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Tris moaned when his lips molded against hers in a fervent kiss, he wrapped one arm around her waist while he brought up his other hand to cup her cheek. He pressed her against the wall with his body close to hers. His tongue was warm against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders she drew him closer, returning the kiss in desperate urgency.

She felt his hand slipping down her body and just when he lifted her shirt the office door swung open and Eric tore away from her. When he stepped back she saw Four standing in the doorway glaring furiously at her.

With a gasp Tris woke up sitting up straight in her bed, she clutched the blanket to her chest panting heavily. Touching her lips she realized she was drenched in sweat. She had never had a dream like that before, not even while she was with Four. She breathed out shakily rubbing her face and when she closed her eyes she saw Eric's face again. He was attractive, she couldn't deny it much longer, even the bold tattoo on his throat made her wonder how he would taste like.

Her mind drifted back to her dream so she snapped her eyes open to look across the room to see that it was just dawning. She lay back down, willing her heart to cease racing she couldn't help but think back to yesterday. Eric had been so close she could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her. Her mind had been whirring with the things she could be saying and doing.

And kissing him she had wanted to do the most, yet she was afraid of what would happen then. She wasn't even sure on how he felt towards her. There had been hints here and there that he might have other reasons for gladly taking her under his wing. But she couldn't be sure, and after the disastrous relationship with Four she also didn't want to run head over heels into the next best thing. Especially not since he was her superior, it would complicate matters even more.

So of course, even though she wished she could just outright tell him, there was nothing she had to share with Eric. She didn't even understand her own feelings, how was she supposed to address it at him then?

Letting out a frustrated huff she realized that she was wide awake already and looking forward to the upcoming sparring session later on. I bet his abs are really tight, Christina's words floated back to her mind. Oh yes, they were absolutely tight, too tight to be bothered by her feeble attempts of kicking and punching him there. She remembered how her hand had hurt after that particular fight, she had to cool it for the next few hours.

Nevertheless she wondered how the bare skin of his toned abs would feel like. Four was well-built as well and on rare occasions where she got to explore his body she still thought that he seemed rather lean. Eric's muscles were much more prominent though and maybe if she - stop it Tris, she mentally admonished herself. Throwing a pillow over her face she tried to block out the images that came floating through her head.

With a sigh she hopped out of bed and got ready for the day. And when they fought he didn't go easy on her, just like the other day she was hopelessly trying to land hits at him and failed. He spun her and with his arm around her throat held her back securely against his chest. Her feet were almost lifting off of the ground and she could feel his hot breath on her ear. He was panting and each breath down her neck drove Tris crazy. Blinking she tried fighting back but his grip was too tight. She held onto his forearm and hissed.

"Hey Stiff, what's the matter?" The steel in his voice made her freeze. "Focus!" he growled, "I thought you had potential!" She gasped tightening her fingers on his skin. She could feel him smirk against the shell of her ear, "But right now, you don't," he taunted her and pushed her forward roughly, freeing her from his titan like grip.

Turning around she threw her hands up in frustration, "And here I am thinking you want me to improve!" He pursed his lips watching her impassively, "Well, I do."

"I thought you don't care about a little Stiff," she sighed in frustration and was just about to go grab the bottle of water when all of a sudden he twisted her expertly and slammed her to the ground. Groaning she stared up at him, his lips were curled up into a cruel grin. She tried wiggling free, only causing him to tighten his grip and broadening his smirk.

He held her down kneeling beside her and lowered his face to murmur right next to her ear, "Maybe I do care... Just a tiny little bit." Blood rushed up into her already heated face and Tris would have sighed at the husky tone of his voice if it wasn't for the predicament she currently was in. She blinked when he lifted his head just enough to look into her eyes, "Or maybe not."

She was unable to decipher the emotions she saw swirling through his grey eyes and his presence left her all too soon, the skin where his hand had been suddenly cold against the air. He went away calling over his shoulder, "Come on Stiff, reports won't do themselves!" Unable to get up for a moment she watched him leave the training room, biting her lips she caught a glimpse of his hand rubbing at the back of his neck before he turned the corner.

The rest of the day was uneventful until Tris suddenly heard a very indistinctive noise from Eric's office that sounded almost like a whimper. She heard him curse angrily his chair squeaking and something tumbled to the ground. She ran over to see what was wrong to see Eric standing a few feet away from his desk, breathing heavily he stared at a harvestman crawling around on the surface.

Eric seemed unable to move and his eyes were fixated on the spider which made Tris smile to herself. Did she actually just witness him facing one of his worst fears?

"Relax Eric, it's just a spider," she cooed and went over to look at the little creature more closely. He glowered at her and she shot him an annoyed look, "What? Don't tell me you're afraid of spiders?"

She saw his nostrils flare and bracing her hand on her hip she let out a nervous laugh, "Seriously?" His eyes flickered up at her briefly before looking down at the spider again. Tris shook her head and ushered the spider into her hand. When she heard him hiss she rolled her eyes before her face broke out into a mischievous grin.

She walked closer to him with both her hands securely locked over the spider and when his eyes widened she laughed out loud. Turning she opened the window and tossed the tiny animal outside. Closing the window she brushed off her hands and turned to Eric who was staring at her in disgust. After a long moment he muttered under his breath, "I need a new office..."

Taking his jacket he turned to leave and Tris was right on his heels chuckling, "Big bad Eric is afraid of spiders!" she sing-songed grabbing her own jacket. Opening the door he glared at her over his shoulder, "You will regret this tomorrow morning!"

Despite the threat the training with Eric wasn't as bad as she expected, at least not worse than any other day. Half way on her way to the office Tris met Eric who was scowling at a letter. He looked up briefly to toss her the keys and kept reading. As she unlocked the door he brushed past her with an exaggerated sigh.

Throwing the rest of the letters onto his desk he leaned on it and turned towards Tris folding his arms across his chest, "There will be a banquet soon," he made a condescending gesture and rolled his eyes, "Faction leaders will introduce their new leaders in training. Fancy fancy.." Tris raised her eyebrows questioningly and he continued, "Anyway, as this is only every three years, you," he pointed at her, "Have to dress up nicely!"

He smirked but the corners of his mouth dropped a bit when Tris only shrugged, "Okay." Eric looked her up and down slowly which made her feel uncomfortable, "Have your Candor friend take you shopping, she has to dress you up." She rolled her eyes at his distrust to pick nice clothes for herself, "Whatever."

"You get the rest of the day off," he held up a finger when Tris' eyes lit up in excitement, "But only if you finish the reports by supper!" She groaned in exasperation and turned towards her office with slumped shoulders, "I'll never leave the office!"

When supper time came around Eric stood in the doorway to Tris' office, "Let's go eat something, I'm starving." She switched off her computer and jumped up to follow him to the cafeteria. Just when she was in front of him he shot her a stern look with his eyebrow raised, "Are you done?" The smile on her face vanished and sighing she shook her head. Eric pursed his lips as Tris looked up at him sheepishly. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "You'll get the day off anyway. I don't want to see you again today."

Tris put her hand on his forearm affectionately and beamed up at him, "Thanks Eric, you're the best!" He waved her away in annoyance, "Yeah yeah, whatever! Just get yourself a nice dress or something!"