Chapter Two

Tris POV

I wake up disorientated and with a raging headache. My limbs feel like lead and my mouth is dry.

Eric looks like he moved which I consider a good sign. I stumble out of the cocoon of blankets and over to the bathroom. I know I am naked, but I am not bothered enough to get dressed. In the medicine cabinet are some vials with painkillers and I take one immediately before grabbing the rest to take back to bed with me.

Water, I should drink water... my brain is not working properly but I know there is a reason why I need to keep hydrated. I struggle to operate the manual pump by the sink but manage just about to get the water going. After flushing the pipes for a moment, I fill a pitcher that I found in a cabinet and two glasses and bring them over to the improvised bed by the fire.

Oh yes, I have to drink something. I slowly drink one glass of water. What about Eric? He really needs to drink and he should use the bathroom. Even if we had a catheter in the first aid box I would not know a first thing about inserting one. The thought of having to do... that...to Eric is scary but if he is still unconscious something has to give.

I decide to see if his changed position means he is only asleep now and gently shake his shoulder after crawling into bed and covering myself with a blanket. I can feel the painkillers start to work and I am getting quite drowsy.

Shaking Eric's shoulder does nothing, instead I pat his cheek carefully. He turns his head towards me and grunts, so I start calling his name. His eyes open slowly and he stares at me blankly. I keep calling his name and touching his face, he feels extremely warm to the touch and it's safe to say he has a fever going now.

Turning to my side I grab a vial of painkillers and gently push my fingers down on his chin to open his mouth and pour a small amount in. He reflexively swallows and I keep it up until he took the whole amount before refilling the vial with water. After two vials I decide I should try to get him to go to the bathroom.

I am drowsy and feel comfortably numb hence not caring about any nudity - his or mine.

Putting my hand behind Eric's neck I pull him up into a sitting position and he manages to hold it while leaning back on his hands. Good! His eyes keep closing and I really hope this is going to work. I crouch down behind him and put my hands under his armpits and pull up. He follows and stands. Wobbly, but who cares?

Slowly we walk into the bathroom and I sit him down on the toilet and make sure he is steady before hastily retreating.

I refill the water, check there are enough logs in the dispenser and straighten the bedding before collecting Eric. I know I have to check the toilet to see if he actually relieved himself and thank god he did. Progress!

Together we stumble back to bed and Eric is asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. I follow suit.

...

I have the weirdest dream about the early days of my relationship with Tobias.

When we were naive enough to think we could make it work. I am thankful that I got to go through all the stages of sexual experimentation with my best friend. You need someone you can trust when you were raised Abnegation. Someone who does not take knowledge and experience for granted. I certainly am not afraid of intimacy any longer. He, he.

I am happily exploring Tobias' chest. We are lying in front of a roaring fire... huh, don't remember that one... and I am running my hands up and down his torso. I always loved playing with his abs. Licking slowly around his pecs I move down to his abs and trace the outline with my tongue before kissing each one while silently counting them. Yay, eight! Eight? I kiss my way up his chest, along his neck and finally reach his mouth.

Straddling him we spend the next hour or so kissing. Good times!

...

I wake up in darkness and with my head on Eric's chest.

My headache is back in full force and my mouth is dry. I reach out and grab a vial and then drink a whole glass of water again.

The fire casts an eerie glow around the room when I pad over to the bathroom. I leave the door partially open to have a bit of glow illuminating the inside. I can't remember how the lighting worked but I would assume they use oil lanterns as solar panels are reserved for the main compound.

I walk over to the sink and check the cabinets for food to safe our own rations. There is a good selection and I am happy to find some apple and beetroot crisps. I start munching on them while walking back to dig through my wet clothes that are still on the floor and in the mesh of the backpack. I hang them up over the furniture after emptying the pockets and move on to do Eric's as well when I see movement from the corner of my eye. I spin around to see Eric looking at me. His face is unreadable and he does not say one word. He just keeps looking at me like he does not really see me.

I turn back to put Eric's pants up to dry and then carefully walk over to the makeshift bed.

He follows my movement but still does not say one word. I gently call his name and Eric opens his mouth as if to reply but nothing comes out of it.

"I'll get you some painkillers and a glass of water, ok?" He nods and once again turns his head to follow where I am going.

I grab the vial and hold it out to Eric, but he has trouble taking it from me.

"I'll help. Just lean back and open your mouth. I will pour some in. You banged your head and we both got a nasty cold from being exposed to the elements."

He does as I requested and leans his head back on the pillow while opening his mouth. Carefully I pour it in. Little by little, just like before. Eric has trouble swallowing but manages.

