I don't know. I felt the need to update this. This is Trobias, not Fourtris. This isn't the kind that's like "No War" or "After Insurgent," it's just them being the bad-butt couple they are.
Tobias' POV
I wake up with a body lying horizontally on my stomach. That body happens to have blonde hair.
"May I ask why you're lying down like this, beautiful?"I ask her with a smirk.
"Tobias, stop calling yourself beautiful. I always knew you were a narcissist at heart." Tris says while trying to hide a smile.I pull her up to my body, so her stomach is facing my stomach. She starts to play with my chest, not getting over the fact that "I'm hairy."
"I can't help myself, I'm just so beautiful to keep my comments to myself. I need others to know." I say while making a gesture to my face. She laughs, which makes me smile.
"Should we get up?" She asks, even though she knows the answer. I look at her grey eyes, just thinking about how lucky I got with this beautiful girl -no, woman- in front of me.
"Do we work today?" I ask her. I don't pay attention to our work schedule, only she does.
"Pft. No." She blows a raspberry at me, which makes me flinch, and her reaction is to laugh at me.
"Then that's our answer. There's no need to get up, unless you want to leave." I say with both my eyebrows lifted.
"Okay, I'll leave. Bye." She says while trying to get off of me. But she's too slow because I roll us over, squishing her between the mattress and I.
"I don't think you're going anywhere, Missy May." She tries to look disappointed, but I know her too well to know that she just wants to kiss me.
"Missy May, really? That's the best you can come up with?" She says while looking at my lips and nose.
"Oh, what the heck." She says, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing my lips to hers. Both of us relax, and I keep myself up with my elbows to not crush her, but my hands hold her side. She flips us over, so I won't get tired of holding myself. She starts to outline my chest and stomach, which sends shivers down my body to wherever her hands are. I bring my hands under her shirt, so they touch the small of her back. Her skin makes me so nervous just by looking at it.
I break the kiss to pay more attention to her collarbone and neck. I trail down her neck, giving her light kisses, and then I can't help myself. I need to know how her skin tastes like. The next kiss I give her, which is the middle of her neck, I let my tongue past my lips by a millimeter to know how she tastes like, which is by the way indescribable. When I get to her collarbone, she lost her train of thought and has just focused on what I'm doing. I don't kiss her ravens yet, I just look at them for now. She looks into my eyes and the intensity in them make me want to just hold her for the rest of eternity.
"I'm in love with you. I am so in love with you, Beatrice Prior. I love you. Period." That's all I can say when I look at her in the eyes. She starts to cry, not sob, but just baby tears coming out of her gorgeous eyes. Those tears make me realize that she's in love with me. Not anybody else, just me. Those tears remind me that I am hers and she is mine. It's always going to be like that. There's nothing to worry about.
"Tobias Eaton, there's nobody else for me on this planet. You're the only person I want to call hubbie. You narcissist. You prodigy. You genius. You. You are perfect. No, we're perfect." She says while the tears filled with love are still falling off of her face. I now realize that tears are streaming down my face, as well. Grey is officially my favorite color from now on.
"We should get married soon. Did you just call me hubbie?" As soon as I just finished my sentence, I started to laugh. I stopped laughing because she started to kiss my Adam's apple an dthe hollow of my throat repeatedly.
"Of course I did. Who do you think I am?" She says when she stopped kissing my throat.
"My Trissy, that's who I think." I say with a side smile.
I don't know why, but I have the urge to sing, so I do. I start to comb her hair with my fingers.
"And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for."
I stop singing because I realized that Tris fell asleep facing me. I smile at her sleeping form.
"I love you, beautiful." I say, and soon I've fallen asleep with a beauty laying on me.