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Tris had never set out to seduce anyone before and it was significantly harder than she expected.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised, it was Eric, afterall. She had never met anyone so infuriatingly indifferent.

Her plan was only made harder by the prying eyes that seemed to follow them everywhere, and the blinking red dots in the corners of the room that signified a camera.

It was utterly impossible to get a minute alone with him, and Tris found herself thinking she was going to have to resort to drastic measures.

She needed to speak to him alone. Her days werent getting any easier with Eric clouding her thoughts constantly, even when she shoulde have been concentrating on her training.

Scheming, Tris took a bite of her scrambled eggs and watched her leader from accross the breakfast table. He had a file opened in front of him, reading as he ate. He was so engrossed in the file, or perhaps just ignoring her, and she casually watched his features darken with every word he read. He didn't like the contents of the file, that much was certain.

She jumped a little when he slammed the folder closed.

"Something wrong?" She asked tentatively, hoping he didn't go off on a rampage.

"Your score for physical training is mediocre enough to pass. You'll be beginning another stage of leadership training today. Office work. Paperwork, that sorr of thing."

She cocked a brow, confused. That's what he was so angry about?

"That doesn't sound so awful."

"We'll be working in my office."

"Oh?"

Oh.

It came to her at once. There were no cameras in Eric's office.

"We'll head upstairs after breakfast and I'll show you how we do things in Dauntless."

Yes, Tris thought. She would not waste this opportunity. First and foremost, she needed to know if there was something between them or if her affection was unrequited.

With vigor, Tris finished her breakfast, for once not minding the whispers of the girls at the table behind them. She had bigger things on her mind.

She wasn't sure if Eric had figured out her intentions, because he refused to meet her eyes, which was slightly off putting. She thought he might have been as excited about the time alone as she was, but he was cold and aloof as ever, not showing a hint of interest.

So, she followed Eric to the upper levels where his office was located, unable to stop herself from watching the graceful way he moved. It was very alluring and Tris nearly sighed at the sight.

She was so stuck in her thoughts, she even stumbled a few times on the uneven ground.

It was a relief to finally make it to his office, Tris felt some of her anxiety fade away. The halls were clear of people, which put her at ease.

Eric stopped at a room to the left, one where the door was shut tight. Tris watched him take a keyring out of his pocket and find the correct one with ease, no matter the sheer number of keys on the ring.

Tris actually felt chills of anticipation run down her back as he opened the door wide and gestured for her to come in.

He went to his desk without closing the door, which made Tris rethink the whole situation for a short moment.

With courage she didn't know she was capable of, she pushed the door closed with a quiet snap and watched Eric's face break out in suprise.

"Tris," he growled, seeming to catch on to her intentions. "We're here to work."

"Not yet," she shook her head in disagreement. Hopefully looking much braver than she felt, Tris crossed the room to Eric to stand in front of him.

They regarded each other for a moment in silence, each staring into the others eyes.

"I need you to know," Tris whispered finally. She placed her hand on his chest, like a lover might. He looked strained, but didn't move away from her. "This wasn't a mistake for me. I...I cant get you out of ny head. And I need to know where I stand."

"Oh, Tris," Eric sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's not that simple."

"It could be. We dont have to let everyone control us."

"That's where you're wrong," he shook his head, almost sadly. "I told you I'm not losing my position for you and I meant it."

Silence met his statement. No, she hadn't forgotten his earlier words, but had been hoping some of it was false bravado.

"No one has to know. I can keep a secret."

He laughed without humor.

"If that were the case, I don't think your tryst with Four would be common knowledge among the Dauntless."

"You keep brining it up like something actually happened," she snapped, losing her temper for a moment. "You know Four never touched me."

"But you wanted him to."

He looked like he was about to turn away, so Tris did the only thing that made sense.

Her lips were on his so quickly that he didn't have time to reject her, with a light, but lingering kiss. To her immense suprise and joy, he kissed her back, slowly and sensually, taking the time to explore her mouth and holding her face with a gentle grip of his hands.

Encouraged by Eric's response, Tris bit his bottom lip softly. He came to life then, squeezing whatever bare skin he could find with both of his rough hands. Pressing his lips to hers harder, more desperately. His hands on her hips were more welcome than she could ever tell him.

"Nothing is kept a secret for long in Dauntless," he breathed when they were forced to break apart for air. His words were at odds with his actions as he traced shapes on her the bare skin of her back with his fingertips. The resulting shiver was not unpleasant. Tris did her best not to attack him with her lips again, but it was difficult.

"I understand the consequences. I just want you," she said softly into his ear.

She copied his movements and ran her fingers across his biceps. How many times had she imagined doing this?

"Sleeping with a trainee is generally a good way to get into trouble with Leadership." He mumbled the words into her hair, sounding resigned. Tris was glad they were so close, that way he couldn't see the blush on her cheeks.

"Only if they know about it."

He pullled back a little to look her in the eyes. She gave him a sheepish little smile, cheeks still flushed with color.

"You won't be happy until you see me Factionless, will you?"