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Snowed In

An early morning forecast of snow was due to blanket Chicago in a thin veil of white, but by the afternoon as Tris repacked her equipment into the back of her transport vehicle, an ear piercing sound erupted from her jacket pocket. She reached in and pulled out her phone just as it's screen flashed red followed by a warning message.

'Incoming Storm Warning: Hazardous Conditions Developing. Proceed to nearest shelter immediately'

She quickly shoved her phone back into her pocket and slammed the tailgate of the vehicle closed before looking up at the dark grey clouds moving in from behind the bare trees in the distance. The tiny flakes that had slowly began to fall upon their arrival to Amity earlier had gradually become harsh as the winds picked up, feeling now as if tiny razors sliced against the exposed skin on her hands and cheeks.

It had been decided, by her companion and against her protests, that racing the storm to return to Dauntless would be more enjoyable then holing up with Johanna and her sickeningly happy mannered faction. Not realizing until they were far removed from the safety Amity had provided, of how dangerous their trek had become. With the blowing snow lowering their visibility to practically nil, adding in frigid temperatures with a sprinkle of black ice was just the recipe they needed to send them on an involuntary spinning circus ride ending with a sudden and damn good thrust into a snowbank.

Now here she was kicking the snow from her boots, having finally made it through almost waist deep snow drifts in the now raging storm, having no choice but to make a small nearby cabin her safe haven for the night. Tris scanned over the interior of the darkened rooms, noticing it looked neglected and unused for quite some time with it's basic furniture laying in different states of disarray and decay, covered in cobwebs and dust.

Hopefully, Tris thought to herself, she wouldn't be confined here for longer then a few hours as she was currently missing a huge party at Dauntless, Christina having already messaged her some juicy details of the dramatic events before she departed Amity. She wouldn't have minded it as much if she was alone for the night, but the realization of who she would be trapped in close quarters with for the next foreseeable future startled her just as the loud commotion of a large body slamming into the door behind her made her instantly cringe.

Eric

She turned to see him standing there, holding the thin wooden door against the wall to stop it from swinging back at him, covered head to toe in heavy wet snow and starring daggers in her direction.

And here we go, she said to herself, dropping her kit bag and tossing her hat and gloves at her feet.

"Couldn't hold the door huh?" He spat seeming to close the door with ease against the wild winds.

"For you" Tris sighed unzipping her coat "I would have kept hitting you with it a few more times"

"Don't test me Stiff, I'm not in the fucking mood" Eric cursed turning to latch on the door to keep it shut.

She had sat silently in the truck beside him for the whole nail biting drive, only opening her mouth to curse at him as they began veering off the road towards a large mound of snow. He hoped she'd remain just as silent while they waited for the storm to pass, only realizing just how tiny the shack they now found themselves stuck in was. But the sound of a throwing knife being embedded into the door frame just inches from his head, proved it would be far from a serene night of peace and quiet.

He slowly looked to Tris, illuminated in the harsh light of the flashlight strapped to her jacket which now lay at her feet, looking royally pissed with her furrowed brow and deadly glare, while her hand hovered over the remaining blades strapped to her thigh. Raising a pierced eyebrow, he pulled the sharpened blade from the rotted wood frame before he stalked to where she stood in the middle of the dark cabin.

He had hoped to see a flicker of fear in her blue eyes as he crossed the room, but ever the determined brat, her gaze remained with his, not showing a single hint of intimidation. He wasn't sure which made his pulse kick – how well she was able to hold her own under his cold stare or the sinking feeling that he was losing his abrasive edge on others.

"Try again little girl" He dared twirling the blade through his fingers before holding the knife hilt out to her.

"Call me 'Stiff' again and I will" She replied taking the blade from between his fingertips and sheathing it, then kneeling down to began rummaging through her kit bag on the floor between them. He felt the heat of his anger that had been building up since their accident surge through him. But as Tris glanced up at him in annoyance, a vision of her on her knees, running her soft hands up his bare thighs while staring up at him hungrily slammed into him like a goddamn freight train. He tried to physically shake it away, but his eyes met with hers again and the scenario his mind had cooked up played out further.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Tris spat breaking into his thoughts.

He cursed to himself, this was going to be a long fucking night.

Tris had finally finished securing a piece of para cord as a makeshift clothesline to hang their wet gear on, as Eric stoked the small fire he had built in the crumbling fireplace, his low grumbles and whispered curses echoing loudly in her mind.

They hadn't spoken a word to each other since their standoff, but the undecipherable look he had given her seemed etched into her memory, his icy glare both insufferable while somehow making every hair stand on end in anticipation of what her imagination decided to run away with.

