Dear Charlotte,
Yep, sniping training… well read this chapter and you'll see how much I had planned for sniping training . Yeah, I'm going to be a complete bitch to Lily, sometimes I really hate main characters, so I want to show the bad sides of these kind of characters (but we all love them in the end ) Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
Forever grateful,
TheCloakedShadow
Anonymous Guest: I know what you mean about reading long fanfics in one go, so I'm glad you enjoyed mine! I've said before, but Eric's characterisation was really important to me, so I'm glad he still comes off as an utter arsehole!
My eyes glaze over Eric, shirtless in some loose shorts, arms clenched as he pounds into a punching bag. As he hears my voice he turns around with a smirk before swaggering over to my side.
"Very often if I get to see you all hot and bothered." He murmurs, pulling an arm around my waist, pulling into the training room and placing a light kiss on my forehead. I try not to blush as my hands get trapped on his naked waist, but fail miserably
as I fall straight into his words.
"Come on, we're going to the roof." He tells me, grabbing his jumper from the side and slinging it over his head, with a wink of his eye before leading the way.
"Knives or gunwork?" I ask, hoping for the former.
"Gunwork. Your new skill, actually." He says as we reach the top, and he walks over to a sniper rifle and takes the ammo out and resets its position.
"Aren't we training tomorrow afternoon? Or are you busy?" I ask.
"We will, but Four will be there, so I can't go into full detail without him snapping at my back, also I want to get a gauge of how you are now since Four took you earlier today. Not to mention, a head start will help you out on your other front." He
tells me, and I nod. For a second I wonder about thanking him for putting Lily on the sniping line up, since it will give her a point lift, but I don't doubt he chose her for the exact reason he said- she's a good sniper, but won't make it through
initiation. Without my help.
"Let's warm up first though." He says, and that's my only warning before he moves to punch me, and I barely manage to dodge the hit as it's force makes my footing stumble and I hastily duck out of his next punch. I have to hurry my vertical kick up to
his shoulder which he moves out from, and he tackles me before I have a change to retract my leg.
We've been in the particular pin before, I remember it very clearly, with my legs split, one pressed down by his shoulder as hispelvis presses down on mine. Not to mention this time there's a scramble as I try to punch him in the face, and despite
making the hit, backed against the floor meant it didn't have anywhere near enough power to shake him, and he grabs my wrists and presses them above my head.
"We both know how much I love this position, so I suggest you get out of it before I lose my composure." He murmurs huskily in my ear, and I bite my lip to prevent the whimpering noise that would've left me at his pressing hips.
Right, I won't be able to headbutt him, he won't make the same mistake. There's no way I can move my arms, and I can't move my leg trapped between my body and his shoulder, which only leaves my other leg lying on the floor. And there's only one action
I can think to do with that.
Planting my foot on the floor, I push up wildly, the juncture of our hips pressing even closer together as I shift our position enough to topple him slightly to the side, before planting my other foot on the ground and gaining my footing back on the ground.
He still has a hold of my wrists though. I rapidly sprint away from him, as his hands desperately pull at my skin, before they slip to hold just my thin loose singlet, which decides to promptly rip as I get out of his hold.
As soon as I'm out, since he's still crouched, all it takes is a swift round kick into his raised arms to push him to the floor again, but as I move to pin him, he's already ready, and my weight is nothing to compare to his. He flips our bodies so he's
once again pinning me, this time kneeling on my thighs and pressing my arms to my stomach with his other pinning my neck. There's a pause as nothing happens, except his eyes traveling heavily to my chest as the strappy, low, v-neck crop top lies before
him, as I forwent a sports bra after training, my deep breathing not helping the emphasis.
"Eyes up here." I mutter before I can stop myself, and his eyes dart straight to mine, his heated gaze not doing anything to cool my blood. I tap his arm pinning my hands to signal he's won, but I see him tense his jaw and swallow as he lifts his body,
his eyes glued back to my chest.
"I thought I'd made it clear this kind of thing does not lead to training." He says, a grit to his voice that wasn't there before.
"This kind of thing only happened because someone had already decided to rip my clothes off." I answer with a sly smile, and after a paused gaze, he nudges his head to the gun at the ledge, and hands it to me.
"I take it you got a bullseye Four mentioned?" Eric questions, and I smirk confidently at him.
"Don't you have confidence I got both?" I question teasingly, and he mirrors my smirk in reply with a light sigh.
"That's why your mine." He mutters, looping his arms round me.
"I underestimated the wind with the first shot, it still went straight through the neck." I tell him, and he nods.
"Off you go then." He orders, and I lie down on my front, propping myself up on my elbows and start setting up the gun, sliding in the ammo, and let the gun rest on the ledge, waiting for his target.
"On the left, 11:30 window of the office building just in line of sight." He says. "Wind 10mph, South west west."
I identify the target, it's almost hidden by another high rise, in fact the edge of it is. Nevertheless, the wind is much stronger than earlier today, but the gun is obviously a newer model, the scope is much more detailed and the gun itself is lighter,
and the barrel longer. So, I aim to the right, the distance of the shot is further awayas well, so I aimalmost a centimetre to the right to the edge of the target, but don't vary the height, trusting the gun's power. And then I shoot.
