This is for CamiP!
So there was confusion with the summary now. i get it. It's not my intention to trick. I try to cover my bases as to not offend someone with certain themes. But I do see how it could be confusing if someone were to think it was romantically ExTxF. It is not romantic. It is hinting at Eris, I always do unless told otherwise.
Another thing. I am not a mean person. I react to other people. if you comment rudely, I respond in turn. (pst, calling my characters dumb and basically telling me I am lying in the story that I personally wrote is disrespectful. That's not constructive criticism. wanna learn how to do that? say: I thought this was going to be something else, maybe make that more clear please?) I respect everyone until they disrespect me. Disrespecting my characters and story is the same thing. As an author, I know what I am putting down. I try my hardest to make it clear but what I write is truth for my story. So if you misunderstand, I am sorry but I can only do so much.
Also, gay and lesbian and bi are NOT THE SAME THING. Please learn the difference. If two men are kissing they can be gay OR bi. Same with two girls kissing, lesbian OR bi. Bisexuals are so oppressed because people write them off. I am bisexual. We exist. We like both genders and we are still bisexual if we are with someone of the same gender or with someone of a different gender. Eric and Four are not gay just because they kissed. They are Bisexual. Learn. The. Difference. That sort of state of thinking is dangerous to bisexuals everywhere. While you're at it, learn about poly people, pansexuals, etc, The list goes on. But they are NOT THE SAME THING. Now I said that both Four and Eric are bi, so how is that saying that only one would be interested in a male on male relationship? That's literally 1/2 of what it means...anyway...
Also, thank you guest for pointing out that people can be striaght and can be comfortable in their own sexuality to appreciate someone of their own gender and kiss, etc with them. I didn't mean to exclude that but I really was trying to point out the differences between gay/lesbian and besexual since bisexuals are usually put down a lot. And it's a fact. There are lesbians or gay people out there that feel "deceived" when their partner doesn't tell them that they're in fact bisexual and not a lesbian or a gay man. Like it's some horrible lie or something. I mean, the lists of oppression for bi people goes on but I just wnated to highlight that fact since I do firmly see my Eric and Four as bisexual. :)
This is Tris x Eric x Four as a lemon. I repeat: ExTxF as a LEMON. Do not read if you're not into that sort of thing.
This is AU/Canon blend. Canon setting, but everything else is AU
Characters may be ooc at times/during certain situations to fit plot
I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations
Rated M: strong language/sexual content
enjoy :)
Tris sighed heavily as she typed away on her computer. The reports were getting tedious now, her slender fingers aching with each stroke of the keys. Her ears were ringing with the gentle tapping of the keys and her breathy sighs. Groaning, she rubbed the backs of her eyelids with her fingertips.
"Knock, knock!" a light voice called from her office doorway.
"Go away," Tris groaned halfheartedly. She leaned back in her chair, the metal squeaking beneath her weight as she opened her eyes, Uriah grinning at her sheepishly. "What can I do for you, Uri?"
He let out a small chuckle and she quirked a brow at him. "It's just that I'm still not used to seeing you as a leader."
"I've been a leader for half a year now."
He shrugged. "I know. But—it's just so weird. Little Trissy-Poo," he cooed, his eyebrows wiggling.
She growled softly, her fingers tapping on the dark wood of her desk. "Did you need something?"
"I was just wondering if you were still going to meet us tonight?" She quirked her brow, confusion filling her veins. "For Drink and Dare?" His face fell and Tris frowned softly. "You forgot didn't you?"
She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it from its messy bun. "I'm sorry, Uriah. I've been so busy with these reports from Erudite. And with the next choosing ceremony and all these new changes to Dauntless—I've just had a lot on my mind."
"But you are still coming, right?"
She chewed on her lip. "I don't know," she whispered, her eyes peering past Uriah. His office was across from hers, his steel-blue eyes focused on whatever report he was reading. "I still have a lot of paperwork to take care of."
Uriah frowned, his dark orbs following her line of sight. "Do you need to ask your master for permission?"
Tris scoffed, her eyes narrowed. "He is not my master."
"But you need to ask for his permission?" Tris rolled her eyes as Uriah leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and his lips in a smirk.
"Eric is the leader above me, I have to report to him," Tris replied, her voice even.