"Do you think you can stomach some water or do you want to wait?"

Eric's voice still seems gone so he props himself up a bit more and opens his mouth again.

"Water?" I double check and he nods.

I grab the whole glass and bring it to his mouth. It takes a while but Eric drinks almost the whole glass full.

"Ok, Eric, time to go to the bathroom. I will help you up and then leave you to it."

"Can't see," he croaks.

What? "You have trouble with you vision," I clarify.

He nods.

"Can you see at all?"

He nods again.

"See movement and shapes..." his voice is still not back but I can make out the gist.

"You can see my movements and the outline of things?" He nods again. "That's not too bad. You banged your head pretty badly and the cold water as well as the severe cold did not do you any favours. I will help you up and bring you to the bathroom. You can manage in there on your own and I will come and pick you up, ok?"

Eric nods again. I give him a hand getting up and then support him all the way into the bathroom. He is still unsteady on his feet but does not lean on me as much as he did before.

I help him sit on the toilet and put his hand on the paper in case he needs it.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. I am going to straighten the bedding and finish putting our wet clothes up to dry."

I do exactly as I told Eric I would and leave him alone for a little bit.

We were both sweating a good bit and I swap the duvet for a different one that I found in the closet. I strip the cover and soak it in the sink after refilling the pitcher.

There are some glass jars with soup and I empty two into a pot that I put on the fireplace to heat up. Grabbing a bowl, two spoons and more crisps to leave with the pitcher I make my way back to the bathroom door.

"Eric, I am coming back in. If you need more time bang the wall," I shout through the slightly open door.

Silence. Okay then...

Walking back inside I see that Eric tried to make his own way out but couldn't do so without holding onto the wall.

I put his arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist and guide him back to the bed.

His hand slips and he groans. "Naked," he whispers after ending up with a handful of breast.

"Yes, Eric, we are both naked. All our stuff got wet and is not dry yet and we would be sweating through it all anyway. Better to just keep it ready for when we are better. No sense in being modest now.

"Stiff..."

"Seriously? Communal showers during initiation?! Hello?! And Abnegation makes everyone volunteer at the hospital and nursing homes. I probably have seen more people naked than you... or maybe not. Doesn't matter," I trail off.

I help Eric sit down on his side of the bed and then go to stir the soup. It's warming up fast so I bring the bowl over.

"I got us soup. I will help you, but you have to let me know if you get nauseous. You did not eat anything for almost two days."

I pour the now boiling liquid and go to sit in front of Eric.

"I know this must feel awkward for you but I hope if the sides were reversed you'd do the same for me." I take a spoon full and blow. "Open!"

Eric does as asked and swallows. I take a bite for myself. Yum, this is nice.

Soon the bowl is empty and I go for a refill.

We manage to eat the whole and none of us gets sick.

"Do you want to try some crisps? They are vegetable."

Eric shakes his head. His voice has gotten better but he tries to save it.

I am quite full but can do with a little pick me up. I got parsnip this time and I am enjoying my treat until Eric's hand comes up and covers my mouth. Now I am choking and breathing is becoming harder with his hand still over my mouth. I grab it with both of mine and push it down firmly. Taking gulps of air I wheeze out "what... the... hell... was... that... for...?"

"...moaning..." he whispers.

"What?"

"Food porn!"

And I am choking again. On my own spit this time, it seems.

"Sorry!"

Now I am whispering too. Maybe this way it won't be real if you can barely hear it. Who am I kidding?

"This whole trip has been one weird incident after the other. Kissing each other. Taking all clothes off and staying naked. Food porn. At least you are not sporting a boner..." Yeah, saying this and seeing Eric blush - the weirdest thing ever - makes me look down, of course, and Eric did enjoy the soundtrack.

I can't look away! I should ignore it. We are both adults, just naked as the day we were born. We are mere acquaintances and colleagues. He was my mean leader and instructor during initiation and not much nicer when he trained me for leadership.

I might have made out with him to win a fight and he might have kissed me to keep me from getting killed... kind of makes me the shittier person. Well, hell!

He looks so different than Tobias. I did not realize I moved my hand until Eric takes it and gently pushes it to the side from where my fingertips where grazing the baby soft skin.

Now I am the one blushing. "Let's pretend all this never happened," I blurt out.

"We will review this when we are better," Eric counters. "The painkillers are working full force and I am really drowsy. Can you help me?"

"Sure," I squeak. "I am getting there myself. Do you want anything before you sleep?"

I think I hear a whispered "you" when I guide Eric back onto his pillow and cover him fully with the new bedding but dismiss it as figment of my imagination.

