She picked her way through the dense crowd on the dance floor, trying to maintain eye contact with the steel grey eyes of her target.
When Clea arrived in front of him, she took in all she could see. A tight black t-shirt covered his strong torso. Dark grey pants clung to his legs. One hand held an nearly finished drink.
"You wanna dance?" she asked, as she thrust out her hand. Not her most graceful, but she didn't have a plan and was running on a lot of adrenaline, and a little liquid courage.
He smirked down at her. "Sure"
She took his hand and led him to the edge of the dance floor. Eric dragged her a bit further, and tucked them between some other couples. As they began to dance, he gripped her hips, harder now than he had in the training room. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin on hers and snaked her arms around his neck. They looked into each others eyes and she could feel the space between them crackle with electricity. He had to be feeling this too, she knew it. His face inched closer to hers.
Oh god please kiss me she thought. Just as it seemed like her was about to do it, he moved to her ear. "Damn it you're gonna get me fired. Come with me."
He walked quickly with his long stride. Clea kept up but was a few paces behind. She suspected that was intentional on his part. Just two people walking quickly, but not going to the same place. She followed him down hallway after hallway, no idea where they were heading. Once the sounds of the pit had faded behind them, he turned on his heel startling her. He closed the space between them and dropped his face down to hers. She exhaled slowly. Suddenly, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. That crackle she felt in the air exploded when their lips touched. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. He pulled away.
"I am a fuckin' idiot! Come on." he said smirking and tugging their now entwined hands further down another hallway.
Eric pulled out his keys, unlocked a door and ushered her inside. Ahh... his apartment.
she stood just inside the door looking around. A black leather couch, a huge tv, a tiny black dinning table, all surprisingly clean for a man who lives alone. He took his opportunity to use his body to back her into the door. With both hands on the door behind her, Eric ducked his face down towards hers. She leaned up on her toes and let her hands slide under the back of his thin cotton t-shirt. As they were about to kiss, he snapped the deadbolt shut, and spun on his heel, pretending that that been 100% of his interests in the door. Playful, huh? Clea was seeing yet another side of Eric and this one she liked the best yet.
He took a seat on the couch and tapped the seat next to him, inviting her to join. Pondering a way to get him back, she straddled his lap instead of sliding into the seat next to him. Just as their hips were about to connect she pulled the cord on the lamp beside him and took her seat. His eyes burned as he smirked down at her., but she watched as that fire cooled.
"What made you ask me to dance tonight?" he asked, surprising her.
"Well, dauntless is supposed to be teaching me to be brave right? So I thought the brave thing to do would be to acknowledge how attracted to you I am and do something about it." He smiled but still looked a bit chilled.
"No one can know about this. Not your friends. Not your peers. And definitely not Four. I am supposed to be your trainer. People will say..."
"I know."
"But I for some reason I am drawn to you, like you're a magnet..."
"I know"
"So even if this is a bad idea, or at least a risky one..."
"I know."
"You know you're kind of a know it all, initiate." He said with a smirk.
His fingertips wandered to her waist and were absent mindedly grazing the sliver of skin above her waistband.
She grinned back.
Finally he kissed her, soft and slow compared to the others but unlike anything she's felt before. Of course there had been boys back in Amity, even one she's thought she'd loved, but nothing like this. There is a passion in dauntless that must come go hand in hand with the danger, and she could feel it grabbing onto her.
Suddenly Clea started to feel strange. The edges of her consciousness began to blur. "Will you just, excuse me for a second?" she asked, breaking their kiss. Her legs felt weak but she forced herself up. She could see the door to his bathroom, left ajar. One step, legs wobbling underneath her.
"Are you ok?" questioned Eric. He sounded alarmed.
"I just need..."
The room was spinning. The world was spinning. What was happening? There was no way she'd had enough to drink to cause this.
Blackness overtook her vision and her muscles gave out, leaving her in a crumpled heap on Eric's living room floor.