So I've been super swamped with school work and my job so I hadn't had a chance to actually update this story. But I took this weekend off to celebrate my birthday and that means more time to update these stories. Anyways, here's the next chapter and I'll be sure to try to update more often.
I do not own Divergent or anything related to the books or movies.
Long slender fingers traced black vines etched into olive skin. Hearts beating in unison as two bodies melted into one. Moans and soft gasps filled the room.
Blue-brown eyes stared deep into gray eyes. Their lips a breath away from each other. Strong, calloused hands pinning soft full hips down. "You're so beautiful Jeanine."
An infuriating smirk appearing on her face. "Is that so? You're not so bad yourself Miss Mason." In one swift move Jeanine rolled them over and pinned Ramona under her, straddling the younger woman's hips. "Now, this is more like it."
Ramona let out a loud moan as Jeanine's hands caressed every part of her body. Her breathing became shallow as she tried to control her heart beat. She felt Jeanine's hot breath on her ear.
"Ramona, wake up." Ramona shuddered from the sound of her voice. "Ramona? Ramona." The voice was starting to morph into someone else's. "Ramona, seriously, wake up. You're gonna be late."
"Ramona!"
Blue-brown eyes shot open and were blinded with sunshine pouring from her windows. "I've been trying to wake you for the past half hour!"
Remy was standing over her with a big smirk on her face. "Someone was having a good dream."
Ramona pushed the covers off of her and sat up, embarrassment creeping up on her. "Good dream? What are you talking about?"
"Please, don't try to hide it from me. I could hear your moans all the way in the kitchen. Very hot. Now, tell me who was the lucky woman?"
"Stop. I was not moaning. It, um, was a nightmare. Yeah, I was having a nightmare." Ramona was trying to hide her red cheeks by picking out her outfit.
Her best friend scoffed. "Well it sounded like a very pleasant nightmare, love." Remy tossed a package on Ramona's bed. "Anyways, a package arrived for you. The messenger said I couldn't open the note by any means so I don't know who it's from."
"A package? Who would send me a package?" Ramona picked up the box and slid the note out. The note was written with a neat cursive hand.
An assistant should always look their best on important days. This dress should help bring out the blue of your eyes. Jeanine.
As she pulled out the dress she couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips. The dress was beautiful, covered in lace designs.
"Wow. Talk about hot. Mona, you're gonna look amazing. Who sent you the dress?" Remy made a grab for the note but Ramona was too fast.
"No one."
"Well no one has good taste in clothes and women." She gave her a thumbs up and left the room to continue her morning routine.
Ramona hugged the note to her chest as she savored the moment a little longer.
….
Jeanine was shuffling through a stack of files trying to dig out the right one. She had been up most of the night studying the results of the aptitude tests that had been performed. The results that Ramona had brought to her looked normal at first glance but she knew better than to blindly trust her assistant.
A knock broke her concentration and she huffed in annoyance. "Come in." She shuffled through the rest of the pile roughly.
"Miss Matthews?" Jeanine's head snapped up at the sound of her assistant's voice. "I wanted to thank you for the dress. You didn't have to bother yourself with another gift. The birthday gift was enough for me."
"Who said it was a gift for you?" Jeanine smirked before she let out a small scoff and motioned for Ramona to get closer. The young girl was visibly shaking as Jeanine made her way behind her. "The dress was meant to wear without a blazer or cardigan. It has to compliment my outfit."
She let her fingers dance across Ramona's shoulders as she pulled the cardigan off her assistant's body. Her olive skin made the lace of the dress stand out. Jeanine moved in front of Ramona with that infuriating smirk.
"I didn't know you had tattoos. Is that why you wore this?"
Ramona looked down embarrassed. "It was before I left Dauntless. I thought I would be staying there but-"
"You chose another path." Jeanine let her eyes roam over her tattoos. Small vines licking at her collarbone and neck, snaking its way around her left arm and stopping at the wrist. "You look beautiful."
Ramona's face burnt with shame as memories of her steamy dream resurfaced. The room started to feel too stuffy.
Jeanine noticed the red of her cheeks. "What's wrong, dear? Have I embarrassed you?"
"No. I'm just not used to the attention. You look beautiful too, well, you always do. Not that I watch you or anything. I just notice." Ramona gulped the remaining word vomit about to be expelled.
Jeanine smirked at the awkwardness the usually stoic ex-dauntless was experiencing. "Thank you."
