It's been a few days since I've written any smut, and obviously it would be tragic if I went too long, so this is some PWP to remedy that problem.

First off, after extensive googling I found what looks to be a canon last name for Eric, so that's what I'm going with for his last name both in this fic and any others I write including him.

Second, this occurs the night after the initiation ceremony, but excludes the attack on Abnegation.

Third, happy early birthday to my best friend Sara. This one's for you dear! :)

Friendly reminder that this is rated 'M' for a reason, and as such I must discourage those under 18 from continuing on.

As always, if you recognize it, it's not mine. If it was, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it, now would I?

Please drop me a line at the end and tell me what you thought!

Tris felt her heart thundering in her chest as she made her way through the dark halls of the Dauntless compound, palms sweating as her hands shook. Not for the first time that night, she wondered what the living hell she was thinking. She could still walk away, let Four coddle her second to last fear and assure her it was normal, natural, that being afraid of sex was okay. Annoyance burned through her system. While she appreciated his thoughtfulness, it wasn't okay with her, and pushing her away the way he was wasn't going to help her. Tris shoved him from her mind and walked on.

It was a completely irrational fear and logically she knew that. She also knew there was only one way to conquer it.

It was that knowledge that was leading her to one particular door in the middle of the night, Uriah's directions still ringing in her ears. She didn't quite know what brought her to this door, this person, of all of them. Maybe it was because she somehow knew he would keep it quiet, maybe because she knew there wasn't a chance in hell of awkwardly having feelings for one another after, or maybe it was simply his strong, mysterious and intimidating demeanor that drew her here. Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

Tris found the door she was looking for and stood in front of it, staring at the name plate next to it.

Eric Coulter

The name seemed to stare back at her, daring her to run away.

It was too late to change her mind, and she wasn't going to back down. Tris knocked firmly on the door before her racing heart could make her chicken out.

Tris heard indistinct grumbling and footsteps padding to the door, and clenched her hands into fists behind her back to stop them shaking. She heard a deadbolt draw back, and then she was staring at the shirtless, crabby leader who still scared the crap out of her.

Not that she was going to tell him that.

"What do you want st-" Eric cut himself off, and grinned. "Guess I can't call you that anymore, now can I?"

Tris smirked at him, acting far braver than she felt. "Guess not. Do you remember my name or do I need to remind you?"

"Very funny, Tris. Anyway, it's late and you hate me, so why are you here?"

Tris shifted her weight uncomfortably, self consciousness and fear of him laughing in her face breaking through. Swallowing hard, Tris turned her head, giving the hallway a very obvious once over for people. Eric took the hint.

"Well, come on in then. I'd say don't mind the mess, but I really don't give a damn what you think of the place."

Tris rolled her eyes at his back, typical Eric. Idly she wondered what made him so prickly, but shoved the thought aside. It didn't matter.

Eric plopped down on his couch, leaning back against the cushions and regarding her curiously as she sat down next to him, suddenly hyper aware of his presence next to her and how little he was wearing. For the first time Tris got a good look at him, and she had to admit that he kept himself in good shape. Very good shape.

"Enjoying the view?" Eric asked, breaking the silence and drawing her eyes back up to his face. The smirk he wore made her blush.

"Caught with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar," he teased. "Well, don't let me spoil your fun." Eric leaned farther back, a clear invitation to keep looking.

"Don't mind if I do," she countered, earning a raised eyebrow before dropping her eyes again. The muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes again. "Show off," she muttered.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked, shrugging as she looked up at him once more. "Anyway, enough stalling. Why are you here?"

"My fears," she answered, eyes wandering aimlessly as she fought the urge to fidget. "Well, one fear. I want to beat it, but I need help."

"Why me?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly.

"Fair enough," he replied, sounding unconcerned. "Well, get over here then. Nothing is happening when you're two feet away from me."

Tris looked back at him sharply. "You haven't asked which fear it is."

"I don't need to," he said evenly, meeting her eyes.

Tris felt color rise in her cheeks at the realization that he already knew what she was asking, and a sense of relief stole over her when she realized she wouldn't have to actually voice her request. She clenched her hands into fists between her knees, but it still didn't stop them trembling, and fear curled in her stomach as the reality of it hit her.

"Jesus, it's really got you doesn't it?" He asked, sounding slightly bewildered. Tris looked down at her knees and nodded, fighting to keep her breathing even. She felt more than saw him slide over, seating himself next to her and taking her shaking hands in his own. They were large and warm, encasing her own completely.

