this is the
end of us
sleeping with the
moon and the stars

Laying in the warm grass of late spring, I stared into Layla's comforting, brown eyes. After a week of heavy rain it was as if all the plants had suddenly woken up. The sun rose this morning and the world was green. We laid on our sides under the willow tree, listening to the breeze as it pushed the branches to and fro.

Hesitantly, Layla rolled forward, bring her face slowly towards mine. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact. I hummed at the soft feeling of her against me, eagerly parting my lips to deepen the kiss. I could feel the tickle of her hand as her long, slender fingers traveled up my inner thigh. The thin fabric of my dress gathered as she moved her palm to cup my center. She pulled away with a smirk while using her fingers to tease at my folds. I was so excited by her touch I didn't even find it weird that I had no underwear on. She bit her lip while I moved, laying on my back and moaning as her middle finger circled my clit.

She kissed at my collar bone as I slid my knees apart, aiding her access before she adjusted her position, climbing to rest between my legs. I stared down my abdomen to her warm brown eyes before they disappeared from my line of vision so all I could see was her head of curls. I could feel her pulling my lips apart before kissing my bud of nerves.

Sliding her fingers around my center, she teased at my hole before plunging two digits inside me. Her fingers felt unexpectedly thick and round as they moved back and forth, stroking along my inner walls. I rolled my head back, moaning as my hips jerked towards her. I could feel her smile as she pressed harder against me, striving to bring me to my end. I attempted to keep quiet as she played with me, stimulating every sensitive bit I had with her hands, mouth and tongue. I was dumbfounded at her skills and ministrations, coming hard around her fingers as she continued to suck on my clit.

With a sudden jolt, I woke.

I snapped my head up, confused by the familiar surroundings of my apartment. I looked down my middle and found myself staring into a pair of very familiar, steel gray eyes. Eric rose from between my legs wiping at his smirk with the back of his hand, cleaning my juices from his mouth. I couldn't help but pant as I dropped my head back onto the pillow. I laid there naked before him, still coming down from my orgasm. I studied Eric, my brow furrowing when I noticed his loose, wet hair.

"What?" he questioned, spying my change in expression.

"Did you take a shower?" I asked ildy, still not completely present cognitively.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" he answered, his piercings moving as he quirked his eyebrow. He climbed off the mattress from between my legs and grabbed at his pants.

"No," I replied calmly, watching the way he moved as he pulled the trousers up around his hips, "I just didn't know you had curly hair."

He scowled at me slightly, running his hand over his head to push his damp, short blond curls back before his expression calmed, his gaze drifting across my relaxed nude form on the bed. I was sure he was beyond pleased with himself knowing that my lack of energy and reluctance to move was a direct result of his previous actions.

"Don't be late for work," he stated, looking away, finishing getting dressed and hurrying out the door before I was able to really respond.

After a long day of sorting paper work I was more than relieved to return to my apartment and take a hot shower.

Eric had been at his worst all day. It was never anything outright or obviously antagonizing, nothing anyone else would pick up on. Whenever he happened to catch my eye from across the room, he would lick his lips. It came off as a quirk, but by the way he stared, I knew he was thinking about the wakeup call he gave me this morning. Blushing, I turned away as he lowered his eyes from over the shoulder of the person he was conferring with, returning to hovering above his desk and examining their intel on the factionless' movements.

All day my hips felt stiff and aching. Alexander walked into the office just as I was gathering my stuff to leave. Rising from my seat I let out a small groan of pain as he passed.

"Jeez Mott, you sound as sore as an initiate," he teased as I moved gingerly to bend over and grab my bag.

"I've noticed you've been moving slower today," Eric stated without looking away from the monitor, carrying off what Alexander had said. "Are you injured?"

"No sir," I turned to face Eric as he rose from his seat. "I just pushed myself too hard in the gym last night, sir," I explained through clenched teeth and a strained smile.

"You should stretch more," he suggested as he rounded the desk to join Alexander.

"I'll remember that, sir," I replied with a slight nod of my head, "I'll see you both tomorrow." Quickly, I moved to the exit before either could continue.

