DISCLAIMER: I do not own Divergent, the book or characters, or The Script, the music and lyrics. Also the characters appearing in this story resemble the characters from the movie

"She says better to have and not need, than to need and not have
No matter what the cost, it's better to have loved and lost
Have you ever met a man who never loved at all?"

The Script, Broken Arrow

TRIS PRIOR
FRIDAY - 11:30 P.M.
ERIC COULTER'S APARTMENT0

"I've dreamed of this." His voice was rough and raspy, dark in his heat as he whispered the words against her bare skin. "Of you."

She knew that there would be no stopping this moment. No going back.

It would not end with just a simple kiss.

Her skin was already damp, hot, he could feel her trembling as his eyes narrowed into a molten blue. He could no longer resist her.

His judgment, his need for control vanished as her breath caught on his name - daring him, challenging him to move.

His lips were soft, his mouth hot as he slanted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She whimpered a sound of delight, sucking at it, curling her own upwards and he shuddered, cupping her from behind, lifting her against his thick erection.

He ran his hands along her spine, gently gathering the material, raising it until the silk slithered to the bedroom floor leaving her warm and naked beneath it.

Eric Coulter drew back to look at her, all of her, the honey hair that tumbled over her shoulders, ending below the curve of her breast. She was so small, so delicate; he knew he could span her tapered waist with his hands before it gently flared out to the slender hips.

"You're so beautiful," his voice was strained and she shivered as his rough skin brushed over her.

He gathered her hair in his hand, drawing her head back to expose the long line of her throat, his tongue tracing over the frantically beating pulse, nipping along the sensitive tendons.

Tris Prior trailed her fingertips down and over his shoulders, sleek muscles contracting as her hand drifted lower past his waistband, cupping his heavy weight in her hands.

The world tilted crazily and she found herself imprisoned in the grip of a man whose strength she could never measure as he walked with her towards the bed, pushing her to the comforter, smoothing her leggings down her long legs until she lay naked, her hair wildly spread around her shoulders, reaching for him.

He pulled his shirt off, fingers working at the fastening of his pants until he stood bare before her, blue eyes darkened to navy, his naked shaft thickly thrusting into the air, painfully swollen.

Her eyes grew wide, her tongue nervously licking her plump lower lip, ignoring the sharp sensations tightening between her thighs.

"Eric, there's something I need to tell you."

Eric didn't want to know. He didn't want to hear about any of her other lovers. No matter how many there had been.

He would be the only one she remembered.

"No, it's not important." he said, slowly leaning forward, letting his body touch hers, lightly pressing down on her, and his mouth closed over her in a lingering tenderness that was devastating. "I don't want to know."

His lips left hers, slid hotly down her throat to her breast, snipping delicately, sucking hard. She sank into a dark pool of need as his mouth moved over her trembling stomach muscles, running over the heavily swollen lips, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue swirling seemingly smiling against her as he gripped her bottom, pulling her tighter, stabbing deep within.

"Eric," she demanded, her legs shifting. "Now dammit."

He laughed darkly, her hips reaching for his as he mounted her, his naked flesh searing hers, guiding the broad head of his penis over her slick flesh. She felt his hardness, the strength of his arms enfolding her, the scrub-board of his stomach rubbing against her, her mind focusing as he forced his slow, inexorable penetration.

She gasped, feeling painfully stretched, almost beyond pleasure, gasping as he ripped through the thin barrier.

A virgin.

Eric shook his head in disbelief, pulling out of her body, staring down into her dazed eyes in shock.

"You're a virgin."

"Yes," she whimpered the word. "Eric, please."

Her hips twisted against his, her slim hands sleeked over his broad shoulders and down the taunt muscles, sinking her nails into his back as she arched up, breaking his fragile control.

"You can handle it," the whispered words were in her ear. "I won't hurt you."

A rough, deep growl sounded in his throat as he rode her hard, his hips recoiled and advanced, thrusting him deep within her and her own rocked back and forth, unable to control the movement. One hand grasped her breast, squeezing, pulling the nipple to his mouth, clamping down and sucking in time to his thrusts. She felt the thick ride of his penis head and her inner muscles clamped down as she clawed at his back, frantic for release from the incredible tension in her body.

The edges of reality blurred and swirled.

He had never been less gentle with a woman, not with his head reeling, his entire body exploding in savage pleasure. She was hot and tight, silky, wet…and his.

Just his.

She burning, shuddering wildly, the intense coil of tension releasing, milking him, a fierce sensation pulsating through her body as Troy gripped her hips to anchor himself, shoving deeper before bucking violently, hotly spurting into her wetness. Shivering she bit his chest to muffle her cries of completion, but his head fell back, damp hair stuck to his forehead, a guttural moan harshly rumbling in his chest.

No one else. Ever. His.

Their fire had fed one another.

When Eric slowly withdrew from her as she murmured a wordless protest, but he rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head on his shoulder, slowly stroking her from shoulder to hip, reveling in her skin texture, in her graceful cures, everything about her.

This was different.

He had never been so open, so careless.

"You okay?" he asked softly watching as her heavy eyelids fluttered and gently she smiled, burying her nose in his chest as if embarrassed by her actions. "Are you blushing?"

"Shut up," she hissed, her cheeks reddening further but she shrieked with laughter as he began to tickle her bare side. "Stop it, you bully!"

He nuzzled his nose against her, pressing gentle kisses against her lips as he sprawled on his back and she curled into his side. She smoothed her hand down his chest, enjoying the feeling of the muscle ripple beneath her gentle touch, before resting over his heart.

"I love you." Tris whispered the words so softly she would almost wondered if he had heard her until his entire body stiffened.

