As I stood brushing my hair before bed, I stared into the mirror. It was strange even now. Seeing myself, this somewhat ugly girl from Abnegation, now top of her class in Dauntless. I am brave. I am Dauntless.

My hazel eyes peer back at me. The golden-brown locks of hair fall over my shoulder. I'm not pretty, but I'm not completely ugly either. The three ravens peek up on my collarbone. I touch the bigger two sadly.

I look back to the mirror. Mirrors are such strange concepts. A special type of glass that lets you see an exact image of yourself. I've never taken to vanity, but at this moment I think, 'I look pretty good.'

Maybe good enough for Tobias. That was my fear, not being enough. I wasn't scared that he would hurt me or anything. I was afraid I wouldn't suffice and he would finally wake up. And leave me.

I couldn't lose him.

So I do my best to look attractive. I slid my black sleep shorts up a tad and push my breasts up. I look back in the mirror. No different. I still look small and insignificant. Like a Stiff should.

But I am Dauntless. I must be. I see my eyes become glassy. I would not cry. I would not. I swiped at my eyes. What had I become? Nearly crying because I thought I wasn't pretty. My mother would never approve…

Mom. The pain stung my throat. I stared more intently into the mirror, trying to see past me to her. My eyes resembled my father's, but my face was so distinctly hers.

"Be brave, Beatrice." Those were her last words. A message to me. I stared at my hands, poised in the way the hands appeared in the symbol of Abnegation.

Arms wrapped around my waist and I sharply gasped. It was Tobias. I knew it by his long fingers and warm hands. I sighed to myself.

"Hi, Tobias," I murmured.

"Hello, beautiful Tris," he whispered against the skin of my neck. His breath was hot and overwhelming. I felt his lips gently press on the skin above the neckline of my shirt.

I looked up into the mirror again and saw his face. He was smiling slightly as he gently kissed my neck. He glanced and our eyes met via the mirror. He stopped kissing. My body ached for his touch.

"Mirrors are so odd, aren't they? I'm still a little wary of them," he spoke softly.

"Yeah. Odd."

"Yeah, odd? That's what you have to say? What's the matter, Tris?"

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

"You don't convince me. You know you can tell me anything."

"I know."

"Remember that." He kissed the spot just below my ear, his tongue brushing against me. "I fall in love with you more every day."

"And I you, Tobias." I shifted in his arms to face him. My arms were around his waist, pressed to his back. I felt his thumbs brush against bare skin and I shuddered. "Tobias…"

"Tris, please. I'm not going to hurt you. I just love the way you feel, look, taste even. I want to know more about you. I want to know everything that makes you feel good and I want to give it to you."

"But Tobias, how could I ever-"

"I know what you're going to ask. You needn't try at all. Please, Tris, let me touch you."

"Touch me how? Tobias, you know how I feel about all this."

"I know. I'm trying to remedy that. I'll only touch your stomach, gently."

"Shirt stays on."

"Works for me."

I nodded apprehensively and his hands slid up my shirt and rested on my abdomen. He traced his thumbs in circles as we kissed. It was electrifying.

After a moment, I guided his hands to the hem of my shirt. My eyes told him to take it off. He did. I stifled a moan as he saw me for the first time.

"For the longest time, I wondered what you hid under that t-shirt. You are so beautiful." He kissed me as his fingers traced my spine. "Can I touch your breasts?"

Be brave, Beatrice.

Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up.

I am selfish, I am brave. I am Dauntless.

I am Divergent.

"Yes." Our lips crush each other and my arms are around his neck before I can stop them. My bra is gone, he stares. "What?"

"You are so hot," he groans. I can feel him rub against my pelvis. He's hard. I panic and push him away.

"Stop, stop. This was a mistake." I reach for my shirt, not bothering with my bra. "I'm sorry, Tobias. I just can't." I walk out of the bathroom feeling guilty.

"Tris, wait! Did I do something wrong?" He went after me.

"No. I just can't do it. I can't. Maybe someday."

Please tell me what you think and if I should make this a series or do more Divergent/Insurgent/Allegiant fanfiction!