Today's been boring and uneventful, even just having therapy with Jo was something to look forward to, but now that all of my mandated stuff is out of the way my days have returned back to monotony. I've been having my meals in my cell, at my own request, because I'm trying to avoid the general population as much as possible. Even though I don't have the same target on my back from all the war shit, word gets out that I'm up for parole, and some people just get their kicks off by ruining other people's happiness.

I'm dozing on my bunk when I hear the chains outside the door, I sit up and watch as Perry lets himself in.

"You've got a visitor." He says and begins to chain me.

"Who?" I ask.

"Looks like you're getting your pecker wet tonight big boy. I've been told to escort you over to the cottage."

I tune him out as he crudely continues to talk about my visit, and when he hands me off at the building the call the cottage another guard leads me to a communal shower room.

"Get clean. We've got your clean scrubs and all in a bag on the bench, you can drop your dirty stuff off." He says.

"I showered this morning." I reply.

"Look, everyone showers when they get here, just follow the rules." He replies as he removes my chains. "I'll be right outside."

I take my shower as directed, and avoid getting my hair wet. I don't want Tris to see me with wet hair and think that this really is about getting into her pants. I have no intention in anything like that happening tonight, I really just want to talk.

I hand my stuff off to the guard and he leads me to another hallway. It all reminds me of a hotel, and I'm patient as he unlocks the door.

She's here.

The guard unchains me and closes the door, locking it from the outside.

"I thought they were just fucking with me when they picked me up from my room tonight and told me I had a visitor. You came." I smile at her.

"I did."

"I'm glad you're here. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." She replies.

We both sit on the small sofa, and the silence is deafening.

"Johanna and I finished our last session yesterday. It's actually weird to think this whole thing is done. She did say I could keep seeing her after I'm out though, or even if I'm still in here."

"Do you think you'll continue seeing her?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah. It's been helpful, and it's easier to talk about things now I guess. You know if it hadn't of been for you, I wouldn't have ever been able to open up to her, and as much as I wanted to keep seeing you, I knew that I crossed a line the last time we were together."

"We had to turn in our final recommendations yesterday, and your hearing is in less than three weeks. It's so close." She says, changing the subject.

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"I've been so scared, Tris. I'm afraid of hoping. I'm afraid they're going to find some loophole to keep me in here for another five or even ten years, and that our son is going to be a man before I get out. I'm afraid that I won't see him graduate. I'm afraid that he's going to resent me if we don't win this parole hearing." The fucking tears start to fall again, and I just can't help it.

"Eric, no matter what happens during that hearing, Miles is going to always love you. If we have to visit every weekend for the next ten years that's what we do." She says.

"I don't want to raise my son from inside a prison. I've never wanted to be out of here before. I never dreamed there was going to be anything outside of these walls for me, and now that it's so close I'm fucking terrified. I don't want to lose it. I'm so close to having everything I could have ever wanted and I'm fucking scared they're just going to see who I was ten years ago and make me sit here because I was so fucked up back then." I cry a little harder.

"Please stop crying, please. Let's think about something else, please." She wipes her own tears away, then scoots closer and wraps her arms around me.

She holds me for a long time, and we just talk. We talk about things that happened in Dauntless, and she finally opens up to me and tells me where her head was when she married Four.

Then she shocks me by admitting that it was her feelings that caused her to remove herself from my case, not mine, "I needed to know that you were focused on Miles, and getting out of prison, not on any type of relationship with me."

"I know that I crossed professional lines that last session, and for that I'm sorry Tris. You may not be ready to hear it, but I meant what I said that day."

She then explains that she's ran into Four again, and I know it's because she is treating his mother, even though she can't talk to me about it. People have seen her around the prison, and word travels fast behind bars. When she tells me he's asked to talk to her, I can tell she's apprehensive, but I realize that she needs to find some sort of closure with him about the way their marriage ended, even if she never actually wanted to be married.

We both also know that Tris and Four need some sort of closure if he and I are ever going to have any type of relationship.

When she stands up I just watch her as she looks in the mini fridge for something to drink. I stand up and move towards her, close enough that I can feel her shiver involuntarily.

I can't pretend that I don't want to cross those lines anymore.

"It's a different day, and a different time," I say quietly as I move her hair away from her neck and onto her shoulder, moving my lips across her soft skin, "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."

"I want it." She whispers and turns around, when our lips meet it's pure fire.

I suck on her bottom lip and nibble gently until she opens her mouth for me, our tongues dancing and then fighting for dominance. My hands work their way into her shirt and she pulls away from me just enough for me to lift it over her head.

Jesus Christ, she's beautiful.

I lift her by the back of her thighs and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently.

"Are you sure?" She asks. I can barely speak, I take my own shirt off and throw it to the side. My erection is pressing uncomfortably against my scrub pants and I can see her eyes traveling down to it.

