A/N: Okay, so I was done with this story - completely, totally done. It was always intended to be a one-shot, after all. But then I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, and what should start going through my mind in great detail but the next part of these characters' lives... I have lots of other stories that I'm either actively writing or am planning out, but did any of THOSE come to mind then? No, of course not! Instead, I fixated on one of my COMPLETED stories.

So, anyway, here's the first of two chapters that insisted on being written. The other one won't be far behind. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and to BK2U, who did a wonderful job beta-reading this story for me!

Chapter 2: Next Day

The alarm blares through the room, startling Tobias from the best sleep he's had in years. Maybe ever.

Beside him, Tris tries to bury herself deeper into the bedding, clearly not wanting to rise, and he can't help smiling at the sight as he reaches over her to turn off the alarm. Normally, he gets up immediately after doing that, but today he snuggles back in place, spooning her as he nuzzles his face into her hair. She smells absolutely wonderful….

"What time is it?" she asks groggily.

"Seven o'clock." After a second, it occurs to him to add, "On Thursday." He's never had a first date sleep over on a weeknight before, so he's not used to going to work the morning after.

Clearly, Tris isn't, either, because she sits bolt upright at the answer, pulling out of his embrace. "Thursday? Oh no, oh no, oh no…."

She stumbles out of the bed before he can answer, and he watches her cross the room toward the bathroom where her clothes still are. At first, he can't quite decide if the sight of her naked body is a reasonable trade for the sudden loss of her touch and warmth, but it doesn't take long to conclude that it's not. No matter how sexy she looks with nothing adorning her except bed-head.

"I can drive you," he offers as he drags himself to his feet, remembering that she usually takes public transportation. "To your place and then to wherever you work, if that'll help."

She emerges from the bathroom, her shirt already on and her clearly-still-damp pants in her hands. Biting her lip, she looks between him and the clock with enough anxiety to tell him that she really does need the ride.

"That will make you late, won't it?" she finally asks, clearly trying to be selfless despite her obvious need.

"I'll call in. It's not a problem."

She pauses for just a moment longer before nodding, relief obvious in her face. "Thanks. I have a meeting with a potential donor that I can't miss."

They don't waste any time getting dressed, and they're in his car within five minutes, zooming through the parking garage at a considerably faster speed than is probably safe. "Turn left," Tris begins as they reach the exit, "I think." She cranes her neck as she looks for street signs to confirm that.

Tobias' smile interrupts her. "406 Abnegation Way, Apartment 46. I can get there."

Her gaze leaps to him, her expression a bit surprised. "You remembered."

He arches an amused eyebrow. "I told you I would."

"I know, but…." She shakes her head slightly, a hint of redness rising up her cheeks. "It's been my experience that guys say a lot of things they don't mean…."

The words twist something inside him, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel as he finds himself wanting to hurt whoever made her develop that distrust. "I don't," he finally answers firmly.

But it's not quite true, and he knows it, given how many lies he told throughout his childhood. It was the only way to stay out of trouble with his father – and to keep anyone else from finding out about the abuse at home. His voice is quieter when he adds, "I won't do that to you, Tris."

Her eyes rest on him as she considers that promise. Clearing her throat, she says, "Amar speaks very highly of you, you know."

It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, and he bites back his feelings as he goes along with it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"He's going to be unbearable when he realizes we're together," he comments instead, giving a low chuckle – before it occurs to him what he just said. Together implies a level of commitment that they haven't discussed yet, something considerably stronger than exploring their connection….

Before the statement can make things even more awkward, Tobias adds, "I suspect he was planning to set us up, if he was pointing me out to you. He tends to do that."

Again, he catches the blunder the moment it leaves his mouth, and he finds himself wondering how he managed to avoid putting his foot in his mouth all day yesterday. Maybe he did and just didn't notice it.

"I mean, once in a while. It's not like he sets me up all the time or anything." He can feel the red rising up his neck as he mumbles, "I'm certainly not a player – I haven't even really dated anyone recently."

