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She wakes up in bed alone just like every other morning. Four is already gone, working another double shift in the control room as the only lingering part of the punishment for his fight with Eric, a fight she knows is her fault. Up until the night of the fight, she had been quietly obedient, dealing with his moodiness and his overall unhappiness by simply ignoring their issues and marching forward. That's what she was taught to do in Abnegation, and even though she chose the warrior faction she still had that bit of subservient nature to her.
She's known Four since they were back in Abnegation, where they were friendly, but never more than that. They got together during her initiation in Dauntless but their union had never been the happiest one, and the overly flirtatious and outright sexual tension filled relationship she had with her coworker in leadership put an incredible strain on things between her and her boyfriend. When he had found out that she and Eric had sex, it almost broke him completely. Eric's place in her life was nothing that she ever expected. She had come to this faction with a purpose, and Four was a part of that. Their friendship was an integral part of her life, and she never expected that anything would threaten the relationship they had built. She didn't like Eric at all from the start, but as she had gotten to know him once starting the leadership training program she found herself wildly attracted to the mysterious man. He's incredibly sexy, but what was even more attractive was the way his mind worked. He was a man who learned by watching, and taught by action, and she was almost as attracted to his mind as she was to his body.
His body was a fucking work of art.
Where Four would shave every bit of his chest hair, Eric didn't, and she found the smattering of curly hair across his body very attractive. He was muscular, he was warm when he pressed against her, and she could feel the way his body would react to her almost every time they were close.
Four has never once touched her and he certainly has never elicited any of these feelings in her.
She shakes those thoughts from her head as she exits their bed. She goes into their walk in closet and finds the lockbox she's looking for, entering the combination and removing the largest of the wands she purchased from the sex shop downstairs.
She didn't want to think about Four, especially after the bullshit he pulled with Eric over the weekend.
She sheds her clothes before crawling back into bed, turning the vibrator on its lowest setting and letting it softly travel over each of her full breasts. She hated these when she was growing up in Abnegation, but she learned to love them here, and she especially loves the way Eric looks at them. Each pink nipple pebbles from the gentle vibration, and she snakes her free hand in between her folds.
She's already wet and she just barely has begun thinking of him.
Those steely grey eyes can cut her at times, but it's his large hands on her body that always leave her wanting more. Whether it's when they spar, always fighting dirty, or like earlier this week when he slid her down from her spot on the ladder. His hands always seem to engulf whichever part of her he's touching.
She wonders how they would feel wrapped around her breasts. The one and only time they were intimate, they didn't even undress. It was literally a raw fuck, she'd lost her virginity to him in an act that lasted only minutes, and he'd left her on the mat without a word. She knows him better than anyone, and that day Eric was just as shocked as she was that it had happened. Neither of them had handled it well, and with the fight happening soon after she and Eric never had a chance to even talk about it.
She missed him while he was gone, and it's obvious he missed her too.
She lays the wand in the bed and circles each breast with a hand, cupping their weight in her hands. She closes her eyes and thinks about him, pulling her body closer to his while grinding his impressive length against her. She felt that when they sparred recently, and god did she want to feel him in between her thighs again.
She moves the wand towards her slit, already soaking it with her juices, and circles it around her swollen bud.
"Eric," she whispers.
When the cool toy enters her hot channel she can feel herself clenching on it.
Relax
She hears that word in his voice.
She begins moving it in and out of her slowly, thinking of Eric, his touches, and the way his fuller bottom lip is sometimes pulled into his mouth when he's thinking. The way he feels against her when they're sparring.
"Yes..." she purrs.
Just like that Tris... you've got it.
One hand returns to her breast, pulling at her hard nipple and squeezing it between her fingers.
"Like that Eric, yes..."
She's taken the wand completely inside of her and she's able to move it in and out with ease, and within a few seconds of hard strokes inside of her she's cumming, clenching her thighs around it as her walls flutter around it. She arches off the bed as her pleasure washes over her and when she opens her eyes she almost expects him to still be there.
But she's alone, with just her thoughts of Eric.
She showers and thoroughly cleans her toy, hiding it away in the depths of her closet and then dresses to head to the office. His door is open when she attempts to pass, but his gravelly voice beckons her to come in.
"Stiff, a word."
"I have a fucking name, Nose." She says angrily from the doorway.
