Chapter Four: “Dinner”

 

4 weeks later…

“Move it initiates. You can run a mile in ten minutes.” I yell.

“Actually they have to. Otherwise they’re cut.” Eric says loud enough for his voice to carry through the training room.

I look over at him rolling my eyes. Any initiate who doesn’t hit certain goals is cut. Not even after the first stage cut, but cut from initiation right that moment. This was one of Max’s new ideas and Eric and I are the ones who have to implement it. “Just because Max thought this was a good idea doesn’t mean that it is.”

“I’d keep that opinion to yourself Tris. There are eyes and ears everywhere here.” He whispers in my ear.

I take a deep breath and ignore the feeling of his breath on my neck. “Got it.” I watch as the last initiate goes over the finish line. I look at the clock. Nine minutes thirty seconds. He just made it.

“Good job.” Eric frowns. “Go back to the dorms and get some sleep. You guys are going to need it tomorrow.”

We watch as the initiates slowly leave the training room. When the door closes behind the last one I glance at Eric. He’s standing in front of a punching bag wrapping his knuckles. He tosses the tape to me. “Wrap up Tris. Just because they’ve finished training for the day doesn’t mean we can’t keep going.”

I roll my eyes, but wrap my knuckles. I put the tape in my pocket and go to a punching bag next to Eric. For the next hour, we go at the bags hard. Eventually Eric’s bag breaks and thuds to the floor.

“Are we done for the day oh ruthless leader?” I smirk at him.

“Yeah. I think I’ve done enough damage and you keep going at it you’re going to break that bag too.” He looks at the bag swinging dangerously in front of me.

I stop it, leaning against it. “What time is it?”

“Nine.” He frowns. “We missed dinner.”

Shit. I have nothing at my place. I’ve been eating in the canteen the last week. I should have gone to the pit and bought groceries. “You owe me dinner.”

“How do I owe you dinner?”

“I have nothing at my place. I’ve been eating in the canteen. It’s your responsibility to feed me.”

“I have nothing at my place either.” Eric’s eyes brighten. “We could sneak in to the kitchen and grab some stuff. I know the pass code.”

“I’m not going to go steal food from the faction Eric. That’s selfish.”

“Well it’s either borrow some food or starve. I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking hungry.”

I sigh. “Fine, but if we get caught you better have an excuse.”

We carefully make our way to the canteen. Eric quickly unlocks the doors. Being inside here is different at night. It’s rather creepy when it’s deserted. I follow Eric to the kitchen. I’m surprised that it’s rather small. I thought it’d be three times the size, not the size of my apartment. Eric stands in front of the pantry grabbing some items.

“Go to the fridge and get two eggs, some milk, bacon, and parmesan cheese.”

I do what he says, grabbing a bowl and putting everything in there. When I turn around Eric is standing in front of me when some pasta, chicken, and a couple slices of cake. “I thought we were only grabbing a couple of things?”

“This is a couple of things.” He shrugs. We walk out and quickly make our way back to his apartment. “So I’ll make dinner if you want to change and shower.”

I nod. I start to turn around, but Eric stops me.

“You have some stuff here. You can just shower here as long as you don’t mind smelling like me.” He smiles.

“Towels are where?”

“Under the sink.”

I nod, walking through his bedroom to get to the shower. I take a towel out, placing it on the counter. I leave my clothes in a pile on the floor and turn the shower on waiting for it to warm up. When I step inside I almost moan from how amazing the water feels. I wish I could spend an hour in the shower instead of a couple of minutes. I like how all of Eric’s shower products smell manly. It’s a calming scent.

I rinse off and shut the water. I dry myself the best I can before wrapping the towel around myself. When I walk out of the bathroom Eric is in the process of changing. He’s pulling his shirt over his head with his pants unzipped. He looks good. I can’t help, but stare. Even though he can be an ass, Eric is a hot piece of ass.

“See something you like Tris?

His voice pulls me out of the trance. I can feel a blush appearing on my cheeks. I avoid his gaze.

“I asked you a question.” Eric says moving in front of me. He lifts my face so he can look me in the eye. “See something you like? Because I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you for a while.”

I bite my lip. I feel his thumb pull my lip away from my teeth. His hand stays against my cheek.

“Tris?” He looks me in the eye.

“Yes?” I whisper.

“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t stop me then I’m really going to kiss you.”

I don’t stop him when I feel his lips against mine. My hands go to his neck to pull him closer to me. His hands go to the back of my thighs, lifting me so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I pull away from his lips. Immediately his lips go to my neck. “Eric.” I moan. “Eric I’m only in a towel. I need to change.”

Eric pulls away with a smile. He gently puts me to my feet. “I’ll go shower.” He walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I quickly change in to the clothes that I left here. Unfortunately, I don’t have a bra or panties, since my clothes from today are still in the bathroom. I hope Eric leaves them where they are. It’s embarrassing to think of him touching my bra and panties.

I go to the kitchen to give Eric some privacy. There’s steam coming from pans on the stove. I look inside and see that he made a pasta and bacon dish. It smells amazing. Since I’ve started eating dinner with Eric I’ve come to realize that he is a great cook. Any girl would be lucky enough to date him. You know minus the fact that he has a crazy temper. I take a seat at the bar stool in front of the counter.

Eric kissed me. He gave me an out and I didn’t take it. I kissed him back. What does this mean? He’s been dropping hints the entire time we’ve had this sleeping arrangement, but that really doesn’t mean he’s interested in me. I’m pulled from my thoughts when if feel hands on my waist and lips on my neck.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“Kissing you. I thought I was allowed to do that.”

“And what gave you the idea that you could do that?”

“I gave you an out before Tris. You kissed me back.” He breathes against my neck making me shiver.

“Eric…” I trail off not knowing what to say.

“We can talk about this later in bed.” He tells me with a smile. Eric serves us dinner. Once again it’s amazing. I have yet to eat anything inedible.

“Eric?”

“Yes?” He looks up from his plate.

“Where’d you learn to cook? Everything you make always tastes amazing, but when I try to copy your recipes they taste horrible.”

Eric laughs. “I used to read cook books in Erudite. I found it relaxing. You can always tell where something went wrong based on the recipe.”

I stare at him with my mouth open. “Seriously?”

He shrugs. “I found it relaxing. The fact that I have a photographic memory helps.”

I shake my head. “Just when I think I know you Eric, you always surprise me.”

“You always surprise me Tris.” He smiles at his plate. “I thought I had you figured out after initiation, but here we are. For the past month we’ve been sleeping next to one another. I would have never known that you could never sleep either.”

I smile at him.

“I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to you each night. I tried to take a nap one day last week and I couldn’t. I’ve gotten used to your body wrapped around mine. And it goes past sleeping. You’ve become one of my closest friends.”

“I’ve definitely changed you. You’ve gotten sappy.” I joke.

“Well there’s that, but there’s something else that you’ve changed.” He pauses. “You made me want to be in a relationship.”

“With me?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes. I thought that was clear.” He laughs. “I like you Tris- more than a friend.”

