And here is chapter 9! Thank you so much for the love this is getting, it really makes me happy when I see I have a new review/favorite/follow. It's an amazing feeling.

Be prepared for a time gap, this is one week after chapter 8.

This is rated M for a reason: sexual content and strong language

Characters may be ooc at times

I do not own Divergent or any related characters or situations

Enjoy!


Tris was in the training room—the sound of her fists hitting the punching bag filling the room. Her hands were flying at the bag—no rhythm to it all. She grunted with each hit—a sting shooting up her arms.

She heard the door open as his footsteps carried him over. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

She shivered at how cold his voice was. "I'm fine."

"I really don't think th—"

She inhaled sharply before cutting him off. "I'm fine, Eric. It's been a week and I'm already healed. My wrist is fine. My face is fine. My side only hurts when I move. I think I'm in the clear." She returned to the punching back—the rough material scraping against her skin. Why do you care, Eric? It's not like you've even spoken to me at all this past week.

"You have the option to push your temporary leave back a little." Her eyes turned back to him—his face serious, eyes like storm clouds.

She sighed deeply. "Why? I'm fine. I just need to keep up my physical training right now—strengthen my muscles from all that time on bed-rest. I need to stay strong."

He muttered something under his breath before a long sigh escaped his lips. "Peter's trial has been pushed back."

Tris' breath faltered—her vision darkening a bit. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear away the haze. "How long?" She kicked herself for how her voice cracked—ignoring the flash of sadness that crossed his face.

"One week."

She nodded her head slowly. "What's the plan then?"

He considered her for a moment—his face returning to a neutral expression. "You know the procedures and rules. You're fine with the programs and paperwork." He nodded to her. "You're keeping up with your physical training. I'd say to rest and you can get your leadership tattoo in two weeks instead of next week."

"Why?" Her eyes narrowed a little—arms crossing her chest.

"I just figured with the added stress of Peter's trial that you might want to wait—one thing at a time."

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "No. I'll get my tattoo next week. I want him to see it." With that, she resumed her ruthless punches and kicks to the bag—Eric sighing before leaving the room.

She sent a few more punches before running her hand through her hair—inhaling deeply. I can't take this.

She stalked out of the training room and headed for the control room. Zeke nodded to her and let her in—Four waving her over.

"You won't be able to stay here very long—I do have work to do." He beamed at her—eyes crinkling at the edges.

Tris rolled her eyes—her shoulder nudging him playfully. Then her eyes drooped—lips pulling down at the ends. "I just needed someone to talk to."

"You okay?" His voice was laced with concern.

"I just want to put this whole thing behind me, you know? And now—I have to wait another week. It's just." She sighed, biting back the tears that started to prickle behind her eyes. "It's hard."

He gave her a small smile. "I know. But the trial will be here before you know it and you can move on." She nodded slowly. "Speaking of moving on. How's Eric?" Four raised his eyebrow at the way she stiffened at his question. "Not good, huh?"

She huffed. "I don't know. He hasn't really spoken with me since it happened. Not since that night in the infirmary. He's been—distant."

"Maybe he just needs time. This whole ordeal has hit him pretty hard, too."

She narrowed her eyes. "Peter didn't attack him. He isn't the one who went through it."

Four cocked his head to the side. "It was hard for him, too. Tris, you have to understand that he found you like that. He didn't know if you were going to live or die—he didn't know the extent of what Peter had done." He sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them—they were such a dark blue, a stormy sea. "When I saw him in the infirmary, waiting to see if you were alive or dead—he looked broken."

Tris' hands were fidgeting—eyes cast down. Her heart had crawled up her throat and she was chewing on her lower lip. "Since when did you two become chummy?"

He smirked at her. "We're not. I just can understand where he's coming from."

She sighed, nodding her head. "Thanks." They hugged before she left—her mind scattered.


Tris was in her office—getting ahead on her paperwork when a throat was being cleared in her doorway. Her eyes peered up into gray-blue orbs.

"I thought you were on temporary leave."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Wanted to stay ahead of the game, I guess." He quirked his pierced eyebrow at her. "I was bored," she concluded with a rolling of her eyes.

He snorted. "And paperwork is supposed to help with that?"

She shrugged her shoulders again—feeling very tired all of a sudden. "There isn't much to do when I can't do anything. I can train some more. Or do paperwork."

A sly grin slithered across his face and her heart swelled because she missed that devilish grin that he wore so well. "If you're that into paperwork, would you mind doing mine?"

She shot him a glare. "No."