"Aren't you just a ray of fucking sunshine this morning?" He complains as he gestures towards his chair, "Close the door and sit down." He commands.
She rolls her eyes at him but does as she's told, crossing her long legs and glaring at him from across the desk. Her body feels flushed thinking about what she did this morning while fantasizing about him, and she crosses and uncrosses her legs several times as he just watches her.
"Something wrong?" He asks her and his voice goes straight to her core.
"No." She breathes out.
"You look a little flushed, and you're squirming a bit in your seat, are you sure you're okay Stiff?" He leans across his desk and stares at her.
"Nope, I am fine, and stop calling me Stiff." She replies.
"You know, I could help you work off some of that energy, Tris." The emphasis he puts on her name is turning her on and she recrosses her legs again.
"How do you suggest we do that?" She asks nervously.
He smirks at her, "Max has asked that we work on your fighting techniques. He's reserved time for us in the leadership gym. If you want to head down and get warmed up I will meet you down there."
"Don't you need to warm up as well?" She quirks an eyebrow at him.
"I'm already ready, I'll see you soon." He says quietly and she has to force herself out of the office.
He finds her in the gym running laps, and he watches her for several minutes before stopping her. She's wearing the same sports bra and boy short combo he's seen her in before, but it's taking everything he has to focus on work.
"Let's go Stiff."
"I've told you-"
"Use that energy on the mat." He commands, cutting her off with both his eyes and his words.
They square up on the mat, and they circle each other for a few seconds before she lands a quick kick to his side. They exchange punches, landing a few but blocking most, and when he sees the opportunity he sweeps her legs from under her.
"Again." He says as she picks herself off the mat and gets into stance again.
She huffs, blowing out a puff of air that blows the strands of hair that escaped her bun off of her face. She circles Eric, landing a quick jab to his left side, then kicking at his right side, but he grabs her leg and pushes her down on the mat, pressing against her backside.
He knows she can feel him hardening against her. He can't help it, he has zero control over his body when she's around.
"This could be fun again," He breathes out and she angrily bucks against him. He moves away from her quickly and pulls her up in one motion. They're once again standing face to face, "Again." He barks at her.
She's having a hard time focusing on anything other than the way he looks at her, and when he takes his shirt off and smirks at her, she licks her lips before he kicks at her, and she ducks out of the way and punches his inner thigh, taking him down again.
"Oh shit, did I get you in the nuts?" She looks at him in concern and he wraps his strong legs around hers, bringing her crashing to the mat.
"No, and even if you did, you don't lose focus." He barks.
"It's hard…." She trails off and he adjusts himself.
"It is for you." He replies and she shakes her head.
"Again." She barks out at him and he actually laughs as they both haul themselves up from the mat.
"You're feisty today." He smirks at her.
"I'm feisty every day, Nose, are you just now noticing?"
"Oh I notice everything about you." He says right before she kicks his legs out from under him, sending him straight down to the mat with her on top of him.
"You must not, because you didn't notice I was distracting you." She smirks down at him.
"You bitch." He growls at her and she laughs at him before moving off of him and then offering him her hand. He takes it and he yanks her back down on top of him, "I like you better down here."
"Eric..."
"Tris..." He smiles at her and when she sees it she melts a bit, "Admit you missed me when I was gone." He says quietly, while rubbing his hands up and down her tense back.
"Why do you care if I missed you or not?" She challenges.
"It feeds my ego, Tris." He grins wider at her.
She missed this, the moments when his guard is completely down, and the stress of everyday life isn't weighing on them.
"Your ego is already big enough." She smiles back at him.
"I missed you," He admits quietly. She's caught off guard and he can see it, "It was a lot out there. Thinking about you helped."
"What happened out there?" She asks him again.
"My answer won't change, it's nothing you'll ever want to see."
"I'm glad that you're back." She says in no more than a whisper.
"Me too," He pulls her down to him and presses his lips to hers. Its brief, and she pulls away much faster than he wanted her to, but she didn't stop him.
She scoots off of him, moving into a standing position, "Get up here and fight me."
He stands up and takes his fighting stance and she immediately swings at him. This goes on for several rounds, and he begins to think she's the one distracted now, so he backs off a bit. It's the opening she needs to quickly flip him with her legs and trap his neck between her strong thighs.
