We lay there in bed for a long while just looking at each other, caressing and kissing. I wish I could lie here my whole life just staring at her, but I know we both have responsibilities and need to face them sooner rather than later.

We get up and get dressed or at least enough to not jump our bones again. Together we walk into the kitchen and while Tris makes pancakes I brew us some coffee and check my phone for text messages. Thankfully, other than one from Max telling us that we'll meet for lunch and then head to the factionless sector I don't have any.

Tris and I eat in silence each of us deep in thought. The prospect of going back to the factionless sector makes me nauseous. I'm torn between wanting to see my mother and avoid her. And then there's Liam. He doesn't hit on Tris like most guys would; I've seen it often enough. But it still bothers me. I know Zeke is right and Tris never once gave me any reason not to trust her, but I guess I am jealous and I can't stop it. I love her and I want her all to myself, as selfish as that may be. Thankfully, she accepted to live with me and for the first time in my life I feel like I belong.

"What do you want to do?" she asks as I help her clean up the kitchen island and the kitchen after we finished our late breakfast and got ready for the day.

"I should go to my office and get some work done before we head to lunch and afterwards to the factionless sector," I say. "What about you?" I ask her.

"I don't know. Maybe hang around here, do some housework. I always found it relaxing and comforting doing simple, boring things like cleaning or reading," she tells me.

"Alright. Well, how about you do something for yourself while I go to work. We can see each other later at lunch and then we go to our meeting," I suggest as I wrap my arms around her middle. She smiles up at me, but her eyes look at me seriously. I want to ask her if something's wrong, but if she doesn't tell me means she wants to sort through it by herself before sharing. I kiss her lips and she holds me closer to her and it seems to me she doesn't want to let go. I pull away slightly, just to look at her and it worries me that she's so quiet. "What is it, baby?" I ask her in a whisper.

"Nothing. I just want to hold you for another minute before you go to work. I love you," she adds before connecting our lips again. The kiss quickly becomes heated and I have a hard time breathing. But just as I want to deepen it even more she pulls back and turns her head so that I can't attack her lips again. "We should stop," she says breathless, "before we end up in the bedroom again," she adds with a chuckle.

"Wouldn't mind that," I say and kiss her temple.

"Perv," she counters and I laugh. I hold her close to me before I reluctantly let go of her and leave to go to work. If I could I would spend my whole day with her, in bed preferably. I sit down in my desk chair and read through the files that have piled up. The goofy grin I have on my face however doesn't seem to leave its place any time soon.