Midnights.

Tobias smiled down at her lovingly as he stroked away a piece of hair that had fallen into her face, revelling in the gentle moan that escaped her lips.

They had been lying like this for hours, Tris half awake after the day they had endured in Candor, trying to get them to sign a treaty agreement that would keep them neutral or co-operative in the war brewing against Dauntless and Erudite, and him kissing her every chance he got.

But, about a couple hours after they'd started talking, Tris had finally dropped off, not that he blamed her.

Saying that it had been tiring would be an understatement. Especially when one considers that you cannot eventone down anything to a Candor lest they believe it a lie and blow a gasket over it.

Of course, it was Tris and Christina that had done the good majority of the bargaining. He and Uriah it seemed had only been present as security and moral support and, perhaps, appearances, but that was it.

He had been extremely proud of Tris, as he'd silently watched her charm the Candor leader into signing the treaty. Playing up on the brutal betrayal Erudite had dealt all the factions while at the same time stating that Dauntless didn't want a multi-faction war on their hands or a new government, they just wanted to get back at Erudite.

And eventually (i.e. close to three hours later) the Candor representatives had signed the treaty and the Dauntless had left, thoroughly sick of the colours black and white and longing for home.

Sighing contently, Tobias leaned back in the relatively low-to-the-ground carriage they were sitting in, becoming a little more pleased with himself when he realized that his stomach hadn't jumped this time when the seat tipped back.

This, the abandoned ferries wheel and surrounding park, had become one of his and Tris's favourite spots. It was large and out of the way and mostly hidden by trees so they didn't need to worry about persistent "well wishers" (he called them stalkers) or the like.

And besides, he had discovered that the more he sat up here with Tris, the more his fear of heights was beginning to diminish.

Tobias smirked, he'd like to see them try and call him Four when he only had three fears to deal with.

Absently, his gaze traveled over Tris's sleeping form. She had nodded off less than an hour ago while they had been chatting and nursing a couple of the beers they'd brought with them this time.

She looked so sweet like this it nearly shocked him.

The lines around her eyes and lips when she was glaring or frowning disappeared, the worry line between his eyes smoothed and, painted in the silver moonlight like they were now, he could nearly see the original little initiate she had been before the world started to take its toll.

Pulling her closer he planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth, smiling against her lips when he felt her hands twine in his hair.

He supposed this was why they needed midnights, not for sneaking around in the dark to go into the fear room or for beat up little pricks who picked on innocent girls because they were scared but for this, those quiet moments that made everything worth it again.

And damn was it worth it.

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