CHAPTER 11: What They Want

"Why don't you put your things in here."

"Really?"

"Why not? It'll be easier for you."

Eric shrugs while coming out of the shower in only a towel hanging low on his waist. Daisy's is in front of his mirror putting her makeup on. She has just come from her room that she never sleeps in to change clothes. Now she's back in his doing her makeup, she brought her makeup bag with her when she came back into his room. He's been noticing the past week that all she does is her room is change clothes. She does the rest of her daily routine in his room. It makes no sense for her to keep going back and forth but that's what she's been doing since she got back. Coming up beside her Eric leans on the counter and pushes the hairs falling into her face back as she tries to apply her makeup. Looking at her for a moment too long Eric then tilts his head and points out to her.

"You do everything in here. Might as well have all your things here."

"It's your room, Champ."

"Agree now before I change my mind."

"Okay." Daisy cracks a smile knowing not to push the offer away, "I'll move everything tonight… I just don't get it."

"What's there to get, Sunshine?"

"It's kind of hard to bring a girl home when you have another girl's shit in your room."

Daisy points out with a knowing look as Eric rolls his eyes and walks away from her. Glancing in the mirror Daisy watches him open the closet door. His large muscles move in the best ways for just a simple action. Her view lowers to see find the towel asking to fall, when he turns to look her way she quickly looks back to her makeup. He smirks her way before turning back around to get his clothes. Truth be told he hasn't thought about another woman since she came back. It hasn't even occurred to him until now. What if he did want to bring a woman home? He couldn't do that even without her things in his room since she'll be sitting on the very bed he'd be fucking them on. So what's the difference? The difference is he's letting a woman he's never even kissed living in his room. This is Daisy, though, she's the exception. Dropping his towel to the ground as he puts on his boxers Eric thinks out loud.

"There's always her place, Sunshine."

"Right…" Daisy mumbles while trying not to watch him, "Or maybe I should move back into my own apartment."

"What?" Eric's about to grab a pair of pants but stops when hearing her words, "Why?"

"You've been doing so much for me, I don't want you to feel obligated to do so." Daisy confesses while turning to lean her back on the counter to look into his eyes, "You've helped me train, get settled as a leader, dealt with my family… You don't have to do all that."

"Daisy." Eric walks toward her until his hands are leaning on the counter she's against beside her hips, "Don't do this to yourself. I want you here. I want your shit in my room."

"I know you, Eric." Daisy sends him a sorrowed look while looking down to her hands, "You like your space… You need your privacy."

"Shut up. Move your shit in my room. I'm done with this conversation."

Eric sighs while clenching the counter he's holding, she's picking a fight. He senses it and he's not in the mood. While she's leaning back looking up at him he's leaning forward staring down at her. He can tell the gears are moving in her mind, she must have been thinking about this for a while. She's feeling boxed in by his huge arms on either side of her but she doesn't mind since it's him. Since she came back to Dauntless she feels like she's been relying on him and she knows Eric can't be happy with that. They aren't married, they aren't dating, hell, they aren't even fucking and they're acting like some couple. Eric hates relationships so what she's been doing can't okay with him. They're doing the whole relationship shit without fucking which is the only thing Eric wants from women. So why hasn't he complained about it to her yet? Staring at Eric's exposed chest Daisy sighs and points out.

"I don't want you to think I'm your responsibility-"

"I said drop it."

"How are you okay with all this?" She doesn't listen to him from suddenly getting frustrated with him, "I'm sleeping in your bed and we're not fucking, I eat every meal with you, you've stopped doing your normal workouts to help me with mine. You hate all this, I know you do because I've never seen you do this for some woman!"

"Yeah, for some woman." Eric looks at her like she's ridiculous, "You're not some woman, Sunshine. You're the exception."

"Why am I an exception?" Daisy begins to get defensive, "Because I was tortured-"

"Because you're the only one I give a damn about." Eric snaps at her before asking tiredly, "Can we be done with this now? I want to get dressed."

"You stopped getting dressed all on your own." Daisy throws out at him while folding her arms, "That had nothing to do with me."

"Say that again without looking at my boxers, Sunshine."

"Shut the fuck up and get dressed."

