I can't thank you guys enough for loving this story and encouraging me to get these chapters out! So, I think you'll love the ending to this one ;) It's a goodieeeee.
This is rated M for a reaon: sexual content and strong language will ensue
I do not own Divergent or any related characters or situations.
Characters may be ooc at times, they may not be, this is a warning just to cover my bases
Enjoy!
Their eyes were locked in a steely-gazed battle—neither one yielding to the other. Tris slurped her cup loudly as Eric propped himself up on his elbows at the island counter.
"Are you going to glare at me while you drink your tea? Tea that I made for you out of the kindness in my heart, mind you," he spoke innocently.
Tris quirked her eyebrow. "Yes. I'm still mad at you."
He feigned mock hurt as he clutched his heart and puffed out his lower lip. "I'm hurt, Tris. I made you your favorite tea and you wound me."
"I'd enjoy my favorite tea if you made it in your own apartment for once. You know, the place that's yours and not mine." He opened his mouth but she held her hand up to silence him. "Yeah, yeah. Something about my apartment being better. Whatever. I'm mad about something else."
He cocked his head to the side as he thought—realization crossing his features slowly. His eyes rolled dramatically. "I was told to let you know about the meeting with Max."
"You also said you'd tell me what it was about on the way."
"Did I?"
She snorted. "Yeah, and you never did tell me and I was panicking the whole way there. And it was just a progress report on how I was doing and what are you doing?" She was rambling as he shifted in his seat.
Eric had started to take his shirt off—sliding off of the stool. "I'm going to take a shower. I have to leave for Erudite in forty-five minutes."
"Use your own!"
He stuck out his lower lip and cast his eyes down. "I don't want to."
She grumbled low in her throat as she went to the fridge. She opened the door and froze. "Did you get me groceries?"
"No, I brought some of my food here. Figured I didn't want to starve while I'm here."
"You wouldn't starve if you ate at your own place." She slammed the door shut and crossed her arms over her chest tightly. "Are you secretly moving in?"
He scoffed at her. "Fat chance, Stiff. But if you want me, all you have to do is ask."
"Why don't you move in? You can take my clothes out of my closet and put yours in—you can even take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."
Grinning, he unfolded her arms from her chest and held onto her hands. Her breath hitched in her throat as warmth spread up her fingers. "I wouldn't take your bed from you. We can share." He winked at her, causing a blush to spread down her face. He let go of her hands and went into the bathroom. His warmth was still around her as the shower started to run.
She leaned on the wall of the tattoo parlor, watching everyone move around. Tori waved to her from the back and Tris nodded in acknowledgment. "Want a new tattoo? Or microdermals to match your new boyfriend?" Christina's voice was high-pitched but amusement flickered across her face.
"He's not my boyfriend." Christina raised a delicate eyebrow before waving Tris over.
"What am I doing for you?"
"Can you cut hair?"
"Yeah, just a trim?" Christina was playing with the red nail polish that painted her fingernails—flaking at the edges.
"I had something a little more dramatic in mind."
Christina smiled wickedly. "Have a seat."
Tris' favorite part was having her hair washed—someone else's fingertips massaging her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered closed as Christina's nails scraped and soothed—the vanilla lather filling the room. "Is this too hot?" Christina asked as she turned the hose on.
The warm liquid washed over her—beading down her head and droplets splashing her cheeks. "It's fine," she said—relaxing down into the chair.
Christina's face was focused as she worked—eyes serious and mouth set into a straight line. Her delicate hands swayed through Tris' hair—cutting away and smoothing down. The next thing she knew, hot air was blowing on her head as Christina styled her hair.
Looking in the mirror, she fidgeted in the chair. Christina frowned. "Don't like it?"
Tris' eyes widened. "No, I—sorry, old Abnegation roots."
Christina narrowed her eyes before she understood. Abnegation and mirrors didn't mix. "You look sexy, Tris. Look at yourself." Tris sighed and forced her eyes upon the mirror.
