AN: I appreciate all of the feedback and follows. I hope I continue to do this version of Eris justice. See you Wednesday.

The drink is cold, downright frigid, and it goes down way too easily. She can feel the icy feeling of it traveling down her throat, and then it has the opposite effect when she feels the heat on her cheeks.

"It's nice to see you living a little." Christina grins at her as she clinks her glass against Tris's.

"I just felt like letting loose." She shrugs.

It's a white lie. She's not a heavy drinker by any means, but when she saw Eric in The Pit tonight it threw her for a loop. They've spent a lot of time together these past couple of months, and when they weren't together they did manage to text each other quite often. Usually they coordinate where they'll be, that way they can find a way to sneak off for some fun, but he hadn't mentioned being here tonight, and she's caught off guard by seeing him.

She watches him hang out in the balcony area with Peter Hayes, someone who she once thought was one of the most obnoxious people she'd ever met had eventually grown on her a little. He was full of sexual innuendos, not to come on to her, they were mostly just to make her blush. They were almost what you'd consider friends at this point, however seeing him here with Eric meant the two were on the prowl, and she's not sure how she'll handle seeing that. They had agreed to no exclusivity, but the thought of Eric actually hooking up with someone else did bother her.

But the question is: why?

Why should it bother her that the man she's specifically asked for no ties or commitment to might actually hook up with other people? They spend so much time together or talking to each other she always assumed he had no time. She's never once thought that maybe he's spending just as much time with someone else as he does with her.

She shouldn't be jealous, but she is, and she's decided to drink her jealousy away.

"Are you actually checking Peter Hayes out?" Christina asks as she slides onto the stool next to Tris.

"No, but I was just thinking about how he's nowhere near the asshole he was when we were in training." Tris replies.

"He's not." Christina glances up at him and meets his eyes, and he smiles at her, "But he's turning into a bit of a fuck boy isn't he?"

"He's just having fun." Tris shrugs.

"Just like his cohort up there. The two of them have likely plowed through all of Dauntless, except us, at this point." Christina smirks.

"Does it bother you that you're being left out?" Tris smirks back at her.

"Maybe a little." Christina laughs and signals for another drink, "Eric is terrifying, but Peter is actually freaking hot."

"Seriously?" Tris raises an eyebrow at her.

"Seriously. You don't think so?" She asks.

"He's not bad at all, and he's not the prick he was in training." Tris replies, "Are you actually interested in him?"

Christina smiles, and she knows she's been caught, "I still can't lie for shit, so I won't even try. If he were to show interest, I'd definitely be down to get to know him better. I just don't want to hookup, I want something with meaning."

"And you give me hell for being a Stiff." Tris replies with a grin and they take the shots that the bartender just dropped off.

"Oh don't even give me that shit. You mean to tell me you'd just want to hookup with someone you actually know and see regularly? He's an apprentice, and I work in finance, talk about awkward passing in the hallway during work." Christina giggles.

"Okay, you have a point." Tris acquiesced, "but if the two of you didn't work so close together, would you?"

"Oh for sure." Christina laughs and Tris can't help but join her.

"I knew it." Tris shakes her head.

"So between the two of them, if you had to choose one to rock your world, which one would you choose?" Christina asks.

Tris glances back up where Eric and Peter are sitting and finds Eric's eyes already on her. She turns back to Christina, "Definitely Eric."

"Wow! You wouldn't be afraid he'd just treat you like an initiate and order you around like he did in training?" Christina asks.

"Oh I'm sure that he would, and I have a feeling that I'd like it." Tris smirks at her friend and Christina falls into a fit of giggles.

"I love drunk Tris." She throws her arms around her best friend and the two laugh together, "You should totally make a move on Eric. He's been checking you out ever since they've been here."

"No he hasn't." Tris shakes her head.

"Girl, please. Look up there now." Christina retorts.

Tris glances up and finds Eric's eyes on her. He winks at her and she shakes her head. She turns back to Christina who giggles harder at her. They take two more shots, and Tris sees her phone light up from a text.

E: You look really fucking good tonight. Why didn't you tell me you were heading out here?

T: You didn't tell me, either.

E: Check your previous texts.

She furrows her brow then scrolls up, realizing she had several missed texts from Eric asking if she wanted to meet him down here.

T: I never saw them. I'm so sorry.

E: No need to apologize, shit happens, and you're here now. You look entirely too good for a night out with Christina. Are you trying to pick someone up?

Tris glances up at Eric, who's pretending not to watch her.

T: Are you?

E: I definitely am.

Tris's face falls, and Eric must notice because she gets an immediate follow up text.

E: Is it working?

Tris glances back up at him and she sees him grinning at her.

T: Aren't you supposed to be prowling with your wing man up there?

E: Look to your right.

Tris looks over and sees Peter chatting with Christina while he waits for drinks. Christina makes eye contact with Tris while he's talking to the bartender, and she mouths 'oh my God' while gesturing back at Peter.

Tris grins at her friend, and returns to her phone once she sees Christina flirting with Peter.

T: I take it you're supposed to be distracting me so he can make a move?