Daisy laughs with her face getting pinkier from being caught redhanded. He sends her a sly wink as she smells his freshly cleaned hair. Water drips from his hair down his neck before she pushes his chest to get him moving. Turning around Daisy tries to focus on the task at hand all the while not even seeing Eric amused expression. He struts back into his closet to finish getting dressed and she can't help but frown. She's feeling it, that feeling. The feeling of want, of need, of lust. Her head she shakes her head and lets out a breath knowing this isn't good. She needs to stop now while she can. No one knows Eric better than she and she knows he doesn't do relationships. If she gives in to this feeling she's going to want it to be more than a hookup but Eric can't give her that. He knows it, she knows it. She's known this since the beginning. There is only one thing she can do to push the feeling back. It's worked every time. Find a distraction.

"Stop staring, dude."

"Fuck off."

"Everyone is noticing you burning holes in his back."

"Does it look like I give a fuck?"

Eric snaps while chugging down his beer and continuing to watch the dance floor. Daisy is in the middle of the room dancing with her current boyfriend, Matt. They're facing one another dancing too close in Eric's opinion. They've been dating for a few weeks now and Eric hasn't been exactly happy about it. He's sitting at the bar with Alex drinking, all three of them came here together. Later Matt came and Daisy hasn't left his side since, leaving Eric alone with Alex. They're chests are pressed together and their faces are too close for Eric's comfort but all he does is sit next to Alex and watch. Watching the scene in front of him Alex chuckles while pointing out innocently.

"You do this every time…"

"Do what?"

"Every time Daisy starts dating a new guy a little green monster comes out of you."

"Bullshit."

Eric snaps hoping Alex would just drop the matter, he wants this conversation to be over. He doesn't get jealous, he's never had. Mainly because he gets what he wants with a woman and moves to the next one he wants. Why would he be jealous of Matt? Daisy comes first in Eric's life and it's the same in hers. Daisy's his, none of her boyfriends can compete with him. What does piss him off though is that she gets a new guy when things are going well for them. When he's finally satisfied with how everything's going she fucks it up by bringing in a new guy in her life. He won't say anything about it since it always starts a fight. However, it always seems to piss him off since she finds a new guy at the worst time for them.

"Seriously, I'm surprised she hasn't noticed," Alex smirks while tilting his head as Christina walks past him, "Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?"

"It's Daisy." Eric answers simply, "It wouldn't be just a hookup."

"And that's bad?"

"I don't do relationships."

"Who doesn't do relationships? Christina leans on the counter in front of them curiously, "Let me guess… Eric?"

"Yeah.." Alex snorts knowingly while sending him a look, "He doesn't want to fuck with Daisy since it will turn into a relationship."

"That makes sense." She shrugs as she begins wiping down the counter, "That's why Daisy never tries anything, she knows you don't want the same thing as her."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, I've noticed a pattern when it comes to Daisy. Every time she starts getting the idea of you two being more than friends she always does the same thing." Christina explains casually while thinking of the patterns of her close friend, "Find some distraction to get her mind off it. It's usually dating a guy. One time it was a girl but that didn't last long."

"See! Even Daisy thinks about you two together." Alex exclaims while looking to Eric purely confused, "What's so wrong with being with Daisy? She can be an exception."

"I can't give her what she wants."

"We really need to just cook ourselves."

"Sunshine, you almost burnt the apartment down making toast."

"That was one time."

Daisy points out as she and Eric walk toward the table for Dauntless leaders. They both have a plate of salad and grilled chicken, it doesn't look as good as it sounds. Eric can cook way better than the stuff they got from the cafeteria but they need to go grocery shopping. They have nothing in the fridge to cook, Eric makes note of this to get some stuff later. As they walk toward their table they have to push people out of their way. It's a little more crowded than usual from them having dessert today. The floor is a mess of cake crumbs and syrup. They're almost to the table when someone walking toward them slips and falls. His tray of empty plates and silverware flies forward at Daisy. Not thinking twice she turns her tray as a shield making all her food fall to the floor. She feels a something hit hard on the tray as she falls back from the mess at her feet. The boy who slipped looks at her in panic before glancing at Eric. Eric looks like he's about to murder him, he looks from Daisy to her tray then to the boy. Daisy looks confused at him, he just slipped why would Eric look so livid?

"I'm sorry, Eric!" The boy screeches while looking back to Daisy, "I didn't mean to!"

"Do you know what you could have done?!"

Eric shouts while slamming his tray on the table beside him. The room is now quiet as can be, everyone is looking at them. Daisy looks at them confused before looking down at the tray she was using as a shield. A knife is stuck in the center of the tray making her realize why Eric's pissed. If she didn't shield herself the knife would be in her gut. She looks back up and sees Eric storming to the boy. He lifts him up to his feet by his shirt and holds him threateningly. Daisy pushes the tray with the knife in it off her before getting up. She quickly goes to Eric as he barks in the boy's face.

