Sorry for any delays, internet was having problems. Thank you for all of the feedback! By the way, LONGEST CHAPTER YET- BY FAR!

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Finally at Uriah's place, we sit down in a circle to play Truth or Dare.

"Do we remember who left off?" Asks Will. "Or are we just starting over?"

"I think we should just start over." Replies Uriah. The rest of us agree.

Shockingly, Tobias says, "I want to start."

"Really, Bro? I don't think you have ever wanted to start!" Zeke says, laughing.

"Whatever. Anyway, Uriah, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I Dare you to tell us the truth. What's wrong? You have been acting so un-Uri lately…"

"Well…" He glances at Marlene, who gives him a quick nod. "Marlene and I need to tell you guys something." He grabs her hand.

"I'm pregnant!" No one says anything, we all just stare. I guess it is up to me to break the silence.

"Congratulations, guys! I'm so happy for you!"

"Yeah! Congrats!" Yells Christina. "We are going to have to throw a party!" I sigh. A party with Christina is a lot of work.

"It's fine, Christina. Really. We don't need a party."

"Of course you do!" I laugh.

"Ok, Four. Truth or Dare?" Uriah is trying to change the subject.

"Dare."

"I dare you and Tris to switch clothes for today and tomorrow." He looks at me, grimacing.

"Tris, you better have some bigger clothes!"

"I do. Don't worry. And, because I love you, I stole some of your clothes to use for pajamas." He shoots me a glare. "Let me finish! Technically, those clothes are now mine, so you can wear them." Tobias kisses the top of my head.

"Thanks." We leave to go change our clothes.

"Underwear too!" Yells Uriah, through the door. We sigh.

"Sorry, Tobias. You are kind of stuck in a push-up bra."

"Seriously, Tris? You choose today, of all days, to wear a push up bra?"

"Oh, stop your whining! I am the one stuck without a bra while playing Truth or Dare!"

"True. But, see, that is good for me. If you have to lose your shirt…"

"Pervert! I might have to rethink this whole cuddling thing later tonight."

"I'm eighteen, Tris. Just because I don't always say things doesn't mean that I don't think them."

"Whatever. Just give me your damn shirt."

We finish changing before heading back out. I must say, Tobias looks ridiculous.

"Zeke. Truth or Dare?"

"I would prefer not to die today. Truth."

"How many times have you and Shauna had sex?"

"Really? Not even using a euphemism? And to answer your question, three. Three times." Shauna groans.

"Zeke! Why did you tell them?"

"I know you think I look hot without my shirt on, but I would prefer to save it for later." Zeke responds with a grin. "Tris?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to describe Four, Me, and Uriah in eight adjectives each."

"Okay, that's kind of a weird one. I'll describe Uri first. Umm… Daring, annoying, loud, fun, exciting, friendly, umm… tattooed, and strong. Zeke is… Shorter, daring, loud, fun, exciting, friendly, strong, and fast."

"Hey!" Yells Zeke. "You used the same words!"

"Well, the same words describe you. Four is… Kind," The stares from around the room cut me off. "Would you guys rather me describe who he is the others, or who he is to me?"

"Both! Eight for others, eight for you." Exclaims Zeke. "We don't want to hear how sappy he can get."

"Fine. He is… Secretive, mean, closed-off, un-emotional, strong, tough, muscular, daring. To me, he is… Kind, caring, compassionate, loving, brave, strong, exciting, and daring." People stare at me like I am an alien.

After going through a few more dares, we decide it is time to go home. After all, tomorrow we train initiates.

+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Sorry for skipping, but I wanted to get on with the story ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+

"When we reach the apartment, I head straight for the bedroom. After I change into my pajamas, I walk out to the living room, grabbing Tobias' hand to pull him back into the bedroom.

I am comfortably in his lap, turned sideways so I can see his face. I don't understand how even though we have been together for so long, I still feel the electricity when I'm close to him.

"Do you want to finish the question thing Tobias?"

"Sure. Do you want to go first?"

"No, you can. I still have to think of a question."

"Ok, let me see…" I guess he didn't know one either. "What was the last lie you told?"

"Christina was begging me to go shopping with her, and I said that I didn't mind."

"Wow…" Says Tobias with a laugh.

"Yep! Anyway, what do you think is the most offensive word?"

"Is that even a question, Tris? It's Pansycake, duh!" I slap his arm playfully, giggling.

