The chapter you've all been waiting for!

I can't believe you gave me 215 reviews and I hope you enjoy this, because I'm really nervous about how it turned out. I personally thought it was okay, but I'll let you be the judge of that!

I know I'm an evil person; I don't update for like ages, and my chapters are short, and I always leave cliffhangers. I apologize.

This scene is based more on the movie than the book. Sorry it's only six pages long, b

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Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.

*Tris POV*

There was once, when I was young, that I asked my mother the question that parents very likely dread answering.

"Mummy?"

"Yes, Beatrice?"

"How did you have me and Caleb? Did you go to a shop and buy us?"

My mother laughed, straightening up from bending down over the laundry basket. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

I shrugged my six-year old shoulders, eyes still intently on my mother. "But where do babies come from, Mummy?"

My mother stilled and turned to me. "Babies are made out of love, Beatrice," she told me gently. "When a mother and father love each other, God gives them a baby."

"How, Mummy?"

My mother smiled. "That's a secret that only God knows, sweetheart."

"Well, hasn't anyone ever asked him?" I demanded in true toddler fashion.

My mother pretended to think about that. "No, no one ever has."

"Why not?" I demanded. "When I go to heaven, I'll ask God how he gives us babies."

My mother shook her head and sighed, but her eyes were kind. "Tell me the answer when you find out, won't you?"

In retrospect, she was probably giving her stubborn six year old the best answer she could without scarring her for life but at the time, it was all very confusing. The Erudite part of me refused to accept anything but the full, accurate answer but it was rude to be too nosy. So, I buried my curiosity and helped my mother with the clothes.

At the time, I didn't wonder about my mother's un-Abnegation response to my question. The way she laughed and joked with me. Only now, having learnt that she was once Dauntless, do I understand why she reacted the way she did.

I can't remember when I first learned about reproduction, but I do remember the thought of it frankly terrified the hell out of me. It's no surprise it showed up in my fear landscape.

Tobias – or fake Tobias, at least – is still kissing me. His lips move from my mouth, trail a path down my cheek, my jaw and my neck until it lands on my collarbone, over the tattoo of the three birds. I clench my lips together, forcing back the sounds that threaten to escape my mouth, and push him an arm's length away from me.

"Four," I say as firmly as possible, "stop. This isn't you. I am not going to have sex with you in a simulation."

Yeah, fat lot of help that was.

He pulls me into his arms again, kissing me while gently leading me backwards until my legs hit the end of the bed and we fall onto it. I'm getting distinctly panicked now.

I push harder, but it's like pushing a solid brick wall. "Tobias, stop!" I yell. "Stop!"

He pays no heed to what I'm saying and continues to kiss my neck.

"This isn't you, Four!" I struggle to get up, but he's kept me pinned. His lips capture mine again, and I have to force myself not to melt under his touch like I always do. I manage to tilt my head and break my mouth away from his.

He looks into my eyes. "Aren't you Dauntless, Tris?"

"This isn't being Dauntless!" I cry out, frustrated and angry. "Being Dauntless isn't about rushing headlong into things! And for the last time, you are a simulation!"

Then I hear it.

"Tris?"

Oh, for the love of – please tell me that's not…

It is.

Wonderful. Bloody fantastic.

"Tris, I don't know what the hell is going on, but tell me I'm not seeing myself kiss you – "

"You are," I grumble. "Welcome to my sixth fear. Fear of intimacy."

I manage to get my head out from under 'fake Tobias' to see his face. He looks confused and bewildered. I can't blame him. "You're afraid of…sex?" he asks slowly.

I can't answer because simulation Tobias has started kissing me again. Ready to break from frustration and anger, I bring my knee up hard into his groin.

Bulls-eye.

Simulation Tobias groans from the pain and I shove my elbow into his throat, disarming him, and then push him off me. I jump out of the bed, and back away – into the arms of the real Tobias.

He turns me around to face him. "Okay," he starts. "Help me understand, here. You have a fear of intimacy?"

I nod, knowing that my cheeks are bright pink and I'm blushing like there's no tomorrow.

"And how do we get out of this fear?"

I gesture to the simulation of him helplessly. "I don't know," I admit. "You said yourself that Max has changed the simulation. How do I solve something like this?"

In truth, we both know there's one way to get rid of this fear. But I absolutely point-blank refuse to have sex with my boyfriend in the fear landscape room during a simulation where anyone can walk in and see us.

Not to mention, I'm only seventeen.

"Tris, why do you have this fear?" Tobias asks me. "Think. It can help us."

I take his advice. I wonder why I'm so terrified of sex. My mother already indirectly told me that sex was an act of love between two people. I love Tobias. I know I do.

Then why am I so terrified?

It takes me a few minutes to place it and then I realize.

"Vulnerability," I say out loud. To have sex with a person, it's necessary to trust them completely. Should I ever have sex with Tobias, it would be to give myself to him.

I hate feeling powerless and unable to help. I need to know that I am in control of the situation. Sex is something that is uncontrollable, and that is why I am terrified of it. Because it makes me vulnerable.

"Tris, do you trust me?" Tobias asks, pulling me back to real life.

"What?" I ask, still slightly dizzy from my epiphany.

"I said, do you trust me?" he asks again, intently waiting for my answer.

I feel confused. "Yes, of course. Tobias what does that – "

He kisses me.

His hands lock around my waist, holding me tightly, as his lips devour mine with a fierce passion. And unlike before, I know this is real. This isn't another simulation version of him kissing me.

Because although his lips are fierce against mine, they are also gentle in a way that can only be his, and the way he holds me is also unmistakably his. This is the real Tobias that I am kissing.

And I know what he is trying to do.

So I go with the flow.

His tongue gently caresses my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I willingly give it to him. This is something new to me; something that he hasn't done before. And it doesn't feel scary or wrong.

It feels strange and exciting, full of heat and passion and hormones.

His hand, previously around my waist, now move slightly higher. I lean up on my toes to kiss him and I feel his hands on the bare skin of my lower back. It sends a shiver through my body.

We're moving back until – for the second time today – I find myself pinned on the bed. But this time it's different. This time I'm a willing participant. Tobias holds himself above me using his arms and I notice that his shirt has been flung away.

His eyes are bright, alive as he looks into mine and a smile makes its way onto my lips as I notice that I can't see simulation Tobias any longer. I have made it past the fear.

"I think we can stop now," I whisper. "I don't think I'd want anyone to walk past and see us on the floor like this. We'd never live it down."

Tobias looks almost disappointed. "I don't want to stop."

"I don't want to, either," I tell him. "But you know we have to."

Tobias stands up and I follow, letting him pull me to my feet. A wicked idea strikes me and I lean into whisper in his ear. "You know, I said we have to stop now. But we can always continue later."

The look on his face is all the answer I need.

Whew! Done!