At that, he spins me around and crushes his lips onto mine. I put my hands on his shoulders as my back hits the refrigerator.
The kiss is rough and possessive, like he wants to drink me in and claim me. I know what this means: he's in control of the situation.
He pulls his lips away from mine but our faces are a mere two inches.
"Do you want the bed or will the couch do?" he asks suggestively.
If we do it on the couch, there is chance that someone could knock and walk in on us. The bed is much more preferable.
"The bed," I answer.
"Wise choice," he replies before lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. When he's kissing me, it's like the top row of his teeth are lightly biting my bottom lip. I guess he likes it rough at times.
My back hits the bedroom door and he propels me in, nearly tossing me on the bed. I giggle like a maniac, my hair splayed out beneath my head.
He hovers on top of me, kissing me roughly as he places his hands on my hips, like he's keeping me in place on the bed. His lips leave mine and begin kissing my jaw line, his fingertips moving to the hem of my black shirt.
In the middle of kissing down my neck, he moves the shirt up to the ribcage and I raise my hands to let him remove it from my body. Once I was removed of my shirt, he resumes kissing down my neck and then his lips travel to the side of my collarbone.
He hesitates before lightly kissing the three ravens that I acquired on my chest during my first week here.
My hands find the buttons on his vest and I begin unsnapping them; I sit up when I push the vest from his shoulders. As soon as it joined my shirt on the floor, Eric puts his hands behind my back and he unclips my bra and removes it from my body.
When I remove him of his shirt, he pins me back to the bed again, claiming dominance as he roughly kisses me and digging his fingernails into the side of my breast.
Both of his hands travel to my pants and I hear him unzip them before he pushes them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me completely naked. I fumble as I unzip his fly and I push down his pants along with his boxers. At that moment, I see the size of his package.
He's not big to tear me open, but he's big enough that I feel my eyes go wide.
Now we're completely undressed; I feel him spread by legs apart and he inserts a finger into me and I gasp in ecstasy, trying to contain myself.
"Nice and wet," he says, rubbing his finger on my thigh. He forcefully grabs my hips and I feel the tip of his member touches the tender folds of my entrance.
He kisses me on the lips and looks at me in the eye. "Are you sure about this?"
We're already skin to skin and he's ready to enter me, so there is no point going back.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I reply.
When he enters me, I gasp from the force of the thrust and I put my hands on his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his flesh. I decide to keep my eyes shut when the thrusting begins.
He threads his fingers into my hair, twinning and pulling at it as he continues to thrust into me. I raise my hips and he wraps my leg around his waist with one hand before wrapping my other leg.
I now see why wrapping my legs around his waist is important: that way he can penetrate deeper.
"Tris." He lightly nips my left earlobe. "How fast do you want me to go?"
"Not just faster," I snap. "I want you to go harder too."
Maybe I shouldn't be so masochistic in my first time, but I'm Dauntless. I shouldn't have to fear anything from this.
He pauses before continuing to work over me, going slightly faster and harder than before. I plunge the back of my head into the pillow, gasping from the pleasure that I'm experiencing.
From my limited knowledge of sex, it shouldn't surprise that it would result in perspiration, since we're practically physically exerting ourselves.
His lips travel from my mouth down my neck to the valley of my breasts before he moves them over to the center of my left breast, putting my nipple in his mouth. I arch my back, closing my eyes. Yeah, he definitely was in relationships before me.
I put my arm around my neck and keep my eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the pleasure.
I start to feel warm down there and it's like the beating of my heart increases pace. I curl my toes and I hold my breath, my body tensing under his.
When I can't control my breath anymore, I scream in ecstasy, and I feel warm spurts of liquid fill me to the last drop.
We collapse, our legs tangled together on the black duvet. I feel warm and I lie down with my eyes closed as he strokes my hair.
"Too much for your first time?" he asks huskily.
I open my eyes and turn my head to meet his face. "Not bad. How did your first time go?"
"What gave that away?" he asks, tracing patterns on my bare abdomen.
"You acted like you did it before, because your hands were experienced." I fully turn my body towards him. "Not that I have any judgments against you."
"There was this girl who was a Dauntless-born initiate at the same time that I was a transfer," he says. "We both were inexperienced." He smiles at the memory.
"How long did that relationship last?" I ask.
"Just for seven months," he says. "It's awkward for us to be on speaking terms."
