Story Snippets from the Tumblr... enjoy.
Candor cells, Erudite cells, closets in Abnegation and finally the holding pen in Dauntless. Four examined the rusted spot welds where the bars were haphazardly connected. He wondered absently if Amity had cells, or if they just locked people in the stalls with the horses. The mattress smelled like vomit, the floor around the toilet was plastered with the dried piss of the last weekend's drunk and disorderly. Even when his hands arched and swelled, the discomforts of his situation couldn't deter him from a peaceful sleep.
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Everything from her smile on the train to cradling her along the bumpy route matched his idea of a perfect day. One that shouldn't be spoiled by restraint. He held her tighter when her back curled and arched against his chest. Her hand gripped his shoulder, holding him, then slipped up his neck and found his jaw, fingers hooked in his hair. He indulged fully in a series of fantasies, each one acted out on a new inch of exposed skin, feeling the vibration of a moan or a word lost before it hit his ears. Her arm snaked behind him and grabbed at his back like she was anchoring herself to him.
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Patience is a virtue that never blessed him. He could bide his time, strategize, shut up when he had to. But actually being patient. The curious sniffs and darting explorations drove him crazy. But no matter what he said or how he said it, he had no control over when she'd proclaim the exact right rock or the perfect stump. He learned the hard way that being patient was better than stepping in a wet puddle first thing in the morning. Getting a puppy was changing him.