Here's another chapter for everyone. I'm not sure how long it will end up being, but I can promise you it won't end... Ah... Prematurely, shall we say? ;)
Anyhoo, here it is. Enjoy, and please review at the end!
Eric felt the shiver roll down Tris's spine as his teeth grazed her earlobe. He pulled back and stared down at her, knowing his gaze was full of lust and entirely unable to help it. Something about her had him extremely turned on, he was hard as a rock and dying to fuck her.
The tone of her voice when she spoke next was so different from before that it took a moment for it to sink in.
"Why do you want me?" Her voice was small, almost insecure, if he had to put a word to it.
"What do you mean why?" He returned, propping himself up on his elbows to stare at her. She frowned slightly and averted her eyes. Definitely insecure.
"I look like a child," she said softly. "There are a ton of girls here who look like women and you want me. Why?"
"You certainly didn't look like a child when I walked over here," he reminded her with a grin. "I want you because you turn me on," he told her honestly. "I have no words for what that did to me, coming over here and seeing you like that." Eric flexed his hips again, pressing his erection to the same place his hand had been working not all that long ago.
"It just seems..." She paused, looking for the right word, though he was pretty sure he knew what she was going to say. "Wrong," she concluded after a moment of thought, "dirty, like I should be ashamed."
Eric could already see the guilt and shame in her eyes, threatening to overwhelm her. Breaking through her Abnegation upbringing would not be easy, but he had to find a way. He couldn't let her feel ashamed of herself and her body this way.
"Your body is wired to feel pleasure Tris. Sex isn't just something to make babies, despite what you've been taught."
She gave him a look of surprise, clearly shocked he knew what the Abnegation taught about sex. "The fact that it feels good, the fact that you want more, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You shouldn't be ashamed of your body and what it's wired to do."
His gray eyes were wide, honest and open, and for once he was speaking directly from his heart. If there was anything he couldn't stand about Abnegation, it was the way they made kids feel like enjoying anything was a horrible thing.
"I want to believe that," she told him. "It's just difficult. Everyone I've ever been around or talked to about sex at all has reinforced that it's a necessity to have kids, but selfish otherwise because you get enjoyment out of it. I've never met anyone who said otherwise."
Her words gave him a sudden, perhaps ridiculous idea, but it was all he could come up with and he latched onto it desperately. Maybe if she saw him, watched him lay back and pleasure himself without the slightest hint of guilt or shame, maybe it would help her. He had never been much for audiences, but if it helped her get more comfortable with herself it was worth it. Eric held a sneer at bay. Anything to unroot those bogus damned Abnegation teachings that were causing her so much grief.
In one smooth movement, Eric flipped them over so he was laying on his back with her tucked into his left side, leaving his right hand free.
"So are you saying that if you knew, without a doubt that there were people out there completely comfortable with the idea it would help? That it would make you see it's not something to feel guilty about or be ashamed of?"
"Yeah, probably," she said softly. "Even with you sitting here talking to me, telling me it just doesn't quite sink in. It feels like everyone else would judge me, like it's wrong. I don't know why I can't stop it."
"Because you grew up being told that enjoying anything was a horrible thing," he told her bluntly. "And sex and masturbating is done specifically for your own enjoyment. Selflessness is good in moderation Tris, but your old faction takes it too far."
"So what am I supposed to do about it?" She asked him, sounding both hopeless and slightly annoyed.
He smiled and tugged her closer to his side. "You are going to lay here with me," he told her. "I am going to pull my dick out and jack off, right here in front of you, without the slightest bit of shame. And you are going to see, someday, that it is perfectly natural."
Her eyes widened at his crass, blunt words, but he knew it was the best and most effective way to get through to her.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, because that's the exact opposite of helpful. You said yourself, just now, that if you knew without a doubt that if you weren't the only one it would help. So that's what I want to do. Okay?"
Eric waited patiently, knowing somehow that she would say yes if he just let her have a minute. Sure enough, she nodded her head after a moment.
With her nod of assent, Eric quickly reached down and opened his pants, pulling his throbbing length free with a groan of immense satisfaction. He saw her eyes follow the movement as it popped free of its confinement, and another idea struck him.
"Why don't we move forward by stepping back a little bit, hmm?" He asked brightly.
"What do you mean?" She asked, returning her eyes to his face as she flushed crimson.
