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Tobias

I always saw Dauntless as freedom. It was never just a decision that I made to get away from Marcus. In Dauntless, I was free to be myself. I didn't have to worry about making sure I was being selfless. I didn't have to always follow someone else's orders. If I wanted to eat cake for every meal, I could. I always saw Dauntless as freedom, until now. After everything that's happened, Dauntless feels as stifling as Abnegation. But honestly, it wouldn't matter what faction I'm in, or even if it were possible to be factionless. The entire city feels like a prison. For the majority of people, the faction that they work in is also where they live: having factions without having factions. The idea of "having factions but not having factions" is ridiculous. Being defined by what job we do is just as constricting as the old system was. Acting as if we have freedom doesn't mean that we actually do. All of the others, those that haven't been outside the fence, have no idea what true freedom is. They're all being deceived. It's a farce.

I watch Tris as she washes and puts away our dishes. I can picture her in Abnegation grey, the dress that she wore the day that I helped her out of the net. I can see the pieces of hair falling out of once-neat bun. It's hard to believe that was almost a year ago. She's been Dauntless for an entire year but never got to experience what it's really like. She even missed her own birthday while she was in the hospital, even though no one knew it. It's weird how one year can change someone so much. She's no longer that innocent little girl from Abnegation. She looks tired, dark circles faintly leave their mark under her eyes. Her eyes. The once clear, doe-like look that they had to them has been replaced by a certain coldness. Her features no longer have the soft look of a child. And her body. Despite the definition that Dauntless has given her, she's filled out. The hem of my shirt that she put on after her shower now tugs at her curved hips, and the top of the shirt clings to her filled out chest.

She probably doesn't even know that she's filled out like this. She always thinks of herself as unattractive, or that she looks like a child. It has always been far from the truth, but looking at her now, it's impossible for me to imagine that that's what she sees. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

"Don't you need to get ready for work?" she asks once she's put away the dishes.

"No," I shake my head. "I took the day off."

"Tobias," she grunts. "You didn't need to take another day off."

"You just got here, Tris. I'm not in a hurry to go back to work. I've been without you for months. I want to spend some time with you, just the two of us, before we go back to our everyday lives," I smile, my hands now resting on her hips.

"Okay," she says reluctantly.

"Did you have fun last night?" I ask, smiling even wider as her cheeks turn bright red.

"Tobias!" she smacks my arm, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red.

"I had fun last night," I say, my hands sliding up underneath her shirt, resting on her bare hip bones.

"Tobias Eaton!" She giggles a little, trying to wiggle away.

"Hey," I say quietly, pulling her back to me. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," she says, her hands running up my chest and around my neck. "Tobias.."

"Hmm?" I hum as I play with her hair.

"What would you have done if I hadn't survived?"

I shake my head a few times, my silent refusal to answer that question. I have no idea what I would have done. When I came back and Cara told me that she went in Caleb's place, my world stopped. I can't even think about that.

"Don't ask me that," I finally say.

I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I try to blink them away, but they start to fall anyway.

"Tobias," she sings my name, using her fingers to brush away the stray tears on my cheeks. "It's okay, I'm right here."

My fingers grip tightly into the hem of her shirt and I pull her into my lap. Our lips meet as her shirt slowly slides up. The underwear she had hiding beneath it are now visible along with her flat stomach. She starts to wrap her legs around my waist so I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. I lay her down in the bed and am about to join her when there is a knock at the door. I groan but turn to go answer it.

"Hello Christina."

"Hey," she hesitates, "you guys weren't at breakfast so I just wanted to make sure everything's okay. Especially after last night."

"Yeah, everything's fine," I tell her hoping that she'll accept this and leave.

"Okay, well I was hoping that Tris might wanna hang out later."

"I'll let her know," I say before closing the door.

"Who was that?" Tris asks when I make it back to the bedroom.

"Christina. She wants to hang out with you later," I answer, crawling into bed with her.

"Oh okay," she nods her head before my lips cut her off.

"But not until I'm done with you," I say against her mouth, pulling the tee shirt over her head.