"Hey, why don't we take this party up to our new rooftop deck? It's a lovely night, and it's still early. We can grab a blanket or two and a couple pillows," Tobias says. I can tell he's up for more … literally.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I say. We hurry out of the chasm and onto the Pit floor then make our way back up to our apartment. He fills a large bag with a blanket, some candles, and a few pillows then grabs the new apartment's key while I get a bottle of sparkling cider, two glasses, some cheese and crackers to snack on, and the bowl, which still has several truth and dares in it. We quietly walk down the hall and open the door. The smell of cleaner and fresh paint smacks me in the face. He leads me through the sea of plastic sheeting to the spiral stairway on the second floor, both of us taking care not to touch anything. When we step out on the rooftop deck, I take in the sight of the setting sun before me. "Breathtaking."

"Yeah," he says, low and breathy. His tone makes me look his way, and he's staring at me, a look of reverent adoration on his face.

"I meant the sunset," I say, shyly smiling up at him. "This place is perfect. I envision many nights like this up here over the years." We spread the blanket out under the pergola, and he tosses the throw pillows down for me to sit on. I pour us some drinks and plate the cheese and crackers while he lights the candles. I stretch out, enjoying the snack. Peanut must be hungry. Tobias stretches out beside me and joins me.

"Shall we?" he says pointing to the bowl, which is sitting between us. "I'll let you go first this time."

"Why thank you, sir," I say with exaggerated politeness reaching into the bowl. "Do you prefer me dressed up or in casual clothing?"

"Even though I like you both says, you're more relaxed in casual clothing so I'm going to say casual," he says.

"I didn't know that," I say. "It's probably the shoe dilemma. When I'm dressed up I usually have on heels, and they scare me to death. I'm always afraid I'll fall."

"You look sexier than hell in heels but you know that," he says, his eyes glazing over with lust. "My turn. What's the worst thing about being your sex?"

"The worst thing?" I say with a chuckle. "Anything period related. That's one nice thing about being pregnant, no period." I giggle with embarrassment. My face softens as I read the next dare. "Kiss me like it's the first time." He moves closer to me and runs the back of his fingertips gently down my face in a soft caress. He leans in, tentative and unsure and brushes his lips again mine. I sigh. He smiles shyly then presses his lips to mine and kisses me tenderly. He backs away and sits up then drags me into a sitting position and grasps my face between his hands. I feel his loving touch in my core. He lowers his mouth to mine again and kisses me harder and longer this time. I get lost in the innocent nature of this kiss as I move my hand slowly up his back and into his hair. He pulls away from me, leaving me breathless and wanting. "Wow. That really did felt like our first kiss."

"Except this time I was sure of myself and how you would react," he says, placing a swift, warm kiss on my exposed shoulder. "Massage my back and shoulders for one minute. I'll take that." He lies flat on his stomach and I straddle his hips, sitting on his behind. I run my hands up under his shirt and knead the hard muscles of his lower back. I hear him moan low and long. I pull my hands out from under his shirt and give him a quick shoulder rub until the timer goes off then get off of him. "Thank you. That was wonderful."

"You're welcome. Are you nervous about the baby?" I read.

"I'd being lying if I said I wasn't," he says. "Three kids. They're going to outnumber us, Tris! I think I'd be more nervous if it wasn't for Tyler and Tessa though."

"I know what you mean," I say. "Adding Teagan to our family isn't what makes me nervous, it's giving birth to her. I'm not really looking forward to that part."

"You'll be fine. I'll be right there with you the entire time," he says. "What's your idea of a romantic evening?"

"What we're doing right now. Getting to know each other better," I say. I draw a slip of paper from the bowl and ask, "Would you like to get a piercing?"

"No, I have no desire to do that. Tattoos are more my thing," he says. "If you caught your best friend's significant other cheating would you tell them?"

"Um. Wow. This is hard. I honestly don't know," I say. "What if what I thought was cheating wasn't and it ruined their relationship? I guess if I saw Will actually having sex with someone else ... with my own eyes … then yes, I would tell her. Otherwise, no." I rifle through the bowl. "Give me oral sex for one minute." He grins at me lasciviously. He pushes me down on the pillows and raises my dress up to my waist. He slowly slides my panties down my legs and unceremoniously tosses them over his shoulder. He then parts my thighs and lies between them. I writhe against his tongue as he licks, sucks, and nibbles my nubbin.