Shutting the apartment door, I double checked the locks, not wanting any unexpected visitors, before stripping as I crossed to the small bathroom. Cranking the right knob, I let the water heat up before stepping into the steam. I could feel the tension wash from my muscles as I stood under the steady stream and relaxed. I stayed still until my skin was a bright red before I began to clean myself.

Climbing out of the shower I felt content and at ease. Reaching for my towel I closed my eyes and began to hum. "Sentry duty, midnight to morn," I sang quietly to myself as I dried my arms and legs, "Why oh, why was I ever born?" I crossed to my closet while squeezing the last of of the water from my hair. "In the snow I pace keeping guard." Picking up a random oversized black shirt I pulled it on before wrapping my hair in the towel and pulling on some shorts. "A soldier's life is weary and hard," I finished as I plopped onto the futon and reached for the remote.

Though I tried to focus on the program I was watching, my mind continued to drift. I wanted to avoid thinking about anything, so I rose from my seat to retrieve the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. Once I had settled in again with a full glass there was a knock at the door.

I considered not answering, pretending I'm not home, but then realized they could probably hear the TV. With a groan I stood up and unlatched the lock, prepared to tell Mae I just wanted to be alone right now. My face fell when I looked up to find Rachel on the other side of the threshold. I didn't say anything as I gazed at her, debating in my mind if I should just shut the door or not.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her brow pinching together as she pursed her lips.

"Ok," I replied in a curt tone, making no motion to let her into my apartment.

"Listen, I'm really sorry," she began once she realized I intended to have this discussion in the doorway. "What I did was really shitty." She slid her hands into her pockets before continuing, "I was drunk and jealous. I really liked you and I do, still really like you. But I thought you liked me, and not Eric." She shrugged before sighing, "That doesn't excuse what I did, though, and I'm so sorry for hurting you. I never want to do that again."

I gnawed on my lip as I watched her, going over what she said in my mind. The first thing that occurred to me, was that I could not imagine Eric ever doing something like this. Eric would never apologise for anything.

Shifting my weight from one foot to the other I stepped back slightly, pulling the door further open. "I'm just hanging out watching TV, want to join me?" I offered, as she smiled.

Rachel settled onto the couch as I poured a second glass of whiskey before sitting down next her. Watching the show, I sipped at my drink as she slowly drifted closer. My glass was almost empty as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"It's not-," I began before cutting myself off. I wanted to tell her the truth but I didn't know if she'd understand. "It's not that I like Eric," I mumbled, looking to the cup in my hand as she tilted her head up. "I can't say no to him. It's hard just being around him." My chest felt tight with the admission.

Rachel was silent for a moment until I felt her fingers sliding up my cheek, reaching across and turning my face to hers. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against mine. I returned the kiss, my open hand moving to rest on her elbow as I heard the bolt of the lock click and the door began to open. Tearing myself away, my eyes snapped to the door confused as who it could be. Other than me, only Mae had a key to my apartment.

A moment later I was greeted to an all too familiar blond standing in the doorway, his hulking form dominating the frame. For a split second, no one spoke while Eric took in the tableau before him of Rachel and I curled together on my couch, drinking.

"What is this snake doing here?" Eric sneered as his face wrinkled like he could smell something foul.

"I was about to ask the same thing," Rachel quipped, standing up. Though she was shorter than me, and almost comically smaller than Eric, she still looked ferocious with her balled, tattooed fists at her side. I could almost see the sparks of hatred flickering between their eyes.

"Big words coming from a small girl," Eric replied, crossing his arms and looking almost amused at the thought of Rachel challenging him

"Just fuck off, alright? No one wants you here," she snapped as I brought my hands to my face, questioning everything that had lead me to find myself in this position.

"I don't think that's your decision to make. Is it, Mott?" Eric turned to look at me, while I still sat on the couch, wishing that this wasn't happening.

"Right now, I don't want either of you here," I murmured before finding my voice as I stood up. "Please, just get out."

"You heard her," Rachel agreed, giving Eric a smug grin as she stood with her arms akimbo.

