A/N: That's right, another chapter not even a week later! You can all thank elliesmeow for this because we got to talking about this fic and it inspired me. I wrote the chapter in one night because I have so many plans (some old, some new) for what's coming. Amelia has a month before Tris's initiation ends and we all know what happens then. What will she do? lol
(Did we also go on a tangent about what would have happened between them if Eric stayed in Erudite? Yes. I may eventually write a "what if" snippet on the idea...)

Thank you all for the support and love. I really appreciate it and I am SO glad you are all enjoying this so much. I hope you'll forgive me for the beginning. It's been a while since I wrote blatant smut lol

Thanks again! Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Five

I bounce slightly on the bed. I cannot delve any further into the thought as Eric strips his shirt off of him and moves over me again. He fits between my legs as if he belongs there. His mouth is on mine again and for a moment it feels as though he will devour me. I could be lost to him if I allowed it. He moves, tracing a path across my jaw and down my neck with his lips. His hands slid up my sides under my shirt.

I dig my fingers into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. His teeth dig into my neck and I cannot stop my yelp. He pulls himself back, just enough to look me in the eyes.

"You should be quiet if you don't want your neighbours to hear."

I scowl back. "Don't bite me!"

"It's not my teeth you should worry about," he said, looking far more amused than the situation granted. He glances down. "Remove the shirt. Or I will."

I distinctly remember the way he tore open my shirt when I was trapped in his faction. I cannot allow it to happen here. I have no skills in mending clothing and any explanation to another would be...difficult. I try to unbutton it quickly. It is infinitely hard to do so with Eric holding himself up above me. His eyes track the movement of my fingers, somehow darkening further with every inch of skin revealed.

He pulls back further, motioning me to sit up as he pulls my arms free of the fabric. The bra is the next to go. He unclasps it quickly and pulls it down. I am left nearly naked in front of him. He stares as if he is trying to memorize every inch of me. I feel bare and exposed as if he will pull me apart and dispose of the pieces. I cannot allow that. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Anything to just get him to stop looking at me.

Eric almost seems to melt into the kiss. It is odd, but as his hand splays across my back and the other covers my breast, I am lost to the sensations he creates. I know I must be silent, but as his mouth goes lower, covering one nipple and lavishing it with attention, it gets increasingly difficult to do so.

I drag my blunt nails across his shoulders. I should not be doing this, but Eric has a way of forcing every thought but him out of my head. His fingers go lower, tracing up the inside of my thigh before he shifts slightly. I can feel him growing hard against my thigh. His fingers find my clitoris with unsettling ease. I arch up into him.

"Eric, please," I cannot help but beg. I feel him grin against my skin.

"I love hearing you say my name, begging for something only I can give you." His fingers push in, curling slightly. My head falls back. I feel almost breathless already.

"Don't tease," I say. "I need to feel it." I need him to drive all thoughts of Jeanine, of my fear of ending up on that table in her lab away.

He glances up at me. "What do you want, Amelia?"

I know what he wants me to say. His fingers retract slowly before pushing in again and I cannot help the whine that comes out of my mouth.

He moves up slightly so that his mouth is against my ear. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Tell me."

My hand grips his arm. "Eric..." the tension is building and I am getting closer to relief but it isn't enough. "Please."

"Tell me," his tone is harsher. I do not understand his need for words, to hear it, but as he pulls his fingers out, I am suddenly afraid he will leave me like this.

"I need you," I plead. "Please fu-" I am cut off by his kiss. It is hard and desperate, hinting at something I cannot place.

He moves, positioning himself and entering me easily. My head falls back again and I feel him groan against my neck.

"Fuck, Amelia."

My legs wrap around him and I try to nudge him with my heel. Anything to get him to move. He takes the hint. His thrusts start slow and he watches me carefully, seeming to enjoy the torment. It's not enough.

"Harder," I grab the back of one of his shoulders. "Harder!"

