I roll over in bed, reaching out for Tobias but he isn't there. I put my hand on his pillow, and it's ice cold indicating he must have gotten up a while ago. I look at the clock, and it says 12:02 p.m. I swear I haven't done anything but sleep for the past two days. Apparently, fighting off death serum makes a person extremely tired. I even missed the executions last night because I couldn't stay awake. Tobias made the decision to go to the Hub without me. When I woke up and realized he was gone, I was irritated at first but then figured I really didn't need to see the punishments as long as I knew the drama was over. I tried to wait up for him but I was too exhausted, and I fell back to sleep.

The sound of the shower turning on catches my attention. An idea pops into my head, and I roll out of bed. I head into the bathroom and see Tobias through the opaque walls of our large shower washing his hair. He obviously didn't hear me come in because he doesn't stop what he's doing. I quickly strip off my pajama bottoms and lacy camisole and throw them in the hamper. I get a couple more towels and put them with his.

I open the shower door, and the light scent of Tobias' shampoo overwhelms me momentarily. I step inside the hot, steamy shower but he still doesn't notice I'm around because he's standing under the hot water rising his hair. I close the door, take a step closer to him, and lightly touch his shoulder. He jerks his head in my direction and looks down at me in surprise. I smile brightly up at him.

"Hi," I say, not knowing what else to say. He leisurely takes in my naked appearance and smiles back at me, his eyes sparkling.

"Hello, yourself," he says. I reach for the bottle of his shower gel and pour some in my hands.

I get a good lather going and say, "Here, let me help you." After he finishes rinsing the shampoo from his hair, he steps out from under the water, and I slowly run my soapy hands all over the hard muscles of his hairless chest and arms. I love how they feel under my slippery fingers. For the first time, I really notice his shampoo and body wash are the same delicious woodsy scent. He steps back under the water and lets the lather rinse off his beautiful body. He then picks up my coconut-scented body wash and pours some into his hand.

"Your turn," he says with a grin on his face. He washes my front paying special attention to my small, firm breasts. He cups them with both his hands then kneads them gently, all the while staring deeply into my eyes. By the time he's done, I'm squeaky clean, and my nipples are standing at attention, aching for more of his touch. He takes a step back and lets me under the water to let the soap rinse down the drain.

He carefully turns me around, and I feel his lips on my neck and shoulder. I hear him pour more shower gel into his hands, and he starts massaging the lather into my shoulders, working out a few knots I didn't even know I had. I practically melt against him. I didn't realize how good it would feel to have his hands moving over my body with the assistance of the slippery shower gel. When he's done massaging and cleaning my entire backside, I have him turn around while I let the water rinse my body. I give him the same special treatment he just gave me. I start with his neck and work my way down, running my soapy hands over every detail of his tattoo. I don't stop at his waist either. I add more shower gel to my hands, and massage the lather into his tight behind. He lets his head hang back, and I hear a moan escape his throat causing me to smile even brighter. I love that my touch turns him on. I still don't understand it, but I've come to accept he wants me as much as I want him. I move him under the shower spray and kiss his tattoo and run my fingertips lightly up and down his slippery body as the water washes him clean.

He carefully turns us around on the slippery tiles and has me sit on the small shower bench that sits in the corner of the shower and directs the spray of water so it hits us both. He gets down on his knees in front of me so we're eye to eye. He once again fills his hand with my shower gel and thoroughly rubs it between his fingers, never taking his eyes off mine. He takes my left calf in his hands and slowly runs his soapy hands up to the top of my thigh and down to the tips of my toes. My leg looks so small in his massive hands. Then he turns his attention to my right leg and repeats every movement until my legs have never been so clean. I automatically part my thighs for him and lean myself back against the wall, giving him access to the most very intimate part of me. He never takes his eyes off of mine as he rubs his hands up and down and around my thighs. My breath catches in my throat every time his fingers graze my womanhood. It doesn't take me long to realize he's teasing. Every time his fingers come close to where I want them, he backs off.

"Tobias," I moan. "Quit teasing." He laughs at me.

"Tell me, love," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "what do you want?" Fire floods my cheeks at the thought of telling him what I want. My eyes widen, and I just stare at him. All I can think about is the hammering of my heart in my chest. He starts to get up off his knees as he says, "Well if you're done, we might as well get out of the shower." I reach out my hands and grab his arm a little too roughly, pulling him toward me. He slips a little but regains his footing and goes back to his kneeling position.