Her dark-blonde hair swayed above her shoulders—curling at the ends. She swished her head from side to side and watched the layers of her hair swing—a mixture of yellows and golds blurring in the mirror. Her lips pulled into a huge smile. "Thanks, Chris."
"Anytime. Now, where is our scary leader?"
Christina didn't miss how Tris' face fell slightly, but held her tongue. "He's at Erudite for a meeting. I don't know what for." I have a guess.
Christina sighed. "Well, I can take an early lunch and we can eat together? Like old times?"
Tris nodded. "Yeah, definitely."
"Tori! I'm heading out!" The woman in the back waved her on and Christina gave a small squeal as the two left the parlor. They were walking down the hall when Christina turned to the right.
"The cafeteria is the other way."
"I was going to stop by the control room and see Will. Maybe ask him if he wants to join."
Tris stiffened. She didn't want to run into Four.
Christina stuck out her lower lip and whined softly. "Please, Tris?"
She rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply. "Let's go, then." Christina squealed again and Tris glared. "Just stop making that noise."
Christina smirked. "He's rubbing off on you."
"Is not."
"Sure he's not." Christina rolled her eyes as they reached the control room. Stepping inside, she glanced around until she spotted Will.
Christina waltzed in and tapped him on the shoulder—whispering quietly. Tris' eyes found Four, but he was paying attention to the monitors. She leaned in the doorway as Christina and Will brushed past her.
"Eric finally letting you have some fun, Tris?" Will asked. Tris flinched when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Tris?" Four called from his seat.
She nodded to him—hoping that would be enough before turning to leave with her friends.
"Tris, wait!"
Christina shot Tris an apologetic look and Will scooted closer to his girlfriend—confusion lining his features. "Yes, Four?" Tris asked, unable to keep the annoyance from her voice.
He stopped just ahead of her—an unreadable emotion flashing across his face. He opened his mouth to speak a few times—sealing his lips soon after, unsure of what to say. Tris' annoyance was evident on her face now, as she stood with her arms crossed and a deep sigh escaping her lips.
Four ran his hand through his hair and inhaled sharply. "You, uh, you look good, Tris."
Tris raised both eyebrows, not bothering to hide her shock. "Thanks. Anything else?"
"I—can we—I don't want you out of my life completely." His eyes were dark and sad and so far away.
Tris felt her heart fall. "I don't want you out of my life completely, either. I just need space right now. Time. I need to figure things out before I can place you somewhere."
He chewed on his lower lip, nodding slowly. He stuck out his hand to her. "Friends?"
She smiled and shook his hand—stiffly. "Friends. I have to go. See you around."
She spun on her heel and felt his eyes on her back as the three made their way to the cafeteria.
Tris was sitting at her desk, staring at a stack of paperwork Eric had left for her. She grabbed the note from the top of the pile.
Here's a present from me. Type up your responses and send them out—make sure you send them to me, too. Type up all of the changes you want to propose to Max—we have a meeting with him next week about that. Happy that I told you ahead of time? I'll be back around 5:30, so this whole stack better be done.
-Asshat
Tris smirked to herself. She loved that he had this whole other side to him—he was still a cocky, asshole, but he was genuine. Groaning, she flipped through the papers and began typing.
She was halfway done when her hand started to cramp. Flexing her fingers out, she looked across the hall. His office door was closed and her lips were tugging down at the corners.
She resumed her workload when her hand relaxed—reading and typing and typing and reading. She began to understand why Eric hated paperwork so much—it was tedious.
She was on her last report. It had a blue sticker on it and she resisted the urge to crumple it up. She skimmed it slowly—her heart drumming as she did so. Those idiots. It was another report against Abnegation on the food supply. It had statistics on how much food was given to each faction and slammed Abnegation—stating that they were hoarding the food for themselves, not the factionless. Tris clenched her fists as her mind whirred. Calm down and write the report. She sighed and read it over—trying to think without a bias. Her mind noticed that this report was from one person only—no one countering it or backing it up. That's flimsy. The statistics seemed to be pulled out of no where, too, but she had no way of knowing that. I can ask for a proper report, though—actual documentation for the food supply. Tris smirked as she typed—pressing her fingertips into the keys a little harder than normal.
