A/N: Hi, guys! Here's the chapter I promised you. It was going to be posted yesterday, but the site had others plans being down all day. It was extremely annoying, but I'm so glad it's back up and running.
This chapter is not the original chapter I intended on posting. I, literally, wrote this chapter in less than two days, starting Sunday night. With the site down yesterday, I was able to read over it enough to my satisfaction. I came up with this idea on Sunday afternoon, and while writing it out, I wasn't sure if I'd use it or not. I then got the idea to use the outtake I mentioned last chapter that was partially finished for the latter half of this chapter, but reworked it a bit, so it's not exactly how I originally intended to use it. I'm a bit nervous about this chapter because I usually have a lot more time to think them over, so let me know if it sucks or not. More of an explanation about the chapter below, if you care to read it.
Just a warning for all readers, there is definite smut in the second half of this chapter and it's a bit explicit. It's not in as much detail as I normally go into, but it's written that way for a reason, which you'll find out once you read it. It's still on the graphic side, though.
As in last chapter, Eric's texts are in italics, while Laney's are in bold italics.
I hope you enjoy and thanks once again for all your love!
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, nor any of the characters. All characters belong to Veronica Roth, except for Laney Jameson, who belongs to me. This story contains mature and sexual content/situations, so read at your own risk.
Chapter 6
It was pitch black dark when Laney heard her phone ring beside her, sitting straight up in her bed. She was used to getting late-night calls from time to time being in Dauntless with people who drink on a daily basis, but she was supposed to be off the next few days. Grabbing her phone, she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the screen to see it was none other than Eric.
"Hello?" Laney asked, trying to wake up completely by rubbing her face.
"Laney, it's Eric," Eric replied as if it wasn't obvious.
"Eric, it's after one in the morning. What is it?" Laney did her best to pay attention in case he had hurt himself. She noted through her sleepy haze that his tone wasn't his normal cold one.
"I know. Look, I'm sorry for waking you, but I really need your help."
"Ok, give me a couple minutes, and I'll be right there."
Laney hung up and got up out of bed before she changed her mind. She knew she had to put on more clothes, wearing only a thin t-shirt and underwear. She dug through her dresser until she found a pair of shorts, quickly pulling them up her legs. Grabbing her phone on her way out, she quickly made her way up to the leader's apartment, completely forgetting about shoes until her feet hit the cool tiled floor in the halls.
Once she had run up the stairs and reached Eric's door, Laney quickly punched in the code and made her way inside. There were hardly any lights on, as per usual. As she made her way into the apartment, she saw Eric standing around in nothing but a pair of gym shorts that hung low on his hips with the drawstring loose and untied, as if he had just thrown them on. His hands were resting on top of his head as Eric paced the room. Laney could immediately tell something was wrong and didn't think she had seen the leader this visibly upset before.
"Eric, what is it? Are you ok?" Laney asked rushing over to him.
"LJ, I screwed up," Eric commented, only stopping a minute to look at her and returned to his pacing.
"Tell me what happened. I can't help you if you don't calm down and explain everything." Laney grabbed his uninjured arm to stop his pacing, pulling his face to look at her own.
Eric grabbed her hand, pulling her quickly behind him into his bedroom without hesitation, barely giving her a chance to catch up. When the two entered the room, the sight Laney saw had her mouth dropping open.
"Oh my god," Laney replied in shock. Looking into the room, she instantly saw blood on the floor and an unconscious girl lying on her stomach that Laney immediately recognized as the blonde that she had threatened. "Eric, what did you do?"
"I-I called her back to see if she would come back over. She wouldn't at first because I think she was afraid of you; I told her I would take care of you and not to worry." Eric bit his lip, pausing. "When she got here, we started to fool around. It was just kissing, at first, and then when it started going farther, she started calling you a slut and other derogatory names out of jealousy, saying you weren't good enough for me and that I deserved better. I kept telling her to stop, but she wouldn't."
