"No way," she breathed as they parked at the indoor, special long-term parking at the airport. "Four, where are we going?"

"That's not something you need to worry about," he said lightly, an excited, sexy smile on his face.

She hesitatently followed him, staying glued to his side as throngs of people surrounded them. Her chest rose and fell quicker as she started to panic.

Four wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly, "You're okay. The first flight is always overwhelming, love. I won't leave your side."

A few hours later and Tris was strapped in her seat, barely containing her excitement for they were going to Italy. She knew this plan was last minute, but she didn't care. He saw her longing, and he did something about it.

It was an eleven hour flight with a layover in Spain. She couldn't contain herself, and she giggled happily.

Four took her hand in his, smiling as she radiated happiness. He was so glad he had a chance to spoil his one and only.

When they got the chance to take off their seatbelts, Tris stretched out and put her head on Four's chest.

"Thank you for doing this for me, Four," she mumbled sweetly.

He took a deep breath, "My name isn't Four," he whispered.

"I know," said Tris. "You probably chose Four to give yourself some privacy."

"Sort of," his voice got even quieter. "Nothing good was ever associated with my name. But now that I have you..." he trailed off.

"What is your real name?"

"Tobias," he murmured, leaning down closer to her ear.

She shivered as his breath tickled her skin. "Thank you for trusting me, Tobias," she said so sweetly that Tobias could no longer refrain from kissing her sweet lips. He groaned at their touch.

Her lips were so soft and warm, everything he had every dreamed of. It finally felt like the piece in his life, the part of him that dreamt of his girl, was fully complete. He no longer had to spend hours fantasizing about the girl he needed to sweep off of their feet, he just needed to do it, with Tris.

There wasn't anything else to it, nothing but lips touching as an expression of love and happiness.

Tobias pulled back when he could no longer breathe, leaning back down to peck her lips once quickly before moving his cheek to rest on her head allowing him to move his arms around her in a warm, intimate shell of an embrace.

"You've discovered the weapon to silence me," she laughed playfully into his chest.

"It's not a weapon if you enjoy it," he said cheekily, closing his eyes. He was finally, so so happy. They were both so comfortable that they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.