Warning: NSFW stuff like thats all this is. this is for everyone that asked for more smut between Boomer and Claudia. So, enjoy. This is about my character Claudia and Boomer from my fic New in the Neighborhood, but you dont need to read that to enjoy this.
AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL THE LONELY HEARTS OUT THERE!
Capt. Boomerang X OFC [Claudia] // Suicide Squad
word count: 2,140
Lonely Hearts
It took Claudia a little while to decipher Digger's handwriting at first. She didn't expect he'd reply often and once she did finally receive a response, she was ecstatic. It was a scan of note paper which he had scribbled wildly across in sharpie, paying no mind to the horizontal blue lines. Once she had finally worked out what the letter said she couldn't help but blush. He was no poet laureate, but she'd be lying if she said didn't have a physical response to his words, 'I can't sleep at night. All I think about is your tight cunt around me cock, shocking and squeezing me as you cum.'
Claudia had also been having trouble sleeping, staying up thinking about him at all hours of the night. The evening before she laid awake on her mattress, staring at the opening above her bed, remembering how he'd try to sneak up on her. It was more than obvious whenever Digger was on the roof, his heavy footsteps shaking the tin sheeting as he stomped across it. Even if she had been asleep, by the time he peeked over the edge she'd be awake enough to know what he was planning. She would pull her arms in close, lying still in the center of the bed, aware of what he was going to do and humoring him anyway.
With a growl he'd jump forward, his arms and legs outstretched like a spider dropping from above. He'd catch himself against the bed on either side of Claudia, preventing himself from crashing into her. He would then lean forward and kiss the side of her face. This wasn't some sweet, chaste peck on her cheek, no he had this way of kissing, just barely licking before nipping at her skin. Claudia giggled, feeling an excited energy rush through her at his touch. A small shock connected with his gold tooth as he pulled away leaning back on his haunches over her.
"Wan'ta see what I found?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"Sure, ok," Claudia replied with a smile, sitting up as Digger climbed off the bed and headed to the door. Undoing the bolts, he swung it open and grabbed something from the stairs.
"Check this out," he announced revealing a large, silver rectangular box, "I used ta have one just like this when I was little, best birthday gift I eva' got. This one's busted but I thought maybe yeh can fix it?" he explained, placing the boombox on the bed in front of her. Claudia had never seen an old school ghetto blaster like this before, it looked straight out of a Spike Lee joint. She could tell by looking at the exterior that it was in good shape, though scuffed up, and as she took it in her hands she sent a small pulse, feeling the dead ends of the dislodged and broken wires inside.
"Yeah I should be able to fix this no problem," she replied with a nod as she looked up at him, "It might take me a little while, do you want to watch the end of the movie we started last night while I work?"
"What one was it?" he asked furrowing his brow. Claudia wasn't surprised, he usually got bored with the movies and entertained himself with her instead, which is why they so rarely finished a film in one sitting.
"Eyes Without a Face," she replied as his hand absently drifted her her upper thigh, "It was the French one about the crazy plastic surgeon and his daughter in the creepy blank mask."
"Oh yeah," he said trying to sound like he actually remembered as his thumb drew lazy circles along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Claudia chuckled, reading him easily.
"Don't worry," she replied leaning forward, connecting her lips with his, "It won't take long, just be patient," Claudia smiled as she pulled back.
"I don' know tha' word," he growled in a low voice, his eyes trained on her mouth. She couldn't help but bite her lip, watching for his response. Digger's fingers tightened around her leg but she swatted his hand away, gathering the old boombox and moving over to her work station.
Digger sat back with an annoyed sigh, leaning into the pillows while the tv screen clicked on as Claudia walked by, continuing from where they'd stopped last night. She could feel his eyes on her and not the film as she started to work on dismantling the electronic.
So, maybe she swayed her hips a little bit more as she moved, but she had never enjoyed attention like this before. Digger loved everything she did and this just made her want to do more for him. Claudia looked over her shoulder eyeing him coyly, noticing he had already settled into his common repose with one arm resting behind his head, and his other hand tucked just under the waistband of his jeans as he watched her.
Just the thought of how he'd look at her still made Claudia's knees shake. She'd try to remain still, standing at the small workstation attempting to focus on soldering wires, though she couldn't help but squeeze her knees together as she stood, knowing he was studying her with a hungry stare.
Now that Digger was gone Claudia had no release, she'd tried a hundred times but her fingers could never feel like him. Eagerly she typed her reply, letting out her stream of consciousness into the text file, saying how much she wanted him.
'I was thinking about the time you found the old boombox,' Claudia's letter began. Digger had no problem with recalling that day. It was back in their wonderful but short time together. Where they had nothing to do but each other. He groaned as he read through the print out the guards had given him of Claudia's most recent email. He had stock piled each of her messages, saving every sheet of paper they gave him. Once she had tried to send him a picture of herself, but the image file had got corrupted in transit. Still he stared at the distorted and glitched shot of her everyday.
He closed his eyes as his head rolled back, thinking of how she would walk across the room shaking her hips, knowing his eyes were trained on the black knickers that covered her ass. He slid his hand down his abdomen and under the elastic band of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his half formed erection. He tried to imagine it was her small, soft, static touch rather than his own callouses scraping against him as he slowly stroked himself.
Digger could picture Claudia perfectly in his mind, watching the way she stood, acting like she was ignoring him, but he could see the way she would cross her legs, tensing her thighs and he knew she was thinking of him. Digger enjoyed lounging, seeing the affect that just the thought of him had on her. He tried to wait but he was never known for his patience.
Pushing himself up from the mattress, Digger crossed the room in a few simple strides, quickly finding himself close behind her. He slid his hands along Claudia's hips, pulling her against him before he let his fingers snake up her abdomen and underneath her shirt while leaning forward, allowing his warm breath to dance across the shell of her ear. He could feel her breathing hitch as his fingertips skimmed over her breast. Grinning to himself, Digger pinched her nipples, reveling in the way her hips pushed back against him in response, causing his pants to grow tighter as his dick twitched.
"Are you," Claudia began in a breathy voice, "Are you really fondling me while I have hot soldering tools in my hands?" She chided in a wanton tone that did not match her statement. Digger did not respond with words, instead he rolled the sensitive peaks of her breast between his fingertips as he buried his face in the corner of her shoulder and neck, letting his chops tickle her skin as he nipped at her pulse point. Claudia dropped what she was doing and placed her hands flat on the desk, letting out a deep groan as she grinded her ass against him, obviously enjoying his attention.
This was what got him excited, he could tell that she wanted him and was putty in his hands. She'd let him doing anything and he was ready to try. She giggled playfully as he easily lifted her form, carrying her back to the bed. He watched as she bounced on the bed sheets, laughing after he threw her down.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a impish voice as she looked at him through her eyelashes. Again Digger chose to respond with actions instead of words. Diving forward he buried his face between her legs, pressing his tongue flat against her folds though her underwear. He could already taste her juices seeping through the cotton as Claudia threw her head back with a loud, surprised moan.