What is wrong with me? Tobias and I ended that part of our relationship weeks ago but that should not turn me into a deviant.

The painkillers finally get to me and I return to my spot on the bed after cleaning up. I push my pillow further away from Eric who is snoring with his mouth open while lying on his back. The bedding is slightly tented and it seems the poor guy is still erect.

I really have to find out why he looks so different than Tobias. Maybe I can take a quick peek? No, Tris, bad girl. I should leave Eric to sleep... but will it not be uncomfortable if he rolls onto his side or stomach?

After that last thought I purposely turn my back to Eric, put my hands under my cheek and close my eyes.

...

I am back to dreaming about exploring Tobias' body. It seems to be the day he let me have free reign with his penis for the first time. What an amazing day that was.

I am running my fingers over every bit of skin down there. He is soo soft and smooth. I am fascinated by the liquid coming out the top. I smear it around and around and it helps me glide effortlessly. Of course I lick a bit to see what it might taste like. Not my favourite flavour but he sure does appreciate my oral exploration. I twirl my tongue around the top and lick up and down like I would with a lollipop. Marlene was nice enough to introduce me to them and boy does it pay off now. I put my lips on the top and gently graze the top. The instant reaction is telling and I am getting turned on just from hearing his moans and words of encouragement.

All right, time to make use of all the sex talk I was exposed to. They all said that guys love it when you suck it. So, I suck on the head and he goes into my mouth. Marlene talked about deep throating... I push my head down further and he is grazing my tonsils. I swallow and he slides in even further. He really is swearing up a storm now. I don't remember Tobias ever being so vocal. My nose touches skin and I am pleasantly surprised that the coarse hair I have come to expect doesn't tickle my nose this time.

"Tris!" Yeah, moan my name. You are getting hoarse - I love it!

I look up to see how close he is and his grey eyes are staring at me like he can't believe his luck. Oh, honey, you are about to get even luckier. I start humming a merry tune while moving a little bit up and down and make a grab for his balls.

Christina told me Will loves it when she plays with them. Bullseye!

I run my finger over and around the soft spot I found that seems to drive him crazy until he tries to pull out. I hastily grab him and push him back, all the way in. I only manage to swallow once before he comes down my throat. I keep swallowing to not let anything escape into my mouth. As I said, the flavour is acceptable but if I can avoid it even better.

I slowly release his softening cock from my mouth and kiss my way up. After a gentle kiss to his lips I curl into his side and close my eyes while listening to his heartbeat. It puts me straight to sleep...

...

Once again I wake up on the wrong side of our bed with my head on Eric's chest. I look up to see him still sound asleep and then I look down... yeah, he is still pitching a tent.

Wonder if he needs help with that. What is wrong with me? It feels like I have been horny for the last seventy two hours or more. It is a new day and the sun seems to be shining.

I get up and load more logs into the feeder before making my way into the bathroom. I feel icky and would give anything for a hot shower or even better - a bath. My headache is lingering but I am feeling better and hopefully I will have recovered soon.

I do find a tub tucked away under the stairs and an array of oil lamps. Too bad I will have to heat the water by the bucket. I go to check on the clothes and they are still damp. Why? Maybe I have to move them closer to the fireplace? The problem is there is no clothesline anywhere and our bed is right where I would have put the laundry.

I refill the pitcher and drink a glass straight away. I am still bemoaning my lack of shower and fill a large pot with water to warm on the fireplace.

Eric is still asleep and I leave him be. He's got it worse and I really hope he will get his eyesight back with enough rest. There is nothing else I can offer to help him.

The water is nice and warm and I dig out some towels and a washcloth. Soap would be nice but I haven't found any yet and I am too tired to look now. I put a towel on my side of the bed and kneel on top while rubbing my skin with the cloth. It feels really refreshing. In no time the water turns cloudy and I replace it with fresh one for Eric.

I also pick a stew for our meal and start heating this one too. I dig through all the cabinets and take anything useful out. When done I have an eclectic selection on the counter. There is enough food for two weeks easily, I found more vials with painkillers and some fever remedies I am going to try out. There is a rope I will try to tie between the ceiling beams to hang our clothes up. No clothes pins, but that doesn't deter me. I found a basket with soap and other toiletries and now I am dying to brush my teeth.

I completely forgot about the water and stew and rush back to the fireplace to save the stew and put the water aside to cool down a bit. As it already came to a boil I fill two cups and add some of the herbs to make a cold remedy for both of us.

Eric is still sleeping and there is not much I can do. I am getting a bit cold and wrap a large towel around me to keep warm while doing stuff.

