YOUR CLAWS IN ME | CHAPTER ONE
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Whenever she was in the training room, she liked to remember her own initiation. It was about four years ago and it was awfully painful. But nevertheless, the arduous stress, the cuts and bruises, and even the brutal fights helped her to become the person she was today. Brave and fearless, representing exactly what it meant to be part of the warrior faction, what it meant to be dauntless.
The warm rays of the early-morning sun shone through the upper windows. The new initiates were ordered to be there by eight. Tris was excited to see them since she was told that one Abnegation-born girl dared to join them this year, knowing that she herself had been the last one ever since.
As she prepared some exercises for the next hours of training, she took notice of the sound of an opening door, followed by footsteps. Yet she did not turn around, did not pay any attention to whoever was approaching her.
"Must be exciting to have one of your own kind this year." She looked back to find Eric standing just a few inches away from her. She was unsure what to say because in fact, he was right. Even though she did not agree with the Abnegation-girl being one of her kind.
She gave a silent nod as she continued.
The initiates came in just in time. Tris introduced herself as their instructor, losing only a handful of words before the training started. She began with teaching basic steps and moves to attack and defend, helped the newbies whenever she considered it necessary. Every now and then she looked back at Eric, who seemed to have kept a closer eye on her than on the initiates. And sometimes she watched him pacing around the room like a tiger.
It was around noon when she looked up at the clock. Eric gave her a permitting nod and she dismissed the initiates for a quick break. As soon as they left the room, she grabbed a bottle of water, and a towel that she threw around her neck.
"You were uncommonly quiet." she said and took a sip of water.
"Well, I didn't feel the need to step in." he said. "Even though your explaining sucks. Poor kids."
She rolled her eyes. "Bite me!"
In the second half of the training Eric took over. He was much more demanding and less willing to help. Tris thought to herself, it was his way of showing who he was, making sure the new arrivals knew their places before they could even step out of it. He wanted them to respect him right from the start, to actually fear him. She knew, he did not know the difference between these words. Not even back when she was an initiate.
After the training Tris took a quick shower, put some make-up on and a slinky black dress. She wore the high heels Christina got her for her birthday last year and made her way to meet with her and Will in the pit. That night was supposed to take her mind off things.
It had been three weeks since Four broke up with her. The reason was idiotic, as well as it was simple: He did not love her anymore, or at least that is what he told her. Things were happening too quick, the first week was unbearable, and she still suffered heartache.
It was her best friend's idea to go out and have some fun at the bar. The music was good enough and the booze was cheap, so Christina had tried to motivate her in joining them.
"So, how are they, the new initiates?" Will asked as he bought three bottles of mixed beer. It was the usual stuff Dauntless tended to drink to have a good time, yet Tris did not exactly understand why.
"Honestly, they are not bad. It was Eric, who burnt me up, actually." she said.
"How come?" Christina asked. Her laugh turned into a quiet snort.
"Remember how he was when he trained us? He was ten times worse today." Maybe she overreacted. Maybe Eric was not exactly ten times worse. But surely, he had already pushed the initiates to their limits on their first day, which was anything but a good sign, she thought. "By the end of stage one, I guess there will be nothing left of them anymore."
"Come on, Tris!" Will added, laughing. "You were a Stiff and even you survived his brutal training."
"Excuse me?"
From both sides, Will got a playful nudge with the elbow. Admittedly, he was not entirely wrong. Tris was weak and uptight, and most of the time helplessly overchallenged. But yet she made it, ranked fifth of twenty-five initiates in total. Which was indeed a good place for someone who was Abnegation-born.
The bar filled up with the darkening of the night. The little group extended when Marlene and Shauna decided to join them after midnight. It was around three in the morning when Tris stood up from her stool, hugged her friends goodbye and left them with the still ongoing party. While she was pacing through the hallways, she took off her high heels and carried them all the way to her apartment.
Being half-drunk, she stood in front of the door. The bad thing was that she forgot the keycard to unlock and open it inside. What was even worse was that after a three weeks break-up, she still had to share the place with Four. Both of them requested a new apartment, and whoever got the approval first, was the first one to move out. Unfortunately, none of them got anything yet.