I chuckle. "I never had sex before, but I read a book about sexual reproduction one time. 'The Talk' didn't answer all my questions."
"So, you just weren't experienced in sex," he replies.
"I had to sate my curiosity," I reply. "I'm not the sheltered Abnegation girl that people would think I am."
"Then you're not as stiff as I thought you initially were," he says with an amused smirk.
I hit him in the arm, giggling.
We both put our clothes back on and before I go into the kitchen to resume dinner, I pull the duvet off the bed due to the mess we made due to our lovemaking.
I'm going to have to wash it sometime.
The ground must have frozen overnight, because the first thing I saw when I wake up is the presence of frost on the window and that there are snow flurries. Looking down, I saw that there was snow on the ground.
"Zeke was right about snow, but I doubt its deep enough for what he has planned," says Eric.
I hope it wasn't eight inches because I have to go on overview patrols at the fence with Eric this morning after breakfast. I do not want to come in Dauntless headquarters with my boots caked in snow. I remember when I tracked in snow into the house back in Abnegation and I had to clean it up.
"You might want to take gloves with you," says Eric when we were finished with breakfast and while I'm cleaning the bowls. "It might be nippy out."
"How many pairs of gloves do you have?" I ask.
He checks his watch. "We got twenty minutes until we're supposed to go out. The clothing place is selling winter gear."
Of course and I was so caught up with training that I forgot to. Hopefully they were not picked over.
The heat is cranked up in the Pire, as well as the Pit, though the water from the chasm made things slightly colder than it was. The clothing store wasn't busy, but the winter gear was easy to spot. I pick up two pairs of gloves, thermal socks, boots, and a coat; with the addition of thermal underwear.
I hurried to the apartment with my purchases and change into the snow boots before getting into the coat. When I put on my mittens and he prepared, we both left the apartment.
Going outside, my worst fears were confirmed. As soon as I set my foot outside, I lift my left foot and I see that the sole is covered in snow.
"Great," I sigh.
"Don't worry," Eric assures me. "It's supposed to all melt by tomorrow morning."
It's not like I hate snow. It's just that I'm mentally prepared for snow. The two of us get into the waiting armored truck, which is toasty warm inside. Eric slides the door shut and I feel the truck roar to life.
"After this, I might eat something warm like soup," I tell him, as the truck begins moving.
"Try some chili," he says, sitting down next to me. "It will warm you up."
Chili. I never had that, but the dependents from other factions did.
"Doesn't soup warm you up too?" I ask.
"The only time I had soup was when I was sick," Eric says. "Mother would make garlic and kale soup during my sick days."
"My mother would give me and my brother chicken noodle soup," I say smiling. "Only when we were sick."
"Speaking of being sick, the worst cold I received was when I was ten," he says. "I couldn't go to school for a week."
"I had viral pneumonia," I admit. "I spent that entire time in bed while my parents gave me food and medicine."
"That sounds even more terrible," says Eric, like he can't contain his laughter. "Being stuck in bed all day."
I hit him in the arm, laughing. "Now don't poke at my suffering."
"Just making a comment, Tris," he says with the amusement still there. "No harm intended."
I giggled, leaning against the steel wall to support myself. If someone else hit him or teased him like this, he would knock them out until next Tuesday. He'll only allow me and his friends to do that.
The wheels of the truck bump over the snow and it slows before it stops. We both get out into the nippy weather and I pull my gloves to the sleeves of my coat as not to get any colder.
"We're not going to the Outer Limits of the patrols, are we?" I ask him as we trudge in the eight inches of snow.
"No, not today," says Eric. "I even doubt that the Amity will be even outside in this weather."
I sigh in relief. The thermometer in our apartment said it was thirty degrees. Not too cold but cold enough to get pneumonia in. Acquiring pneumonia during training wouldn't be such a good idea.
I gripped the rails as I followed him up the stairs, trying not to slip from the snow, as I didn't want to fall ten feet and break a bone or worse. I wasn't clumsy but I didn't want that risk. Relief fills me when I reach the top of the fence.
Looking at the other side of the fence, I see almost no activity in the Amity compound, except for a snow plow.
"Anything unusual, this week, though I highly doubt it," I hear Eric say.
"Nothing to report," says a Dauntless man with a graying beard.
"Though he thought he saw something glinting in the sky," says Shauna in annoyance.