Laney watched as Eric began pacing once again.
"I finally punched her to shut her up, and I must have hit her harder than I thought. Her head hit my desk, and then she was out cold. I didn't know who else to call."
Laney sighed, not saying a word before she knelt down to the girl on the floor, her nursing mindset kicking in. She checked the girl's neck for a pulse, noting it was still steady, though even without a thorough examination, Laney could tell the girl would have a nice bump on her head for a few days. "Eric, get me a towel or something. We need to get her to the infirmary, but I need to stop the bleeding as much as possible until we get her there."
Eric stared at Laney as if she were spouting out a foreign language at him that he wasn't familiar with.
"Eric, towel. Now," Laney said a bit more forcefully.
Eric obeyed the command, finally, and ran into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a couple of towels. He dropped beside Laney and handed them to her. It was then that she noticed the knuckles on his right hand were slightly bloody.
Laney took the towel and pressed it onto the wound on the back of the girl's head. "How many times did you hit her?"
"I think it was two times," Eric admitted, looking at the floor. "She tried fighting me off, but I was in a blind rage by then, and I shoved her away from me. When she came at me again, I punched her. I told you, I really screwed up. I should have never called her, I was just really horny."
Laney grabbed Eric's hands, noticing the early signs of panic, and pulled him closer to her and the unconscious girl gently, replacing her hands with his to press the towel onto the girl's head injury to give him something else to focus on. "Keep putting pressure on the wound."
Eric pressed the towel onto the wound, noticing the blood seeping into the cotton material.
With her clean hand, Laney grabbed Eric's face so he couldn't help but look at her. "Eric, it's ok. She's going to be fine." Laney caressed his cheek to calm him down even further. "You didn't do this on purpose, Eric. No, you shouldn't have hit her, but the rest was an accident."
Eric gazed into Laney's brown eyes, listening to her calm words. He began to believe her and felt himself calm down just a bit. He nodded, letting her know he understood.
Laney kissed his forehead before moving her attention back to the girl on the floor. She wrapped the towel around the around the girl's head, tying the ends together to keep the towel in place. "Ok, you're gonna come with me. I know you can't help me, but you can at least make sure I don't drop her."
"You're going to carry her?" Eric asked, a puzzled expression appearing on his face with his eyebrows raising.
"Well, you can't carry her without risking further injury to yourself and there's only one person in the infirmary this time of night. Trust me, she's not that heavy."
"No, you don't weigh that much more than she does. You're going to hurt yourself trying to carry her that far. Call someone to come help you," Eric ordered, easily slipping back into leader mode, not leaving any room for discussion.
"Ok, but you're not going to like who I call. There's only one person that I know who would help me help you, and he's not going to be happy about it, either." Laney grabbed her phone and called Four.
"Oh, don't tell me you're calling number boy," Eric retorted, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Eric." Laney glared at him a minute before Four answered and she began to explain to him she needed his help. She knew Eric detested being told what to do, but she saw him sigh and begin to pace again.
In less than ten minutes, Four was knocking on Eric's door. Eric had gone to let Four in and the two hadn't said a word to each other, only exchanging heated scowls. Four had protested, which Laney had expected, and had only agreed to help her because she had asked him to.
"What the hell happened in here?" Four asked after entering Eric's bedroom and eyeing the unconscious girl, his accusing eyes landing on Eric immediately.
Laney cut Eric's retort off and explained to Four that the girl had slipped and fell, hitting her head in the process, but she could tell he had a suspicion that there was more to the story.
"Thanks for coming, Four," Laney hugged him briefly, trying her best not to get blood on him.
"No problem, LJ. I don't have long before I need to get back to the control room, so we need to get going—Zeke is covering for me," Four explained. He effortlessly picked up the petite girl as if she weighed next to nothing and headed to the infirmary, Laney and Eric following him closely behind.
Everyone was silent on the walk down to the infirmary, no one really knowing what to say. They had opted to take the elevator down to make the trip faster. Laney could tell Eric was feeling a bit better, but still upset with himself at the incident.
