Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own the 'flirt' collection. Credit goes to that author as well.
The idea to combine the two is mine. All OC's are property of missalohahula.

Dauntless Relationship Chronicles:
Part 3: One Night Stand

Summary: The dreaded wedding weekend is upon you. The only problem was that this isn't your wedding. You've never even been close to having an engagement. How do you get over the fact that your own mother is getting married for a third time before you? Perhaps the guy that you just met can help you make the weekend bearable. But one night with a stranger is just going to get stranger in the morning...

I truly did not enjoy being at these functions. I had spotted one of my former college buddies with a beautiful girl on his arm, introducing her to his parents. She in turn had brought her parents and was introducing them to his parents. Not to mention that another college friend was here with his wife and they were smiling affectionately at one another. I turned away when I noticed yet another college associate walk in with what I presumed was going to be his fourth ex-wife in the making. I had to roll my eyes because I even dated Robert at one point. And as much ex-wives as he had I was not one of them.

That is why I hated these functions. Sure they reminded me a lot of my father. But there were also so many people here whom I knew from ten years ago that were already taking the next step in their lives, dating, getting engaged, getting married and living their own happily ever after. Where was mine?

"Put the glass down Lauren honey."

I almost perked up at the term of endearment until I remembered that I came to these things dateless.

"That is your fourth one," Susan, one of my fellow colleagues and close friend took the glass of whiskey from my hand.

"My mother is getting married tomorrow."

"I know, you told me," she smiled in response. "I'm also invited to it."

"For one thing, I'm always put in the friend zone which I don't mind but by every single guy," I scoffed. "Tomorrow is my mother's third marriage! I can't even get one! It's like I have bad guy karma or something. My mother has some lucky charm somewhere on her. Either that or I swear it's her perfume. It's like that Axe commercial. That's what my mother does," I pointed to Susan. "We need to go to the store and buy me some."

Susan licked her lips and gave me a glass of water. "We don't need to buy anything like that. You are amazing just the way you are."

"Stop trying to Bruno Mars me right now. Everyone is partnered off or married or about to be like my mother," I rolled my eyes. "I'm about to call Merriam-Webster to let them know to put my picture as a description for the word 'spinster'."

"No one even uses that word anymore," Susan scolded.

"Well I just did." I let out a sigh and then stood up from our table. "You know what, I need to go and get some air."

Susan let me walk out of the ball and towards a nearby balcony. The air was actually warm outside as I strolled over to the railing looking out over the City. I could see my childhood home from here. That was probably another reason for my grief. My father had died while I was young. He always was the one giving of his time and money to help those out who were less fortunate. In the end he had also given up his life to save a little boy he didn't even know from being hit by a drunk driver.

In that moment I just wanted to forget. And the lack of getting me a fifth whiskey was stopping my moment. Susan had literally been a buzz kill. Thinking about my father, reminded me that I was going to be getting a stepfather within a matter of days, scratch that, hours.

"Let me guess," a voice startled me from my thoughts, "you thought the steak was pretty crappy here too."

I turned to see a tall figure join me by the railing. Maybe it was the four glasses of whiskey I had already had but my eyes ran over the fine specimen that was before me and I wondered how it was that I had missed seeing him earlier. His eyes looked over to me and he smiled. For a brief moment, I thought if he looked that good in a suit, what would he look like with it off? There my answer was.

"Are you here alone," I asked turning around to lean with my back against the railing, letting the dress expose my cleavage.

It got its desired effect when the guy glanced down at it before running up to my neck and then meeting my eyes again. "I am. Are you," he questioned with a smile.

I turned back around resting my arm next to his, pouting a little and allowing my hip to bump into his. There was no sense in being subtle when I knew what I wanted from the guy. I wanted him to help me forget.

"I hope I won't be leaving here alone," I quickly stated. "I'm having a really bad week and I want to have a good night, if you know what I mean," I smiled leaning in closer to his face.

His head tilted and he studied me. I knew he was probably wondering about this. "Just like that," he questioned.

"Just like that," I snapped my fingers. I never had done this and as the seconds went by I realized that perhaps I had been just a bit too forward.

The guy leaned in also and barely even kissed me before he pulled back and cupped my cheek. "If you're serious then let's leave now."

I nodded. "Just let me tell my friend that I'm leaving. She was my ride home."

He nodded and pulled my face to his, giving me a real kiss this time. "I'll be in lobby waiting," he said and then left quickly through the balcony door and back into the ballroom where I assume he was going to exit and meet me downstairs.

Quickly I walked back over to the table to find Susan. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I found someone to help me forget."

"What do you mean, you found someone?"

I pulled back and made me way to the door.

"Lauren," Susan called. I let her catch up with me just as I got my jacket. "Lauren, this isn't like you. You don't pick up a guy for the night."

"It's like I'm having a bachelorette party for my Mother," I smiled. "Besides I'm picking up a guy from a charity ball. I'll be fine."

"You better call me tomorrow!"

I walked away from her after promising that I would. The entire time I walked down the hallway I almost had second doubts. My mother raised me better than this. I was voted the most responsible person amongst my peers. Susan was right, this isn't like me. But the second I stepped out from the top of the stairs and saw that man waiting with his tie loosened and hands in his pockets as though he were posing for some sort of cologne commercial, the excitement in my stomach told me that this was a good plan. His eyes followed my every step and I was somewhat glad that I had gained his approval.

As my feet touched the floor, something wild and passionate was overtaking me down in my stomach. I looped my arm around his offered one and squeezed his bicep. He actually had a toned defined arm under this tux. And my heart started to beat faster at the revelation that I would see it off and somewhere on the floor of my house.

"Are you ready to go," I smiled.

He nodded. "Where to," he pulled out his ticket.

"My house," I answered, "it's not that far."

