A/N: Hello my dear initiates!
Thank you all for being so supportive and involved. I love your comments and ideas and it truly makes my day when I see how enthusiastic you are about each new chapter.
A special thanks, as always, to Its'HardIKnow. This wouldn't be half as good if it weren't for you. Also, based on the edits for this chapter I seem to be getting better at this whole writing thingy.
One last thing before the chapter: I might take a break for a while, not long, just to gather my thoughts. They are super scattered. I can't tell you when exactly, but it'll be soon. Probably. Thank you for understanding.
Chapter 35
Tobias
After the argument Tris and I had, she decided to stay at home, and return to the dorm room early the next morning. I was glad about that, and even set the alarm for six a.m., so that she had enough time to get back unnoticed. I knew that no one would say anything to her, especially since she didn't sneak out of the compound or something, but I also didn't want it to look like she was getting a preferential treatment.
We talked a lot about the situation with the initiates, as well as Eric. I had to give it to her. She was right. I should be used to it by now. She always had a clearer view when it came to problems that I always hope to have. No matter how emotional things are, she manages to focus, and find solutions. As for the transfers, we decided to not hide our relationship anymore. I wasn't even for the whole hiding thing in the first place, but I could understand where she was coming from. When I later found out that the transfers had started calling her Stiff, I wanted to beat those little shits up. Thankfully, Amar stepped in and stopped me. He argued that it wouldn't do Tris any good if I fought her battles. I know my wife could beat the living daylights out of any one of them, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to defend her. Tris is anything but a Stiff. Anyone who's ever met her knows that.
She surprised me with a new tee shirt. I didn't even know what to make of it, until she took the one she was wearing off, replacing it with her new one. She then turned around, and a huge grin split my face. On the back, across her shoulders were two simple words written in white. Simple, yet holding so much power and truth: His Queen. Yes, Tris is my queen, always was and always will be. I inspected mine more carefully, and sure enough found a similar inscription on it: Her King. I smiled widely at her, and she sat down on my lap. We decided to wear the tee shirts tomorrow during lunch. I would take both of them with me to my office, and Tris would stop by to put hers on there.
As much as I wanted to make love to my wife, I could see how exhausted she was from the training. Nevertheless, I was happy to have her back in our bed, cuddling her, and breathing her in as I fell asleep. Too soon the dreaded alarm went off, and she had to get up. She wiggled her way out of my arms, and hurried in the bathroom, taking a quick shower, and putting some clothes on. I didn't even get the chance to see her naked. Apparently, that caused a pout to appear on my face, and Tris laughed wholeheartedly because of it.
I walked her to the front door, kissing her lovingly, but keeping it chaste. We both know that if we would deepen it, she wouldn't just be late; she would be too exhausted to do anything today. I let her leave, and went to check on my daughter. Rose was still asleep, and I stood for a moment at her crib just watching her sleeping form. It still fills me with awe to see her. This perfect little girl was made because of the love Tris and I have for each other. She might have been unplanned, but, from the moment we knew of her existence, she has becomethe most important part of our family. I love Tris more than I ever thought I could love someone, and I know my feelings are reciprocated one hundred percent. But Rose is the reason Tris and I had to rethink our whole lives. Everything we do, everything we work for is for our child, and any other children we might bring into this world.
I leave her alone, not wanting to disturb what seems to be a peaceful sleep and a happy dream, and go into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I have an early meeting with Max and George, and then I'll be buried in paperwork for the rest of the morning. I'll have to hurry getting Rose ready for daycare, and then rush back to the Pire where my office is.
It is almost noon, and I wonder where Tris is. She said she'd come to my office to pick me up and go to lunch together, but she isn't here yet. I decide to finish my work, and then go find her. Just then, a knock on my door announces a visitor. I ask the person to come in, and am happy to see my wife step inside.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late."
"It's okay. I just finished work anyway," I tell her and get up. I walk toward her, and wrap my arms around Tris, pulling her flush against me. She giggles, and snakes her arms around my neck.
"I've missed you," she whines, and the grin I had before widens.