Once they reached the infirmary, Laney met with Jenna briefly and explained what she had told Four, leaving out the part about Eric hitting and shoving the girl. She knew she shouldn't do it, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, and she could do Eric at least one more favor. Laney knew there was no proof of what had happened, and it would end up being Eric's word over the girl's if the situation were brought to anyone's attention.
Four had left as soon as they had gotten the girl into the infirmary, giving Laney a look of disappointment as if letting her know he knew she was covering for Eric, and they began to examine the girl further. He had begrudgingly agreed to take care of any footage of them. Eric remained off to the side, watching as the two nurses looked over the blonde's injury. Laney wasn't sure where Eric had hit the girl since there was no evidence of it on her face or any other part of her head.
Jenna soon confirmed what Laney had first assumed, the injury wasn't a bad one, and the girl would fully recover. She had found a bruising area on the girl's stomach when searching for other possible injuries, but the contusion could have happened during the fall, so Jenna didn't think anything more of it. Jenna had stitched the girl up and gave her a few pain meds. She might have a concussion, but they wouldn't know that until she woke up. Just after settling the girl into a bed for the night, Eric and Laney slipped out to avoid any further confrontation when the girl awoke.
Laney found herself walking back with Eric upstairs several floors to his place. The two remained silent, unsure of what to say. When they returned to the leader's apartment, Laney went into his bedroom to clean up the remaining blood off the floor.
"You don't have to do that," Eric said finally, sitting on the bed watching her.
"I don't mind," Laney said, scrubbing the floor with bleach. "I'm used to cleaning up blood, anyway."
Eric only nodded, giving up any arguing on the subject since it was clear Laney wouldn't listen to him, anyway.
"Who is that girl? I think I've seen her in the Pit a couple times," Laney asked, trying to make idle chitchat.
"Her name is Stella. She works in one of the bars in the Pit and also works in the salon sometimes," Eric replied mechanically.
Laney didn't comment any further, sensing that Eric wasn't in a chatting mood.
When she was finished cleaning, Laney threw away the ruined towel and put the cleaner back in its place under the bathroom sink. She washed her hands, the blood swirling into the water and turning it red. When her hands were clean, Laney made her way back into Eric's bedroom, a wet washcloth in her hand. She made her way over to where the man still sat on his bed, staring off into space.
Eric didn't notice Laney's presence return until he felt the cool washcloth run over his bloody knuckle, causing him to jump a bit and hiss in pain at the sudden movement.
"I'm sorry," Laney apologized, halting her movements momentarily.
"Don't be," Eric replied as his stormy gray eyes met her brown ones.
Laney resumed cleaning Eric's knuckles gently and wiping any remnants of blood off his hands, standing in front of him beside the bed.
"Why did you lie for me?" Eric asked finally, his eyes not leaving her.
"What do you mean?" Laney asked, playing dumb.
"You know exactly what I mean, Laney," Eric retorted with a bite to his tone. "Why would you protect me like that?"
Laney stopped her movements and set the washcloth aside on the nightstand, looking up at him. "Eric, you hurt the girl standing up for me. Yes, I should have told Four and Jenna the truth, but it wasn't necessary. Plus, it wasn't a total lie—she did fall and hit her head." Laney glanced into his eyes briefly. "It would also only make them think worse of you," Laney said barely above a whisper.
Laney began to move away from him before Eric grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him between his legs against the bed, nearly losing her balance and falling onto him. His gaze was one of the most intense she had seen him give her.
"Thank you," Eric said after a few moments of silence and staring into her eyes.
"You're welcome," Laney replied, looking away after a few moments, her gaze involuntarily moving to his lips.
Laney didn't know what made her do it, but before she knew it, her lips were on his. What started out as a soft kiss quickly turned into a heated one as Eric took complete control, his hands gripping her hips roughly, pulling her as close as possible. Her hands found their way into his hair as his tongue slipped into her mouth and melded with her own.
