"PR"

I haven't talked to Tobias in a week.

I've texted him, but only received simple one word answers in return, and he won't answer any of my phone calls. Zeke tells me that it's just Tobias, and I'm going to have to get used to it if we're going to be together. I don't really understand what that means, but if it's space he needs, then I'll try to give it to him. I wish he would just tell me that.

It's Friday night, and I sit patiently by my computer, waiting for him to call. Christina hovers on her bed, not talking, which I'm thankful for. Our usual time comes and goes, and as each minute passes, I feel that heat begin to form in my eyes.

I reach my hand out a few times, debating whether or not to initiate the call when I hear a "Don't," from behind me. I turn and see Christina staring, a sad look on her face.

"Don't pity me," I say. "I really don't need it right now."
"I'm not. I'm telling you to not make the first move."
"Why?"
"Let him be a big baby on his own. He'll come to his senses."
"I know. It's just…hard."

I sit for another ten minutes before shutting down my computer. Even if he did call me now, I don't think I would want to talk to him.

I tag along with Christina as she heads over to Will's. I usually don't intrude on their time, but she insisted. We order pizza and Christina fills him in on what's happening while we pick a movie on Netflix. Will pats me on the shoulder and pulls me closer as we huddle around his computer. I'm glad I have them right now.

We watch a cute movie about an amazing chef who ends up walking out on his job thanks to a bad review, an argument with a food critic, and a jerk boss who wouldn't stand up for him. Nobody wanted to hire him after the public blow-out with the critic. Instead of wallowing around, he took the initiative and got himself a food truck. With his fresh ideas and help from his kid, he becomes an amazing success all on his own.

By the time the movie is done, I have a giant smile on my face all the motivation I need to fix whatever's happening between Tobias and me.

"Will," I say. "Would it be rude of me to ask to borrow your car?"
"Now?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.
"No. Tomorrow. For just a couple hours."
"Four?" he asks, and I nod my head.

"Tris," Christina says warningly, but I just wave my hand at her.
"Don't worry about me. Please, Will." I make a pouty face, and bat my eyelashes. He laughs and I give him a playful shove.
"Hey now. You're asking me for a huge favor! Better watch those hands," he says with a grin.
"You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." He and Christina share a look before he turns to me.

"Tris. You can absolutely borrow my car. On one condition. Well, two. First is you gotta fill up the tank."
"Duh," I say. "What's the second?" He grins from ear to ear before answering.
"No sex in the car."
"Will!" I yell out while Christina laughs.

I pull into the parking lot and stare at the plain gray building. From the outside it doesn't look like much, but there are quite a few cars in the parking lot —including Tobias'— so this has to be the place. I smooth my dress down and pull my sweater on as I walk up.

Inside is just as ambiguous. I know Tobias has told me that it's something to do with public relations, but that's all I really know. I peek around the corner and catch the attention of a woman who is on the phone. She holds up her finger, and I nod. I stare at a few press articles that are framed on the wall while I wait, all of them praising the company— Wu Marketing & PR.

"How can I help you?" the woman says from behind me. She walks up to the reception desk and moves the mouse for the computer. I panic for a second, wondering if she knows Tobias' real name, and internally roll my eyes at myself.

"I'm, umm, here to see Tobias. Eaton."
"Huh. He didn't tell me that he was expecting anyone today. Who are you with?" she says as she bends over and begins typing on the computer in front of her.
"Oh. I'm not…It's a surprise," I finally stammer out.
"Oh," she says as she stands up straight. She looks me up and down; I swear there's a hint of recognition in her eyes as she gives me a small smile. "Well then, follow me."

I walk through the small sea of cubicles, nodding to various people who tip their heads in my direction or offer me a smile. I look forward and notice the tip of a tattoo peeking out from the neck of the woman's shirt, and I briefly wonder what it is.

As we walk further into the building, we begin to pass actual offices with glass walls. Some have their blinds open to reveal what's inside, while others are shut tight. I hear some thumping noises and loud words the closer we get, and it catches me off guard for just a second before I realize it's music.