"Uh-huh." Uriah nodded softly before dashing out of her office. He winked at her before stepping into Eric's office, shutting the door behind him. Tris sucked on her teeth as she tried to sit up, hissing as she bumped her knees on her desk. She fell back to her chair and huffed before trying to get back up. She had just made it to her door when Eric's office door flew open. Uriah grinned at her in the hall. "Good news, Tris! You're off the hook!"
"What?" Tris asked as she stumbled into the hall, her eyes glancing to Eric as he leaned in the doorway to his office.
"Yeah, Eric is giving you the night off."
"Is that so?" she asked, her arms crossing her chest as she glared at Eric.
He shrugged softly, his steel-blue orbs locked on her as a smirk slithered across his lips. "You look like you could use the night off, Stiff. Besides," he drawled, his voice low. She shivered, his deep voice tickling her eardrums. "It's a tradition. Wouldn't want to break that."
"First off, I've been a Dauntless member for half a year and we've only done it twice." She gave Uriah a pointed look before glancing back to Eric. "And since when do you care about traditions?" she countered, her eyebrow raised.
"Since whenever I feel like it," he snarked back, a smirk on his lips. She chewed on her inner cheek, wanting to wipe that smirk off his lips because the mere sight of it made her stomach flip. "Drink and Dare, as you guys call it, wasn't invented by you guys. We used to do it before my own initiation. Drink some liquor from a flask and dare each other to do something really fucking stupid."
"This is basically that. Except it is a little tamer and it's going to be held in an apartment," Uriah quipped.
Tris sighed softly, Eric's silvery-blue orbs locked in a heated gaze with her own. "And who is coming this time?"
Uriah shrugged as he took a step back. "Me, you, Zeke," Uriah began, his fingers tapping on his chin idly. "Marlene and Shauna."
"Lynn?" Tris asked.
"She's in the control room tonight."
"Christina and Will?"
"Shouldn't you know that, Stiff?" Eric asked.
"I don't get to socialize much."
"I don't think they can stay but they said they might drop in for a bit to say hello."
Tris narrowed her eyes. "Who else?"
"Four," Uriah said, the name falling from his lips in a rushed mumble.
Tris sighed softly. Four, she thought. Things had gotten awkward between them as they drifted apart. She was sure there was something between them, but nothing ever became of it. Especially when she chose leadership. He just sort of fell out from her life. "Where are we holding it this time?"
"I think Eric can handle that part of the conversation without me," Uriah quipped. Tris tilted her head in confusion as Uriah turned to walk away. "I'll see you tonight, Tris!" he called over his shoulder.
"Wait! Answer my question!" she called after him, his form disappearing down the hall.
"We are holding this little get-together at my place," Eric said, his lips pulled up in a brilliant smile.
"Your place?"
"We have a meeting tomorrow morning. I'm keeping my eye on you, Stiff. I need to make sure you're fine for tomorrow. If you look bad, then I look bad." He took a step towards her, his form hovering over her. "And I don't like to look bad." She inhaled sharply, his dark scent drifting over to her. "Do I look bad right now, Tris?" She nipped on her lower lip as his eyes bore into hers, her lower gut pinching. She shook her head softly, a few strands of hair falling in front of her face. His lips twitched up into a lopsided smirk as he reached his hand out, his fingertips brushing the loose strands behind her ear. She sucked in a deep breath, electricity shooting through her veins where his skin touched hers. "I'd like to keep it that way."
Tris sighed softly as she let the hot water roll over her body. She let her nails scratch her scalp softly as she lathered the shampoo into her hair. She rinsed the soapy lather from her hair and repeated the same process with the conditioner. She lathered up her washcloth with her body wash, the soft scent invading her nostrils. Warm vanilla, she thought as she lathered up her skin.
She watched the bubbles circle the drain as she rinsed off her body, her mind drifting to Four. It's been so long since they've seen each other besides passing one another in the hall. And she was going to be drinking around him. She sighed. And doing stupid dares. She groaned. Uriah is going to embarrass the crap out of me, she thought. She let out another groan when she remembered who was hosting the game. Eric, her mind whispered. He is going to make me do something incredibly stupid. She chewed on her lip as the steam rolled over her body, goosebumps prickling over her flesh. Maybe something will—she cut off her inner thoughts with a shake of her head. She shut the water off and wrapped a towel around her as she stepped out of the shower. Nothing is going to happen. She didn't know if it was because Eric was such an anomaly or because she had to spend so much time with him now as she studied under him—but she was utterly enthralled.
