We've got each other...she had Tris, and Tris had her, whether it was to pull her away from Death itself or just to let her into her bed, to keep the dark at bay. They were connected, pulling each other towards the light in an endless loop of salvation that left her feeling suddenly, strangely light.

She felt like she could float away right then, but she let Tris keep her anchored, as was her place in Allison's world now. She let the warmth of her body as she smile and bent to kiss Tris again, deep and insistent this time as she shifted so she was no longer straddling both of Tris's legs, just one as the hand on her hip slid higher, tracing over an exposed strip of skin where her sleep shirt had ridden up.

She hesitated only a moment, then let her hand move higher, under her shirt, carefully but eagerly tracing up the slope of her waist and over the lower curve of her ribcage.