Laney broke the kiss suddenly after a few minutes in need of air, kissing him softly once more before Eric wrapped his good arm around her body. Laney leaned her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his bare muscular torso.
"You owe me," Laney said teasingly as she whispered against his ear after a few moments of silence between them. She felt him shudder against her.
"Whatever you want, it's yours," Eric replied breathlessly.
It was nearing nine p.m. as Eric sat on his sofa in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV. He checked his phone to find nothing new on it. No surprise there. Tossing it back in its place on the cushion beside him, he sighed. He shouldn't have expected anything more; today was just another day, after all. He didn't know why he had the small hope that someone would at least acknowledge that it was his birthday, but he was Eric Coulter, after all. He didn't have any feelings or emotions, anyway, according to his fellow Dauntless members.
Normally, Eric would spend the day every year working until he was too tired to think, find a girl to go home with, or make his way to one of the bars in the Pit to drink his cares away. Earlier, he had even thought about sneaking out to the Pit to do just that, but realized he would just end up drinking alone. It was true that in years' past his so-called friends had joined him in the bar, but he never told them it was his birthday. Of course, he hadn't seen a one of his so-called friends since he had been injured, either.
He ultimately decided against going anywhere, knowing Laney would chew him out for drinking period while he was taking pain medication, and just generally not feeling up to it. It wasn't a matter of if she found out about his slip up, Eric knew she would find out somehow. While he wasn't afraid of the girl, Laney could boss him around like she was his superior, regardless of the reality being the other way around.
Laney also wasn't afraid to put him in his place, unlike most of the people he came in contact with, as evidenced by her threats that he fully believed she would follow through with while crushing his arm and balls. He had to admit that he liked to rile her up, just to see her feisty attitude come through her typically laid-back demeanor. He wondered which side showed through more in the bedroom, hoping that one day he would find out while getting lost in his dirty thoughts.
Eric had hoped she would stop by, but Laney had told him earlier at lunch that she would have to work late that night. He wasn't sure how late she worked on night shifts, but she had told him she would see him the next day, so he figured Laney wouldn't feel up to doing much of anything after she did get off work. That still didn't quell the small hope that she would show up, though.
Shaking his head of any thoughts of her, Eric turned the annoying TV off and made his way back to his bedroom, grabbing his phone on his way. He used the bathroom and was about get into bed when he heard his phone chime. Checking the screen, he saw that he had a text from the very girl taking over his thoughts lately.
What are you up to?
About to head to bed. Why?
Go check your kitchen, first.
Eric raised his pierced eyebrow curiously, making his way back up the hall in his apartment, not bothering to put on a shirt. He hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary in his kitchen earlier, and no one had been in his place since lunch. As Eric came into his living room, he noticed the light on in his kitchen through the cut out in the wall that hadn't been on moments before.
As he rounded the corner, Eric found Laney standing there holding a large piece of Dauntless cake on a plate in her hands. A lit candle had been placed in the middle of the piece. He also noticed the smile on her lips. She looked like she had just gotten off work, but he still thought she looked amazing, even with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and very little makeup remaining on her face.
"Happy birthday, Eric!" Laney cheered as if it were her own, walking towards him with the plate as she began to sing "Happy Birthday" to him.
Eric stood there, dumbfounded that she would even bother. "How did you know?"
"I have your medical chart at my disposal," Laney admitted, as if it were obvious.
"Oh, yeah, right," Eric replied with a hint of a smile. "I thought you had to work late?"
"Eh, I fibbed a little. I told you that so you wouldn't be expecting me. I got off about fifteen minutes ago." Laney set the cake plate down on the countertop and hopped up onto the counter to sit after being on her feet most of the day. She picked the plate back up in her hands after a moment. "I convinced the kitchen staff to save me a slice."
"And you did this for me?" Eric asked, touched by the small gesture as he watched her making herself comfortable on his kitchen counter, turning to face her.