He could feel her hand raking through the hair on top of his head as he pulled back, taking a moment to remove her knickers. Eagerly he pushed his mouth back between her thighs, kissing and pulling on her clit as he teased her hole with his fingers.
Digger's ministrations were sloppy and chaotic, doing literally anything he could to make her moan louder. Gauging himself by the sound her panting breaths, he pumped two fingers inside her as his tongue continued to circle her clit. He could feel the small shocks along his digits growing stronger as he curled his fingers, knowing she was getting closer to letting go.
Claudia was also aware of her oncoming orgasm, the tension beneath her belly becoming close to unbearable. In her absent minded state she managed to yank at the curls on the crown of his head hard enough that he backed up for a second, "Stop, stop," she gasped, clutching his hair.
"What's wrong?" Digger asked, confused for a moment as he studied her, watching her chest rise and fall as she took deep uneven breaths.
"Nothing," she started, as he eyed her, "Please," she panted, watching the smirk slowly crawl across his face, "Please, just fuck me," Claudia begged and Digger was more than happy to oblige. He shed his clothes as fast as he could as she watched him, letting her hands drift to her tits, continuing to play her nipples as he fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Fuck," Digger hissed as finally managed to kick off his jeans and climb on top of her. He pressed his hips against hers, letting his erection stroke against her clit as he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. His lips were still slick with her juices as she returned his affections, snaking her hands under his arms to scratch at his shoulder blades.
"Please," she whined and Digger finally gave in. With a single thrust he slid himself into her, groaning at the tight warmth and tingle of her walls around him. Claudia gasped at the intrusion, her head falling back as she moved her hips against him, linking her knees around thighs.
"That's it, moan for the Captain, luv," Digger growled while leaning forward and biting at the skin over her collarbone as he pulled his hips back before ramming himself into her, pounding against her into the bed.
Digger continued to thrust back and forth at a rapid pace, watching the way her small breast bounced in rhythm with his movements. He couldn't help but take one in his mouth, teasing at her pebbled skin with his tongue as she continued to whimper underneath him as the head of his dick rubbed against that perfect spot within her. Claudia's arms clung to his shoulder with a limp grip while her eyes rolled back as she let go, giving into the feeling of him and releasing a large shock of energy that radiated out from her center, shooting through him too.
With a grunt and a jerk of his hips, Digger came into his hand. He tried to hold on to the fleeting memories of Claudia underneath him but soon found himself facing the cold reality of the concrete jail cell wall in front of him. Digger breathed slowly as he came down, sighing as he looked at the distorted picture of her pinned next to his cot. He was happy he could at least see her eyes, even if they didn't line up. He wondered what she was doing and would probably be comforted to know, at that moment Claudia was sitting at her desk, sighing as she looked at the single grainy photo she had of him.
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Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy
word count: 5,510
if i had legs
i'd get up and move
if i had arms
i'd put up a fight
Rachel's knuckles brushed against mine as she lifted a spoonful of macaroni with her other hand. I smiled at her as l ate my breakfast.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked, scooping up more food.
"Alright," I replied with a shrug as I pulled off a piece my bagel, "How was the fence?" I returned before tossing the bite-sized bit in my mouth. Due to the drastic differences in our sleep schedules, we had fallen into a pattern of spending our meals together. Breakfast and Dinner were the only times that we were both awake and free to spend time with each other.
"It was long," she shrugged, "Do you know when you're going to be back, working guard duty?" she asked. I could feel my expression fall at the mention, it was not the first time this conversation had come up. The other night I had been tired after a long day and complained about sitting around doing paperwork to Rachel as I ate my dinner. I was looking for a bit of sympathy but instead she insisted I talk to Eric, demanding that he reassign me to guard supervision on The Fence again.
"No I haven't," I mumbled, fidgeting with the food in my hand, "It's not really easy to approach Eric with requests, let alone demands," I mentioned before taking another bite.
"You need to stand up for yourself, stand up to him," she insisted, taking my hand, "He can't treat you like this."
I let out a heavy sigh while looking away to the clock on the wall, "I should get going soon."
"Hey, I'm sorry," Rachel said quickly, giving my hand a squeeze, "I wasn't trying to upset you. Listen, I have tomorrow night off and my friend is throwing a party. We should go and dance, we won't have to talk about anything," she gave me a sincere look which made me smile.
"Ok," I nodded, "That sounds fun."
I had the office to myself for the day. Eric was at Erudite for a meeting and had taken Alexander as his shadow for a change. It was peaceful being alone, listening to the light tapping of the rain against the glass panes of the window. Unburdened by Eric's constant supervision I found myself taking more frequent breaks, stopping to lean on the sill and watch the gray clouds that hid the tops of the half decayed buildings.
This was Layla's favorite kind of weather, despite the popular opinion in Amity. Most everyone in the faction loved to be out in the warm sun singing and working, but she prefered when it'd rain and everyone would hide inside by the warm fire. She said it felt like the world had resigned to rest, with all normal activities impeded by the weather.
"Everything is prettier," she insisted one day as we stood under the awning, watching our classmates hurrying through the downpour, jackets and umbrellas stretched out above their heads. The truck back to Amity was at the market, about three blocks away from the school building. Usually we'd all walk together as group but today everyone darted out one by one as they built up the nerve to brave the rain.
"Ready?" I asked, looking at Layla as I gave her hand a squeeze.
"I don't want to run," she said, "Let's go slow."
"But we'll get soaked," I pointed out as she kicked her sandals off, tying them to her backpack.
"So?" she challenged. I smiled, following her example before she led me away from the temporary shelter of the overhang. We were instantly drenched as we waked. I can remember the way her hair sagged with the weight of the water, loosing it's usual round shape as drips fell from her dark curls.
The overcast clouds seemed to make the already gray city even more dull. From the wet concrete to the few glass windows that reflected the dark sky above, everything was desaturated as if the rain had washed away all and any color. Everything that is, but Layla. She was a splash of warmth against the cold, industrial environment. Her orange dress hung limp around her, the wet linen clinging to her skin. Her palm felt snug against mine as we purposely strode through the puddles, laughing as we kicked up the water.
We were the last to round the corner. The driver gave us a disapproving look for being late as we hurried to the back of the truck. The others reached out, helping to pull us up on to the now empty flatbed. We sat on the pallets that had previously held the food delivery as the engine roared to life. One of the adults pulled out a fleece blanket from her satchel and offered it to Layla and me. Wrapping it around ourselves, we snuggled closer. I rested my head on her shoulder as we leaned back, settling in for the bumpy ride back to the farm.
I sighed at the memory before returning to my current task at hand.
That evening I sat at the island in Mae's kitchen, slumped forward with my cheek resting on my palm as she marinated some chicken. She stood still, having stopped mid-motion to look at me with surprise. I eyed her face as she processed what I had just told her.
"So you slept with two people," she began, I nodded watching her slowly realize what I'd done, "Two people who you're pretty sure don't even remotely like each other, and you did it within twelve hours of each other?" I pursed my mouth, pulling my lips tight as I nodded again, looking away.
"Well I'll tell you one thing," Mae said, almost laughing, "No one can say you're not Dauntless material anymore," she joked.