"Your recklessness is going to fucking cost you!"

"Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to slip!"

"Eric." Daisy's hand touches his arm that's holding the boy tightly, "It was an accident."

"Do you realize what could have happened?" Eric spits out without looking away from the boy, "His stupid action could have killed you."

"But it didn't." Daisy whispers while tugging on his arm, "Let him go, he didn't mean to."

"No. This won't go unpunished."

"Eric, please." Daisy moves a hand to his chin to make him look at her, "Let's just eat lunch."

Staring at her intently Eric sighs and tries to calm himself. He's overreacting, he knows it but this is Daisy's life they're talking about. Nothing is more important to him than that. Daisy's watching him intently while waiting for him to listen to her. Everyone is watching, she didn't want to cause a scene from this. There's always a scene though when it comes to Eric. Looking back at the boy Eric shoves him back to the ground forcefully. The boy stays on the ground and Daisy softly tugs Eric to come with her. Pointing down threateningly at the boy Eric orders him in a fiery tone.

"Clean all this up. Now."

"Y-Yes, sir."

"It was an accident, Champ." Daisy reminds him softly as he grabs his tray harshly, "I'm okay."

"I don't care." Eric snaps without looking her way while they reach their table, "You could have gotten hurt."

"I've been hurt worse, don't worry."

Daisy smiles assuringly at him before kissing his cheek and sitting down. Eric stiffens from the kiss before sitting down across from her. It was a simple and short action but an action that had an effect on him nonetheless. Eric can still feel her warm lips on his cheek even after sitting down. Glaring at her now Eric is finding it harder to not want her. She needs to stop giving him affection, he can't give into what he wants. He shouldn't be all worked up from some kiss on the cheek. He is though, no one has ever done it. If anyone could, it would be Daisy Moore.

"Eric… Please…"

"Fuck." Eric breathes out, "Daisy."

Eric's leaning on top of Daisy in the center of his bed, his crotch is pressed completely between her legs. Her legs are around his waist as her hands slide up and down his abs. Eric has one hand possessively on her thigh the other is holding him above her. Her back is aching for him as he sucks her neck harshly. He can feel her heat as he grinds into her. She moans in response while closing her eyes. He nips at her neck until a hickey forms, once he marks her he kisses up to her lips. Her hands move to the waistline of his boxers, tucking at it she whines to him.

"Please, Eric. I need you."

"Be patient." Eric chuckles at her begging voice while tugging at her bottom lip, "I'm just getting started."

His lips go back down on her's hard before parting her lips with his own to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips in and they fight for dominance, Eric wins easily. Moving his hand in a slow it reaches her bare breasts. He squeezes one hard making her back bolt up and her lift her core toward him for friction. Groaning Eric pulls lips mouth from hers to attack her other breast. She's breathing heavily with her head against their pillows. Her eyes are jammed shut as she moans loudly for him. Her sounds only egg him on, tugging at her nipple Eric smirks as her reaction. She's a hot mess underneath him and he absolutely loves it. His mouth goes to the breast his hand holding while the hand moves down between her legs. Going under her panties he instantly feels her soaked. When he slips a finger inside her she goes wild and begins begging.

"Oh, God… Eric. Don't stop… Eric… Eric? Wake up. Eric?"

Slowly opening his eyes tiredly Eric sees Daisy's sleepy face above him. Her hand is on his exposed chest and the other one is in his hair. She looks tired and concerned like she was sleeping only seconds ago but was woken up by something alarming. Her body is pressed against his side as she waits for him to say something. Eric looks between them in confusion before rubbing his face tiredly. Daisy's in a gray silk nightgown and he's in sweatpants underneath the covers. He rests his head back onto his pillow when it dawns on him, he had been dreaming everything. He didn't really kiss her, she didn't actually beg for him to fuck her. Growing annoyed with the dream he just had he closes his eyes. Daisy is still watching him in worried while speaking up again.

"You were groaning in your sleep. Are you okay, Eric?"

Seconds ago she was moaning his name, the thought makes Eric even more furious. He had Daisy pinned down below him not even a minute ago. It all had seemed so real to him and for it to be a dream makes him grow frustrated. He shouldn't be dreaming about that with her, he knows it but fuck, he wanted it to be real. He wanted Daisy on her back moaning for him, he wanted her soaked for him, he wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk. But he couldn't and his dream is mocking him of what he wants. When he begins to feel her hand rub his scalp he opens his eyes and finds her looks down at him with her head tilted. He doesn't deserve her, he's thinking about fucking her right now and she's worried about him.