He grins before grabbing my hip and increasing his speed. Every thrust teases the edge closer but the grip he has on me keeps my focus on him. I will have bruises for days. The orgasm hits suddenly. He kisses me, swallowing my cry as I break around him. It does not stop him. He pulls me up against him as he sits back on his heels. Somehow this feels closer than ever even though they've been in this position before. He wraps an arm under one of my legs.

"Come on," he grunts. "Cum for me again."

He somehow moves, pushing up into me and bringing me back to the edge of another one. I bury my face into his shoulder to cover the noise I cannot help but make, reliant only on his strength. I am swept into another orgasm that leaves me trembling. Eric's movements become faster, almost erratic before he finally groans and stills. I am left catching my breath as he moves his arm from my leg. His hand digs into my hair, the bun it was in is completely destroyed. He kisses me. It is oddly soft, lacking the desperation from before.

"Amelia," I hear him mutter.

"Eric," my voice is softer than I intended. I am suddenly exhausted but I must move to clean up before I can allow myself to sleep. "Let go please."

He makes some noise, burying his face in my neck before he sighs.

"I need to go to the washroom, Eric."

That inspires him to release me. I try not to wince at the feeling of him pulling out of me. I retreat quickly, using the facilities and trying to clean up as quickly as possible. He still shouldn't be here. By the time I am done, Eric seems to be asleep in my bed.

I lean over, trying to shake his shoulder. "Eric. Eric, get up!" I hiss. "You have to go!"

"Later," he mumbles into my pillow.

"Not later! Now!" I reach down again but he is aware of it this time. He grabs me and I am moved so quickly it is almost impossible to comprehend how I went from standing next to him to laying against him.

"Go to sleep, 'melia," he says into my hair. "We both need it."

I am tempted to tell him I do not and that one of us needs to leave. I will not leave him alone in my apartment though and the longer I lay there, the more I become aware of how tired I am. My eyes close of their own accord.

Eric is gone when I wake.

I get ready quickly and it is in the process of concealing the marks he left on me, that I remember my thoughts from last night. How did he know my apartment so well and how did he keep getting in? The curiosity drives me to look around. I have not been home often, coming only to sleep when I can. There are books on my shelf that are not mine. I had no need to read The Art of War or the one about psychological weaknesses. I remember seeing these before though. On the shelf in Eric's apartment. My tablet beeps at me. My attention is drawn to my schedule and I leave automatically before I can process what exactly that means. Why has he left them there?

The feeling lingers as I quickly check on my messages. I have initiates to check on, reports to go over and organizing the supplies for Dauntless. As well as checking on the results of the tests and confirming with Jeanine if we have any further need for more volunteers from the other factions. I am exhausted thinking about it. I grab one of the sodas available. It will have to satisfy me until I have time to eat.

The initiates are found in one of the labs. It is the first day and they will spend it touring the facilities and all that we offer. At the end, they will make their choice of what project they wish to accomplish.

I pause on the edge of the crowd, simply listening as the lead technician explains what exactly they do. It is moments before they realize I am there. I was hoping it would take longer.

"Ah! Miss. Elswood!"

The entire group turns to look at me as the technician strides towards me. I try not to sigh. I cannot remember his name. This lab is not one that is directly connected to Gregory's. I smile regardless.

"Everyone, this is Amelia Elswood. She is Jeanine's right-hand woman and the one you have to get through to even see Jeanine," he says. It was not entirely true considering Catherine was her assistant now but the interest in the group piques. "How soon after your initiation did Jeanine choose you?" He is trying to bolster me to the initiates. I am unsure if he expects that will have me look at him more favourably when he asks for something.

"Two weeks," I say. I look out at the group in front of me. "I passed my initiation in the 90th percentile. You can too if you work hard enough at it." It's the only advice I can give them. "You must make the choices you feel are right for you," I tell them. "And our faction. I understand that some of you are in unfamiliar territory. Do not hesitate to ask questions if you need anything. We do not discourage curiosity here." I am tempted to leave now, but Jeanine has requested that I keep an eye on the Prior boy. It may be easiest to endear myself to the entire group so that he is not singled out. Not if he is anyway like me. "Are there any questions?"