"I've missed you too."
I lean in to capture her lips and, the moment I fit my mouth to hers, a hunger takes over me. I am not hungry for food though. I am hungry for her. I growl into her mouth, and feel myself harden as she presses herself closer to me. I walk her backwards towards the door, never breaking the kiss, and when the heels of her boots hit the wooden door, I reach out to lock it.
My hands travel down her back until they find her firm buttocks, and I cup each cheek with a hand. I squeeze the inviting flesh before maneuvering her up against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist, while her arms encircle my shoulders. I break the kiss to let my lips taste the skin of her neck, breathing her in. She smells so good. I know she is freshly showered but I can also smell her arousal. It is invading my senses, and all I can think of is taking my woman hard against my office door. Somehow, I have some sense of reality left, and realize that anyone walking past my office would hear us. I make sure she is wrapped around me tightly, before I walk away from the door, and towards my desk. I push things out of my way, as I lay her down, watching her smiling up at me and biting her lower lip.
"Are we really gonna do this here?" she asks, a deep blush settling over her cheeks.
"The door is locked. But if you rather prefer to go home," I start saying. I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it. I'm too worked up.
"No. But we gotta be quick, baby," she tells me. I nod my head, knowing that quick is exactly what she'll get. We haven't had sex in too long, and having her so close to me just does things to me that make me go crazy.
Within minutes we are both completely naked, and I am sheathed deep inside my wife. I remain still, allowing her to adjust to my girth, but also giving us a moment to just appreciate the intimate bond we share. I stare into her eyes, smiling softly as I caress her cheek.
"I love you," she whispers.
"I love you, too," I reply just as I bend down to kiss her sweet, luscious lips.
I pull backwards, almost completely out of her, before I drive my cock back in, hitting her sweet spot, making her moan deeply. I smile into our kiss, and repeat my action several times until it is too much for both of us. I quicken my pace, and stand up straighter. I hold onto her hips as I slam my cock hard and fast into her inviting pussy, reaching out to play with her clit. We might not have much time to thoroughly enjoy ourselves, but I'll be damned if I don't get my woman to come at least one time before we climax together.
Tris reaches for her breasts, kneading them as she closes her eyes, and licks her lips. I know it is involuntary, but it's so damn sexy I have to slow down for a moment to not spill inside her too soon. Feeling my change of pace, she opens her eyes, and gives me a curious look, before she smiles wickedly. I feel her clench down on my shaft, telling me to resume fucking her. I grin at her own hunger and enthusiasm, and pick up the pace.
I pull out and rub my hardness against her clit, teasing her mercilessly, before plunging back into her depths. She moans loudly and a part of me wants to tell her to keep it down, but the more primal part, the caveman inside of me wants to tell her to moan louder, shout my name, to let the whole compound know that I'm the only one allowed to see and touch her this way.
"Fuck," she hisses when an orgasm crashes over her, making her clench down on me painfully.
She is still riding her orgasm, when I pick her up. I have my arms hooked underneath her knees, her arms holding her securely pressed against me, as I start to slam into her at a frantic speed, chasing my own orgasm. Tris leans in, and we kiss passionately and with abandon. It only takes a few strokes for her to come again, and this time, she takes me with her into that sweet little world of bliss.
Feeling my knees buckle under our combined weight and the force of my orgasm, I walk around my desk, to sit in my chair. I am still sheathed inside her, and she is still wrapped around me. We take a moment to catch our breaths, before I capture her lips again. The kiss is sweet and loving, but less passionate than the ones we shared ten minutes ago.
"That was wow," she giggles, as her head rests on my shoulder.
"Yeah. But we need a shower now. We should go home. There's still some leftover food in the fridge," I tell her. I feel her nod her head, but she doesn't move.
"I really love you very much," she whispers. I smile hearing her say that.
"I really love you very much, too," I reciprocate. "Come on. We don't have much time," I inform her as I check my watch.
Reluctantly, I help her up, and watch her for a moment as she walks around my desk to gather her clothes. I soon follow suit, and get dressed. Once we look presentable, I unlock the door, and hand in hand, we walk up to our apartment.