 

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Chapter Three: “Agreements”

I stare up at my ceiling. This is ridiculous. I’ve been in bed since Eric left around nine. I don’t know why I thought that I would fall asleep after spending the entire day in bed… With Eric. I look over at the clock. It’s 12:03. It’s only been a minute since I last checked. It feels like an hour.

The nighttime is my enemy; it’s always been like this. Most Abnegation are insomniacs. Some feel too guilty to sleep, while others are just unable to because of the schedule. You go to bed around nine and wake up around seven. It’s hard to fall asleep right after dinner, and then get up when the sun is appearing. I was lucky if I would get two or three hours. It was easier to sleep during initiation because I’d be worn out. Now I don’t get to go to the training room as much so I’m not physically tired. I look over at my enemy, the clock… Again. It’s 12:05. Two minutes have gone by.

Fuck it. I get up from the bed, grabbing my phone, and walk across the hall. Unlike Eric I have to knock because Max won’t give me his code. He and I aren’t on that level of trust yet. I knock a couple of times before Eric answers the door… In his boxers.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided that she needed me.” He smiles.

“Just because I can relax enough to fall asleep when I’m next to you doesn’t mean that I need you.” I push him aside and walk in.

Eric closes the door behind me. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

I smirk. I walk back to Eric’s bedroom. His comforter is messed up, he must have been trying to sleep too. I move the paperwork that is on, what I’m considering, my side of the bed. I climb in, arranging the pillows how I like them.

“I said make yourself comfortable, not move everything on me.”

“I’m making myself comfortable on your bed. We can give sleeping next to one another a try, but if you hook up with a girl and then try to spend the night next to me I’ll cut your dick off. I’ll even start calling you Erica.”

His laughter fills the room. “Fine Tris, but don’t you dare mention that to anyone. Ever.” He climbs in next to me. “Do you need water before I turn off the light?”

“I’m okay. Thank you though.” I laugh. “You know for someone so ruthless you really are sweet sometimes. I don’t know why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“That’s because I scare all the girls away. Were you not listening last night?” Eric turns the light off. He pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around me.

“See? Sweet. Immediately you started to cuddle me.” I bite my lip. “You’re a good guy with a bad reputation Eric.”

“Go to bed Tris.” His arms lock me in place tighter. His thumb gently grazes my stomach, caressing it.

“I can’t sleep with your hand on my stomach.” I move his hand away, and link our hands.

“Why’s that Tris?” He whispers in my ear.

“It’s distracting Eric.”

Eric laughs. “That’s not what’s distracting me.”

“What’s distracting you?”

“You… Your body against mine.”

I’m glad the lights are off because if they weren’t then he’d see the blush all over my body. “I’m already next to you Eric, there’s no need for flattery.”

“Tris, do me a favor. Turn to me.” He whispers in my ear. I do as he says, wrapping myself around him. He takes the hand that’s on his chest and moves it toward his pants. “Feel that Tris. That is what you do to me. ”

I move my hand back to his chest. “Eric we’re supposed to be trying to sleep.”

He puts his hand over mine. “Okay Tris.” He sounds defeated.

I listen to Eric’s heartbeat. Eventually, it lulls me to sleep. I awake hours later to Eric’s alarm going off. “Turn it off.” I bury my face in to Eric’s chest. It’s too early for us to be getting up. He grunts. He shifts and I fall on the pillow. I cuddle up to it. Eric wraps himself around me. His body heat feels good. “What time is it?”

“Eight.” He mumbles against my neck.

“Are we on initiate duty today?”

“Nope, Four and Christina have it covered today.”

“Then why did your alarm go off early today?” I groan.

“Because we have a meeting with Max in an hour.”

“Fuck.” I groan. I don’t want to go to this meeting. It’s either about what we’re doing wrong or the changes that need to be made. It’s never good when you have to meet with Max before noon.

“Yeah.” Eric sighs. He moves off me to lie on his back.

I look over at him. “I don’t want to think about why we’re being summoned early.”

“Me either.” He looks over at me with a smirk. “I could definitely get used to you in my bed sti- Tris.”

“Wait until summer when it’s hot as hell and you have me all over you.” I laugh. “I’m sure you’ll complain then.”

“You’re already planning a future with me? I thought you were the one who doesn’t want to discuss what your body does to me.” He smirks.

I make a face. Damn, I did make plans a few months out. “We’ll see how well you’re able to behave Eric, one fuck up and we go back to sleeping on our own. Remember that I’m used to insomnia, so going back isn’t going to be a big deal for me like it is for you.”

Eric stares at my lips before looking into my eyes. “Just remember Tris, I can be a good boy when I want to.” His hand trails down my back, as he leans closer to my ear. “And I want to see what rewards I get for good behavior with you.”

 

Chapter Two: “Arrangements”

I open my eyes and immediately close them. Ugh, I have a massive hangover. Why did I drink so much last night? I open my eyes again. The light doesn’t hurt too much.

I turn my head. Eric is sleeping next to me. All the events of last night replay through my mind. Eric let me stay here last night so I could get some sleep. He did something selfless. This may be the first selfless thing he’s ever done- at least in front of me.

I try to pick up his arm from my waist, but his grip tightens. Who would of thought that Eric was a snuggler? There’s irony in that somewhere. “Eric!” I whisper. There’s no response. “Eric!” I say louder, pushing him.

“What?” He barks.

“Unwrap me. Unless you want me to pee on you and your bed.”

Immediately his arm disappears from my waist. I quickly get up and go to the bathroom. When I’m washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. For once I don’t have dark circles and bags under my eyes. I walk out and look at Eric sleeping on the bed. Do I join him or get dressed and leave?

“I can hear you thinking from there.” Eric turns to look at me. “Either come back to sleep or get dressed.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not having sex with you. Just because I got drunk and slept next you all night doesn’t mean that I’m sleeping with you.”

“I said come back to sleep. Not come back and fuck me. You’re good looking Tris, but I want to go back to sleep.”

I walk back over to the bed. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Yes I do, but I wasn’t expecting anything by letting you sleep over.” Eric pulls me back to him. “I don’t expect anything from you unless you want it.”

He is insufferable and cocky. “Just sleep Eric.”

“No problem.” He gets comfortable next to me. I can feel his breath on my neck. Eventually his breathing slows and he’s fallen back asleep. I keep replaying the events of last night over in my mind. After going over it an infinite amount of times, I finally fall back to sleep.

I wake up when I feel movement beside me. There’s no sunlight. I must have slept all day. Shit. This is what I try to avoid when I finally sleep. I stretch and sit up.

Eric comes back out of the bathroom. “We’re fucked trying to get some sleep tonight.”

I nod. “What time is it?”

“Six in the evening.” He pauses. “We missed dinner.”

I get up and walk over to the dresser with my clothes. I slide my pants on. “If you’re nice, I’ll invite you over for dinner.”

“I’m always nice.” Eric smirks at me. “I’ll even let you spend the night again.”