I must be bored out of my mind to venture into the colder area by the door and empty the backpacks and sort through the stuff. Eric's load seems to be double of mine, no wonder his backpack was so much heavier.

I find another set of spare clothes for him and bring them over to the bed so we can share them later.

Eric seems to be waking up. He keeps tossing and turning and he is moaning in pain. I grab a vial of painkillers, a glass of water and the now pleasantly warm pot of wash water.

I gently call his name and Eric opens his eyes.

"How are you," I dare ask.

He looks at me and groans again.

"Here, drink this!"

I push the vial towards his lips. He drinks it in one go and I hand him a glass of water to top up his fluids. Once done, he hands me the glass back.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Eric nods and I help him up. "How is your vision?"

"Better! I can see you are wearing a towel while I am still naked."

"Well, your voice seems better as well," I quip. He does have a point but I am not going to tell him he is right. His ego is big enough.

Eric is still wobbly on his feet and he feels hot.

Again, I leave him alone in the bathroom and get everything ready. I decided we will eat first and then I will help him wash. First task is putting up the clothes line and laundry as we both need our clothes.

I strain the cold remedy I found and heat it up a bit more, same with our stew.

I refill everything and go to collect Eric.

He is ready and waiting for me.

"Eric! Are you touching my breast on purpose?" I squeal when his hand straight away lands on one and gives it a good squeeze.

He doesn't say anything but does not change his grip either. Motherf... now my nipples are getting hard. If he keeps it up I will get turned on and that's the last thing either of us needs.

We finally arrive at the bed and I unceremoniously dump Eric to sit on his side and grab the stew and herbal concoction. "Here! Do you need help with that?"

"No. It's only my legs that stay shaky. Thank you!"

I think it's for more than just the offer, but I don't ask.

We are both eating the stew and drink our tea. My headache is creeping back in and I drink another vial of painkillers while offering one to Eric also. He takes it which means it has to be bad. Eric is not someone who runs to the infirmary for minor stuff. I caught him stitching himself up multiple times.

As we are finishing up our food, I stand to put the dishes away and grab the bowl with wash water and test the temperature. Still a bit on the hot side but it should be ok in a few minutes.

"Are you up to getting a sponge bath?" I am trying to make it sound funny to take away from the weird images this sentence creates in my mind.

"Are you offering?"

Oh my god. Is he flirting with me? He just winked and now he is moving his hands in his lap as if to protect himself. This has to be some weird alternative reality... either that or I am drugged up to the gills and dreaming the weirdest things.

I pinch myself and yelp when it stings. Ok, reality it is.

I carefully phrase my answer. "If you need help then yes, I will do it."

He seems to mull it over. "Can you do my back?"

"Sure! I might have to ask you to return the favour later. You were sleeping when I tried to do mine." There. I can be nonchalant.

I grab the cloth and the bar of soap I found and get started. The water is still a bit hot but Eric seems to enjoy it. He starts moaning when I rub his shoulders and neck with the hot cloth.

After a minute I just grab the soap and leather up my hands and proceed to run them over his sore muscles. I can feel the tension and knots. Geez, he must have been in pain. I keep the pressure and work in small segments to really dissolve all the knots I may find. I remember seeing some body butter in between the toiletries and get up to grab it while telling Eric to quickly do the rest of his body. I purposely take my time to give him a bit of privacy and ask if he is done before turning around from the kitchen counter.

"Alright, lie down on your front and crawl under the towel," I instruct Eric.

"Bossy Stiff." he grumbles.

I raise an eye brow and sweetly question "If you rather not have a massage then let me know now."

"No, keep going!"

"Under the towel you go then, unless you want me to slather your ass?"

"I am up for anything you offer as long as you promise to make it feel good!"

Seriously? I decide to just ignore him and put it down to being high on painkillers.

Not waiting any longer for Eric to crawl under the towel I scoop up a generous amount and spread it over Eric's back. The body butter works like a charm once it warms with the body heat and I climb on top of Eric to get the right angle. He is so damned tall that I have to stretch my whole body to reach the top.

Eric is moaning and groaning and it's good to hear them change from discomfort to pleasure. Means I am doing it right and he is getting something out of it.

I am getting warm from my own workout and briefly consider ditching the towel but it provides a great barrier between the two of us.

"Turn around," I tell Eric when it looks like he is about to fall asleep.

"No!"

"Okay, if you don't need me to keep going then you are going to thank me and decline politely, are we clear?"

"Fine. Your funeral." And he turns around and I find myself sitting on his lower abs and upper pelvis. Awkward!

