Don't be put off by the name of this chapter. It has deeper meaning, I promise xD

Four and a Candor guard lead her to the cells, the echoing of their boots being the only sound.

Tris watches his tattoo sway around his skin as his shoulders raise and fall with every step he takes. He has decided to give Eric a chance. Well, Jack Kang decided to give Eric a chance. Four was forced into it. He had no say. Nevertheless, he is keeping quiet now. Not complaining. Not talking her out of anything. For a moment, she thinks that he understands and her heart jumps up. But no, that can't be it.

He wants him dead. He wanted to kill him there and then. Tris sighs and glances away when he turns his head to look at her.

They walk silently through the corridors on the second floor. There is a sign that the prison sector is not far away. Instead of doors, there are bars. Instead of glass windows- bars. Instead of bright Candor lights and white walls, there are flickering bulbs and mossy bricks. They don't take care of their prison. Or maybe they intend on keeping it so uncomfortable. For the prisoner's sake. Because why should the outlaws ever feel snug?

The guard opens a metallic door with a clang and that is when the cold seeps in. The chilly morning wind rushes past Tris' bare arms as she follows. But the heat she is feeling inside is the only thing preventing her from getting goose bumps. She is here to see Eric. At her request.

Four slows down, letting her walk in front. She eyes him suspiciously, but then realizes why he did it. The guard opens the squeaky gates to the cell, greeting the night guard with a gun. Then they look at her expectantly. And she smiles.

"Tris," his voice warms her up. She jogs into the square box and allows his arms to envelope her, hugging so hard that it cuts off her air supply.

The guard behind her closes the door, locking them in. Tris doesn't flinch. This isn't a criminal. He is not a serial killer or a bad person. He is Eric.

She feels his smirk kissing up the side of her face. And she giggles. Not even caring that three grown men are watching them from outside the cell.

He has been bared of his traitor jacket. What he had on underneath was a black vest. His strong arms graze against her own. And the skin on skin feeling warms her up even more. Now she is boiling. She feels sweat starting to form between her cleavage under her top. She ignores it.

Her head turns and her eyes fall on the geometric tattoos on his arms. Her left hand runs up the ink, aiming for his broad shoulder, while her other hand mirrors it. It's all okay now. They will be okay. They will be fine.

Eric pulls away to look down at her face. When their eyes meet, they both smile. And his smile is the one to drop first, "What did you do to your hair?"

Tris bites her lip, shaking her head. This feels normal. In a warzone all you need is a little taste of normality. And this is it. She feels like she is back in his apartment at Dauntless. His question is so fucking normal that it brings tears to her eyes. He frowns.

"You don't like it?"

"No, no I like it," his palm finds her cheek, "I like it a lot."

She wants to tell him that he didn't upset her. That those still tears have a different journey behind them. That they have generated from something else. Not his remark.

They both smile again and then their lips meet. She doesn't have time to adjust before his tongue darts into her mouth. And it is exactly as she remembered it. He tastes the same. He didn't change at all.

Their lips clash together repeatedly, the sounds of kissing filling the eerie cell. One of his hands tangles in her short hair, pulling so hard that her mouth detaches from his. And then she feels his lips on her neck. Sucking and nibbling. It is too much to take. She releases a laugh.

An awkward cough makes her jump. Eric feels it and pulls away. Tris sees the guards leaning against a wall, exchanging eyebrow wiggles, while Four stares hard at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. She sighs, intertwining her fingers with Eric's. They will never be alone now. He is under constant watch. He is a prisoner, after all.

One of the guards feels the silence and unlocks the cell door, lifting his gun. He has chipped hair. And his voice is nasal when he talks, "Alright, visiting hours are over. Get out."

Tris feels Eric's anger by the way his fingers press down into her arms. She smiles slightly, pecking his lips, "I'll visit you after the trial. We have plenty of time."

Eric presses his nose against hers, breathing her in, "Get some sleep," the corner of his mouth twitches, "I can't help but feel like it's my fault for keeping you awake tonight."

"I'm not tired," she answers quickly, hearing the loud tapping behind her. The guard's foot. He is impatient.

"You have to sleep," Eric says, "Otherwise the next time we kiss, you will collapse onto the floor."

Tris smiles, going in for another kiss. He accepts it gratefully, his arms tightening around her once more.

In that time, Four has walked away. Tris heard him. She is certain she did. He said something along the lines of "I'll be downstairs if you need me," or "I'll be with Tori if you need me." She can't be sure. Her heart was too loud in her ears.

"Was I not clear?" the guard's gun clicks. It makes Tris pull away. Eric keeps his glare fresh and snarls slightly when the other guard releases a chuckle.

"I don't think you were, Bert," he doesn't know how to handle a gun. It nearly slips as he twirls it around his fingers.

Tris rolls her eyes, smiling again when Eric finds her lips, "I love you," he whispers huskily. She is too overwhelmed to say it back. In her mind she does. She thinks she does. Her smile is too big for her face.

"Ernie, you know where it's at," Bert says, "You just know it."

Tris plants a lingering kiss on his bottom lip, thankful that he kisses back. Clearly, they don't plan to pull away anytime soon. At least, not under their own power. They turn their kisses into a full blown make out session while the guards behind them laugh at a joke they made. Something about gorillas. She feels Eric's growl on her lips and looks up at him.

"Don't," she whispers, "They're idiots."

"I know," he answers, glancing at his feet. Tris steps back, mouthing the three words she is not brave enough to repeat. He smiles warmly at her, squeezing one of her hands. Reluctant to let go.

The two guards laugh loudly before the one with the nasal voice speaks, "Yeah, step away from King Kong-"

The air pressure in the cell changes. His big hand grips her wrist. And he launches himself at the guards, but Tris is quick enough to slam her hand against his chest, "Eric!"

She feels his heart pounding away against his bones. His breathing becomes heavy. She even hears a grunt. Eric's nostrils flare as the guards fall silent behind her. They are obviously scared.

They are stupid. They were stupid to ever make fun of Eric. Who hired these idiots?

"It's okay," she whispers, so that only he can hear, "I'll be back soon."

His breathing slows. He lowers his eyes and looks at her, realisation creeping onto his face. Then he nods, "I'll be here."

*smirks as she waits for the Bert and Ernie comments to flood in*