"Everyone should have their birthday celebrated, even grouchy, socially awkward leaders that don't tell anyone it's his birthday." Laney smirked a little.
Eric found himself chuckle at her jab, knowing she wasn't wrong.
"Here, blow out your candle and make a wish." Laney held the plate up closer to him.
Eric watched her, noting her excitement over his birthday. The last time his birthday had been noted or celebrated by anyone was some years before he had left Erudite, before his parents thought he had gotten too old to celebrate the day. That is, when they were around for his birthdays or remembered the date.
Taking a minute to think of a wish, Eric thought of one that he found he had really wanted lately. A moment later, he blew out the candle with a small puff of breath.
Laney watched as he thought and had noticed as the corners of his lips curled up before blowing out the candle. She couldn't help but smile at him.
Eric's eyes met hers as he plucked the candle out of the cake, sticking the end of it in his mouth and sucking off the chocolate slowly. "Mmm."
Laney sat there frozen at the sight, swallowing as she watched his tongue pick up the remnants of chocolate frosting left on the end of the candle that he hadn't gotten with his mouth. She immediately saw some had stuck to the corner of his mouth, her hand reaching out and slowly going to his lips to wipe it off with her finger.
Eric watched intently as Laney's finger touched his mouth to remove the frosting, his tongue grazing over her finger of its own volition.
A shudder ran through her body at the feel of his warm tongue on her skin. Laney brought her hand back to her mouth and licked the remaining frosting off it. With a smirk, Laney plucked a small chunk of the confection dessert from the slice with her fingers, bringing it up to her mouth slowly and tauntingly.
Eric immediately closed the gap between them, stopping inches in front of her face and eating the chunk of cake before Laney could slip it into her mouth. Laney shuddered at the feeling of her fingers in his warm mouth, releasing her hold on the chunk of cake so that he could swallow it.
Once he had swallowed the small, melting chunk of cake in his mouth, Eric began to lick the chocolate icing off of Laney's fingers that remained inside his mouth. Laney began to feel a familiar pull in her abdomen as well noticing her panties quickly becoming damp.
Removing her fingers from his mouth, Laney wiped Eric's chocolate-y saliva off on a towel that she found on the counter.
"What did you get me?" Eric asked before he even knew the words had left his mouth, licking his lips.
"Um," Laney paused as she watched Eric take the plate from her hands and set it on the countertop. "I didn't know what else to get you."
Eric began to smirk as he placed himself between her legs against the counter, placing his hands on either side of her. "I can think of a few things I need off the top of my head."
Laney felt his large body spread her legs as he invaded her personal space, her lip going between her teeth. "Like what?" Laney had no idea why she had even asked that.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Eric asked, playing with the hem of her shirt.
Laney found herself nodding, her gaze locked on his steely eyes that were now level with her own. Laney suddenly felt his soft lips against her own, returning the heated kiss. She tasted chocolate and a hint of mint that tasted like toothpaste. Her hands ran up his hard back slowly.
"Is that all that you need?" Laney heard herself asking as Eric began to kiss down her neck, tilting her head back to give him better access.
"Hell no," Eric replied against her skin, sliding his hand up her shirt over her spinal column.
"What else do you need, sir?" Laney asked curiously with a shudder.
Eric grabbed her hand in his with a smirk at her calling him "sir" and brought her hand from his back around between them, lowering it over his impressive erection.
Laney gasped as Eric held onto her hand and moved it over his fully hardened length, giving him light squeezes and massaging him through his gym shorts. She heard him give her an appreciative growl at her actions. A smirk appeared on her lips.
"What else, sir?" Laney asked, knowing full-well what he wanted, but continued to tease him.
"If I must be blunt," Eric began, pausing momentarily as he began to lift her shirt up. "I need to be inside of your neglected pussy and fuck you until you can't walk anymore." Eric slowly began to kiss up her stomach, inching her shirt higher as he did so.