E: I have no interest in distracting anyone for him, however since it's you I'm willing to take one for the team.

T: Selfless again, you really could have been an Abnegation.

She looks up and catches him full on smiling.

E: I can show you just how un-abnegation I am. Wanna get out of here?

T: I thought you'd never ask.

Tris moves to pay her bar tab and finds it already taken care of. When she glances back up at the upper level where Eric was last, she doesn't see him.

E: Chasm.

She makes her way out of the bar area and takes the familiar path up and around the large waterfall in the middle of the faction, better known as the chasm. It's almost eerie the way it's quiet for a change, except for the rushing waters from the fall, and she keeps glancing around her.

E: You won't fall. I won't let you.

He's got to be watching her.

T: Where are you?

E: Come find me.

Tris looks around, finding no one in the hallway. She keeps walking up, glancing around her, while keeping an eye on the more dangerous areas close to the edge.

She can still remember them hoisting the body of her fellow initiate Al from the rushing waters two days after he'd attacked her years ago during their training days. He'd been struggling to fit in, and she'd been steadily rising up the ranks. That, coupled with her rebuttal of his advances, had pushed the young man to make a decision he'd ultimately regret when he'd tried to force himself on her, and when she'd fought back he'd tried to push her over the railing of the chasm. Four is who heard her screams, and rushed to save her. The night of that attack was the first time she'd seen a side of Four that he reserved for only those close to him.

Four was a bit of an enigma to her, handsome but dark and brooding, with an admitted struggle with kindness. Their relationship was easy, and slow, taken at a pace that would have been expected in Abnegation. She's forever grateful for the experience with him, and even though their breakup started rather contentiously, after a thoughtful and open conversation they parted ways peacefully. There was a part of her that would likely always be like the girl she left behind in Abnegation, and that was her kindness and ability to maintain friendships.

"What are you doing out here alone, little girl?" A creepy voice asks and Tris is torn out of her thoughts.

She looks around, finding no one, and then a hand grabs her arm and pulls her into the shadows.

"No!" She shouts, kicking at her assailant until she hears his familiar voice.

"Hey, it's just me, Tris it's me." Eric says and she struggles to focus on him in the dim light.

"Don't do that to me!" She shouts, trying to pull away from him, and he can feel her shaking from tears.

"What's wrong? Tris, what did I do?" Eric asks.

"Nothing. It's nothing."

"Tris, talk to me." He says and she looks up at him, her eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and seeing his grey eyes looking back at her.

"Al attacked me during training, along with Drew. Al... he touched me, and they tried to push me over the rail."

"The guy who jumped?" He asks and she nods, "He touched you? As in sexually?"

"I think he was trying. He didn't succeed because Four heard me scream and found me. It happened here by the chasm, much further up, and when Four got to me Al and Drew were trying to push me over the railing up there." She says quietly.

Realization washes over his features, "Is this when I was told you had just gotten into a skirmish?" He asks evenly.

"Yes." She nods her head and she hears him sigh.

"Why didn't you report it?" He asks.

"Because nothing happened when Drew attacked Edward. He stabbed him in the eye, and he stayed while Edward left." She replies, "What was going to happen to him for attacking me?"

"We had no proof when that happened. The camera in the dorm was angled towards the bathroom entrance after we'd heard that the women were being harassed when going in there. He avoided detection when he attacked Edward, and Edward said he didn't know who had done it. Peter, Drew and Molly were all out of the dorm by the time we got there, we all knew it had to be one of them, but there was no way to punish one without all. Max called it." He explains.

"A lot of us tried to tell you that it was Drew!" She exclaims.

"Tris, do you know how many of your fellow trainees also claimed you and Four were sleeping together and that you were getting preferential treatment as a result?" He asks and she draws in a sharp intake of breath.

"We didn't, not for months after initiation, they were lying-"

"Which is why you also weren't disciplined. We had no proof. Taking the word of a potentially jealous initiate isn't enough." He explains gently.

"It makes sense now that I know all of that." She replies quietly.

"Had you reported the incident out here, we'd likely have proof, because there are a ton of cameras around here. We just happen to be in a spot that avoids them at the moment. I understand why you decided not to report it with what you had already seen, I really do. I just wish I had of known. I certainly wouldn't have brought you here." He replies.

"I've been okay coming up here since that, but it was just the arm grab. I now know that it's you, but I didn't when you grabbed me." She replies.

"I shouldn't have grabbed you like that."

"You had no idea." She replies, "It's not like we've talked a lot in the time we've known each other." She chuckles wryly.

"You're right." He retorts and he carefully puts an arm around her.

She's surprised at how gentle he's being, and how he truly seems to have empathy for her and understand her reaction to him. They stand there like that for what feels like an eternity, her head against his shoulder, his head resting against hers. This isn't what their arrangement was about, and she nervously moves away from him.

"Eric, I should let you get back to Peter and I'll head home." She offers.

"No, I'm good." He replies.

"Eric..."

"You said we don't talk a lot, and I agree with that, so let's change it." He replies firmly.

"Eric..." She says and he looks at her, "What if I don't want to talk?" Tris asks, and he can feel her hand creeping up his thigh.