He was attractive, of course, but there was just this mystery about him that made every nerve inside of her ignite when he was near. She sighed as she got dressed, slipping into her underclothes. For the past few weeks, since leadership physical training ended, he has plagued her inner thoughts and dreams constantly. She slipped on her black shorts, biting her lip when she realized just how short they were. Christina, Tris' mind hissed bitterly—the short garment having been given to her by her best friend. Sighing, she slipped on a black top and brushed out her hair.
She grabbed some black eyeliner that Christina had left here for her and painted her eyes delicately, a smoky outline framing her eyes. She smiled at herself as she glanced to the mirror, her eyes more silver than blue. Satisfied, she left her apartment and walked across the hall and knocked.
She heard footsteps through the door before it yanked open, his dark smirk sending shivers down her spine. "Stiff, how nice of you to make it."
"Oh shut up," she snorted. She tried to move past him but he was blocking the entire doorway, his silvery-blue eyes roaming over her. She squirmed a little, heat crawling up her neck as she averted her gaze and stared at his feet. "Are you going to let me in or am I just going to stand here?"
After a moment of silence passed between them, Tris glanced back up to him. "Come on in, Tris." Eric winked at her before stepping just out of the way, her shoulder skimming against his chest as she stepped into his apartment.
Everyone was there, chatting in the living room. Uriah and Marlene were sitting on a love-seat, their hands entwined. Uirah waved to her with his free hand and Marlene smiled warmly. Tris waved and smiled back before she turned to her left. Zeke and Shauna were by the kitchen counter talking with Four. Zeke and Shauna nodded to her and she nodded in return, her eyes landing on Four. He gave her a bright smile, his dark-blue eyes gleaming. She was about to walk over when arms snaked around her waist from behind. Tris gasped before turning around, Christina's sharp giggle echoing in the apartment.
"I just wanted to see you before we headed out!" Christina slurred.
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Like, three drinks," she said as she held up all five fingers.
Tris sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Chris, you work tonght."
Christina gave her a warm smile, her arms wrapping around her neck. Tris stiffened slightly, thankful that Will had pulled her off and held her upright. "She'll be off tonight," Will said. "I'll take care of her."
"Please do."
"We're leaving?" Christina asked, her lips pulling down.
Tris shook her head softly. You literally just said you were heading out, her mind chuckled darkly. "I'll see you tomorrow, Chris. For breakfast." Christina beamed up at her, her full lips pulling up in a wide smile. "Perhaps lunch," Tris corrected.
"Sounds like a date, Tris," Christina said as she pressed her lips to Tris' cheek, her lips soft like rose petals.
"Goodnight," Will said as he hugged Tris from the side, still holding Christina up.
"Goodnight," Tris said as Eric shut the door closed behind them.
"Feel free to eat and drink. Start easy, we're using the good stuff for the game," Eric said.
"I thought you didn't want to get too crazy," Tris pointed out, her eyebrows raised.
"I can handle my liquor. I have little faith in you."
Tris held her hand over her heart, her lips in a mock pout. "I'm hurt, Eric. Wounded."
He rolled his eyes as he grabbed a glass bottle and poured the amber liquid into a glass. He nudged it towards her. "Drink that without gagging and you can have a sliver of faith."
She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the glass and put it to her nose. It smelled slightly sweet and slightly oaky—like tree bark dipped in honey. She scrunched up her nose, ignoring the way Eric was smirking down at her. She brought it to her lips and knocked it back, the liquid burning down her throat. She wanted to gag so badly but she held it in, her tongue flicking over her lips a few times as her nose scrunched up again. "What was that?"
"My finest scotch," he said with a wink. "Drink and mingle. The game will start shortly."
"Aye-aye, captain." Tris bit her lip as she watched Eric walk over to his couch and converse with Uriah and Marlene. She smiled to herself as she watched them interact, happy that they were getting along. Before she got into leadership, Eric barely socialized. He had a few friends but he was more of a loner. But now he was socializing more. And he was socializing with her friends, getting a bit closer to Uriah and Will—even Christina had partially forgiven him. She was so lost in her own little world that she hadn't realized someone was behind her until a finger tapped on her shoulder. She gasped as she spun around, her cheeks pink as she stared into his dark-blue orbs. "Sorry," she said. "Was lost in thought."
Four glanced to where Eric sat, his jaw rigid and eyes dark, before looking back to her. "How's leadership going?"
"It's fine, really. I like it. It's really for me."
He smiled softly, his face almost unreadable. "It suits you." She watched him tap on the neck of his beer bottle before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.
