Warning: This drabble gets what some would call "steamy" though it is most definatly not a lemon. In my opinion it's not so bad but I've been told my opinion has become skewed from the books I read. Just remember that it has been stated that they are engaged, I can only hope that you all know was engaged couples do (unless it's against their beliefs or something).

Vapour.

Tris stuttered a gasped when her back hit the wall, seeing as she couldn't keep herself on her feet much longer it shouldn't have surprised her that much.

Her knees went weak when she felt Tobias press his lips to hers; though his strong hands on her shoulders and his black dress-pant clad knees on either side of her hips had kept her up.

Her eyes glazed over when he stripped her of her long, red leather jacket, leaving her in nothing but a low cut silk blouse that showed off her tattoos and a short black leather skirt.

A skirt that's short hem was currently being played with in a decidedly taunting manner, one that was driving her absolutely crazy.Luckily her husband seemed to have noticed, as she was without it a second latter.

The six black pearl buttons on the front of her blouse were destined to be next.

The stringy, black heels she'd been wearing had barely made passed the threshold of their apartment.

And her hair, god her hair, the pretty little bun it had been in had been unpinned and messed up before they'd been out of the car.

They, just she and Tobias remarkably, had been attending a political charity-dinner to help raise funds to rebuild all the places the war had destroyed, it had been the most dressy event Tris had been to sans their 'wedding'.

Not that she really considered the big, fancy politically (and socially) demanded ceremony and, well, she guessed you'd call ball when you took into account all the high-class crap that went on a 'wedding'.

It had been more of a circus really, both media and otherwise.

But it didn't really matter.

She and Tobias had already had a small ceremony with their closet friends and family prior in front of the old ferris wheel, which had been strewn with electrical fairy-light for the occasion.

Her brother had walked her down the candle-lit isle and Tori had stood as her maid-of-honour while Shauna, one of the first Dauntless girls Tris met when she first arrived, and another girl she had met during the war and kept close to took up the other two bride's maids places wearing deep purple, strapless knee-length dresses of Tori's design.

Uriah, his older brother Zeke, and another guy had stood for Tobias, all of them wearing leather vests and white dress-shirts with black cargo pants and a piece of bleeding heart in the pocket with their ties matching the girls' dresses.

Tris and the girls still laughed when they remember trying to wrestle the guys into the outfits.

Her dress had been a pretty little white A-line thing with a flat neckline and a deep purple sash that matched her eye-shadow and nails, she'd forgone the vile so Tori had improvised and instead braided a few miniature roses into her hair.

After the ceremony, which had consisted of Caleb reading out a couple lines from the Dauntless manifesto that concerned weddings and finishing with the classic lines of "you may now kiss the bride" after Tris and Tobias traded rings (which would soon be swapped for tattoos, courtesy of Tori) and before everyone had started laughing.

Shauna had then started up the music and Zeke had brought out the beer.

It had, all in all, been perfect.

Except for the fact that Christina, while she'd been invited, hadn't come.

That'd hurt Tris, especially when a month latter at her other wedding the girl had taken her place as one of Tris's bride's maids with a huge smile.

She understood though, if the tables had been turned and Christina had been the one to shoot Tobias dead Tris didn't think she'd turn up for Christina and Will's secret wedding either.

Tris gasped again as Tobias abruptly finished the last button on her blouse and pulled it away, leaving her in just her lacy black bra, underwear (which had been a bridal party gift from Shauna) and thin black nylons.

It wasn't just her that was lacking cover either; Tobias was down to just his dress-pants.

Had she forgotten to mention that?

Eh, whatever. God, Tobias looked she good like this, with the moon light casting his face in smoky shadows and his blue eyes at their darkest.

Breathing out a sigh Tris pushed herself forward and curled her rosy, blood red nails in Tobias's silky hair. Humming in delight when their lips met.

She loved this feeling, this dark rush. It made her feel loved, wanted and as far away from her reality as possible.

She didn't want to end.

But eventually it would, it would slip away with the moon's light until like vapour through her fingers until it had opportunity to come again.

"I love you, Beatrice." The hot whisper made her shiver as Tobias swung her bridal style into his arms.

"I love, too, Tobias, and I always will." She whispered back, her voice husky and scalding in her throat as she leaned in closer to seal it with a kiss.

Yes, she'd do anything to hold onto this, even if she knew it'd slip away.

Just like vapour…

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