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Tris's POV

I wake to Tobias tracing his finger along my spine. My head gently rises and falls with his breaths.

"Tobias." I murmur, putting my hand on his chest.

"Morning sleepyhead." Tobias says happily.

"Mmmm Tobias." I repeat sleepily. "What time is it?" I ask, running my hand along his muscular abdomen.

"12:14." Tobias chuckles.

"Oh my God! Really?" I jolt up, amazed at my ability to sleep so late. I didn't have the luxury of sleeping in late in Abnegation.

"Yes. But it's fine." Tobias laughs, as I flip on top of him. His hand continues to trace my spine as I look down at him, and his feet play footsie with mine.

"What about work?" I look at him skeptically.

"We just got married. We get three days off, to move into our new apartment." Tobias says. His voice is deep and rumbling, like thunder.

"New apartment?" I ask, leaning down to kiss his collarbone.

"Yeah. Married couples get a bigger apartment, with a kitchen." Tobias explains, as I move my lips further up his collarbone and to his neck.

"Is that so?" I whisper between kisses.

"Yes." Tobias murmurs. "Oh my God, Tris. That tickles." Tobias laughs breathily, as I kiss his jaw line.

"Mmmm." I hum, as my lips meet his.

I melt into him, fire spreading from my lips to my entire body, making me tingle with heat. Tobias slips his hand into the back pocket of my jeans, and I laugh through our kiss.

I pull away for a second, and flip off of Tobias. I lean on my elbows across from him, and he turns to face me. He's wearing the cute half smile that he always does after we kiss.

I glance down at his chest, and quickly back up to his face. No matter how many times I see his bare chest, it takes me off guard every time. Control yourself, Tris! Stop drooling!

"Tobias, do you think we would have been together if we were in Abnegation?" I ask, trying not to get lost in his blue eyes.

"I don't think we would have been together. I know. We're meant to be together. We could live on different planets, and we would still end up together." Tobias whispers, and gently touches my cheek, as blood rushes to my face.

"God, Tobias!" I sigh. "I love you so much, it's really hard to control myself when I'm around you. You turn my legs to jello." I whisper.

"You do so much worse to me." Tobias admits. He comes closer to me, and plants his lips against mine. I fall onto my back, and Tobias comes with me. He rests on his knees, so that his body isn't crushing mine.

I put my hands to his cheeks, tracing his jaw line down to his neck, and onto his back. My hands move trace swirls on his back, as I imagine his tattoo.

"Tobias!" I push him off of me, and he groans in protest. I move my body on top of his, sitting up with torso in between my legs.

"Tris?" He asks.

"Lets get a tattoo." I grin.

"I'm listening." Tobias says.

I lean down and whisper my idea in Tobias's ear. I sit back up when I'm done, grinning at him.

"I like it. I like it a lot." Tobias agrees with my idea, and pulls me back down to kiss him.

This kiss lasts a lot longer, with no interruptions.

Tori nods as I explain my idea to her, and when I'm done she draws out a rough sketch of what we want. I smile at the exact image in my head, on paper.

Tobias goes first. He lays his wrist out on the little table, with Tori sitting across from him. I sit next to him, and grin as Tori carefully does Tobias's tattoo. He doesn't even flinch as Tori pushes the tattoo needle into his wrist.

I go next, and grip Tobias's hand tightly as Tori pushes the needle into my skin. I bite my lower lip, and try to focus on Tobias. Tattoos hurt every time, no matter what.

When we're done, we thank Tori and walk to the register to pay. She just shakes her head and smiles.

"This one's on the house." She says, and we thank her a couple more times before stepping out into the Pit.

I hold my red wrist next to Tobias's, and admire our tattoos next to each other.

We both have a tiny black Ferris wheel on our wrists, only about an inch in diameter. In the center of both of the Ferris wheels is a tiny number.

I admire the little 4 on my wrist, and the 6 on Tobias's.

I smile up at him, and in the light of the Pit throw my arms around his neck to kiss him.