Tris' snicker interrupts him, and his eyes flit to her, not sure if he's relieved or even more embarrassed to see the amused grin on her face.

"I'm really not awake yet," he mutters as an excuse. It only makes her laugh harder.

"You're fine, Tobias," she reassures him. "I…actually asked him about you in the first place."

That definitely makes him feel better, and he manages to avoid any further embarrassment the rest of the drive to her apartment.

He waits in her very small, but reasonably neat, living room while she takes the quickest shower he's ever seen a woman manage before throwing on her work clothes and getting ready for her day. He's impressed that they make it back into the car by seven-forty, heading towards the address she gives him.

"Is that where you work?" He's not aware of any charities that are headquartered in that area, but it's a big city, after all.

"No. It's where the potential donor is. They're considering a very large donation, so we're meeting them at their workplace." She looks a bit anxious as she glances at the clock. "There's a lot at stake."

"I'll get you there," he assures her, turning down a different route since the road they're on has begun to back up.

"Thank you again for the ride," she murmurs as she reaches into her purse, taking out her phone and fiddling with it. "I can't believe I forgot all about this last night."

The comment makes Tobias grin again – something that he's probably done more often in the last twenty-four hours than in the previous year. Clearly, their day together captivated her as much as it did him.

"What's your number?" Tris asks, holding her phone up expectantly, and he's happy to rattle it off. It's not like he couldn't have found her again, between knowing her address and when and where she takes karate, but it's far preferable to be able to contact her easily.

"Get that for me, would you?" he requests with a smirk as his phone begins ringing from her call. "It's in my pants pocket."

Her only response is to roll her eyes, but a few seconds later she begins speaking, and he realizes that she's leaving him a voice message.

"Hi, Tobias. It's Tris." She gives him a mischievous look. "Listen, I had a really great time last night, and I hope you call me back sometime soon. None of this waiting for three days nonsense, okay? I always hate that."

He laughs as she hangs up. "I was thinking of waiting for four days, personally, since it's my nickname and all."

"That's where it comes from," she says, nodding with mock seriousness. "I figured it was because of what you did to me last night."

He can't help his snort of amusement at that. "Yes, that's exactly why Amar gave me that nickname. Because I gave him four orgasms."

"Well, he is gay…" she reasons.

"True." Tobias leans a little closer to her, enjoying the way her breath hitches in response to his proximity. "But I'm not, just in case you didn't notice."

She turns toward the window, her lips twitching as she mutters, "That kind of came to my attention. Once or twice. Or maybe four times…."

He makes it all of two hours before he pulls his phone out, deciding to text her instead of calling, in case she's still in her meeting.

"So, is it Tris with an S or Trice like Beatrice?"

"With an S," she answers quickly enough that he wonders if she's been staring at her phone as much as he's been watching his. "Trice is too much like twice, and you know that's only half what I like."

He has to turn away from his office door to make sure no one notices his grin. He's never going to think of his nickname the same way again.

"An S at the end," he types, "for your Sexy end. Got it."

"Oh, that's terrible."

"No, Terrible is definitely NOT what the T stands for. More like Terrific."

"You know, your name starts and ends with the same letters, Tobias."

"Then we need to find something that works for both of us."

It takes her a few seconds to answer that. "That may be tough, but I'll go with Tremendously Sexy for you."

He stifles his snort of amusement. "Tremendous is good. Very manly." It's the kind of thing his best friend, Zeke, would say.

He pauses to think before adding, "But it doesn't quite work for you. Tempting? Tantalizing? Titillating?"

He can practically hear her laughter through the city between them. "Pretty sure I've NEVER been called that."

"Then I get to be your first."

Beside him, a meeting reminder pops up on his computer, and he sighs before typing, "Ugh, I have to go. Dinner?"

It might be pushing his luck to ask so soon, but he can't resist. To his relief, it doesn't take long for her to respond. "There's a nice Italian place near me."

As he clicks in his answer, he knows that there's no way he'll be able to wipe the smile off his face in time for his meeting.

"I'll pick you up from work."

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