“I think I like you better when I’m drinking.”

“Feelings mutual, but if you cook dinner I’ll bring the booze.” He stands in front of me. “I’ll even let you shower in here.”

“Come across the hall in thirty minutes. Don’t forget the beer.”

I leave his apartment before he can get a witty response out. I seek out my phone when I get inside mine. Christina called me three times today, and texted me a bunch. I guess she figured out that I ended up crashing, because there’s nothing after one in the afternoon.

I pick up the clothes around my apartment and toss them in the hamper. I think Eric and I are becoming friends. I’d like to believe so anyway. I change in to sweat pants and a tank top. I’m just starting dinner when Eric walks through the door.

“I locked that. How’d you get in?”

“Max gave me the password.” He walks over to the fridge putting the beer away.

I continue to chop vegetables. Eric is staring at me from the other side of the counter. “What?”

“I think I like you better in my shirt.”

“Are you flirting with me?” I put the knife down. If I didn’t I’m pretty sure I’d cut my fingers off if I kept going.

“Just making a simple observation.” He takes a sip of his beer. “So what are you making?”

“Fajitas, they’re simple and pretty quick. Why? In the mood for something else?”

“I’ll eat whatever you want to cook.”

“Great. Open me a beer please. Cooking is more enjoyable when I have a buzz.” I laugh.

“Anything is more enjoying with a buzz.”

Dinner is cooked quickly, and Eric and I eat in comfortable silence. I must be used to dinner with Christina and Will because the silence was a beautiful thing. Those two are a match made in heaven. They never shut up. You’re lucky if you can get a word in.

Eric helps with the dishes; drying as I wash. “So I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“Last night, that was the first full night of sleep you got in two years right?”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “What about it?”

“What would you say if we kept that up? We spend the nights together, just sleeping. Nothing else.”

“Why?”

“Because for once you looked well rested.”

“What about you?”

He shrugs at me. “I was able to calm my mind enough to fall asleep… Twice. That’s the first time that’s happened to me in years.”

“All we do is sleep? Nothing else?”

“Well I was going to include cuddling. We seemed to do that pretty well, if you ask me.” He puts the last dish in the drying rack.

I stare at him. “What’s in this for you?”

“I just want sleep. That was the first time that I fell back to sleep after waking up. Look, we have the same schedule. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“And what happens when you decide to hook up with someone. Do you really think I’m going to want to sleep next to you after that?”

He stares at me. After a couple minutes a smirk appears on his lips. “I won’t hook up with anyone.”

“Yeah right.” I roll my eyes. “You think I don’t hear about all the girls you hook up with? If I wasn’t so disgusted I’d be impressed that you have it in you.”

He laughs at that. “I give you my word. I won’t hook up with anybody while we have this going on.”

“Let me think about it.”

Eric nods. He dries his hands and walks to where my phone is sitting. He unlocks it and starts typing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m adding my number. Send me a text when you make your decision.” He must have sent a text from my phone because I hear his phone go off.

“I said I’d let you know Eric.” I sigh. I don’t understand why he’s doing this though. I’ve known him for three years. I’ve worked with him for two of those. Why is he just now trying to be friends with me? Just because he wants a personality change doesn’t mean that he is going to start being friends with me.

“Great.” He pulls me to him, hugging me. Eric Coulter, the ruthless leader, is hugging me. There’s something wrong with this.

“I’ll talk to you later Eric.”

Chapter One: “Sleepover”

998… 999… 1000. I let out a huge sigh. Counting doesn’t work and neither does a glass of warm milk. This is getting ridiculous. Maybe I should listen to Christina about going to the Erudite hospital and get sleeping pills from them. The hospital at Dauntless already put me on a high dose of melatonin. That only worked for a month. Then my body got used to it, so I doubled up on doses. After I did that the melatonin stopped working.

I glance over to the clock 3:29 in the morning. I’ve been in bed for five hours trying to get my body to sleep. I let out another sigh. Normally I would text Christina, but she told me to stop interrupting her sleep because it was getting to be too often. Four used to be able to help me sleep, but ever since we broke up my insomnia has gotten worse. I didn’t even think that it was possible for it to get worse.

I heave myself out of the bed. I throw on some clothes and sneakers. I grab my keys and phone. I make my way to the training room. I haven’t walked around the compound this early, or late depending how you look at it, before. It’s silent. I thought there would be more people around. Even something as simple as a breath, but there’s nothing. It is just silent.

As I get closer to the training room I hear sounds coming from it. Someone’s in there most likely using the punching bag. I can’t see through the small window on the door, so I open it. It screeches. The person at the punching bag looks up. I’d know that tattoo anywhere; they’re the same ones that I have on my body.

“Stiff. What are you doing up?” Eric asks. For once his voice doesn’t hold any anger or malice. He genuinely sounds curious.

“Couldn’t sleep. How come you’re here?”

He shrugs for a second. “Same reason as you. I thought that working out a bit would help, but I’ve been here for an hour and a half already and it’s done nothing.”

I walk over from the doorframe to a punching bag near his. “That sucks. Do you have some tape? I forgot to bring some down with me.” Eric reaches in his pocket and tosses me the tape without a word. I wrap my knuckles. I toss the tape between us on the floor. I stand in front of the nearest punching bag.

For the next hour I take out all my anger and emotions on the damn bag. Sweat is pouring off me. My muscles hurt, my hands hurt, yet I still can’t calm my mind down enough to sleep. I don’t think that I’m going to get any sleep. I stop the bag and look over at Eric. He’s been throwing knives at targets for the last twenty minutes.

I peel the tape off my hands as I walk to where Eric is. I hop on the table next to him. He and I have never become friends since I joined leadership- we’re civil to each other, but that’s about it. I watch as he throws the last knife.

He looks over to me with a smirk. “See something you like stiff?”

I roll my eyes. “Your form needs work Eric. Weren’t you the one who taught me? And now you’re slacking?”

Eric laughs. “I’ve been down here longer than you. Obviously I’m going to slack off a bit.”

“So why can’t you sleep?”

He shrugs. “Too much shit running around in my head. What about you?”

“Insomnia.” I answer quickly. “I’ve had it for years. It’s common in Abnegation because you feel guilty for sleeping late. I’ve taken the highest dose of melatonin that Dauntless has, but it stopped working. I’m pretty sure I’m going to need sleeping pills soon.”

“Sucks to be you stiff.”

“Can you call me Tris! I’ve been in Dauntless for three years now. You’re the only fucking person who’s continued to call me stiff.”

“All you had to do was ask grumpy.” Eric shakes his head. He glances at his watch. “It’s five now. Technically we both have off today, wanna drink? Maybe it’ll help us sleep?”

“Yeah sure. Your place or mine?”

“Mine. I have real alcohol.”

I follow him to his apartment. At least the walk back to my place won’t be bad. I never thought living across the hall from Eric would be a good thing. It used to seem like such a punishment, but now it’s a perk.