"You'll have to excuse him. He's been in a bit of a…mood lately, and that means loud music," she says with a polite smile. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Tori."
"Tris," I say, shaking her hand. "And you weren't rude at all." I stare at the closed blinds and wonder what it is that Tobias is doing inside that requires such loud music and so much privacy. I also wonder if I'm the reason he's in this 'mood'.

She knocks on the door, and we stand there for a minute with no response. She knocks again —harder this time— and the door flies open, the music even louder.

"You have a visitor," Tori shouts over the music, and I see Tobias poke his head out the door. I smile weakly as he stares at me. He doesn't say anything before he pulls his head back into his office. Tori shrugs at me before tugging on my arm and pushing me through the door. She gives me a quick wink as she pulls it shut.

I'm glued to the spot as Tobias resumes whatever he was doing behind his desk, fixated on his computer screen. I look around the office and everything seems so plain and generic and impersonal, until my eyes land on a framed picture of the two of us; it's one from the cruise. My heart skips a beat, and I feel a huge pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Even though I did nothing wrong, he's this way because of me.

My eyes land back on him, but he is mindlessly typing away. I don't miss the sadness that's filled his eyes though, and feel that prick in my own as I realize just how glossy his have become. I look everywhere but him trying to keep my composure. When the song changes, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, focusing on the music to help me clear my head for a second, and to hopefully not cry.

Baby, I wanna fuck you,
I wanna feel you in my bones
Boy, I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna tear into your soul
Well, that's not going to work.

I blink my eyes a few times, looking around again before finally finding Tobias; he is staring right at me. He reaches out and pushes a button on a little black remote, and the music stops. My ears ring from the lack of sound.

"What do you want, Tris?" he asks quietly.
"You," I say, my voice cracking just a bit. My eyes shift around between Tobias and the room a few times, but his never leave me. "Nothing happened. You have no right to be upset."
"I know." I scrunch my eyebrows and stare at him as he looks down.
"If you know, then what is going on between us?" I ask, fighting the quiver I can hear in my voice.

"I overreacted. Figured you needed some time or some space to sort things out, so…"
"So?"
"So I let you have it." I shake my head. All this time wasted because we each thought the other wanted some space.

"Why would you think that I would need time or space?" He shrugs. "Tobias, we've been pretty good about being open and honest up until now. There's nothing wrong with you feeling jealous because you saw me in my room with another guy. I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same way. But it is wrong to put this space between us and not talk about it. He was my tutor. I cannot help it if the library is closed when it's time for our study session."

"Was?" he says, finally looking back up at me.
"What?"
"You said was, not is."
"Oh. Yeah. There's something I need to tell you."

My heart hammers in my chest as I sit down in the chair in front of his desk. I stare at the things on it, trying to figure out how to take the sting out of the words I'm about to say. I don't think there's an easy way, so I just blurt it all out.

"Right before you called, he kissed me. Tobias, I swear I did not kiss him back. He even knew about you, but he did it anyways. I told him to get out and that he could no longer be my tutor, but Tobias, I promise that I did nothing to lead him on or make him think that it was okay to do something like that and I—"
"Tris," he interrupts, and I take a deep breath. His eyes are dark, and I swear the longer he looks at me, the darker they get.
"What?" I manage to get out, my breathing still heavy from my explanation. The way he's looking at me isn't helping things, either.

"Do not apologize. I'm the one who needs to be sorry. I am sorry. That doesn't make it okay, and it doesn't excuse my behavior, but I'd like a chance to explain."
"Okay." I sit completely still and wait for him to find the words to start.

"My very first girlfriend —you know, way back in high school— well, I thought I was in love with her. Like, the head over heels type; flowers and stuffed animals and little presents and notes and carrying her books every day in love. She was…an escape," he adds quietly, and I feel a pain in my chest. I know he's talking about Marcus.

"Long story short, she broke my heart by sleeping around, and pretty much everyone knew but me. When Zeke found out he told me… Anyways, that sort of thing sticks with you. It's always there, in the back of my mind, that doubt. That worry that nothing is turning into something more. It's managed to sabotage more than one relationship of mine in the end."

I sort of want to find this girl and punch her right in the face.

We've shared many stories, but we haven't talked much about his past relationships, just that he's had them. Zeke knew about this, which makes a little more sense I guess with what he had told me. And something in the back of my mind makes me wonder if maybe Tori knew something too, the way she shoved me in here and winked at me.