She let herself fall in frustration onto the makeshift bed she had built from salvaged sleeping bags and tattered couch cushions, causing her to outwardly curse at a sudden surge of pain erupting in the shoulder that had collided with the dashboard when their vehicle crashed into the snowbank. Although she was silently thankful for the wanted distraction as it broke apart her heated thoughts, the pain slowly subsided as she watched Eric quietly shift a piece of burning cabinetry, that he had not so gracefully removed earlier from the kitchen, until the flames caught hold of it.

His features looked different under the glow of the growing fire. His harsh eyes now soft and seeming deep in thought, while the constant tightness he always held in his broad shoulders disappeared before her eyes, he looked peaceful and calm like the weight he always seemed to carry was lifted, at least for a moment or two.

"How's the shoulder?" He asked keeping his eyes glued to the dancing flames

"It's fine" She replied, her tone sounding harsher then she had meant it to, cringing as his head turned to her with lightening speed.

"It was just a fucking question." He growled, tossing the chair leg he had been using to poke the fire against the cracked and aged stones of the fireplace, before standing and glaring down at her.

"I told you we should have stayed in Amity" She spat feeling the anger inside her reignite instantly "but you wanted to go back to Dauntless, and you were the one driving like a fucking lunatic and spun us out!" Her pulse kicked as she tried to stop her body from vibrating "And to top it off, you're the reason we're now fucking stranded here together. So forgive me if I'm just slightly pissed off at you."

He looked as if he was about to explode and begin yelling back at her, but she rose a hand in the air between them to silence him.

"Save whatever shitty wise crack you're about to make. You can shove it wherever turns you on, but I don't want to fucking hear it" She exclaimed not removing her eyes from his, noticing a familiar flicker in them she hadn't seen in years.

The first and only time he looked at her with such malice, the way he did now, was just after her team had won the war games. She had watched him pad the area on his chest where Fours' sim dart had penetrated, staring at the droplets of blood on his fingers before he looked up and caught her wide stare. She remembered the blood in her veins running cold as he stalked through the crowded train car, shoving unsuspecting Dauntless members from his path until he reached her.

Just like before, it felt as if his eyes had stripped her of all her defenses, as if her soul lay bare for him to deal a final and deadly blow that would leave her alone in darkness. But this time was different – atleast he spoke.

"Careful Princess" He growled half kneeling in front of her, his tattooed forearm resting on his elevated knee, allowing him to brush one of her curls that had fallen against her cheek with ease. "You had best check who the fuck you're talking to"

Tris had finally taken notice of the knot that had been developing in her abdomen since they arrived at their secluded little shelter, mainly because as she sat under his piercing gaze, it suddenly grew tighter – and tighter.

Eric patiently waited for Tris to start screaming and yelling her usual colourful profanities, followed closely by her unforgiving right hook, both of them clashing angrily like they had done so many times before in the sparring ring. Instead, she sat with her chin slightly raised, silent and unfazed under his harsh stare, her breathing slow and even as her eyes seemed to reflect a reckless abandon for the dangerous situation she now faced.

He always prided himself on the effect he had on others, adverting their eyes from his cold glares, recoiling at the sound of his voice or actively avoiding him in general. He demanded their respect – one way or another – but he'd settle for something far more powerful and influential, their fear.

But as a smile parted Tris's lips, an exhilarating rush of adrenaline made his heart beat faster in his chest.

"I'm not scared of you little boy" Her voice sang breathlessly.

He suddenly felt as if he was standing in the middle of a raging wildfire, it's heat consuming him completely, leaving him as nothing but a defenseless pile of ash scattering into the winds.

Something inside him screamed to put an end to this contrived stunt, chastising him to remember his discipline and regain control.

But something unnaturally dark and dripping in desire, urged him to let go of his slipping hold on the reins and plunge head first into pure chaos.

Tris couldn't stop her mind from spinning wildly out of control. She knew Eric. He was merciless, vicious and cruel. He knew how to target someone's weaknesses and wouldn't hesitate to twist them until his goal of inflicting as much pain as possible was met.

Still, her body betrayed her logical thoughts as she reached out for him, and like a match falling into a pile of dry timber, she knew he would engulf her and let nothing remain in his wake. She felt the breath catch in her lungs as her fingertips brushed down his tense jawline, savoring the moment his eyes closed as he turned his face into her quivering palm and her thumb pressed to the center of his lips, parting them slightly.

She tried concentrating on the aching knot inside her, but the sudden grasp of his hand around her wrist shattered through her thoughts. Tris's gaze widening as she watched something ominous ignite in his eyes. Her half attempts to pull away only resulting in his vice constricting tighter and then in one quick motion she was pulled her towards him.

Her hand pressed to his chest in a futile attempt to try and stop them from violently colliding, readying herself to scream at him until the sensation of his hot breath on the base of her throat silenced her. She felt as if she were teetering on the edge of a great chasm, struggling between the feelings of excitement and fear of being this close to danger, one wrong move sending her straight down into the intoxicating void below.

