A/N this is a kind of big time skip. Like a few weeks.
Tris's POV
"My mom's flying in tomorrow." I tell Tobias on our way home from school. Today was the last day of school until after Thanksgiving.
"Okay," he replies in monotone. I open the car door and limp over through the garage. I'm off the crutches but I still have to wear the boot. The doctor says it should be gone by Christmas. I take off my shoes and grab an apple. "How's your head?" Tobias asks.
"It's fine." I say. He likes to check in on me a lot, which I don't mind. I run upstairs to my bedroom and play music while I start my homework. I blow through math and English easily. I always do. I have a hard time with anatomy. I always screw it up somehow. I open my phone and text Tobias (on his new phone) to come upstairs and help me.
"I'm not very good at it myself." He says walking through the door. He sits down next to me and I put the book on his lap. "Who gives homework over vacation anyway?" I complain.
"I don't know, I think it's just because you're in all the smart classes. I didn't get any homework."
"Really?" I say in a small voice. I start scribbling in the note book until I come up with something that looks like it could pass.
"White blood cells fight viruses right?" I ask Tobias, just to double check.
"I think so, I didn't take anatomy."
"I'll just have Caleb do it." I slam the book and throw it across the room. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just frustrated I guess. You know my mom's coming and this is our first Thanksgiving in Chicago. Plus I have all this homework and my injury. It's a lot to think about." I pull my hair back into a bun and throw my sweatshirt in the general area of my book. "You just need to relax."
I put my face in Tobias's chest. He stretches his arm across my back. I rest my hand in between my cheek and his chest. "When did life become so complicated?" I ask him. I feel his hand in my hair. His thumb moving back and forth. "The day you walked into my life," he replies. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I never want to move.
"Tris," he says. "Yeah?" I reply quietly. "Tris," he repeats. He moves back and I move up.
"I know what you're doing. You can't use my own trick on me." I say. He leans in closer. "Four," I sigh. "This isn't the time."
"Why not?" He says, putting his hand on my back. "Because I'm in the midst of a meltdown."
"Fine, I'm sorry," he says, hugging me close. "I'm going for a drive." I tell him. "That's not a good idea. Your foot won't get better if you do things like that."
"Whatever, you're right, I'm wrong." I sit up and turn my music back on. I close my door and lock it. I step onto the bed and fall down so I bounce a few times. "Tris don't say things like that."
"No really. You know better than me." Tobias sits up and I sit straight across from him. "Tris don't get upset with me; I'm just trying to help you." He says.
"I'm not mad." I say coolly.
"Whatever," he says frustrated.
"Whatever," I reply. I turn face down onto my pillow. I feel the weight of Tobias disappears next to me and I know I'm alone to cry.
Tobias's POV
Why does she have to be so difficult?! I kick my bed and throw the pillow at the door. I wish I could just keep my mouth shut. I can hear her music from down here. She always liked old artists like The Beatles and Billy Joelle. I wish I didn't leave. I hear Journey play. Maybe if I just go to sleep it'll all blow over?
Tris's POV
I wake up and feel a deep cold surround me. I take a warm shower and walk downstairs wearing black sweatpants and a big sweater I can pull over my hands. I grab a mug make myself a cup of coffee. I put my arms on the table and rest my head in them. I hear footsteps behind me. "Caleb?" I question. "Four," Tobias replies. "I need Vicodin." I state. I hear more footsteps and a chair screech. I look up. Tobias is sitting in the chair to my left with my bottle of pills. I grab for them but he doesn't allow it. "You have to eat first." He reminds me. "Four, you cannot understand the lengths of which I need those pills."
"If you don't eat you'll get sick."
"Just give me my medication."
"Tris I care about you, and I don't want something to happen to you." I grunt. "If you cared about me you'd want to make the pain go away." He sighs and walks over to the counter. "I do want the pain to go away." I walk over to him. "Please," I beg. He lets out a long breath and hands me the bottle. "See we could've avoided all that if you would've given it to me in the first place" I say. I hop up on the counter and begin to fill a glass with water. I down the capsules and lean against the cabinet behind me. The counter adds an extra three inches to my actual height. Tobias walks over and puts a hand on either side of me.
"What's happening to us?" I ask, putting my forehead on his shoulder. "I don't know." He says. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. "I miss you," I say. "We've been fighting too much."
"I can think of something else we can do," Tobias says. I push him back and glare at him. He gives a sweet spontaneous kiss. "We're not going too fast, remember?" I smile and hug him again. "Not in here though." He walks to his room with me still in his arms. He falls backward onto the bed so I'm lying completely on top of him. I kiss him long and hard. He slides his hand from my hip to my ribcage, then across my back. In one swift move he flips me onto my back and uses his elbows to hover above me. We don't break apart until I need air. Tobias kisses my cheek, neck and collarbone. He kisses my lips once more and I stop him. I place my left hand on his shoulder and my right on his temple. My thumb runs over the same curl of hair as I stare into his deep brown eyes. "You're so beautiful." He tells me.
I turn my face away so he can't see me blush. He kisses my neck and I laugh. I turn my head and kiss his cheek. "What is that?" I ask. "What?" I find the rim if his shirt and pull it away from his body. "You have a line running down your back here" I say, brushing my fingers along it without actually looking. "Marcus broke a vase over me when I was 13, don't worry about it." I throw his shirt off the bed and lie back down. "You locked the door right?"
"Yeah, nobody will come in here." He says. "Okay," if somebody walked in right now it'd look far worse than it is. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him back down. "Is it crazy that I'm nervous?" I ask. "No, I think it's normal," he says as he pushes hair away from my face. He kisses me on the lips and I rest my head on his pillows. "I mean you and both of my parents and my brother all together is so terrifying for me." I say as he kisses my collarbone. He kisses my forehead. "You can trust me Tris."
"I know, and I do but what if something happens between you and Caleb or my dad has to get called into work. I mean, it's a miracle my mom even flew in to see us." I put my hands on his shoulders. He puts a hand under my head. "Tris you're over thinking this. Just clear your mind." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Whenever he tells me to relax I just breathe.
I open my eyes again. I lift my head and our mouths draw together like magnets, I put my hand behind me and lace my fingers with his.
"I love you so much," he whispers between breaths.
"I love you too." I reply. "I love you," I repeat. I pull his hand away from my back and push Tobias away.
"I need to breath." I say panting. I take his hand again and kiss it. "Love me forever," I say.
"As long as you love me back." I push him onto his back and lay with my ear on his chest. I can hear his heart pound and I can feel his lungs expand and collapse. I sit up so I'm stratling him and he pushes himself up to me. Tobias kisses my forehead and puts his hand on the back of my head. I hug him pushing my cheek into his bare chest. He moves his hand up my back and I kneel on my knees to get to his height. I draw his lips to mine and we fall back so he's lying on his back. Without breaking connection I end up back underneath him. I turn my head to the side. He kisses my neck as I breathe heavily. I put my hand on his neck and guide him down to the bed next to me. He kisses my forehead once more. He holds me close to him.
"I don't feel good." I say.
"Come on, we need to get you something to eat."
A/N so you guys said you wanted more kissing scenes after my last update and there were so many positive replies I decided this one would be kind of long. Hope that's okay. I'm not the most experienced kisser so I don't know how good it is. I didn't want to really get into the whole French details so :/