"You're mean," I say and he chuckles. He continues looking in my eyes, waiting patiently. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. I put my lips up to his ear and whisper, "I want you to touch me." I take his hand and guide it between my outstretched legs showing him where exactly I want him to touch me. I move my mouth to his and capture it with hungry urgency. He slowly starts to circle my aching nubbin with his thumb as his tongue dances with mine. I sigh into his open mouth, and I can feel him smile. I hold him to me as the water hits us both in the side of the face. He gently inserts a callused finger inside me, moving it slowly in time with his thumb that's still circling. I feel my stomach muscles tighten as the pleasure Tobias is producing moves through me then he abruptly stops and moves his hand away. I break away from his kiss.

"Don't stop," I scream. I grab for his hand to put it back but he's much stronger than I am on a normal day. Now with desire-spiked blood running through my veins, I'm practically a 90-pound weakling. His hand doesn't move. "Please, Tobias," I beg. "Why did you stop? God, you're killing me." Finally remorse flashes in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tris," he says, regret in his voice. "I was just trying to have a little fun. Looks like it wasn't much fun for you." He inserts not one but two fingers inside me and picks up the in-and-out pace but he doesn't put his thumb back on my nubbin. Instead he slides further down on the shower floor and puts my right leg over his shoulder. I put one hand on the shower wall and the other on his shoulder to steady myself. My breathing increases in anticipation of what's to come. "I'm going to make it up to you." He smiles suggestively at me then dips his head down. I spread my legs even further for him and scoot my behind forward to give him greater access. He puts his lips where his thumb had just been and sucks lightly on my nubbin making me moan as he moves his fingers in and out of me. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of his mouth. There's only one sensation I like more than this and that's the feeling of him buried deep within me. He nibbles at the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, adds a light swirl of his tongue, then goes back to sucking. I grasp his head and keep it held firmly in place. I don't want this to stop anytime soon, and he seems to know what I'm thinking.

He's doing a damn good job of teasing me again but this time I don't mind. He brings me right to the brink then slows his fingers and moves away from my nubbin making my climax back off. Then when he's sure I'm not in danger of falling over the edge, he moves back to my aching bundle of nerves and starts the sweet torture all over again. After about the third time of doing this, I'm panting and writhing against him. I just can't stand it anymore. I need the release he's denying me.

"Please don't," I say with a whimper when I feel him start to slow yet again. "I need to come. Please, Tobias, please." I can't believe the words coming from my mouth. Normally I'd be beet red saying something like this to him but right now I don't care. I need the relief.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asks, looking up at me, his fingers slowing further. I stare into his eyes and manage to nod at him. "Okay." He adds a third finger inside me and puts his mouth back on me and relentlessly circles my nubbin with his talented tongue. He curls his fingers slightly as he picks up the pace, and a jolt so powerful hits me that I swear I've just been struck by lightning. My toes curl and my breathing stops for a moment as the bolt of electricity surges through my body. Once I can breathe again, I scream his name at full volume and firmly grasp his head to me with both my hands as tiny electric shocks make my body shudder uncontrollably. Then I shiver despite the heat of the hot water beating down on us.

"Tobias," I say once I'm able to speak again, "damn I love you." He gets up on his knees in between my outstretched legs and wraps his arms around me. He slowly moves his mouth toward my trembling lips, and we kiss slowly for what seems like hours. When he pulls back he has that confident, smug grin on his face, and I shake my head at him. He obviously is very proud of himself for making me come so hard.

He gets up and grabs my bottle of shampoo. I try to stand but my legs aren't working quite yet. He pours a little coconut shampoo out in his hands and starts lathering up my hair. It feels strange having him wash my hair but nice at the same time. After he washes it thoroughly, he helps me stand up and my legs seem fine. He rinses my hair and applies the conditioner. A giggle escapes my lips as I think of something.

"What?" Tobias says, eyeing me as he runs his hands through my hair.

"It's a good thing we have a tankless water heater," I say. "I imagine we've been in here nearly an hour." He smiles and nods at me.

"Are you ready to get out?" he asks with a seductive smile on his face and more mischief in his eyes. I shake my head at him, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"You aren't clean yet," I say as I help him rinse the conditioner out of my hair. "Don't you need conditioner too? You've only washed your hair."

