Okay, the third and last chapter I'll post today. I'm still not sure whether I'll write a fourth chapter because I never truly intended on turning it to a multi-chapter story. But hey, stranger things have happened, and I might write some more if it feels right. Before people ask me where Will is: I have no idea. I not once thought about the poor bastard, to be honest. I only mentioned him because his face popped up in my mind while writing my author's note. Blame the effects of the heat stroke we're currently in, mkay?

Anyways, this chapter is rather M! Don't read if you're under-aged and if you're an adult who isn't into this kind of 'live action'. My favourite pair is finally to get their freak on! * Puts on her sexy face* . In my opinion I don't think they are OOC because every one of us has a certain image of how Eric and Christina would be, but he isn't as dark as he was in my other story. Enjoy, and leave a review if you want. Bye for now :D

(ps: I've edited all three chapter because there were a few grammatical errors in it, nothing important but annoying nonetheless. AND I've changed the timeline because I don't think that Christina wouldn't get nasty with her injuries just a day after her ordeals.)

Christina

Two hours and several drinks later, Christina was telling Eric about another of her shenanigans, after which she had found herself for the umpteenth time in the office of Jack Kang, that had Eric laughing once again. She absolutely loved to hear him laugh. Who would have thought that the man everybody seemed to fear had such a rich and infectious laugh that came from deep within his chest and echoed through the small pool bar, and made her giggle?
Eric had told her that it was one of the very few establishments above the Pit where he could truly relax after working hours and enjoyed his drink in relative peace, and she was thrilled he had brought her here. It was a nice bar; very relaxed and initimate compared to the rowdy nightclubs and larger bars one level below them. The regulars were older and basically ignored them.

They were sitting in the back of the place, half hidden in the smoky shadows, laughing and talking and smoking. After two glasses of strong liquor Christina had switched to juice and fuzzy soda while Eric stick to his favourite brand of scotch. Time simply flew, and she had to admit that she was absolutely enjoying being with him. His presence was still somewhat intimidating and menacing, but strangely enough he didn't frighten her – it was the bizarre fact that she felt completely at ease and safe with him that puzzled her. Something had changed since the beginning of the week, and for the past four days she had caught him staring at her, making her all nervous and self-conscious. But the second he had asked her to hang out with him, all nervousness had disappeared to never return.

Her eyes roamed over his face, admiring his straight nose, his strong jaw, the black steel of the two microdermals above his eyebrow, his blond hair, the block tattoos in his neck, the large black pins in his ears, the curves of his lips, and his gorgeous eyes - eyes that saw everything and missed nothing, grey with a hint of azure, and as unforgiven like death in winter. Eyes that were now soft and honest, telling her what his body language confirmed without him being aware of all the tell-tale signs: Eric liked her. A lot.
It should've made her bloody nervous, maybe even a bit afraid, but all she could think have was how badly she wanted to kiss him – her leader or not.
She was a bit lightheaded, but that could be because she forgot to breathe for a long moment when he smiled at her. Not his usual smirk or another grin, but a genuinely warm and slightly shy smile that threatened to set her on fire. The first time he had smiled at her had been after her fight against Molly. But this one was different. Warmer. Adoringly. God, what are you doing to me? She thought with a deep sigh that made him frown slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked her quietly.
She shook her head and smiled reassuringly at him. After spending eighteen years in a faction that valued the truth more than life itself, where she had been always forced to tell the truth, always forced to be being honest about her thoughts and feelings without anything to keep for herself, she found that she didn't want to answer him just yet. Not out of spite or as a stupid rebellious act – or even because she was feared his reaction. No, she simply wanted to relish the fact that she could keep something to herself that was truly and solely hers until she wanted to tell him.
"I really like you, " Eric suddenly said and she just gave him a bright smile while she tried to ignore the thrill rippling over her skin.
Okay, so much for that plan. "And I like you, Eric," she told him without hesitation.
"Don't worry about it. Just so you know," he said in a voice that was deeper than usual, his body perfectly still so that she couldn't read him.
Her smile grew wider and she placed a warm hand on his thigh. He barely suppressed a shudder provoked by her touch and she admired his self-control while it was so painstakingly clear how much he wanted to touch her as well, his eyes dark with barely concealed lust as they darted to her slightly parted lips.
"I know, but still."
"I think it would be wise to call it a night, and to escort you back to the dorm before I do something I might regret."
"Something tells me that you won't," she said breathlessly. "And neither will I."

His eyes shifted back to her lips, and he swallowed hard, and suddenly the atmosphere around them changed. He leaned towards her, tilting his head before capturing her lips with his, and she opened her mouth immediately, granting him entrance without thought. His tongue brushed against hers and she moaned, causing him to shudder. She melted beneath his skilled mouth, his masculine scent and body heat enveloping her, drawing her in deeper and deeper, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, while their tongues danced in perfect unison with each other. It was strangely different than she had expected from him. There was no battling over dominance, no insatiable hunger, no desperate longing – just two people thoroughly enjoying their first kiss. And it left her breathless all the same, as if she was floating in the air, soaring higher than ever.
His hands found their way underneath her sweater, leaving a trail of goose bumps on her skin behind as they caressed her from her shoulders to her lower back. She cupped his face and rolled her hips and felt him hardening underneath her. He broke off the kiss and slowly licked her lips before he took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it.
"Fuck, Chris," he breathed heavily, his voice thick with desire, "I should really get you back to the dorm before I become a sex-offender."
"Oh, hell no," she blurted out before she knew it.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked feverishly against her lips.
"Yes," she answered firmly, her voice barely above a whisper. She wanted him so bad that it almost hurt. To hell with the consequences; if there were any, she would deal with them later.