He pours us each a shot of whiskey and takes out two beers. We shoot back the whiskey quickly and begin on the beer. I sit on one side of the couch, while Eric’s on the other.

“So what are you thinking about that’s keeping you up late?” I ask him, after we’ve been starring at the other for five silent minutes.

“Lately it’s that I need a personality change.” He smirks.

“A personality change?”

“I mean that I need to start being nicer to people. Maybe I’d have friends outside of leadership then.” He cracks his neck. “Erudite doesn’t teach you to be nice to one another. It teaches you to be cut throat and to be the best of the best. When it’s beaten in to you everyday for sixteen years it’s a tough personality trait to lose. It’s stopped me from making friends.”

“No wonder you always have stick up your ass.” I comment without thinking.

“That’s part of it. The other reason is I haven’t gotten laid in a shit long time, and my hand has gotten old real fast.” He laughs.

I join him. “What I hear is that you have no game.”

“I have game Tris. I just haven’t found someone to use it on.” He rolls his eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you got laid? There’s a reason I still call you stiff you know.”

I think back. It’s been about two years since Four and I ended things. “When I was with Four.” I make a face.

“Number boy was your first and last? No wonder why you need to get laid.”

I roll my eyes and finish the rest of my beer. I get up to grab another from the fridge. I get another for Eric and bring the whiskey and shot glasses over. “Just because you don’t like Four doesn’t mean the sex was bad.”

“How would you know what’s good if you’ve only been with him?”

I pour whiskey in to his shot glass. “Every time you mention Four you have to drink.”

Eric tosses it back. “Same goes for you then.”

“I don’t speak about him.”

“You just did. Take your shot.” He pours it for me.

Grudgingly I take it. It burns as it goes down. I hate drinking straight whiskey, but I’m not going to tell Eric that. “You’re funny Eric.”

“Can you spread that around the compound? Maybe I’ll get laid then.” He smiles.

“If you smiled like that Eric, you’d get all the girls.” I tell him honestly.

Eric makes a face. “I doubt that.”

I shrug.

“Enough about me. Let’s get back to you. How come you haven’t gotten with anyone in the past two years?”

“I haven’t been interested in anyone. I sometimes think that guys are scared of me because I outrank them.”

Eric nods. “I’m not scared of you. Then again I outrank you. Come on let’s do another shot.” He pours another shot of whiskey for us.

It doesn’t burn as much going down this time. I put my glass on the table. I make myself comfortable, lounging on his couch with my feet on his lap.

“Getting ready for bed Tris?” Eric laughs.

“Nope, I’m just getting ready for another beer.” I smirk. I finish the rest of my second. “Get me another.”

“Say the magic word.” Eric smirks.

“Today initiate!” I bellow like him.

Eric laughs. “I’ll give you fifteen points if you do that in front of Max.”

“I’ll think about it. Now get my beer slave.” I laugh.

Eric goes to the fridge and comes back with two more beers. “Your highness.”

“You even opened it for me. You’re so sweet Eric.” I smile.

“Me? Sweet? I never thought I’d hear my name after that word.”

“Just take a compliment Eric. You don’t always have to be witty.” I take another sip. I’m pretty sure that comment is going to get me in trouble.

“You really are grumpy without sleep aren’t you?” His joking demeanor is set aside. He looks at me seriously. “When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?”

I shrug. “Probably two years ago.”

“You were with Four two years ago.”

“You have to take a shot.” I smirk. “You said his name.”

Eric grudgingly pours a shot. “Seriously though the last time you slept a full night was when you were with him? How the hell are you functioning?”

“Very well actually. As you’ve seen I’ve beaten you to becoming the youngest leader in Dauntless. I use the time that I’m awake trying to sleep to read over documents and guide books and make notes on them.”

“How very Erudite of you.” Eric rolls his eyes. “You need to get some sleep Tris.”

“Yeah… Well… I normally sleep better next to someone, but since I’m not dating anyone and my friends are sick of me continually waking them up to talk I stay awake at night. I get a few hours here and there.”

Eric shakes his head. He takes a large sip of his beer. “Stay here tonight.”

I do a double take. “Excuse me?”

“Sleep here tonight. What’s the big deal? You need to sleep right? So do I.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I can’t help it. We’re not friends. Although after tonight I can see us becoming friends- at least in private.

“Because I just am. I didn’t realize that I was so horrible to you.”

I laugh. “Eric you are the least friendly person I know.”

“I’m trying to change my personality remember? Helping someone out is more Abnegation like, that’s different from my personality.”

I shake my head. “Eric I don’t want to bother you. Or cross the line since you’re technically my boss.”

“Actually I’m your equal. Max is our boss. I just like to pretend that I have some control over you.” He smirks.

“You’re not going to let this go until I say yes aren’t you?”

“Nope. Come on it’s seven in the morning. We should stop drinking and get some sleep.” He says getting up, pulling me with him.

“Fine.” I sigh. “Do you have something I could change in to? Actually can I take a shower, I’m pretty sure that I smell.”

He nods. “Follow me.” His apartment is set up just like mine. I follow him to his room where he gives me a pair of boxers and a long t-shirt. “Towels are in the closet in the bathroom, the hamper for them is under the sink. Toss it there when you’re done.”

I nod. I change out of my dried sweaty clothes and hop in to the shower. It feels so good after working out for two hours. Surprisingly, smelling like Eric isn’t a bad thing. I’ve never really noticed before but he smells really good. I turn off the water and quickly dry myself. I change in to his clothes. I slip my panties back on since his boxers are too big, thankfully the shirt is long enough to be a dress on me.

I fold my clothes and put them on the dresser by the bathroom when I exit. Eric is laying in his bed reading a book. He’s even wearing a pair of glasses. He looks up when he can feel me starring at him.

“Yes?”

“How come you don’t wear your glasses when you’re working?”

“They’re called contacts. Don’t spread it around that I wear glasses.” He warns.

“Why? You look hot.”

“You think I look hot?”

I roll my eyes. “So you’re on that side?”

“Yes.”

I climb in to the bed next to him. It feels weird lying in bed next to Eric. Of all the people in the faction, spending the night at Eric’s seems like the craziest person to be next to. Surprisingly his bed is comfortable.

“Comfy?”

“Very.” I purr in contentment. “You’re bed is much more comfortable than mine.”

He laughs. He puts his book on the nightstand, turning off his light, and pulls the blanket over us. “Good night Tris.”

“Night Eric.” I mumble back. I feel him pull me closer to him. I don’t mind him wrapped around me. It’s nice to sleep next to someone again.

Chapter Four: Epilogue

Previous Chapter 

Two Years Later…

“Max you have to take over for me!” I bang my fist on his desk. “I can’t take it any longer with the damn initiates. They think I’m their friend. That Amity transfer decided that she needed to express her feelings to me today. I can’t deal with this shit. They are fucking crazy.”

Max looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to? I know that you did not just barge into my office and start yelling at me to do your damn job.”

I take deep breaths. “Please. I can’t deal with them today. I’m going to shoot one of them. I’m not sure if it will be in the foot, arm, or head.”

