Okay, I decided to write a fourth chapter because I wanted Eric's POV one more time. I also had a talk with Dar, and I need to clarify Christina's motive when she thought herself a slut. Cultural differences can cause many problems so I really want to tell you that the word slut in Dutch - although still an awful insult - when used by yourself for yourself is simply an indication of your own inner-struggle. Christina knows that Eric is her leader and she knows that it can and will cause trouble, but she is selfish in her wish to have sex with him - hence her "I'm such a slut" thought. She isn't of course, because she was a virgin until him. So, just so you know.

This is rated T due to language, but there is no smut here so it's safe to read. Enjoy!

Eric

One of the reasons why he liked waking up early was that the cafeteria was practically deserted around six in the morning. Still, the few people that were scattered here and there in the immense hall would still tense up and avert their gazes whenever he arrived. But as he walked in with his hand on Christina's back, the usual early birds and those just back from patrolling stared at them with their mouths wide open.
Eric clenched his jaw while he ushered her towards the food counters. "Is it always like this?" Christina asked while she filled her plate with bacon and eggs.
"No, usually they make sure not to look me in the eye," he growled as he forked a few grilled sausages on his plate. "But apparently you are interesting enough for them to forget their usual behaviour."
She shrugged. "I guess. Though I'm willing to admit that watching the entire place quieting down every time you walk in is pretty awesome. What did you do to get so many people afraid of you?"
"Nothing, just being my glorious self."
She nudged him lightly. "You mean your charming self?"
He smirked. "Yeah, that too."

He took her full tray and led the way to his usual table. She sat down, facing the room, and he placed her tray in front of her before he sat down next to her with his own. For a while they ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the company, until Christina suddenly put down her fork and knife, and turned to look at him. "Eric?"
He noticed her nervousness and frowned slightly. "Yes?"
"Can I stay with you? I mean, sleep with you every night ?"
The gastric acid was back – with a vengeance, burning like wildfire as it travelled through his veins. He sighed deeply as he reached out and stroked her back, enjoying her warmth and weight against him. "I would like that, Chris, I really would, but you aren't allowed to sleep anywhere else but the dorm during initiation."
The disappointment she desperately tried to hide was killing him. "Not even with you? I mean, you being a leader and all that."
He clenched his jaw and shook his head. "Especially not with me. Relationships between initiates and members are not really forbidden, but we do try to discourage them. But fucking one of your leaders during initiation will cause a whole other level of problems, and I wouldn't want that for you." He pulled her closer to him, and she laid her hand on his thigh. "Initiation is a fierce competition, a matter of life and death – literally. You'll have to watch your back until after completing stage three. Jealousy can be a bitch during initiation and people will resort to anything when they're desperate. And accusing you of fucking me just for top position will be the least of the problems then." And I will be damned for getting the death sentence for killing some punk-ass initiate for calling you a whore, he thought darkly.
"Then why did you ask me out and bring me to your place? I mean, I know I agreed and all, and I don't regret my decision – nor will I ever – but the others will know that something is going on between us since I didn't return to the dorm last night."
"Because I wanted to," he admitted. He watched her closely as she drank some of her coffee, her eyes soft and calm. But the hint of mischief in those brown orbs made it perfectly clear that nothing would keep her from seeing him.
"Okay," she said evenly, unknowingly imitating his catchphrase.
He chuckled. I rubbing off on her. He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. Good girl.

She turned her hand and their fingers entwined. No matter what would happened in the near future, he would never forget her gift to him. He couldn't remember when he had a virgin for the last time – probably a long time before he transferred to Dauntless. And definitely not one as fine as she was. He was never short of offers, but virgins in Dauntless were practically non-existent, and it had never crossed his mind that she could have been one. God, when she had cried out in pain, he had felt too late what he had done, and for a few minutes he had been torn between worry and anger – but in the end worry had had the upper hand. He had felt humbled by her gift and her trust in him, and as he looked at her now, he only knew that he wanted her to be with him forever.

"So now what?" Christina asked quietly.
Damn if I know, he thought as he sighed through his nose. People had quietly begun talking again, but no one dared to glance into their direction anymore. Still, so much for laying low. Dauntless loved to fight and to defy death, but they absolutely lived for gossip. He knew that by the time Christina and he would have finished breakfast, the entire faction, even those on fence duty, would know that their 'beloved' leader was with one of his female initiates, feeding her muffins and Dauntless cake while she was massaging his bulging muscles and sucking his dick – or something vulgar like that.
"I mean, people are seeing us together now," she whispered. "Not one of your brightest ideas."
Eric glared at her, one eyebrow raised. "You would think?" She almost spat her coffee out and quickly covered her mouth while she fought hard to contain her laughter. "Some succubus almost killed me last night and this morning. What's your excuse?"
She managed to swallow her coffee safely and grinned widely. "An overdosis of your love juice. What was your point again, O Great Dauntless Leader?"
"How about an extra round around the Dauntless compound, initiate?"
She stared at him with big innocent eyes. "You wouldn't…"
"You still doubt me after almost two weeks?" He reached out, took her grill cheese sandwich and took a bite out of it, fixating her with his usual cold glare.
"I'll just walk," she challenged him.
"I'll tie you behind a truck and drag your around the compound," he growled.
She rolled her eyes. "I'll put make up on your face while you're asleep, make a photo of you, and send it to every faction member."
He clenched his jaw hard, gritting his teeth, to stop his laugh from escaping. "I'll kick you out of the faction."
She gasped, clutching her chest, looking truly devastated. But he wasn't fooled by her – they were just too much alike and shared the same sense of dark humour. He would never fall for that act. She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "I'll tell everyone that you're gay."
He snorted and calmly took a sip of his coffee. "I'll hook you up with Four."
She crossed her arms and glared daggers at him. "I'll fuck you and moan his name," she said coldly.

Ouch. Eric stared at her for a moment and then laughed until his stomach actual hurt, the sound of his laughter booming throughout the entire cafeteria while she smugly nibbled the corner of her grilled cheese sandwich.
Just then Four decided to enter the place and the moment she saw him, Christina ended up in a heap beside Eric, hanging onto his arm while she shrieked with laughter. Their hilarity was so infectious that others began to chuckle and laugh with them – though still many glanced nervously at Eric, fearing that he still might explode any second. And all this time Four just glared at them through narrowed eyes from across the other side of the hall.

After the laughter gradually lessened, Eric wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her hard. "Congratulations, you just owned yourself two rounds, initiate."
Christina smiled ever so sweetly at him. "You better find some rope then, sir."

The End