A/N: Inspiration struck and here's another chapter! Enjoy! I did :)
Tris was restless through supper, and finally cried out. "Let's go get tattoos!"
Christina looked up from cooing at Will. They'd really become attached in the last few days and Fox felt a pang of jealously. She wanted to sit with Eric and stroke his cheek, not caring who saw. She wanted to feather kisses down his throat and hear that erotic growl whenever she goddamn well felt like, not only hidden in his apartment. Soon, she thought. Just pass initiation.
"Sure! Fox? Will?" Christina asked, eyes alight.
"Hell yeah." Fox grinned.
Tori and Bud were free when they arrived and Will and Christina sat down first, talking about matching ink. Tris rolled her eyes and looked away. Her eyes lit up.
"C'mon Fox." She pulled Fox around and began pulling her away.
Fox allowed herself to be guided and grinned as Tris pulled them into the piercer/hairdresser next door.
"Help you?" A tall, heavily pierced woman asked.
Making a split second decision, Fox answered. "Yes."
"Oh my god!" Tris squealed a few minutes later. "You look great!"
Fox smiled, eyes a little misty; the last piercing had tickled.
Tris reached out, almost touching Fox's eyebrow before pulling back. She was grinning hugely. Fox now sported a septum ring and two rings through her right eyebrow. She'd hesitated only a second on those, they were a match to Eric's but really, this was Dauntless, everyone was pierced, no one would put two and two together.
"Your turn." Fox said, looking at Tris.
"What should I get?"
"You'd look good with a Monroe." The piercer replied. Touching her upper lip to demonstrate the placement, she continued. "It's named after some movie star a couple hundred years ago, it was really popular. It'd look good on you."
Fox nodded in encouragement as Tris looked questioningly at her. "Do it."
"Okay." Tris laughed, climbing into the chair.
Laughing, Tris stood up, her Monroe winking in the light. She glanced over and saw Will and Christina were still in their chairs, not yet done.
"Let's do something with our hair!"
"You first." Fox grinned.
Tris debated a few minutes before talking lowly to the hairdresser.
"Can I help you?" Another stylist appeared beside Fox.
Fox glanced over to answer and stopped. She'd been unsure what to do with her hair and now she knew. "Yes." She grinned. "I want that." She pointed to the stylist's hair.
Half an hour later, Tris and Fox turned to look at each other and Fox let out a very uncharacteristic squeal.
"You look amazing!" They both yelled.
Tris had chosen a magenta coloured ombre and chopped a few inches off. It was drastic and fit her well. Fox's stylist had just finished a type of 'faux dread' on Fox. Taking chunks of hair about as big around as Fox's pinky finger, she'd knotted a black string around the top, and, making a simple knot with each wrap, had completely covered the chunk of hair, all the way down to the bottom. The simple knot had created a serpentine wrap all the way down and as the stylist had worked, she'd told Fox that kids used to make friendship bracelets like this, in multiple colors for each other. She'd worked quickly and completed ten scattered throughout Fox's crown by the time Tris was done. The wraps were hidden underneath slightly, and appeared and disappeared as Fox moved.
"Wow." A deep voice said.
Fox's heart skipped for a moment before she realized that the voice did not belong to Eric. The two girls looked up to see Four standing there, a grin on his face.
"Looks good Fox." He said then turned to Tris.
Fox watched Tris carefully, and saw her blush at something Four said. After a moment, he left and Tris watched him, longing in her eyes.
"What's all that about?" Fox asked, although she already had a pretty good idea.
Tris blushed even darker. "Listen Fox-"
Seeing a golden opportunity, Fox interrupted. "I won't say anything...if you lay off off me."
Sighing in relief, Tris nodded. Glancing back over to the tattoo shop, she said. "They're finally done. Let's go."
Fox slid into Bud's chair and Tris into Tori's.
"Whatta you have, little lady?" Bud drawled. His easy demeanor had relaxed Fox during her first tattoo and they'd even become sort of friends, grinning as they passed each other in the Pit.
"Dauntless symbol, here." Fox pointed to her inner right forearm, high up near the elbow just as Tris said. "Dauntless, here on my shoulder, Tori." She pointed to her right shoulder.
"You guys twins or something?" Tori joked.
"Identical." Fox replied dryly.
Fox lay in her cot that night, waiting for everyone to fall asleep. By the time their ink had been done, it had been almost curfew, so Tris and Fox had headed back to the dorm to get ready.
Fox dozed, startling awake some time later. She glanced at Christina's alarm. 12:18, perfect.
Getting up slowly, Fox quietly left the dorm. She knocked gently at the door.