"Damn." Eric mutters. "At this rate, you'll be top sniper in dauntless."
I look up to him with widened eyes, switching the safety off. He smirks down to me, before crouching and lying by my side.
"You were barely of bullseye without proper positioning and no experience with wind speeds, that is extraordinary." He tells me, as my lips part with surprise.
"Oh."
He chuckles, before pushing the gun to the side and grabbing my waist, sealing my lips to his making use of my open mouth. With a harsh suck on my lips he pulls away, the short kiss leaving me far too breathless and wanting, as he doesn't break eye contact.
"Raise your shoulders more. And your chest." He tells me, as my breath catches whilst he moves his body over mine, his legs kneeling either side of my hips as he holds himself up on a hand beside my head with his other hand pulling my upper body into
his desired position. "That's better. Your left elbow can be further forward, your right further back. Your left hand steadying the gun should be as close to the end as is comfortable, it will give you more control and stability over your aim."
"I'm guessing this entails better stamina with my abdominals?" I question, really not looking forward to those kinds of exercises.
"Yep, our favourite part of training." Eric drawls sarcastically, words suddenly at my ear. I don't know how he expects me to concentrate like this. "Try the same target, the wind has just swelled."
My eye focusses straight on the same target, and despite his information that the wind swelled, I aim at exactly the same point, as my last short was ever so slightly to the right. I find my control over my aim much more comfortably and supported, and
I shoot with my next exhale.
"Brilliant. Support this with your shoulder, it will give you more stability since your arms aren't as sturdy as the guys." I follow his orders, before breathing in and shooting once again with my exhale, feeling much more comfortable.
"Let's move on, you've destroyed the bullseye already." Eric mutter, and I place the sniper down but as I wait for him to get off, his lips have trailed down from my ear and there's a searing kiss at the base of my neck, and I can't stop the moan that
presses out of me as his teeth graze my skin.
He chuckles as he pulls away, before actually moving off me, and I stand with a blushing pout.
"Don't look at me like that…" He groans, before pulling the sweater he wears off, and for a second I wonder if he's just going to carry on. Well, the dirty part of my mind does.
However he hands it to me, and I just look up at him blinking.
"We've established you have much better self-control than I do, since I'm not going to last much longer unless you cover up, you'll just have to enjoy the view." He tells me, and I realise his gaze is once more sparkling at my cleavage, so I turn and
pull his sweater over my head, the vastly oversized, warm material blanketing me.
"Right, there's two more positions you should learn. Standing and crouching. Standing's for rushed shots, crouching we mostly use in raids if we're covering a larger distance that doesn't allow a sniper to have all targets in their range. Let's go." He
informs me, and for the rest of the training I painfully ignore the pale flats of skin, and instead draw my mind to sniping. I want to retain all the information, and I need to unless I want Eric biting my head off tomorrow with Four and Lily in the
room. So I listen carefully as I shoot round after round, the session ending with multiple bullseyes under my belt, but the frustrating heat in my centre lingering heavily.
"Come on then, we've already talked about you wearing my clothes around the compound. Put another few layers on when you get back to the dorms." Eric orders as the clock chimes twelve, beckoning me closer as I pout. No way is he getting away with marking
then leaving me to cope with his masterful form constantly at the forefront of my mind.
"But I like you like this." I say with a slight whine, letting my fingers cross his lower abdomen, dancing happily across the dangerously low waistband of his shorts.
Eric hardens his gaze to me, but that only reassures I'm affecting him.
His fingers drag over my skin as he starts to pull the sweater up, heavily grazing over my crop top with a smirk, and I let him pull it over my head, then onto him.
I sigh, before stretching where I stand in front of him, letting my arms push against my breasts, then as I turn to the door I pull the top down as if it had risen up, revealing that much more-
Slam!
The door slams in front of me and my arms are pinned as Eric turns me around and groans.
"You should not have done that." He mutters, gazing shamelessly down at my body, as the blush on my cheek steadily intensifies.
"…Eric…" I whimper as he holds my hands above my head with one hand whilst letting the other trail down, pausing in certain places and skimming over others. He lets out an estranged sigh before he pushes me firmly against the door, his lips hot as his
teeth claw at my lips, his tongue swiping as it pushes against mine, and I'm completely unable to fight back.
He lets go of my hands to grab onto my thighs with a grip that could easily bruise, yanking my body up to have my legs wrap firmly around his hips.
He seems to regret letting go of my hands as I tug harshly at his short hair, knotting my fingers in it in attempt to have even an ounce of control, but he moves us off the door, but I can't see where he takes us until the world tips and my back pressed
against the floor and his hands take mine and pin my wrists to the ledge above my head, where we had been shooting.
I wonder whether he remembers what he said about wanting to fuck me in his bed as he ruts his hips harshly, as he swallows the many different noises from my mouth. His free hands heavily pull at my crop top, and he pulls his lips from mine leaving a wet
trail down to my neck as he finds his previously made mark and proceeds to make it much, much worse.