"Ouch. Not even a witty comeback?"

"You don't deserve one."

He flinched a little. "Touché." He scratched the back of his neck. "Max wanted to see you in his office."

"Now?" He nodded, face unreadable. She stood up and brushed past him to walk to Max's office—ignoring the electric shock that passed through her veins as their skin touched.

She sat down across from Max—his brown eyes trained on her. "How are you feeling, Tris?"

She sucked in a breath. "I'm good, sir."

He nodded. "Good, I'm glad. I'm sure Eric told you about the trial being shifted back?" Tris nodded, her heartbeat picking up speed. "I wanted to apologize for that. There was a misunderstanding at Candor and—" he paused, lips tugging up at the ends. "Anyway, that's not the point. I know that we have your testimony and, for the record, that should be just fine. But we were wondering if you wanted to testify against him?"

Tris' mouth ran dry at the thought of standing up in front of Peter—retelling that night.

"It's okay, Tris. You don't have to. Eric is going to and that should be fine."

"How would it work?"

"You'd be going under the truth serum and get questioned. You don't have to decide now, you have a week to think about it."

She nodded her head slowly. "I want to. I want to testify."

He beamed at her—eyes gleaming. "I'll let them know. I also wanted you to know that if you ever needed anything, don't be afraid to ask."

She smiled tentatively. "Thanks, sir." She stood up and turned around to leave when his voice pulled her back in.

"I also wanted to say that I'm proud of you. You've been passing this training with flying colors—Eric has nothing but excellent reports for you. Well done."

"Thank you, sir." She smiled at him once more before leaving his office—pushing the door shut behind her.


She was on her knees on the bed—arms tied down to the headboard. She had soon gotten used to the feeling of the plug—it's gentle vibrations sending tingles to her core. Her body prickled as his hands skimmed up her thighs—fingers massaging her ass.

She swayed her hips in front of him—his hands grasping her waist as he removed the plug from her. She couldn't help the nervous gasp that sounded from her as she felt his throbbing member brush over her ass.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered from behind, one hand still gripping her waist as the other wrapped around her to massage her sensitive folds. She shuddered into him as he spread her cheeks and thrust into her—hands going back to their original positions. He waited for her to adjust, her hips grinding back onto him—signaling that he can start moving.

He rocked into her—draping over her back. She shuddered as he pushed inside her, grunting low—his hand rubbing her neglected clit.

His fingers were dipping inside of her—pumping in and out. He drew circles around her, fingers teasing her as he thrust inside her. She was pushing her hips back to meet each thrust, her core tightening at the double stimulation raking over her body.

He quickened the pace of his fingers—dipping in deeper and stroking her clit. Her walls tightened around him—a small shudder taking over her body as she came around him, his name on her lips.

He sucked on his fingers before gripping her hips with both hands—pumping in faster. She was breathing hard—panting with each hard thrust he gave her. His hand smacked her ass, a mark painting her pale cheek rosy-pink.

"Gods, baby, you're so tight," he murmured—rocking into her in a deadly rhythm.

She was crying out—moans becoming breathy as his member pulsed inside her. His thrusts were becoming erratic as he approached the edge. She bucked her hips back as he came inside her—their panting breaths and soft moans filling the room.

They laid in bed—bodies curled around one another. His fingers intertwined with hers—a smile crossing her face.

"You're amazing, you know that?" His voice was strained—breathless.

She giggled—rubbing her backside into him. He moaned into her ear as she brushed over his member. "Am I?"

She heard him inhale sharply—his arms grasping her breasts and pinching her nipples raw. "Fuck, yes."

She moaned, arching into him. "Prove it, then. I want you to prove it again and again how fucking amazing I am." She felt his growl rumble around her—her thighs rubbing together as her core began to tighten.


Tris' eyes fluttered open—her fingers massaging her heat. A soft moan was on her lips when the door opened.

She shut her eyes as her room was illuminated—harsh yellows blinding her for a moment.

When she opened them, she couldn't help the small gasp that fell out of her mouth. "Eric?" She pulled her covers up slightly—her core tightening as his eyes raked over her.

He stood in her doorway, only wearing boxers—his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

His eyes looked over her hungrily—lips slightly parted. Tris started to melt under his gaze—her inner thighs becoming slick. She shook her head slightly. "What are you doing here?"

He trailed his orbs up to her face. "I need you."

"What?" She blinked a few times—her heart drumming up her throat.