"I want to be open and honest with you, and I want you to be open and honest too. So thank you for explaining. It doesn't excuse it, no, but I do understand. But Tobias," I add, "I'm not her." He nods slowly, chewing on his lip for a moment before pushing his chair back and standing.

He makes his way over to me and holds a hand out. I take it and stand, smiling at that little spark of electricity. He pulls me towards him and I lean in, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. His heart is beating hard, and it makes me kind of happy that he was nervous; it means he cares. I feel him sigh against me, and I do the same.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into my hair. I nod against his chest.
"I missed you so much," I say, looking up at him now. "I have to admit, I really didn't think it was going to be this hard."
"What? Fighting?"
"No," I say, giving him a smile.

"That wasn't really a fight though, was it?" I ask. "It was more like…you being a big pouty baby who refused to talk."
"Hey!" I laugh and so does he. "Well, if that's all the fighting we do, then I'm okay with it."
"Me too."

"Are we okay?" he asks after a minute.
"Yeah."

I realize that we still have a lot to learn about each other, we just need to remember to talk about it along the way.

"So, what's so hard?" he asks, and I smile.
"Not being able to do this whenever I want." I stand on my toes and kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me tighter, and I melt right into him. There really is nothing quite like this; the way that Tobias can convey so much with just his touch. Whether it be from his hands or his lips, everything is done with purpose and care, and it brings out so many feelings from deep down inside of me.

My hands roam now, pushing his shirt up as I memorize each muscle on his back. I sigh at the feel of his skin on mine, and wrap my arms around him. He pulls away from our kiss, eyes dark, a wicked smile on his face. I feel myself blush as he reaches over, and turns the music back on.

It blares as he gently tugs on my hair, exposing my neck. He licks and sucks and kisses, moving to my shoulder and pushing off my cardigan. I let it fall to the floor as I look at the door, double checking it's shut tight before I reach out to unbutton Tobias' pants. Sometimes I feel like I can't help myself when I'm around him.

He stops and looks me right in the eye. I swear, he can see right into my deepest thoughts, not that they're any different than his. I fumble for a second, and he leans forward, kissing me hungrily as I push them down. I smile against him when they get caught; I love knowing that I turn him on. I pull away to trail kisses down his chest as I drop to my knees.

He throws his head back as I lick a long strip up his length, taking in the fantastic sight before I wrap my mouth around him. I tease him with the tip of my tongue the way he likes, and pout when I feel him pulling me up.
"I appreciate it," he shouts, "But that's not what I want."

He trails his fingertips up my thighs, and I shudder at the wave of goosebumps he leaves. He lifts my dress as he goes, hooking his fingers in and slowly pulling my underwear down. A devilish look flashes in his eyes as I watch him get down on his knees. My heart beats in anticipation, and I brace myself against the chair as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I let out a gasp, closing my eyes and leaning my head back now.

I was more worked up than I thought; each pass of his tongue feels better than the last. It only takes a minute before I tangle one hand in his hair, the other gripping the chair until my knuckles turn white. I breathe heavily, shaking with pleasure as he lowers my leg. He kisses each of my hip bones, looking up at me with that glint still in his eyes, and I can't help but bite my lip. He wipes his mouth as he stands, and kisses my shoulders again as he turns me around. When he rakes his fingers down my back, my whole body shivers in response.

As I bend over the back of the chair, he lifts my dress, running a finger in between my legs. I close my eyes, still reeling from my orgasm, when he slides a finger in me. I feel the whimper that escapes my mouth at the welcome intrusion. He kisses my shoulders and my neck as he searches for that spot that gives me so much pleasure. I grip the chair hard when he finds it, warmth spreading out inside of me.

I start to protest when he takes it away, but then I feel him press against me and push back against him, eager to feel him inside of me, chasing after that high again. As he slides into me I'm thankful for the loud music, because I have a feeling I'm going to be anything but quiet.

A/N:

SONG: Meg Myers - Desire
2 months

Also, are we getting spoiled or what with all these photos and clips? Man, my feels are in straight up overdrive. Insurgent cannot get here fast enough.

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