"What does?" she asked as she poured another glass of the scotch Eric had offered her.
He let out a small laugh. "Leadership."
"Oh," she said, her lips pulling up in a smile. "Thanks." She eyed him for a minute before a smirk found her lips. "So what made you agree to come here? Since it's held at Eric's place."
He shrugged. "Eric and I haven't been fighting as much as usual, if you haven't noticed."
"I have. It's kind of weird."
They laughed softly, his hand rubbing his neck as her fingers played with the tips of her hair. "I don't know. He's different now. Since working with you."
"You think I changed the big and bad Eric?"
He shrugged, his dark eyes glancing to Eric as he laughed from the couch. "Maybe, maybe not." He took a swig of his beer. "Maybe you just brought something out of him—made him feel comfortable enough to be who he really is." Tris chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched him. He took another swig. "Maybe he's just less of an asshole now."
"Maybe," she whispered, her gut churning.
Silence passed between them as she knocked another shot down, his eyes watching her every movement. "You know, I still feel bad about what happened between us."
"Don't," she said, her voice sharper than she had intended.
He swallowed hard. "Do you miss it?"
"Miss what?"
She pressed the glass to her lips once more, her veins tingling. She shivered as he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Us," he whispered, his breath pelting the nape of her neck.
She barely had time to register what he had said when Eric had bellowed that it was time to start. Four had left her there, the scotch trickling over her tongue before she sat the empty glass down, her eyes following him as he sat down on the couch at the opposite end from Eric. Her eyes landed on Eric and a silent gasp fell from her tongue—his orbs already locked on her. She moved towards them, taking her place on the couch between Eric and Four as Zeke and Shauna took a seat on the other small couch opposite of them.
"Let the games begin," Uriah chanted, a few laughs and cheers echoing in the apartment.
Tris smiled softly as her body tingled, her limbs almost heavy as she rested her head against Eric's shoulder. He had wrapped an arm under her while Four ran his fingers up and down her thighs, her legs draped over his own.
"Bye!" Tris shouted as Zeke and Shauna took their leave. Uriah and Marlene soon followed suit.
"I am never eating cake again," Uriah whined as he headed to the door.
"That's a lie if I ever heard one," Four laughed.
"I'm serious," Uriah countered. "Cake is so bad."
"Go sleep it off," Eric shouted before they mumbled their goodbyes and shut his door.
"That was fun." Four let out a deep sigh and began to get up, his lips pulling down as Tris started to protest, her legs trying to keep him pinned down. "Tris, I should leave. You two have a meeting in the morning, right? I have to be in the control room."
"No," Tris whined, her lips pulling down even farther. "I'm so comfortable right now."
"Are you?" Eric asked, his deep voice vibrating through her skin as she leaned against his chest.
"Yes," she whispered, her body scooting closer to him. She bit her lip, her mind too foggy to stop her movements.
"Maybe Tris isn't done with the game," Eric said.
Tris watched Four run a hand through his hair before he settled back down, Tris smiling as she laid her legs across his lap once more. "Whose turn is it anyway?"
Tris tilted her head to the side as she thought. "I think it was mine." She bit her lip. "No, it was Four's." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe mine."
Eric laughed as Tris groaned as he got up, his hands helping her head rest against the soft cushions. "Perhaps we need more to drink for this."
"Why?" Four asked, his eyebrow quirking.
"Because it's going to be both of your turns."
"Both of our turns?" Tris asked, her words slurring a bit.
"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p.' He returned with three shot glasses filled with a dark caramel colored liquid. "Bourbon, neat. Drink up." He raised his glass in the air, smirking as Tris struggled to sit upright. She grabbed her glass as Four did the same, the three clinking their glasses together before knocking the drinks back. Tris scrunched up her face as the liquid slid down her throat, burning worse than Eric's scotch.
"Nasty," she said as she flicked her tongue over her lips, resisting the urge to gag. He filled the glasses four more times and Tris thought her throat was going to burn out from it all. "It burns."
Eric laughed darkly as his silvery-blue orbs flashed between Four and Tris. He shook his head. "I'm fucking out of my mind," he whispered.
"Why?" Tris asked, her hand resting on his forearm.
He covered her hand with his and laced their fingers, pulling her closer to him. "Because," he whispered against her skin, his lips pressing against her cheek. "This dare is inspired by that little thing you did earlier."
"What thing?" she asked, her voice breathless.