We decided to go to the training room together, wearing our new tee shirts. We wanted to make a statement in the cafeteria, but perhaps being in the training room together where we knew all the transfers would see us was a better idea.
I proudly hold her hand in mine as I hold the door open, and let her enter first. I had already texted Lauren and Amar and asked them to have a joined training session with all initiates. The Dauntless-born already know that Tris and I are married, but the transfers will find out now.
As we enter, we see lots of people gathered in the center of the room, and someone telling them something. We approach the group, and Amar comes towards us.
"Four, whatever happens, don't kill my initiate," he says, but the grin on his face tells me he wouldn't care much about the initiate. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, and my friend chuckles. "Apparently, Peter spied on Tris, and saw her enter your office. By the way, office sex – nice." I roll my eyes at him, and feel Tris bury her face in my shoulder, whispering an "oh, God". "Lauren and I asked the Dauntless-born to still keep it to themselves that you guys are married, because I knew you would want to kick Peter's ass. So far, no one's said a word." I nod my head, and with Tris's hand still in mine, we walk toward the group of transfers.
"I see you're not even hiding anymore," Peter snarls as he spots us.
"I don't have to hide," I respond, my voice firm and cold.
"I thought you were married," Christina cuts in, eyeing Tris and I. She gives Tris a dirty glare, but my wife seems to be unfazed by that. "Or is it okay for only some to hit on our leader?" she asks Amar.
"First of all, Tris didn't hit on me. Unlike you, she doesn't need to seek my attention. She has it, and it's undivided. Second of all, I never gave you any reason to even think I was interested in you."
"Oh, come on, Four. Don't tell us you are interested in a little Stiff girl as your woman on the side," Peter spews.
"I wouldn't be so full of myself, Peter," I hear Eric. He approaches the group, and stands a few feet away from Tris on her right. I glance at him, and suppress the glare I want to give him. No matter what is going on between him and me, it needs to stay between the two of us. The initiates, especially the transfers, don't need to know about this. "Don't forget, Four is a leader today, and he will also be a leader when you become members. That is, if you pass initiation of course."
"Wait. There's a chance we won't become members?" a tall blonde boy, with green eyes asks.
"There's always that chance, Will," Amar answers.
"How come?" he insists.
"Well, as I have explained to you, initiation has three stages. But just because you pass the physical part, it doesn't mean you will pass the mental one. Also, we take it very seriously when someone goes around making up stories about our members," Amar adds, glaring at Peter.
"I didn't make anything up," Peter defends.
"Really? Because for the past ten minutes you kept gossiping not only about one of your fellow initiates, but also about a leader."
"That's because that little skank fucks him," he growls, pointing at us, "ranking higher than the rest because of it."
"Peter, you are such a fuckhead," Tris spits, and I hear a few people chuckle.
"Oh, shut it, Stiff. I saw you enter his office. You and Four had sex in there. I heard you," Peter shouts. I want to smash his face, but Tris steps forward.
"So, you are a Peeping Tom, I see. Did no one ever tell you it isn't polite to spy on people?" she goads, walking closer to him. I know she can defend herself, but I don't want her anywhere near that creep. "Why do you think there is a panel of three Dauntless members here?" she asks, but I realize she asks every transfer. However, she doesn't wait for anyone to answer. "They are here because of me; to monitor me; to see that my ranking is legit, and not because of my connection to Four," she explains calmly, as she starts pacing in front of them.
"Christina," she calls, and I watch the girl stand straighter. "When initiation started, you were all told that Four is married. Is that correct?" she inquires, but when Christina doesn't answer, Tris yells, "Answer the fucking question!"
"Yeah," comes Christina's reply. She seems intimidated, as she should be. They all underestimate Tris because of her size. If only they knew what a lethal warrior she truly is.
"Right. So, knowing that your leader is married, you still flirted with him. May I ask why? What did you hope to gain from that? Perhaps a higher ranking?" Tris asks, her voice calm, yet cold as ice. Every pair of eyes is trained on her. No one is making a sound, either initiate nor member. I have to admit, even I feel the strength she exudes.