He seems to be waiting for a reaction and I make sure to keep my face passive before raising an eyebrow in question. Eric just smirks and I load up with body butter again.

"Here we go! Let me know if there is something particularly sore."

I move my ass slightly up his abs to be able to reach his shoulders and collarbone.

I spend a good five minutes there before moving down to his pecs.

I probably spent more time than necessary here, but in my defence, they are really nice.

I move to work on his arms. Eric really seems to enjoy this and starts moaning again. His continued sounds are starting to have an effect on my body and looking down to distract myself I suddenly realize that my towel slipped and my breasts are hanging out. I pull the towel up quickly and continue on his arms. I add too much fat and my hands slip, making me face plant in between Eric's pecs. Hmmm... My hands are slippery and I have some trouble getting upright again, so I push my forearms down alongside Eric. I end up kneeling over Eric with my ass up in the air which results in a slight breeze down below. Crap! Now he decides to poke fun at me.

"Stiff, I can see goosebumps on your ass. Sit down before you freeze it off!"

On instinct up push down to get it out of his sight just to feel ... it. Poking me. Right there!

I look up startled and see that Eric is staring at me with an intensity I have never seen before. His grey eyes are mesmerizing. In one fell swoop he pulls me closer and our lips meet.

I haven't closed my eyes and neither has he. He keeps staring at me while waiting for a reaction. I. Don't. Care. It feels like coming home and for once I do what I want and kiss him. He groans into my mouth and our tongues meet. He is still looking at me and I am making damned sure I keep that eye contact while I circle my hips over his erection. I use gentle pressure and feel moisture wherever he is rubbing on my flesh. I deliberately change my circles to rocking back and forth over his rigid length, getting into just the right position. Oh yes, that's my clit right there... I am so wet and ready... I have been horny the whole time we have been here and now it is time to be selfish.

We are both moaning and groaning into each other's mouths and I can't help closing my eyes to savour the sensations. I feel myself getting close to orgasm but I need something more to take me over the edge.

I open my eyes and stop kissing Eric, gently touching his cheek to gain his attention. He opens his eyes and just stares at me while we are grinding on each other.

"Fuck me," I demand and he does not hesitate. With the next backwards motion he gets into position, then quickly raises his hips and pushes straight in. We both moan out loud and our tongues start their dance again. I seat myself securely on his dick and move up and down. Removing my mouth from his I sit up straighter and move all the way up so the tip of his dick is just in. Deciding to be naughty I move minimally up and down. Eric's hands come up to massage my breasts. After a minute I push down hard and he goes all the way in again.

I lean in to kiss Eric again and move 'properly' up and down.

He abandons my mouth and turns to nibble on my neck, moving up to whisper in my ear. "You feel so good! It's like you were made for my cock, Tris. You look so fucking hot right now. I can feel you clamping down on my cock with that tight pussy of yours. Come for me, sweetheart, scream my name!"

Fuck me if I am not doing exactly what he says. His dirty talk is all I needed to drive me over that elusive edge. I can't hold back and actually do scream his name.

"Oh shit, Eric!" I am clamping down hard on him and his groans sound almost as if he were in pain. "You feel so good inside of me," I squeeze out between clenched teeth.

Oh god, the spasms won't stop.

"Where do you want to come?"

Eric's eyes go wide and I feel him getting even bigger inside of me. I moan and come again when I feel him pulse and throb. There is an abundance of expletives from both of us. Wow! I lean in to kiss Eric again while we are both slowly calming down.

He is still inside of me, but I can actually feel him shrinking and that familiar yucky feeling of liquid slowly leaking out brings me back to reality. I have always hated this part but using condoms takes a lot of my pleasure away. For some reason I could barely come when we used one in the past and it was not until I went on the shot that I started to really enjoy penetrative sex.

I look around for something to use and spot the washcloth. Bingo!

I gently remove my mouth from his and stretch my arm to the side to grab the cloth from the side of the bowl. I carefully move up and clean us both.

What now? I bite my lip and look at Eric. With a sigh he takes the cloth and throws it back into the bowl before grabbing my shoulder and pulling me close.

I snuggle into him as he pulls the blanket over us. His fingers are drawing lazily on my back and for some reason it is stimulating. I try to ignore it for as long as possible but Eric changes the pattern to running his flattened hand between my neck and butt.

Every time he circles my ass I rub myself on him. I can feel the effect on him as well. His breath hitches every time I do this. Feeling brave, I look up and just stare into his eyes while my hand moves from his chest down to his cock.

Oh yeah, he is ready to go again. I never got to touch him yesterday and he feels so big in my hand.

I start out slow and gentle, just like his hand on my back.