He sighed, hand scratching the back of his neck. "I know I've been distant lately. An asshole. I'm an asshole. I'm not good with feelings." She gulped—heat creeping up her neck. "I don't know what to do. I'm not good with this. But I know that I need you. You're the last thing I thing about before I fall asleep—and the first thing that's on my mind when I wake up. " He sighed deeply. "I'm not touchy-feely. I don't do this kind of shit. But I—"

"I need you." Tris supplied for him—her hands letting the covers fall off of her.

"I need you," he repeated, taking a step towards her.

She crawled out of bed—standing naked before him. He widened his eyes before they grew a shade darker. She stepped to him, placing her hands on his chest. "You're an asshole," she cooed softly before slamming his chest back. He fell back into her bedroom wall—shock coloring his features. "You don't get to do this to me, Eric. Want me one minute and then act like a dick the next. I can't deal with that. You need me? That's old news. You told me you couldn't stand to lose me last week—and now you come in here with your abs on display claiming that you need me. Fuck you. I'm not impressed."

She kept slamming her hands onto his chest until his hands grasped hers. "What do you want me to say? What else can I say? I'm afraid."

She narrowed her eyes. "I am, too!" She was shaking with anger—tears trickling down her cheeks. "I don't understand what it is that I feel for you. You drive me insane. You turn me on and I just want to slam you on the bed and ride you until you're mumbling gibberish." He widened his eyes at that, inhaling sharply. "I can't get away from you. You're always there. In real life—being one of the best people I know, then acting like a complete jerk. I can't even escape you in my dreams! I have had sexual fantasies about you almost every day for the past two weeks and I'm so frustrated! Because in the dreams it's not just sex—it's something more and it's bleeding into my reality and I just can't anymore."

She watched his throat shift as he swallowed—eyes glinting. "You had sexual dreams about me?" His tone was innocent—eyebrows raised. She huffed—her hands slapping across his chest until he caught her lips in his.

She responded immediately—lips fitting together perfectly as their tongues danced with one another. He pushed her back on the bed—arms cradling her face as his legs nestled between her. "You're unbelievable," she said between kisses.

"I'll just have to prove to you how believable I am," he whispered against her skin—peppering kisses all over her body.

He removed his boxers as he lined up with her—thrusting into her in one swift movement. She wrapped her legs around his waist so he could go in deeper.

He pumped into her hard—setting a quick and ruthless pace. She moaned his name—nails digging into his shoulder as she arched into him. One hand snaked down her body to focus on her clit, the other kneading her breast—pinching her nipple red. He kissed around her other breast—catching her hardening bud in his teeth, tongue soothing each nip.

She clamped her walls around his throbbing member—shuddering beneath him as she came, his kiss on her lips.

He thrust in harder—the bed squeaking dangerously as he pumped inside of her, his own edge quickly approaching. She was kissing the underside of his jaw, nipping up his neck when he came—spilling inside of her, screaming her name.

They collapsed next to each other—his body around hers, fingers intertwined. He kissed up her shoulders—goosebumps dotting her skin. She shivered into him. "Don't you know how to knock?" she asked, a smirk on her lips.

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer. "I was really trying to catch you in the middle of pleasuring yourself. I think I interrupted you a little too early."

"Asshat."

He grinned on her skin—lips stroking her neck. "But, I'm your Asshat." Her breath hitched in her throat at that but her mind was too scattered to pay more attention to it—her lids too heavy with sleep.


Tris awoke with a warmth spreading over her. Turning over, her eyes fell on his sleeping form—face serene and arm draped over her. She smiled and he pulled her closer—a grunt sounding from him.

A soft banging was coming from her door. Sighing deeply, she scooted out of the bed—Eric's lips turning down at her absence.

She tied her robe and stalked to the door—freezing when she looked through the peephole. Eric's footsteps sounded down the hall as he emerged—shirtless but wearing a pair of sweatpants he had left over her place.

She turned to him—eyes wide. "Who is it?" he asked as she opened the door.

"I was looking for—there you are, Eric! I tried your door but it seems you weren't there. I was told that this apartment belonged to the new leader-in-training." Cold, blue eyes fell to Tris. "It's nice to see you again, Tris."

Tris suppressed a shudder—forcing a smile on her face. Eric's arm tightened around Tris' shoulders—his heat radiating to her. "Hello, Jeanine. What can we do for you?"


There ya go! I hope it was worth the wait! I had a lot of fun writing this-I love writing fights and people getting angry because there's so much you can do with that emotion...and you can say some pretty funny stuff or get an excuse to curse like a sailor. :)

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