"I didn't plan anything," Christina defends loudly, but when Tris glares at her, she looks away.
"I see. You flirted with Four because you thought it would be fun to mess with a couple's relationship, then," Tris concludes.
"No," comes Christina's weak response, "I really thought that people just said that to us so that we focus on training and not boys," she explains. I almost burst out laughing.
"Several things in your statement are lies. Probably why you didn't fit in Candor, I guess. First, no one just makes up things: Four IS married - happily. Second, yes, you should focus on training more than you should focus on ANYTHING else, because your ranking will determine your job here. Third, Four has been called many things, but boy isn't one of them," she states, and my heart swells, "here's another piece of information. Four isn't the reason for my high ranking. I am just that skilled. Did any of you bother to find out how that was possible? No. You'd rather start rumors."
"As if a Stiff," a large girl, Molly, I think, starts saying, but Tris moves so quickly, grabs her, and throws her over her shoulder, that it almost seems as if she teleported. Molly lands on her back hard and Tris kicks her hard in the ribs, leaving her crying on the floor.
"I might have been a Stiff, but I am not one anymore. My ranking isn't determined by Four or whatever relationship I have with him, but by my skills as a fighter. Did it ever occur to you," she addresses the transfers, "that Dauntless leadership ordered me to train with the Dauntless-born because my skills supersede yours? Of course not, you self-centered idiots. Just for your information, I am better than even them. The panel is here to determine that EVERYONE is ranked legitimately. No exceptions!" she yells. I see some of the transfers flinch at her loud shriek.
"Peter, since you seem to know so much, tell me, what do you think I am to Four? Girlfriend? Mistress? Woman on the side?"
"Oh, please. Stop with the dramatics, Stiff." I ball my fists. I so want to kick this little shit's ass.
"Anyone else want to give it a try?" Tris asks, looking around. No one moves a muscle. "Alright. Four and I are M-A-R-R-I-E-D," she spells out. I watch the transfers carefully, and see how their expressions change as the gravity of her words start to resonate in their minds.
"Married?" a tall hulky boy asks. His eyes are wide, and he stares from her to me, and then back. He looks incredulous.
"How is that possible?" Edward, an Erudite transfer asks.
"We said 'I do' and signed a marriage license. How else?" Tris challenges, sarcastically.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Christina asks her, accusingly.
"Why would I? What relevance does my marital status have? The pointis, Christina, thatyou hit on a married man. Your actions wouldn't have been any less disturbing if it was someone else that was Four's wife. And, just to be perfectly clear, we've been married for two and a half years and have a daughter. I hope this is enough gossip material for you," she states angrily. Turning around, she comes toward me. I open my arms to embrace her, and once she is securely in my arms, I kiss her crown.
"Daughter?" Christina asks, her voice is shaking, and her eyes are wide. "I didn't know," she almost whispers.
"I hope you guys focus on training now," I snarl with a glare.
The initiates stand still for a moment, before Amar and Lauren finally instruct them to go to the punching bags. I watch as Eric and the other two Dauntless on the panel discuss something with Lauren and Amar, and they seem to look our way. What now?
"You okay, babe?" I ask her, holding her tighter against me.
"Yeah. You were right, honey. We should have just told them right away. Who the fuck cares what they think about my ranking? I am proud to be your wife. And if they have a problem, they should go fuck themselves," she states, before looking up. I smile at her, and lean in to kiss her, but before our mouths touch, someone clears their throat.
"Don't wanna mess with your little wannabe make-out session," Amar announces with a chuckle, "but we have a proposal." I glare at him, but then nod my head for him to continue.
A/N: BAM! Tris is da boss!
The transfers know the truth. What will happen next? Will the nasty rumors about Tris stop? Will this be even more reason for Peter to bully his fellow initiate?
What about Four and Eric? Will they get along from now on?
And will Andrew visit on Visiting Day?
This and more in the coming chapters.
Love you all.
CloakSeeker