"Oh come on," I scoffed rolling my eyes at her.
"Do they know?" she asked, still smiling to herself as she returned to her prep.
"Rachel doesn't know, but I'm pretty sure Eric does. I think he figured it out," I shrugged as the front door to the apartment opened.
"I'm home," Jason's voice called from the other room as Mae quickly wiped her hands off on her apron. "Oh hey Mott," he greeted as he walked into the kitchen, nudging my shoulder with his elbow as he moved around me to give his wife a quick kiss.
"So what you two gossiping about?" he asked as he quickly dipped his finger in the marinade, tasting it as Mae lightly slapped his arm.
"Nothing really-," I started to say before Mae cut me off.
"Eric's being a jerk to Mott again," she explained as Jason gave a knowing nod.
"The guy's been the talk of the compound today," he mentioned as he climbed on to the stool next to me, "He got into some big fight in The Pit."
"What?" Mae and I asked together.
"With who? Are they ok?" she continued as Jason grabbed the loaf of bread from the center of the island, ripping off a piece.
"Some chick, it didn't got physical though. I was the one who noticed it on the cameras so I sent someone to intervene. Apparently she got one good slap before they broke it up," Jason elaborated with a shrug as he chewed on the bread.
"You think it was Rachel?" Mae turned, directing the question to me.
"I don't know," I groaned, holding my head with my hands while resting my elbows on the counter, "I really hope not, I can't imagine what they'd say to each other. I don't want to imagine."
The next morning I didn't see Rachel in the mess hall. I assumed she was using her time off to sleep in. I found my way to Eric's office where I was surprisingly, yet again designated to sorting the never ending pile of reports. I was left to my own functions for most of the day as Eric came and went. Thankfully I was on the downside of the sorting where I was returning the folders to their respective file cabinets and tossing the outdated reports.
I stood, humming to myself as I thumbed through the contents of the drawer. I pulled out the old folders, dropping their contents in the trashcan I had put next to be me before replacing each one. Eric had been in and out of the office all day but I paid him no mind. He had gone back to ignoring me as expected. We hadn't spoken out right since the train ride, though I'm not sure I had anything I wanted to say.
I was relieved when the clock finally struck five. I felt like I had been watching the minute hand all day, waiting for my chance to leave. I was quick to gather my things, throwing my pack over my shoulder as I turned towards the door. Before I could take a step I noticed the knob twisting, and without hesitation I knew who it was.
Eric eyed me as he stepped over the threshold into his office, "You going somewhere?" he asked as he stopped to stand in front of me.
"Yes," I replied, gesturing towards the clock, "My shift's over, and I'm going out tonight."
"Going out where?" he questioned as he slowly stepped closer.
I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stood my ground, "I'm going to a party with Rachel," I declared, watching Eric's bemused smirk drop at my words. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go," I asserted as I pushed past him, pulling the door shut behind me before he could respond.
From the moment I arrived at her door, something seemed off about Rachel. She was quite as we climbed the stairwell to the party. I guessed she was tired and tried not to think about it, but once inside the crowded apartment her entire demeanor changed. Suddenly she was excitable and friendly, freely giving out hugs while greeting the people she knew as we made a bee-line for the drinks.
The kitchen table was littered with bottles of booze, varying in contents, type, and size. Rachel grabbed at the neck of a random bottle that was still mostly full, pouring a generous helping into two plastic cups, topping them off with a splash of mixer. She handed one cup to me before holding hers out.
"Cheers," she said, giving me an actual smile for the first time tonight.
"Cheers," I replied, smiling as I tapped the lip of my cup to hers. She linked her free arm with mine as I took a drink, leading me into the other room. Though the apartment was quite large, especially compared to the broom closet I lived in, the place was packed from wall to wall with revling soldiers letting loose. The crowd of bodies moved as one, jumping and swaying to the deafening music. Rachel turned to face me, stepping closer with a hand on my waist as she moved with the others.
"I love this song," she shouted in my ear before taking a big gulp. She pulled my hips closer to her, guiding me to move with her. I felt stiff and awkward, unsure of what to do. I copied her motions, trying not to overthink as I took another drink. Rachel spun around, pressing her butt into my hips as she guided my hand to rest on her stomach, holding her close to me. Her fingers skimmed over the skin on my arm as she trailed her hand upwards, her hips continuing to guide my movements. She brushed along my jaw bone prompting me to lean forward. She looked at me through her lashes as I let my lips just barely touch hers. I faltered unsure of what to do, still confused by her mood swings. Though our lips were tantalizing close, I still didn't know if she wanted me to kiss her.
Rachel closed the distance herself, capturing my mouth with hers. There was a hunger behind her kiss while she nipped my bottom lip. I slid my tongue past her teeth as my hand gripped her tighter. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my head forward as she tried to deepen the kiss, despite the awkward angle. She rolled her hips, grinding against me as she tugged on my hair. I groaned into her mouth at the sensation, focusing solely on her and the way she moved. I barely registered there was anyone else in the room with us as her soft lips moved against mine.
I was brought back to reality at a jarring rate when the song ended and she pulled away. I smiled at her, blinking a few times, watching as she took a drink.
"We should go see if anyone's playing some games," Rachel suggested as she took my hand. She crossed the crowded living room to a sliding glass door which lead to a balcony. There was a small group of people cheering on a dark haired guy as he chugged a beer, slamming the can on the table in front of him once he finished.
"Hey Rach!" someone called as I shivered in the cold air. I recognized the person speaking as Suz, the artist who did my tattoo. She sat at the small table encircled by people I didn't know. Suz scooted over, making room on the bench for us. "Perfect timing," she began as she gathered the cards on the table, "We're just about to start a new round."
"You know how to play?" Rachel asked, looking at me as Suz shuffled the playing cards and one of the guys put a new can of beer in the center of the table. I shook my head as I looked around at the others. "It's super easy," she started, "You know how to play Dauntless or Candor, right?" I nodded though it'd been years since I'd indulged in the playground game. "So if you draw black, you get Dauntless and have to do whatever the person holding the deck tells you. If you get red, you got to answer a question."
"That seems easy enough," I mumbled as I took a drink.
"At the end of your turn you put the card under the beer's tab. The person that cracks the beer has to down it. Then the game starts over," Suz added as she fanned out the cards in her hand, "Just watch and you'll get it soon enough," she held her arms across the table to a small girl in glasses, "Ok Pat, you first." The girl reached across the surface grabbing a random card without hesitation. She flipped it over in her hand to reveal the seven of hearts.
"Ooh, red!" Suz mused as she rubbed her chin, considering the options, "Ok I got one I always wanted to know," she began with a teasing smirk, "Is it true your full name is actually Patience?"
"Yeah it is," Pat replied with a sigh and roll of her eyes, "It's a stupid stiff name my parents chose. I couldn't wait to pick a new one when I transfered," she explained as she stuck the card under the beer tab. Suz handed over the deck, and Pat gave a quick shuffle before turning to the dark haired boy next to her, "Ok Josh, your turn."
"Ugh not again," Josh groaned as he revealed the ten of spades and Pat gave an evil laugh. It was easy to tell by her grin that she had a wicked idea in store as she leaned to the side looking over the metal railing.