Whenever she's concerned about him it's always the purest thing he's ever seen. Her eyes are usually wide and she bites her bottom lip. One of her hands always finds a way to his hair since she knows it calms him. All hate and irritation are gone from her voice that's usually there. The look she gives him every time she's worried about him makes him believe he did something right. If someone like her is able to give him that look then he must have done something right. What he did he doesn't know but he's glad he did. Raising his hand to hold her chin he stares at her before sighing tiredly.

"I'm fine, Sunshine- Fuck."

"What? What's wrong?"

The moment he moves his body he realizes one thing in the dream was real, his hard-on. He feels heavy between his legs, he can tell even with the sheets on him. Daisy doesn't, she's too busy looking at his face. Groaning exhaustedly Eric lets go of her chin and sits up making her sit up as well. Her hand moves out of his hair to his lower neck and her hand on his chest goes to his shoulder. He turns to look at her and sees the same pure concerned expression. All he wants to do is attack it with his mouth. Pulling away from her Eric then gets up and heads to the bathroom. Daisy watches him leave in confusion before asking.

"What are you doing, Champ?"

"Taking a shower."

"What…" She rubs her eyes when he turns the bathroom light on and looks at the alarm clock while pointing out, "It's two in the morning."

"I don't care."

"Just take a shower in the morning." Daisy suggests while pushing the sheets off her, "Why do you need a shower right at this moment?"

Eric looks back at her when she doesn't drop the subject. The light from the bathroom shines on her letting him see her completely. Her nightgown is pushed up to her hips giving him a full view of her tan smooth legs. Her bed hair is asking to look like sex hair, it's draped down in front of her. He can see her nipples poking out through the fabric of her nightgown, it's not doing him any favors. Her breasts curves showing in the best ways for him and her face looks like it needs a good fuck. He sighs in irritation of his situation, what he would give to show her what a real fuck feels like. This whole day has tortured him with the idea of sleeping with her. His dream ruined him from trying to keeping his hands off her. All he can do now is take a cold shower and hope for the best. Storming into the bathroom Eric yells to her with no room to argue.

"I just need a fucking shower right now."

"Sunshine, come on. I need to get up."

"No. Stay."

"Daisy…"

"No. Please, stay."

"Max is going to be pissed."

"Pretty please?"

Daisy mumbles into his neck with her eyes shut, she's trapping him underneath her. They're in the center of his bed tangled in the sheets. Daisy's sleeping on top of him, she's been like that since he got back in bed after his shower. He could tell when he got back in bed that she was still worried about him. So he couldn't bring himself to not let her cuddle up to him. He's underneath her in only his boxers, a smile is across his face as he watches her. They were up late last night since he decided to take a shower so he understands why she's sleepier than usual. Her legs are on either side of him with her head on his bare chest, her arms are wrapped around his chest. He feels like she's trying to take his warmth from him. His hands are on her silk covered waist trying to pull her off but she has a tight grip on him. Plus, he's not trying that hard to get her off him. Who would when they have a woman like her on top of them?

He can feel her smooth legs against his own and her core against his. He knows she doesn't notice but he sure as hell does. How couldn't he when he had a dream about it that night? Eric can feel her warm breath against his chest and her nose nuzzling closer to his neck. Her breasts are up against his chest making it hard for him to concentrate. His hand begins to make shapes on her back over her shirt without realizing it. Before he can stop he hears her sigh in content while moving closer to him if it's even possible. Her leg moves up against his side to get more comfortable without realizing it causes her lower half to move more firmly on where he wants her most. Growling from frustration Eric grabs her thighs in warning making her eyes bolt open. His hands are clenching the back of her thighs as he speaks up knowingly.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Sunshine."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Champ."

Daisy puts her hands on his chest to push herself up, she's now sitting in his lap looking down at him. Staring down at him Daisy smiles at him with one of her rare smiles. It's the smile of pure happiness, it's one that reminds him of Amity. He's never seen someone smile like that in Dauntless which leads him to believe it's from Amity. It's probably the only thing she brought with her from Amity besides the sunlight. Daisy's hands are still on his chest lingering just like Eric's hands are still firmly on her thighs. He's looking up at her with amusement, how is he letting her get away with this? Only a few hours ago he had to take a cold shower because of her. Why is he making this worse for himself? Sitting up so they're face to face Eric sends her a knowingly look while whispering.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Do I?"

