A/N: Hello! I have read your reviews and found out that there are some who're favor of the first one; others of the second one; while there are of both. And since I think both scenes would be a good idea, I decided to write the two of them. Tobias has showed Tris his fear landscape and in return, I suppose Tris has to trust him with hers. Likewise, the Ferris wheel scene is an interesting thing for me since in the concept of this story; Tobias was already together with Eliza when he and Tris climbed up the wheel. But for the meantime, this chapter will be focused on some FourTris romance. That is why I'm going to stop talking now and let you read the idea that I've come up with during Biology class. (Our teacher was absent so I formed scenarios in my head 'bout how shall this chapter will turn out like.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent; Veronica Roth does. : )

Enjoy reading!

Chapter Thirty Five: Our Time Together

Tris' POV

In less than three weeks, the doctor, Vita, noticed that I was doing well. She has observed that I was following her advises which she guaranteed to be a huge help for me to be better soon. According to her surveillance, furthermore, it's not a disadvantage on my part that I couldn't do the usual things anymore. But of course, at the same time, she reminded me to keep an eye on my health status. I was so glad last Tuesday when she dropped by to the room where I was with Tobias and a few of my friends to announce that I could finally log out of the infirmary. After a day or two when I'm no longer confined, I became cautious of how I do courses of action; but when I felt as comfortable as before again, I began to move offhand.

At that time when Vita said the good news, I thought Tobias would accompany me in the dormitory where I, together with my friends, remained. But he took me by surprise when he brought me to a place that I had no idea what was for initially. I stood before an apartment as he just watched me wonder why we were there. I already had a clue on the last minute of what was it about but I was late to tell him what my guess is when he pulled out a key from the pocket of his jeans. He shook the key between my eyes, smiled at me and said,

"I got you your apartment."

And in that moment, my expression automatically lightened up that I threw my arms around his neck to gather him in an embrace. He chuckled against my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist. My belly hurt a bit during our encounter but I didn't care. When I leaned back to utter thank you, he interrupted me with an urgent kiss that I instantly returned with a more urgent one. Starting that day, I have moved in with my belongings to the apartment that I could call as my own. Christina, and the rest of my friends, also reckoned that they want a specific place of theirs so they got their own in less than a week. However, that doesn't bring us apart one another. Since they are already aware of my and Tobias's relationship, we would come together in one table during breakfast and dinner. Tobias and I would always sit by side and we often get caught being sweet to each other that make my friends tease us with, "So when is the wedding?" and we just laugh over it. I and Tobias aren't arriving to talk about that point yet. Not now, I suppose. We could still enjoy doing a lot of things together as a couple before we decide to settle down. There's a right time for that.

Today, Friday, I attended my shift at the tattoo parlor. Tori, too, has discovered about what's going on between me and Tobias. As a matter of fact, everyone is already aware about it. It makes us comfortable to be an actual couple without people hissing to each other of why we are together. It's also good to know that they no longer stick around the issue about Tobias's past. It seems as though they're over it—which is exactly how it's supposed to be—and we can be ourselves in public.

I am standing before the desk of my cubicle, flipping pages of a magazine that I found at the backstage of the parlor. Tori is up with a cheesecake on her own chair, waiting for a customer to come in. As she takes bites of the delicacy, she is trying to catch me blush through asking how I and Tobias are doing.

"We're great," I answer with an awkward smile. "He said he would just handle something at the training room while I'm on shift."

Tori makes a sound which I don't know what for. It is like she's stressing out meaning that I am clueless about and I think that way because she is smirking. When I ask her why with a low tone, I am startled with the sudden presence behind me. A pair of fingers tickles me in the waist that I hear myself escape a hysterical laugh and I twirl my back around to find Tobias wearing the boyish grin that never fails to make me giggle.

"I knew it!" I say between laughter. "And I thought you're at the training room?"

He corners me by placing his hands on the desk behind me and leaning his face closer to mine. His arms are on my both sides, preventing me from going. "I just got there." He says. "Now I'm here to fetch you."

I settle my hands sideways next to his on the desk and furrow my brows. "Fetch me? W-where are we going?"

"You'll know about that later." He briefly answers. "And I think you'd find it fun." From the corner of my eye, I can detect that Tori is watching us. If I would tilt my head on the right to confirm that, I might ruin the moment in awkwardness. That is why, as much as possible, I try not to make a lot of moves from my position. Tobias is still cornering me with his arms, looking at me in the eyes, and then slowly closing the distance between our faces. At the next second, his lips are already pressed into mine. It isn't like the kiss that we had outside my apartment. This one is soft and slow but nevertheless, we both can feel the tension. We kiss for a longer while, there at my cubicle, standing. As it goes on, I find my hands moving around his neck and his hands, too, switch around my waist. It is when he tries to deepen the kiss that the realization of having Tori watching us, hit me. I slowly pull away to check her reaction but she is just smiling at me—smiling at us. Tobias looks from me to Tori yet unlike me, he seems as though he doesn't find this awkward. But after a while of exchanging stares, the silence subsides when he chuckles.

