Devil Takes the Hindmost, chapter 22
A/N: Hey, everybody! I suppose this is my weekly update, eh? Lots of thanks to the last reviewer, and I'm sorry to say this fanfic is coming to a close soon. Like, 8 chapters. Or maybe 7. Still debating. Sorry to do that, and if you want these updates, share these with your friends! Or your tumblr! Hell, even tweet to Veronica Roth! (If you're Dauntless enough...) This chapter is RATED M. I REPEAT, RATED M. If you don't want to read, I will understand. Just understand, this is my first time writing this sort of thing, and I wanted it not to be explicit, but more filled with passion.

EATON WALKS FREE:

Eaton, Tobias, convicted of the murder of Al Young, has walked free after many long trials for the past four months. Persecutors testify that Eaton had an unfair trial, and rumours of Marcus Eaton paying off the judge to release his son. No evidence has been further introduced of this rumour, so yesterday, the young son of the multimillionaire walks free, pressed eagerly by reporters.

Not all are happy, of course, about the release of Tobias Eaton. Parents of the deceased, and friends are thoroughly disappointed, testifying that Eaton has walked off from justice, and that he will be brought to the light. Below, picture of Eaton meeting his long term girlfriend, Beatrice Prior, after their months apart.

TRIS' POV:

Oh, God.

There he is.

Standing in all his honor, his time in jail has changed him drastically. Long, floppy brown hair hangs over his eye, scars dotting his face like the pox. His eyes are ringed with grey shadows, his time allowing him so little time to sleep. He's dressed in his usual clothes, a long white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. As soon as I see him, my feet, already sore from sprinting to school to here, I begin to run. I call his name, and in return, he calls mine. How sweet they sound coming out from his mouth then any other person. I break through the crowd of reporters, ignoring the screams and cries, and into his arms. How they wrap around my body, and I know, this is where I belong. In his arms. I do love him. I've missed him so much, and these months have been hell without him. The way I fit into him perfectly like a puzzle piece designed for him. I wrap my arms around him tightly, burying my face into his shirt. My heart has been heavy from the deaths of Marlene and Lynn, but they had let all of us go, suspecting none of us the killers. But my heart has been extremely heavy for ages, and now, it seems to be lighter then the air itself.

"Hey, Tris."

I don't mind being called that name anymore. I don't even care. If that's what will keep him recognizing me, keep him loving me, I will stay. I've been brave enough these past months, but the reason was for love. Being brave is being selfless enough to put somebody's needs above your own, and being brave enough to face these consequences.

"Hey."

I look into those eyes. I cannot believe these eyes, that the world might finally be growing wise. Inside, love and pleasure is rupturing inside of me, and having him with me is possibly the only thing that I need.
His escort, a man named James, escorts both of us to the limit his father brought for us. I wrap my jean jacket closer around myself, as the weather was finally becoming kinder. The transition from March to April meant heavier rain, in Chicago. A damper spring, but my spirit is fluttering.
As soon as we enter the limo, he pulls me into his arms, holding me closer then ever. I close my eyes, letting him hold me, wanting this moment to elongate into forever. Wanting this moment to last forever, for all our lives. I wouldn't mind spending my life in his arms. He is nearly my everything, and now, I finally realize why he called me Tris. Because I was braver then I really need to be. That very first day in September, that clandestine meeting that brought us together...it really tested my limits and I broke through. I had such a strict level of right or wrong, but now...there's such a fine, fine line between the good and the bad. His good was rightfully outweighed by his bad side. He is all I'll ever need, and he mended my soul.

"How was everything?" he asks gruffly after a while, as the limo drives past the city. Buildings. Parks. People. Is this such a strange sight for him, now? Seeing all of this? Being slowly incorporated into this society that hates him with a burning passion.

"Fine. All right."

"I heard about Marlene and Lynn."

"Yeah."

"Hey, are you alright?"

"...No."

We both tumble into the darkness, fifteen minutes after the limo drops us off. Greeted by Marcus Eaton, who promises a dinner out with both our families to celebrate, he leaves us alone with the staff, who serves us champagne and mini snacks. We munch, as we drink the alcohol. I've never been one to drink, but this champagne is amazing. Crisp, sweet, cool, and electrifying, yet calming at the same time. It only takes two glasses for him to ask me if I'd like to see his room. When I agree, none of the staff express concern.

We tumble onto his Master bed, as my back touches the soft fleece blanket. We kiss ferociously, our lips battling with never ending passion. He tugs at the sleeve of my t-shirt, soon pulling it over my head, exposing me to him. My hands work feverishly at his shirt, throwing it to the side, and sliding my hand down his toned chest. His hands begin to work at my jeans, as I let my hands wrap around his neck, and he begins to move his lips to my neck, a sort of anxiety in his actions. The sensations of his cool lips against my neck causes me to gasp, and for a moment, he stares at me. His eyes are the perfect combination of lust and wanting, deserving. And I deserve the same.

"Beatrice..."

"Yeah?"

We're silent for a moment, before he runs his hand through my hair, and my skin suddenly chills as it slides down my scalp and over my collarbone. He plants a soft kiss on the delicate skin, his lips shaking from the want he possesses.

"You...a-are so beautiful..." he whispers, his voice husky and heavy, "D...Do you want this?"

"Yes."

Silence. Pure, uninterrupted silence as we simply hold each other in this darkness, in this private moment. This little forever in a never ending world of east winds, carrying us away from the ones we live and this moment will be the one to ground me in this earth for as long as I stay

"Beatrice-"

I, without even a thought, begin to slide my own jeans to my ankles, exposing my skinny, naked body to him. There is something sacred about revealing each other, and now, we are as close as we can be. It is our choice to know if we want to do this. Have I worked enough to be here? Do I deserve to be here?

"I do."

I decide, as we begin to move in such a way the demons do, undressing and becoming one being, becoming one as we move together, exposing our vulnerabilities to each other and becoming one heated being, moving and experiencing such passion, such closeness is something we deserve. We fight, we love, we pleasure, we spite each other through the night, all of our frustrations and our desires being fulfilled here tonight. Where we are one, and no one can tell us what is right or wrong. The devil wins over God tonight, and I let this one deadly sin let by. I deserve to be here.

As we both fall back onto the mattress, exhausted and relieved, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer then we've ever been. This moment lasts hours, months, years, and as I begin to tumble to sleep, I feel the sensation of his lips planting a quick kiss on my forehead, I decide. I do deserve to be here.

I believe I do.