"You've been taught your entire life to put others before yourself, to do things for other people instead." She nodded, and he continued, grasping her free hand as he did so. "So we're going to play off that. I know you're still uncomfortable with some of this, so I want you to touch me. Can you do that?"
She gave him a hesitant look, and it was clear she was still horribly nervous. "I'm not sure," she hedged.
"This is where I play off your Abnegation instincts," he admitted. "Can you do it knowing how good it will feel for me?"
She smiled when she saw where he was going with his logic. It was clear that she wanted to overcome her fears, but the idea of actually doing it was incredibly scary for her. It was a lifetime of teaching that she had to break free of.
"Yeah, probably."
"Good," he told her. "Now spit in your hand." She gave him a surprised look, but did as he asked. "More." She spat again and he shrugged. Close enough.
He guided her hand to him, wrapping it gently around the middle and moving it slowly up and down a couple of times. He sighed at the feeling of his neglected cock finally getting some attention, and let his head fall back with a smile.
He knew she wasn't going to be able to actually get him anywhere, but the feeling of her tentatively exploring him was still incredible.
"Give me your hand," he said after a moment, and she let go of him and held her hand out uncertainly. He took her hand quickly in his and licked the pad of her thumb generously, before placing it right at the tip,
He shuddered as her thumb traced and circled his head, letting himself moan when he normally would have held back. This was about teaching her not to be ashamed, after all. It wouldn't do much good if he wasn't comfortable being vocal.
He watched her for several more minutes until the suspense was becoming unbearable.
"Better?"
She nodded. "Actually yes." She sounded surprised, but he smiled at her and replaced her hand with his own after spitting generously into his palm.
"Good. Now, I'm going crazy," he said with a chuckle, sitting up far enough to yank off his shirt with one hand.
He wasted no time on teasing, he was too far gone for that. Instead, he simply grabbed himself and started pumping, eager for his long awaited release.
Eric closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the mat they were laying on as he worked himself, beginning to groan as he got closer to the edge. Because his eyes were closed, he didn't notice Tris leaning down to kiss him until her lips tentatively met his, and he latched onto her quickly.
His arm tightened around her waist, and he tugged her to the side farther just before he came, moaning loudly into her mouth as he did.
He panted slightly as he recovered, and she broke away from him tentatively and stared at the white coating his chest and stomach. With a quizzical expression on her face Tris began to reach toward his stomach, but he caught her wrist and stopped her, knowing what she was probably thinking of doing.
"Trust me," he told her with a grin, "you don't want to do that."
"How do you know?" She asked quickly, giving him an odd look.
Eric felt his cheeks turn red in response. "Lets just say I had the same reaction you just did the first time." Tris laughed aloud and he couldn't help but grin along with her. "Yeah, my parents always encouraged curiosity and told me to satisfy it whenever I could, so I did. Not my brightest moment."
She sat up and cocked her head to the side in surprise. "Wait, you were born Erudite?"
"Mhm," he responded absently, sitting up and snagging a towel from a corner nearby to clean himself off with. When he was done he tossed it into the basket opposite where he was sitting. Amongst all the others covered in blood and sweat and dirt, a few with other fluids on them went unnoticed. He knew he wasn't the only one.
Eric stood and bent down, grabbing Tris by the waist and lifting her clear off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist automatically and he grinned, wrapping his own arms tightly around her back to hold her in place.
Making sure she was secure, he lifted his right hand to push her hair back behind her shoulder, and bent his head down to the curve of her neck, kissing his way down to her shoulder and back up her neck slowly and sensually. Her eyes closed as she let out a sigh of contentment, tilting her head automatically to give him better access.
"Tris," he said softly, making sure he had her attention before going on. "I don't know if you were serious earlier or just messing with me, but if you ever want anything," he paused to give her a significant look, "just knock on my door."
"What if..." She began, but looked down and didn't finish. Eric stroked her hair softly, silently encouraging her to continue. "What if I just want..." She looked down and spoke softly. "If I just want you to touch me again?"
Her words were nearly inaudible, but he caught them.
"Then I will be more than happy to oblige you, trust me," he assured with a wink. "If you showed up every damn night just for this, I would be more than happy."
She turned pink again, but smiled nonetheless. Eric grinned and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. "Does that mean you liked it?"
She hummed in response and shivered when his teeth grazed across her ear.
"Remember," he whispered, "any time. All you have to do is show up at my door and I'll take good care of you."
"I'm sure you will," she said with a grin.