I'm almost positive I'm going to have to change the rating of this story to M for sexual situations. I'm a little concerned because I think some readers are too young for that kind of content. Please, I'd love to hear your opinions on the subject before I write anything else. I'm sorry, but I did say I had no idea what I was doing.

This chapter has a strong T rating for minor sexual content.

xoxox

"Come on, you have to be faster than that."

Tris huffed in annoyance and swung her fist at Four again.

He dodged her blow easily.

Getting frustrated, she aimed a low kick to his knee.

Four grabbed her foot and shoved it away before it made contact.

Tris swore under her breath.

There was a glint in his eye that she interpreted as amusement. He was enjoying himself.

When Max had told her that Four would be taking over her physical training until Eric was healed, she had expected it to become a lot easier. This wasn't the case.

He was every bit as talented in a fight as Eric, and maybe even a little bit faster. Sparring with him had Tris feeling tired and frustrated rather quickly.

"Maybe slow it down a little for us mere mortals," Tris quipped, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She jabbed with her right, aiming for his throat.

"He's rubbing off on you," Four said, diverting the blow with his forearm.

"Who?"

"Eric."

Tris paused for a moment too long, letting Four through her defenses when he stepped forward with a sharp jab to her abdomen.

He didn't hit half as hard as Eric did, but it still took her breath away.

"He is not," she wheezed, recovering quickly and delivering a quick hit to his temple with all the speed she could muster. To her surprise it landed, but it was a glancing blow. Four stepped back just in time and her fist only grazed him.

"You fight just like him," Four told her, wiping the sweat from his brow. He dropped his fists and relaxed his stance. Tris didn't let down her guard, in case he was faking. Eric had gotten her more than once with that act.

"Well that makes sense since he's training me, genius."

Her voice sounded sharper than normal, and Tris suddenly realized what Four was talking about. Maybe hanging out with Eric all the time was starting to take its toll.

The corners of his mouth turned up in the barest hint of a smile.

"Come on, we're done for the day. You did well."

"Thank you," Tris said quietly, forcing herself to return the smile.

She had been doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand, but now that Four had brought him up her mind inevitably returned to Eric.

The last she had seen of him had been in the infirmary three days ago.

Three days felt like an eternity already, and Tris couldn't deny she was missing Eric terribly. The days were long and, though she had Four's company at times, she was lonely without the young leader by her side. She would have sought him out, but her heart was still tender after his dismissal of her.

He had left her, standing alone in an empty hospital room, knees weak and her lips still swollen from their heated kisses.

Scowling, Tris peeled her sweaty clothes off and left them on the floor of the locker room as she turned on the shower.

He was all she had been able to think about and Tris wasn't certain that she minded. Thoughts of kissing Eric made her feel light and airy, as if she were walking on clouds. It was only when she realized that he would never be hers that the melancholy set in.

She tried not to dwell on that fact, and instead was consumed with her desire for the young leader. Memories of his lips, his hands on her body, his hot breath on her skin... it was all too much. She was wound tightly and craved relief that only he could provide.

Her hands spread soap over her body, from her small breasts, to the plane of her stomach and down to her pubis. Her breath hitched when her fingers brushed the sensitive spot that had been aching for days.

Feeling self conscious, Tris let her soapy fingers glide over the ache once more. It tickled slightly and sent a twinge of pleasure through her body. Unintentionally, she moaned.

She froze at the sound, fingers hovering over her body. Blushing, she removed her hand and let the water wash her fingers clean.

Tris had come to terms with her body's needs and had to admit that she needed a sexual release. With no knowlege of how to relieve the tension, Tris was left wanting and frustrated, dreaming of the man who left her in that state and wondering what it would be like when he finally took her innocence.

She knew one thing for sure- she wasn't giving him up without a fight.