“Ask your husband to take over for you.” He supplies.

“I can’t. He thinks that he’s pulling one over on me by pretending that he’s busy. The fucking bastard is planning something for my birthday.” I roll my eyes.

“Ah Eric warned me that you would be extra bitchy today.” Max laughs. The asshole has the nerve to laugh at me. “You’re Dauntless Tris. Get over the fact that people want to spend your birthday with you.”

“You were supposed to take my side just once.” I grumble. Suddenly an idea pops in to my head. “Can Four and I switch roles for the day? He can babysit the little brats and I can take over in the control room.”

Max thinks about it for a second. “Isn’t Four working a twelve hour shift today?”

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to know Four’s schedule. “I thought he was only working six hours today.”

“Bullshit, you made the schedule. Go back to the children. Let Eric have his fun planning your birthday. And go lighten up. You’re Dauntless Tris, act like it on your birthday. Go zip line down the Hancock building if that will calm you down.” Max dismisses me with a flick of his wrist.

I slam his office door behind me and go back to the transfer initiates. When I walk in the training room they are laying on the mats. “Hey!” I scream from the doorway. “I told you all to work with the punching bags. What the fuck are you doing lying on the ground?” None of them have anything to say to me. They all look at me with a mix of fear and anger. “Get the fuck up and get to the punching bags. If you’re not at a punching bag in five seconds I am throwing your lazy asses over the chasm. Then I’ll tell Max that you assholes deserved it for not listening to me. Five… Four… Three…” I start counting putting fingers down for each number.

By the time I get to three every initiate is at a punching bag. Too bad, I really wanted to throw some one over the chasm today. For the next three hours I make them work until they look like they are going to pass out. Everyone used to say that Eric was the toughest trainer, but that honor passed down to me when I took over Four’s job. They say that Eric is a box of roses compared to me.

“Stop!” I wait for them all to turn their tired heads over to me. “Get the hell out of here. You all can do ten times better than this. I expect to see progress tomorrow. Anyone who disappoints me will be hanging from the chasm.”

They all walk past me avoiding eye contact. When the last initiate leaves I look around the room to make sure everything is in place. Slowly I make my way back to the apartment. I open the door, letting it bang against the wall. No one jumps out to surprise me. Thank god. I don’t think that I’d be able to deal with a damn surprise party today. I make my way to our room. Eric isn’t here. He must be busy from whatever he was doing earlier. I strip out of my clothes, tossing them in the hamper. I change in to leggings and one of Eric’s t-shirts.

I’m just about to put the chicken on when Eric walks through the door. He has two boxes in his arms. “What are you doing? You know that I’m a better cook than you.”

I hold in my smirk. “Seriously Eric?”

“It’s true. You still cook like you’re in abnegation. Are you making chicken breast, peas, and mashed potatoes?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I avoid eye contact, holding the chicken over the pan. “I’m making chicken.”

“Great, well put it away for tomorrow. I’m making you lasagna. I know how much you like it.” He smiles at me.

“I’m ready to start cooking Eric.” I frown at him.

“I love you, but I’m not sitting through your cooking.” He laughs. “I can’t do another meal of flavorless chicken and peas.”

“Fine.” I look at the boxes. “What do you have here?”

“Your gift and your cake.”

“Eric.” I warn.

“Too fucking bad baby. You’re gonna eat your birthday dinner, enjoy a piece of Dauntless cake, and then open the gift I got you. It’s going to be a great fucking day.” Eric smirks at me like he’s hiding something.

I sigh. “Fine. You can cook while I relax. It can be like every other year we’ve been together.”

“Are you gonna go take a nap too? I do believe that is part of the tradition.” Eric smirks at me.

I laugh at him. “Not today. I’ve gotten used to dealing with the initiates this year. I didn’t even have to make them follow me for five miles today.”

“And everyone thought that I was tough on the initiates. You’re ten times worse then me.”

“Yeah well I have to be tough on them. They don’t take me seriously.” I sigh. “They probably won’t take me seriously…” Shit!

“Why wouldn’t they take you seriously?”

“Um… Because I am shorter than half of them. Not to mention, I still look like an initiate.” I bite my lip. Thankfully, Eric isn’t paying attention to me. Otherwise he would know that I’m lying. I take a deep breath. A couple more hours then I can tell him.

I lay back on the couch, listening as Eric cooks. Since we’ve been married, Eric has been the one who cooks. He can’t stand the way that I cook, abnegation like. So he’s taken it upon himself to cook dinner every night. Or we go to the cafeteria, but it’s not as good as Eric’s cooking. When the lasagna’s in the oven, Eric joins me on the couch resting my feet on his lap. He has my birthday gift in front of me on the coffee table.

“Think you’d wanna open your gift now? I know I said after cake, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” He smiles.

I sit up. “Sure. I know that it will make you happy.” He hands me the box with a red bow on it. He watches me anxiously as I open it. Inside’s a red collar, two bowls, and some squeaky toys. I stare at him, before I realize what it’s for. “A dog?” I laugh.

“Go check the spare bedroom.” He smiles.

I walk down the hall opening the door to the unused room. Inside on a little doggy bed is a little Siberian husky. The little dog comes running up to me, licking the top of my feet. I pick it up, cuddling it to my chest. “Eric this is too much.”

He laughs. “No way. I saw this little guy last week. I made Max watch him until your birthday.” He scratches the little guy between the ears.

“Is that why he was in a pissy mood?”

“Yeah, this little guy shit and pissed all over his apartment.” He laughs.

I bite my lip as I look at my husband. “I have a gift for you too.”

His eyebrows scrunch. “It’s your birthday not mine.”

“Follow me.” I walk to our bedroom. I open my nightstand draw and take out a small box. I hand it to Eric. I put the little puppy on the floor between Eric and I.

He opens the box. Picking up the plastic test. He looks at it with his mouth wide open. He goes back and forth between the test and me. “Seriously?”

I nod.

“We’re having a kid?” He smiles.

“Yes. I found out two weeks ago.” I laugh. “I’m about nine weeks along now.” I grab the small sonogram picture from the nightstand and hand it to him. “That little blobby spec is our baby. It’s as big as a blueberry.”

Eric pulls me to him, hugging me tight. “We’re really having a kid.” He kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth passionately. He lifts me up and spins me around.

I pull away to laugh. “Yes. We’re having a baby, in about 7 and a half months. We can use this little puppy as practice you know.”

Eric laughs. His hand goes to my stomach. It’s still flat, but it’s hard. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.”

“It was only a matter of time Eric.” I laugh.

“We’re really starting a family.” He smiles.

I nod. “This is only the first child Eric. I want a bunch of little clones running around.”

Eric laughs. “Whatever you want baby.”