"You see that apartment with the lights on?" She asked pointing to a balcony a storey below us. Being on the far side of the table, Rachel, Suz, and I, along with few others had to stand up to get a look at where she was pointing, "You have to climb down to that apartment and scare whoever is in there."
"That's a good one," another girl commented as we all waited for Josh.
"Easy," he dismissed as he pulled off his jacket, throwing it in Pat's face. He wrapped his hands around the railing and swung his feet over. He grabbed at the bars holding the rail up as we all leaned forward to watch. He easily swung from one bar to the next, before kicking his feet to propel himself the neighboring balcony.
"How's he going to get down?" I asked quietly, transfixed by his display of agility. Even for a Dauntless soldier it seemed reckless to free climb at this height.
"The idiot will probably just drop," Suz guessed before he did just that. Once he had positioned himself he let go of the bars in his grasp, letting himself drop about two yards before reaching out to grab the railing of his target apartment. We could hear him hiss at the pain at the sudden contact but he was quick to pull himself up and over the railing. He disappeared from view and it was silent on the balcony as we all held our breath in anticipation, leaning forward to try and see.
"You think he's-," someone began before being cut off by a scream and the sound of glass shattering. There was another moment of silence before Josh stuck his head out over the lower balcony railing.
"Be there in a second, I'm gon take the stairs this time," he yelled as he gave us a thumbs up grinning and holding a tissue over what looked like a bloody nose.
The game continued on his return, with the next person drawing red. The deck was passed around the table as we drank and played, with everyone answering questions or following through with stupid tasks. With each draw the challenges get more risky and the queries more probing. Still no one held the deck up to me, so I sat quietly and watched.
The seal on the beer was about to crack as Rachel slid the eight of diamonds underneath the tab. She took the deck from a boy who'd asked her about her shoe size and fanned the remaining cards between her fingers while turning to face me.
"Ok, Mott, your turn!" she said with a smile. I reached out, hesitating as I let my hand hover over the cards before grabbing one to the left. I looked quickly before turning it around to show the others, I'd drawn the ace of hearts.
"Candor!" Suz shouted, "That's a question!"
I waited nervously as Rachel pondered. I felt anxious under the watch of everyone at the table as she thought. When she finally looked up at me the drunken, playful gleam in her eye was gone.
"Have you been with Eric?" she asked flatly, staring me in the eye.
"What?" I laughed as I looked around the table. Everyone else present had noticed the change in tone, "Of course, I mean I work for him, I'm with him all day."
"That's not what I meant," she returned, though I had understood her intention.
"I'm not talking about that right now," I replied quietly to her, more aware now of the other's scrutiny than before.
"You drew red, you have to answer," Rachel insisted. I took one last look around the table of her friends before I stood and left. I felt like there was a belt tightening around my chest as I shouldered my way through the crowd to the exit. Once in the hallway I leaned against the wall and let out a sob. I didn't understand why she would put me on the spot like that.
I heard the apartment door behind me open and close before she spoke, "I already know," her voice was cold and the last thing I wanted to hear, "Eric was eager to tell me all about it." She reached out to grab my arm but I jerked away.
"I know you didn't want me here," I spat at her, "I see that now, so I'm going to leave and you can go back to your friends to tell them how awful I am," I didn't wait for her response before I left.
I wiped at my eyes as I paused in the stairwell, standing at the door to the second level. It wasn't my floor but this was where my feet had lead me. I lived further up up but I found myself pausing, knowing Eric was just down the hall.
Sliding past the door I stepped as quietly as I could, realizing most of the apartments on this floor belonged to leaders and they were the last people I wanted to upset. Thought my vision was slightly blurred from the booze I'd had, I was able to focus on the silver '13' that designated Eric's apartment. I could tell he was awake by the light shining through the door jam. Holding my breath, I reached up and gently rapped my knuckles against the wood. Pulling my fist away I paused, unsure if I should knock again as I heard movement from the other side.
In a moment the door swung open to reveal a drowsy, shirtless Eric clad only in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants. I blushed, looking away, avoiding his scrutiny as he grinned to himself at the sight of me visibly upset and drunk on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He knew where I'd been and I'm sure he could guess by my tears why I was here.
"I thought you were going out tonight?" he asked in spite of the obviously evidence.
"Can I come in?" I requested, ignoring his antagonizing question as I stepped forward, closing the distance between us though he stayed still, blocking the entrance to his apartment.
"I thought you were out with Rachel?" he questioned as he looked down at me. I paused resting my hand on his chest as I looked away to my feet.
"We got in a fight," I replied in a mumble as I felt him laugh, the muscles of his abdomen shifting under my palm.
"A fight?" he teased in with a smug tone, "A fight about what?"
I turned my head up quickly locking eyes with him, "About you, ok?"
"And why were you fighting about me?" Eric asked as he leaned in, his face mere inches from mine. I shuddered under his attention, his words sparking a familiar buzz inside of me.
"I'm sure you can guess," I responded flatly, trying to hide the way he made me feel.
"Tell me," he insisted while keeping a tantalizingly close distances between our lips.
"Because," I choked out on impulse, "because I like you so much better when you're naked," I finally admitted, placing both my hands flat against his bare chest. We were so close I could barely see the self satisfied smirk Eric wore as he allowed me to push him into the room away from the entrance. I heard the door slam shut behind us as I captured his lips with mine, snaking my arms around his neck. I pulled at his bottom lip, humming at the sensation of his large hands wrapping around my hips. I felt everything, hyperaware of every inch of his skin that brushed against mine. I moaned into his kiss as our tongues wrestled and I pressed myself closer against him.
He pulled at my thighs, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist as he began to cross the apartment to his bedroom. His fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom and I shivered at the feeling of his half formed erection as it teased against my center while he held my hips against him. I unconsciously shifted my body, clawing at his shoulders, eager just to feel more of him connecting with me before he let go, dropping me unceremoniously onto his mattress.
I felt a lurch inside me as I sat there watching Eric rub himself through his pants, eyeing me with a hungry stare. Just the thought of what he wanted to do sent a shiver up my spine. I shifted to kneel at the edge of the bed, tugging my shirt over my head as he stepped closer. With one hand he grabbed at the back of my neck, bending forward to pull me into a heated kiss. There was a quiver between my legs as he cupped my breast though the cotton of my bra, slowly massaging my flesh as our tongues wrestled.
My hands danced across his chest, frantic to touch every inch of his skin until eventually, my fingers found their way to his jaw. I pulled him close as I leaned back onto the mattress. Eric broke the kiss as he climbed on to the bed between my legs. His fingers felt cold against my skin, prompting goose bumps to form wherever he touched as he reached behind me to undo the bra clip. Leaving a train of wet kisses along my neck, he yanked off the undergarment without looking. Immediately, his lips encompassed the sensitive skin of my nipple. I arched into him at the sensation, moaning loudly as he teased me with his tongue.
