A/N: After many reviews screaming for more, I decided that I should give into the demands. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! …I own nothing save the story.

---- Of Shoulders and Reading ----

"Still reading that book Coppercurls?"

Tris looked up over her book, eyes snapping to Briar steeping onto the roof. She had come here for quiet and time for her thoughts, not to mention reading, but of course, Briar had to interrupt. She did nothing but scowl at him, and returned to the pages of her book. Or, to be precise, the thoughts that he had intruded upon.

It had been a day since his kissing her in Rosethorn's workshop, and she still couldn't make sense of his behavior. Of course, she thought with a wry smile, the only reason he did it was to prove his point. Nothing more. Her traitorous mind did not agree.

"Is it any better?" Briar asked as he sat down next to her spot before the chimney. "I suppose they are still doing senseless kissing." Tris scowled at him. He ignored it and continued on. "It makes no sense though that you read that book instead of all the others that Niko could give you if you asked."

She sighed, and closed her book, keeping her page with a finger. "I saw this in the library and decided to pick it up." She saw his skeptical expression. "Do you have a problem with that, Thief-boy?"

"No I don't Coppercurls. I was just wondering was all."

"Is all." Tris corrected. "Really, Rosethorn spent all that time teaching you grammar… You might as well use it from time to time."

A slight shade of pink crossed Briar's face as he smiled guiltily. Tris blinked. Since when did Briar blush? She wondered distantly. She didn't notice how close they had gotten until his lips were upon hers.

The fire spreading through her was the same as last time, and she emitted a muffled squeak of surprise. It wasn't entirely unpleasant though, and she felt herself missing the sensation as he pulled away.

"I still bet that beats your book." Briar said, a grin plastered upon his face.

Tris opened her mouth to make a retort, but nothing came out. She closed it with a snap before huffily opening her book. She didn't read for long, because a pair of fingers pulled the volume from her grasp.

"Briar!" She cried in exasperation as the former thief looked at the pages of her book. Her face flushed as his grin turned into a smirk. An involuntary groan escaped her. Of course he had to pick up the tome right when the hero and heroine shared another passionate embrace under the light of the moon.

Briar opened his mouth to read aloud from the pages when he felt the wind tug the book from his grasp. The volume floated on a column of air just out of his reach. When he made a grab for it, it skirted out of the reach of his fingers, the wind bringing it back to Tris.

Come on Coppercurls! That wasn't fair! He told her through their mental bond, though his expression showed that he was rather amused by the entire affair.

Life's not fair, Briar. Came the calm retort as the weather witch returned to her novel.

Time passed, the sky getting darker. Tris conjured a ball of lightning to light up the pages of her book. She was so emerged in her story she did not notice Briar lift up his arm and her fall onto his shoulder. She did not notice him continue watching her as she slowly dozed off. She did not hear him mutter to her lightning globe, talking it into merging with the lightning in the thunderheads a few miles off.

She never felt him take her book out of her hands, nor did she have and conscious decision in wrapping her arms around him. She would not know of his brushing stray hairs out of her eyes and tenderly remove her glasses.

Tris would never know of the kiss planted on her forehead or the whispered "Sweet dreams Coppercurls" muttered in her ear before Briar placed his head on hers, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

---- Fin. ---

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