AUTHORS NOTE: Okay so, this is my first fanfic EVER, so please be gentle with reviews. However, please tell me what you think.

(First Chapter! Sorry it's a bit short.)

Tobias POV:

I wake up to see Tris sleeping lightly beside me, and I smile. My beautiful Tris Prior. It has been twelve months since she passed initiation, marking an impressive first on the boards. But I wasn't surprised. I knew she could do it. I gently brush a purple strand of hair from her face. It wasn't until a few weeks ago until I noticed how much Tris had changed. Her body now looked like a normal 16-17 year old's. Not that I was staring at her boobs and butt or anything. It was noticeable when you first saw her. She had gotten maybe three inches taller, and her figure was more lady-like. She was still muscular, though. She got a purple streak on the right side of her head, and I must admit, it suited her well. Other Dauntless boys had been trying to peek at her. But there was no way I'd let them touch my Tris. I smile to myself. Things with me and her had gotten serious. She moved in to my apartment However, she hasn't gotten rid of her fear of sex. I intend to get her out of that maybe in a few months.

I hear a quiet groan and turn around to see Tris with her beautiful blue-gray eyes open. "Tobias?" she says wearily. "What time is it?" I turn my head around to the alarm clock. "It's 7:00, love," I reply smoothly. I gently lift up her chin and press my lips to hers. She smiles in our kiss, then presses harder. I love Dauntless kisses. There must be a winner. It's all the more pleasuring when we start fighting with our tongues. It's a fight, but none-the-less it's romantic, and it feels good. I smirk when I hear a loud moan escape Tris' lips. Her eyes widen slightly. She didn't mean to do it out loud. I laugh and pull away. "How cute," I tease.

"Oh, shut up!" she snaps. I smile. She doesn't mean it. I can see it in her eyes. Humor is lit up in them. "You should be happy that you can make me uh... moan like that."

"I'd love it if you did it more often," I flirt. Tris grins and gets on top of me. She playfully runs her hands on my chest. Tris and I usually play around, but usually no clothes come off. An exception is when we might both take off our shirts. But Tris always just has a tight black tank top underneath. I cup her cheeks.

"I hate to interrupt, but we should start getting ready for work." Tris and I work training the initiates. We were going to begin training a new batch today. I see disappointment in her face and chuckle softly. "We can finish this later," I say. Tris nods and swings her legs off of me. She then hops out of our bed and goes to her dresser.

"What do you think, Tobias? Tight or normal?" She holds two separate outfits. Personally, I like the tighter one better. It would make her look lean and intimidating, but sexy at the same time. The normal ones were alright, but it made her look like she wasn't at work. Just relaxing.

"I'm going with tight. It makes you look more... vicious," I finally say with a wink. Tris rolls her eyes playfully. "Alright," she says. She goes into the bathroom to change. I walk over and get some black pants with a tight black shirt, the usual. Several minutes after I'm done I see Tris walk out of the bathroom, fresh makeup on her face. She wears mascara and smoky eye shadow, making her eyes pop. Her hair is now up in a low ponytail with the purple strand of hair out of the tie. She looked incredible. Hot. Beautiful.

"Wow..." I say, gaping. Tris smiles and wraps her hands behind my neck. She cradles it for a moment, then gently presses her lips on mine. It's not a Dauntless kiss. Just a simple one. But it's special if it's from Tris. "You look great."

She runs her hand through the purple section of her hair that she left out of her . It looked edgy. Like she was dangerous and rebellious. "Thanks," she purrs. "Want to go get breakfast? We have a half an hour." I nod and we walk out of our apartment hand in hand.

When we are in the cafeteria, Tris automatically grabs a muffin and runs over to Christina, Will, and Uriah. I laugh. It's kind of a routine she had. Wake up, talk to me, get a muffin, sit next to her friends. Usually some of my friends are at the same table, so me and Tris still stay together. I grab a muffin myself and plop down next to Zeke and Tris. Then the conversation starts up.

"Wow, Tris," I hear Christina say. "Nice outfit. Something special? You usually don't dress like that." I see Will, Uriah, and Zeke nod in agreement. Of course, all the boys at the table have eyes on her. I sigh. Tris narrows her eyes.

"If you boys haven't noticed, I have a boyfriend," she says flatly. I grin. I can tell she's struggling to be serious. "And most of you have girlfriends." She quickly turns the subject around and answers Christina's question. "I'm meeting the new initiates today. I wanna look edgy and intimidating."

"Well, it worked," Christina responses, patting Tris on the shoulder. "Terrify them."

"I intend to," Tris growls, pretending to be menacing. Christina's face turns red and she starts laughing. This is why I love Dauntless. Freedom. We have the freedom to laugh, fight, do whatever we like. But I still think the factions are a mistake. I think we could all live in harmony. Kind, selfless, honest, smart, and brave. That would be perfect. I suddenly see a hand waving in my face. Zeke's.

"Four, you daydreaming about Tris or something?" Now all eyes are on me.

"No. I just want to figure out how I'm going to break those new initiates." I see Tris frowning. She knew what I was thinking about. But she nods. She's smart enough to keep quiet.

"I already have a strategy," Christina says. I forgot, she would be training initiates, too. "I'm just going to scare the stuffing out of them!" Her eyes widen slightly. "Not like Eric, though. I'm not making anyone hang from the chasm or be a knife target. Tris nods slowly. I remember when I had to throw knives at her. It was scary. I kept thinking about accidentally hitting the small Abnegation girl, who at the time was so weak... but brave and selfless, definitely.

"We have to go now," Tris says, her eyes gazing at the clock. "Come on, Christina, To-Four." She had to catch herself from calling me "Tobias." Tris knew I preferred only that she call me by my name. All three of us wave goodbye to our friends, and Christina pecks Will on the lips. We run to Dauntless training quarters.