He studied her eyes closely before he nodded once and she let go of him and slipped back onto her seat, and watched him as he stood up and extended a hand to her. She took it, and suddenly she thought back when he had extended his hand to her for the first time. That had only been four days ago, but already it seemed a lifetime ago, and this time their fingers entwined as they walked out of the bar.
"You know, you could have beaten Molly," he said quietly, as his thumb stroked her index finger gently.
She turned her head and looked at him. "I know," she sighed.
"Then why did you concede? You were one punch away from winning."
He stopped her when she wanted to take the path that led to the centre of the Pit. "This way," he gestured to yet another tunnel.
"I guess I panicked when I suddenly couldn't breathe anymore," she said. "The pain was just too much."
He squeezed her hand gently. "You will learn to push aside the pain, to acknowledge it and then to ignore or use it."

They were quiet after that while he guided her through the maze of underground tunnels until they reached a stairway that led to one of the many Dauntless buildings aboveground. They climbed to the top floor and Christina noticed that there was only one single door in the hallway before when he led her to it – apparently the entire floor was his, and his alone.
He entered his code into the security panel next to it. "I'll give you the code later," Eric told her as the door opened with a soft click. "Memorise it, and tell no one."
She barely had time to realise what he had just said when he placed his hand on the small of her back and ushered her into his apartment. He closed the door behind them and leaned against it while he began to untie his boots, his eyes glued on her, as she took her first steps into his home. Her eyes were big and revered as they roamed over the two huge black sofas in front of the wall size bookcase, the large windows that offered a beautiful view on the city skyline, the small and tidy kitchenette on the other side of the front door, and the metallic sculptures hanging against the wall above the small dining table.
"You like it?" Eric asked as he placed his boots beside the door.
"Are you kidding me?" she laughed incredulously. "I love it! It's so... you, you know? And it's so spacious. You could do some serious partying in here." Her voice was soft and sounded a bit breathless, and she knew he could hear just how overwhelmed she was by everything, and not just by his place.
The apartment was so spotlessly clean and ridiculously tidy that she wondered if he had a maid. I don't even know if there are maids in Dauntless.

Suddenly she realised she knew nothing about him. It was one surprise after the other with him, and she wondered why a man like him wasn't married yet. But then she remembered how a tense silence would descend upon the entire cafeteria whenever he walked into it; how everyone cowered and cringed whenever his cold eyes darted into their direction; and she still vividly remembered her own fear when he had pushed her off the bridge above the chasm, and she found that she had practically answered her own question. That happened on Monday. And yet here she was, on a Thursday evening in his apartment, just minutes after they had been kissing for the first time. This was The Moment in which she had to decide whether to stay or just leave. She looked at him and felt a gush wetting her panties. Okay, so much for a well-thought decision... God, I'm such a slut, she sighed to herself.

Eric walked towards her, cupped her face with both hands, and brushed his lips against hers. "You want to see the rest of it?"
He chuckled when she shook her head and tiptoed to kiss him.
His hands grabbed her silky hair and jerked her head back. With a savage growl his mouth attacked her exposed neck, biting and sucking her soft skin frantically until she hissed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in utter delight. This was more like the Eric she was used to – in control and dominant to a fault – and she had to admit that it turned her on as well. Her nails dug deeply into his scalp and the back of his neck while he left his marks on her. His hands roamed over her breasts, groping and kneading with bruising force through the thick fabric of her sweater until she whimpered and her knees turned into jelly.

He worked his way up her jaw back to her mouth and his lips crashed down on hers again while he pulled her tightly against his hard chest. He grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up with ease, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips desperately against his bulging crotch. She pulled her head back just long enough to quickly pull her sweater off before she latched her mouth onto his jawline, sucking and biting him hard, his breath hot and jagged against her ear. He groaned and in a reflex his grip tightened on her left hip and right shoulder, and ground his hips against her hotness, reminding her where they both needed him to be.

Her heart pounded so hard that her chest hurt and her hands frantically pulled his shirt up. As in a well-choreographed dance Eric got rid of his shirt while she managed to cling onto him without barely losing contact with his hot skin asshe continued marking him with her mouth and teeth. With one hand he unclasped her bra and the next moment their moans mingled when her nipples brushed against his chest. He tapped her ass and she slid off him. He kneeled in front of her and almost tore her leggings off her, boots and socks landing somewhere behind him. Her abdominal muscles clenched and unclenched as a nervous tingling sensation washed over her, her core tightening with wanton lust and anticipation. Oh my god, it going to happen! It is really going to happen now!