Tris in Chapter Four
Tris in Chapter Four

Epilogue

4 years later…

“It is without profound praise and gratitude that I welcome you new police officers, proud that you have answered the call to service and today join the ranks of Chicago’s finest. You have earned the distinction of being the best trained, best prepared police officers in the world, ready to serve and protect one of the most vibrate cities in the world where every day brings a responsibility to keep all safe- safe from crime and safe from terrorism. And though the city is on the cutting edge of technology, nothing replaces your unwavering sense of right and wrong, and your eyes and ears on the street. We remain safe because of the hard work and dedication of the men and women of the Chicago police department. We all wear the same uniform, carry the same shield. Now you are a part of the finest police force in the world. Congratulations to your families, your friends, and congratulations to you – Chicago’s newest police officers.”

Everyone stands up and cheers. I can’t help the huge smile that’s on my face. I hug Uriah and Lynn, the two friends who are in the nearest vicinity of me. Uriah is jumping up and down screaming, “We did it”.

I look at Lynn and I can’t help, but laugh. “He’s always going to be the same goofball.”

Lynn nods. “He is. I’m going to go search for Lauren and Marlene. Hopefully I can find them in this mess.” She walks away.

I search around and I see Christina and Will coming my way. Christina tackles me with a hug. “I can’t believe that we did it. We finally made it through the academy.”

“I know.” I smile. I pull Will in on our hug.

I was surprised to see Christina six months ago when I started in the police academy. We hadn’t seen each other since we were in college. Growing up changed us. She grew more responsible- more responsible for her actions. I grew up to be more forgiving. We both stood in front of one another with open mouths. It took a while for us to become friends again, but we did. Aside from Lynn and Marlene, Christina has become one of my closest friends. Eric was surprised when I told him she was here, but he still remembered her as the same girl when we were in college.

I pull away from them. “I’m going to go find my family. I’ll catch you guys later at the bar to celebrate.”

I make my way through the graduates. Eventually I meet my family outside where we all said we’d meet. My mom spots me first and points me out to my dad. I run to them with a huge smile on my face.

“Congratulations Beatrice. We are so proud of you.” My dad hugs me.

“Thank you.”

My mom pulls me to her. “I’m happy that you’re following in my footsteps. You’re on your way to doing great things Beatrice. This is only the beginning. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

I smile. “Thanks mom. It means a lot.” I look over her shoulder and see Eric and Four standing there. They both have on their police uniforms. They both went through the police academy a year earlier than I did and slowly became friends through the academy.

I make my way over to them. Four pulls me in to a hug. “Congratulations Tris.”

“Thanks.”

Eric pulls me to him, laying the mother of all kisses on me. Normally I’d blush, but I don’t care. Eric pulls back with a smile. “Congratulations babe.”

“Thank you.”

“So I know that we’re going out to dinner with your parents. And then after that we’re headed to my apartment to change. Then we’re going to the bar with your friends to celebrate the great thing you guys have done.”

“Yes.” I laugh.

“Well before we do all that… I wanted to take ten minutes of your time. Can I do that without your going crazy on me because we’re going to be late?” He laughs.

“Yes. I promise.” I roll my eyes.

“So as of now, we’ve been together for six years. When I saw you six years ago I thought you were annoying. You were sitting next to your loud mouth roommate, who just pissed me off. Then you mouthed off to me and I couldn’t stand it.” He laughs. “But that night when I saw you ready to go out with your friends I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Then when you kissed me I realized that I didn’t want to ever kiss anyone else again. When we graduated college, I planned to ask you to marry me. I went to your dad and he said yes, but he told me that I had to wait until we both had careers. I didn’t get it at the time, but I understand it now. If I had asked you right out of graduating it’s possible that by now we’d have a kid already. Since we waited we were both able to start the first steps to our career goals. But since we have both made that first step I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve wanted to do that since I was 20 years old. So now Beatrice Prior, I am standing before you, begging you to be my wife.” Eric gets on one knee. “Tris will you marry me?”

I bite my lip. I look over at my parents. My dad is smiling at me and my mom is crying. I look back at Eric. He has an engagement ring in his hand. It’s not a small rock. Where the hell did he get the money for that?

Eric looks at me with wide eyes. “So will you marry me? Do me the honor of telling every unlucky bastard that you’re my wife?”

I smile down at him. “Yes.” I laugh. “I will marry you Eric.”

He slips the ring on my finger and stands up to kiss me. “I really thought you were going to say no.”

I laugh at him. “I’d never tell you no, Eric. I’ve been waiting for you to propose for two years. I’ve already started my life with you Eric. This is just the icing on the cake.”

Chapter 30: “New Year’s”

Tris POV

“All right mom. I’m heading to Eric’s. I’ll call you when I get there, and I’ll call you when the clock strikes twelve.” I yell out.

“Wait!” She comes running out from the kitchen. “I made cookies for you to bring for his family.” She hands me a big box of homemade cookies.

“Mom, you didn’t have to do this.” I laugh. “I was going to pick up something, but thank you.”

“Remember to tell them that you made them.”

“Mom! Eric knows that I’m a horrible cook. He’ll know there’s no way that I made these.” I laugh.

“Well lie.” She smiles. She gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Head there now. Remember to call when you get there.”

“I will.” I make my way to the car, throwing everything in the back seat. The drive to Eric’s is quick. In high school, I used to have a couple of friends that lived around him. I send a quick text to my mom telling her I got here safe. I honk when I park in his driveway. Immediately, Eric is outside opening my car door.

“God I missed you. Five days is way too long to go without a kiss.” He smiles. He pulls me in for a kiss. This kiss wasn’t chaste. Immediately his tongue was against mine.

I can feel myself blush when we part. “Eric!”

“I missed you is all. I really missed you.” He smiles. “So my parents left already. Thank god. You’re lucky that you don’t have to meet them. My brother’s home, but I’m pretty sure that he’ll be going out tonight. So we’ll have the entire house to ourselves.”

“I guess I didn’t need to bring a party dress then. I’m never gonna get the chance to wear it.” I tease. I knew we weren’t going out, but still it’s pretty perfect for what I have planned.

Eric laughs. He pulls away from me. He opens the back door and pulls out the stuff I threw in there. He shakes the cookie box. “You didn’t make these did you?”

“No.” I sigh. “My mom did. I knew you would say something like that.” I follow Eric in to his house. “Whoa.” Eric lives in a development. From the outside his house looks like a normal two story, but when you walk inside the word that would describe it would be surgical. It’s extremely clean and pristine. Unlike my house when you walk in immediately you our family portraits through the ages. Here there aren’t any family pictures up. It’s kinda void of any homey type feeling.

“Home sweet home.” Eric rolls his eyes. “Come on, I’ll show you my room.” He leads me up a staircase, walking to the second door on the left. He puts my stuff down by his closet door.

His room is the same size as mine, expect where mine has a slight organized mess his is OCD clean. They walls are a royal blue and his bedspread is a mix of gray and black. There isn’t anything on the dressers except for a framed photo. If I’m guessing correctly then it’s the one that I gave him for Christmas. It was a photo my mom took when Eric dropped me off for winter break.

“Is your room always this clean?”