At the number of hands that raise, I regret the offer instantly. I sigh before nodding and motioning for the first one.

By the time I escape the initiates, I am required to be on a truck with the shipments to Dauntless. I am left dizzy from their questions. They were mostly well thought out and some of them clearly showed reflection on previous answers I gave. It was almost heartening to see these new recruits to our faction. Especially after last year. I try not to think about it. Instead, I focus on sending the reminder to Eric that we are on our way. I can practically still feel his hands and mouth on me. The distraction was just that - a distraction. While I am grateful that I managed to actually sleep, I know that it cannot last.

Eric is waiting for us. He looks upset until I start climbing out of the truck. His hands are quickly on my waist, bringing me down. I try not to react to the feeling.

"Hmm," he says softly. "If only every day could start as today did." I try not to show my confusion. Is he referring to climbing out of my bed in the middle of the night?

"I sent you the list of supplies that we are delivering," I say, ignoring it. "I expect that the room will be completed within the week."

"All work and no play again?" He smirks at me before motioning to others. I look to see the same men from before. Hatch waves to me as he climbs up and starts unloading. I make notes on everything that passes by.

"Despite your insistence, I remain busy," I reply. "This is only one of the things on my list today. I cannot linger." It is more for his benefit than mine. He should not have expectations that he will dictate things every time we see each other. "I trust you know where to put them?"

"I'll make sure it gets where it needs to be as long as you adjust your schedule." He leans forward slightly then and lowers his voice. "You owe me, don't forget."

"How can I when you so rarely allow me to do so?" I ask dryly.

I glance at him. He looks slightly more amused than usual.

"I have to say," he leans back on his heels, looking far too smug all of a sudden. "Whatever happened to you last night must have been good if you're actually attempting a joke."

I try not to clench my jaw and send him an unimpressed look. He knows exactly what happened and while I appreciate the discretion, it is an attempt to prove that he is right in his assessment of us. "It is a wonder what sleep can do for the body," I reply. "Imagine how I would feel if I did not have unnecessary tasks that needed to be complete because of a previous incident?"

"Imagine," he says.

"Are you prepared for the meeting?" I ask. It is tomorrow and Jeanine expects answers.

He nods. "We'll have everything she needs."

"Good." That reminds me. "She also asked that you keep an eye on the Abnegation that chose your faction." His eyes seem to sharpen at that. "She suspects but will await until observations are complete." I know that he will be aware of what I am talking about. I cannot state it clearly considering the others around us.

Eric nods. "I'll watch her."

"Thank you."

He leans down towards me. "There are other ways you can thank me," he murmurs.

"As I am sure you are aware, there are ways you can thank yourself."

He lets out a bark of laughter that causes everyone to pause. The other Dauntless look at him in surprise except for Hatch who just grins at both of us.

Eric scowls at them. "Get back to work!" They scramble quickly. The truck is emptied quickly. I make a note on my tablet.

"I'll return to ensure it is set up properly."

"When?"

"Does it matter?" I ask as he leads me back to the door of the truck. "I will be at the meeting tomorrow."

"Good."

I pause before opening the door and turn to him. "I seem to be in the possession of some books that are not mine. Would you happen to know how I can get rid of them?"

"Thought noses were supposed to love books?"

"If you do not, I will relinquish them to the library."

"You will not," he snaps. "Don't you fucking dare," his voice is low.

"Then remove them," I nearly hiss back. I take a deep breath. The way he crawls under my skin is unnerving. I need to keep my control. "I expect them gone before I change my lock."

He simply smirks at me but opens the truck door. "We'll see."

I cannot react and he knows. He helps me into the cab of the truck and closes the door behind me. Somehow I feel as if I did not get any further to succeeding in my desire to be free of him...or his books.

[tbc]