"That thing where you had to give Four a lap-dance." He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing up her jawline. "Is it wrong to say that it has me a little turned on?"
She swallowed hard as she felt Four still behind her, his throat clearing. "What is this dare?" Four choked out, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Silence stretched between them as Eric's silvery-blue orbs looked between them, his lips pulling up in a wicked grin that made Tris' stomach flip. "Follow me."
Tris and Four stood up slowly, Eric and Four's hands holding onto Tris as she stumbled slightly. They walked down the hallway and through the door Eric opened. It clicked shut behind them and he flipped a switch, illuminating his bedroom.
"Why are we here?"
"This is the dare," Eric said. Tris turned to face him, her breath hitching as he began to take his shirt off. "You can join me," his eyes glanced from Tris to Four. "Or you can leave. But this stays between all of us. A Devil's Pact," he whispered.
Tris traced her eyes along Eric's body, his muscles rippling beneath the skin. She turned to watch Four peel off his own shirt, his body more lean but just as built. Fuck, her mind thought as her fingers played with the hem of her shirt, a pinch in her lower belly and a rush of wetness down below.
"We'll start and you can join us when you're ready," Eric said, his voice low as he sat on the bed in just his boxers.
"We won't do anything you don't want to do so stop us if it's too much," Four added, his voice deep and soothing.
Tris was trembling as she watched them move towards each other on the bed. She peeled off her shirt as their lips met tentatively, like fire and ice swirling together. She stepped out of her shorts and underwear, stumbling as their hands ran along each other's sides, their moans low as Eric pushed Four down on the bed. Tris stepped to the side to watch better, peeling her bra off in the process.
Her limbs still felt a bit heavy, but it wasn't just heavy with the weight of the alcohol. It was heavy with lust as her core tightened, watching Eric straddle Four, his teeth pulling Four's lower lip out before kissing down his neck. Eric had stepped out of his boxers while helping Four peel off his own, Tris' heart drumming up her throat as she took in their erections. How is that even—she didn't get to finish her own thoughts as Four let out a deep moan, Eric's hand stroking his length at a steady rhythm.
Tris didn't know when her hand had snaked down her body, but she soon let out a sharp moan, her fingers slipping between her slit. It stung a bit until she got a better angle, pumping her finger in and out as she watched them stroke each other, their lips locking together. Another moan fell from her lips and Eric's silvery-blue eyes fell to her, a smirk on his lips.
"Come here," he ordered, his voice oddly soft as he held his hand out towards her.
She slipped her hand free and crawled towards them in the bed, her lip between her teeth as their eyes locked on her—their pupils blown out all the way. "I don't—"
"Shh," Eric whispered, his finger pressing to her lips. "It'll be okay." She nodded and he pressed his lips to hers softly, a moan on her tongue as he bit her lip. He slipped his tongue over hers and they danced together as Four kissed up her shoulder from behind. "Lay down." She let her head hit the pillow as Four leaned over one side of her, Eric hovering over her thighs. "I've always wanted to know what you tasted like," he whispered before he kissed up her thighs. Her legs fell apart for him and he latched onto her, his tongue swirling around. She let out a breathy moan, her back arching as Four kissed around her breast, his hand massaging the other.
There was so much going on. Eric's tongue flicking over her bundle of nerves as he entered a finger, curling his digits inside her. Four's teeth were pulling at her hardening buds, his tongue soothing each bite. Her body was aflame as she arched her back, rolling her hips up towards Eric. His growl vibrating to her core as her fingers worked into his hair. She let out another moan before Four claimed her lips, his tongue molding to hers as her walls trembled around Eric. She felt a spasm rock through her, her veins on fire before she went rigid—Eric's name on her tongue.
She lulled her head back, a soft sigh on her tongue as she peered up to Eric through heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile on her lips. Eric leaned in closer to Four and they kissed, Four's moan making Tris' core tighten once more as he tasted her on Eric's lips. Eric helped Tris lean forward, her lip between her teeth as she looked between them, her eyes finally settling on Four. She kissed him softly before trailing kisses down his chest. He stopped her when she got close to his throbbing member, his breath hitching. "Tris, you don't have to," he said, his voice tight.
"I want to." She locked gazes with him and he nodded. She blew cold air over him, a shiver pulsing through him, before she licked up his shaft. She smirked as he twitched, his hips bucking up.