The heavenly graze of his lips burned her skin as they traveled the length of her neck ending with an audible inhale resonating against her ear. She tightly gripped his damp shirt in her hand trying to steady herself against the waves of passion threatening to drag her into their beckoning depths while wishing she could tear the fabric from his body, just so her fingertips could feel every flex of his muscles as he breathed heavily.

"You should be" He growled, sending an enjoyable shiver through her.

As much as Tris tried to deny it, she couldn't hide her bodies reaction to him. His fingers gripping her wrist could easily feel her racing pulse while her chest quickly rose and fell as her lungs fought for air.

Suddenly, at the very moment she accepted her fate and allowed his darkness to swallow her up, the latch on cabin door weakened to the unrelenting storm and flew open with sickening crack against the wall behind it.

They both jumped to their feet, pushing against the furious wind now blowing snow and ice into the cabin, snuffing the flames of their weakened fire and plunging them into an eerie twilight.

Eric pressed his body against the door as he listened to Tris search in the shadows for something to secure it shut, looking up to see her silhouette coming towards him holding what looked like a chair. He watched as she violently wedged it between the door handle and one of the raised floor boards, before they took a few steps back to test out it effectiveness.

As the seconds passed, they both seemed to approve the impromptu barrier before looking to each other as if trying to read their partners' mind and figure out what the hell had just happened.

He felt his pulse quickening again as his gaze moved to her parted lips, imagining how good they'd taste as he captured them in a searing kiss, until a hint of doubt sunk its teeth in, finally allowing him to grasp onto a single logical thought.

How could he have fooled himself into believing he could ever have her?

Since the moment her blood fell onto the hot coals during her choosing ceremony, he felt ensnared by her penetrating blue eyes, feeling a chill flow through him whenever he noticed them looking in his direction. He had nearly lost control one day on the ride back from the war games as he caught her beautiful gaze from across the train car, and couldn't stop himself from rushing to be near her. But as the fear grew in her eyes that day, he swore to never lose himself again.

And then one day, with all his wondrous glory and perfectly charming good looks, Four swept Tris in his arms and she never looked at him the same way again. It took him some time, but after awhile he was able to bury his feelings for her, convincing himself it was all in his head and she could never love someone like him. Broken. Flawed. And marred by unseen scars.

The look in his eyes confused her. It was as if he was lost, deep in thought but somehow still present with her at the same time. Her mind replayed what happened between them and how easily she let him break down her defenses, leaving her feeling vulnerable and weak, as if the walls she had built to protect herself from further anguish were ripped out from underneath her and she was no longer safe.

Tris cursed to herself, knowing that this was his plan all along, preparing to light the match that ignited the bomb to implode her life and leave it in ruins. The icy claws of suspicion dug into her heart, as she silently vowed to never again give him the chance to destroy her. She slowly backed away from Eric and made her way towards the fireplace, deciding she needed to concentrate on something other then her stupid fucking feelings.

She was able to get the fire going again with ease, listening intently to Eric's movements behind her and taking note of where specifically he was in the room. As hard as she tried to portray a calm and controlled demeanor she knew anyone would be able to decipher the battle happening inside her. Her mind screaming for her to go to him. Fuck the consequences – literally and figuratively. She'd deal with the fallout and move on from it without even breaking a sweat.

But the heaviness in her chest made her realize, she would never overcome the pain of his potential betrayal and once he was done leaving her broken and weak, she'd pitifully beg for more.

She felt the anger in her boil over as she grabbed onto something next to her and got to her feet to turn and face him. He was leaning against the farthest wall behind her, just as she knew he would be, his strong arms crossed over his wide chest, feeling as if his annoyingly gorgeous eyes were somehow able to stare straight through her.

She pulled her arm back and wildly threw, what she now knew was her flashlight, directly at him, the follow through sending waves of pain in her injured shoulder. Of course he was able to avoid getting hit, letting the flashlight smash and break apart against the wall.

"What the hell?!" He yelled, his eyes flashing between her and the now mangled piece of equipment on the floor.

"You have some fucking nerve!" She spat kicking off one of her boots, picking it up and throwing it him too. Getting more annoyed that she missed him again

But just as Tris was getting ready to reach for her other boot, Eric charged towards her closing the small distance between them with only a few strides of his long legs and thrust her backwards into other wall. She tried to fight him off, but his sheer size and strength worked to his advantage, as she was now pressed between him and wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms pinned above her head.

"Care to explain" He growled as she pried one of her arms free from his grip, her elbow painfully connecting with his jaw, making an audible crack!

He was unfazed by her hit, pinning her arm back above her as she struggled. One moment she was silent, seemingly lost within her own mind, the next she was throwing a fucking boot at his head and cursing at him.

