Another smut warning, but for the first part of this chapter, up until the first page break. You know the drill, skip ahead if that ain't your thang.
As much as I enjoy writing the smut, I feel like I'm overloading you guys with my private perversions, so I'll try and be a little more plot orientated from now on. There will be more though, I mean, sims are coming up, and that shit is stressful. Gotta unwind somehow ;-)
~Couldn't think of a proper smart arse disclaimer this time, but the kids go back to school tomorrow, so I might be able to use my brain properly sometime this week~
Twenty
Eric is eating his dinner at the leader's table when all the lights shut off. The hair stands up on the back of his neck and he has a sneaking suspicion that the Pedrad brothers might not be behind the sudden darkness this time. When a haunting voice fills the room, he's sure he knows who is responsible. He's going to fucking kill her.
"I'm not the one who's so far away, when I feel the snakebite enter my veins. Never did I wanna be here again, and I don't remember why I came."
It's Godsmack. She knows he loves Godsmack, and Voodoo was his favourite. Especially when she would swing her hips to it, dancing so seductively that it should be a sin... Oh shit! This was going to be so bad.
A spotlight shines down on her as she appears before him, clad in a barely there outfit that made him salivate and snarl at the same time. She climbs up on the leader's table and starts dancing, snaking her hands up over her head as she sways her hips. From his position right below her he can see her nipples, he's not sure if it makes him hard, or furious. He admits to himself that it might make him both as he shifts uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself without putting a hand on it. He gives up when she drops down in front of him and just grabs ahold of his knees and holds tight. He's trying his best not to grab her and fuck the shit out of her, just bend over the leaders table and put on a show.
He sits perfectly still as she dances for each of the leaders in turn. He knows that if he moves an inch, he won't be able to help himself and he'll grab her. She's dancing in front of him again when he cracks, leaping up and throwing her over his shoulder. She fights him, but not seriously. He gives into the urge that he's had since he first saw her in that transparent skirt and smacks her on the arse, hard. She stills in his grasp, relaxing against him as he carried her out of the hall.
They're barely in the hallway without the cameras when he throws her against the wall, pressing himself up against her. He drags both of her hands up and grasps them in one of his while she wraps her legs around him tight and groans. He goes for her throat with his teeth and squeezes her thigh hard, eliciting a throaty moan from her as she undulates her hips against him.
He backs off a fraction, teasing her like she'd just teased him, and she's begging before he's even drawn breath
"Eric! God! Please! Eric! Please!"
"I'm gonna fuckin spank you until you can't sit down for a week! And then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk! Fuck, Kell, fuck... fuck."
"Please, yes, please, please!" He's still not putting the pressure on her that she wants, and she's starting to make a whiney noise in the back of her throat. "Please, Eric! I need you. Please please please! "
"Why'd you go and do that to me? Why did you have to tease me like that. Do you have any idea how close I was to bending you over that fucking table?" He swings his hand back and slaps her arse again.
"Oh, God! Please, yes please." He glares at her and she rushes to answer "I wanted you! You where all I could think about at that stupid party. I got dared to dance sexy in a public place, and I just wanted to be near you. Please! I need you, Eric"
He just about combusts at her confession, he can't hold back anymore. His fly is down and her cheeky excuse for underwear is shoved aside as fast as he can manage it. He slides home in one movement, right to the hilt. They both let out a breath of relief, like they've just put a burn under running water.
"You're all I can think about too" he surprises himself, it's not like him to be so honest. But she's always brought out the real him, so he chalks it up to being another aspect of that. She leans foward and kisses him hard, taking his breath away in the process. He drops her wrists to grab a hand full of the hair at the nape of her neck, and she wraps both her arms around his head. He drops his head to the crook of her neck and breathes her scent as he thrusts into her. His strokes are slow, but powerful, hitting her hard and deep while she quivered around him. He bites her, hard, marking her about two inches away from his other mark on her shoulder. He holds her skin between his teeth as he feels her cumming around his cock, squeezing him so hard that he sees stars. He lets go of her neck and looks into her unfocused eyes as he picks up the pace, pushing into her desperately as he pants.
"Mine!" He tells her as he chases his own release "You're fucking mine! All mine!"
"Yours!" Her voice is higher than usual, almost keening "I'm yours!"
His thrusts become erratic as she cums hard on him again and he reaches nirvana, growling "Mine!" the whole time. He can feel his eyes rolling back into his head as he empties himself into her, holding her tight against him as she shakes uncontrollably.
