Not my best work, but I like the next couple chapters a lot. M Rated.

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It had been a week since Eric had discovered her divergence, and in that time she had seen very little of her own apartment.

He claimed that he couldn't be sure she wouldn't run off and wanted to keep a close eye on her for the sake of his career. Tris was fine with that. Every night he gave her spectacular orgasms, every morning she woke before him and got to feel close to him as he clung to her while he slept.

It wasn't the conventional relationship that she used to imagine having, but it was enough.

Today was Friday, meaning she had a relatively peaceful weekend to look forward to. No more meetings with the other Dauntless leaders, no paperwork, and no blaring alarm to wake Eric up and tear him out of her arms.

Just two hours left, Tris thought as she sat in Eric's office typing up an email to Amity in response to their request for more officers to police the factionless. She electronically signed Eric's name to it, but didn't send it. He would want to look over her draft before it was sent, as always.

The man in question was pacing across the floor, typing something into his tablet furiously. Every so often he would look up at her with a stony look in his eye, his jaw clenched so tightly that a tic appeared. That's how Tris knew he was talking to Jeanine. Perhaps even about her.

"What's wrong?" She asked, after the fifth time this happened.

"Nothing," he snapped with a disapproving glare. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"It's done. Do you want to come read my drafts?"

Eric slid his tablet into his back pocket and crossed the room to stand behind her. Tris tried not to react when he put his hand on her shoulder, but it was difficult. Even the most innocent of touches made her squirm as of lately. He didn't even realize he was touching her, Tris decided as she gazed up at him. Eric was bent over to read the computer, attention fully focused on the screen even as his long fingers gently drummed over her collarbone.

He was so close she could smell his aftershave, she could see the stubble on his jaw, feel his breath on her skin. She closed her eyes for a few moments and just allowed herself to appreciate Eric's presence.

Her eyes flew open as his mouth latched onto her neck, but she didn't make a sound. She knew better than that.

He kissed his way up to her ear, gently biting at the lobe and she squirmed in her seat.

"I take it my responses were satisfactory?" Her question was breathy and barely more than a whisper.

"Mmhmm. Stand up," he muttered against her skin.

She got to her feet, knees trembling, and turned to face him. For once, he wasn't smirking at her obvious desire. He looked just as affected as she did, judging by the bulge in his pants and his cloudy gaze.

"Only a couple hours left in the office," she reminded him. Eric did not seem to appreciate this. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, close as he possibly could. His erection was digging into her belly, his eyes bore into hers with an intensity that was becoming more familiar with every passing day.

"I'm not waiting," he drawled, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to cover his bulge. Tris gulped, but she wasn't about to back down from his challenge. Hesitantly, she unbuttoned his pants, slipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock.

He looked pleased and not at all nervous, even though Tris could hear Max loudly talking to Tori out in the hallway. In all honesty, it was exciting to have them so close and so unaware of what was happening just behind Eric's closed door. Eric must have thought so too. He was extremely hard and biting his lower lip, though she was barely touching him yet.

"Come on, Tris," he whispered. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and the last of her doubt just melted away. He wanted her right now and that's all that mattered. She pushed his pants and boxers down his hips and began stroking him in a now familiar rhythm.

Eric quietly hissed in pleasure, digging his fingers into her hips so tightly that she knew they would be bruised later. She didn't care. She was caught up in watching the expressions flit accross his face. She would never tire of watching him like this.

"That's it, baby. Just like that."

Surprised by the pet name, Tris faltered for a moment and stared up at him with wide eyes. Not seeming to realize how odd his words were, Eric took the opportunity to fumble with her leggings, pulling them down around her knees.

"Eric-"

He cut her off with his lips, kissing her softly, yet with a desperation that matched her own.

It was over far too soon, and Tris found herself face down across Eric's desk, her cheek pressing against the hard wood with his hand tangled in her hair.

She bit her lip to hold in a moan as he entered her from behind. Eric made no noise, but she felt him shudder with pleasure as he bottomed out inside her.

"Stay quiet," he whispered to her. As if she didn't know. Max's hearty laugh sounded from outside, as if he had paused right outside the door.

It was a special kind of torment, to keep silent as Eric fucked her. She tasted blood from where her teeth split her bottom lip open. With every thrust she wanted to shriek and moan, to tell him exactly what she was feeling, how she loved it, how she loved him-

She gasped out loud as her orgasm hit, not from the pleasure, but from the sudden realization that she loved Eric.

He stilled behind her, and for one awful moment Tris thought she had confessed her feelings outloud. Her fear receeded as he leaned down her to kiss her shoulder blade, having found his release right behind her.

"Good girl," he muttered, running his hand down the center of her back. She glowed under his praise, even as she struggled to catch her breath. Whether it was from the exertion of their encounter or the earth shattering realization that she was in love, Tris wasn't sure.

Eric pulled out of her slowly, no longer in a hurry. Before she could even lament the loss of him, he bent over her again and trailed kisses down her spine as he pulled her pants back up for her. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face, even as she turned around to face him. For once, he didn't react negatively to her wide grin. He simply raised an eyebrow in question as he zipped up his own pants.

"That was..." Tris trailed off, watching Eric's expectant smirk. She didn't want to disappoint him, and there were no words to accurately describe what she was feeling right now.

Well, maybe that wasn't true. However, she doubted he would want to hear the exact nature of her feelings.

He kissed her lips again, saving her the trouble of answering.

"I know," he told her, smoothing down her hair.

A heavy weight settled on her shoulders just then, as Tris realized he could never know the truth.

He might be horrified, he might laugh at her, but one thing was for sure- he would never return her feelings.