Tris stretched as she glanced at the clock. 5:15. I have enough time to write up my suggestions, she thought as she opened up a new document. Her fingers flashed through the keys as new ideas came to her.
Having separate trainers for the boys and girls to prepare for fights would give females a better chance of passing stage one. She thought back to Peter and his lackeys—anger swirling in the pit of her stomach. The standing board with the graded initiates should be accessible at all times—relieving the stress of wondering where one stands during the stages. She narrowed her eyes. During stage one, the initiates should be paired up—as best as possible. If their partner is failing, they fail too. This promotes the competitive nature to do better, while promoting teamwork as well—and hopefully eliminating violent acts against one another.
Feeling satisfied, she saved the document and shut her computer down. Locking up her office, she made her way to the cafeteria.
She was standing in line when her shoulder was pushed back. Glaring over her shoulders she was met with a pair of gray-blue eyes and a shit-eating grin.
Tris rolled her eyes and glanced to the clock behind the counter. 5:45. "You're late."
"I got back to the compound at five-thirty. I was not late." Tris scoffed as their plates were filled with square-wavy noodles and a red sauce.
They sat down at a table and Eric watched Tris' eyes stare intently at her food. She poked it with a fork as a few people joined them.
"It's lasagna." A light voice rang out next to her. Tris glanced at the woman, Kara, with her bright red hair and glowing green orbs.
"Oh," Tris said as she looked back up to Eric. He cut a bit of the pasta up and popped it into his mouth nodding to her to do the same. Mimicking his movements, she slipped the meat-filled noodle into her mouth—chewing slowly. "It's really good," she said after she swallowed. Eric's eyes lighting up and a smile slithering across his face.
"You're such a Stiff," he said as he ate his food. He ducked as she threw a piece of her cornbread at him—a glare taking over her face.
"Watch it, now!" A deep voice said. The man scooted away from Eric as Tris sent him an apologizing look.
"Sorry, Jax," she said as the dark-skinned man nodded—gray eyes gleaming with mischief.
Suddenly something soft and crumbly splattered in her hair and Tris turned her glare back to Eric—who was propped up on his palms, staring at her innocently. She brushed the baked good from her hair, as she huffed.
Eric let out a soft laugh as he threw more crumbs at Tris. "I love the haircut, by the way. I think the cornbread really brings out your highlights."
Jax let out a small chuckle before cutting himself short—noticing Tris' hard glare on him. "I think your hair looks nice."
Kara rolled her eyes, kicking Jax under the table. "Pansycake," she muttered.
Tris' eyes flickered to something behind Eric for just a moment—sending out a small nod. Tris turned her attention back to Eric. "You know what I think would really bring out the blue in your eyes, Eric?"
His eyes darkened a little—his eyebrows raised. "Do tell."
Suddenly dark-chocolate frosting was decorating the side of Eric's face—moist cake crumbling down his neck. Tris licked her lips involuntarily—Eric's eyes darkening a shade more. "Thanks Uriah!" Tris yelled as her friend ran from the cafeteria.
"No problem! Now keep him from killing me!" He called over his shoulder.
The cafeteria fell silent—soft murmurs echoing here and there, breaths being held captive as all eyes fell onto Eric. His face was covered in chocolate cake—frosting slicking his hair back and hanging off his cheek.
He glared at Tris who glared right back—a smirk upon her lips and a dainty eyebrow raised.
He shook his head slightly as he cracked a smile. Tension deflated as his laughter filled the cafeteria—other people joining in. A few moments passed by before he glared around the lunch-room. "Knock it off!" His booming voice cut their laughter short—breaths hitching in their throats.
Smirking he wiped the cake off of his face. "Let's get you cleaned up," Tris said as she stood up. The two put their trays away as they walked out of the cafeteria, stepping in sync with one another.