“Only when I’m at school. Anything remotely personal I bring with me. Otherwise my mom might throw it out when she cleans in here once a month.” Eric lays back on his bed. He motions for me to join him and I do. “God I’ve missed sleeping next to you these past few days.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I snuggle in to him. “It’s strange not to wake up with your arms around me.”

“Well we have two days together. That’ll have to hold us for now.” Eric smiles at me. “I was thinking that I’d try to cook tonight.”

“Can you cook?”

“Better than you, you’ll love it I promise.” He takes a deep breath. “I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing tonight.”

“We’re not going out tonight, so there isn’t really a reason for me to get dressed up.”

“No you’re definitely going to wear that outfit you brought.” He leans over and kisses my neck. “Maybe you’ll let me unwrap you as a late Christmas gift.”

“Maybe that was my plan the entire time.” I smirk. I’ve been thinking about having sex with Eric since we said I love you. It feels right, like a good decision.

“Really?” He breathes.

“Mhmm.” I can feel Eric leaving me a hickey. Honestly I don’t care. I’ve missed having his lips on me. It’s only been a week since I last saw him, yet it feels like an eternity. I’ve gotten so used to being around him 24/7 that spending days apart is too long.

“God I missed you so much.” He says in to my neck. He pulls away from me with a smile. “So we have a while until I can start dinner. Do you want to lie around and watch movies? I’ll even give you some of my clothes to change in to.”

“I’d like that.” I smile. “I want my favorite shirt though. I know you took it with you. I spent twenty minutes looking for it before we left.”

Eric laughs. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that.” He gets up from his bed. He looks through a drawer before tossing me the red shirt. “Do you need pants too?”

“I’m not going to complain if you throw some my way.” I smirk. I close Eric’s door before I change in to the clothes provided. I can feel Eric’s eyes on my body, but I’m more or less used to it. When I pull the shirt down, Eric is standing infront of me with a smile.

“It is still sexy to see you wearing my clothes, especially since you’re wearing them in my house.” He picks me up and kisses me. He lays the mother of all kisses on me. I wrap my legs around his waist, as he pins me against the wall.

My hand goes to his hair, pulling it so I have access to his neck. I leave him a small hickey. We now have matching ones. Eric brings my lips back to his. He eventually pulls away with a smile. He gently put me down and led me through his house. Instead of us going to the living room, he took me down to the basement. Unlike the rest of his house, it was warm and inviting. It was set up like a living room, with a comfortable couch.

I make myself comfortable on the couch. I watch Eric as he goes to a bookcase filled with DVD’s.

“What do you feel like watching?” He asks, still looking at the selection.

“Some type of horror movie.” I lay down on the couch. I can’t get over this room. It’s so different from the rest of the house. Everything else is sterile, this room reminds me of my living room.

“All right.” He picks a DVD from the shelf. He puts it in the player, not telling me the title. “I hope you like ‘The Conjuring’.”

“I’ve seen that movie over twenty times. I love it.”

Eric pulls me up so I’m in a sitting position. He lies down, pulling me back down against his body. “I plan to get your sexy body against mine as many times as I can before you leave.”

I shake my head, but I kiss his arm that’s under my head. “I’m pretty sure that by the time I leave you’re going to be happy that you got your bed back.”

Eric laughs. “Probably since it’s smaller than the one at school, but I get to have your body against mine all night.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll try to persevere through it.”

When the movie starts we both get quiet. Instead of talking, like Eric normally does, his hand runs up and down my body. He’ll rest his hand on my thigh for a little bit before sliding it up to my waist. Eventually his hand rests against my chest. Slowly his fingers find my nipple. His finger starts to circle around it, making it hard. Once my nipple is hard he starts to pull it- teasing me.

“Do you like that?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes.” I moan.

He starts to kiss my neck. He gently nips it before soothing it with his tongue. He nips my ear lobe. “You’re so sexy Tris. I’m never letting any other guy get a chance to be with you.”

I turn around to face him. I bring my lips to his for a quick kiss, before moving to his ear. “Who said that any other guy would ever get a chance with me- let alone measure up to you?” I bring my lips to his for a passionate kiss. Eric moves so he’s on top of me. His arms are caging me in. My legs wrap around his waist.

“I love you so much Tris.” He kisses me again. His tongue glides against my lips begging for entrance. Immediately I open my lips, letting his tongue dance against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck keeping him close to me.

The door to the basement opens. Eric and I pull apart. I try to push him off me, but he’s too strong. A guy about Eric’s height walks down. I can only assume that it’s his older brother Trevor. He looks just like Eric, but with longer hair. His hair has the same curl as Eric’s. The genes are strong in this family. I wonder if they look like their mother or father more.

“Who’s car is that in the drive way?” He asks as he hits the last step.

“My girlfriends.” Eric smiles. He sits back, pulling me up with him. “Trevor this is my girlfriend Tris. Tris this is my older brother Trevor.”

I smile at him. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise. I told Eric I couldn’t wait to meet the girl who made him whipped.” Trevor laughs.

Eric mumbles something like yeah right. I can feel my cheeks go red. “He’s not whipped, far from it actually.”

“That’s now what I’ve seen the past couple of days.” Trevor smirks. “If you could only see him on the phone as he talks to you.”

“Shut up.” Eric warns with a smile. “I thought you were leaving now?”

“I have a little while before I’ve gotta go. I just wanted to meet your girlfriend first.” He smiles at me. I can tell that Trevor is going to do something to embarrass Eric. “She’s pretty bro, are you sure that she definitely wants to be with you?”

Eric rolls his eyes. “As if Tris would like you.”

“I don’t know Eric. You’re brothers pretty good looking. Not to mention older and wiser.” I laugh. Trevor’s far from my type, he reminds me of an older and kinder version of Caleb.

“Yeah right, you only think he’s good looking because we look alike. You love me.” He smiles.

“He’s right. I do. Sorry Trevor. We’ll have to have our secret rendezvous another time.” I smile.

Trevor laughs. “I like her. If you break up with her Eric I’m stealing her.”

Eric sighs next to me. “Don’t you have a party to get to?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you both in the New Year. Tris it was a pleasure to meet you.” He smiles. “Have fun tonight guys.”

I look over at Eric. “You guys are clones.”

Eric laughs. “Wait until you see pictures of us as kids. Everyone thought that we were twins.”

Eric POV

I fix my tie again. I can’t get it to lay right. I hear a laugh from the doorway. I look up to see Tris standing there in a beautiful black lace dress. I can’t help, but stare at her. She looks gorgeous. I take her in, from her red heels to her curled hair. “You look beautiful.” I tell her. “No you look better than beautiful, stunning, striking, picturesque.”

Tris laughs. “You look handsome too Eric. Did you peak at my shoes? Your tie matches me. Too bad we don’t have people here to take a picture of us.”

I smile at her. “I don’t need a picture of us. This will forever be engrained in my memory.”

Tris bites her lip. She walks over to me. God her legs go on for miles in that dress. “Do you want me to fix that for you?”