"Well, why don't you tell me why you're afraid," he suggested. Tris noticed a difference in his voice, but the fear coursing through her distracted her enough that she couldn't place it.

"Intimacy just isn't a... thing, in Abnegation," she began uncertainly. "No one ever really touches each other that way, not in front of other people."

"At all?" She could hear the surprise in his tone.

"Put it this way," she began. "The last night at home my mom held my dad's hand at dinner, and my brother and I both looked away."

Eric whistled in surprise. "Well that explains a lot," he admitted.

"I never really realized how ingrained it was until today," Tris confessed.

"That still doesn't answer my question though. Why me?"

"I told you, I don't know."

"You must have some idea," Eric countered.

Tris sighed. He was right, she had a couple guesses. "Because I know I won't awkwardly fall in love with you. Because I know you can keep it to yourself."

"Because you know I'll enjoy fucking Four's girlfriend," Eric supplied for her.

"I was trying not to think of that one," Tris told him, "But that too."

"Well come on," he said softly, standing and drawing her to her feet with him. "If I tip the bottle upside down and shake it maybe I can find just enough nice to get you through the night," he quipped as he led her by the hand to his bedroom.

Tris chuckled at his humor, but the shaky feeling in her stomach didn't fade. Eric closed the door behind him and drew her to the bed, sitting back against the headboard and spreading his legs wide, drawing her to sit between them.

Eric's fingers threaded through her hair gently as she settled herself in front of him, letting her head drop forward at his prompting while he moved her hair over her left shoulder.

Strong fingers began to knead the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders, and Tris released the breath she had been holding as his hands worked, loosening muscles she hadn't even noticed were tight. He worked slowly, taking his time as he moved down her neck and across her shoulders. His hands began to drift lower, slowly beginning to work the muscles above her shoulder blades where the fabric of her tank top began. Tris realized what he was going to say a moment before he did.

"Take this off," he said softly, tugging at the straps. Tris ignored the shaking of her hands as she did, grasping the hem and tugging it over her head in one quick stroke. She felt fingers tug gently at her bra, and the clasp fell open. She let Eric draw the straps down her arms, tossing it aside before returning to his massage.

Tris felt the tension slowly leaving her body as his hands worked their way down her back, transitioning slowly from massaging to caressing as he continued. Tris felt Eric shift his weight behind her, and when she felt his lips against the nape of her neck she couldn't help but shiver. His hands slowly crept around her waist as he kissed down her neck and across her right shoulder, hot breath and soft tongue coaxing her head to the side.

His mouth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder at the same moment his hand cupped her breast. His thumb and forefinger gently pinched her nipple, rolling it and coaxing it to hardness and making her back arch into his touch as a sigh escaped her lips. Eric nudged her legs apart from their crisscrossed position, and her stomach tightened with nervousness as his fingers found the hem of her pants.

"Relax Tris," he whispered against her neck. His fingers made quick work of the clasp on her pants, and his hand left her breast to draw them down and off her legs. Eric moved her hair aside again, mouth trailing slowly down the left side of her neck as his hands traded off, one moving to the untouched breast while the fingers of his other hand skimmed the hem of her underwear.

Tris arched her back as her breathing quickened, a small whimper escaping her throat as he teased her. His fingers finally dipped beneath the hem of her underwear, drawing them off her legs before he nudged them farther apart with his own. Tris jumped slightly when he touched her, and her head fell back onto his shoulder when his middle finger found her clit.

Tingles shot through her as his fingers moved, dipping lower to gather the wetness she hadn't noticed beginning to gather there and spreading it across her soft flesh.

Her legs fell farther apart without his coaxing as his fingers stroked and drew circles around her clit, and her breathing grew rapid and harsh as she neared her peak. Tris cried out as his teeth nipped her neck gently, and her fingers sought something to grasp. A particularly well-placed stroke made her hands clench on his thighs as she cried out, the muscles in her own legs tightening as he drew her to the edge.

"Let go Tris," Eric whispered in her ear. The speed of his fingers increased, and her climax shot along her nerves as she cried out, bucking her hips against the hand still circling her clit. Tris leaned back against his chest as she came down from her high, and once her brain cleared she noticed his erection pressing firmly against her lower back.

Eric moved out from behind her, and Tris leaned against the headboard where he had been only moments before. She watched curiously as he walked to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of some sort of liquid and a small foil packet. He set both on the nightstand, but Tris's eyes were drawn to the tent in his boxers and the reminder of what she had come to him for.