Laney shivered at his words, allowing him to remove her shirt. She noticed his momentary surprise quickly turn into excitement as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. She still couldn't find any words to say after his bold revelation. Her fingers went into his hair, gripping and tugging on it gently as he kissed up her stomach.
"Will you be so kind as to grant me my wish?" Eric asked against her skin, running his tongue between her bare breasts.
Before Laney could respond, she found herself nodding profusely to answer his question.
"I want to hear you say it," Eric urged in a husky voice as he dipped his fingers in the chocolate icing of cake slice and put a generous amount over her pierced nipples. "What do you want?" Eric began to slowly suck the chocolate off, alternating between nipping and licking before switching to her other breast to give it the same attention.
"I want you to fuck me," Laney replied enthusiastically, feeling as if he had drawn the words out of her mouth. Her panties were now drenched at the feeling of his mouth on her nipples that were now hard pebbles.
"Good. That's all the confirmation I need," Eric replied, quickly stopping his ministrations and pulling her flush against him so they were chest to chest. "Now, are you going to be a good girl, and do exactly as I ask?" Eric ran his fingers over her hair, opting to leave it in its ponytail.
"Uh huh," Laney answered automatically as she felt him squeeze her thigh roughly.
"What was that?" Eric asked, his voice going low. "I don't think I heard you correctly. A good girl doesn't agree with her leader in that way," Eric explained when Laney gave him a confused look.
"Yes, sir," Laney corrected when she realized her mistake.
It didn't take her long to realize what game he was playing, taking her words that she liked to be dominated to heart, quickly following his lead. Part of her wondered how much of it was an act and how much of it was his usual way of getting what he wanted. At the moment, she was enjoying it immensely either way.
Eric began to undo the button and zipper to her pants, wanting to rid her of all her clothes. "That's my good girl." Eric removed her boots, dropping them onto the floor out of the way, and quickly found her feet were sockless. "Ok, now, stand up for me."
"Yes, sir," Laney responded, sliding off the countertop onto the tiled floor. She didn't have much room to move around as Eric stayed in place just in front of her. He began pushing her pants down her hips, motioning for her to step out of them once they pooled at her feet on the floor.
Laney obeyed his silent request, kicking the pair of pants off to the side. She watched as he backed up a couple of inches to admire her toned body in just a pair of lacy boy shorts. While Eric was eyeing every inch of Laney, she began to feel bold and began to slowly untie the drawstring on Eric's gym shorts.
When Eric realized what Laney was doing, he watched her movements intently. "Brave, are we?"
Once Laney got the drawstring undone, she began to slide the already low hanging gym shorts down Eric's legs with ease. She met his gaze with a smirk, and then continued her task. She went slowly, at first, to tease him, but once they reached his knees, they fell to his feet.
Laney stared at his massive erection, swallowing and licking her lips in anticipation as Eric kicked his shorts to the side out of the way. She squealed a bit when Eric suddenly grabbed her hips in a near-bruising grip, swiftly flipping her around unexpectedly so her back was to him.
"I'm not going to hurt you, LJ. Just trust me, ok?" Eric whispered reassuringly into her ear, pushing her firmly against the cabinets.
Laney only nodded in response, feeling a loss of warmth without him against her. She bit her lip in anticipation of his next movements.
"Ok, now, place your hands on top of the counter and spread your legs for me." Eric ordered calmly, watching to make sure she did as he said.
Laney quickly obeyed and placed her hands on the granite countertop, spreading her legs a bit. She felt immediately when Eric was adjusting her stance to his liking, nudging his knee between her legs so they were further apart and moving her arms forward some on the counter so she was leaning over it slightly. Laney swallowed at his touch. She turned her head a little to try to see what he was doing, but finally felt his hands on her ass.
Eric ran his hand down over her heat suddenly, feeling just how turned on she was. "Mmm, you're all wet for me, aren't you, baby?"