Reaching down, I fumbled with the button to my pants, distracted by Eric's attention as he pinched my opposite nipple. I gasped at the slight shock of pain while he looked at me, grinning. Once he noticed my failing attempts he took over the duty of removing my pants. With a violent jerk the trousers were off my legs and onto the floor. Eric grabbed my wrists, pinning my hands above my head before returning to bite my neck, inciting me to unconsciously roll my hips against his.
"I like you like this," he whispered in a husky voice, his warm breath tickling my ear.
"Like what?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Eager," he replied before crushing his mouth against mine. With his words I felt another lurch deep inside me. I hummed as he pushed his torso along mine, excited by just the weight of him ontop of me. I bit at his lips as I raked my nails across his scalp, feeling the vibrations of his moans through his chest.
Eric shifted his leg, pushing my knees further apart so he could grind his hips against mine. I broke away from him with a gasp, feeling how wet my underwear had already gotten. I was anxious for his touch and linked my legs around him, keeping his hips tight against mine. No part of me faltered or hesitated for a single moment as I gave in, following instinct rather than logic.
Eric shifted, grabbing my ass as he rolled onto his back, and suddenly I found myself straddling his hips. I bit my lip as I studied how he looked underneath me, with his erection nudging my center. Sheepishly, I rolled against him as my fingertips floated along the skin just above his waistband.
Eric let out a sharp hiss as he pulled at my waist, guiding me to lift my hips. I balanced myself with my hands flat on his abdomen while he reached with one hand, revealing himself from from inside his flannel pants. With his other hand he pushed on my thigh, directing me to lean back until the head of his dick poked me through my damp panties. I gasped, biting my lip and curling my fingers as he reached around my leg, moving the crotch of my underwear to the side as he continued to tease me. He stilled once he had himself lined up before pushing against my thigh again. I gasped as I sat back, easing him inside of me. Slowly but surely I moved, taking my time to adjust to his size.
I whined, feeling stretched to a breaking point by the time his dick was completely buried within me. His hands felt electric as they slid across my skin before his thumb came to rest on my clit. A shock rocked through me at the contact and my eyes shot open, staring at his self satisfied grin.
"I want you to ride me," he ordered as he continued to brush his thumb over the bundle of nerves. I dug my nails into his abs as my body followed his guidance, my hips rocking back and forth against him. His fingers tugged at my bottom and I raised my hips up, groaning at the feeling of him scraping against my inner walls. I continued to lift and drop myself against him as his hands roamed my torso, paying special attention to my breast. He twisted and teased my nipples as I moved, rolling my hips between each thrust so my clit brushed against his pelvic bone. I could tell Eric enjoyed this by the way his hips began to buck, jerking up to meet mine while his hands drifted south to squeeze my hips as his head lulled back.
"Oh fuck," he growled, his fingers digging into my skin as I moved, "Fuck, Mott, just like that," I froze abruptly, surprised by his words.
"Why'd you stop?" Eric asked quickly, his head shooting to look at me. He sat up, balancing himself with one arm on the mattress behind him. My hands drifted up his chest to his shoulders as he move, while I gnawed on my lip trying to stifle my grin.
"You said my name," I explained with a cheeky smirk. Without warning Eric wrapped his arm around my waist and threw me onto my back, quickly beginning to thrust at an unyielding pace as he dug his teeth into the skin between my shoulder and neck. I could feel a familiar tension building under my belly as I clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to keep up with his erratic movements.
"Eric, oh god-!" I shouted while I buried my face in his sounder, clinging to his form as I was hit by my orgasm. My toes curled and my insides tightened around him as he continued, unperturbed while I trembled underneath him. It wasn't long before I could feel the muscles of his bottom clenching under my calves and he went rigid. He twitched inside of me as he came, groaning into my skin. He slumped against me as his body relaxed and the spasms receded. I made no effort to move from under his weight as his deep breaths tickled the skin of my neck, still tender from his aggressive bites.
After a moment Eric began to move, propping himself on his elbows as he looked at me, splayed across his bedding underneath him. With a quick kiss he pulled away, removing himself from within me. I shuddered at the loss as I watched him climb under the bed sheets before he lifted the covers up further and motioned for me to join him. I groaned as I moved, slightly sore from his treatment as I shuffled, curling up next to him and falling asleep once my eyes closed.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by a light. I didn't know what time it was but I could tell it was early by the dark skies through the window. I rolled over to find Eric out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt.
"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eye.
He looked over his shoulder for a second, the piercings moving as he quirked his eyebrow at me before he sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. "Nothing, I'm going to work out," he replied.
"Oh," I mumbled as I laid my head back on the pillow, idly watching the way the muscles of his shoulders shifted under the tight fabric of his shirt. I wonder vaguely if he was going to kick me out and tell me to go back to my apartment.
"Do you care about me?" I questioned in a quiet voice as he tied his laces.
He looked at me again, twisting slightly in his seat as he paused to think, "I guess you could say that."
I'm not sure what I expected him to say, I didn't think he was going to confess his undying love for me, but I still felt warm at the thought that he didn't despise me.
"Would you have ever told me if I didn't ask?"
Eric exhaled as he stood up and turned towards the bed, "No, probably not. Now go back to sleep," he ordered as he clicked off the bedside light. I watch the shadow of him move through the dark room to the exit. The door opened and closed and I found myself alone in his bed. All I could think of as I drifted off was that he had let me stay.
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
The lyrics are from the song On the Scared Side by Black Eyes
Thank you for all your feed back so far every bit of it makes me want to write more!
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
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Warning: NSFW yo, this is mostly smut so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it
Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy
word count: 4,045
i've been searching for so long
for someone to
i've been searching for so long
for something, too
Looking around The Pit, I wondered how I let myself be dragged to this. I fiddled with the zipper to the jacket as I sat on a folding chair pulled close to Eric's, his arm resting across the back of my seat as he talked to everyone but me. Looking down at my chest I studied the name patch on the front of the jacket, E. Coulter. Once we had stepped outside the compound to leave he noticed me shiver and insisted I take his coat, throwing it over my shoulders regardless of my response. I slipped my arms into the sleeves without complaint, though I didn't need the extra layer. I found myself shaking at the thought of him forcing me to go to another execution. With every step I took I feared who I may see killed this time.
While I was relieved that it was a pair of factionless men I'd never known before, I was still unable to relax while watching them be hanged. Afterwards Eric spent time visiting with leaders from the other factions as the crowds dispersed, everyone leaving to celebrate at their respective compounds. When he was ready to head out, Eric walked over, placing his hand on the center of my back. He ran his palm along my spine until it came to rest on the nape of my neck with his fingers curling across my shoulders. I could feel the pressure of his hand through the thick jacket material, guiding me back to Dauntless. I hadn't spoken once all night, not since greeting him in The Pit.
Now I sat next to him idly sipping at my drink as he prattled on with his peers. I had seen the three men he was talking to around the compound before but didn't know their names, and Eric hadn't bothered to introduce us. The little bits of their conversations I caught over the loud music seem to be mostly boasting with posterized stories. They didn't get into detail, I suspected, so that the others wouldn't challenge the believability of what they said. That or they didn't care enough about each other to take the time to elaborate. I barely paid attention to them, watching the crowd instead.
