Well this has gone beyond the simple PWP I had planned, but I'm not sure what that means as far as where it may be going. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the next chapter! Please drop me a line at the end!

Tris fled through the dark hallways, the smell of vomit and the sounds of Edward's screams still ringing in her ears. She had cleaned up the mess, and then she had fled the room.

She didn't care if the idea was still foreign to her. She didn't care that she was still confused by the abrupt change in Eric's behavior toward her. She didn't care she was probably being stupid and reckless. She didn't care that she wasn't sure if she was ready for it yet.

She needed to forget, and she knew that Eric could make it happen.

It didn't take her long to find the section Christina had mentioned, or to find the door with Eric's name next to it. Tris looked down the hall on either side of her nervously, not wanting to wake anyone else and have to explain why she was there at this time of night. Gently she knocked on the door, hoping no one else in the vicinity was awake.

It was only thirty seconds later that Eric opened the door, bleary-eyed, with mussed hair and wearing only boxers. The sight struck her, and made heat flare in her veins. She didn't know if it was his physique, the knowledge of what she was about to do or a combination of both that caused it, but seeing Eric dressed in next to nothing this way made her breath come faster. He gave her a look of surprise, but stepped aside and gestured for her to pass him.

"Tris?" He asked as he closed the door behind her. He stepped closer and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to look at him. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to think about it right now. I just want to forget. I want you. Please?"

Eric placed his hands gently on her waist, drew her close until they were chest to chest. "And you're sure you want this?" He whispered.

Not trusting her voice to be steady, Tris nodded.

Without further hesitation, Eric leaned down and caught her lips gently with his own, kissing her tenderly. Her arms wound around his neck and he threaded one hand through her hair while the other arm held her securely against him. He traced his tongue along her lower lip, and Tris parted her lips with a sigh. At her acceptance he kissed her deeply, meeting her tongue with his own and holding her tighter when she responded to him with equal fervor.

Eric could already feel himself growing hard, and hooked the arm around her waist under her ass, making Tris wind her legs around his waist as he picked her up to carry her back to his room. He laid them down on his bed, hovering over her and moving to kiss along her jaw, working his way slowly down her throat as she panted beneath him. Eric slid his hand under her shirt and along her waist, pushing the hem up slowly and following the path of exposed skin with his lips, laying open mouthed kisses along her waist and up to her sternum until he pulled the shirt over her head completely and tossed it to the floor.

He sat back to admire her briefly, noticing that while her breasts were small, her nipples were pert and rose pink.

"God you're perfect," he said huskily, leaning down to catch one of those nipples between his lips.

Tris arched her back with a strangled gasp as his tongue brushed across her nipple, licking and suckling there before moving to the other side and doing the same. Eric kissed and licked his way back down her waist to the hem of her pants, guiding them down her hips and off her legs slowly, where they too dropped to the floor. He kissed the protrusion of her hip bones, nipping them gently with his teeth as he went.

He pulled her thighs over his shoulders and placed a soft kiss at the crest of her pubic bone, making her shudder. Softly, he touched his tongue to her clit, making her muscles tense as she cried out in surprise. He used his tongue to slowly stroke her, letting her adjust to the sensation of his mouth on her.

Slowly he formed a rhythm of stroking, licking and suckling at her that made her clench her hands around his painfully, shifting her hips without conscious thought to put him in the places she wanted him to be. After several minutes he felt her thighs clench and her back arched as her hands found his hair, holding him firmly in place. Knowing she was almost at the edge, he rolled her clit firmly and repeatedly with his tongue, not breaking the pattern as her body seized up.

Eric placed his hands low on her stomach just as she broke apart, crying out loudly and attempting to buck her hips as she came. As soon as her thighs loosened enough to let him up he pulled away, and he took the opportunity to grab a shirt from the floor and wipe his face off, knowing the sight of her own fluids on his face would probably seem gross to her.

He moved to hover her again, kissing her softly and sliding his boxers off before sliding two fingers inside her, thrusting slowly and widening them to stretch her. It wouldn't do much good, but any pain he could spare her would be worth it.

"Are you ready?" He asked, removing his fingers from her and stroking her hair gently.

"Yes." Her voice was shaky, but he could see the determination in her eyes.

Eric reached over to his night stand, fumbling slightly as he snatched a condom and a bottle of oil from the drawer. When he ripped it open she looked at it quizzically, obviously not knowing what it was.

"It's called a condom," he told her as he rolled it on. "It's to keep you from getting pregnant." He kept talking as he tossed the packet aside and picked up the oil, squirting a generous amount into his hand and coating himself. "The oil just works as lubricant, makes it easier for you."

He laid atop her once more, placing his elbows on either side of her head, resting his forehead against hers and positioning his head against her.

"This is going to hurt at first Tris, there isn't anything I can do to change that. Okay?"

Tris bit her lip and nodded. "I figured it would."

"I can take it slow and try to make it easier, or I can just do it all at once. Which do you want?"

"Just get it over with," she whispered.

Eric nodded, and leaned down to kiss her tenderly, almost in apology.

"Bite down on my shoulder," he instructed as he pulled away. Eric tucked his head into the crook of her neck and placed a hand on her hip to steady her. He felt her mouth on the juncture of his neck and shoulder and braced himself.

He pressed a soft kiss to the skin of her neck, and pushed into her in one strong, seamless thrust. Her teeth bit down instinctively as she cried out and he groaned, both from the pain of the bite and the feeling of being inside her.

