A/N: Don't be too harsh with me on this...It's not betaed!

I wrote this just for fun after it popped into my head after listening to Christmas music. It's just for fun and for anyone who wants to enjoy it.

It's a feel good fourtris Christmas themed story.

Let me know what you think!

And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and Happy Holidays otherwise!

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on

Your troubles will be out of sight….

The hotel is decorated to it's very best, with bright shining lights, holly and garland in every corner.

Some smooth Frank-Sinatra type singer is crooning to me over the speakers, telling me to have a merry little Christmas.

What does that mean anyway? Even surrounded by all of the Christmas glitz and glamour, I've never felt more uninspired by the season.

It doesn't surprise me with my parents deciding on Florida for the holiday and Caleb spending it with his girlfriend's family in Aspen.

That leaves me stuck in New York for the holiday all by myself.

The only saving grace is that Christina is staying here too because she has to work.

I count at least six different, near-twelve-foot Christmas trees on my walk to the bar. It's gorgeous if not completely over done. I can't imagine the tips Christina makes here.

She'd only gotten this bartending job a few weeks ago.

I could have gotten her a job with me at the coffee house but she insisted that this was better.

And seeing her now, I finally understand why.

Christina is across the bar, leaning on the counter to take the order of an attractive blonde. She flirts with ease, flipping her hair over her shoulder and giggling.

All I can do is shake my head when he slips her a twenty before leaning in to say, 'That's just for you, sweetheart.'

I can hear the thick British accent from where I'm standing.

Foreign businessmen, it's definitely Christmastime in New York.

Christina spots me and waves me down her way and I move towards her, grinning.

"Who's the hottie in the suit?" I whisper as I slip into the seat in front of her.

"God, which one?" She gushes, gesturing around. I follow her hand and see exactly what she's talking about.

Apparently, none of the attractive, rich, business men in New York we're planning to go home for Christmas either.

"The one that just slipped you the twenty."

"Oh, that's my soulmate. His name is Vincent."

I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Do you know what the definition of soulmate is?"

"Of course I do. A soulmate is someone destined to be yours. At least for the night." She winks at me as I shake my head in disbelief.

She looks me over, taking in my outfit. I can see the approval in her eyes before she says anything.

"Did you get all dressed up for me? Your cleavage is amazing."

I glance down at myself, and self consciously pull my black tank top up slightly.

"Leave it." Christina chastises me. "But maybe lose the blazer."

"I like the blazer," I say defensively,

She rolls her eyes at me.

"Whatever. But seriously, you're wearing heels. What's up?"

"They're just wedges. And it's nothing. I'm just meeting Al."

"Oh, god…" Christina groans, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"Oh, Tris, he's so boring. Why do you keep trying to force it?"

"I'm not forcing it. I like him."

Christina rolls her eyes again, this time so far into the back of her head that I worry they're going to disappear.

"You do not like him. Last time we invited him out, I thought you were going to fall asleep at your table. You're just bored and insecure. Doesn't he have somewhere to be for Christmas?"

"His parents came here." I say, shrugging.

"Ugh, of course they did. Now I'm starting to wish that you had gone home for Christmas. Maybe then you could've used Robert for your rebound weekend and I wouldn't have to deal with Albert boring-as-hell Ross."

"Using my high school boyfriend as a rebound doesn't sound like a very merry Christmas to me. And Al isn't rebound. We're just…hanging out."

"Uh-huh. On Christmas eve? You should just get naked now."

"I'm not going to sleep with him. I like him and we're just going to have a drink."

"Your cleavage says otherwise."

"Oh my god, you're exhausting." I groan, pressing my face into my hands for a moment.

"I prefer spirited."

"How about you make me a spirited drink and stay out of my business?"

"What kind of friend would I be if I did that? Look, I'm not going to let you settle for less than what you deserve just because Peter dumped you and you're sad."

I wince at the sound of Peter's name. As much as I try to tell myself I'm completely over it and him, it still hurts.

It's not as if I thought we were going to be together forever but I still hadn't expected to find him half naked on top of my lab partner.

It's only been a month.

Christina has the tact of a small child sometimes.

I'm relieved when she gets called away down the bar. She looks torn for a moment between doing her job and tormenting me more.

Her job eventually wins out.

"Don't think that this conversation is over. I'll be right back." She moves down the bar quickly, immediately taking someone's order at the other end.

Just as I'm starting to catch my breath from the bomb that is Christina, someone catches my eye from the other end of the bar.