The Dauntless man glares at her and Shauna rolls her eyes.
"Headset EM 569745 do you copy? Headset EM 569745 do you copy?" I hear from Eric's headset.
Eric sighs in exasperation and picks up his headset. "Yeah?"
"Jeanine Matthews is here. She's wondering if Tris will learn how to look through simulation data."
Oh, that simulation program. I should have known that Jeanine would come here to see how I would learn how to use it. No wonder the leaders didn't teach me to use it yet.
"We're doing an overview patrol at the fence," says Eric irritably. "Can it wait?"
I hear static in the pause before I hear Veronica say, "Yes, she is willing to wait."
"Good," he says. "We'll get there as soon as we get done. Out."
He turns off his headset and mutters, "Shit. This is going to ruin everything."
Not to mention change the schedule for the tasks I have to undergo. Jackie wouldn't be so pleased if I gave her that data about the control room feed one hour late. That will only add on to the pile of things that would consider me unworthy for Dauntless leadership.
Walking around the perimeter of the fence, I begin to feel anxious. I would rather catch pneumonia out in this cold then meet with Jeanine Matthews. Just seeing her reminds me that she has a vice grip on my faction
I keep my hands in my pockets, even though they are gloved to protect them from the cold. It's not long until Eric updates the log, completing it with his electronic signature. "Okay. Let's leave before we get sick."
Being ill is a welcoming alternative compared to seeing Jeanine Matthews.
"Your cheeks are rosy," he notes as soon as we enter the Pire.
"That's because we were outside in thirty degree weather," I say, though his comments make me blush even more.
"Blood reaches the surface of the skin when exposed to the cold," he says.
Though everyone knows that, it fascinates me when Eric speaks like an Erudite at times.
Since our apartment is on the third floor, we quickly removed our outside winter gear and put on our other boots before going up to the tenth floor where Jeanine was most likely waiting with Max. What makes me nervous is that this tutorial involves looking for those that are considered Divergent.
"Where are they waiting?" I ask Eric.
"In the conference room," he answers promptly.
That probably means that she brought people with her; Erudite head scientists most likely, since the simulation program is also the thing that they specialize in.
Eric knocks on the door twice and Veronica opens it, enabling us to enter.
"…otherwise, everything is shipshape," I hear Max saying as we walk in. I stop in my tracks after seeing who occupies the conference table.
While three of the five Dauntless leaders sit at one end, Jeanine and six other people sit at the other. Jeanine appears placid, though five of the six appear dour faced and sour. They probably didn't like postponing things just to wait for a Dauntless leader and a leader-in-training finish the overview patrol at the fence.
Among the six people is Caleb, who looks nervous. What's he doing here? Probably because he future profession involves serums and the Dauntless simulation program.
I quickly look away from him to pay attention to Jeanine.
"I apologize for the wait, Ms. Matthews," says Eric smoothly.
"It's alright," Jeanine replies. "We took the time explaining a new member of Dr. King's department how this trip works. I assume that you had a run in with him during your last visit."
"Indeed I did," says Eric, glaring at Caleb.
"Caleb, this is Eric Matheson," introduces Jeanine. "He's one of the five Dauntless leaders."
Caleb analyzes Eric, looking rather skeptical. I expect him to ask how a eighteen year old that he's a faction leader but he doesn't ask to my surprise.
"Eric, this is Caleb Prior," Jeanine continues. "He'll be learning about inter-faction relations between Erudite and Dauntless work."
"Prior. Why does the last name ring a bell?" asks Eric.
At first, I fear that people would connect the dots that Caleb and I are siblings, not that I don't like him. However, Caleb interprets it differently. "The Prior name has history in Erudite, unless you were referring to that report that was released last month, it wasn't true. That individual probably had some vendetta against her for something."
Molly did have a vendetta but what gets me is that Caleb said something about the Priors having history in Erudite. Our family didn't have history in Erudite, did they? Then again mother and father didn't share anything about their childhoods. One is not supposed to if they transferred into another faction.
"That report seemed redundant," says Eric, breaking me out of my reverie. "The opinion of just one person does not make it true."
"Well said, Eric," says Jeanine, smiling coolly, though I detect malice in her eyes. "Anyway, we must not dawdle."
Max stands up and begins leading us out of the room, though Eric and I come out last, leaving the other three leaders behind in the conference room.