"Submit to me, Eric." She calls out.
He struggles against her and she just tightens her grip. This is one of the hottest things he's ever seen, his nose pressed against the exact place he wants to be more than anything. He tries lazily to break away all while watching the way her body flexes around him. He never thought that being choked by a woman's thighs could turn him on, but right now he's rock hard and if he could tear himself away from this hold he'd take her again right on this mat. He's on the brink of unconsciousness when he tries to tap the floor, and then all he can see is black.
"Eric, oh my god, Eric, wake up!" He can hear her, but he can't see her, and he settles back into his deep sleep.
Tris waves an ammonia stick beneath his nose, and he begins sputtering. She rolls him to his back and he starts taking deep gulps of oxygen in through his mouth, then exhaling through his nose. The black spots are dissipating and he's starting to focus on her concerned face hovering over his.
"Hey, you're okay, that's it." She soothes, "Why didn't you just tap?" She asks. She pushes his sweaty hair off of his forehead and it's then he realizes his head is in her lap.
"M'ok." He breathes out and she shushes him.
"Less talking, more breathing, Coulter, let's get some color back on you." She reprimands and if he didn't feel like he was about to pass out he'd actually laugh at her.
He closes his eyes, feeling her fingers trailing through his hair, making an absolute mess of it but not having the energy to care. He thinks about how normal this feels, that it's not her soothing him because she literally almost killed him due to him being entirely too stubborn to just tap out, instead they're in his bed and she's holding him after he made her scream his name while his face was buried between her thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He hears the sharp whispers but he's not ready to open his eyes.
"You shouldn't be here, get out," She hisses.
"I once again find my girlfriend in a compromising position with her coworker, fuck at this point he's MY coworker too, I believe I have every right to be here." Four whispers back, "I saw you kiss him, Tris. What are you thinking?"
"You need to stop watching me Tobias. You are already on thin ice with Max, think about things." She argues.
Eric knows he should open his eyes but he can't, he wants to hear what they say to each other.
"That's rich that you're telling me to think about things. Look at you, you're going to blow this whole thing because of him. Think about who you're sitting here with. Think about how she's going to feel when she finds out. He's not like us, Tris."
"You know nothing of him." She whispers loudly.
"I know you're willing to throw away everything we've worked for just because you want someone to fuck! Keep using that box full of filth in our closet, and leave him alone!" He hisses.
"You can't be serious right now Tobias! I've given you over two years of my life! Just because you can't physically be with who you actually want to be with doesn't mean I have to suffer too-"
"Oh that's right, Tris, throw that in my face. Am I not doing every fucking thing you ask me to do? Am I not dealing with the devil himself just so you get everything you want?" His voice raises.
"How can you say it's just what I want? You're in this too! Do you think any of this shit with you is what I want? I'm doing what's right, and I'm saving your ass while doing it! You have no idea what this has been like for me!" Tris shouts and Eric stirs on her lap. "Get out Tobias, right fucking now." She whispers back harshly and Eric hears the other man stomping away.
Her fingers resume their trails through his hair and she leans closer to him, pressing her lips briefly to his forehead, "Please let me be right about you. You have no idea how hard this is for me, you have no idea what I've done, please just be on my side, please-"
"What the hell happened to him?" Tori asks, surprising Tris when she approaches.
"Failure to submit. I choked him out, he's sleeping it off." Tris says quietly.
"Was sleeping." Eric corrects as he sits up slowly, "Tris fights dirty."
"You both do. Max sent me down to make sure the two of you hadn't killed each other. Should I tell him that Tris almost succeeded?" Tori asks with a smirk.
"It was luck, it won't happen again." Eric replies as he returns to his feet, "I'm going to hit the showers."
She watches as he leaves, wondering exactly how much of that earlier conversation he'd heard.
"Tris, you're playing with fire when it comes to him." Tori warns.
"Why do you say that?" She asks.
"You have a boyfriend, a long term one at that who's about to become one of our co-leaders. I think you're about to make a big mistake if you continue down this path with Eric. You're going to get hurt."
"No I won't get hurt. I'll only hurt him." She replies as she walks out of the gym.
Eric leans his head back against the shower wall, finally turning the water on now that Tris is gone.
"Who will you hurt?" He asks out loud before dipping his head under the spray.