He's kissing her as soon as he gains control of his body again, losing himself in her wet, responsive mouth. He leans back and looks at her, blonde hair a mess, lipstick smudged all up her cheek and chin, mascara running down her cheeks with the tears leaking from her eyes. He notices the tears and stops cold.
"Kell, are you ok? Did I hurt you? What's wrong baby?"
"No, you didn't hurt me, I'm fine. I just... I need you again. Take me home? Please?"
She didn't have to ask him twice. They straightened up and dodged every camera and Dauntless member on the way back to the apartment, where Eric had every intention of carrying out his threat from earlier.
oOoOo
There was a knock on the door early the next morning. Kella was still in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and Eric was just stepping out of the bathroom. They looked at each other, Kella in Eric's shirt and Eric wearing just a towel, low on his hips. He figured it was better for him to be seen in a towel, as that was explicable. Kella must've agreed, because she ran past him and slammed the bathroom door faster than he could ask her to make herself scarce.
He opens the door and is extremely irritated to find Four was the one disturbing them so early. He'd been hoping for another quicky after breakfast, but that was off the table now. He steps aside and allows the stiff Stiff entrance, shutting the door behind him as he rushes to the kitchen to turn the bacon and put more on. Four sits at the kitchen table and raises an eyebrow at Eric's lack of clothing.
"She was just getting dressed, I'm only babysitting the pan." Is all Eric can think up on the spot "You're a deviation from our routine" he growls
"Oh, so you two have a routine now? How domestic." Eric realises that they're quickly moving into dangerous territory here and tries to back pedal.
"I've always had a routine Four, makes my life easier. You might want to try it sometime." Four chuckles at that, and Eric gets a sinking feeling in his gut. Before he gets a chance to get flustered, Kella strolls into the room and pushes him away from her frying pan. She's dressed for the day in skintight black pants and a blood red top with a high collar, and her hair cascading down her shoulders.
He takes the opportunity to run, shifting into the bedroom at speed. It takes him no time to throw on his usual, and he bolts back out to the kitchen. He hears nothing but bacon sizzling as he nears the kitchen, but he's not sure exactly what he expected. He walks into the kitchen to find Kella at the stove with her back to Four, who is staring at her with a look that is more than a little heartbroken. He sighs and helps Kella with the toast, sitting Four's plate down in front of him when they're done. Kella and Eric wolf their food down, while Four just picks at his. Eric sits back and looks at Four's despondent face. He thinks that Kella may have taken this one too far.
"She's got the shits with you because she thinks you should've been taking better care of your initiates. She partially blames you for Rose getting hurt." There! At least now he knows. Kella snarls at him though, glaring daggers across the table. He was going to be in the shit for this for awhile.
"I'm sorry, Kella, I tried. I had Zeke keeping an eye on him from the control room, and I really tried to make sure that he was never alone with anyone. I know I could've pushed him harder during training, but he's just such a slimy little bastard and he didn't want to fucking learn." He looks contrite as he apologises, and Kella grunts in his direction.
"Now, now, Kella. Don't you think that publicly beating him unconscious was enough of a punishment? He's apologised, for Christ's sake. Cut the man some slack." She rolls her eyes at Eric, but nods at Four, who breaths a sigh of relief and smiles at her. She gives him a half smile back and things are looking good.
"Thank you, Kella. But now that we're on 'speaking' terms again, and talking about your initiate fights, we have a problem. You're not going to let him win again are you?" Four looks concerned, but Kella giggles at him and shakes her head. "Good. Because it would look really suspicious if you went easy on him after tearing into me. And suspicion is something you guys don't need at the moment, since you two are bumping uglies now..." Eric chokes on his coffee while Kella spits hers across the table. Four laughs a deep, booming, jolly sound at their obvious shock and horror. "Seriously, you pair, you might want to can the sex in public, at least until after she passes initiation. And maybe invest in a gag, if you want to keep her accent a secret anyway." Eric is still trying to breath through the coffee in his lungs, but Kella bursts out laughing at Four's advice.
"Oh shit, hahaha! Sorry mate! Did you actually think he was gonna hurt me? Oh, hahahaha!" Four's cheeks heat up at her mirth, but he chuckles through it.
"I didn't think he would, but I had to be sure. He looked fuckin pissed, and a little bit crazy." Eric thinks about what he did to Kella in the hallway last night.