"Show me what you like," I ask.

Eric winks and takes my hand into his, bringing it back up to his mouth. He kisses the back of my hand and then each finger, finally placing a last one on my palm before licking it thoroughly. He then proceeds to move our hands back down. Eric shows me that he likes a firm grip and just downwards movements. He leaves the tip alone and I try to take everything in.

He stops the movement on my back all together and tries to push himself up. I pull my pillows closer and together we pile them behind his back so he is mostly upright.

Eric takes my other hand and brings it down to his balls, showing me how hard he likes them to be tugged and I am surprised that he is not gentle. I try it myself and he moans loudly. I am getting so turned on, but right now I want to find out what makes Eric cum.

"What else?"

Knowing Eric's Erudite background, I am sure he has tested it all out.

I quickly lick my palm again and move it back onto his dick, his own hand still helping me.

"Perineum..." he groans out and moves my hand from his balls to gently graze the area between his balls and anus.

After a little bit he moves my fingers back to his balls and has me tug them hard.

I can feel my hand on his dick getting quite dry again and decide to be bold. I move, his own hand still attached to mine, and plunge two fingers in my pussy. There is plenty of moisture and I coat my palm generously while Eric takes over pushing my hand in and out. Now it's my turn to moan. I look back up into his eyes and they are on fire. I want to pleasure Eric, so I move our hands back and start stroking him with new vigour.

"More," I query.

"Nibble and suck on my nipples," Eric demands and hell yes, I will do that. I move up his body, already licking and nipping his abs until I reach his pecs. There are his nipples, tiny buds, constricted and oh so hard. I graze my teeth over them while simultaneously tugging his balls and moving my hand down his dick holding on tight. The cabin is filled with Eric's sounds of pleasure and he is getting hoarse again. He let's go of the hand tugging his balls and moves it up to rub over the tip of his dick while we both are stroking hard. I turn my head so I can see him work it while still grazing his nipple with my teeth. Hm, seems he is really sensitive there and he is leaking... I want a taste later, so instead I suck his nipple hard and teasingly bite down while looking straight back up. He is watching me intently and I am mesmerized by what I see. There is trust and ... love?

"You look so fucking sexy right now. I am getting wet just from hearing you. Eric, I want you to be as loud as you can when you cum, can you do that for me?"

I suck his nipple while pulling hard with both hands.

"I love it when you talk to me like that! Fuck, Tris," Eric shouts and he comes all over both of us.

I gently dislodge my hands from his dick and balls and see he is just as careful with his hand. There is only some light twisting around the tip before he stops. I can't help myself any longer and move up to kiss the ever-living shit out of Eric. I feel powerful and euphoric that I gave him this much pleasure.

When we come back up for air Eric murmurs in my ear. "That was better than any fantasy I could come up with, but now it's my turn to make your dreams come true."

"Keep talking like this and I will come before you have a chance to touch me," I moan.

I am soaked and even feel the moisture where I have been rubbing my legs together to get some friction while pleasing Eric.

"What do you want?" He rephrases my question but starts moving his hands all over my body before I can answer.

What do I want? Eric was open in his demands. Can I be the same? Trust, I remind myself.

"Tell me how my body makes you feel."

He gets what I mean and sucks on my neck. "You smell so good. It's intoxicating," he whispers in my ear and my breath hitches.

Eric moves back to my neck and runs his nose up and down the side. He ventures further down and nuzzles his face in between my breasts. I have grown into my body and actually developed a decent C-cup.

Both his hands grab a mound and he massages them simultaneously, making sure to sweep his thumbs over my hardened nipples. I moan wantonly.

"I could spend all day making love to your breasts. I want to suck them, lick them and I want to fuck them until I come all over your amazing tits."

As soon as he said this Eric latches onto my left nipple and sucks as if he were a baby thirsty for milk while pinching the right side. The feeling coupled with his words makes me orgasm on the spot.

Oh, my! Now I am moaning his name and panting like a dog in heat.

Eric spends a few minutes sucking on my nipples and I think I found my new favorite.

He finally lets go and after a quick kiss on my mouth moves back down south. He explores my belly button with his tongue and then goes for the search of the holy grail.

"Oh yessss", I hiss, he found my clit. He nibbles slowly around and all over before taking a swipe with his tongue - slit and clit! Pleasure to meet you too!

Eric's voice is deep when he growls. "You taste fantastic. I could get drunk off your juices so easily."

He keeps paying attention to my clit with his tongue and pushes one finger inside me.

"Not enough! More," I demand and he obliges.

He adds a second finger and it feels good. Eric is big all over and his fingers are long and strong. He curls them and feels around.