I've never believed in those heart-stopping attraction moments but the room actually does feel like it's on pause.

I'm hyper aware of him, and time has absolutely no meaning.

He's wearing a black fitted suit with a white button down shirt underneath it, unbuttoned just enough to make you wonder.

His dark hair matches his slight tan, but he's not over-processed like the guys that filter in from L.A.

His eyes are intently focused on the laptop in front of him but his hand is wrapped around a whiskey glass.

My mouth feels dry as I watch his hand, the strong grip is making me imagine what that hand would feel like on me.

I watch him bring the glass to his lips for a sip, and when he pulls it away his lips are slightly wet, making them appear even more kissable then I thought they were originally. Then his eyes move from the computer and lock with mine.

My breath catches in my throat.

His eyes are like dark blue crystal.

"Holy crap…" I whisper to myself, unable to help the words escaping from my lips.

Then, without warning, someone's hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" Al's voice fills my ear.

I swivel around in my seat, my cheeks flushed a bright pink color.

I'm almost thankful to be brought out of the fantasy.

Almost.

"Al! Hi…" I say, my voice is a little too high-pitched for normal.

"Sorry, I'm late." He grins at me, sliding into the seat next to me, obscuring my view of the handsome stranger.

"You're not late, you're fine…" I mumble.

"Can I get you a drink?"

I sit up in my seat slightly, trying to look around him to see if the stranger's eyes are still on me.

When I finally spot him again, his gaze is focused back on the computer, but he's grinning.

"Yeah…" I mumble. "A drink sounds good…"

Oh the weather outside is frightful.

But the fire is so delightful,

And since we've no place to go,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…

Al is drunk, and even drunk, Christina's right. He's boring. It's not his fault, he's socially awkward and too smart for his own good but Christina was right. She always is.

I'm bored.

"Hey, do you think we'll have a white Christmas?" Al asks me, tapping his foot on his chair to the beat of the music.

"Doesn't matter to me either way."

"You're not one of those girls who thinks that snow is the most magical thing in the world?"

I shrug, taking a sip of my extra dirty Martini.

"Snow is cold. And wet. There's nothing magical about that."

Al leans forward, his hand sliding up my thigh.

Instantly, I tense up.

"Maybe I could show you some magic." He breathes, his lips inches from mine. I pull back slightly, nose wrinkling at the smell of the alcohol on his breath.

"Or, I'm putting you in an Uber before you embarrass yourself." I try to laugh it off, but Al just frowns.

"There's nothing embarrassing about this." Al breathes, and then presses his lips against mine.

His breath is hot against my lips and there isn't a single second of the kiss that I enjoy.

When I finally manage to pull away, I can't hide the frown on my lips.

"What?" He says, clearly insulted.

"Nothing." I say quickly.

"Alright, Tris," He slurs, "What is it with you? One minute you're hot and the next you're cold."

"What? No I'm not, I–"

"Are you into me or not?"

I blink at him, surprised by his bluntness.

"Maybe I would've been four beers ago. Come on, Al." I say, reaching for my phone to bring up the ride share app.

"I can call an Uber for myself, thanks." He says angrily, standing to his feet and clumsily stuffing his arms into his coat.

"Come on, Al. Don't. I didn't mean–"

"I'm sick of playing games with you." He says firmly. "Call me when you figure out what you want."

I stare after him as he stalks out of the bar.

I close my eyes, letting out a pitiful moan as I press my palms to my forehead.

That was a bigger disaster than even I could have prepared for.

The worst part of it all is that Al is right. I am playing games for the sake of rebounding no matter how much I tell myself that I'm not.

I hear a small snort of laughter that brings me out of my reverie.

I open my eyes, looking up to find myself face to face with him.

My breath catches in my throat for the second time this evening.

The mysterious handsome stranger who I'd locked eyes with earlier is standing right next to me.

He's leaning across the bar, attempting to order another drink, but he's grinning.

"Did you just laugh at me?" I narrow my eyes at him accusingly.

He turns a little to look at me.

"Not at you, no." He says, that stupid smirk still on his lips.

"Not at me?"

"Well there's nothing funny about you on your own." He says matter-of-factly.

"Then why were you laughing?"

"Do all your dates go that badly?"

I can hear the teasing tone in his voice and it makes me angry.

I frown at him and then he actually has the balls to tilt his head back and let out a bark of laughter.

"It's really not funny."

"Not for him. For me, it's extremely funny."

He finally gets served another glass of whiskey by Christina's barmate and then slips into the seat next to me.