Tris pointed to the toilet seat. "Sit." Rolling his eyes, Eric listened—sitting on the lid as Tris filled a bucket with warm water and grabbed a cloth.
She giggled as she wiped the cake off of his face and the frosting from his hair—earning an icy stare. "That was mean, Stiff." He pouted a little as she scrubbed the chocolate away. "And a waste of good cake."
She stared at him. "Haven't tried it yet."
He blinked a few times. "You're joking."
She tried to ignore the piercing glare he was giving her but it sent shivers to her toes. "Fine," she huffed as she put the cloth down. Grabbing his face with both hands, she leaned forward. Her tongue flicked across his cheek—lapping up the moist cake and frosting. She felt him shift and heard him gulp. She leaned back and swallowed, watching his eyes darken as they had done so in the cafeteria. "It's pretty good," she said before continuing to wash his face.
He stared at her. "Pretty good? You lick the side of my face for cake-scraps and it's pretty good?"
She shrugged. It was delicious and I want to taste more of you. "It was really good. Happy?"
He scoffed. She was finishing wiping his face and brushing the crumbs from his hair. "That was pretty hot, you know?"
She pinched her thumbnails into the pads of her index fingers—already feeling the heat from her blush form down her neck. Smirking, she turned to him. "Pretty hot? I just licked the side of your face and it's it's pretty hot?" she mocked.
He rolled his eyes as he stood up—the two filling up the bathroom space quickly. She shifted on her feet as he leaned forward—hot breath tickling her ear. "It was really fucking hot." He winked before shooing her out.
She huffed and shot him a questioning look. "What are you—"
"I'm taking a shower. I don't want remnants of chocolate on me or getting on my pillow."
"Use your own shower!" she yelled as he shut the door on her face—grinning from ear to ear.
She walked out to the kitchen, a sweet aroma lulling her along. She watched Eric place a whole cake onto the counter, a huge grin filling his face.
"Come here," he beckoned.
She sauntered over, running a hand over his biceps. She felt his muscles flex and shift beneath her fingertips—a gush of wetness flowing between her legs.
He picked up a sliver between his fingers and offered it to her. She took him in her mouth, swallowing the moist cake and sucking the chocolate off of his fingers—slowly.
He groaned, eyes getting darker and pupils dilating as she licked his fingers up and down. "You taste good," she cooed, watching him shudder.
A sly smirk played at his lips as he took a bigger slice and pushed it onto her lips. Her eyes widened a bit before his lips attached to hers—sucking and licking.
Their tongues danced—tasting of sweat and chocolate. She moaned into his mouth as he licked her lips clean. "So do you," he whispered against her mouth.
A mischievous grin plastered her face as she grabbed a fistful of cake. Soon they were both covered—him more so than her.
He lifted her up and brought her to the bathroom—wiping most of the cake off of her first, and then himself.
Rubbing her thighs together, she stepped forward and licked his face. He grabbed her hips as she pushed him to the bathroom wall, her tongue erasing all traces of cake she could reach.
"I think you missed a spot," he murmured against her skin, kissing the crook of her neck.
"Where?" she asked, breathless.
He pulled her flush against his body and she could feel his erection pressing into her. She wound down his body—nails scraping down his chest as she got on her knees. He moaned as she slid down his pants and took him in her mouth.
Her tongue worked around the head, swirling down the shaft. "Please, don't tease me," he whispered as she took him in her mouth.
Relaxing her throat, she sucked up and down—his fingers splaying in her hair, pushing her down onto him. He bucked his hips to meet her and she pushed his hips back—restraining him to the wall. He growled in response, pulling her hair slightly. She moaned around him, hot breath tickling his shaft as her tongue darted around—licking softly.
He pulled on her hair sharply, forcing her up. He crashed his lips to hers as he tore her clothes off. "I need to be inside of you." He opened the shower door and slammed her to the wall. It was as cold as stone but smooth and she arched her back as he turned the water on—hot steam filling the bathroom.
