Tori and Tris

by secretkeeper0024

Tori is a resistance fighter, part of a secret alliance within Dauntless against their tyrannical Leadership Group. Tris is a struggling initiate with a powerful secret. With Eric stacking the deck against Tris, Tori provides with secret training sessions. Can Tori and the Alliance keep Tris alive long enough to pass the final test or will she lose the love of her life. Complete.

13. Chapter 13 - Making Lemonade

Tori and Tris - Chapter Thirteen - Making Lemonade

I habitually took my morning coffee to the recliner so I could watch out the window as though it was a monitor, gleaning news of the weather and entertainment. After a moment, Tris carefully perched herself on the arm of my chair, like she had once before, she slyly handed me a rather screwed up half packet of ciggies. Her fingers glanced my hand unnecessarily and my heart skipped another beat, at this rate my hopes for a long life were being fast diminished. Cigarettes. Unnecessary skin contact. I am on to you, Tris Prior, I think casting her some side eye "Feeling better?" I ask, officiously. She smiled, unaffected, and continued looking out of the window.

I was not oblivious to the fact that while I was watching life beyond the window; the moving trees, the birds, the green against the blue, Tris was watching me. I had long stopped mentally reciting the long list of reasons I had developed for never making a move on Tris. It occurred to me that I had never prepared a list of reasons to discourage possible advances from her! Interesting turn of events, I considered. My mind was thoroughly unsettled, torn between logically justifying the reasons one by one and launching frantically from desire to fear and back again. Before I could sort myself out, Tris kissed the side of my head and went to take a shower. I was taken by surprise but knowing Tris, I am convinced that that was part of a shock and awe strategy to secure my affection. If only she knew!

I thought it best to keep busy and these gorgeous new weapons ignited in me a renewed passion for training, I cleared some space on the training mats and began slowly and methodically stretching out. Before long, Tris tied her hair back and took up her position opposite, she imitated my movements as best she could. Tris didn't need me to warn her not to overextend herself - she had no desire to return to a state of dependence. When I could no longer resist, we tried on the velcro vests, pulling out and carefully examining all the knives, one by one, learning where within the vest certain knives were located. There were also throwing axes which added considerable weight to the vest.

We ate a rather hodge podge dinner of leftovers. Tris was fighting fatigue but chatted away determinedly. I enjoyed watching her facial expressions and listening to her conversation, perhaps Tris was also experiencing cabin fever, many of her tales recounted childhood memories of being out in nature with her parents, with Caleb or any one of a number of her childhood friends. Long walks in the countryside, climbing trees, swimming in the lake and her various interactions with birds and animals. She couldn't keep it up long however and exhaustion finally won out.

I cleared the dining table while Tris climbed into bed. After a rather pregnant pause, I heard her calling my name, "Tori, Tori?" Concerned, I moved to her side wondering if she was in pain, I had ceased adding sleeping agents and painkillers to her tea, hoping she would be able to sleep unaided. "Tea?" I asked, tucking her hair behind her ear, she shook her head, took my hand and shyly asked, "Why don't you sleep in the bed?" Cheeky little punk, I think, repressing twin desires to smile and shake my head. "Oh, because this is my side," I said airily and turned on my heel, marking the end of that particular conversation.

The real reason, of course,had been because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, sharing a bed with a lesbian, but now the reason is because Tris clearly has a crush on me and I am not encouraging her. The long list of reasons for which we can never be together now suddenly appeared as text, scrolling vertically through my mind, like movie credits. I could bear it no longer and determined to go to sleep, I noticed that Tris, who was sleeping, had scooted onto the other side of the bed! Unbelievable.