She shivered violently when she felt his tongue gliding between her folds, and a whimpering moan escaped her as her legs gave way beneath her. His hands shot up to her hips and held her upright, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh, threatening to melt her skin and crush her bones, as his tongue swirled around her clit and lapped her juices. She grabbed his head and held onto him, absolutely loving what he was doing to her - and utterly terrified for being at his mercy. An incredible, earth-shattering feeling rose from her core and exploded like the sun inside her entire body and she shuddered uncontrollably while she came, desperately trying to draw breath. And yet somehow she still managed to cry out in utter delight when he sucked her clit and added an extra dimension to her release.

She couldn't stand any longer and let herself fall on top of him. Eric caught her and held her tightly as he leaned back until he was lying on the floor with her draped unceremoniously on top of him. Panting, she straddled him and lifted her hips with what strength she had left in her boneless body. She felt him fumbling with the buttons of his pants and a few moments later the head of his cock was pressed against her, and goose bumps covered each inch of her body. His strong hands grabbed her hips again and held her in position as slowly he entered her. They both groaned in utter delight and she pressed her hands on the cold wood on the floor, bracing herself for the onslaught that she knew was about to come. Only the head of his cock had entered her and it already hurt like hell – but it was a sweet pain that only increased her arousal and strengthened her resolution.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Chris," he moaned in her ear as he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled his knees up until his feet were flat on the floor.
She winced when he began to thrust slowly in her and she buried her face in the crook of his neck until he pushed through her hymen. He held absolutely still when she cried out in pain, her muscles clenching too tightly around him. She felt his heart pounding against her chest, in sync with her own frantic heartbeat. His hands stroked her back until her breathing calmed. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly, his voice reverberating through her chest.
"And spoil the surprise?" she managed to say through clecnhed teeth. Was he angry? She couldn't tell, but was afraid to raise her head and look at him.
"Fuck, Chris." He sighed deeply and kissed her forehead. "You stupid, stupid, woman."
"Yeah, not one of my brightest ideas," she snorted as relief washed over her, and her walls clenched him tightly. He shuddered and groaned beneath her, his hips bucking up.
"Well, the worst part is behind you now," he sighed.
"Nah, I'm done," she shot back, and suddenly they both burst out into breathless laughter.

Eric pulled her tightly to him before he flipped her over to be on top of her. She barely had time to wrap her legs around his waist when he wrapped his right arm around her waist and rose to his knees. Her shoulders and head were still on the floor, and he leaned on his left hand and began thrusting again, hard and fast, until he was buried to the rim inside of her. She clutched his biceps for dear life as he drew back until he was almost out of her and re-entered his entire length with a hard thrust. Her eyes widened and she stared at him, and their eyes locked.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her. She shook her head frantically, and he smirked at her. "Good."
The next moment all thought left her mind when he set a pace that left her breathless. With every thrust the pain lessened until he felt so incredible that she didn't know whether to weep or cry out in sheer ecstasy as their eyes stayed focused on each other.

This was what heaven must be like. All that mattered was the feel of his body on top of her, the overwhelming sensation he was causing with every hard thrust, his cock pounding deep inside her, his eyes burning into hers. He fucked her hard until she cried out again in pain and pleasure, her muscles clenching and unclenching erratically, and she arched her back, rolling her hips against him in a truly mind-blowing motion as she closed her eyes and cried out his name. Fire spread through her veins as her release hit her like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its wake. She desperately tried to draw breath and yet somehow she still managed to cry out again in utter delight when he straightened himself, his hand moving between their legs, and his fingers found her clit and pinched it, adding yet another dimension to her already mind-blowing climax. But when her name escaped his lips in a whimpering moan she knew that he was just as powerless against her as she was against him. To have such a man uttering her name in such a manner and to hold that much power was just beyond words and almost too much to bear.
He thrust once, twice, before he groaned loudly and trembled in his release, his member swelling and twitching deep inside her.
He pulled himself out of her, and carefully lied down on top of her, the bulk of his weigh on his forearms. His mouth briefly found hers before he pressed his forehead against her, drops of sweat trickling down their skins like tears, while they slowly regained their senses.

"Fuck, Eric, you weigh a ton!" Christina mumbled while she feebly slapped his shoulder. "Get off me!"
He laughed and kissed her languidly before he obeyed and slumped down on the floor beside her. "I should get you in bed as soon as possible," he yawned as he pulled her against him.
She laid her head on his bulging biceps, wrapped her arm around his waist, and glared suspiciously at him. "Why?" she croaked.
He raised an amused eyebrow at her. "Let me see. Alcohol, sex, heavy breathing and screaming, me lying on top of you on a cold floor – your ribs are going to kill you tomorrow."
"Fuck, I forgot," she whispered.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, and their fingers entwined. "Don't worry, they have pretty awesome shots for that at the infirmary."
She frowned. "For forgetting?"
His laugh boomed through the apartment, and she grinned. God, I'm such a slut. She looked up at Eric again and her grin grew wider. But it was so worth it.

(To be continued)