He hoisted her up the wall as she snaked her legs around his waist. Their lips molded together as he thrust up inside of her—moaning into each other's mouths.
One hand held onto her hip, pushing her onto him with each thrust. The other stroked her clit gently—sensually. He stroked with each thrust and her head fell back against the wall—her arms dragging his face closer to her. She took his lower lip between her teeth and nipped, darting her tongue out to sooth the bite. He peppered her jawline with kisses as she moaned—swinging her hips forward.
She clamped her walls down around him, her toes curling. His member throbbed inside of her as she bit his shoulder—nails raking down his back. He growled as she came—following soon after.
She relaxed into his chest, the hot water trickling over them. He sucked on her neck as he washed her body—hands spreading the water between her thighs. She shivered as his fingers stroked her—circling her sensitive folds.
She heard a container pop open and its contents being squeezed out. Then, his fingers were in her hair—scraping against her scalp and massaging the shampoo into her hair. She couldn't help the moan that rushed past her lips—eyes closing and head falling back towards him.
She felt one hand leave her head and felt the water splash her back as it was rinsed under the shower-head. His left hand continued to massage her scalp while the other snaked around her body and fell between her folds.
His long fingers stroked her and dug inside her—pumping in and out, flicking her clit. She moaned and grasped onto his thighs—needing something to hold onto.
"You like that, baby?" he asked in her ear—fingers twining in her hair and pulling her head back as he stroked her clit. "You a dirty girl?" He panted by her ear as her head lulled back into him—soft moans peppering her lips.
"Fuck, yes. I'm so dirty."
He switched his angle, causing her to arch her back as his fingers slid deeper into her. The shower-head washed the lather away and his left hand found its way around her throat—squeezing softly and pulling her into him. "Are you my bad girl?"
"Yes! I'm your bad girl, Eric, punish me."
She felt him smirk against her skin as her walls trembled around his fingers. She dug her nails into his thighs as she came—her moans mixing with his guttural growls.
Tris woke covered in sweat. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the tightness in her core and the wetness between her legs.
She whimpered as her hand snaked down her body—fingers pumping in and out. Her other hand pinched her nipples and she bit her lip as the knot tightened.
She was frustrated. No matter how her fingers worked, she couldn't go over the edge. She tried every angle. She was right there—teetering above her bliss. She let out a frustrated moan when her bedroom door flew open.
Eric stood there in his boxers—steely gaze on her. She was sprawled out on her bed, one hand clamped around her breast and the other pumping down below. She sucked in a deep breath and flailed her hands to her side—slipping her cover over her.
She was blushing harder than ever before and he was just standing there in the doorway, face expressionless and eyes trailed on her. His intense stare made more wetness pool between her thighs and she huffed in response. "Ever hear of knocking?"
He raised his pierced eyebrow, a smooth grin plastering his face. "Need help with that?"
Tris' eyes widened and her stomach dropped—her heart stopped beating and she couldn't breathe. This isn't real. I'm still dreaming. It's a dream within a dream, right? She blinked a few times as he moved closer to her—his hand reaching out to draw the covers off of her completely. She shivered at the change in temperature—goosebumps, very real goosebumps, dotting her skin. Her very real skin that was very, really naked. Fuck me.
Haha, I'm so evil. Reviews make me happy, but so do follows and favorites and you guys in general. :) Fair warning: I'm going away this weekend and I may not have the chance to post anything until either Sunday night or Monday morning. (if it's not until Monday, I'll try to post two chapters that day to make up for it)
Gah, on a side note, I'm going to this ren faire and the actor who plays the Mountain on GoT is gonna be there and I'm so happpppyyyyyyyyy.
Also, I just wanted to add that their relationship will be a slow burn. But there will be sexual content between them that will occur without a relationship because Eric is a very complicated guy and feelings don't come easy to him. He'd rather toss it up to needing good sex than needing love. Just wanted to clear things up incase there was some confusion!
Until next time! Bye-bye! :)