"This is not the place, I guess." He says.

Tori just let out a dry laugh to tell us that it was okay, however, in my part, I am edgy. But thankfully, Tobias doesn't take the moment for too long. He releases his hands from the desk and asks me, "Shall we?" I simply nod as I pull the small of my back away from the desk and he takes my hand with his. I turn to Tori before we could reach the exit to ask her if it would just be fine to be gone in a while when actually, I have no idea for how long am I going to be away. She doesn't pause or stutter when she replies, "Of course," in an average tone.

And then finally, hand in hand, I and Tobias walk out of the parlor. I try to ask him again of where are we going but the only response that I receive from him is a small smile and a, "You'll see."

Xxxx

We aren't walking within five minutes yet when I thought I already have a clue of where he's going to take me. We turn to the right direction, then to the left, then to right again. He said he just came from the training room and that he dropped by the parlor to fetch me. If I would consider that, he meant to say that he'd take me in the training room. But as we're just a few inches away from there, I begin to ask myself of why he chose that place for us to be alone. The question leaves me when we finally reach the entrance.

As I step in, the first sentiment that I feel is nostalgia. How long has it been since we're trained in shooting, fighting, and throwing knives? Four months? Five months? I can't recall. All that I could remember is how I was estimating the target with the dagger on my hand, fighting the punching bag as though it's human, and stumbling backwards when I shoot the pistol. I am flashing back to the many old times that I forgot the reason why we are here. No, in fact, I don't know the reason. Tobias is weaving the punching bag around as if it's a controlled ballerina. Then as I watch him do that, he lifts his head in my direction and says,

"Remember that day, Tris?"

A quiet voice escapes from me. "Day…"

"Knees… elbow… do they ring a bell?"

I crease my brows as I try to form a scenario with the keywords then after a fraction of seconds, I spontaneously laugh. Yes, I remember that day. It was when Four, my instructor, watched me throwing punches on the punching bag until he asked me to stop to touch my stomach. "You don't have much muscles." He told me. "I think you should try to pull power from your elbow instead." And when those words echo in my head like a good old song, I find myself toddling towards the punching bag and giving it a weak strike.

"Harder, Stiff." Tobias says. Pretending that we're in training like before, I do what he says so. I gain the force on my fist and give the punching bag another strike, then another one, and one more try, until it sways sideways like a drunk man. I can see Tobias watching me with a serious expression; like right now he is Four and I am the Stiff, his initiate. I guess I've finally figured out why he brought me here. He told me in the infirmary when I was confined that once I get back to normal, we could re-live some memories. This is one of the memories that he wants to rewind.

Once I get tired with the punching bag, I catch it between my hands to take it back to its place. Tobias then moves to the table where the weapons are. On the left side are the knives while on the right are the pistols. He picks up a knife from the transparent case and then another one, and one more of it, then finally settling the fourth one on his left palm. When I ask him what he would do with those daggers, he closes the case and walks over to me.

"Knives," he simply says. "Remember?"

From his face, I shift my eyes to the knives settled on his palms. Knives, knives, knives. What's with the knives again?

"If you flinch, Al takes your place. Understand?"

"Come on, Stiff. Let someone else stand there and take it."

And as those dialogues contort into a memory, I find myself glaring up to Tobias. With an ironic tone, I tell him, "How could I forget? You spent that whole time taunting me."

"Taunting you? Remember, I was waiting for you to catch on?"

"Well you didn't know the feeling when you're the one standing before the target and swearing under your breath for dear life! You also almost stabbed my ear, Four!"

He chuckles. "So what do you mean in here?"

What I'm thinking is that I want to try putting him on the same position that I've been through during that stage of initiation. I want to see how things will turn out to be if they are in reversed. Taking the knives from his hands, I look up to him again and say, "I want you to be the one standing before the target while I'm the one who throw these daggers. Let me show you my version of your taunting session."

"Woah, woah, there, Stiff." He takes a step backward with hands in the pockets of his jeans. "You're challenging me?"

I raise an eyebrow on him and look at him from head to toe and vice versa. "Yes, I am challenging you. Now, would you please stand with your back to the board so we could begin?"

I see his lips twitch into a smirk as he turns sideways to reach the target. I prepare myself with the knives on my hands while he does his business of leaning his back on the board. Unlike me, he looks so relaxed. When I was the one standing there at his position, I was shuddering; only that I didn't show it to anybody. But him… he just stands there with feet crossed, hands in the pockets, and chin up. Maybe he's thinking that I couldn't do this; that I couldn't taunt him the way that he taunted me. Maybe he's assured that I won't be giving his ear a try as much as he did to mine. But no, I would do this. I will begin with the knife on my left hand.

I angle my body sidelong, the left foot in front, the right foot behind. The first dagger is on my right hand while the rest are compressed on my left. After assessing of where his sensitive button is, I seal one eye and throw the knife. It sticks in the board near his temple. Yet, he remains on the same relaxed position as though nothing has happened. He shoots me the kind of look that, in my guess, states the line, "Try me." Well I'm doing it. But it's like he wants to guarantee that he is not being taunted; that he's certain I can't do this. That is how I see it.

