A/N: I am sad to say that I do not own Divergent. :(
I slip away from Four and Zeke. They're going to the control room for a while. I see Amar go into the hallway that leads nowhere: our spot. I walk down the same hallway. I'm sure not to bring any attention to myself. Slipping down the hallway, not bothering to hold my hands out in front of me: I know where I'm going. Or, at least, my feet and brain do. I stop before I reach the end of the hallway. Hands wrap around my waist and pull me close. I turn in his strong arms and wrap my arms around his neck.
"I've been waiting to do this since I last kissed you after your fight." Amar whispers as he kisses my neck. He draws a trail with his lips. He draws a circle around my neck. up to my ear, and to my lips. We press ourselves to each other. I love him. I realize this; I love him and I never want to lose him. "Been shopping lately?" he says between kisses.
I smile. "No. But I have had my eye on a certain tattoo and dress." We kiss for a few more minutes before I ask him, "Want to go get it with me?"
We separate, "Of course."
Hand-in-hand, we walk until we reach the Pit. Once we're at the Pit, we let go of each other's hands. I keep walking, while he stands at the edge of the chasm for a few moments, before following me. I walk into a dress shop. Quickly skimming over the dresses displayed, I see the one that I want. I pick it up and walk to the dressing room, just as Amar walks in. I hear him and the store clerk exchange a small conversation.
I un-dress then redress as quickly as I can. The dress is solid black at the top and fades down into bright red, a few sparkles here and there. The dress is strapless with a big scoop in the back that stops at the small of my back. I've wanted to buy it since I arrived but I didn't have a reason for wearing it. Now, I do.
I peep around the corner to catch Amar's eye. Swiftly, he moves to see me better. I, self-consciously, move out of the dressing room. When I step out, I see a few girls from my transfer group come in. Amar grins. I blink toward to the door and Amar glances behind him. He sees the girls. Before I can stop him, he calls them over. Confused, they come over. When they see me in my new dress, they squeal and swarm around me like wolves and their prey.
I hear random compliments on how well the dress suits me and how well it fits to my body. I turn slowly, making sure they see every inch of the dress. More compliments come about how my back is shown and how I need a makeover. What catches my ear and my eye is the bell of the door, when Amar tries to slip out. As fast as I can, I unglue myself from the crowd of girls and change into my regular clothes. I try to pay for the dress before I am told that it was already paid for by Amar. I smile and thank the cashier. With a skip in my step, I head to where I spot Amar going in, into Tori's tattoo shop.
Bag in hand, I walk farther into the Pit and into the tattoo parlor. Amar stands, looking at the display of tattoos. His muscles seem to pop out of his sleeveless shirt. He really looks like a model in that shirt. I wish I could wrap my arms around him. I don't think he would mind. There's not many people in the shop.
I see Tori and the shop owner discussing something. Tori catches my eye. She nods and gives me a small smile, as if reading my mind. Quietly, I set the bag on the floor. Tiptoeing behind him, a huge stupid grin on my face, I wrap my arms around him. He holds my small, pale hands. I rest my cheek on his back. Warmth encases me. I stare up at his short dark hair. Looking behind his shoulder, he sees me staring at him. I look away, a small blush coming to my cheeks, as well as his. He detangles from me. We switch roles. Now, I am holding his hands in mine and his arms are snaked around me. I lean into him. He can support my weight with no problem.
He leans down, whispering in my ear, "Which one do you want?" His hot breath tickles my ear. I shrug against him, gettting a slight chuckle from him. "Well, go on and decide. Tori agreed to let us stay here for a few extra minutes. That is, as long as you choose to get something."
I think about that. I do want one, but I'm not sure which one. Finally, it catches my eye. I point to the factions I want: Erudite and Dauntless. Amar picks the glass display up. Waving for Tori to come, I think about where I want it. It needs to be somewhere big but reasonable.
"Umm, can you do it on my back?" I ask Tori. She nods. "I have an odd request, though."
She props her elbows on her knees. "I'm listening. I'm sure I've heard stranger."
"Do you think you can put the Erudite eye in the center of my back then the Dauntless flames around it? Kind of like a hurricane?"
I see Tori and Amar's eyebrows go inward. A question begins to form on Tori's lips. Before she can ask, I quickly explain. "In a hurricane, the center is called the eye. Around it is the actual hurricane part. Most of it goes in one direction. So I was thinking that you could make the Erudite eye the hurricane eye. Then the hurricane part could be the flames. Also, could you spread the flames out so they wrap around my sides?"
Amar raises his eyebrows, "I'm impressed." He leans to me, he whispers into my ear again, "I'm sure it will look great with that dress."
A blush rushes to my cheeks. I stare into his deep brown eyes. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like this, like him. I faintly hear Tori saying something that I have to take my shirt off. The blush deepens.
"Come again?" I more or less squeak.
"For me to do this, I need you to take your shirt off." she finishes sketching in her notebook. "Which you two were drooling at each other, I sketched this. What do you think?" She shows me exactly what was in my mind. I nod. A smile comes across her face.
Backing away from Amar, slipping my top off, I feel the intense of his gaze on my bare stomach. I ball it up and throw it playfully at his chest. He catches it with a smile. Tori get me to follow her into the next room. She orders me to lay flat on my stomach. I still feel Amar's gaze run along my back. He sits at my head. I can feel him playing with my hair. In a way, it tickles. All of a sudden, my bra strap comes undone. Without meaning to, I tense up. I hear both Amar and Tori say to relax. I do as I am told. Amar weaves his hand through mine. I'm so glad that I have him.
Stiffly, I put on my shirt. I wince as I walk to pick up my bag with my dress. Once I'm there, I stare at the bag. I need to pick it up. I really don't want to bend down, though. Before I can bend a centimeter, Amar picks it up for me. I smile gratefully at him. He returns my smile. His bright white teeth almost blind me.
Amar pays for my tattoo. Thanking Tori, we slip out of the shop. The Pit was nearly empty. Amar glanced at the time on his watch. It was way past curfew. I take his hand. Together, we walked to the hallway beside the dorms.
"Amar," is all I can whisper before his lips are on mine.
He's careful of my back and my sides. He's careful not to hurt me. Even when his hands go over the bandage and everywhere that it hurts, I don't make a sound. Instead, I take him in. Our kiss is all that matters.
"I- I gotta go," I whisper.
"No," he practically growls against my cheek. "You said that earlier. I want you, Abby. You said I had to wait. I've waited long enough."
He lifts me. Automatically, I wrap my legs around him. He leans me against the wall. The pressure against my back hurts but the coolness from the rock canceles out the pain. Our kisses became full of passion from the time we first kissed. Now, we kiss like it was our first and our last kiss. We kiss until our lips have memorized each other's face. Amar dips his head down, kissing the base of my neck. His lips leave a trail of fire as his lips find their way back to mine.
This is what I've always wanted. I've wanted to keep him like this ever since we started dating. At least, I guess we're dating. After the perfect amount of time, like this, we part ways, Both of our lips were swollen from kissing, my back hurt like crap, but I would have it no other way.
I slip into the room, set down my bag, and dream of Amar. A crappy day ends with a perfect night.
A/N: Well? What'd you think? I hope this was okay... Seeing how I've only had, like, one kiss in my entire life, I think I'm doing okay with the romance. But I don't know... If you have any helpful suggestions, review and let me know!