"Eric!" Once his lips are off mine, there's no barrier stopping the constant gasps and sharp intakes of breath spouting from my mouth.
Until I hear it.
The door creaking.
I manage to grab hold of Eric's hands pinning me, and as soon as he meets my eyes I know he heard it too.
"Honestly, we should…" I hear voices, and with a split second decision, ignoring the panicked fury on Eric's face, I grab hold of the ledge behind me, and drop off the edge. "… get this door fixed, it's stuck."
I can feel the wind on me immediately as I hold onto the ledge with my fingers, desperately looking for something else to hold onto in the dark. As I squint I see a black drainpipe a few metres to my left, and shuffle my hands across the ledge quickly
until I grab onto the pole, letting my feet grip onto an indent in the wall, as I remove my fingers from sight.
"Eric! Of course, you- you're training!" It's Axel, I knew I recognised the voice, Axel was opening the door.
"Only because you've had me on paperwork for weeks, I've had no time to train." Eric must've composed himself somewhat, though his voice is still more gritty than usual.
"Sorry Eric, your fault for leaving so much of it undone whilst on bloody fucking bed rest." There's a different voice that enters, but I still recognise it from somewhere.
"It was some hotshot del-linquent… right?" Yet another voice.
"Drinking bet?" Are the only words I hear Eric say.
"You bet! I'm gonna wipe Maxey on the floor! B-Best of five!" Axel slurs, and I understand the situation. Max… couldn't be the leader?
"Eric- be judge, w…will you? We need someone s-sober to remember this! Hahaha!" The third man shouts, and I look up to the top, just in time to see Eric glance down with a look I've never seen on him before- panicked urgency. I think it's about time I
found a way out of this.
The dark is hard and unforgiving, but I see something sticking out of this flat wall I'm hanging onto, and conclude it must be an open window. Ignoring the drunken talk from the top, I shuffle down the drainpipe until I can place a foot on the window.
The God's are on my side. Now I think about it I'm on the right side of the compound.
No wonder his apartment is always freezing.
With careful, light footing, I slip my feet onto the window sill of the narrow horizontal window, that I remember is in Eric's bathroom. I carefully let my feet slide in, before getting into a sitting position, and landing in Eric's bathroom.
That was way too close. Far, on another planet, too close. I lean against the wall as I wait for my heart rate to slow down. From their conversation, none of the group of drunk higher up dauntless saw, if only Axel, and if Axel saw it's good to know he
can still keep his mouth shut and keep a diversion when he's drunk.
I bed close to the sink and quickly splash my face with water, before moving to turn the light on.
I guess God really was on my side, if I had ended up anywhere else in the compound I'd be running around with a strappy top with one strap broken.
Not to mention the boundless size of the deep mark at the base of my neck, not to mention littering my collar and décolletage.
I move quickly to the guest bedroom, where I still have clothes, and find a normal, high-necked t-shirt that just covers the highest mark, and put a bra on as well. As I should've really in the first place, but maybe some part of me wanted to see Eric
lose it.
Never again. I've gone through countless consequences in my mind, and there are probably many more I haven't thought of. I won't lie, I could probably handle mine, but I'm sure I wouldn't want Eric to go through any of the things I've thought of. He basically
defines himself as someone who goes purely on strength and talent, and I'd ruin him.
I need to properly stay away. No stolen kisses on the hallway, no secret training in the middle of the night, that may or may not but probably will end in heavy make outs until Eric's sexual tension levels are down, and he's gotten laid.
Preferably byme.
Not to mention my levels of sexual anticipation.
I shake my head to myself as I ready myself to go back to the dorms, but suddenly the look Eric gave me rings in my mind. Desperation. Panic. Worry.
Maybe I should want him to feel such human feelings for me. But after seeing it on him, I really don't. And if that means staying the hell away from him until the end of initiation, that's fine with me. Patience is not a gift that I lack.
I find a piece of paper and a pen, and write a quick note and place it on his bedside.
I'm fine.
A xxx
I add the three kisses on as an afterthought, but realise if someone other than Eric found this, without the kisses he could pass it off as Axel, with the kisses… not so much. I'm confident no one will find it before him, in fact…
I quickly take the piece of paper and instead move to the coffee table, and find the book he was reading the last time I came here- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
I fold the note behind his bookmark, then take the book and place it in the centre of his bed, which I hope he'll crawl back to by the end of the night.
And with that, I leave.
Yet another chapter! This was basically all one scene with a little extra on the end, but gosh that Eric scene… And yes, I did plan this so Eric and Avery would have less interaction so I can get through physical initiation without turning this into an M, which I really want to avoid at least for the first book of what seems to be turning into at least a couple of books. That scene was a very HIGH teen rating, but it was all suggestive enough that you'd have to have the kind of mind (like I know I had when I was that age) to see in between the lines. God what am I saying it was VERY OBVIOUS what I meant, but no regrets here. Anyway, straight back into training next chapter, I'm going to try and up the pace a little as well, since the days have been going quite slow these last chapters, and its making it hard for me to put my plans into action. Anyway, read and review, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!