She quietly knocked against the door, waiting. But there was nothing. She began to knock harder, even shouting his name but nothing happened. For a moment, she leaned with her back against the door, her head pressed against the metal, thinking. Her friends were still out, and she was not really fond of rejoining them. She also refused to wait for them, or even for Four to come back.
After a while, she used the stairs, going up until she reached the fifth floor. Up here, she knew, were the apartments for the leadership. She hardly knocked against one of the doors.
When Eric opened the door, she grinned. "Thank goodness, you're still awake!"
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I just need a place to sleep. Please, don't ask any questions."
He did not even hesitate. As soon as he took a step aside, she slipped past him into his apartment. It was much bigger than she expected, and the view out the windows was spectacular. It was like she was able to see the whole city from up here.
"Thank you, Eric." she said as she took a seat on the couch. Two bottles of beer stood on the table, both empty.
He sat down next to her. With his chin he pointed at another door near them. "Bedroom's there."
"You let me sleep in your bed?"
"Well, you can take the floor if that's what you prefer."
She hopped off the couch and moved towards the bedroom door. Before she opened it, she turned around again and caught Eric looking after her. She did not blame him, it was her short dress that caught everyone's attention tonight. Maybe even her long and slim legs as well.
Her green eyes held his without a flicker, and maybe it was the alcohol that pushed her back into his direction.
"You like it?" she asked. "The dress, I mean."
He nodded. "I do."
Slowly she moved closer to him, then sat down onto his lap. She easily removed the dress by pulling it over her head. Enjoying the touch of his hands all over her body, she let him feel every single inch of it. He did not hesitate, did not think twice about what was going to happen next, and it excited her. It excited him.
She stood up teasingly and turned her back on him when she removed the bra. He instantly followed her into the bedroom, put off his black t-shirt before he lied down on top of her and pinned her arms to the pillow. It did not take her long to realize which way he wanted it. In fact, she expected him to play his dominance that way.
He kissed her lips first, then slowly went from her neck over her breasts and down to her bellybutton. Skillfully his hands tugged down her dark panties, then ran up and down her inner thighs. She sighed out to the feeling of his tongue gliding over her vagina, and she grabbed the pillow to have something to hold onto. Uneven breaths and mumbled words filled the room, and shortly after, the sound of his pants unzipping followed.
For a moment, he stood up and watched her as he pulled down his pants and underwear. She rested on her elbows to observe his athletic body and, of course, she bit her underlip when she saw what he had got to offer below the belt.
He grinned, leaning over her slim body again with one hand navigating his cock between her legs. She closed her eyes, moaned through her teeth when he slid inside, and arched her back.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, held him close while his thrusts went in and out. She gave another loud moan when he pushed harder and freed himself from her embrace. He sat up, having a tight grip right above her hips as he watched the shaft of his cock moving in and out of her.
After a while he stopped, she watched him as he pulled out and sat back, catching his breath for a second.
"Turn around." he demanded, and she did as she was told. With her back turned on him, she was on her hands and knees, and stretched her ass out against his crotch.
With his hand, he slapped her right butt cheek and she heaved a loud moan.
"Yes, that's it, baby." he said, his deep voice tempting. "You want some more?"
She nodded, swallowing. She gasped quietly when she felt his fingers around her neck, the pressure created by him pressed her head down.
"Then beg for it." he said.
"Please, Eric!" she sighed, "Give me more. Please."
With his grip kept around her neck, he began to thrust into her again. His other hand wandered down between her legs, his fingers started to circle around her clit. He had her now, she knew. She was barely in control of herself, yet she made sure to not come yet, to enjoy that moment for a little while longer. Perhaps as long as he was able to.
He pushed his dick in harder, and then let go of her neck to place both of his hands on each side of her hip. She held her own orgasm back until he came, and Eric laid down on his back next to her.
For the next couple of minutes, both of them remained silent. She turned to him and rested her head on his chest, and he wordlessly let her.
A/N: Feel free to tell me what you think. It'll help a lot. Thank you! c: