When we get off of the train, I immediately recognize the Abnegation Sector. We haven't been back since dinner the other night and I figured we would see them again at the meeting if they decided to go. I didn't know if they would even come given the meeting was with Jeanine. I didn't want to push them in any direction that was uncomfortable to them. As much as I wanted to see them again, especially if they weren't going to the meeting, but I was under the impression that tonightI look at Tobias, and he's wearing a smirk on his lips. "What are we doing here?" I ask him.
He squeezes my hand. "I figured that after the week you've had, it would be nice to have a date in a place that you're comfortable with."
"I don't follow."
"I spoke to your parents and they are having dinner with another family tonight. You and I will be eating your parent's house," Tobias says. "They're giving us the night."
I'm not surprised that they would do that...it's incredibly selfless of them to give up with house for the night just so that Tobias and I can have a date. But then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from my parents. "You did this for me?"
He smiles at me. "I did it for us," he tells me opening the door. Once inside, I take off my jacket and hang it by the door. I catch the scent of the stew that is cooking in the kitchen that my mother must have started before she left for the night. Being in my childhood home without my parents makes me feel nostalgic of the times before the choosing ceremony. Of the way that I felt before knowing that I had to leave my family forever. I feel Tobias looking at me, so I turn to look back him.
"Is this okay?" he asks me.
I take a step toward him and offer him a smile. "It's perfect," I tell him. "How did you even find the time to ask them for this?"
"It was when I was in the kitchen with your mother the other night," he says. "She's the one that brought it up actually."
"She did?" I ask her. I make a mental note to thank her the next time I see her.
"Yeah," he says before leaning in and kissing my head. "You hungry?"
"Starving," I answer, and he takes m head and leads me into the dining room.
After we eat, we clean up the dishes and put whatever's left in a container and leave in the fridge for when they come home. I dry my hands off and lean against the counter watching Tobias as he cleans the stove. "I like seeing you like this," I tell him.
"What, domesticated?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Yeah," I answer. "It's a different Tobias than I'm used to seeing."
He glances back at me. "Good or bad thing?"
"Definite good thing," I say. "It lets me see the side of you that I'll be getting when we start our own family."
His hands freeze on the stove and I realize what I've just said. I start sputtering out nonsense words as I try to backtrack. "If, I mean if, you know," I say quickly. "If we start our family, or you know whatever..." I trail off and then drop my head in my hands.
I hear him laughing, so I peek at him through my fingers. "What's funny?" I ask him, my voice somewhat muffled by my hands.
"You're cute when you're nervous, you know that right?"
I shake m head. "Of course you would find amusement out of this," I tell him.
He takes my hands away from my face and I make a face at him. "We're gonna have a family," he tells me. "At least, I want a family."
"But there's just so much shit going on..."
"And we'll deal with it," he says. "And once we take care of that, we can focus on us."
"You think we'll be okay?" I ask him.
"I definitely think we'll be okay," He tells me. He leans in to kiss me and I let him. After a moment, he pulls away and takes my hand. "Come on."
We walk out of the kitchen and into the main part of the house, toward the stairs. I stop at the bottom and glance up at him. "Do you know how long until they come back?"
He glances at the clock on the wall and shrugs. "Maybe an hour or so?"
"Okay," I say, tugging him up the stairs with me. I open the door to my old bedroom and then once he's inside I shut the door behind him. He glances down at me with that half smile on his lips.
"What's on your mind, Tris?" he asks me.
I shake my head and walk over to the bed, sitting down. "For once, not the war," I say, tilting my head as I look up at him. "For tonight, it's just you."
He grins and comes over to join me. He kisses my head and rubs my back. "I'm glad we got tonight," he tells me. "Everything's been a bit crazy lately."
"I know," I say resting my head on his shoulder. "Everyone deserves a night off. Before things get worse."
He rubs my back. "I don't think that things are going to get worse," he tells me. "I thought we had already seen the worse."
"You know what you're right," I tell him. "We've seen enough bad things, and wasted too much time talking about the bad things. We earned this tonight." I look up at him
"Yes okay," he says. "And what do you want to do tonight?"
I glance at the clock. "Well it looks like we've still got that hour," I say with a smile.
"We do," he says with a smirk, pulling me in by my waist and kissing me gently.
I tug his shirt up over his head and move to straddle him, his hands settling on my hips to keep me in place. I look down at him, his dark blue eyes focused on mine. "I love you," I tell him before kissing him again. He moves his hands up my back and his fingers find the zipper of the dress, pulling it down slowly. As his fingers move down my back, I feel shivers spread through my body. His lips are on my neck, his fingers pushing down the straps of my dress until it falls down my shoulders and I feel heat spread through my body. I tangle my fingers in his hair, arching myself against him as he kisses me. He lifts me off of his lap and lays me down on the bed, pulling the dress down the length of my body until I lay completely naked beneath him. He looks over him, his fingers brushing over the scars on my abdomen, and his eyes flick up to meet mine.
"Do they hurt?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "Not anymore," I answer.
He bends down and presses his lips against the before kissing up the space between my breasts and goose bumps surface on my skin. He pulls away and gets rid of his pants before joining me on the bed. I run my hands down his chest and he grins down at me as he moves his hands down my sides, pushing my legs apart. My breath catches in my throat and he looks back up at me. "Are you nervous?" he asks me.
I swallow. "Maybe a little," I tell him.
He leans down and kisses me softly. "I'll be gentle," he says.
A/N: I know, I know. You wanted a lemon. But it took me a week to write this chapter. I'll have one soon I promise!