So anyone who did the math from the last chapter will realize that Tris and Tobias have about 6 hours for their "nap." Even taking time to and from the apartment into account, that's still a little over 5 hours. The point is no one needs that long to nap, so yes this chapter will have some dirty bits cut out, check out my a03 page for the full content (if you are of age of course). I'm trying to cut stuff from the appropriate places to keep to the teen rating but to be honest I have a hard time deciding what is or isn't appropriate for teens. Neither of my parents were very strict so they didn't pay much attention to my reading material. Hell I used to read my mom's harlequin romance novels in elementary school when I was out of books between library visits. So if I leave in something that in your opinion isn't teen rated please let me know so I can cut it.

Gun control means being able to hit your target

Tobias

I arrive back at my apartment to wait for Tris, god I hope she doesn't want to nap right away. My arousal from breakfast has been plaguing me all morning and I really need to do something about it. I hear a knock at the door and smile, finally. I pull Tris in quickly and hug her to me while closing and locking the door. "So you wanted a nap right? There is time for a long one, or we could," she cuts me off mid-sentence and presses me against the door. Her lips smash into mine and the thoughts of a nap that I didn't really want anyway leave my mind.

She wraps her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in the short tufts of my hair, holding me as close as she can. Her tongue darts out, running along the length of my bottom lip, and I fight the urge to groan. I force myself not to beg for more.

Later we lie down on the bed and I pull Tris towards me, letting her wrap herself around my side and over my chest. She purrs sleepily "nap time now, right? Will you set an alarm so we don't over sleep?" I run my fingers through her hair while setting the alarm, cuddle her close and follow her to sleep.

Tris

I hurry back to the dorms and follow my friends to gun training; repeating Tobias' advice to myself so I don't forget. He told me to picture someone I hate, a person I would truly love to kill, in place of the target and shoot at them. He also advised me to plant my feet firmly, aim carefully and don't fight the kick back, just absorb it while following the motion through.

This all seems easier said than done and I hope I don't disappoint him by sucking. Four is suddenly in front of us giving instructions "In Dauntless, gun control means being able to hit your target. The basic idea is simple, hold your gun, aim, and pull the trigger." He gives a quick demonstration which I pay rapt attention to. Four loads his bullets, aims the gun and fires rapidly at a target, half the shots go through the same hole in the head and the other half go through the heart, also in the same location. "You may begin, and pay attention, that's a dangerous weapon in your hands."

I picture Marcus Eaton in place of my blank target. This is the man who beat my best friend black and blue for years; who killed a part of him that I fear will never come back. I remember rubbing antibiotic paste over Tobias's body every day, carefully cleaning the cuts and lash marks. Yes, Marcus is a man I would love to have the pleasure of killing.

I aim carefully and shoot, the first shot going through his head and try not to cringe when the gun jumps back and hits me in the jaw. I firm up my arms and fire again and again. All of my shots land in the head and heart, though I save one bullet and aim for the family jewels just for fun. "You know the lack of blood and desperate pleading kind of diminishes the fun of this a bit," I say this in a joking voice but in reality, I am kind of serious.

Tobias

I have been walking around for a while observing everyone's shooting, thank god no one is too bad. They are all hitting their targets, even if some aren't hitting anywhere vital. I hear Tris' comment and can't help but laugh and reply "yes, I agree, shooting paper is kind of boring. I'm impressed stiff, you are a good shot, I especially like the cheap shot to the balls."

I watch her and the others reload and keep shooting. But I hear Christina ask her "how in the hell are you doing that? Is there like a secret or something?" Tris laughs evilly and replies "just picture someone you truly hate and would love to see dead in front of the target, works wonders." I'm unsurprised when Peter chimes in wondering aloud what he did to make Tris hate him enough to shoot off his privates. She shrugs dismissively when she replies "wow Peter you are full of yourself. You can't possibly imagine that you are that important? You're merely an annoyance; the person I am picturing in place of my target truly deserves to die."

The initiates spend about 2 hours shooting, I can tell they are getting tired and I am getting really bored. "Finish off the ammo in your guns, and then you are free to go. Be back tomorrow for hand to hand at 8 sharp." I watch Tris head off with her friends all of them chattering excitedly about how much fun shooting is. It's dinner time, I hope there is cake, I would really love some Dauntless cake. I would love it even more if I could eat it off of Tris' sexy body. But that's a thought for another day. Or at least a fantasy to save until I am alone in bed tonight.