"How much did you see?" He growls at a sheepish Four
"Not much, man, not much at all. You guys started talkin about spanking and I bolted as quick as I could." Eric relaxes and lets out a chuckle while Kella laughs so hard she snorts.
"You missed the best bits then" Eric feels the tension fall from his shoulders as he laughs it off, glad to have their little alliance of three back on the same page again.
oOoOo
He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. She was staring into him from across the mats, waiting for him to throw the first punch. He wasn't sure he could do this. If he had to choke her out again, he'd either fuck her into the mats or burst into tears. He's about to gave a proper freak out when she smiles at him. A sense of peace rushes through him, and he feels stupid for even worrying about this. Whatever happened here, it wasn't going to affect them outside of the training room. They could beat the shit out of each other here, then go home and lose themselves in each other all night. Everything was going to be fine.
He relaxed his body, and let his muscle memory take over. His movements where fluid, much more fluid than they used to be. He wondered if it had something to do with the dancing they'd been doing. Every movement he made was more graceful than it would have been before the crazy little blonde had decided that he needed to learn how to dance.
They moved around each other, spinning and dodging, swinging and blocking, neither one getting close enough to get a hit in. It was like trying to fight water. Every time he swung at her, she seemed to break apart and reform on the other side of his foot or fist.
He finally got the first hit in, an open handed smack to the side of her head. She slipped out of his grasp, shaking her head a little as she grinned at him. He grinned back, shit was about to get serious here.
Both of their movements sped up, until Eric wasn't sure where he ended and she began. Every now and then, one of them would get a hit in. A tap to the jaw here, a clip to the side of the head there, until they where both bleeding freely from multiple sources. He relished the sting, the pain that she brought him. It made him feel alive in a way that he hadn't felt for a very long time.
It's not until she finally drops his legs out from under him and moves to a choke hold that he thinks he finally sees just how fast she really can move. Her thighs are wrapped around his neck and her hands hold onto one of his arms as they writhe on the ground. She's got him, he know he can't break out of this. He should tap out, but he won't, not ever again.
What he can do is leave his mark on her. He grabs ahold of her upper thigh with his free hand and squeezes with all the strength he has left. She's going to have a bruise the exact size and shape of his hand, right where the majority of her skirts end.
His last thoughts before he fades from consciousness are 'Mine! Fucking mine!'
oOoOo
He wakes slowly in his own bed, his room is full of people. Kella is curled up beside him, Smiley looking down on him with his wrist in his fingers, taking his pulse. Four is sitting on the edge of his bed, while Stuart and Rose share the rocking chair that Kella brought back from Amity one time, sitting in the corner of the room. He feels slightly woozy, and not quite himself.
As soon as he feels he can move without vomiting, he rips his arm out of Smiley's grasp. He reaches straight over to Kella, taking her face in his hand as he searches her sad eyes for the cause of the quiet in the room.
"Are you ok?" He chokes out worriedly. Silent tears are tracking down her cheeks as she looked at him.
"She's fine Eric" Smiley reassured him "It's you we're worried about. She cut your air off for too long, had to resuscitate you on the mats." The woman in his arms looks stricken, tears speeding up in their race down her face.
"I'm sorry, Eric. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I couldn't see your face. It wasn't until I felt your pulse slow right down that I realised. I'm so sorry!" Her tears start in earnest as she lets out a sob. Eric reaches around her and pulls her close, not heeding anyone else in the room.
"I'm fine, baby. I'm ok. I promise." Eric starts rocking her "Shh, love. It's ok, I got you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
"About fucking time" Stuart growls from across the room and Four chuckles.
"They've been going at it like rabbits for awhile now" Four supplies "And she's been talking to him too" Eric feels that the cutesy 'Awww' that comes from Rose and Smiley is unwarranted, but it makes Kella chuckle, so he forgives them instantly.
After Smiley has checked him out he leaves, taking his well wishers with him. They'd made promises to come back later with dinner and Dauntless cake, telling Kella to 'Take good care of him while they where gone'. It's just Eric and Kella in the room now, and he realises just how much the little woman has changed his circumstances. The last time he'd been hurt, Smiley was the only one who had come and seen him, and that was only because he was treating him. Now he supposed he had friends, even if they where only friends by default. He pulls the woman beside him closer as she sobs again. Even if she nearly killed him on a regular basis, he wouldn't trade her for the world.
oOoOo
Again, the song is 'Voodoo' by Godsmack