Fourtris Fluff

Cuddles, not Kisses

As realization dawns on Zeke's face, he ran out of the room. I laughed at him and Tobias starts to laugh with me. As he starts another round of laughter, he hacks for a minute or two. As soon as the fit was over, he took a deep breath and laid his head back on the pillow. I stroked his arm knowingly with a small smile playing on my lips. We both know without a doubt that he hates being sick. I stand up and tell him I'll be back. As I'm almost out the door, he calls my name.

"Tris, where are you going? I need to know," he softly calls out. In a flash, I'm hovering over him with a smirk on my face.

"Jealous much?" I ask while stifling a snort of laughter. All he does is glare at me through sick and tired eyes. I laugh and kiss him on the top of his nose. He tries to catch my lips with his but I'm too quick for his sluggish movements. I back up a little, all the while wagging my finger in a scolding way.

"No way Mister. No more full kisses until you're better. I don't want any of your boy germs!"

"Whatever. At least cuddle me?" the last part comes out as a question and he knows I can't resist. I toss my head in agreement and climb over him to my side of the bed. His warmth and intoxicating smell draws me into a deep sleep. I'm out and snuggled close to him in less than two minutes.

************************** All characters, plot, and ideas belong to the beautiful and talented Veronica Roth.