I'm sorry people. I had hubby home for a week and my routine was non existent for that time. Trying my best to get back into some form of rhythm, but this one is a bit short. It does, however, give you some answers, so yay for that :-)

Smut Warning for the whole chapter.

~smart arse disclaimer~

Twenty Four

Eric storms into the apartment, slamming the door behind him as he stomps into the bedroom. She's lying in the bed looking at him without any surprise whatsoever as he stands in front of her, panting.

"You watched my sims" It's a simple statement, but it holds the weight of centurys of pain, and now Eric knows it.

"How long where you sleeping?" His quiet, tight, tone conveys all the tension in his body, but none of the fear that is clawing at his stomach.

"You're a very clever boy, Eric. Four didn't get it, you know. He just looked at me like I was crazy." She sighs "Maybe I am crazy, I shouldn't have gone anywhere near this city in the first place. And I definitely shouldn't have started anything with you..." Eric lost it. He was across the room in two great strides and had the tops of her arms in his hands in the next heartbeat. She looked at him calmly as he dragged her out of the bed and shook her slightly.

"Don't! Don't you fucking dare say that shit to me! You belong here, in Dauntless, with me! You're fucking mine!" He tries to prove his point, smashing their faces together in a hard, searing kiss, trying to show her what he's having trouble putting words to. She responds to him immediately, pushing back into him just as hard, just as desperately as he was pushing into her. He claims her mouth, possessing her as fully as he can while he moves his arms around under her arms to encircle her. He tangles his hands in the hair at the back of her head while she wraps her arms around his neck and grips his hair tightly.

He pulls his face back slightly to take a breath and whispers to her lips "You're mine." She shakes her head

"Eric" her voice is hoarse with unshed tears "I slept for four hundred years."

"Shhh" he tries to hush her with his lips, but she pulls back

"For Christ's sake Eric! I'm five hundred and fifty! Don't you think I might be a bit old for you?" She's bordering on hysterical now, but Eric feels a strange calm wash over him.

"No" he says simply, dragging her face back to his and kissing her again, deeply. She moans into his mouth, but he hears frustration in the noise, not surrender. He pulls back to look in her eyes. "I don't care, Kella. I don't give a shit how old you are. You. Are. Mine!" He lowers one of his hands and shoves it under her long shirt, pushing her dripping underwear out of the way to claim her pussy with his fingers. He's not gentle as he fucks her with three digits, just about lifting her up by her nether regions.

"Fuck! God! Fuck! Eric! I'm not even human! Oh God!" He doesn't let up, hitting her front wall so hard that she visibly lifts with every stroke.

"Doesn't matter, you're mine!" He gives one last, hard push and she comes undone around his fingers, soaking his hand as she stares, wide eyed and open mouthed, silently screaming in blissful agony. There's tears streaming down her face, and Eric knows that he'll never see anything more beautiful than this woman's face as he makes her cum, knowing that he's causing her to lose herself so completely.

He doesn't let her recover. Instead, he tears her shirt off over her head and pushes her down on her hands and knees in front of him, ripping her underwear off like it offended him. He only pulls his jeans down as far as he needs to so he can thrust inside her, filling her with one swift movement while he growls "Mine!" She moans, long and loud, at the intrusion. He grips her hips hard as he pulls out slowly, loving the whine her voice gets when she's frustrated. She's not quite begging him yet, but she's going to. He slams into her again, hard, and growls "This is where you belong..." she whines again as he slowly drags out of her "...on the end of my cock!" She screams a little as he thrusts into her again, and on the next outward stroke, she starts begging.

"Please! Oh God, Eric... Please! I need you! Please!" A feral grin breaks across his face as she pleads, this is what he was waiting for.

He starts making shallow, slow thrusts, drawing out the torture. "Who do you belong to Kella?" His voice is soft and even, but there's an undercurrent off tension running through it. Her answer here matters to him.

"Yours, Eric! I'm yours." That's what he wants to hear.

"And where do you belong?" This one matters even more.

"On the end of your cock! I belong on the end of your cock! I'm yours! Please, Eric! I'm yours!" Good. Now he just needed to make sure she remembered it.