Just as the valet left with his ticket to get his car, the guy pulled me closer to him and crashed his lips to mine. It was both hot and cold. It melted something down in my core and sent chills throughout my entire body. I pulled away with an excited feeling spreading to my lower region.

"What's your name," he smiled while touching his fingertips to my cheek, making me more excited.

"Susan," I lied using my co-worker's name.

He moved to kiss me again sending fireworks exploding. "I'm Bruce," he mumbled against my lips, "it's nice to meet you."

That night with Bruce was, and I'm not kidding, really one of the best I ever had. I had stripped him down the second we got in my apartment and proceeded to get on my knees, something that I only ever did once and told myself I would never go again. He praised my work the entire time before he returned the favor after I finished him off. I never knew a guy could do what he done for so long either.

"Bedroom," I panted by the time he had given me my second orgasm.

Bruce quickly picked me and walked me up the stairs, only breaking his lips away from mine to ask where he was heading. I had never been so eager or as loud as I had been that night with Bruce. His recovery time was quick. The two condoms he went through were used and disposed of. Somehow I had convinced him that I had been taking birth control and that we would be fine for a third round. That went so well, that we went a fourth round.

I woke up the next morning, correction I woke up at noon. My mother's rehearsal was an hour away. I had an hour to get up, get ready and get my ass over there. I turned to see the person I had met the night before with an arm over my stomach.

"Hey," I pushed him softly. He needed to get up and leave.

"Mm," he groaned.

"Come on, get up," I pushed him again.

"You want another round," he mumbled before turning so that I was on top of him. His eyes opened and he looked up at me. One hand gripped onto my waist as the other pulled my face to his. "Usually I don't oblige as much but I think you'll be the exception."

Our kissing was growing intense with each passing second. Also with each passing second, I was going to be even later to my mother's wedding rehearsal.

"No," I pulled back. "I mean I want to but I have somewhere to be."

He looked over at the clock. "Dammit, so do I."

I crawled off of him just in time to see the hickeys I left on his neck. "I'm sorry," I touched his neck as he sat up.

"There's a hickey there?"

"A couple," I answered.

"I haven't had one since I was fourteen," he chuckled. I couldn't help but giggle also.

"Did you want some make up to cover it?"

He chuckled some more. "It's alright." His eyes looked around the room. "Where are my pants?"

"I think they're downstairs in the hallway," I replied.

"That's right," he smirked kissing me quickly. "That was really good." That comment was only the beginning of an embarrassing morning. I had hated doing that, yet last night I was so quick to take his pants off. I couldn't believe it.

We both got dressed, he in my room and I in the bathroom. I walked to the kitchen and wondered what the proper protocol was for the morning after. Do I make him breakfast? The least I could do was offer him coffee. I know I was in need of one.

"Coffee," I asked as he walked down the stairs. "Or perhaps you would want toast?"

"No, I'm good."

"Did you want eggs instead," I offered as he looked over at me with a look on confusion. "I honestly don't know how these things go afterwards. I've never," I shook my head.

"You've never done something like this before," he smirked. "Yeah I could tell from last night."

"How?"

"Because I have done this, a lot of times," he smirked. "I recognize a newb when I see one."

"Did you just call me a 'newb'?"

"It's a gamer's reference, you know..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," I rolled me eyes. Did he have to be so arrogant about everything?

"You were pretty impatient last night also," he added with that handsome smirk of his. I both hated that smirk and enjoyed it.

Quickly I blushed because I knew that I had grabbed at him unlike I normally would. As I said I was the responsible one. I also know that I had been very loud last night, this morning or whenever we went our rounds. That was where my embarrassment had reached its peak. I can't believe that I had behaved the way I did.

"Hey," he cupped my cheek sensing my shame. "Don't be worried about that. It was actually refreshing to be with someone who was," he paused and kissed me softly, "enthusiastic."

"Oh God," I hid my face, realizing that I just had a one night stand with a complete stranger. I screamed louder than I thought I would and that was because it had felt that great. He had never encountered someone loud like me. That meant all the other girls were probably more experienced than me and that was horrible.

"I loved when you said those too," he chuckled.

I moved my hands and stared at him. "You know what, since I don't need to make you anything, you can leave right now," I grabbed his shoulders, turned him around and pushed him towards the door.

There was no request to have my phone number or see me again. At least I believe there would be none but when he stopped and the door and turned around I was caught off guard. He pressed his lips back to mine and kissed me deeply.

"It was really nice to meet you Susan. You're going to make some guy really happy one day," he said before kissing me one last time on the cheek and then hurrying out.

I can't believe he called me a 'newb'. I could tell that he was a cocky womanizer and I hoped that I never see him again.

I had arrived at the small outdoor garden ten minutes late. My mother hurried over to me quickly and pulled me away from the entrance. "You're late, Lauren," she told me. "I said to be here at 1. What happened?"

"Sorry, I was at a charity thing for work last night. I didn't sleep until late," I told her.

My mother paused and looked at me with a huge grin on her face. "Did you meet anyone interesting?"

I closed my eyes briefly and I swear I could still feel his lips on mine, his hands on my skin or his voice whispering to me. Quickly I shook my head. It was just a one night stand, Lauren!

"No, no one at all."

"Well next time," she shrugged and pulled me along. "You have to come and meet your new brother."

"Brother?"

"Yes, Clark has a son."

"Clark has a son," I questioned.

"Yes, I didn't tell you," she looked at me and then kept walking. I had met Clark a couple times and he was a nice guy. I was happy for my mom, really I was. "There you are," I heard my mother's voice.

I put on a smile and looked up. It was then that my smile dropped and my mouth hung open.

"Your son wasn't the only one late today," her mother hugged Clark.

There next to Clark was none other than my one night stand.