"Oh! Yes! Keep going," I moan. He found something amazing... my g spot. Chris told me all about that one. Why couldn't Tobias?

"You sound so sexy when I am going down on you!"

Thank you, Eric!

It feels like no time before another orgasm approaches. Eric moves his other arm over my pelvis to hold me still just as my legs start to tremble. I am mumbling incoherently and if it wasn't for Eric's hold on me, I would be trashing around like a woman possessed. I can feel my back starting to arch off the bed and a scream is building up in my throat. I clench my teeth but there is no stopping the inevitable. Oh god, I am going to pee myself. I can feel it. No, no, no.

"Eric!" I yell loud enough to be heard at the Amity compound and feel liquid gushing between my legs.

I close my eyes, legs trembling, struggling for breath and more satisfied than I have ever been. I can feel Eric still down there, licking gently and open one eye to see what he is doing. He looks utterly surprised but when he catches me looking at him it turns into a smirk and then a proud, shit eating grin.

"That was fucking hot! We have to do that again!"

"What?! We are NOT doing THAT again!"

I don't think I make sense even to myself. I've never had an orgasm like that. It took forever to relax enough to achieve one when I was still with Tobias. I must have been mumbling something, at least Tobias' name, as Eric's face goes from proud euphoria to deadly scowl. He moves back on his heels and stares me down with now icy grey eyes.

"Don't worry. I won't say a word about your last 'hurray' before marrying your perfect Four," Eric spits out and gets up.

We are stuck in this cabin and there is nowhere to go but that does not seem to stop him. He grabs the wash bowl and marches over to the sink to pump fresh water and cleans himself with the ice cold liquid before stomping back to the fire and pulls his clothes off the line I hung up. They might be dry but even if they are not he does not care.

I still can't form words and I am sure that he would not listen to anything I have to say at this moment. How did we go from bliss to this fucked up situation? Oh yes, I opened my fucking mouth!

Eric is now dressed and repacking his backpack. I see him take another vial of painkillers from our own stash.

"Get ready. We are going to leave," he barks in my direction.

"Eric..." I start off but he growls at me - loudly. Taken aback, I unconsciously do as I am told and get cleaned and dressed. The sting of the icy water is just what I needed to keep the tears at bay. Why did I have to ruin this before it even started? Started?!

I scoff at myself. Clearly this was him scratching an itch or getting rid of boredom. I am getting angry on my behalf and maybe I am a hypocrite, but I feel cheated.

By the time I am ready to go it looks like we are approaching daylight again. Huh, seems we are on day five and nobody came to look for us? Weird.

...

Anger seems to fuel both of us and we we are traveling at a fast pace. There is not much of a trail to follow any longer and our new goal is to circle back to the city as fast as possible.

We are still keeping an eye out for danger but apparently not enough.

Neither one of us is talking more than necessary and I just can't bring myself to talk about what happened. My mind is in uproar and I can't make head nor tails out of our actions and behavior.

We are approaching the beginning of Abnegation and suddenly find ourselves surrounded by Factionless. They have our hands tied behind our backs before we can even reach for any weapons and I can't help but think this is the end.

Surprisingly, they don't kill us on sight like they did with everyone else, but drag us along past Abnegation and deep into the Factionless sector.

There are armed Factionless everywhere and I wonder how come we missed this. Dauntless patrols Factionless every single day and there were no reports indicating the possession of firearms or equivalent. I am sure that Abnegation would have reported something going on… I hope...

We are approaching a derelict warehouse and enter through a set of double doors which lead into a section containing offices. A lot of the doors have smashed windows and you can see that they are in shambles. One door ahead has been replaced and this is the one we are being led to.

The apparent leader of our group knocks and enters upon hearing a female bid him to come on in.

The office is surprisingly bright and clean. There is a large conference table and chairs. Maps of the city are displayed on the wall and some buildings are circled in red. I don't have time to look further around as the woman in charge approaches us with a gleeful chuckle.

"Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen. Dauntless leaders Aericson James Coulter and Beatrice Edith Prior. Welcome to my humble abode."

She is waiting for a reaction, but I don't have one to give, I am speechless. I am looking at a living, breathing ghost. No, she is not a ghost, just someone from the past haunting us.

Eric seems to not have the same problem as he has a go at her verbally. "Who the fuck are you to know our full birth names? I demand to be released immediately!"

She ignores him and turns to me. "Would you like to do the honors, Beatrice? At least you are showing some respect for your elders."

"Evelyn Eaton, the afterlife looks good on you. I apologize for not being able to offer you a proper greeting, but I find myself in a bind at the moment."

