Tris woke up to the feeling of warmth at her back. She was startled, but
too groggy to do anything, when she remembered that she had finally gone
ahead and done what her heart had been telling her to do.
"Oh Gods..." she murmured to herself, hoping it hadn't just been a mistake, hoping that Briar hadn't just wanted a quick fling and nothing to do with her. She continued to think it over in her mind when a movement from Briar broke her train of thought.
"Tris?" he whispered, "What time is it?"
"I don't know, Briar," she replied, looking out the window through which the sun had already begun to pour.
"Tris, if it's as late as I think it is, we are both going to be in deep trouble when we get downstairs. Especially if we go downstairs together..."
Tris cursed under her breath, thinking of how to get them out of the sticky situation they had gotten themselves into. Something like this had happened a few months ago when Sandry had brought her boyfriend from Emalen up to visit her. Unbeknownst, of course, to Rosethorn and Lark. When Sandry had come downstairs with him late in the morning the boy, whose name was Ben, was sent away immediately while Sandry was given lavatory duty for the next week.
"If you go downstairs first, maybe, then I come down a few minutes later, they won't notice. It can't be later than seven forty or so... You always get up before me anyways," Tris reasoned, "Maybe if we don't come down together they won't suspect anything."
"Maybe," said Briar, sounding skeptical. We have nothing better though, he though to himself as he began to sneak out to his own room. He quickly ran into his room shutting the door behind him. He pulled from the ground beside his bed a rumpled tunic and shirt, and he began to throw them on while next door, Tris began to collect herself.
Tris walked about tidying up, as she did in the morning, then pulled from her chest-of-drawers a green linen dress that contrasted beautifully with her bright hair, which she began to re-braid.
When Briar walked downstairs he was greeted with a worried look from Rosethorn who asked why he hadn't come downstairs earlier.
"I couldn't fall asleep last night. Neither could Tris, so we sat and... talked... for a while. She may still be asleep," he mumbled as Tris walked cheerily down the stairs, appearing well rested despite her late night activities.
"Well she looks fine," commented Rosethorn, "So you better pull yourself together, boy. We have hard work in the garden this morning."
"Yes ma'am," he grumbled before sitting down at the table to grab a biscuit and honey for his breakfast. Tris joined him and asked for the butter, blushing when her hand bumped against his own reminding her of what they had done the night before.
"Pull yourself together," she thought fiercely to herself, "It's not like he's acting any different." Briar was acting like his usual self, happy and carefree as he got up from the table with half of his biscuit in hand, to walk out to the garden and survey his day's work.
Tris also excused herself from the table to go pull a book from her room and to meet up with Niko for her day's lessons.
"Be careful," she noted to herself to make sure Niko didn't notice a difference in her behavior. "He knows you best. Act normally."
And she tried to do just that.
& lt;& I apologize to the few of you who have been reading this for the discontinuation. I just recently noticed that people were actually reading this... I know this chapter's really short, but it's just to tell you that I'm still alive, as far as I know. If you've got suggestions or the like, please review or email me. Thanks!
"Oh Gods..." she murmured to herself, hoping it hadn't just been a mistake, hoping that Briar hadn't just wanted a quick fling and nothing to do with her. She continued to think it over in her mind when a movement from Briar broke her train of thought.
"Tris?" he whispered, "What time is it?"
"I don't know, Briar," she replied, looking out the window through which the sun had already begun to pour.
"Tris, if it's as late as I think it is, we are both going to be in deep trouble when we get downstairs. Especially if we go downstairs together..."
Tris cursed under her breath, thinking of how to get them out of the sticky situation they had gotten themselves into. Something like this had happened a few months ago when Sandry had brought her boyfriend from Emalen up to visit her. Unbeknownst, of course, to Rosethorn and Lark. When Sandry had come downstairs with him late in the morning the boy, whose name was Ben, was sent away immediately while Sandry was given lavatory duty for the next week.
"If you go downstairs first, maybe, then I come down a few minutes later, they won't notice. It can't be later than seven forty or so... You always get up before me anyways," Tris reasoned, "Maybe if we don't come down together they won't suspect anything."
"Maybe," said Briar, sounding skeptical. We have nothing better though, he though to himself as he began to sneak out to his own room. He quickly ran into his room shutting the door behind him. He pulled from the ground beside his bed a rumpled tunic and shirt, and he began to throw them on while next door, Tris began to collect herself.
Tris walked about tidying up, as she did in the morning, then pulled from her chest-of-drawers a green linen dress that contrasted beautifully with her bright hair, which she began to re-braid.
When Briar walked downstairs he was greeted with a worried look from Rosethorn who asked why he hadn't come downstairs earlier.
"I couldn't fall asleep last night. Neither could Tris, so we sat and... talked... for a while. She may still be asleep," he mumbled as Tris walked cheerily down the stairs, appearing well rested despite her late night activities.
"Well she looks fine," commented Rosethorn, "So you better pull yourself together, boy. We have hard work in the garden this morning."
"Yes ma'am," he grumbled before sitting down at the table to grab a biscuit and honey for his breakfast. Tris joined him and asked for the butter, blushing when her hand bumped against his own reminding her of what they had done the night before.
"Pull yourself together," she thought fiercely to herself, "It's not like he's acting any different." Briar was acting like his usual self, happy and carefree as he got up from the table with half of his biscuit in hand, to walk out to the garden and survey his day's work.
Tris also excused herself from the table to go pull a book from her room and to meet up with Niko for her day's lessons.
"Be careful," she noted to herself to make sure Niko didn't notice a difference in her behavior. "He knows you best. Act normally."
And she tried to do just that.
& lt;& I apologize to the few of you who have been reading this for the discontinuation. I just recently noticed that people were actually reading this... I know this chapter's really short, but it's just to tell you that I'm still alive, as far as I know. If you've got suggestions or the like, please review or email me. Thanks!