Tris

My arms snake around his waist. His body stiffens at the initial contact but then he melts into my embrace. It's like coming home, except we're still in the Bureau compound.

"What's this?"

"I'm not letting you out of my sight!" I say. Is this how he feels about me?

"Afraid someone will snatch me and make a clone?"

I glare at him. "Too soon."

"Well, what's the verdict, am I me?"

I nod into his chest. "Down to every scar. You're you."

He sighs. A part of me wonders if he doubted himself. Whatever it is, I'm glad he's relieved. One less thing to worry about.

"Can we go to our place?" he asks, pulling away from me slightly so that he can see my face.

Regrettably I shake me head. "Not yet. Our house isn't secure. Matthew's people are still being checked. Not to mention that I haven't been to see him myself yet. We'll have to stay here another night."

He says nothing. I wonder if at all, he wishes that he remained in his coma if only to continue his dream reality. If I were him, would I?

I pull from our embrace, but snatch his hand. "Come. There's a place I'd like to take you."

His dark blue eyes are on me. "I thought it wasn't secure to leave."

"We're not leaving, technically."

I lead him to a familiar part of the hotel dormitory, a place with less happier memories, but that isn't where I am taking him. I lead him to a door and stop there. Pointing down the hall, I say "Down there is where we stayed when we learned the truth about the city. We slept on separate cots." I turn back to the door in front of us. "Our last night before we reset the compound, we snuck away from everyone else and stayed in here." I push the door open and step inside.

It's how I remember it; sparse with furniture apart from the couch we had fallen asleep on after making out. The room is alive with that energy, our passion. I can feel it. I look over at Tobias, our fingers still entwined and wonder if he feels it at all.

I turn to face him.

His eyes search the room as if it could divulge him answers.

Gently, I place my hand on his face. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. When they open again, his gaze meets my own. "It was you who brought me in here. You thanked me for accepting you for who you are and not thinking any less of you. I want...I need you to know that I still accept you. You may not remember, but I do. Please know that despite everything, I haven't lost faith in you, in us. We've been through so much and you've always been so patient with me. I have been known to be less than patient. But I am going to be patient now. I take you whatever way I can get you, memories or no memories."

He kisses me then, surprising me. I melt into his kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue entrance. His hands are suddenly in my hair and I wrap my arms around his neck, tethering him to me. His mouth trails to my jaw then along my neck, whispering my name like a litany.

He stops, his forehead leaning against my chest. I feel his warm breath through the fabric of my shirt.

My hands are in his hair.

"What have I done to deserve you," he says and I abruptly stop fingering his hair.

My hands move to lift his face so that his eyes are level with mine. "You're you," I say.

"Thank you."

I crush my lips to his. It's been too long since I've felt this pull between us. I crave it and right now I'm giving in to it. Last time we were in this room, we almost but stopped. I've left nothing out in regards to us. Although he can't remember it, I told him about our first time and after. I was afraid that he would feel differently about such things, after living his dream world in Abnegation. But I relax as his hands shift to my lower back, pressing into his body. I can feel his desire against me.

I wonder if we should stop. Then I think that we need this. I need him. His mind may not remember but like I've said before, his body does, and right now, like this, it's as if nothing has changed.

My hands reach for the hem of his shirt, tugging it from his skin. He releases me just enough so that I can pull the offending fabric over his head. I toss it, not caring where it lands.

While I'm at it, I save him the trouble and remove my own top so that I remain in my bra and pants. I can't contain myself any longer and reach my hands to his muscled chest, careful to not touch his sensitive skin when the debris entered from the bombing and collapsed his lung. My hands slide down the length of his upper body and back up to his shoulders. I hear a moan escape deep from his belly.

He reaches out to the button of my pants, his hands noticeably shaking.

I snatch one hand and bring it to my lips, kissing it before placing it on my cheek. He kisses me, regaining his confidence. I distract him with my mouth, peppering kiss along his jaw as I reach back to unclasp my bra.

Taking that same hand from my cheek, I slide it down to my neck, his fingers graze my collar bone, continue to my breast, letting him cup one of them. His breath hitches. His dark blue eyes gaze into mine.

"Oh, Tobias," I say and then I kiss him. My body presses into him and his hand continues its inspection down my body, this time more steadily.

He's walking, pushing me backward to the couch. In an instant I'm laying there with Tobias above me. I kick my shoes off. He relieves me of my pants and I'm left in my underwear with him standing over me. He steps out of his shoes and before he can get to it, my fingers make quick work of his pants and his briefs. He joins me on the couch, his knee nudging my legs apart. His mouth possess mine whilst his fingers hook into the hem of my panties.

I realize I've stopped breathing and the soft fabric slides down my legs. He tosses them behind him.

That's it. There are no more barriers between us. Our gazes meet and then he shifts, sliding home inside of me.