(Divergent is not my own)

Tris POV

After Tris' legs were crushed by the second incredibly sexy man she had seen on this trip, she was incapable of falling back to sleep. So, instead she grabbed her book and a mimosa from the flight attendant and immersed herself in the world of JRR Tolkien. Thirty three minutes later the pilot announced their descent.

Tris reluctantly replaced her bookmark and stowed her purse under her seat and within a few minutes they had landed safely on the tarmac. She was still tired even though she had taken that tiny nap, so on her way to baggage claim she stopped and grabbed yet another coffee. Tris sipped it happily as she waited for the bags to start circling the turn about. Thankfully both of her bags descended without a problem.

She thanked her lucky stars that the unlucky streak that had plagued her earlier in the day was apparently behind her. Turning on her phone Tris made her way to the shuttle for the hotel that she was staying at. She gave the man her name and boarded and waited for the rest of the passengers to arrive while checking her emails.

They pulled up to the hotel and even though she had seen pictures, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was absolutely stunning. Marble floors and fountains were in the lobby along with gold fixtures and the most immaculately dressed staff. She checked in and made her way to her room. She hadn't expected anything truly amazing but when she opened that door she was breathless. The room was gorgeous.

After checking every inch of the room, savoring every detail, she opened her suitcase and pulled out the clothes she was wearing to a nearby club later this evening. She then decided that a bath was just what she needed. She walked into the bathroom and filled the giant jacuzzi tub and soaked in a long, hot bath. Washing away the stress of travel and the sticky feeling from the Florida air.

Instead of dressing right away Tris donned the soft robe from the back of the bathroom door and ordered room service. The shrimp cocktail and lobster roll that she ordered were among the best she had ever had. Laying there on the bed Tris wondered if she had ever been more comfortable. She was perfectly content to just stay the way she was.

A few hours later she decided it was time to get ready. She grabbed her make-up bag and curling iron and once again made her way into the bathroom. Her eyes were lined, her lips red and her hair was sufficiently curled. She walked out of the bathoom and put on the dress that her friend Christina had dubbed "Florida club worthy". Tris took a deep breath, put on her wrap and placed her key card in her purse and pushed herself to walk out of the room.

She was no a social person, she liked little groups and close friends. The club is not a place that is usually her scene not only because of not being able to think and alcohol but also because of the overwhelming crowds. However, last week Tris had made a decision that she was going to use this trip to change, to come out of her shell and step out of her comfort zone. Yes it was difficult but she knew that she needed to get out of herself or she would never truly be happy. Today was the day that her new life would begin. Starting with this club.

Walking into Club Dauntless was terrifying, but she knew she needed to do this...Tris made her way through the crowd of dancing people, the whole time wishing she could go back to the hotel and curl up with her book. She fought the urge to turn and run and finally made it to the bar where she ordered a watermelon margarita. Grabbing the drink she made her way to a table and after successfully downing it she could not fight the urge to dance.

Tris rose from the table and walked a few feet into the crowd and began to sway her hips to the music. She was so immersed in the beat and the feel of the crowd that it barely registered when she felt hands on her hips. Once it did she turned around instantly and was face to face with the man she had accidentally assaulted at the airport this morning. She blushed but then a warmth came over her that she couldn't explain.

She turned back to face the opposite direction and pressed her backside into his chest. As the music continued his hands roamed freely over her stomach and down her thighs, if Tris had been a different person when the music stopped she would have invited him back to her room. Unfortunately she was not a different person so instead she turned around to face him once more and kissed his cheek and without one word between them walked away.

Heading back to the bar for one more drink before she had to call it a night her nerves were on fire. She ordered an AMF and when she went to pay for it the bartender held up his hand and leaned over the counter to tell her that it had already been taken care of. When she asked who he pointed toward the end of the bar. Tris was dumbstruck, the man from the plane... What was his name... crap. Aaron...no. Rick...no. Jason...definitely not. ERIC! That's it she thought excitedly. He waved at her as the recognition crossed her face. She nodded and then headed his direction.

"You look great." Eric said as she neared him. Tris once again nodded and took a sip of her drink. "Thank you for this by the way, you didn't need to do that." she said holding it up. At this he smiled and she was taken aback because his smiled was radiant and it did something to her insides that she really, really liked. He leaned down and put his mouth to her ear. "It was the least I could do for almost breaking your legs today." he said with a seductive quality to his voice that did not match the sentance.

Tris could feel herself starting to get flustered and she knew that if he gave her that look one more time she was going to break her resolve. She checked her watch and it was 3 minutes to midnight. She downed the rest of her drink and excused herself from where they stood, but as she turned to leave he grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him and pressed his lips to hers. As they broke apart he once again got close to her and whispered. "I just needed to do that once."

After the dizzyness had settled she all but ran from the club and back to the hotel. She was not that person. She does not let random strangers touch and kiss her. With as angry as she was at herself she couldn't stop from smiling. As she changed she found herself thinking about the two men that had centered themselves in her world that day. She recounted the way it felt when they touched her and for the first time in her life she wished that she had the proverbial balls to act on her desires.

Eric POV

As they sat in their hotel room they discussed their separate encounters from the day. Tobias smiled as he told Eric about the woman from the airport, who happened to be the same woman that he danced with at the club. He told Eric how his cock had stood at attention when she pressed her body into him. That every nerve had stood at attention as she swayed to the music.

Upon hearing this Eric smiled and reached over to stroke Tobias' hard cock through his jeans. He recounted the way he had felt when he landed on the girls lap on the plane and then again as he kissed her at the club. As he finished his story Tobias rose and pulled off not only his clothes but Eric's as well. Each of them sat with their backs to the couch stroking the other while discussing how they would like to put those girls in a room and see how they faired in the sometimes intense situation. They knew that they probably would not see them again but both agreed that it was fun to think about.

Eric was brought out of his musing as Tobias leaned over and took his cock into his mouth. Eric's hand flew to Tobias' hair and he tugged at it as pleasure ripped through him. A few strokes later and Tobias' genius of a tongue pushed him into climaxing in the back of his throat. After coming out of his daze he rose and kneeled in front of the man he loved to bestow upon him the same feeling that he himself had.

The next morning they woke up at 10, check out was at 11:30 and they needed to be at the dock at one. Eric checked the room to make sure that nothing was left behind and then they walked down to the shuttle and headed to the dock. Tobias' mouth dropped open as they looked upon the grandness of the Trinity. Eric patted Tobias on the shoulder and turned him and took his face in his hands. "She's gonna be on here baby, I can feel it."