"You're sure?" He asks quietly.

"No ones come through here the entire time we've been back here. It could be a lot of fun." She says.

"Yes, it definitely could be." He agrees, "I just don't want there to be any negative connotations with what happened here in your past and what we do now."

"Then help me forget." She whispers.

That's all it seemed to take, because within seconds he's got her pressed against the cold stone wall with his lips moving against her neck, and his fingers inside of her heat.

"Oh god." She whines when she feels him curling inside of her, "Eric, right there."

"You like this?" He whispers.

"Yesssss..." She hisses.

"You've never had someone find your g-spot have you?" He asks.

"No." She pants.

"Tell me where it feels the best. You guide me." He drops his head to her shoulder and keeps moving his fingers.

"You do it... you already know."

"This is for you. Tell me where it feels good. Guide me." He presses hot kisses to her neck.

"I...I don't know..."

"Tris, do you trust me?" He whispers in her ear.

She chose him for a reason, and it was because she trusted him to be discreet about their explorations. This wasn't supposed to be anything more than casual sex, but somehow Eric has proven he has actual substance.

She trusts him.

"Yes." She says shakily.

"Then tell me what you like." He says as he drags his lips across her neck.

"It's when... it's when you curled it... forward..."

"Like this?" He asks as he moves his hand and angles his fingers forward.

She's a panting mess, rutting against him as he continues to move his fingers inside of her. Once she got him just where she wanted him she felt herself coming apart, and she was embarrassed at how incredibly wet she was. She kept pulsing against his hand, repeating his name as his mouth moved closer to hers. She could feel his breath, warm across her lips, and for a split second she considered pressing her lips to his.

Instead, she felt him remove his hand, and then watched in awe as he began sucking her juices off of his fingers. She unbuckled his belt, and immediately reached inside of his pants and boxers until her hand was wrapped around his hardened length.

"Condom," She whispers and his head falls back against the stone wall.

"Left pocket." He manages to choke out.

She digs around until she finds it, and she tears the wrapper open with her teeth and pulls the condom out. He shows her how to roll it on, and she watches in fascination when he picks her up and then easily moves both of them to the floor, with him sitting and her straddling him.

"Eric..." She whispers as she ruts against his length.

"Take what you want from me, Tris." He commands and he positions himself at her entrance and she slowly lowers herself onto him.

"I've never been on top." She admits as she stills against him.

"You have now. Do you like it?"

She nods, "I feel so full."

He leans towards her, trying to kiss her and she tilts her chin up and he attacks her neck. She starts to move against him, up and down, swiveling her hips, leaning back at times but ultimately leaning forward more often because of the way he's hitting something inside of her. His ministrations on her neck grow sloppy with their movement, and soon she realizes he's thrusting up to meet her hips. Everything feels so good, and when he reaches up to cup her breasts through her top she lets out a low moan.

"I'm going to..." She moans as she feels her orgasm coming on. She's never come from sex like she has with Eric, but the way her body is reacting from him she knows she's about to explode.

"Fuck me," He commands and she feels his teeth on her neck again.

Her walls begin to contract around him and she hears him moan her name as he grips her ass with his hands.

She sees stars, feels boneless and when he buries his head in her shoulder and calls her name, it's muffled but it pushes her way over the edge of pleasure as he comes with her. His lips land close to hers and they stay like that, his arms tightly wound around her back as they breathe the same air.

"Fuck Tris." He whispers against the corner of her mouth and she nods slightly.

"That was, wow, just wow." She whispers back.

She feels his hands working up her back, and then on her shoulders, rubbing gently and she relaxes against him.

"I might go to sleep if you keep doing that." She admits.

"You should come home with me." He offers. She shakes her head against him.

"I have to go home. If I'm not there, Chris worries." She admits and he nods against her.

"While that makes sense, do you actually think she's going home tonight?" He asks and she laughs.

"Christina isn't an easy lay, Coulter." She finally says.

"No, I suppose she's not." Eric admits.

While they're cleaning up and getting dressed, she asks him a question she may not want the answer to, "Have you ever tried with Christina?"

"No." He replies as he zips his pants.

"Why not? It seems like most men shoot their shot with her at one point or another." She replies.

"I haven't been interested in her. She's attractive, don't get me wrong, but you're the one I always noticed."

"Yeah right." She chuckles as she smoothes down her hair.

"Where am I right now, Tris?" She catches his eyes again in the dim light.

Tris is momentarily at a loss for words at his admission. They continue to get dressed and when she's just about to tell him goodbye he asks her a question.

"Would it have been Peter or me?"

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"I saw you and Christina looking up at us and giggling back in the bar. What was the verdict?" He asks.

"Definitely you." She finally admits.

"I knew it." He chortles, and she pushes him away playfully. He grabs her and wraps her up in a hug, surprising her with his easy affection. She feels his lips press against her cheek, and she relaxes against him, smiling.

"I'm starving. Want to go to the diner?" He asks, once again catching her off guard.

"Okay." She agrees, and she follows him out of the shadows, with his hand brushing against hers the entire way.