I moved, shifting in my seat to stand as Eric snapped to look at me, "Where're you going?" he questioned, ignoring the epic evening his friend was currently retelling.
"Just to get another drink," I shrugged, holding up my empty cup for him to see, "I'll be back in a minute," I added with a wave before sliding my freehand into the jacket pocket. I shouldered my way through the crowd up to the counter. Normally during lunch you could get a quick snack here but tonight it was strictly drinks only. I stood, holding a place at the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender.
I felt a hand come to rest on my bicep just as I made eye contact with the woman across the counter. I looked quickly, jerking my head over my shoulder to find Rachel behind me.
"What do you want?" I could hear the bartender say, yelling over the music.
I stuttered for a moment, turning back and handing her my empty plastic cup, "Vodka tonic," I finally replied, "On Eric's tab," I added at before she left. Once she was busy making the drinks I spun around.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," Rachel exclaimed reaching to wrap her arms around my shoulders, but I did not return the action, "I've missed you," she said, smiling as I stood still.
"What's up?" she finally asked, catching on to my cold demeanor, "What's wrong?"
"If you missed me so much, why'd you have me decommissioned from working out on the fence?" I snapped a little more harshly than I intended, but I was slightly influenced by the alcohol already in my system.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked with a bewildered expression.
"Oh, come on," I scoffed, "I saw the request you wrote asking for someone, anyone other than me," I explained, "Eric showed me." The moment I said his name her face dropped, switching instantly from confused to exasperated.
"You're going to believe something he told you without double checking?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows at me, "You don't think he would go and create a fake report to keep you away from me and all to himself? Because I can promise that I never wrote anything but praise for you in my log notes." Maybe I was a little drunk but she seemed to make sense. The gears in my mind clicked as they moved, slowly accepting the details and implications of her statements. My eyes drifted across the room to Eric's seat but it was empty.
I spotted him starting to edge his way through the crowd towards me. Without thought I grabbed Rachel's hand and ran as fast as I could to the west hallway, away from the party.
Slamming the door to my apartment shut, I spun around to Rachel. I quickly reached out resting my palms along her jaw bone, pulling her close to me as I captured her lips with mine. She responded immediately, sliding her hands around my center while returning the kiss and taking a step backwards. I followed, glued to her as I slid my fingers into her hair. I kissed and pulled at her lips as we stumbled, too interested in each other to notice the furniture. We eventually found our way onto the mattress without breaking the kiss.
Pulling away, I shrugged off the coat while hovering above Rachel, her fingers tugging at the lapel, urging it away. She sat up as I shifted to kneel beside her. We kissed as my palms rested on her shoulder and she reached behind me to undo my zipper. I was wearing the dress she had given me, it being the only garment I own besides my uniform. Eric had complimented me in it when I first saw him, then he promptly offered me his jacket to wear. I let the anger inside me from the realization of his intentions spurn my actions as I sucked at Rachel's neck and moved to take her shirt off. The straps of my dress hung loose, slowly moving down my arms as she and I worked in tandem to remove her pants. I shifted my hips and lifted my knees, kicking my dress to the floor before diving forward, pushing Rachel against the mattress.
I indulged in the feeling of her soft flesh as I slid my hand underneath her bra. Her nipple was hard against my palm as I left open mouth kisses on her sternum. She moaned and shifted, arching her back as she reached underneath to undo the fastener. With a casual flick she discarded the undergarment and I was captivated. I leaned forward, placing my mouth over her nipple as she gripped at my hair. I spun my tongue around the hard bead of her breast, relishing in the sound my actions incited.
I pulled harder at her nipple, encouraged by her moans as I let my free hand slide across her stomach. Her skin felt like velvet under my fingers and I savored the feeling of her warmth under my hand as my fingertips dipped past the waistband to her panties. I ran my fingers through her center, roaming within her lips for the familiar bud. I knew I found it by the hitch in her breathing, and continued to moved my finger back and forth as she gripped my hair and I left a wet trail of kisses up her neck.
Our mouths met in an excited frenzy as I finally moved my finger within her. She groaned into my mouth at the sensation and I could feel her grin as I rubbed my thumb across her clit. I shifted my hand as I let my kisses drift to her jaw bone. I revelled in the noises Rachel made as I moved my hand back and forth, balancing my thumb on her bud of nerves. I was enthralled as I nipped at the various part of her skin, watching her reaction to the simple movements of my hand and knowing that it was me who put her in this state of unrest.
"Oh-," Rachel choked out as she reached up grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away. We shifted so that she had me pinned to the mattress. Leaning forward she captured my lips in a heated kiss. A warmth inside me grew with every small touch. Pulling away she held my gaze through hooded eyelids as she trailed her lips across my stomach. I shivered at the contact before she laced her fingers around the hem of my panties and slid the cotton fabric down my legs.
With an absent toss, Rachel discarded my underwear somewhere on the other side of the room. I laid across the matress, looking down my middle at her as she knelt next to the side of the bed. Pushing my legs further apart she trailed her nose along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Briefly, she made eye contact before diving forward, kissing my clit. I jerked, unused to the feeling but quickly began to relax as she used her tongue, making slow licks along my center. I moaned, reaching for her head as I clamped my eyes shut and rolled my hips in sync with her ministrations.
Rachel grasped my hips, holding me still against the mattress as she twirled her tongue, stoking the fire inside of me. I bit at my knuckle trying to stifle my response as she brought me closer to the edge. I finally hit my peak as she continued, nearly screaming as she teased my clit. I pushed at her head, urging her back as I shook from my orgasm.
"You enjoy that?" Rachel asked as she climbed forward kissing along my stomach, though I was sure she knew I was in no state to respond. I nodded as I gathered my breath and she hovered above me, wiping at her mouth. I reached up, idly sliding my fingers around her neck to bring her close. I kissed her slowly, taking pleasure in her soft lips as I wrapped my other arm around her waist pulling her to me. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine as she buried her fingers in my hair and sucked on my bottom lip. I let my tongue lazily wrestle with hers as she shifted, laying on her side and gently raking her nails down my back. Shivering at her touch, I moved closer, skimming my fingers along the curve of her hips. Moving my hand up her sides, I brushed my thumb across the black ink above her breast, bridging between her shoulders. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as I watched her smiling at me, sharing my mattress. I rubbed my thumb around the piercing in her cheek as a tear finally broke and rolled down mine.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong," Rachel was quick to respond, wiping gently at the stray tear drop.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about someone," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking away, "but she's gone now so I should move on," I said more to myself than to her.
"What happened?" Rachel asked in a quiet voice, stroking the pad of her thumb gently across my cheek, raising my chin so our eyes met.
"She-she was killed," I murmured under my breath, fighting back a sob as her expression softened. Rachel shifted, resting her right arm under her head as her left hand continued to gently pet my hair.
"Shh," she cooed, giving me a soft smile, "I know how you feel, I've lost loved ones, too," I felt a warmth blooming within my chest at her words, excited that she may have understood. "It's the unfortunate byproduct of being a solider, our friends die in battle," she continued, "But they're fighting for a good cause." Suddenly, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, realizing what she meant, "When all of this is over, when all the factionless and divergent are gone for good, there will be no more fighting and your friend, her death won't have been in vain." I swallowed hard as I stared at Rachel barely able to respond. I felt more like sobbing now than I had before.