"Again." he demanded.

Eric needed to hear the words again, not knowing what the morning would bring.

"I love you." Tris sighed, her eyes drifting closed, her body slumping into an exhausted slumber. "Always have."

"I'm sorry." Eric's whispered words were met by only silence.

TRIS PRIOR:
SATURDAY - 8:35 A.M.
ERIC'S APARTMENT

Tris woke, sunlight pouring into the room as she burrowed her head deeper into the pillow, groaning in protest. Her body was exhausted, aching deliciously between her thighs, and she could not stop a small smile from spreading across her lips.

She had finally slept with the man she had been in love with for over three years.

She was finally Eric Coulter's property.

Officially marked even though most of the Dauntless already believed that she was.

She hummed quietly, pulling herself from the bed, slipping into her discarded leggings and Eric's black sweater he had left behind in his search for morning breakfast.

She was definitely pleased she had allowed Christina to throw a party for her twenty-first birthday.

She had gotten exactly what she wanted.

Tris skipped down the stairs, twisting her long hair into a ponytail, stopping when she heard Eric's voice coming from the front door before he could see her as Uriah walked into her view standing beside Eric and Will.

"Honestly, Eric, I didn't think you would be able to pull off the impossible," Uriah said, slapping his hand down on Eric's shoulder as he handed a stack of receipts of points transferred to his account. "Consider it a job well done."

"What have I told you before, Uriah? Never doubt your leader. No matter what the bet maybe." Eric laughed, folding the slips of paper and sliding them into his back pocket. "A few smiles, say the right words and it turns into an easy earning of points for a night of fucking Dauntless's ice queen."

Tris stumbled back into the hallway as they shut the front door behind them, her hand clamping over her mouth, her stomach clenching in protest, bile rising up her throat as she scrambled to the bathroom.

She had been a bet.

She was the worst kinds of a fucking fool.

Her laughter was hollow, she had believed his conceited arrogance was simply the part he played as the Dauntless leader. That she was different was different from the rest. She was the one he would always protect.

But she was wrong, she had allowed her emotions to blur her judgment.

She should have known it was a game.

Pulling herself from the bathroom floor, drawing in deep shuddering breathes as tried her best not to think. If she thought, she would feel, if she felt she would break.

She left his apartment, racing to her best friends apartment, pushing in the key-code. Her eyes were bright with tears, her body trembling as she collapsed on the bed, startling Christina from her sleep.

"Tris, what's wrong?" she placed a hand on Tris's shoulder, feeling her friend shudder softly, her control fragile.

"I need...I need to borrow some points, Chris," her words devoid of any emotion. "Can you help me?"

TRIS PRIOR:
SATURDAY - 8:57 A.M.
THE PIT

Tris strode into the cafeteria area, her expression empty as Christina closely followed, her face flushed in angered pity as she glared at Eric, Will and Uriah who sat at the table, now eating breakfast.

"Morning baby," Tris said the words, lowering herself into Eric's lap, her mouth covering his, her tongue sliding over his, teasing, caressing his response. Eric made a sound of pleasure, disappointed when she pulled back, lightly sucking his lower lip, before standing once again.

"You don't have to move, darling," he protested, reaching out to clasp her hips, holding her close. "Sit."

"Well given the circumstances I thought I should be standing when I give your applause."

"What are you talking about?" Confusion etched his tone, feeling a shiver run through her. "What's wrong?"

"Here," she acted as if she had not heard him as she held out the the transfer receipt for the points, dropping it on the table. "I'm assuming you got at least a a thousand points from each person that placed the bet. Christina and I both wanted in. Sp here's your winnings, stud."

Eric's face rapidly paled, fear condensing in his stomach, his eyes closed as he pressed his lips together, drawing the lower between his teeth and he shook his head in disbelief.

This was not happening, she could not have heard them this morning. It was not possible.

But she had.

"I can explain." The words were hoarse, an involuntary sound of regret.

The blank, empty dark void that consumed Tris's eyes taunted him, mocking him, the possibility of what could have been teased him, taunted him with all that he had refused to believe, all that he hungered to believe with an intensity that left him shaken.

He had won the fucking bet and lost her in return.

"Explain what? That you're an excellent actor? Because you are. You had me fooled." she ground out, her voice low in her fury as she struggled to maintain control. "Explain that the boys I considered my friends since Initiation bet you could fuck me. Please explain that." Tris glanced around as they each lowered their faces ashamed. "And boys you would be proud. He did fuck me. He fucked me until I screamed."

"Tris, enough," he surged to his feet, not wanting her to say anymore about what he had been his for a few minutes, reaching out grasping her arms.

"Did he get extra because I was virgin?"

She slapped him, the sound sharp. It happened before she realized she was going to do it. She had never felt such blind rage before and she had put all her strength in the blow. The blow whipped his head around, but he remained solidly on his feet. His cheek a dark red, his upper lip split.

"I can't believe I let you touch me." She pushed away, rushing from the room as Eric moved to followed.

"Back off, Coulter." Christina hissed, holding out a finger in warning. "Leave her alone. It's the only warning I'll give you. Will," she addressed her boyfriend who was watched the scene unfold with dread. He had never intending for this to happen. "Needless to say, our relationship is officially done."

Christina founded Tris huddled on the floor on the living room floor of her apartment. She stared into her dark eyes, wincing at the anguish she felt radiating, hot tears slowly welled in her eyes. She knelt down on the floor next to her, drawing the tiny blonde's head into her lap as she gently stroked her hair trying in vain to comfort her.

"Tris," She said quietly, "I'm here."

Frantically Tris sought out her strength as harsh sobs spilled forth. "Oh god, it feels like I can't breathe."