"No," I barked, growing annoyed with their petty behavior, "I want both of you gone, now!"

Rachel looked like a wounded dog as she turned to me. "Fine, if that's what you want," she spoke quietly before storming through the door, roughly checking Eric with her shoulder as she passed.

"Well?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at Eric, "That means you, too."

"You're wearing my shirt," he noted, refusing to move an inch as I looked down. I had on a plain black shirt that was indistinguishable from the hundreds of other Dauntless black shirts. The only clue that it was not intended for me was the fact that it hung from my shoulders like a tent.

"So?" I continued to glare as him as he stepped closer, keeping his arms crossed.

"I would like it back."

"I'll return it tomorrow morning," I counted, standing my ground.

"I want it now."

"Fine!" I snapped, grabbing at the hem and yanking the cotton fabric over my head. I stood in front of him barechested, watching the way he smirked as I balled the garment up in my hands and chucked it out the door and into the hallway, "Go get it." With a click of his tongue and a bemused smirk he turned around and walked over the threshold before I slammed the door behind him.

The next morning in the office, I stood in line with Alexander and Rodney, listening to Eric's orders while also trying to ignore him. No one was surprised when Eric delegated me to menial office work before sending the boys away.

Once he dismissed the others, I relaxed, starting across the room to pick up where I'd left off the day before. As I passed his desk, Eric stepped forward and grabbed my elbow. I snapped my head to the side, and returned his glowering stare.

"What were you doing with her?" he hissed, pulling me forward so my shoulder bumped against his chest.

I fought to keep my expression flat before I replied. "She came over to apologise for hurting me, but I'm sure that's a foreign concept to you," I spat, frowning as I looked him over and tried to tug my arm away.

He continued to hold me in his vice like grip, dragging me against him as his opposite hand slithered onto my hip, squaring my back along his chest. "I have nothing to apologise for," he spoke directly into my ear, letting his lips tease along the outer ridge of my cartilage.

"I'm sure you think that," I responded, trying to jerk my arm away, but he continued to keep me pressed against him.

Eric was his usual aggressive self and responded without words, shifting to push my hips on the edge of his desk.

"Let me go," I grumbled as I wiggled, making the futile attempt to get away from him, but I could feel the direct effect I had instead pressing against my backside.

"No," he growled in my ear, "I'm never letting you go."

I continued fighting to get away as he began to nip and kiss along my pulse point. I shuddered in response and struggled in spite of his attention at first, though soon I melted into him, my hips rolling against his involuntarily. Biting my lip, I held down a moan as his grip on my hip slid forward, undoing the button of my jeans.

"You're mine," he snarled as his hand sank behind my waistband, his fingers curling around my vulva, teasing at my lips as my head dropped back in response. "This is mine."

I groaned as he let go of my elbow, pushing me forward so I was leaning over his desk, bracing myself with my arms. Shifting his grip, he pulled my pants down before releasing his own fly. Holding the shaft, he rubbed the head of his dick against my clit before inching upwards. Pushing his hips forward, he sank into me. He placed one palm on the desk next to my shoulder, the other resting on my waist as he started to rock back and forth. Eric picked up his pace, snapping his hips into me as he growled next to my ear.

Then his phone began to ring, rattling on the table as it vibrated. Eric would probably have ignored the call if it was anyone other than Max. Still buried inside me, he lifted a hand to answer the phone, putting it on speaker.

"Yes, sir?" Eric huffed as I brought a hand to my mouth to try and stifle my heavy breathing so it wouldn't be picked up by the mic while Eric continued to thrust at a measured speed, keeping quiet.

"Send Mott to my office," Max ordered over the phone. I didn't need to look to see Eric rolling his eyes before he dragged himself back, almost pulling out.

"Yes, sir. She'll be there in twenty minutes," he replied, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Now." Eric was silent as he jerked his hips forward, pushing deeper into me than he had before.

"Yes, sir." He gritted his teeth as he spoke, obviously displeased when he slammed his finger on the end call button before punching his fist into the desk next to me.

the lyrics at the beginning are from Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino