A/N: Bolded section taken directly from Allegiant.


"Hector!" Shauna and Lynn heavily admonish at the same time Zeke asks, "What the hell is wrong with you, man?" Tobias lunges forward and grabs Hector by the collar of his Dauntless t-shirt and lifts him off his feet. Zeke, Uriah, Will, and Brody are at my husband's side in an instant trying to make sure he doesn't hurt the insignificant initiate. A murderous look contorts his features. His jaw tenses, his eyes narrow into steely slits, and his ears go bright red as he stares down the punk but, unbelievably, Hector doesn't even flinch ... not once. It's almost like he has a death wish.

"You gonna hit me, Four?" Hector sneers, a smug smirk on his lips. Tobias' look turns even darker, and I can tell he wants to but that he's holding himself back. I know my husband. He doesn't want to resort to violence if he doesn't have to.

"Four, let him go. I have no idea what his problem is. He's obviously being a huge asshole. We all know that you would never hurt Tris, not intentionally," Zeke calmly says in a soothing voice. "I know you probably want to throw his ass off the train and right now I can't say that I really blame you but I think it would upset Shauna and Lynn if you kill their brother. Come on, bro, let him go." A sound unlike anything I've ever heard before rips from Tobias' chest as he throws Hector to the floor. It's like a cross between a high-pitched keening and a feral growl. For a moment I think he's going to beat the shit out of him but instead of striking out, he turns around and launches himself off the train without a thought to his safety. We could be stories in the air. God, I hope not.

"Son of a bitch," I mutter under my breath. I would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of Hector myself for his unnecessary and totally false comment but I'm more concerned about my husband's wellbeing than the unimportant initiate before me so I decide to follow Tobias but before I go I take a deep, cleansing breath and loudly say, "I really didn't think I would have to say this tonight in this company but my husband has never beaten me, not once. And you." I step forward and furiously slap Hector, knocking the irritating smirk right off his face and leaving behind my red handprint. "You will be dealt with later, I promise you that. Will, Shauna! Make sure this initiate gets back to Dauntless immediately. He shouldn't be rewarded for his bad behavior by finishing the game."

I turn my back on everyone in the car, take a step back, and propel myself out the open door into darkness. I glide through the cool air, the momentary feeling of weightless flight simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying just like every time I jump from a moving train. I land on my feet and don't waste the momentum, running in the direction I hope Tobias went, towards Dauntless. Luckily, it doesn't take me long to find him.

"Tobias!" I call out and, thankfully, he stops and turns around. He sees me barreling straight for him and steels himself, apparently reading my mind. I launch myself at him and it's like running into a brick wall. I wrap my arms firmly around his neck and my legs tightly around his waist, pressing my body against his. He's too stunned to react at first and makes no move to hold me. I cling to him while I pant vigorously from the exertion.

"You didn't have to follow me," he gruffly says.

"Of course, I did. I'm your wife. I care about you. What Hector did was out of line. I don't blame you for leaving but I'm not letting you hide from me. Never again. You promised," I plead, reminding him of our conversation that took place a mere handful of hours ago. "Talk to me, Tobias. Or scream. Yell. Curse. Punch something. Just don't hide from me." After far too long of just staring into each other's eyes, he finally wraps his strong arms around me and buries his face in my hair and does the last thing I thought he would do, he starts to cry. After a moment his legs give out, and we crumple to the cracked concrete beneath us. Listening to his anguish nearly rips my beating heart right out of my chest and tears flood my own eyes. I tighten my grip on him and do the only thing I know to do, I hold him close to me. It's not like I've never seen him cry but the times have been few and far between. I repeatedly press my lips to his temple, jaw, cheek, and hair and whisper words of love as I embrace him. Slowly his sobs quiet and a troubled sigh escapes his lips.

"I'm sorry," he roughly says.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. He was totally out of line," I say. "You showed more restraint than I did."

"I wanted to kill him, Tris. Peter and my father are the only two people who have made me see red like Hector just did," he mutters. "I felt myself losing control, and I knew if I didn't remove myself from the situation that I was going to make things so much worse." He suddenly frowns at me, his look perplexed. "What do you mean I showed more restraint than you did?"

"I slapped him," I say, my body trembling as the anger I felt resurfaces. "Before I jumped off the train I told everyone what they should already know, the rumors are false then I smacked the infuriating smirk right off that little asshole's face and told him we would deal with him later. He looked stunned. I would have laughed if I wasn't so worried about you."

"I should have known you would take care of me," he says.

