I'm so sorry this is a day late! I've been feeling under the weather and I couldn't get my head in the right place to do this sense justice. I hope it was worth it!

Don't forget Dardarbinx101 is also taking this challenge go read Gaining All of my Senses!

Thank you for the love, and just a reminder I don't own this stuff I just mess around with it. Outfits will be on Polyvore in an hour or so.

Touch

"Again!" Eric growled as he stood from the mat and dragged Tris up roughly by her elbow.

"I can get up on my own," Tris bit out jerking her arm from his grip. She refused to admit, even to herself, that the place his hand had gripped felt as though it had been electrified.

He gave her a deadly smirk before saying sweetly, "you could if I had all day to wait. I said, again." His voice raising to an angry yell as he positioned himself in front of her.

Tris' goal in todays exercise was to subdue Eric physically. He'd given her his reasons and then she'd pissed him off so he certainly wasn't making this easy on her.

"You'll need to be able to keep even our trained soldiers at bay in the event of an uprising," he had explained.

Before he could continue she had let her inner Christina out, quipping, "or in the event another factions leader tries to turn our soldiers into mindless," he'd cut her off with a firm angry grip around her upper arm and she couldn't hold back the squeal of pain.

"You may not be an initiate any longer, and you've been chosen for leadership, but you are NOT a leader yet. You'll watch your tone with me." He'd been deadly close and she could smell the peppermint mouth rinse he used religiously, and his eyes flashed a murderous steel grey as she held her head up in defiance. He had released her with a rough shove and instructed her to attempt to get him to the ground.

This was her seventh attempt and it ended much like the others; with her face down on the mat and Eric holding her arm twisted at an odd angle and his knee in her spine. "Are you even trying?" He spat out at her.

"Shut up Eric."

As he opened his mouth to scold her for her insolence she stepped into him and attempted to force his arm back as he'd done to her. Tris managed to get behind him, but as she moved forward to use her knee to collapse he is legs he bent forward violently and Tris found herself flat on her back with Eric's weight on her as he straddled her hips holding her arms over her head.

She struggled to breathe blaming the impact on the mat when really it was the heat of his lower body over her core, the tingling of his breath on her face, and the electricity of his fingers threatening to bruise the pulse points at her wrists.

Tris bucked her hips in an attempt to lift him off of her. All she succeeded in doing was creating a delicious friction between her legs that forced an involuntary moan to bubble up her throat and out over her parted lips.

Eric's grip on her wrists loosened for a fraction of a second and his pierced eyebrow lifted in question before he leaned in close and tightened his grip again, "Really? Not as stiff as we all thought you were, or are you just trying to distract me?" His voice was low and seductive just over her ear. "I don't think you're experienced enough to know how distracting that would be," He whispered as he ran the tip of his upturned nose slowly up the length of her neck.

Just as Tris was giving in to the sensation of his skin on hers and allowing her head to fall back her wrists were free and his weight was gone and two large hands were hauling her off the floor. Her body grieved the loss of his. He was standing over her his arms crossed over his chest. "I've seen you this week," he stepped forward forcing her to step back. "Shivering when I spoke at your ear," he leaned in to whisper at her ear again his arms dropping to his sides as she stepped back again.

"Eric," her voice betraying her as she took another half step back before her back hit the wall.

Eric put his hands on either side of her head, "I saw you staring on Tuesday."

She closed her eyes when she felt his breath warm against her ear.

"I thought you were just uncomfortable, but then yesterday as we were walking out of the office," his voice was a deadly whisper. He was so close that his lips grazed her over heating skin and she knew her face was colored with blood rushing to her cheeks, "I noticed you breathe in a little too deeply through your nose." Tris started to shake her head but he interrupted her with a finger to her lips and she opened her eyes to see his grey orbs locked on her lips. "Don't bother denying it. It's Okay Stiff, I'm rather partial to the vanilla and almond lotion you use." Eric's finger was warm and rough against the soft full curve of her lower lip as he dragged it down.

"Breathe Tris." He whispered as his nose brushed hers. She obliged and let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. He said, "See you in the morning," and then closed the distance and covered her lips with his gently for only a second before he was gone. Tris opened her eyes to an empty training room and the feeling of his lips still lingering on hers. She ran her own cold soft fingers over her lips in stark contrast to what his had felt like.

Friday couldn't come soon enough.

I hope that made up for the missed day.