"Oh, yeah," he says, touching his hair. I think he forgot what he was doing when I stepped in the shower. He sits down on the little shower bench and hands me his conditioner. I open the bottle and inhale the scent that is Tobias. He smiles at me again. I pour a little in my hands and rub them together like I do when I put conditioner on my hair then gently glide my fingers through his tresses. He finds his mouth is at the perfect level and reaches out to pull me closer, kissing each of my breasts. Then he draws one of my nipples into his mouth, causing a moan to escape my lips. I close my eyes as I run my fingers through his hair feeling his mouth on me. Then I take a step backward, and he frowns up at me for taking his toys away.

"Rinse," I say. He slowly gets up and stands under the water and rinses his hair. I pick up his shower gel and point at the shower seat again when he opens his eyes and looks at me. I notice an odd look crosses his face as he sits down, and I kneel in front of him. I put the shower gel in my hands and move them over his legs, starting at his left foot and ankle then working my way up his leg, across his hips and groin, and down his right leg to his foot and ankle. Once I move out of the way, the shower washes all the lather away leaving him clean and fully aroused. He always takes such good care of me that I decide it's time for something new. My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of what I'm about to do. I've never even thought of this before. I can see his breath coming in short, shallow pants. The strange look is back on his face. I can't figure out what he's thinking. I reach out and take his throbbing length in my hand and gently stroke him. The addition of the water makes the action effortless.

"I know what you're thinking, Tris, and you don't have to do that," he says, completely serious. I look up into his eyes then sit back on my feet, not taking my hand off him. I examine his eyes, his breathing, his pulse, and his desire. He may say he doesn't want me to but I don't think he means it.

"You don't want me to?" I inquire, disappointment rising. I want to do this for him. I could be wrong. I love it when his mouth is on me but maybe that isn't something he would enjoy. He frowns at my question.

"That's not it," he says. "I ... that ... Tris." He's as tongue-tied as I get sometimes.

"Please be honest with me, Tobias," I say. "Do you want my mouth on you or not?" He looks at me for a full minute before he answers.

"Yes, I do," he roughly says. I get back up on my knees, kneeling between his spread legs. I never stop the slow rhythm my hand has created, and I just look at him. I really don't have a clue what to do. I think about what he does to me. He uses his mouth and tongue but he also uses his lips and teeth a little.

"If you don't like something, tell me," I whisper. "Okay?" He nods at me as his breath hitches in his throat. I remember the first time he used his mouth and fingers on me. I remember the confusion that went through my head but I also remember the intense pleasure I didn't even know was possible. I wonder what's going on in his mind right now. I realize I'm stalling. If I hesitate for too long, he's not going to let me try this.

I stop the stroking and tentatively touch my lips to the side of his throbbing, hard shaft with a kiss, and he gasps for air. I look up into his eyes and take my tongue and gently glide it from the base of his erection up to just below the head, and he grasps the shower seat until his knuckles are white with exertion. My heart is beating a crazy rhythm in my chest as I slowly repeat the action over and over. I look up into his glazed eyes with a shy little smile, my inexperience showing.

I move my mouth up and use just the tip of my tongue to lightly circle around the head, and an intense guttural moan escapes his lips. He seems to like what I'm doing. He moves one of his hands to the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair. He's careful not to apply any pressure but I can tell he's holding himself back. He wants more. I decide to face this new fear, and I take his length into my mouth, sucking gently to create a suction. When I feel him at the back of my throat I move back up. I realize there's no way his entire length will fit in my mouth so I make up the difference with my hand. I create a slow rhythm at first trying to synchronize my movements. It doesn't take me very long until I'm successful, and I increase the speed. He's moaning almost constantly now.

"Tris ... oh God ... Tris," he says. "Shit ... damn ... Tris, you're gonna have to stop ... please, Tris ... oh, it feels so good." He hangs on the so until it's at least 10 syllables long. Incredibly, I feel him swell even larger in my mouth. After a while he tenses, and I know what's going to happen but I don't stop. I keep up the steady rhythm with my mouth and hand. When I feel his body stiffen, I hold him fully in my mouth but continue the movement with my hand. He arches his back, screams my name, and unloads his passion into my mouth. I continue the movement of my hand on his incredibly still-hard shaft until he's fully emptied himself into me. It isn't the best thing in the world that I've tasted but it's not that bad so I decide to swallow the remains since most of it slid straight down my throat anyway. I move my mouth away from him, and I let go of his length. I keep my shy eyes on him until he opens his to look at me. I'm holding my breath until I know how he feels.

"Wow," he says right before his mouth crashes into mine. He kisses me savagely until we're both gasping for air. "I love you so much." I smile brilliantly at him.

