A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and/or followed this story! Thank you also to my wonderful beta reader, BK2U, and to CupcakeCutie90, who contributed an idea to this chapter (more info on that is below).

Chapter 11: Names

She's in their favorite position, partially reclined on the pillow they bought online – the one that lifts her to the perfect height for Tobias to be on his knees between her legs. Her entire front is open to him this way, providing easy access for his hands and mouth. She can reach him just as readily, and she rakes her fingertips down his back as she arches upwards, making little sounds of pleasure with each of his thrusts.

It's a good thing she keeps her nails short, he reflects as his tongue swirls around her left nipple again. Otherwise, she would undoubtedly have added to his scars by now.

"Yes! Right there!" she gasps, her entire body tensing with anticipation as she approaches her fourth peak. "Don't stop." In truth, he needs that encouragement, because he's barely hanging on, his own pleasure getting desperate to spill. But it's become a matter of pride to live up to his nickname as often as possible, and she's so close now. So, he tries to ignore the way she's pulling at him, and the way she feels around him, and the way her scent fills the air as much as her quick breaths do. God, the things she does to him….

He almost doesn't make it, but finally she tightens with the last edge of her buildup, and then her hips buck into him wildly, her legs wrapping around him as her hands clutch at his back in her desire to pull him into her very being. His response is instant, her name a growl on his lips as he embeds himself in her as deeply as possible, his body contorting inside her in his own paroxysm of ecstasy.

It takes several minutes before either of them regains the energy to move, and then it's only to collapse onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in a mass of slick skin and exhausted limbs.

"Beatrice Prior," he finally manages to say, "you are incredible."

He can feel her smile more than he can see it from this angle. "You know," she murmurs, "you're not going to be able to call me that much longer."

The words draw a small frown out of him. "Well, I sure as hell don't want to keep Eaton," he answers a bit sharply. Really, between his two parents, there's nothing appealing about his current surname.

They shift so their eyes can meet as they both realize that they've somehow never thought to discuss what last name they'll be using. "I assumed we were sticking with Prior," Tobias says uncertainly. "You know, since your parents weren't horrible human beings or anything."

Tris swallows. "That's true, and I appreciate the thought, but…." Her voice trails off, and Tobias knows where she's going before she adds, "Beatrice Prior is not a common name. Even if Peter didn't see our address in the paper, I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering if he might find me somewhere, sometime."

"Yeah." Tobias lays his head down again, staring at the ceiling. Not for the first time, he wishes that it was easier to prove abuse and to get someone sent to jail for it. But the odds aren't good that either of them could get their personal monster incarcerated at this point, so long after the fact. "So, what do we do?"

"Did you know any of your grandparents?" Tris suggests after a minute. "Maybe we could use one of their names?"

"Never even met them." Marcus didn't want his wife and son around anyone who might have helped them, so they lived an isolated life.

Tris sighs. "I knew two of mine, but one was Grandpa Prior and the other was Grandma Fauschnautelbum."

Tobias can't help his snort of laughter. "Okay, as much as I hate Eaton, we are not going with Fauschnautelbum."

"No," Tris confirms, her own giggle joining his, "we're not."

She rolls over, her hand drawing circles on Tobias' chest while they both think. "We could make up a new name," he eventually offers. "People do that sometimes."

"What, like combining ours? Preaton, or something like that?"

He gives a low chuckle. "That's mildly better than Eator." She laughs, too. "But actually I meant just taking another name altogether, one we pick."

"Hmm…." Her lips curve upwards. "Quattro? Or Black, for your karate skills?" A teasing look lights her eyes. "How about Fortress?"

He looks down at her, not getting the joke. "Fortress?"

"Four-Tris," she spells out, grinning more widely now.

He groans. "That one's too bad even for me." His mouth twitches at the corner. "And I love bad puns."

"Okay, a synonym then. Castle."

Tobias debates between rolling his eyes and shaking his head before settling on, "Tris Castle is a mouthful. And Four Castle sounds downright weird."

"Foreman!" Tris states abruptly, sitting up partway so she can see him better.

He considers that for a few seconds. "It would certainly make my nickname easier for people to accept, though they'd probably spell it wrong. And make a lot of jokes about foreplay."

"Well, you are exceptionally talented in that department," Tris answers with a smirk.

"What about Forester?" Tobias asks, mulling the sound of it. "Tris and Tobias Forester. I kind of like that."

Tris debates it for a moment, too. "Everyone can spell it, but it's not hugely common. And it goes well with a lot of first names." She nods thoughtfully. "It's a nice, versatile name. Tobias and Tris Forester."

She lies back, her own eyes focused on the ceiling now. "Do you have any favorite names for kids? We should make sure those work with it, too."

Tobias doesn't answer for long enough that her gaze seeks him out again. He bites the inside of his cheek before responding slowly. "Honestly, I always swore I wouldn't have kids, Tris. After…. Well, the reasons are pretty obvious." He reaches out, his fingers lightly tucking her hair behind her left ear. "But with you…things are different. So, I guess I'm open to the possibility."

She gives him a small, tender smile that tugs at something deep inside his chest. His voice is low as he adds, "But I definitely don't have any names picked out. Do you?"

"Dmitri, Maria, and Violet." The answer is so quick it takes him a moment to get it.

"DMV?" He laughs. "And here I was thinking you'd go with four kids…."

She rolls onto her side again, nestling her head into the crook of his arm. "That would just be greedy, Tobias."

He's silent at that, waiting to see if she gets more serious. And eventually she does, clearing her throat before saying, "I'd like to consider using my parents' names. Andrew and Natalie." The words catch a little as she says them.

Tobias nods, pulling her more tightly against him. He knows how much her parents meant to her, and this is undoubtedly her way of keeping them close while changing her last name. "Those both work well with Forester," he tells her steadily.

Her body stiffens a bit at his acceptance, and he can tell from her breathing that she's fighting back tears. It's been a long time since her parents died, but the pain is clearly still there. He can't quite imagine what that's like.

Leaning down, he kisses the top of her head gently, his thumb brushing softly under her eyes. "Are we agreed then?" he murmurs.

"Yeah." Her voice breaks on the word, but suddenly she's propping herself up to look at him. It's unusual, because she typically hates to be seen crying, thinking it makes her seem weak. He knows that meeting his gaze right now is a sign of how deeply she trusts him.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you, Tobias?" she whispers.

The words pull his heart straight into her hands, but that's not a problem. It's always belonged to her anyway.

"Yes," he answers without hesitation. "Believe me, Tris, every single part of me knows exactly what it feels like to love that way."

Their lips find each other, their bodies pressing together as his proves the truth of his words. Every part of him truly does love her. And as they repeat their activities from a half-hour earlier, it occurs to him that he might need a new nickname after tonight.

But you know, Eight Forester has quite a nice ring to it….

A/N: Thank you again to CupcakeCutie90, who suggested the idea of them naming their kids with the initials DMV! I loved the idea and decided to incorporate it here.

There are still two chapters left in this story, but it will probably be a week or more before I post the next one, since I haven't finished drafting it yet. In the meantime, please take a moment to let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thanks!