Laney nodded once again as he began to massage her through her thin panties, hoping he would remove them sooner rather than later. She knew he was teasing her, but she wasn't generally a patient person. When his hand was no longer on her, she was surprised and let out a small squeak when she felt a smack on her butt, though it only seemed to turn her on even more. "Eric, please," Laney pleaded with him.
Eric smirked at her begging and removed her panties slowly down her legs until they were on the floor.
Laney stepped out of them, kicking them over with the rest of their clothes. She bit her lip, waiting as patiently as possible when she felt Eric run the tip of his length over her folds. Shuddering, Laney moaned loudly.
In a second, Eric had pushed her body against the cabinets even further with his own, feeling him leaning flush against her from behind.
Just as quickly as he had moved against her, Eric had plunged into her, both moaning loudly at the feeling. "Fuck," Eric cursed, leaning his hands on top of hers on the counter and intertwining their fingers. "Hold on, LJ," Eric whispered into her ear.
Laney shuddered at the warning, doing just as he said as he began to thrust roughly in and out of her. Her head and back arched at the depths he was already reaching, Eric tugging on her ponytail gently.
He began kissing her exposed neck as he intertwined his fingers with his own. Eric moved one of his hands after a few minutes, bringing it in front of her and thumbing her clit.
"Oh, Eric," Laney moaned nearly incoherently, her eyes shut.
She felt him quicken his pace, though Laney didn't know how he could possibly move any faster. When she felt her walls beginning to clench down around him, she could tell she was terribly close, itching to fall off the edge as the burning built up inside her. Her knees began to shake, feeling like she would fall any minute, but felt Eric wrap his arm around her stomach to hold her up. Laney could tell by Eric's movements that he wasn't far behind her, massaging her clit even more to further stimulate her.
"Eric," Laney nearly screamed out as he slid out and barreled back into her more forcefully. While she thought it should be painful, it was doing nothing but getting her closer to her release.
"Shit," Eric growled as her walls hugged him even more, about to climax as well.
Laney suddenly heard a maddening noise and sat straight up in her bed, nearly jumping out of her skin. Looking around the room, she found herself in her apartment, her alarm blaring in her ear. Turning the offending noise off, she rubbed her face while catching her breath. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, finally feeling her t-shirt clinging to her skin.
Pushing her covers off, Laney was about to get out of bed when she realized her sheets were wet. Quickly turning on the lamp on her nightstand, she saw a big wet spot where she had been laying, noting her panties were soaking wet.
"Holy fuck," Laney uttered, most of the dream quickly returning to her now that she was more awake. Well, that was a fine way to wake up in the morning before having to go to work. Now, Eric pounding into her from behind in his kitchen was going to be a prominent feature in her mind all day long. She just knew it. If Eric ever found out that she had wet dreams about them, she would never hear the end of it.
Getting up out of bed and stripping her sheets off, Laney began to replay the dream in her head voluntarily, a smirk appearing on her face, finally. Maybe that wouldn't exactly be a bad thing to have on her mind, after all.
A/N: *peaks around the corner slowly* Please don't hate me for ending the chapter that way. I promise you the next chapter will not disappoint you. ;)
The first part of this chapter came about after getting an idea of wanting Eric to be in another vulnerable situation, one that freaked him out a bit, and Laney was the only one he knew to help him out. I realize it might be slightly out of character for Eric, but my thinking with it is that the outcome wasn't intentional, and he most likely thought he had killed the girl when she hit her head and fell unconscious. I think even Eric would act a bit panicky in that situation. He is human, after all, and this is before he's really into killing people (Divergents). In my mind, at this point, he hasn't killed very many people, at least not willingly. Again, I try to make it so he's not so one-dimensional.
As for the dream, at least we know exactly how Laney is feeling at this point, whether she admits or realizes it yet or not. I wonder how she's going to deal with that doozie of a dream. Stay tuned. I should be posting the next chapter that I had originally planned on posting sometime tomorrow.