"Don't tease him," Eric warned, his hand raking across her ass. She cried out a moan, her skin stinging where he had just smacked her.
Without a second thought, she took Four into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw and throat, breathing through her nose, as she moved up and down. She swirled her tongue around him, twisting it over his head. She heard him moan, his fingers working into her hair softly. She continued to suck on him as Eric gripped her hips and pulled her towards him more, his fingertips threatening to leave bruises. She shivered as she felt him slide his length up and down her slit before entering her in one swift stroke. He stilled in her and waited for her to adjust.
She ignored the sting and focused on Four's throbbing member in her throat, the wat his skin tasted and how it pulsed between her lips. She rolled her hips back and Eric began to move inside her. His thrust were hard and fast, his hands holding her hips up so he could plunge deeper inside her.
Spots were dancing before her eyes as she felt her core unravel, the sounds of their moans igniting her skin. She heard the soft sounds of their lips connecting before Four let out a deep moan, his hips bucking up to her. "I'm going to—" he began but another moan cut him off as she worked harder, swirling her tongue around him as he spilled inside her. She swallowed as he fell back to the bed, her form hovering over him as Eric rammed into her.
Eric's fingers worked into her hair, pulling and tugging softly as Four's hands found her breasts. He pulled and tweaked her nipples before connecting their lips. He leaned back with her as Eric's hand wrapped around her throat, tugging her back towards him until her back pressed against his chest. Four's chest was pressed against her front, one hand on her chest while the other rubbed furiously at her entrance.
Eric began to pick up pace as she let out a breathy moan, her body trembling between them. Four and Eric locked lips, Eric's hand squeezing her throat slightly. Moans were bubbling up her throat, short and breathy, as another spasm rocked through her. Her limbs felt like lead, her skin tingling and lips slightly parted as she tightened her walls around Eric. His throbbing member pulsed between her walls and she bucked her hips back, trying to meet each thrust. She fell forward and Four caught her, letting her head res against his sweat-glistened chest as Eric stilled inside her, her name on his tongue.
He pulled out of her and she settled between them, her head now resting on Eric's chest as Four wrapped an arm around her waist. Eric's hand wrapped around her shoulder as he kissed her forehead.
"Wow," she whispered.
Four let out a small laugh alongside Eric, the sound something Tris cold get used to. "You could say that again," Four quipped before yawning softly, his chest pressed against her back.
Four was soon asleep as Tris drew circles on Eric's chest. "You should sleep," he whispered. "We still have that meeting."
"No," she groaned.
His laughter vibrated down her chest and she smiled softly. "Goodnight, Tris."
She peered up at him, Four's warmth spreading through her as Eric's glacier-like eyes bore into her own. "Eric—"
"I know," he said. "Maybe it was good for Number Boy. Get it out of his system."
She blushed, her lip between her teeth. "He sure did like kissing you."
He rolled his eyes. "Remind me to never ask him about that. Ever."
"I didn't mind it," she admitted.
His eyes locked back on her, his lips pulled up in a smirk. "Kinky, are we?" She bit her lip as she leaned forward, dusting her lips over his. He growled low in his throat as she pulled away, his hands jerking her face back towards him. He glared at her for a long moment before capturing her lips in his, his tongue smoothing over her own. "I don't share."
"Neither do I."
"This was a one-time thing."
"That's the pact, right?"
"What if I want to play with you again?" he asked, his voice low.
She shivered, biting her lip as Four moved behind her. "I'd say: yes." And she would. She couldn't deny the growing attraction towards her mentor.
"And what about Four?"
"What about him?"
"What if he wants something more?"
She peered to Four over her shoulder, watching as he adjusted himself behind her, his arm slightly draped over her as he drew away a little. "I think that maybe you were right. He needed to get it out of his system."
"He needed to get you out of his system."
"And you," she countered, her eyebrow raised. "All that tension between you two—boiled down to—"
"Sexual tension?" Eric supplied for her. "Well, Number Boy is going to have to look elsewhere. I might be taken for a while and she doesn't like to share."
"Taken?"
"Maybe we should talk about it when we're less intoxicated—from alcohol and sex." Tris nodded in agreement and smiled when he kissed her forehead softly. "Goodnight, Tris."
"Goodnight, Eric." She sighed softly as she curled up beside him, Four's soft snores and Eric's gentle heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
That was a lot of fun to write but also kind of hard because of Four and Eric's tension and also because I ship Eris and Four had to be there. But I liked it :) Hope y'all did too
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