I cup his cheeks with my palms and stare deeply into his troubled dark indigo eyes and say, "Always."

Slowly his hands roam up my back until he tangles his fingers in my hair then he moves his mouth to mine. His kiss is intense, passionate, all-consuming almost bordering on brutal. I grasp his back tightly as his tongue thrusts between my parted lips and forcefully mates with mine. I feel his pulsating shaft lengthen and harden beneath me as we meld our bodies together, and I know I need to stop this before things get totally out of control and we're making love right here in the middle of the sidewalk. It may be after midnight and the surrounding buildings dark but there's a full moon shining down on us like a spotlight. Anyone looking out their window can see us, and I for one don't want a repeat of the fear landscape room.

"Baby, we can't do this here," I breathlessly murmur when he moves his lips to my neck and kisses his way up to my ear. I feel warmth spread between my thighs and my will weaken as he gives special attention to the extra sensitive erogenous zone. "Someone could see us." He stops then looks around, and his face falls slightly.

"You're right. We're too exposed here but I can't wait until we get home. I need you, Tris," he roughly murmurs, his wet lips pressed against my ear. "Now." The heat of his breath is making it hard to think straight. I force my eyes open to examine our surroundings. I don't know where we are at first but when I see the giant bean-shaped sculpture not far away, I know we're practically straight across from Erudite's headquarters. I turn my head, looking for someplace private, and I see what could be the perfect spot. I check for cameras and, thankfully, don't see any.

"I know where we can go," I say as I extricate myself from his embrace and stand up. I help him to his feet and say, "Follow me." I lead him across what I imagine was once a beautiful expanse of lush, green grass until we reach the end of the brown, water-deprived lawn. The metal structure is larger and stranger up close than it was from far away. It's really a stage, and arcing above it are massive metal plates that curl in different directions, like an exploded aluminum can. We walk past row after row of faded, cracked, dilapidated, and sometimes missing red chairs up to the empty area in front of the thick concrete stage. I expect there to be dirt and debris everywhere but Erudite keeps things immaculate, inside and out. "No one should be able to see us here." I push him up against the concrete and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him aggressively. I thrust my tongue between his lips and explore every millimeter of his mouth as I grind my body against his. My fingers go to the hem of his black t-shirt, and he wraps his fingers around my wrists, stopping me.

"Wait a minute," he pants. My befuddled eyes meet his heated gaze. "If you don't want to do this out here we can go home. I shouldn't have said I couldn't wait. I'm so sorry, love. This has been one bitch of a week and it has me doing things I'd never normally do. I don't ever want to force you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"Baby, you're not forcing me," I quietly say, my throat thick with desire. "I want you so much right now I can barely think straight and this is perfect." He furrows his brows in confusion. "We're in Erudite, Tobias." A spark of recognition lights his heated gaze. "This is the only faction we haven't made love in. We get to mark another spot off our lists."

"I love you, Beatrice Grace."

"I love you more," I say with heartfelt intensity.

"That's impossible," he drawls as a sexy as hell smile brightens his face. He let's go of my wrists, and I immediately lift his shirt up and over his head and drop it to the ground beside us. He impatiently removes mine and tosses it on top of his then kisses me deeply while our hands roam each other's bodies. When we're both out of breath I unbutton and unzip his jeans and push them over his hips and down his legs until he steps out of them then I sweep them out of the way. I run my hand over the thick bulge in his boxer briefs, and he pushes a gravelly gasp through his clenched teeth.

"Always so hard for me," I murmur, mesmerized by the power of the hot, throbbing shaft beneath my palm. I lean forward and wrap my lips around his nipple, teasingly circling the stiff bud with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and nibbling on it playfully. He lets out a deep, unrestrained growl. I know we should be quiet but the possibility of getting caught only adds to my excitement. I torment his pebbled peak as I reach into his boxer briefs and stroke his hard length with a practiced grip.

"Tris," he moans. My name on his lips in that raspy, aroused tone heats my blood to boiling. I play with his other nipple as I continue to leisurely stroke him. When I can't wait to taste him one second longer, I drop to my knees and slowly pull his boxer briefs down, freeing his rigid masculinity. I wrap my fingers around the base of his hot shaft and slowly pump my fist up and down then dart my tongue out of my mouth and slowly drag it up his length, never taking my eyes off his. I tease the sensitive underside of his tip then move my tongue up and torment his slit. I glide my moist lips up and down his length dropping sporadic kisses before engulfing him. "Oh, God!"