"Tris, are you giggling?" He asks with a gasp. "You never giggle!"

"Oh, be quiet and ask your damn question."

"Feisty! Fine, why did you decide to grab my hand in the training room?"

"I honestly have no idea. I was feeling brave, so I just decided to do it. I felt stupid afterwards, though."

"It was one of the best moments of my life. I knew I really liked you, and I hoped that meant you liked me too." I kiss him, embracing the warm feeling of his lips against mine.

"I definitely did. My question… Do you want to go through my Fear Landscape tomorrow?"

"I would love too, as long as you're comfortable with it."

"Of course I am. I love you."

"I love you too, Tris. How long did you know you that you were going to transfer to Dauntless?"

"When my hand reached the bowl. Ever since the aptitude test, I knew it was between Abnegation and Dauntless, but I was going back and forth up until the last second."

"Me too, honestly. I wanted to escape my father by choosing Dauntless, but I belonged in Abnegation, too." My forehead finds his chest, calming his breathing.

"Easy question. What was your favorite subject in school?"

"Faction History." I give him a look.

"Really? Faction History? Some things I will never understand about you…"

"Here is a not-so-easy question for you. Why were you afraid of intimacy?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but I think it was from Abnegation. I was never really exposed, so I guess it just made me uncomfortable. Peter-" Tobias tenses at the name. "I think Peter caused the main part of my fear, though." He nods, silently. "And, as payback for that question, why do you struggle with kindness?"

"I'm not really sure, either. Maybe it was Marcus. I mean, Marcus always talked down to me, insisted to me that I was not worthy, that I was not worth being loved. And I guess I started to believe him. I still believe him sometimes. And, I guess that if I don't think of myself in that way, then it's hard to treat others that way. It's like using reverse psychology on yourself."

"First off, you better stop thinking that you are not worthy. You are the most worthy person I know. You are loved, by more people than just me. Zeke, for instance. Even though he can't do this-" I kiss him. "He still loves you. You are worthy of being loved, of being in Dauntless, of being everything."

Tobias shakes his head, almost disbelieving. I grab his chin, turning his face towards me, making sure he makes eye contact.

"You are. I swear. You trust me, right? I swear on my life. You are worthy."

"No one has ever told me that before, Tris. Honestly, you are the only one who sincerely says meaningful things to me. Other people have said things like "You are amazing" or "You are the best we have" or things like that, but no one says anything real. True."

"That's not how it should be. What happened to you was wrong, very wrong, but good things came from it, too. We should focus on the positive, not the negative. Like how you became stronger, both mentally and emotionally, and we met each other, and you realize that very few people can be trusted."

"Thank you, Tris. I never really thought about it that way. Marcus… Marcus did a lot of things to me, things that I will never understand why he did, but I see your point." I nod, sliding off his lap.

"Flip over onto your stomach, Tobias."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Tobias." He rolls over hesitantly.

"You have had a really hard day, actually, a really hard week. This is the least you deserve." Tobias just shakes his head, wondering. I push him back playfully on to the bed. He resigns, sighing.

I pull his shirt up and over his head. I trace his scars lightly, causing him to shiver. I start massaging his back, working out the accumulated knots. He has an extremely tight knot on his shoulder. As I rub it, he inhales sharply.

"Tris," He says quietly. "That hurts!"

"I'm sorry." I lessen the pressure, but continue rubbing it. Finally, the muscle releases. I move down to his lower back, rubbing deep, slow circles. Tobias moans. I laugh.

My hands move down to his calves, jokingly poking them.

"Hard as a rock! Hot, though, I must add." He laughs at me.

"Obviously I'm hot. Why else would you choose to be with me?"

"Hmm… Maybe because you're brave, selfless, courageous, caring, worthy, compassionate, loving," I smile. "And sometimes kind. Being hot is definitely a bonus, though. I'm not going to lie." I add, laughing.

"Tris, why are you doing this? You shouldn't go out of your way for me."

"Tobias, do you ever stop talking?" He sighs, giving up.

After a while, I plop down next to him.

"Thanks, Tris. That felt really good. I owe you one."

"No you don't. And you're welcome. I was thinking, should we keep our relationship from the initiates, or not?"

"I don't think we should. Anyway, I would never survive. What is your reason for wanting to?"

"I honestly have no idea. It was stupid, though."

We fall asleep, cuddled tightly into each other's arms.