Before either one could break the silence a frantic Jane appeared in the doorway. "Ma'am we need you in the control room. There's been a development."
Ramona moved to the side as Jeanine went to her desk and picked up the forgotten tablet. "Ramona I need you to make sure all the preparations for the choosing ceremony are in place."
"Yes, Miss Matthews." She took the offered tablet. "Anything else?"
"That'll be it for now. I'll be back before the ceremony and you can accompany me there. I'm sure I'll need you for something later."
…..
Whatever development had occurred it didn't keep Jeanine away too long and before they knew it they were on their way to the ceremony. She followed behind Jeanine closely as they made their way down to the stage.
"Morning, Jeanine." She stopped in her tracks causing Ramona and their security to stop.
"Good morning, Andrew. How is Marcus holding up?"
"As well as can be expected." Andrew shrugged.
"Hm. We need to find out who's behind these rumors." Jeanine hugged her tablet closer.
Natalie Prior smirked knowingly. "I think we all know who it is."
"If it's someone from Erudite I promise I'll find out who." Ramona sensed the threat in her tone. "These are your children. I don't think I knew they were choosing today. What's your name?"
The younger male Prior stuck out his hand enthusiastically. "I'm Caleb. It's a pleasure to meet you." His body language basically oozing out admiration as he looked at Jeanine as if she was the object of his school boy crush. Ramona nearly barfed.
"Jeanine Matthews. And you are?" She looked at the younger female Prior expectantly.
"This is Beatrice." Caleb pointed towards his sister with a big smile. At the mention of her name Ramona finally made eye contact with the young girl.
Her eyes were full of doubt and fear. "You both have a big decision to make today. I'm sure your parents will support whatever decision you make."
A spark of fire shone in Beatrice's eyes. "It's not supposed to be a choice. The test should tell us what to do."
"You're still free to choose." Jeanine squared her shoulders.
"But you don't really want that." Beatrice said defiantly.
Caleb gave his sister a scolding look. "Beatrice."
Jeanine stepped closer to Beatrice and Ramona watched as the fire in the young girl's eyes shone brighter.
"I want you to choose who you truly are. And where you truly belong, not on a whim, not because you wish you were someone you're not. But because you honestly know yourself. I want you to choose wisely. And I know you will." Jeanine smiled down on the young girl as she let her words sink in.
When the ceremony finally started Ramona found herself sitting beside Jeanine's seat. She watched her faction leader pace the stage as she gave her speech in a sense of deja vu. The older woman's confident strides and voice captivating her once more.
Jeanine finished her speech and made her way back to her seat. Marcus Eaton of Abnegation continued the ceremony and began announcing names.
Through the entire ceremony Ramona's body was screaming out for any sort of physical contact with Jeanine. She grasped the edge of her seat as she tried to restrain her desires.
"Ramona?" She turned to face Jeanine. "Are you alright?" Worry etched on her face and laced in her voice.
"Yes." She let go of the edge of her seat. A small burst of pain and heat shot through her palm. "Nervous."
Jeanine smiled. "Nervous of what? You've already had your choosing ceremony." She looked down at Ramona's hands. She watched as red spread over the white bandages. "Ramona, you've hurt yourself again."
She pulled the younger woman's hand into her own once again. Their close proximity causing Ramona to gasp.
"Did I hurt you?" Genuine worry shone in gray eyes. She could only shake her head in fear of saying something inappropriate. "We should get someone to look at this and get it rebandaged."
"Beatrice Prior."
Ramona stared into deep gray eyes. Her hand cradled in Jeanine's smooth warm hands.
"Dauntless."
She looked down in shock as she watched the young divergent she had tried to save walk to her new faction. Dread filling her entire body.
"No."
Jeanine froze. "No?"
Ramona looked back into gray eyes. "No way would I let anyone else tend to my injury. Would you do it?"
"Of course." She watched the Erudite leader stand and extend her hand out to her. "Shall we?"
The last thing Ramona saw was Beatrice's scared eyes as she was rushed away with the other Dauntless. She had tried to warn the young divergent but there was only so much she could do, and choosing her faction was not one of them. She was on her own in Dauntless, at least, for a while. Ramona would send a message to Tori to warn her of the arrival of the divergent.
I'll get the next chapter up in a few days or so. I'll have a few free periods in school so fingers crossed I'll be able to write some more. This chapter was a sort of filler and to try to get the story moving a bit. At least until I can figure out how to write out my ideas.