"Ok," I choked out, shifting to roll over so I faced away from her. She inched closer wrapping an arm around my middle. I stiffened slightly as I felt her skin brush against my back, but eventually I was able to relax enough that I somehow drifted off to sleep.
The next day I looked forward to spending my time alone in Fort Manila. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to focus on the mindless task of reorganization, but Eric had other plans. I was to accompany him to Candor for a testimonial hearing. We rode along in the truck with some of Eric's peers I recognized from the after party. They were heading to the fence and offered to drop us off along the way.
Once at Candor, Eric moved forward into the compound without a word. I followed him through the maze of black and white hallways, further into the main building. My eyes strained at the contrast of the decor, it was like walking through an optical illusion. When we finally came to what looked like a lobby Eric abruptly stopped, turning on his heel to face me.
"I'm going to witness a testimony and interrogation. You do not have the clearance to join me," he stated as he lifted his arm to point at a white couch across the room, "Sit there and wait."
"You dragged me across the city to make me sit around and do nothing?" I questioned, speaking out of turn.
"You'll sit there and wait for me," he reiterated. I could see the tension in his jaw and decided against challenging him further, especially now that we in front of people from other factions. "I won't be long," he said as I crossed the room to the pale loveseat.
I sat there waiting for hours with nothing to do. I was bored out of my mind, only able to ruminate about how much I wished I wasn't here. By the time Eric exited the office I was fuming. I didn't respond to him, walking in silence as he lead the way out of the compound.
The gravel crunched under Eric's boots as he began to run beside the tracks once he first spotted the headlights of the oncoming train. I trailed behind him, trying to keep up with his long legs as the train surged past us. Without hesitation Eric reached out, grabbing the handrail near the door and pulling himself onto the car in a single fluid motion.
I pumped my legs once he was out of the way, moving forward and grabbing the railing when I was close enough. I kicked a leg up, hooking my foot into the doorway when Eric's hand reached out. He grabbed my upper arm and with a hard jerk, pulled me inside.
"I know how to get on a train just fine, thanks," I spat at him, wrenching my arm from his grip and moving away.
"Just seemed like you were struggling," he replied with a shrug.
"I wasn't," I stated before turning my back to watch the night sky and the city lights through the open door. I crossed my arms as I tried to ignore Eric. His annoyance was palpable in the air but I didn't care. I jumped as his slid his hands along my hips from behind.
"It's a long ride back to Dauntless," he whispered in my ear before I used my elbow to push him away, walking to the other side of the cabin, standing with my back to the wall so he couldn't sneak up on me again.
"So what?" he asked with a huff, "You're mad at me now?"
"You lied to me," I declared, giving him the coldest stare I could muster.
"Took you long enough to figure that out," he teased as he strode towards me, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
"Why did you lie?" I challenged, crossing my arms tighter the closer he came.
"Because I can," he replied with a shrug, "Because I like having you in my office."
"You had me fooled," I scoffed as I rolled my eyes, "You barely even acknowledge that I'm there."
"Because you said you were mine," his voice dropped an octave as he placed his hand flat on the wall next to my head, leaning in.
"I wasn't thinking clearly when I said that," I turned my head away, blushing as I avoided eye contact. I tried to ignore the way my stomach flipped at just the sound of him.
"I like it when you don't think clearly," Eric mused as he reached to rub his thumb across my jawline before curling his fingers behind my neck, weaving them through the roots of my hair. He leaned in closer, moving his face besides mine as he traced his nose along the edge of my ear. I shivered at the contact, trying to maintain my will against him as his other hand drifted to my hip, teasing at the hem of my shirt. I rested my palms on his shoulders, taking a deep breath and trying to avoid the subconscious moan escaping in response to his attention.
"Don't think," he whispered into my ear and I felt my resolve crumble. I turned my head towards him, capturing his lips with mine as my arms snaked around his shoulders. I could feel his hand moving up my side, sliding underneath the cotton of my shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It felt like my body was moving autonomously as I leaned into him, whining while his thumb teasingly rubbed at the flesh just under my bra. I reached up raking my nails across the buzzed hair on the back of his scalp as his hand dropped. He was quick to undo the buttons of my pants, eager to let his fingers dive between my legs.
I unconsciously rolled my hips into his touch the moment I felt his fingers ghost past my clit. Without hesitation he slid a single digit into me, curling it as he moved his hand back and forth. Our tongues wrestled as he pumped his hand, my hips rocking in tune with his thrusts. Breaking away, I gasped when he inserted another finger. I almost resented how quickly my body responded to him. Once he touched me, I couldn't get away and I couldn't get enough. He bit my neck as I clenched my eyes shut, pawing at his shoulders in response.
I could feel the rumble of his growl through his chest as he pressed himself against me, nipping at the skin over my aorta. I shifted, pushing myself along his torso while he continued to tease me with his fingers. There was a voice in the back of my head telling me to stop but it was barely a whisper compared to the voice insisting that I continue. I tugged at the ends of Erics hair prompting him to raise his head so our mouths could meet. He bit at my bottom lip and my breathing hitched when a third finger slid within me. I lifted my leg, linking it around his thigh as I whined in response to his hand. He continued without pause and I soon found myself relaxing into his motions. I dug my nails into his skin, moving with the rhythm he had established while pinned between him and the cold metal of the wall. Once I let out a moan, he stopped, pulling his hand away.
Instead Eric lifted his hand, curling his fingers around the waistband of my pants and underwear before pushing them down. I shivered at the cold air tickling the newly exposed skin of my bottom. I was barely aware of what Eric was doing as he twisted my hips, forcing me to turn around, to face the wall. Passively, I looked back over my shoulder to see him undoing the fly to his jeans, unearthing his erection. He leaned forward, pushing my chest against the cold metal of the cabin wall as he pulled my hips back with one hand. I could feel his breath hot against my neck as he tauntingly rubbed the head of his dick between my folds. I whimpered at the contact, slightly eager to feel him inside of me as he moved forward pressing himself into my center. I hissed at the pain but he continued slowly inching his way within me while reaching forward to massage my clit with his fingers.
"Ow-," I whined before he cut me off, taking my lips with his, he stalled for a moment letting me adjust to the intrusion before slowly pulling back. He continued in this pattern taking his time as he alternated between directions. I gasped at the sensation barely registering the way he kneaded my breast or kissed the nape of my neck. I tried to reach behind myself, to grab at him, but the angle was so awkward I couldn't hold on. I resigned to bracing myself against the wall as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder than before, his fingers tightening around my hips.
"Just like that," Eric groaned, his voice low and husky, encouraging me as I pushed back against him. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the metal sheeting that lined the train cabin every time we moved together. His panting breaths tickled my spine, fueling the mounting pressure within me. The train car rattled and shook, speeding over the rails, the gnashing of the metal wheels drowning out the sounds we made.