He stands up and helps me to his feet. He finally shuts the water off, and we step out into the chilly air of the bathroom, and I involuntarily shiver. He wraps a towel around me then picks up one for himself. I dry myself then towel dry my hair as he's drying himself off. I think we both know we aren't finished. I catch a glimpse behind his towel at his fully erect manhood and look up into his eyes. I let my towel fall to the floor and take him by the hand. He drops his towel as I lead him into the bedroom. Together we strip the bed down to its bare necessities and lie next to one another.

"You really didn't have to do that you know," he say, running his hands through my damp hair.

"I wanted to," I say, realizing I never told him that. I lightly run my hand down his shoulder and arm and lace my fingers with his. I feel the shyness coming back, and I can't quite bring myself to meet his eyes. "Did you like it? Did I do okay?"

"Are you kidding me?" he says, forcing my chin up so he can look in my eyes. "You were incredible. That was ... amazing. I loved it and I can't imagine it getting any better than what you just did." This time a shy look comes over his face. "Did you like it?" Did I?

"Yeah, I did," I say, hiding my head. "Do you like it when you do that to me?"

"Yes," he says, not having to think about it. "Knowing I can give you that kind of pleasure. It's kind of ..."

"Intoxicating?" I finish. He smiles brightly at me and suddenly his mouth is on mine again. He kisses me until I can't think straight. I break away, pulling in a lungful of air as his mouth finds the sensitive spot below my left ear. He lightly licks, sucks, then finally bites the spot, and I find the familiar pressure building just below my navel, and my stomach muscles tighten. "Make love to me, Tobias. Please. I need you inside me."

We're both too turned on to take things slowly. He rolls so he's on top of me. He moves his mouth to mine and kisses me passionately as he places himself at my entrance. He slowly enters me, an inch or two at a time, until he's deeply inside me. He doesn't move. He just stares down into my eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my ankles around his waist. He lowers his mouth to mine as he pulls almost all the way out of me then slowly pushes fully in. He starts a slow, familiar pace at first, and I meet every one of his thrusts with one of my own.

"I want on top," I say in between kisses, and he rolls us so I can take control. I put my hands on either side of his head and force myself down on his hard length as he thrusts upward. I rock against him for a long time, my orgasm slowly building.

"Can I be on top?" he asks, looking up into my face. I lower my lips to his as I anxiously impale myself on his massive manhood as I move myself and him closer to shared bliss and give him a passionate kiss. When I pull back I nod at him, and he rolls us again. He slams into me over and over again, and I meet his thrusts and match them. He reaches down and wraps his arms around my knees, opening my small body to further accommodate each of his powerful thrusts. I'm so close now to the familiar cliff that all I need is a little nudge. I move with him, never missing a single beat. I feel him tense above me as he explodes deep within my body just as I convulse around him in soul shattering pleasure. He collapses on top of me, and I take his full weight. When my breathing returns to normal, I caress his face to make him look at me.

"Do you realize we only made love for the first time two weeks ago today?" I ask, still caressing his face. He nods and leans over me on his forearms taking part of his weight off me. He knows I like to feel him even without me telling him. "It's been an incredible two weeks, Tobias. Promise me something."

"Anything," he says, a serious look on his face.

"Promise me it will always be this way. I don't ever want to go a day without this intense yearning that I feel for you. I would be lost without it."

"I can't imagine it being any other way," he says. "As long as you want me this way, I'll be here to make love to you."

"There will never be a time when I don't want that ... want you," I say. "There might be times when I'm tired, or sick, or grouchy but I'll always want you. I love you too much not to."

"I love you, too," he says. He rolls us so we're on our sides but he's still buried within me. "I feel so comfortable ... so at ease now that the nonsense with the lists is over."

"Yeah, me too," I say.

"Now we can look forward to the next chapter in our life," he says, gently stroking my hair. "Getting married, having babies, raising our family."

"This is the beginning of our happily ever after, isn't it?" I say to Tobias. "I can't wait." I draw him closer to me for another kiss, desire spreading through me once again. His cellphone vibrates on the nightstand but we ignore it until it stops. Almost immediately it vibrates again. He moves away from me and picks up the phone. I can tell by the look on his face he doesn't know who it's from.

"Hello," he says in his typical Four voice. He listens intently to the person on the other end of the phone, and his face falls with each word said. "We'll be there as soon as we can." He hangs up the phone and turns to look at me with a grave expression on his face. "There's something wrong with the baby."