A/N1: Hello, again, my lovelies! A lot of people said they wanted fluff, so fluff I bring you! For the purposes of this story, imagine that the apartments in Dauntless have kitchens. You'll find out why when you start reading! It starts off slow, but it gets better, I promise. I'll shut up now, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Six
When Tobias and I wake up from our nap, we just lie there for a little while, stealing kisses every now and again. After about twenty minutes of this, we finally get up.
"What should we do now?" he asks, his face covered in the simple smile I see when we're alone.
"We could make cookies?" I respond, more of a question than a statement.
"I think that's a great idea," Tobias responds, his simple smile growing into a large grin.
We walk to the kitchen and we begin grabbing all of the ingredients we need, butter, eggs, flour, vanilla, shortening, sugar, baking powder, and salt.
I reach over to set the oven to preheat and Tobias begins to mix all of the ingredients in a bowl. When he's finished mixing the dough, I roll it out and we each grab a cookie cutter. We have trees, candy canes, snowmen, and reindeer cut out. As we finish cutting the cookies, we transfer them over to the cookie sheet. I put the pan in the oven and find myself in shock at Tobias' next actions.
As I turn from the oven, I feel a puff of air across my face and find that Tobias has blown flour all over my face.
"Seriously, Tobias? Starting a flour war? Bring it on," I respond, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at him. It doesn't quite reach his face, but rather lands all over his shirt. I laugh at the surprise on his face and pretty soon he's thrown more at me, this time landing it smack dab in the middle of shirt, with some of the flour cascading down onto my black skinny jeans, creating a gradient effect.
I turn around calling truce, but secretly covering my hands in the white powder.
"Truce! I give up!" I go to give him a hug as if to "makeup", but when it appears I'm going to wrap my hands around his neck, I lift them a bit higher and place them in his hair, dragging them down his face, giggling as it gets stuck in his stubble.
An amused grin growing on his face, Tobias bends down and tosses me over his shoulder. I laugh as he carries me to our bed and gently tosses me onto it.
He leans down and kisses up my neck, only stopping when he reaches my ear to whisper, "You really shouldn't have done that, Tris."
Just as I'm about to ask why, his outstretched fingers attack my sides, sending me into fits of laughter and shrieking.
"Tobias!" I shout, breathless, "Stop! Please, stop!"
"Not a chance, Tris. This is what happens when you put flour all over my face," he calmly responds, grinning maniacally.
After minutes of being attacked by his fingers, he relents and allows me to breathe. Just as I've regained my breath and decide to retaliate, the oven timer dings, signaling that the cookies are ready to be removed.
"This isn't over, Tobias Eaton," I promise with a smile, warning of things to come later.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Beatrice Prior," he smirks in response.
As the cookies cool, we start making the icing. With my revenge planned, I keep it on the back burner of my mind until I receive the perfect opportunity.
We separate the icing into different bowls and dye each a different color. Once we have the icing dyed and the cookies have completely cooled, we begin to decorate our cookies.
Once we've decorated all but two of the cookies, I decide now is the perfect time to seek out revenge. I dip a finger in the red icing and act as if I'm going to sweetly feed it to Tobias, but at the last minute, I swipe it across his cheek as if marking him with war paint. Shocked is a cute look on him.
He gets some of the blue icing on his own finger, but not before I can put another red streak on his other cheek.
He puts a dot of blue on the tip of my nose and, while I'm distracted by that, uses his other hand to put a streak of red icing across my forehead. I grab some of the green icing and put a dot on his chin and forehead.
I turn around to run away, but just as I take off Tobias gingerly grabs my arm and tugs me back. I smile up at him through my eyelashes and watch as his eyes grow darker as we stare at each other. He pulls me in and begins to kiss away the icing and carefully guides our bodies back towards the bed, the cookies long forgotten.
I couldn't think of a better way to spend the night.
A/N2: Sorry it's short, guys! I felt like if I would've stretched it out any farther, it would've gotten boring. I'm not going to do smut in this story, that's not really my thing. Moving on. I have a question: Would you be interested in a one shot from Uriah's point of view for the end of chapter three and the beginning of chapter four? I thought it might be a nice chapter to write. Let me know! As always, tell me what you thought of this chapter! I don't know when the next chapter will be posted, but it will definitely either be tonight or tomorrow! I don't know if I'll be able to post a chapter on Tuesday because of work, but if I do, you'll see it on here! Love you guys! Review, for me?