"I'm sure." I breathe out, and she helps me to remove her bra. I immediately latch on to her nipples, alternating between licking and sucking. I kiss my way down her stomach, "You are so perfect." I unbutton her pants and slide them and her panties down her long legs before I finally remove my own pants and boxers.

She's rubbing against me, and I feel like I'm going to cum just from her contact, "I'm not going to last long at all, can I taste you? I want to try," I ask and she nods her head, "I've wanted this for so long," I whisper before I start trailing my tongue around her bud, savoring her taste. When I begin sucking on it, she writhes below me. I've never done this before, but I surely have heard a lot about it, so I gently enter two of my fingers inside of her heat, curling them towards her belly. She's calling my name as she pulses around my fingers. I pull my fingers from her and suck them into my mouth, then grasp myself and line up with her, thrusting inside of her.

It's better than anything I've felt before.

"Fuck babe... protection?" I stammer.

"Clean, on shot," She breathes out.

She's pulling me closer with her legs, and gripping me hard with her hands, there's no fucking way I'm going to be able to last with how good she feels.

"Baby I'm gonna…" I try to warn her but my release washes over me so quickly, I collapse on top of her, trying to keep my weight off of her.

I'm kissing her, and grinding against her and suddenly I feel her hands travelling down my body towards my already interested dick. She's keeping eye contact with me and I nod once, then she wraps her hand around me. She moves her hands up and down my length while I keep kissing her deeply.

I move her hand and enter her again, slowly, savoring every second of her warmth and the way she flexes around me. She's so tight and warm, and I begin slowly moving in and out of her.

"Tris…." I moan.

"Eric, can we try something?" She asks and I nod at her, "I need you to lie down on your back."

I pull out of her and move next to her on the bed, lying on my back. When she moves on top of me, I screw my eyes shut, because for a second this takes me back to a place I never want to think of again.

"Baby, it's me, and if any of this is too much please tell me," She says quietly. I open my eyes and see her beautiful hazel ones staring back at me.

"I trust you. I am safe with you," I whisper.

She leans down to me and begins kissing me, and soon my hands are travelling all over her body again. She's moving against me, sliding my dick between her slick folds and it feels so amazing. Our kisses get frantic again, and I'm pushing and pulling on her hips so I can feel her heat. She moves slightly, pressing my tip directly at her tight entrance and she lowers herself on me.

I'm going to fucking explode.

"Baby, you feel so good..." I moan.

She flexes around me, moving her hips with mine, and she suddenly leans back and braces her hands on my upper thighs. At this angle, she is beyond gorgeous, with her long lair flowing down, her head thrown back and her full breasts bouncing up and down with her movements. Her hands grip me like vices, and I know mine are doing the same as I grip her hips to help guide her.

"Eric…." She whines. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, then clenching down on my dick and I lose all control. There's nothing I can do to slow my own release and I'm calling her name as I spill inside of her.

She collapses on top of me, our bodies are wet with sweat and our hearts hammering in our chests. I trace my fingers up and down her spine and I focus on breathing. She slowly slides off of me, moving to my side and I tuck my arm around her.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"That was amazing," I whisper before pressing my lips to her salty skin, "Everything with you is so natural. I promise you I didn't bring you here tonight for that to happen, but I'm not sorry that it did."

"I'm not either," She replies before kissing my chest.

"I know we have a lot to figure out, Tris, but I want this with you. I know that I can't ask you for a committed relationship while I'm still here working on either an appeal case or to be paroled, but if I can get out of here I want to be with you, and I want to come home to my family."

A knock on the door brings us out of our little bubble, and the guard shouts that it is our ten minute warning. Tris and I get cleaned up, and dressed, and share kisses and touches along the way. We get our two minute warning, and she turns to face me.

"I'm in love with you Eric." She finally says, "I'm committed to you, and to us. We will figure this out, together, no matter what."

"You mean it?" I ask.

"Yes, I love you, and I'm sorry it took me this long to say it."

I kiss her tenderly and I can feel her melting against me. When the door opens, we reluctantly move apart and I watch her every move as the guard chains me back up.

"I love you too, Tris." I reply as I'm being led out of the room.

The guard, to his credit, says absolutely nothing as he hands me back off to my unit guard, which is thankfully Mike this time. We walk slowly and I can't help but smile once in a while on our way back to our building.

Mike glances over at me and grins, shaking his head, "Things good between you two now?"

"She loves me." I reply. I'm like a love-struck teenager and I don't even care.

"Good stuff man. Good stuff." He replies.

When I'm back in my cot, I strip down to my boxers like I normally do when I sleep at night. I can smell her on my skin, and that lavender vanilla scent seems to envelop me. I think about her being tucked into my side, and we're in our bed.

Less than three weeks until that can be my reality. I can do this.