"One minute isn't long enough," I pout when he takes his mouth away after the timer goes off. He laughs joyously and helps me sit up. He kisses me thoroughly, letting our tongues tangle.

"Do you talk about me with your friends and in how much detail?" Tobias asks after drawing.

"I do talk to Christina once in a while," I say. "I told her about the fear landscape room." This obviously surprises him. "She knew something was up because of Zeke's incessant questioning the night of the Candor or Dauntless party, and she kind of badgered it out of me. I normally don't go into detail at all because our lovemaking is ours. I've told her that."

"I love you," he says, absentmindedly running his fingers over the back of my hand in small circles.

"Worship my feet for two minutes," I read after I draw another piece of paper from the bowl.

"I love your feet." I lie back on the pillows and watch as he first slips off one shoe and then the next and sets them by the empty bags. He picks up my right foot and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the tip of each toe while gently rubbing the instep of my foot. I groan as I ponder the conflicting feelings he's producing. He continues with the relaxing foot massage as he draws each toe into his mouth one at a time, sucking them gently and swirling his tongue around. I felt it in my suddenly throbbing sex. I didn't know playing with my feet could be so arousing. He picks up my left foot, repeating each action. I take my right foot and rub his straining bulge with my toes. I see the candlelight reflected in his dark eyes and I'm completely at his mercy. "There," he says putting my foot down, "your feet are thoroughly worshipped." That they are. "Have you ever told me that you like something I've done to you but really didn't?" Hhm?

"No," I say. "I've loved everything you've ever done to me. What's your favorite thing about you being on top and me being on top?"

"Well, I love watching you when you're on top, seeing the determination on your face to make us come. I also love watching you ride me. The way I repeatedly disappear into your body. It's fucking hot."

"Tobias," I scold, my face flushing.

"As for me being on top," he says. "I love the look in your eyes. I can tell you genuinely love it that way."

"One of my favorites," I whisper. He picks up my teasing foot and moves it away from his erection then he hovers over me, avoiding my belly.

"Where do you like being kissed the most?" he asks. I didn't even see him draw the paper he's holding, my eyes have been fixed to his, mesmerized. Where do I like being kissed the most?

"I love it when you kiss me everywhere but the first place that came to mind is right here." I point to the left side of my neck. He smiles and lowers his mouth to my left ear. I run my hands up and down his back while he kisses my neck and ear. "In your next life, would you still want me to be your lover?"

"Of course," he says, his tongue gliding up my ear. "If we had to have a threesome would you want it with an additional man or woman?"

"A man because I can't stand the thought of you with another woman but just for the record, that is never happening."

"Me with another woman?"

"A three way," I say, a disturbing chill running through me. "Or you with another woman." I choose another slip of paper. "Add a place to your list for us to 'christen.'"

"Let's see," he murmurs. He gazes into my eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face. "The hot tub, here on the rooftop deck."

"I was thinking more along the lines of the middle of that abandoned, rundown stadium that's north of the Navy Pier, although every room of the new apartment sounds stimulating."

"That old baseball stadium? Okay. Consider it added." I'm suddenly giddy at the prospect of another place to "christen" in the city. We are getting brazen. What am I saying? We are brazen.

"What turns you on almost instantly?" he asks.

"You … naked," I say with a blush. Just the thought of him without clothes makes me throb with desire. "Would you like to be spanked?"

"No, but I'll spank you," he says. "My beautiful, naughty girl." That might not be terrible. I don't know. I've never thought of spanking. I run my hands up and down his back and press my body to him. "Let me watch you touch yourself until you come." His voice is quiet yet husky. I didn't write that so it must be something he wants to see. I slowly shake my head.

"I'm not sure I can do that, Tobias," I say, barely above a whisper.

"You've never touched yourself?"

"Never."