"Come here," he instructed quietly, drawing her back to the edge of the bed and placing her hands on his hips, tucking her fingers into the waistband. "You take them off Tris."

Tris's eyes widened slightly in surprise and a small amount of fear, but nevertheless she followed his instruction, anticipation curling in her stomach as she slowly pulled them down his hips. The moment his erection sprang free Tris's eyes were drawn there, and she barely noticed him kick his boxers the rest of the way off.

Her breathing quickened as she stared, curiosity niggling at her and drawing her to wrap a tentative hand around him. The texture surprised her, soft, smooth skin and hard muscle, and Tris stroked him experimentally. Eric let out an appreciative sigh, which she took to mean she was doing something right and repeated the motion.

"Don't get me wrong, that feels great, but I have something else in mind," he told her with a wink. Tris watched idly as he picked up the small foil packet, ripping it open and rolling the condom down his length. Next he picked up the bottle and poured what looked like oil into his palm, coating himself generously.

Eric gently nudged her shoulder, pushing her back onto the bed and moving to hover over her, and she bit her lip in anticipation. Tris started in surprise when he leaned down and kissed her, one hand grasping her hip firmly while the other stroked her face gently. She felt the tip of his erection against her then, and grasped his arms in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" He asked quietly.

Tris nodded. "As I'll ever be."

"It's going to hurt at first," he warned.

"I know."

Eric flexed his hips and pushed inside her in a single, quick thrust, and Tris cried out in surprise and pain, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her fingers clenched tightly on his arms, and Eric held himself completely still as she adjusted to his girth.

"Shit you're tight," Eric hissed.

The pain slowly began to lessen, though it didn't abate completely, and Tris gave Eric a nod, letting him know he could move. He withdrew slowly before pushing back inside her, and Tris winced as she stretched to accommodate him. Eric propped himself on his elbows as he set a slow, steady pace to allow her body to adjust.

Gradually the pain gave way to a new sensation, both similar to and different from what he had coaxed from her earlier, pleasure building in her lower belly as he slowly rocked inside her. Every thrust brought his pelvic bone up against her still-sensitive clit, taking Eric by surprise when she suddenly climaxed around him with a loud cry.

Eric grunted and held still as he fought back his own orgasm, watching her face as she came instead in an attempt to distract himself. He leaned down and kissed her again, tongue tracing along her lips before finding her own.

Tris wound her arms around Eric's neck as he began to move again, sinking into his kiss without a second thought. His movements were faster now, and each of his thrusts was met with a sharp cry as he drove into her, beginning to let go of his own restraint as she met each of his thrusts. Tris flexed her legs around his hips suddenly, forcing him all the way inside her in one sharp movement.

"Harder Eric, please," she begged him breathlessly. He needed no further convincing, pulling back and slamming back inside her roughly.

"Like that?" He asked huskily in her ear as she let out a sharp cry. He repeated the motion, harder and faster than before and drew another loud cry from her.

"You like it rough baby? Hmm, is that it? Do you like that?"

He punctuated each question with a hard, fast thrust, burying himself completely each time.

"Shit Eric, yes," Tris cried, nails digging into the soft skin of his back.

He set a sharp, ruthless pace and pumped in and out of her furiously. Soon he was grunting sharply in time with her moans, the sound of smacking flesh filling the room along with the heady smell of sex.

Eric nipped her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth and making Tris moan as he drove them both closer to their climax. Tris came first, her walls spasming tightly around him, making him moan loudly as his own orgasm followed. His thrusts slowed and stopped as his climax ran its course, leaving him breathless and spent.

Eric pulled out of her and tugged the condom off before rolling over on his back, dragging her along so she was cradled against his chest as they caught their breath. Despite being in great physical shape Eric's abs were burning slightly, and it was a delightful sensation given the cause.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as one who liked it rough," he told her after a few minutes of silence.

"Neither would I," she admitted with a light laugh. "I just realized all of a sudden that being gentle was driving me crazy."

"Well, what do you think?" He asked after another few minutes of silence. "Down to six?"

"I think so," Tris responded slowly, her tone drawing his attention. Her gaze traveled slowly over his naked body, fingers creating abstract patterns on his chest.

"But I think I might need another round to be sure."

Eric laughed loudly before grinning down at her. "We best hope my abs feel better in the morning then."

If enough people want it, I may do a morning after chapter as well. *wink wink*