Her nails were digging into his back and he could feel the tension in her muscles, clenching instinctively against the pain. Eric pulled back enough to look at her, stroking her cheek reassuringly with his thumb and placing soft kisses where tears slid from her eyes. They tasted salty on his tongue.

"Tell me when you're ready," he whispered softly. "Try to relax, it'll make it easier."

He caught her lips with his own, and kissed her softly while he waited, buried inside her and restraining himself while she adjusted. For his height and weight his size was average, but she was so comically small in comparison to him, ten inches shorter a good hundred pounds lighter, that he knew to her he had to feel huge.

Soon enough he felt her relax, and pulled back to look at her questioningly. She nodded and he withdrew from her almost completely, before pushing very slowly back inside her. Her face pinched, and he paused briefly before repeating the movement, continuing to do so until there was no pain left in her eyes.

"Still hurt?"

"No," she reassured, smiling gently at him.

Staring into her eyes, Eric pulled back and thrust forward again, faster and more firmly than he had been. When she still showed no signs of lingering pain he began to move steadily, thrusting slowly as he studied her face, looking for the first expression of pleasure.

Eric did his best to ignore the sensations racing through his own body, determined to stay his own pleasure until he had shown her just what it could be to make love to someone.

After several minutes, he finally hit an angle that coaxed a response from her. Just a small moan, but it was all the encouragement he needed. He angled his hips and hit the same place again, noting the way her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted with a sigh. He met her with a kiss, slowly beginning to pick up speed as she became more responsive.

Eric kissed her deeply, passionately as he moved inside her, thrusts quick and firm. Her fingers dug into his back, nails scraping along his skin in a way that made it even better. Each thrust elicited a cry from her, and Tris wrapped her legs around his hips in an attempt to push him deeper inside her.

The first time his name fell from her lips, a cross between a gasp and a sob it made something flutter in his chest that he hadn't felt before. Eric stared down into her eyes as he abruptly changed his pattern, using small motions to rub his tip against the spot he had found deep inside her, stroking repeatedly until she came, fisting her hands in his hair and crying his name.

It was all he could do not let go right then, to allow her clenching muscles to draw his own release from him so soon. He stopped moving entirely as she came, laying his head on her shoulder and thinking of anything he could to hold back his own orgasm. When he was sure he wasn't going to explode just yet he began to move again.

Eric changed the angle of their bodies, pushing her knees up closer to her chest and propping himself up on his hands to push himself deeper inside her than he had been before. The action elicited a low, guttural groan from her and her ankles pressed against his hips, still attempting to draw him deeper.

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, and the tone and pitch of her moans changed, growing lower and longer instead of the sharp cries before. He moved her legs again, pulling them down and rolling them over so she was lying atop him instead. Tris froze and gave him a nervous look, clearly unsure now that she was so clearly in control.

"Sit up straighter," he instructed softly, pulling her knees forward until she straddled him and pushing her up into a sitting position. He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her downward until he was fully inside her. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed and he helped her again, guiding her hips upward until just his tip was left inside her. This time she sunk back down onto him on her own, the pair of them groaning in satisfaction as he filled her completely.

Eric was struck dumb by how gorgeous she looked, hair cascading down her back, lips swollen and red from his kisses as she began to ride him, taking control of something that had scared her so recently and trusting him completely. Eric sat up, curling an arm around her waist and scooting to sit on the end of the bed.

Eric's arms were strong as they wound all the way around her, one around her lower back and the other around her ribs as she continued to ride him, staring directly into his eyes as she did. Driven by an urge he didn't understand Eric kissed her again, and the feeling was completely different this time, though they had been kissing feverishly since she stepped through his door.

He could feel his release approaching, and this time he did not try to hold it off but let himself be taken away with the sensations and emotions flooding his body. He could feel it pooling in his lower belly, and his arms tightened around her even more as they both drew closer.

Her moans and half formed words grew steadily louder, and it was with a shout of his name that she came again, her eyes closing as her mouth dropped open, making him swear she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She clenched hard around him and it drew from him his own climax, making his own head fall back as he shouted unintelligibly. His hips rocked instinctively and he felt her spasm slightly again, drawing a last burst of climax from her as well.

When her body had drawn every last bit of pleasure it could from him Eric moved back and fell to the bed with a deeply satisfied groan, tugging the condom off and cradling Tris against his chest, stroking her hair softly. He felt her shiver slightly, and realized belatedly that the pair of them were coated in a layer of sweat. Eric arched his back enough to grab the covers from beneath him and dropped back down, laying the thick comforter over top of them both. Eric trailed his fingers over her back and along her spine beneath it, noticing how soft and smooth her skin was and thinking idly that he wouldn't mind spending a lot more time this way, just holding her.

A soft snore caught him by surprise, and a moment of shock thrilled through him when he realized she had fallen asleep this way, draped across his chest with his arms wrapped around her. No girl had ever fallen asleep in his arms before, and the sweetness of the action and of the moment disarmed him.

Eric had never taken notice of his solitude, had never truly felt lonely, but suddenly the idea of returning to this bed without her, of sleeping here alone without her in his arms was repulsive. And he had absolutely no idea what to make of that. He took a deep breath, the sweet smell of her hair and their lovemaking tickling his nose. Exhausted by being woken in the middle of the night, their sex and most of all by emotions he couldn't begin to make sense of, Eric slept.