"Enough!" He roared feeling his frustration and confusion coming to the surface, as well as the stinging in his jaw.

"No!" She yelled back, stilling herself under his hold, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

"I didn't expect you to go this crazy so soon" He taunted her, feeling a grin form on his lips

"Let go of me" She ordered between clenched teeth while testing his grip, which of course, only made him tighten it even more

"Not until you tell me what got you so worked up" He whispered, leaning into her until his face was buried in her hair.

The silence that fell over them was deafening as he inhaled her scent once again. The faint smell of her soap and a hint of something earthy, made his mind transport him to the middle of a thick forest, the sound of rolling thunder in the distance and the smell of the coming rain in the air.

His gaze met hers as the vision faded from his mind, but something in her eyes made his blood turn to ice in his veins, just as a small tear fell onto her cheek and her breath caught in her throat. He loosened his hold on one of her arms and carefully cupped her face in his calloused hand, feeling a sense of shame that she would only feel the coarseness of his touch, even as he tried to gently brush the tear away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry" He whispered, not realizing the words had left his lips until he had already spoken them.

Tris fought to stop the tears from stinging her cheek, but as another fell she began to feel the embarrassment from letting him see her cry and what she could assume was pity in his dark grey eyes – and it pissed her off.

"You'll make me believe you are..." She whispered through her grin, trying not to let her anger show "But you'll never be sorry"

"You think so little of me" He sighed as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers, sending such a shock wave through her she couldn't stop the small whimper in her throat.

"I shouldn't think of you at all, but I do" She admitted, her voice trailing off in a breathless whisper "You haunt me, and I fucking hate you for it"

His eyes shot open to meet her heated gaze as his breathing grew heavy.

"Why?" He growled pushing his hips into her, allowing the feeling of his hardness press against her soaking core.

Her lips parted to let a faint moan escape as she grabbed onto his strong shoulders to steady herself from what was making her heart pound in her chest and stopping her mind from letting her speak coherent sentences.

"Because I know you'll only hurt me in the end" She replied watching his eyes go cold, feeling as if her heart was already breaking into a thousand pieces, but she could only smile and lick her lips "But I'd still love you anyways"

Suddenly, Eric's mouth collided with hers in a passionate kiss, causing her to moan loudly against his lips until she was left gasping for air in his arms and letting more hot tears stain her cheeks.

"I'll never hurt you" He groaned through gritted teeth before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss.

The sounds of her breathless sighs and moans drowned out the roaring of the wind and pounding snow, threatening to rip their shelter from it's foundations. His veins felt like they were filled with liquid Ecstasy, each touch threatening to send him over the edge of the rocky cliffs into the raging sea below. His name like a sweet Sirens call on her lips, begging him to dive deeper into the dark depths so she could claim him as her own.

He made quick work of her clothes, his mouth begging to taste one of her gorgeous nipples, her gasp as he pinched it between his teeth and the savory sound she made as he flicked his tongue over the tenderness was something he would never grow tired of hearing. Each arch into his touch, as he explored her soft body, pressing her hot center against his throbbing cock.

He as trying to hold back the beast that wanted to strip them both down and take her on the cold and unforgiving floor, but the graze of her nails on his skin as she called out to him, made him slowly lose the reins, bringing him closer to the uncontrollable and frenzied bliss of his release.

His hand reached between her thighs until he found her drenched sex, gently massaging her folds before pressing a finger inside her. He felt her muscles clench around it as his palm stimulated her clit, moving his hand in a slow rocking motion until her pleasured cries shattered the air and she took his mouth in a ravenous kiss. Tris quaked at his touch until the final waves of her orgasm subsided, leaving her quivering and sated in his arms.

Tris was still reeling from her release as she reached for him and freed his pulsing member from the confines of his pants, listening to his tortured deep groans as she moved her hand up and down his length. She felt a devilish grin on her lips when he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, as she pressed him to her opening. She found that she enjoyed teasing him, only allowing the tip of him to penetrate her, until the moment he either caught on to her game or he lost full control, gripping her hips tightly and driving into her in one quick thrust.

Each cried out in euphoric pleasure, finally able to experience the others heavenly touch. Her inner muscles milking him tightly as he pumped into her over and over again, until they felt the cusp of their orgasms begin to take hold. She held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her contained to one spot, shattering in his arms again as he drove into her harder and faster. Eric swiftly following behind her as his cries seemed the shake the tiny world they now controlled within their cabin walls.

He carried her over to their makeshift bed for the night, falling with her in a heap, out of breath and almost spent – but not completely.

A calm settled over them, each taking their time now to explore the other and gauge their reactions, soon ending in the worship of their new found bliss and praying to an unknown, hidden celestial being, as the raging storm within them grew more powerful then one beyond their barricade door.

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