"Mm," I hum causing him to groan as I unhurriedly work him in and out of my mouth while my hand simultaneously strokes and my tongue caresses his fullness. When he grasps the back of my head, I move faster and deeper, sucking hard just the way he likes it until he's continuously trying to breach my throat. Maybe one day I can take him. I feel his entire body shudder with pleasure, and I know he's getting close.

"No, love," he roughly mutters, dragging me to my feet. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to be inside you." He lifts me off my feet and sets me on the edge of the stage causing me to squeal. I wasn't expecting it. He pulls me in and possessively captures my lips with his while he unbuttons my jean shorts. I lift myself so he can pull off my shorts and panties. I reach behind me and unhook my bra and let it slide down my arms. "You are so beautiful." His eyes, which are sparkling in the moonlight, are appreciating my nakedness. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I'm the lucky one," I say as I run my hands up his chest and drape my arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he says before his lips land on mine. As our mouths move together, one of his hand moves up to palm a breast while the other slowly moves between my thighs. "You're always so ready for me." He strokes two fingers in and out of my moist womanhood while he circles my nubbin with his thumb. "You must really like having me in your mouth."

"I do," I huskily say as the familiar rush of heat floods my cheeks.

"Don't ever lose that blush, Mrs. Eaton," he murmurs as he draws my lips to his. He kisses me passionately before moving his mouth to my neck. "I would miss it." He kisses his way down my chest, stopping at my heaving breasts, teasing them until I think I might die. I move my hips in rhythm with his probing digits as he kisses his way further down my writhing abdomen. He gently pushes me back until I'm lying flat on the cold, rough concrete and slowly removes his fingers from my body. He spreads my legs wider and sucks in a deep breath as his fiery gaze moves over my naked body. He's looking at me like I'm a priceless piece of artwork. He leans over and presses open mouthed kisses on one inner thigh and then the other before dragging his tongue up my moist opening and over my aching nubbin.

"Damn, baby," I murmur. The combination of the cool night air on my enflamed skin and his hot breath on the most intimate part of my body is driving me insane. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he leisurely thrusts his tongue in and out of my womanhood, slurping up my juices. After what seems like hours, but in reality must only be minutes, he moves that talented tongue up to my throbbing bundle of nerves, attacking it like a cat pouncing on a mouse. He licks, sucks, and nibbles then repeats the pattern over and over again. "Shit, Tobias!" I wriggle against his mouth as my orgasm builds but he keeps me in place with a firm grip on my thighs, never letting his tongue deviate from its target. "Oh, God! I'm gonna come. Oh, Tobias!" My back arches up off the stage as my release roars through my body. I call out his name, clenching around the emptiness inside me with rhythmic convulsions. I try to close my legs but he holds my thighs wide open, never letting his tongue leave my oversensitive nubbin as he carries me through my devastating orgasm. I pull in lungsful of air, desperate for oxygen as my racing heart slows to a normal rhythm.

"Come here, love." I wrap myself around him after he helps me sit up. Our mouths collide in a savage kiss. He sips lightly on my bottom lip then bites down, sending a jolt of pleasure to my aching core.

"I need you inside me, baby," I murmur against his lips. "Now. Please." He takes a few steps and carefully lowers us onto a lone faded red chair in what once must have been the front row. Its mates are long gone as are its armrests, making it easy for me to straddle his hips. I reach between us and grasp his hard, heavy shaft. I run his thick, bulbous head through my moist folds a few times then place him at my entrance. We stare into each other's eyes as he slowly pushes up inside me, inch by inch. When he imbeds himself into me fully, he lets out a lustful moan and I sigh. He feels so good.

"Damn, I've missed you, love," he hoarsely whispers as he wraps his arms tightly around me and hugs me closely, burying his face in my hair.

"I've missed you, too, Tobias." He slides his hands up and down my bare back as he softly kisses along my jawline to my mouth. I unhurriedly lift myself up onto my tiptoes then force myself back down on his hard length, our mouths never leaving each other's. Our pace is slow, loving. Our regular breaths become erratic, labored with the exertion. He grasps my hips as I begin to move over him faster, steadying our rhythm. I clutch his back and neck tightly, our lips locked together passionately as our bodies easily move together as one. My stiff nipples abrade his chest with each of our combined thrusts, and I feel the intimate contact between my thighs, making me even wetter for him. I tear my mouth from his and moan loudly as I feel myself climbing toward another incredible release.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against my ear, our sensual rhythm becoming frenzied and frantic. "Always so tight for me." I involuntarily clench at his words, and he lets out a rapturous groan. I repeatedly whimper his name as we writhe against each other. He thrusts harder as I plunge over the crest of some invisible summit, and he swallows my cries of pure pleasure. After a few final thrusts, he moans into my mouth and follows me over the edge into ecstasy. I collapse against his chest after the final flicker of bliss, panting for much-needed air, and he tightens his grip on me as we let our racing hearts and irregular breathing return to normal.