She squeaked when he withdrew from her. He flipped her over, placing her on her back in the middle of the bed. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, pushing himself back home as he covered her. He devoured her mouth while he dug his thumb in along her stretched out thigh, applying pressure behind her knee while she squirmed underneath him. She was moaning into his mouth as he moved hard and deep inside her, his free hand moving to her throat and applying enough pressure to be felt, but not enough to block her airway. He pulled his head back and watched as her eyes started rolling back into her head, knowing that this was the moment. He felt her tighten around him, her second climax coming on strong and leading to his own. His words are strangled as she cums around him, but still very recognisable.

"I love you" He lets go as her eyes fly open and tears start streaming from them. "I love you, Kella, I love you! I love you!" His moans are almost painful as he pours himself into her, gripping her leg and throat tightly, trying desperately to hold onto her and fuck the consequences.

"Eric" her whisper is broken as she continues to clench around him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

He collapses onto her, burying his head in it's spot, right in the crook of her neck. He lets go of both her throat and her leg, wrapping his arms around her head and face, holding her as close to him as he can manage. His tears are falling freely down her neck, as are hers as he whispers his broken mantra in her ear, over and over.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

oOoOo

They wake up tangled in each other, having both passed out at some point during the nights activities. Eric groans as she starts moving in his arms, knowing that the time of reckoning is upon them.

"Eric" Her voice is soft, a little croaky, and sexy as hell.

"Hmmm?" Maybe if he feigns still being half asleep he can hold onto her for a bit longer before he has to think about anything too hard.

"Eric..." her voice is firmer this time, fuck it. He gropes at her and pulls her tighter to him, slowly pressing his hips onto her. Maybe he can distract her.

"Eric, I know what you're doing. I can hear your thoughts going 'All this emotional crap is just too fucking hard, so I'm gonna try and distract her with my big, fat cock'" He snorts into her neck at her impression of his deep voice and she moans a little.

"Is it working?" His voice is husky, dripping with seduction.

"Yes, it is" She moans again "But we really, really, need to talk about shit, Eric."

"I talk better with my hands" His fingers find her slit and start working inside her just the way she likes it.

"Fuck, Eric, please! You need to know what I am! What I've done! Oh God!" Her eyes roll back into her head as he works her sweet spot hard.

"So tell me what you are while I make you cum. And then you can tell me all about it while I make love to you. 'Cause it's not going to change anything, not for me." She's right on the brink, clawing at his back and leaving gouge marks with her claws when she gives in.

"I'm a siren! Oh fuck! Oh God! I'm a siren!" Her head is thrown back in excruciating extacy as her body goes taut beside him.

She recovers quickly and throws him onto his back before she straddles him, taking him inside her slowly as they both sigh in relief. She moves her hips back and forward slowly, sliding his cock in and out as she rides him gently.

"I'm a siren. They made me, the military did. They changed my body, my voice, my everything. I couldn't sing a bar before they got ahold of me, now I can make grown men weep with a song. They made me to be alluring. Everything I am is a result of many calculated genetic enhancements to make you want me, and to make me deadlier than sin. I'm small, so I'm perceived as non threatening, but I'm fast and strong, so I'm lethal. I'm beautiful so people let me get close enough to them to rip their throats out before they've even registered that I'm a threat. I'm the perfect assassin. No one ever suspects the bubbly little blonde with the big boobs." She's still riding him gently, and Eric grasps her hips, helping her hit harder, deeper, but still slowly.

"I'd let you kill me," he responds truthfully "but not because of your 'enhancements'." he leers at her breasts as he speaks and she grabs ahold of his jaw, pulling his face upward with a smirk "I'd let you kill me because you're are the best person I've ever met. You're beautiful, in here," he pokes her chest above her heart "as well at out here." he squeezes her breast, causing her to wiggle. "You're smart and loyal and brave, and I'd rather die than live in a world where you didn't want me".

She crashes her mouth to his, hands scratching at his shoulders as she picked up the pace, riding him relentlessly. He can't do anything but hang onto her hips as she writhes on top of him like a snake, moving her body in just the right way to make them both loose their minds. They cum together, both crying out wordless, desperate noises of pleasure and emotion.

She collapses onto him as the strain leaves her body, and he holds her tight against him. She looks exhausted, curled into him with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Just before she slipped into sleep, she whispers "I love you too." And Eric is at peace.