I shake my head. I watch as she expertly ties my tie. She get’s it to lie properly, unlike me.

“There you go.” She smiles. She pulls me by my tie and kisses me. My hands grip her waist. Tris is the one who deepens the kiss. When she eventually pulls away, my lips go to her neck gently kissing and nipping it.

I pull back and smile at her. “God you’re so beautiful. I’m way too lucky.”

Tris laughs. “You look very handsome. I think you should only wear suits from now on.”

“I hate them, but for you I’d do it.” I smirk at her. “You need to wear that dress again. It’s sexy.” I kiss her neck. “I’m dying to see what you have underneath it.” I look at the blush forming on her cheeks.

“You’ll see later. I promise.”

I bite my lip to keep myself from groaning. I can’t wait for later… Eventually the clock strikes twelve. I immediately pull Tris to me and kiss her.

“Happy new years baby.” I whisper in her ear.

“Happy new years.” She smiles. She bites her lip, she’s thinking about something. Something that she finds embarrassing. This is her tell. “Eric I want you to make love to me tonight. I want to experience this with you.”

“You’re sure?” I ask her.

“Yes.” She gently kisses me.

I smile at her, taking her hand in mine. I lead her up to my room. I can’t help but think it’s ironic that it’s her first time and it’s my first time having a girl in my room here. I gently place her on my bed. I pull off her shoes, throwing them over my shoulder. “You’re definitely sure Tris?”

“Yes.” She smiles. “I want to have sex with you. I want you to be the first and last person I sleep with.”

I smile at her. My hand reaches behind her. I slowly undo the small zipper on her dress. Tris smiles at me. I pull her up and watch as the dress falls from her body. I bite my lip. She wasn’t wearing a bra with her dress and the panties she’s wearing are see through. I know what type of panties she normally wears. They’re cute simple cotton ones. She bought these for this reason.

“You know starring at me is only prolonging this Eric.” She muses.

“You are so gorgeous.” I whisper in her ear. “I am the luckiest guy in the world.”

Tris grabs my hair and kisses me. Her hands slide away from my hair and go to my shirt. She undoes my tie pulling it off slowly. Her hands move to my shirt, undoing the buttons quickly. She pulls it off me. Her hands are tracing the groves on my stomach.

I gently lift her up and put her on the bed. I climb up and slowly kiss up her body. I skip over her breasts and go directly to her lips claiming them as mine. I pull back and look at her. “You are so beautiful.”

“You look like a Calvin Klein model Eric.” She giggles.

I laugh at her. “It’s a good thing I’ve got my Calvin’s on.” I kiss her again. I kiss down to her neck. I gently suck that spot that makes her sigh. I pull back and see I’ve left a small mark on her. I smirk. I kiss across her collarbone.

Tris reaches down to my pants undoing my belt pushing them down with her hands before using her feet to push them down more.

“You are so beautiful.” I tell her. “If I could paint you would be my muse. If I could sing, all of my songs would be about your beauty.” I know I sound cheesy, and I don’t care.

Tris laughs. “Just kiss me Eric.”

I do just that. I feel Tris move my hand to her chest. I smile against her lips. My hand gently touches her breast. She moans when my thumb brushes her nipple. I pull away from her and smile. I take her nipple in my mouth and gently suck.

Tris’ back arches her hand tangles in my hair pulling me closer. I feel myself grow harder. I grind myself against her. Tris pulls my mouth away from her chest back to her lips. Her hand slides down my chest and in to my boxers. She wraps her hand around my erection. I moan in to her mouth. My hips are moving against her hand.

“God that feels so good Tris.” I breathe into her neck. I wait another minute before moving her hand. She raises an eyebrow at me. “I want you to feel good. Trust me.”

Tris POV

Eric kisses down my body. He pauses at my nipples taking one in his mouth, while his hand plays with the other. I’m on sensory overload. Everything Eric is doing to me feels amazing. The way he is treating my body makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

He kisses down my stomach, gently nipping with each kiss. He slowly removes my panties pulling them down my legs, parting my legs, kissing down my right leg. He stops when he gets to my inner thigh. He moves to my left leg kissing down it. He pauses when he gets to my inner thigh again. He looks at me with a smirk.

“Don’t tease me Eric. Not now. Please. I want your tongue on me.” I breathe.

“Your wish is my command baby.” He gently bites my thigh before I feel his tongue on my folds. His tongue strokes me again; it’s just as amazing as the first time he went down on me.

I breathe his name. My hand goes to his hair gently pulling, while the other grips the sheet.

His tongue repeatedly brushes against my clit, his lips gently wrapping around it as he pushes a finger in to me. His finger moves faster. His tongue feels like heaven. I grow closer to my orgasm. I can’t help, but repeat Eric’s name over and over. He adds another finger in me. He curls them, just right, and my orgasm explodes.

I look at Eric who has a smirk on his face. “That is so sexy baby.” He puts his fingers in his mouth. “And you taste really good.” He gets up from the bed. He takes off his pants and boxers. Eric pulls a condom out of his pocket and climbs back up with a triumphant smile, nestling himself between my legs.

I reach to stroke him, but Eric gently guides my hand away from him. I tilt my in confusion.

“This is about you baby.” He leans forward and kisses my lips before moving to my neck. He pulls back with a smile. He opens the small foil packet with his teeth, before he rolls the condom on to himself.

I look down at his length, biting my lip. Honestly, that’s supposed to fit inside me?

Eric leans forward and kisses me. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

“I want this Eric. I want to experience this with you.” I guide him to my entrance. “Go slow.” I place my hands on his shoulder slightly squeezing, telling him that I’m ready.

He gently pushes himself in, inch by inch. His lips never leave mine. When he’s all the way in he pauses allowing me to adjust to him. It takes a minute, but I tell him to move slowly.

He slowly rocks in and out of me. Once the pain goes away it feels amazing. Eric pulls my legs so they’re wrapped around his waist. I pull Eric’s lips to mine, my tongue dancing against his.

“God Tris you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He breathes against my neck. Eric pulls back getting off the bed pulling me to the end. He stands in front of me and enters me again.

I can’t help the loud moan that leaves my lips from this new position. Eric is moving faster and it feels amazing. His hand moves from my thigh to my clit, his fingers rubbing tight circles. “Shit Eric that feels amazing.” I can feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. I can feel myself tightening around Eric. He thrusts in me one more time before I explode. Eric smirks before going faster. He slams in to me a couple times before slowing with a grunt.

He rests his head on my stomach. “God that was amazing.” He breathes.

“Mhmm.” I agree. My hand moves some hair out of his face.

Eric smiles at me. He gets up and walks over to the trash, getting rid of the condom. He tosses me one of his t-shirts before putting his boxers on.

I smile as I pull his shirt over my head. I climb next to him under the covers. I sigh in contentment as Eric pulls me to him.

“I know we had a lot of stuff going on last semester, but do you think we can have a calm spring semester?” Eric smiles.

“I think that’s a possibility Eric.” I smile. “We have our future ahead of us. It is a new year after all.”