Finding Home

Part Nine

A/N: I know. I've been incredibly lazy and I bet most of you know the 'writer's block' feeling. It's real great (not). My sincere apologies for this really long wait. All I can say is life got in the way, which is sort of a valid excuse. Anyways, enjoy. Excuse an errors, I did go over this chapter to fix anything, but sorry in advance if you catch a mistake(s).

Nine

Four years ago...

An eight-foot Balsam Fir towers over the little five-foot three Tris. Even going on her tippy-toes is completely useless due to the great heat difference. Tris holds a cardboard box to her side with at least fifty different ornaments in them. She hangs them one-by-one to the best of her ability.

"Can you at least help me?" She picks out a round ornament and chucks it at Tobias.

"I'm okay, I'm just enjoying my eggnog here." Tobias eyes her ass as she huffs and turn around.

"Stop staring at my ass." Tobias is bewildered at the fact that somehow Tris was able to know that he was staring at her tush.

"I'm not allowed to stare at my beautiful fiancé?" He questions.

"No, not unless you help." Tris turns around and places both hands on her hip glaring at Tobias.

"That's not fair." He calmly sets his mug down on the coffee table and approaches Tris. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him. "Do you want to know why?"

She doesn't say anything.

He attacks her neck which she immediately allows access to. "Because you're mine. And I can do whatever I please to you." He tucks his hand under the hem of her flannel shirt. He rubs circles on the soft flesh of her stomach. Tobias gently places kisses along her neck, her jaw line, and cheek.

"Mmm." She moans.

His hands lower to her bum and cups it, gently hoisting her upwards. She wraps her legs around his waist and pushes her hips so makes contact with his now hard on. Tobias plays with her bra and gently caresses her erect peaks through the fabric.

Tris sighs. "You like that, love?" Tris bites her lips but doesn't say anything. "Do you like it when I touch you like that, babe?" He asks again. Tris becomes jello under his touch and becomes extremely grateful that Tobias is currently holding her up. Tris doesn't trust herself to hold herself together, especially when he is touching her like this.

"Mhm." She hums.

"What? What was that?" Tobias loves it when he is able to push her buttons when it comes to, well, sexual activity.

"I like it when you touch me."

"Only like?"

"You're okay." She teases. "I've had better." Which is a lie and he knows it because they we each other's first.

He scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes. "In that case..." He lets her down on the ground.

"What, what?" She is so hot and ready for him and the fact that he just stopped doing that, drives her insane.

"Since I'm only okay to you...I'll just stop then." He teases her.

"Please." She begs. Tris begs.

"Is the Tris Prior begging me to touch her?" He runs the tip of his nose along her jaw. She pushes him off her earning a groan for Tobias. "Because usually it's the other way around." And then his voice drops half an octave. "I love it when you touch me."

Tris is unable to say anything because if she does, her words will deceive her.

Tobias takes this cue to continue talking. "I love it when you wrap your tiny hands on me." He takes both of her hands and place it on top of his crotch. "You feel that?" His whispers tickle the top of her ear. "That's all you."