"Will you try, for me?" I stare at him and soon am lost in his dark blue eyes. I can't believe what I'm contemplating. Unable to speak, I simply nod ... once. "I have an idea on what might make you more comfortable." He gets up and starts stripping out of his clothes. "If you notice, there's only one piece of paper left in the bowl, which means it's the second sex dare. I'll make love to you right after you come." He's standing before me, naked and aroused. I watch him close the glass wall we had left open then sit down with his back against one of the pillars. "Come here but you need to take that pretty dress off first." I somehow manage to make it to my feet, surprised my shaky knees are holding me. My whole body is trembling with anxiety … and anticipation I realize. I lift my dress up over my head and toss it to the ground then reach behind me and unhook my bra. I let it slide off my arms and toss it to the side with my dress. "God, you're beautiful. Absolutely perfect. I can't wait to be inside you. Come here." I finally manage to put one foot in front of the other and cross the short distance and kneel between his parted knees. "Sit in front of me with your back against me." Hhm. Not how I thought he'd like me to be. I turn around and sit down then lean up against his chest. "Love, you're shaking. You don't have to do this." I turn and meet his guilty gaze.

"You wanted me to try," I softly say. "I want to try."

"I'm not making you do anything you're uncomfortable with," he says. "I don't want you hating me when this night is over. This is supposed to be a fun, sexy game, letting us explore each other. I'll just make love to you." He leans toward me and I put my hand on his hard chest. Part of me wants to give in and make love the rest of the evening but there's a smaller part that wants to try and face my fear and make him happy.

"I'm just nervous, Tobias," I say. "I want to try … for you." I lean up and kiss him softly. "Another thing, I could never hate you. You're the other half of my heart. I love you." He kisses me again, more passionately this time. "Why do you want me leaning against you? I thought you wanted to watch." My voice is soft and shy again.

"I'm going to help you," he roughly says. "I love that you're willing to try. You amaze me. You're so brave." Something shifts inside me and 99% of my nervousness is overtaken by the anticipation. He thinks I'm brave. I am brave. I can do this for him just this once. I turn back around and lean against his chest. "You asked why I wanted you to sit this way. First, look straight ahead. I can see you." My eyes focus on the glass wall and I'm surprised. It's acting as a mirror of sorts. We learned about light reflection in upper levels but I don't really understand it. All I know is that all the light we have out here … the candles, the soft white glow from the rope lighting that runs along the pergola I had never noticed before, and the lights of the city … is reflecting off the window letting us see our reflections. "Second, my hands are going to be right alongside yours. I touch you, you touch you." He kisses my neck and a shiver of anticipation goes down my spine. "Sit the way I'm sitting." His voice is husky, betraying how much he wants to do this. I look at him. He's reclined slightly with his legs wide and slightly bent at the knees. I make my body mimic his, sitting wide legged, giving him access to the left side of my neck. I go so far as to rest my legs against his. "Ready, love?" He kisses my neck again.

"Yeah," I breathily say. Hell, my voice is betraying my arousal. He takes me by surprise by first running both his hands over my expanded abdomen. His touch is gentle, featherlight. He runs his fingertips up and over.

"Your turn." I swallow down my apprehension and follow the same path that his hands just took. I feel his heavy breathing on my neck as I put my hands on top of my bump and slowly circle it once then again before dragging my fingers up and over my tummy just like he did. It's surprisingly relaxing and arousing at the same time. He slowly moves his hands from where they've been resting on my hips, gliding the very tips of his fingers up my heated, flushed body and palms both my aching breasts. He caresses and massages them gently until they are swollen and throbbing with need. I moan when I feel him start rolling my sensitive nipples between his calloused fingertips, knowing what I need. He knows my body so well. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out and grasp his legs tightly, causing him to cry out.

"Sorry," I mumble, surprised that a sound comes out since my breath is rushing in and out of my lungs.

"It's okay, love," he raspingly says in my ear. "Do you like my hands on you?"

"Oh, yes," I say, enjoying every caress.

