XOXO.

If Tris had a secret, a personal secret, not an official, off-limits-public-security-secret but just a little something about herself that she didn't let just anyone know, it would be that her favourite holiday was Valentine's Day.

She knew it went against her character, both the one the media had created and her real personality, but there was just something about the decidedly mushy holiday that drew her like a moth to a pink and red flame.

Valentine's Day. Pink and red hearts, pink and red flowers, pink and red teddy bears with mushy messages stitched on the front and enough chocolate to feed the Dauntless Army for weeks.

Tris had never much been a fan of hearts, the only flowers she liked were orchids and a few types of roses (not red mind you) and the occasional lily, she'd never had a teddybear, even as a little girl in Abnegation, she'd preferred skipping ropes and while every girl likes chocolate, Tris's lifestyle had pretty much forbade the sweet, sugary treat unless it was a special occasion.

And, while it was hard to live in Dauntless without liking red at least a little, pink had never been her colour of choice.

So why was it then, that she liked it so much?

Well, it could have been because the holiday pretty much represented everything her life hadn't been during the war, what with all its mushy, love-and-let-love mojo the only thing it had in common with the gruesome five year war was the colour red, and even then the shades were wrong.

Or maybe it was because of who the holiday had been named for, a saint back in the ancient times before the Factions who would secretly marry lovers after an evil ruler forbade marriage because he though it put a damper on his army recruitment.

Tris hummed herself a little song as she rounded the corner and inserted the key to the medium sized apartment complex they shared in the Dauntless HQ. They'd bought just before the war had started picking up partly because they loved the feel of the place and partly out of the paranoia they shared that Dauntless would crumble if they weren't able to get to their posts in less than five minutes.

Sure, that paranoia had succumbed to the lull of peace time enough for them to spend more than a night away from the HQ and the lack of windows got a little annoying from time to time, especially considering Tobias's claustrophobia and Tris's fear of being unable to escape, which had only intensified after Jeanine had tried to have her drowned in that locked room, but they still loved the place.

And as she'd said, the paranoia had only abated enough for them to take a weeklong break from time to time; she hadn't said anything about it going away enough to move.

With an amused sigh Tris pulled the black wood door open and let herself in, her black velvet heels making soft tapping sounds on the dark hardwood floors of their living room.

Flicking on the lights Tris felt her red painted lips tug up as she looked around the room and saw several different bouquets of calla lilies in tall, clear glass jars scattered around the room.

All around the room a varying array of rose petals lay scattered across the floor and right there in the centre, on a small glass stand, was a creamy white card with golden edging, her birth name, Beatrice, written in small, sure lack lettering.

Crossing to the stand Tris carefully picked up the card and flipped it open, the small diamond on her wedding band glimmering in the light.

Dear Beatrice,

Thought we should do something special this year, meet me in the bedroom.

XOXO,

Tobias.

Tris felt a slow, happy smile stretch across her face as she put the card back on the stand and turned on her heel, her walk getting more provocative as she neared the door, her mind becoming for the first time that day thankful that she'd had the women's intuition to wear her current ensemble of tasteful, tight red dress and heels instead of the black cargos and tank top she'd been considering.

Tris's heart sped up considerably when she caught sight of her just-black-sleeping-pants-clad husband, her own face returning his wicked smile tenfold once her brain caught up with her body, which had already made its way onto the bed and to straddling said husband's lean hips.

Tobias pushed himself up to a full sitting position before pushing a hand through Tris's silky blonde hair and pulling her into a passionate kiss to which she responded wonderfully.

"XOXO indeed," he whispered in her heatedly, Tris shivered as his hand went for the zipper at the back of her little red dress.

Ohyes,that'sright.Tris's mind thought lazily as Tobias made short work of the zipper and started pulling her out of the dress, his eyes slowly seeping into a dark midnight blue. So this was why she loved Valentine's Day.

Yes, I do realize that Christmas is the next closet holiday and yes, I do realize we're in November but I don't really care. I'm still living off the buzz that comes with finding something other than X-Ray that starts with X.

But anyway, hope you all liked this! It got a little steamy towards that end but from the feedback I got from Vapour I think I can safely deduce that you don't mind!

Thanks goes to: .catching and Awesomet88!

See you all latter!

Sincerely,

BlackRoseGirl666