Hello interwebs! This is my first written story, though I've long ago lost count of the wonderful ones I've read hopefully by some of the people reading this right now. You guys finally inspired me to put some of my ideas down on electronic paper and put it out there.

Just a heads up, I like the sex. It's probably an addiction at this point but it's my head and like it that way. It will be in the vast majority of my stories, if not all of them. As the great authors say "Rated M for a reason!" This means if you don't want to see that, you need to right now hurry up and click away! Shield your eyes from the heathen smut that follows these words! Go! Flee!

Whew. Okay, now that we're all adults here, its smexy Eric loving time! That's right! Buckle up, because poor celibate Eric is gettin' some! ;)

I'd like to say that I live on reviews, but most of the time, a story is gonna spill out of my head one way or another so reviews and ratings are merely acceleration tools to get you the chapters quicker. I also have a problem with follow through so the more I feel like someone but me cares about the ending, the more likely it'll be that I actually give the stupid story an ending. Otherwise. We'll all just be spinning off into the bittersweet abyss of what could have been…

Story!

Story now!

Also, I only own Eric in my head. In the real world he unfortunately belongs to another. Sigh…

| Chapter 1 |

"Ah, Eric! God, yes!" She gasped. Feeling him moving again down between her sprawling thighs. Water hissed in her ear and the steam in the shower wafted to the ceiling as her head tilted back at the sensation. Fingers or tongue or whatever bit of his heavenly body sweeping everywhere she needed were sending her closer to that familiar end.

"Mmmmm" she moaned again the movements becoming feverish, she could just see the face he was making at her sounds. And increasingly erratic movements too probably. Smirks and yet that lusty prideful, deep look men got in their eyes when something was turning them on compulsively. She didn't scream when everything finally broke over her, like she was sure he would have wanted her to. He was dark and deep and passionate and uninhibited displays of those feelings were irresistible to him. It was just that Mrs. Terrance had just gotten away from the dreadful stares and under breath tsks the last time Zenia's Eric-loving had gotten a little too boisterous. Her contented hitch and long exhale of relief would have to do for now. Groggily opening her eyes as the shower cooled, she was forced to deal with the fact that once again it didn't matter what he thought of her private sexy time sounds, because he'd never see it. Ever. Well, there was maybe a plan in her head to suggest a truth or dare- strip poker hybrid at their next leadership meeting to get into his pants, but barring those intergalactically insurmountable odds, her own hands in a cooling shower with a judgmental Mrs. Kessler next door would have to do. What even was that woman's job anyway? Dauntless was the faction of the brave, the proud and the sexually uninhibited. How the fuck did Zenia get saddled with the one prudish dauntless in the whole bunch as a neighbor and the yummiest enemy known to gods and men? God she could just lick straight down those neck tattoos. Straight down those bold lines until they disappeared into whatever infuriatingly covering apparel he'd chosen for the day.

Movement! Must move day must move on! She rushed the thoughts through her head to keep from repeating her earlier mistake. Because it was just that.

She'd been fighting him as long as he'd been in dauntless. Nothing really major at the beginning. He poked fun at her name (and she could admit a delicate flower was probably an odd choice for the name of a Dauntless) and she'd point out his obstinate nose every chance she got. But things just gradually escalated until it was practically a full on turf war and Max had to intervene. God that man was crafty when it came to punishments. He made them train initiates, together, for a whole year. Eric and Zenia both being from Erudite understood the complete idiocy in showing a divided leadership front to new recruits and grudgingly shut their traps about their disputes. Publicly.

Under their breath and in sneaky, strategic moves here and there, still they waged their war valiantly. There was that one time Zenia though Eric might actually end everything and finally kill her when she had told one group of clueless initiates that Four was the best combat trainer in the complex and that he'd even beaten grumpy old Eric there a few times. And would anyone like to see a live demonstration? Eric had suddenly called lunch and Zenia had been sorely disappointed that that was in fact the case. Perhaps that's why she wasn't a bloated corpse at the bottom of the chasm right now. Because god knows Four would have been up for a rematch right then and there. She giggled in a decidedly un-Dauntless fashion at the kicked puppy look Four had when he trudged after the baffled kids. After everyone'd filed out, Zenia had stayed behind to hopefully laugh her ass off and get rid of those stubborn blood spots on the mats. She'd been so lost in her thoughts or all the points in their secret war that would have given her, that she didn't register Eric had forced her up against the door to the supply closet until her knocked out breath came rushing back.

"What the hell, Eric?" was so poised on her tongue then but all that got out was an inane "whuh" before his voice overtook hers.

"Don't you ever pull up old shit like that again, you hear?" He rushed out hotly in her face.

"And smell, god, don't you even open the hygiene packs?" She'd asked staring unblinkingly into intense up-close-for-the-first-time blue-gray eyes.

"I will not have you undermining my authority with the recruits. Four isn't the leader here, I am." Had those eyes always been that intense? She never really got to see the aftermath up close before.

"Actually, co-leader sir, We're both leaders according to Max, so how about you keep THAT in mind next time you snigger about my fight brackets"

"How the hell are they supposed to learn if they're only fighting people on their skill level?" His creased forehead was somehow framing his eyes and making them sharper than they really were. That had to be it

"Because it's day fucking one Eric! That Candor transfer barely knows where to keep his thumbs during a punch let alone how to take down your super-star probably-a-psychopath protégé Darren!" She pushed him off to emphasize the last word and grabbed the tray of practice throwing knives, which promptly faltered in her hands, tossing a few noisily to the floor

"Son of a-" she hissed under her breath bending over to pick the escapees up.

"And what that stupid smile you and Four had going? Is he in on this shit now too? I swear to god I will go to Max and make sure you're on wall duty if-"

"If what?" She whirled as suddenly and gracefully and a woman toting 50 steel throwing knives in an unwieldy box could afford to be. "If I've got your precious rival wrapped around my finger doing my mischievous bidding? Jealous I don't have one of those you can mercilessly exploit?" She sauntered by him mockingly and crashed the tray down definitively in the stock room, liberating 4 or 5 rebels again.

"For fuck's sake!" She bit out and bent over to retrieve them again.

"Jesus!" When she turned around he was right in her face again. Except she didn't know to look for his face there and instead got a suddenly tantalizing eyeful of bold sweeping tattoo lines on a straining neck. That's when the licking thoughts first popped into her head. What's one taste among bitter enemies? Her half-second of distraction was lost to him as he immediately bit out

"Underestimating my ability to completely break you if I felt like it is an unwise choice, Zenia" she couldn't decide if she liked his lowered almost growling voice better or the condescending smirk his, wow, really nice lips had taken on.

"Is that supposed to be threatening?" she managed to force out evenly at him. She was so proud of herself for not purring. "Because the death threats are getting a little old, Eric" she said with just as much condescension but probably only half the sex appeal as when he'd used it. He huffed out a bitter short laugh and moved away, walking towards the door.

"This is war, Z" he threw back over his tense shoulder.

"We've been at war for five years, cowboy!" She tossed at his back. He turned back and looked her dead in the eye with that intense stare again.

"No, we haven't." He said pushing the door behind him open and finally breaking eye contact to turn around. Zenia felt the blood rush back to her knuckles as she released the side of the utility shelf. Well, just, damn.

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