Okay, so a lot of you said that the whole point of this story is in a grey area due to the fact that not everybody knows if this will end up being a Fourtris fanfic or an Eris fanfic. I have stated in the summary that it will include a bit of everything. Although, I do not ship Fourtris as much as I ship Eris so the probability is that it is an Eris slow burn. Moreover, the point of this fic is for the audience to not get hung up on how it will end, but to experience and go on an adventure with both ships- Eris and Fourtris. Live in the moment :)

I hope this clears things up a little.

She wants to tell Four about her plan. But then a scenario plays in her head, the same as before. She can imagine how that conversation will go:

Tris: Yeah, so umm... I kissed Eric.

Four: So?

Tris: Well, you know... just wanted to keep you informed.

Four: Why?

Tris: Because... well, I thought...

Four: *shrugs, walking away* Do what you want.

She sighs, face-palming herself. This is Dauntless, of course anything is allowed. And Four is not her dad, why would he stop her? Unless he got jealous, but why would he? He's an instructor, and they were never going out. They got pretty close. But that is where it ends. Just like the scenario.

This is pointless. What was she thinking in the first place?

She hears whoops and cheers as a group of friends walk down a corridor. They pass her, smelling of alcohol and bravery and freedom. Her mind flashes to Eric. She smirks.

It's almost 9pm. She did nothing but wander around all day. It's a Sunday. No classes. And Christina was nowhere to be seen. So she wandered.

Maybe Eric is at his place.

Wait, so what? It's not like she would go there. No way.

But why the hell not? She has nothing else to do. It's just so random. It's Eric.

Tris sighs now, standing in front of his door. She got here fast. Like teleportation. She didn't even think about it.

Her hand is about to knock when-

"Initiate," his voice booms behind her.

She gasps and jumps a foot in the air, spinning around. He is wearing his mischievous smile. And his jacket is draped over one shoulder. In one hand is a key (she assumes for his apartment), in the other hand is a bottle of water. Her eyes flick over to his chest where his shirt is slightly darkened by sweat, clinging onto his skin.

Her feet shuffle her away, giving him space to open the door.

"Back for more?" he asks, clearly in the middle of catching his breath.

She doesn't answer. How can she? She still has no idea why she came here. It was like a reflex.

Eric scoffs, opening the door, "Well, come in. I guess..."

Tris follows his order, stepping into the chilly apartment. She hears a switch being turned on and the fluorescent lights flicker until they fill the room with brightness. She watches as he tosses everything to the side and kicks the door closed with his foot. Everything happens in slow motion. It takes her about five seconds to realize that he has pressed her against the wall. The scent of sweat and cologne fills her nostrils, making her skin heat up.

She bites her lip as his hot hands run up her lower back. Somehow, the skin on skin contact heats her up even more. She is unsure whether it is her blushing or something entirely different.

"You're mine," he whispers, cupping her chin in his hand, less aggressively this time, "All mine."

A shudder runs through her as his hands squeeze the nearest part of her body. She looks up into his darkened eyes, suddenly feeling nervous, "Okay..." is all she manages to say. Eric chuckles slightly, leaning down to capture her lips with his. An action that comes so naturally to him. As if they've done this hundreds of times before.

Tris kisses back instantly, knowing enough from last time to carry on their rhythm. Her hand rests on his shoulder, feeling exactly how moist his shirt is. He has been running. Nothing out of the ordinary. She smiles as he pulls away to kiss beneath her eyes, across her nose, up her forehead, along her jawline.

She doesn't know what this is. And she doesn't know what his aim is. But she is not about to pause to ask.

Quite short, this one. Definitely required for plot though.

Review :)