Eric threw the door open immediately, as if he'd been pacing on the other side waiting for her, maybe he had. He pulled Fox inside and shut the door behind her. He was bare-chested, wearing only sweatpants low on his hips.
Their lips crashed together and a moan escaped Fox, pairing with the guttural groan from Eric. Pulling back, panting, he scanned Fox's face and hair.
He grinned, carefully touching her eyebrow before running a few dreads through his large hands, his touch gentle for so large a man.
"You like?" Fox murmured.
"Oh yeah." Eric breathed. Reaching down, he picked Fox up and carried her to his bed.
Dropping her onto the duvet, Eric attacked. The hours they'd been apart had been too long. Snaking up Fox's body, he pressed his lips to hers, groaning when she opened her mouth and caressed his lips with her tongue.
"Fuck, baby." He groaned.
Fox grabbed Eric's shoulders, pushing him back on the bed. She rolled to straddle him and Eric's hands gripped her hips. He was hard and hot pressing up between her legs and Fox ground down on him, relishing his gasping groan, his mumbled curses.
Fox ripped off her shirt, breasts bouncing free and Eric's hands left her hips to caress her bare chest. His eyes roved over her, hungry. Fox marvelled for a moment at the change. He was so hard and cold in training, watching over the initiates as if it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do, and here, in bed, he gazed at Fox as if she was his world.
Fox snagged her fingers in his waistband, yanking at his sweats. As his cock sprang free, Fox leaned over, taking him in her mouth.
Eric hissed, his hand fisting into her hair. He didn't last long, groaning as he spurted sweetly in Fox's mouth, his hips pumping. Fox swallowed thickly as Eric collapsed back on the pillow, panting.
Rearing up, Fox knee walked up Eric's legs, and, with a mischievous grin, began to pull down her jeans. The sated look in Eric's eyes morphed instantly to hunger again as he sat up, grabbing Fox's waist. He twisted, slamming Fox down on her back and ripped her pants off, her panties followed immediately and Fox gasped as Eric pushed her thighs apart and covered her with his mouth.
His tongue was hot and demanding, his fingers joining the attack and Fox arched her back off the bed. Going down on Eric and hearing the noises he'd made had turned Fox on like never before and that, combined with Eric's furious attentions, ensured the Fox didn't last much longer than he had. She cried out in ecstasy as Eric bit down on her sensitive bud, moaning as Eric lapped at her. Finally, she collapsed back and Eric crawled up to her head, flopping down on the pillow beside her. They were both breathing hard, but their eyes met and Fox knew they weren't done for the night. Grinning, Fox climbed out of bed, playfully shrugging off Eric's hand as he reached for her.
"Where are you going?" He murmured.
"I need a drink of water." Fox left the bedroom.
Pouring a glass, Fox sighed and took a drink, her throat parched.
Strong warm arms banded around her from behind and Eric pressed his hips to her bare ass. He was hard and ready again. His lips caressed the side of her neck as he gently pulled her hair out of the way. Suddenly feeling extra naughty, Fox glanced coyly over her shoulder at him. He grinned wickedly back, his arms tightening. Shifting her feet slightly apart, Fox licked her lips and arched her back, brushing against Eric's cock with her ass.
Eric's expression changed immediately as he understood what Fox wanted. One hand reached down to position his cock and the other curled in front of Fox, cupping her between the legs and making her gasp as he slammed into her from behind.
"Fuck." Eric growled, his thrusts powerful, slapping against Fox's ass. His hand reached up and gripped Fox's shoulder.
Fox moaned and arched her back, crying out as Eric's other hand began to move between her legs.
Eric leaned forward, his teeth nipping at Fox's throat a moment before he leaned his forehead between Fox's shoulders. His hand between her legs pulled Fox back to meet each of his thrusts and Fox began to quake around him, moaning breathily.
"Oh Eric.." She breathed.
"Fuck, baby." Eric hissed. He nipped at her skin. "You like this?"
"Oh yeah.."
"You like me fucking you from behind?" Eric's voice was guttural.
"Oh, fuck yeah.." Fox moaned.
"Tell me." Eric groaned.
"Oh fuck Eric!" Fox cried, spasming around him, her orgasm intense, pulling Eric along with her.
Eric groaned deep in his chest, coming hard, slamming into Fox as he spilled inside her. He collapsed forward, arms wrapping around Fox as his legs quivered.
Fox leaned over the counter, gasping. Eric tucked his head into the crook of her neck as he panted.
After a long moment, Eric pressed his lips to Fox's throat and stood up. His seed trickled down Fox's thighs. Taking her hand, Eric led Fox to the shower.