Down to the second knife, I do the same perspective. In my mind, I countdown to one before I seal an eye and throw the weapon on hand. This time, it sticks nearby his cheek. It is the moment that I've chosen to tell him the lines that he used when I was the one standing at his position.

"You about done, Stiff?" I say.

He tilts his chin up, gives me that boyish grin, and shakes his head. "No."

"Yes you are! You're just trying to act nonchalant."

"Well throw me the third one so you'd see." He dares. "Then make the fourth one follow right away."

From the left, I switch the third knife on my right hand. "If you wish." Then I position myself again to accept his challenge. This is the third try already but he still seems composed. Maybe if I choose his ear as my aim, he would feel the tingle of the metal against his skin and he'd realize that that was exactly how I felt when he almost stabbed my ear.

For the third time around, I raise my arm on shoulder length to measure the location of his ear. He locks his eyes on mine as if it's an instrument for destruction but I don't focus on them. I shut an eye again and toss the third knife. I didn't pause for a while to check where it hits for like what he wished, I shall make the fourth one follow the third one right away. And so I did. The moment I've thrown the third knife, the fourth knife followed in sequence, and I think—no, I believe, I see him move his head a little to avoid the fourth strike. It almost stabbed him in the ear, too. And I feel proud. Somehow I've taunted the Dauntless prodigy.

I tilt my chin up with pride and smirk at him. "See? I told you so."

He chuckles as he turns his head on the board. "Not bad,"

"What—"

"You really took my ear as your target, didn't you?"

I press my arms against my chest. "Yes, I did. And you tried to avoid it."

He shrugs. "I was only giving you a chance."

My mouth falls open for I am about to protest that I did well but he speaks before I could begin.

"I'm just kidding." He says. "That's my girl."

Then he releases his back off of the target and walks toward me. He is so tall that instead of just looking straight into his eyes, I still have to tilt my head up. He gives me a teasing smile when he says, "You just passed the test on being a Dauntless instructor for the next initiation."

I narrow my eyes. "Instructor? You mean—"

"We'd train the new initiates together. You and I. How's that sound?"

I part my lips to response but the words don't come immediately. But after a second or two of pause, I have spoken. "That would be great, Tobias." Then I blink my eyes. "Is that… is that why you brought me here? To see if I could do the job with you?"

"Of course not," he says right away. "That's out of the question. I knew we could do it right together. Why I brought you here is because I want you and me to remember how we started off as instructor and initiate; how we were before. And it seems to me that they're all still fresh in your memory."

I wrinkle my nose. "Of course they are." And he pinches my nose. "Hey, stop!"

He laughs at my reaction. Silence gathers in the room afterwards. Within the minute when none of us says a thing, I reckon what he's going to do. Slowly, he inclines his head down to reach for my face and once he does, he frames it with his both hands. The next thing I knew, his lips have crashed into mine.

He takes me with him as he walks backward, our lips still pressed against each other. He rotates clockwise to reverse our positions so now I feel the edge of the table on the small of my back. Without pulling away from the kiss, he carries me through both arms and settles me down the table. I hear him tug the cases of weapons on the side so there won't be destruction. Then he inserts himself between my legs as he deepens the kiss and as I find my hands moving around his neck. The tip of his tongue tickles my lower lip, asking for another entrance. I open my mouth to him and allow myself to taste him. His lips taste so sweet, making me yearn, spinning my head around, getting me lost. From his neck, my hands move upward to his hair and there I curl my fists.

We kiss for a longer time, there by the table. As the urge of our encounter goes on, we no longer know where our hands travel. At first I thought my hands are still on his hair but I figured that they are already on his chest. Lately Tobias's hands are just on my waist but now I can feel them slipping inside my shirt, at my back. And when I feel the gut that this may lead to somewhere else, I slowly pull away from the kiss.

Tobias stares at me with confusion but he doesn't seem angry. I think he's also realized that his hands have come beyond so he slides them down out of my shirt. With concerned eyes, he asks me, "What's wrong?"

And in that moment that he asked me that question, I already knew the answer. I am the problem here. It's silly how we've already confessed our true feelings for each other and that we've come to the point of expressing love and passion for one another but still… he doesn't completely know me. He still doesn't know about it.

"Tris?" he says. "Are you just okay?"

This has to end. I don't want to be unfair to him. I don't want him to feel that I don't trust him because I do trust him and I do love him. He deserves to know what's scaring a part of me up until now.

I blink my eyes a couple of times but I don't look away. I release my hands off of his chest and tell him, "You have to know something."

A/N: It took me six hours to write this chapter 'cause I was being destructed by the internet and the attention-seeking images on Tumblr. (Hehe!) But there it goes and I hope you liked it! And as what you wished, Tris will be showing Tobias her fear landscape and the Ferris wheel scene will also happen. : )

That's all for today and till the next chapter,

Iris Molefoursted