"I think it's your turn," he says and I tense up. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm here to help you the entire way. You can do this." He kisses my ear. I relax at his encouragement but I'm having trouble starting. My hands seem frozen in place. "Here, like this." He picks up my hands and gingerly presses them into my heaving chest then covers my small hands with his and starts massaging my aching breasts, making it feel like it's only my hands on me. My breath catches in my throat as he continues his kneading. "I'm going to take my hands away now." He removes his hands but mine keep moving, spurred on by the wonderful feeling. He kisses my neck as I rub my palms across my aching, sensitive nipples, stroking my breasts the way he does, the way I like. The touch is foreign yet the feeling it produces is exactly the same. "You're doing so well, love," he whispers in my ear. "You have no idea how much I like this." He's wrong about that. I can feel how much he likes this pressing into my lower back. He feels like a red-hot, satin-covered steel shaft at the moment. "Close your eyes and imagine that it's my hands on your beautiful, full breasts." He kisses my neck, and I whimper quietly. He knows what he's doing. I'm going to be orbiting the moon before I come down. I close my eyes and imagine that his fingers are the ones caressing, pinching, pulling, twisting, and rolling my small throbbing buds.

"Mmm," I moan.

"Feel good?" he utters in my ear.

"Yeah." Once again I feel his hands move from my hips and my breathing falters because I know where he's headed this time. I remove my hands from my breasts when I feel him searching my folds for his target. When he glides his middle finger over my nubbin I gasp.

"Tell me, do you like it like this?" He runs his finger with the lightest of touch up and down over my nubbin from top to bottom over and over. "Or do you prefer it this way?" He starts circling the now throbbing bundle of nerves imperceptibly harder. Shit! My hips start dancing to the rhythm his hand sets. He alternates between circles and straight lines, pressing just a little harder and rubbing just a little faster. My legs start to stiffen and my hips won't stay still. "I want you to take over, love."

"No," I groan. He has me so close, I don't want him to stop.

"You can do it," he says against my ear. "You've done so well. I want to see you make yourself come." He stills his finger, and I start whining quietly. He moves my hand and places it between my outstretched thighs. This seems so naughty. I know I wouldn't be doing this if he weren't encouraging me. I start moving my fingers over my aching nubbin slowly at first and I moan … loudly. I increase the speed and pressure, my orgasm building back up quickly. Once again I find myself on the edge. He cups my breasts and massages them as I circle my nubbin over and over. I open my eyes and see that his eyes are transfixed on the image reflecting back at us. I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the reflection and instead fantasize that it's Tobias' able fingers bringing me closer and closer to heaven. My hips are swinging and swaying, and my legs are stiffening again. "Baby you're so close. Are you going to come for me?" My entire body stiffen as what feels like a bolt of lightning rockets from my nubbin straight outward in all directions. My fingers still but he puts his hand over them and continues a frantic pace through several mini shocks and spasms until I ride the intense orgasm to completion. He lets me catch my breath for a second then turns my head and captures my mouth with his in a need-filled kiss bordering on violent. He thrusts his tongue through my lips and ravages my mouth. The feelings radiating off him at the moment are intense, and I don't quite understand. He finally releases me, and I pull in lungful's of much-needed air. "God, I love you. That was fucking amazing, pure and simple." I sit up straight and turn toward him suddenly feeling shy in front of him for the first time in ages. When I drag my eyes up to meet his, his face falls. "Are you alright?" I nod. "You're blushing, love. You shouldn't be embarrassed."

"I never thought I would do that," I whisper.

"Did I make you do something you didn't want to do?" His voice is full of anxiety.

"No, baby," I murmur, closing my eyes. "Don't think that. If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have. It's just … I never thought I would do that and certainly not in front of you."

"Look at me Beatrice Grace," he firmly but lovingly says. I slowly raise my eyelids and meet his burning gaze. "Did you enjoy yourself at all?" I take a deep breath.

"Yes." My eyes flicker down and his erection catches my attention. It looks like it's painful. "Do you need some help with that?" Before I give him the chance to answer, I lean down and take him in my mouth. After a couple of up and down passes, he explodes. Wow, that was quick. I keep him in my mouth until he releases fully then kiss his manhood.

"Thanks for that," he quietly says, flushing. I think he's embarrassed that he came so fast.

"I've never seen you that turned on before," I say.

"I wouldn't have lasted for a second inside of you."

"Will you do something for me?" I ask as I run my fingers over his mouth. He nods. "I want you to make love to me again then I want to sleep under the stars tonight."

"It would be my pleasure," he says, picking up the can of whipped cream he brought with us.

"It'll be my pleasure, too," I say with a giggle.