Raising an eyebrow at him Daisy bursts out laughing, he can't help but send her a small smile. She's finally getting back to how she used to be, he can tell. He hasn't seen this expression on her face since she's been back. No more nightmares, she's controlling her flashbacks, she's going back to her old habits. She's finally getting her life back together, in a couple of days she'll be training initiates. Eric's smile widens at her when seeing the happiness radiate off her, he's only seen it a few times. At least he's the only one who sees it though. Moving closer to him Daisy wraps her arms around him and asks.

"So what are we doing today?"

"The usual." He chuckles as his hands move under her nightgown to hold her, "Training, meetings, lunch in the pit if we have time."

"Yeah…" She agrees while tilting her head, "Sounds about right."

"Does it?" Eric gives in and lets himself lean into her while whispering, "I thought lunch sounded too different for us."

"Only a little." Her nose brushes his while looking down at his lips, "Maybe we should just have lunch in your office like old times."

"We use to eat lunch in your office." He whispers while leaning closer so their lips almost touch as his eyes dilate, "Remember?"

"Well, sometimes-"

Daisy's words are gone when Eric's lips crash into hers, his arms tighten around her back. Moaning in surprise Daisy closes her eyes and sinks into him. He couldn't resist himself, the way she's looking right now and the feeling of her is too much for him not to. After last night and waking up the way he did this morning he couldn't contain himself. He finally gave in to what he's been wanting since he met her. He wanted to be selfish this one time, this one moment. Even though he couldn't give her all she wants he's going to take the one thing he's been wanting from her. A kiss. He knows he shouldn't, he knows everything that could go wrong but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when she was looking at him like she was finally content with life and happiness. Her hands move to grasp his neck before one goes up and through his hair. He growls in approval before tugging her body to be against his. He can feel her heated core through their underwear and bucks in response. Gasping from it Daisy pressed herself down onto him firmly. His clenching her back before moving them down to her thighs to hold her possessively. When he pulls away for air he rests his forehead on hers while saying breathlessly.

"Tell me to stop."

"Don't stop."

Daisy gasps making him groan and attack her mouth with his own. He pushes her lips apart to slip his tongue in, they fight for dominance within the kiss. Eric wins instantly once he pushed her down on his hard bulge through his boxers. The hand in his hair tugs in need for more, the other hand slide down his chest. Breaking away for air Eric lips go down her neck to kiss and nip at. She whimpers when he bites down on the skin just below her tattoo. Tilting her head to the side Daisy gives him more access. He licks it after while his hands move underneath the sides of her panties and breathing out.

"Push me away… Tell me no."

"Eric."

"We shouldn't…"

His phone goes off, they both still and turn to look at the vibrating cell phone. Max's name appears and they both know it's because of the meeting Eric needs be at right now. They're both breathing heavily as Daisy slides off Eric. They look at one another but don't say a single thing. He gets up, picks up the phone and answers it. Daisy watches him talking to Max as he walks around the bedroom. Eric is not looking at Daisy or even the bed she's sitting on. He heads to the bathroom as they continue to talk on the phone. Biting her bottom lip Daist decided to get up and get ready for the day. As she gets dressed she hears the bathroom door close making her glance back at it. She doesn't know what to think or how to react, this is new territory. Maybe she should just have got off him when he asked. Maybe she shouldn't have sat in his lap. Maybe she shouldn't have let him kiss her. She's about to fix her hair when Eric comes out. He's now dressed for the day, hair fixed and face cleaned. He puts his phone in his pocket as he walks across the room while informing her.

"I need to go. Max needs me to go over a report for Jeanine."

"O- Okay." Daisy tries to smile at him and nods, "I'll see you for lunch?"

"Yeah…"

He answers while moving to leave the bedroom but he stops when seeing her expression. She looks at herself in the mirror while trying to fix her hair. Her expression is different than before, it's emotionless, cautious, alert. Eric realizes then he can't just walk away, not after what he did. He can't leave her like this. Not knowing what else to do he comes up to her and does what she did the other day. Kiss her on the cheek. The kiss is quick and soft like he almost didn't even do it. It was different, new but most of all reassurance. She smiles softly at his unusual action as she watches him once again walk away. When he leaves the room all he can think about it was he did, what he let himself do, what he wants to do again. He just crossed into something they never have done before, he's not sure if he fucked up or not. He probably just shouldn't have kissed her. He can fuck half of Dauntless, why does he have to want Daisy? Why does he have this need to sleep with her? If he needed to get off he can pick some random woman, easy as that. Why does he have to want the one girl that's the hardest? He leaves the apartment with one thing on his mind, the first kiss him and Daisy shared.