"I really hate to say this but we should get dressed before someone out wandering finds us," I say as I place soft, tender kisses along his bare shoulder.

"As much as I'd like to keep you naked, Mrs. Eaton, I think you're right," he says. I lift myself off his lap and turn to pick up my clothes. "Missing something?" I look over my shoulder and he's holding up my panties on the end of his index finger, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You can have these back but I'm warning you right now, I'm taking them back off of you as soon as we get home."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I ask, flirtatious humor evident in my voice. I'm so happy right now. I pluck my boy shorts off his finger after several attempts – he kept moving them out of my reach – and slide them up my legs and into place.

"Oh, that is most definitely a promise."

"How are you doing, baby?" I ask after we're once again fully dressed. We're sitting side by side on the edge of the stage where not that long ago he brought me to the most delicious orgasm. He drapes his arm over my shoulders and pulls me close to his side, kissing my temple lovingly.

"This is the best I've felt in nearly a week," he says. "I'm relaxed. I'm extremely happy." His voice lowers to a seductive tone. "I'm satisfied." He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and softly kisses the spot just behind my ear. "I don't care about the rumors. Hell, I don't care about Dauntless. All I care about is you and our kids." He draws my mouth to his for a tender kiss. "Thank you for giving me what I needed tonight. I know you were hesitant to begin with." I blush as I look around at the wide-open space before us.

"I'll be honest, baby, someone actually seeing us make love like Zeke did mortifies me. But the thought of being caught does something to me that I can't quite explain. It's a different level of excitement."

"Like when we play," he states.

"You understand."

"Of course, I do," he says. "I love the intimacy we share each and every time we make love but there are different levels of excitement. At least there is for me."

"Do you like it better when we just make love or when we play?"

"Better?" he mutters under his breath. "I love every time we're together. It's always exciting, special, loving … different." He smiles warmly at me, strong affection shining in his moonlit eyes. "I do have my favorite times though just like you do."

"Yeah," I say, my mind replaying our most intimate memories.

"I bet I can guess some of yours because I'm sure they're mine, too," he says.

"Okay," I say. "What are they?"

"Obviously, our first time." I nod. "The night you accepted my proposal. Our first time as husband and wife." Again, he's right. "Our first game of naughty Candor or Dauntless. The night I tied you to our bed." He's on a roll! "Our first time after Olivia tried to kill you. Our first time after you were kidnapped. Our first time after Teags was born." He's right on all accounts. "The day we conceived Teagan."

"That's my favorite," I say, interrupting him. "Our love made another life. That will always be special even though we didn't know we were doing it."

"Putting her inside you is my number one also," he says. I yawn widely around my contented smile, suddenly exhausted, and he says, "I need to get you home, love." He jumps off the stage then helps me to my feet. He takes my hand and leads me toward the train. "You have the energy to jump on the train one last time tonight?"

"I have to," I say, "or we have quite a walk in front of us."

"How about I give you a ride instead?" he asks. I look up at him, excited by the prospect.

"You mean…"

"Jump on my back," he says. "I'll carry you." He turns around and I practically climb him like a tree.

"This is awesome," I say as I kiss his neck. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"What are we going to do about Hector?" I ask when he sets me on my feet at the train tracks. There's no telling exactly how long we'll have to wait for a train heading toward Dauntless. "I can't help but think there's something wrong with him. It's like he was baiting you tonight."

"You thought that too?" he asks.

"Definitely."

"I really don't get it," he says. "I've known him for nearly five years. He's never acted like this, not once. He could be a little annoying, especially to Shauna and Lynn but I've never seen him downright disrespectful and rude before."

"Do you think talking to him in private would help? Do you think he would confide in us? It seems like he views us as the enemy all of a sudden. Do you think this has something to do with his mother?"

"If we hadn't had that conversation with Alicia earlier, I'd say there was no way but her over interest in our personal lives tells me there's definitely something going on there."

"Any clue what it is?" I ask. The approaching train's headlight shines in the distance and we ready ourselves to run.

"None," he says, "and let's try to forget about it the rest of the night, okay?"

"You're right," I say. "There's no need to let meaningless negative thoughts intrude on our evening. We'll figure it out sooner or later."

"That's the spirit," he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead as the train fast approaches. "Let's go home!"