He holds out a hand towards me.

"Tobias Eaton."

I take his hand and shake it cautiously.

"Beatrice Prior, but I prefer Tris."

I catch eyes with Christina across the bar and she gives me a knowing look and an approving nod.

I roll my eyes slightly before realizing that Tobias has watched the entire interaction.

"Friends with the bartender?" He questions.

"My roommate. Eaton…Why does that sound so familiar?"

"We've met." He says matter-of-factly.

"What?" I snort. "No we haven't. I would've remembered you." I blush heavily as I realize what just came out of my mouth.

"I mean…I just…I have a good memory."

He grins at me for a moment.

"So do I. Let me jog yours. I looked a little bit different then. I was eight and I went by the name of Four."

Realization hits me instantly.

"Oh my god. Camp Eaton." It was a buried memory. My brother and I had gotten accepted into an exclusive science sleep away camp in New York when we were kids. We'd made many friends but Caleb was particularly fond of his camp buddy, Four.

"Wait, that Camp was yours?"

"My Father's."

"This is crazy. I can't believe you remember me."

He watches me for a moment and then shrugs.
"You're not easy to forget, Ladybug." He grins, using my camp nickname. "What are you doing back in New York?"

"I…I go to Columbia."

He nods slowly, raising his glass to his lips.

"And why aren't you back in Chicago this holiday season?"

I chew on my bottom lip for a moment before shrugging.

I pause, trying desperately to think of something witty to say and not the truth, I was dumped last month and even my own parents ditched me.

"Maybe I thought I'd have a more interesting Christmas in New York."

"And are you indeed having a more interesting Christmas in New York?"

"Ask me again in twenty minutes." I say with a smile, raising my own glass to my lips.

"I don't think we're going to need that long."

I almost choke on my drink at his words.

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Yes." He says, matching my own directness.

My body floods with warmth and an odd tingling sensation starts in my toes. Something I haven't felt since my first date with Peter.

"I've had a crush on you since I was eight, if I didn't shoot my shot I'd never forgive myself. Especially after watching you on that disastrous date.

"You were watching me?"

"You're the prettiest girl in the room, of course I was."

I stare at him for a moment, speechless.

"You're forward." I finally manage to say.

"No, I just don't play games. If I want something I go after it."

My brain is rushing to find a reason that this is a bad idea and coming up painfully empty.

"What?" He says in response to the look on my face.

"...Buy me another drink, Four."

Two hours later and the hotel bar is nearly cleared out, except for the two of us. We're mere inches from each other, hands touching as we talk to each other in small voices.

Reminiscing and filling each other in on what the other's been doing the last fifteen years. Tobias had taken over for his father's company, Eaton & Associates. He runs the New York branch while his father travels.

I fill him in on my Columbia journey, my desire to be a writer and my disaster of a love life. He continues to laugh at me, but somehow, I find the humor in it too and actually manage to laugh with him.

"Okay enough at my dispense. What about you? Don't you have anyone waiting for you? It's Christmas eve."

He shakes his head slowly.

"I haven't found anyone worth my time for longer than a night. My Mother and Father are traveling and I'm here."

I nod, my fingers tracing my own lips in an attempt to stop thinking about how much I want to kiss him.

"You know," He said softly. "I watched you on that awful date and it gave me an idea of what to give you for Christmas."

"Oh? A gift?"

He nods slowly.

"Well, let's have it."

"Excitement." He says plainly.

"Excitement?"

"Adventure, Pleasure, Passion."

"Who says I don't already have that?"

He turns his head towards me, grinning.

"You do. You say it with your eyes and your body language…" His eyes move over my body, resting for a moment on the cleavage Christina was so proud of.

"And how are you going to give me that excitement, Tobias Eaton?"

For a moment, he doesn't say anything. Then, he leans in close to me, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip before he presses his to mine.

Through the years

We'll always be together

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

So have yourself a merry little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

So have yourself a merry little Christmas now…

The song ends and his lips part from mine. I keep my eyes on him and he keeps his eyes locked on me. We're still so close that I can still feel his breath on my lips.

It's the second time this song has played this evening, but it's the first time I'm inspired by it.

"Merry Christmas, Ladybug." Tobias whispers against my lips.

"Ask me again." I say in a small voice.

He laughs softly and then fixes me with a serious look.

"Are you having an interesting Christmas in New York?"

I lean forward, capturing his lips in mine once again.

"Very interesting." I whisper.

"Merry Christmas, Four."