"Sarcasm, Tris? Dauntless sure knows how to extinguish one's upbringing. I am disappointed!"

"What do you want," Eric growls at her.

"What I want? Easy, I want to abolish the faction system and unite our people as one. There is no reason for an elitist few to decide for everyone else."

What? She was the one to attack us? "You ordered the attack on the leaders?"

"Of course, sadly I only got that bitch Jeanine and my dearest Marcus. Johanna is still safe in Amity and our other attacks did not bear too fruitful. We got a lot of the lackeys but have been missing the leaders. I was most successful within Dauntless. I have confirmed reports our attack on the compound killed Zachary and now I got you two. You will help me send a message to the other leaders and factions."

"Over our dead bodies will we help you!"

"Please stop shouting, Eric, there is no need for that. And yes, that is the idea! Now, please don't take it personal, there have to be sacrifices for the greater good and I am sorry to tell you that you are the sacrifice!"

Two men step up and drag us to a corner holding two chairs. We are pushed down and tied to the legs and arms and no matter how much we struggle; we are helpless to prevent it. The two men then stand behind us and point guns at our heads while Evelyn positions herself in front of us and coordinates with another woman holding a camera.

"Are they clearly visible beside me? Good! Then let's get started!"

There are spotlights shining on us and the light on the camera turns red to show it is starting to record.

"Good morning, Chicago! My name is Evelyn Johnson and I am here today to free you of your suppression. The leaders who are holding you back are either dead or being executed as we speak..."

She is droning on and on and panic is really starting to set in. Eric is mumbling and I have trouble understanding what he is saying. There is something about sacrifice and partnership. Being together with your one true love? Marriage, family, and children? Is he giving me a list of everything he never gets to accomplish?

I turn to look at him, but just when I meet his desperate eyes the door flies open and I suddenly find myself covered in blood.

Hands shake me and I am lifted up into strong arms. I would recognize that smell anywhere and throw myself deeper into Tobias arms. I am sobbing uncontrollably, and he whispers sweet nothings to help me calm down.

I can feel myself being carried away and only really come to when I am put down on the soft seat of a waiting car.

Tobias talks to someone outside and I look up to see him talking to Max and Eric. I pull on Tobias' hand to get his attention and when I gain it lean past him to look Eric up and down.

"Are you ok?"

"We can't all be drama queens, Stiff," is his smarting reply and then he turns back to Max. "If you have it all handled, I am going to find my way back to the compound!"

"Four, why don't you take Tris and Eric back to the compound while we clean up. Have them check into the infirmary for a full check up."

"Sure..." Tobias eyes me warily and I move further down the bench to make space.

Eric, after a deep sigh, takes a seat in the front while Tobias sits down next to me and pulls me close. I close my eyes and enjoy his warmth.

The next thing I remember is Eric and Tobias arguing about Eric going to the infirmary and who is going to carry my sleeping form. Tobias wins on both accounts and there is dead silence on the way. I am in and out of consciousness and end up staying overnight with a drip for rehydration. Tobias doesn't leave my side and our friends pop in over the course of the day.

...

The next day I am allowed to go home and Tobias finally tells me what I have been missing from the story.

Evelyn attacked the leaders and faction headquarters at the same time. The only one spared was Amity and nobody really knows why.

Lucky for us she was not very successful and the only leaders she did kill were Jeanine, Zachary and Marcus. Good riddance, if you ask me, but I would never say it out loud.

Tobias puts on his Four mask when I try to talk to him about his parents. We both know it's only tabled for a later date.

Evelyn destroyed a lot of property though, there were some casualties, and that was one of the reasons nobody was able to come and find us within Amity. By the time they had the tracker data and were able to access our whereabouts we were already on our way back and our supposed escort turned into the reason we were rescued on time.

Four led the group that was going to intercept us and bring us back to Dauntless without making our survival public knowledge and he saw us being taken hostage.

Consequently he gathered more troops and with the help of a nifty invention that resembles the ancient silencer for a gun they took down every man or woman bearing arms. Yes, Evelyn was killed also and Tobias later admitted to have been one of three that shot her.

I hugged him when he finally mourned what should have been parents but ended up as his abusers. He let is all out and I am hoping that his biggest fear is no more. He will probably get a replacement fear, but neither Marcus nor Evelyn will ever be able to hurt him.

Life went on in Dauntless and although we were a leader short we were quick to recover, rebuild and return to normalcy. I was swamped with work and avoiding Eric as much as possible. I only saw him a handful of times in passing and we both did our best to not acknowledge the other. It hurt, but I was not ready for unlocking that particular box.