Eric leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back, his hand coming to rest on the wall over mine, supporting his weight. The momentum of his hips faltered as he hissed half formed words in my ear. I rocked with him, trying to find my release before he reached down to tease my clit. I gasped as the tension within me broke at his touch. My body shuddered as my orgasm washed over me, pulsing outwards from my core. My legs wavered, unable to support my form any longer, forcing Eric to hold me in place while he continued to move his hips.
With a hard roll of his hips, Eric wrapped his arms around my torso and pushed me flat against the wall. I could feel his body shake as he halted, holding me tight against him while he came, releasing inside of me. His heavy breaths brushed the skin of my ear as I turned my head to the side.
Gazing at him from the corner of my eye, I watched his expression as he returned my stare, his pupils completely blown. He shifted his chin, biting my bottom lip while keeping me pinned between his body and the wall. Reaching up, I ran my fingers across his short hair on the back of his head as I brought his face closer, deepening the kiss.
The cold air rushed to fill the space between us once Eric finally pulled back, withdrawing himself from inside of me. I shuddered at the loss, already missing the way he felt when pressed against my back. He quickly tugged at my underwear and the waistband of my jeans before shifting his attention to his own slacks. I turned around, leaning back against the wall as I buttoned my pants, watching him do the same. Eric smirked as he noticed my eyes on him before leaning in for another small kiss.
"We're almost back at Dauntless," he stated once he pulled back, "You sure you can walk?"
"I think I can manage," I replied, rolling my eyes.
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
the lyrics at the beginning are from This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed by The Mars Volta
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
a/n: posting this earlier than like midnight cus im gon to see princess mononoke in the theaters tonight and im so fucking hyped i know if i dont do this now i’ll prolly forget for two days so enjoy!! tell me what you think!
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Warning: just a couple of frisky makout scenes, it’s setting up for next chapter with will be very fun to write
Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy
word count: 3,541
i wake alone
in a woman's room i hardly know
i wake alone
and pretend that i am finally home
"Really?" Mae asked eyeing the two relatively small boxes that sat on the bare mattress, "That's all?"
"Yeah I guess, it's mostly clothes and gear," I replied as I slung the black duffel bag over my shoulders then grabbing one case.
"You don't even have a TV?" she questioned, lifting the last box and heading out the door.
"I never really wanted one," I shrugged as I took one final look back at the small room I had resided in for the past few years since I'd left Amity for good. I didn't feel much of anything as I let the door shut behind me. Most of the time I spent there was sleeping or getting dressed, my strongest memory was when I first saw it.
Once I passed initiation and was an official member of Dauntless, I was assigned to this space. We had to spend at least a year here before applying for an apartment, but I never bothered to move out. Until now, that is. Passively accepting what is given to you is very much an Amity trait. It's more Dauntless to demand better, to take what you deserve.
We joked and laughed as we lugged my possessions across the compound. Being around Mae made me smile, I could relax in her company.
"It's been bugging me, so I have to ask," I began as we passed The Chasm, "Where did Jason get his wedding tattoo? I mean he doesn't have a left hand, let alone a ring finger."
Mae gave me a smug look before stating, "On his cock," as my eyebrows shot up.
"Seriously?" I asked in a hushed tone, looking at her wide-eyed.
"No! Of course not," Mae scoffed, throwing her head back with contagious laughter. I couldn't help but smile with her. I should've expected this, she had recently started teasing me for how gullible I could be at times.
"Phew," she finally said, still chuckling as she balanced the box on the railing, freeing a hand to wipe away a tear, "You will believe anything," she grinned at me, "but no, he just got it on his right hand."
"Drum roll please!" Mae buzzed as she punched the code into the keypad before swinging the door open, "Welcome to your brand new, though gently used, humble abode!"
I hummed and nodded as I looked around the small room, "I think I've got about four square feet of extra space over the old place," I joked looking back at her.
"And this sweet kitchenette," she added, pointing to the left side of the room with her thumb. There was a small half size fridge with a butcher block countertop above it, a two burner gas stove, and sink, "You don't have to rush to the mess hall for breakfast any more, talk about leisurely mornings. And check this out," she crossed the small space to a door, turning the knob, "This is why I moved out of the dorms, your own shower! No more of that communal co-ed washroom bullshit."
I poked my head past her looking in, "That's about all that's in there," I commented as I studied the closet with a toilet and shower. I stepped back as she closed the door and looked around the small room again and I liked it, I even had a window now.
"Thank you, Mae," I stated with a wide smile as I turned to face her.
"Don't worry," she replied waving her hands, but I could see she was pleased with my reaction, "Listen I got a spare TV, so I'll bring it over tonight after work and I'll show you all my favorite programs, ok?"
"Yeah that sounds awesome, I can't wait," I agreed as she walked to the exit.
"Alright, I'll see you then, just after dinner," she finalized before closing the door.
While toweling my hair, I stepped out of the shower humming, "Stamp and dance be nimble and merry," I mumbled to myself as I looked at my new room. I had spent all day arranging and rearranging the handful of furniture I had until it was perfect and I was exhausted.
"But watch the fire and try to be wary," I continued, as I closed my eyes, leaning forward, and wrapping my hair tight in the towel to dry. It was one of my favorite songs from Amity that was sung around the weekly bonfire, I could never forget it.
"For you must know I have no warm bed," I slid open the folding closet doors to reveal my dresser, I moved it in there to save floor space. Once it was tucked away I was able to arranged my bed and small futon back to back in the center of the room, the couch facing the door, and the bed set so I could see out the window as I laid down. I was very excited about the new bed, it was twice as wide as my last one so I had plenty of room to stretch out.
I dug through the dresser looking for underwear to pull on, "And when it's cold I need it instead," I sang as I pulled an oversized t-shirt above my head, letting it settle around my shoulders as there was a knock on the door. "One second," I called out as I quickly tugged up a pair of shorts.
I hurried over to the door at the second knock, "Sorry, I just got out of the-," I began as I looked up, expecting to see Mae with a monitor. Instead I was greeted by the tall, broad frame of Eric in my door way.
"Oh, hello," I stammered, thrown off balance by his sudden appearance, "Sorry, I was expecting someone else, a friend."
"I heard you were moving," Eric spoke, ignoring me as he pushed past into my apartment, "I brought you this," he handed me a bottle of liquor, "A house warming gift," he explained without making eye contact as he strode around my room inspecting the small space.
"Thanks, but I don't really like whiskey," I replied inspecting the bottle.
"That's fine, just save it for the next time I visit," he responded taking a seat on my mattress, "Not bad," he nodded before eyeing at me, "Need help breaking it in?"
I gave an exasperated sigh as I set the glass bottle on the coffee table and crossed over to him, "My friend Mae is going to be here any moment, you need to leave," I said as I grabbed and tugged at his arm, giving a futile attempt to dislodge him from his seat.
"But I don't want to," Eric shot as he jerked his arm back, leading me to stumble forward. He quickly wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me sideways onto his lap.
"Cut this out," I said as he gripped my waist, leaning forward to bite my throat. I pushed on his shoulders trying to back up, but he held me in place. I felt my resolve crack as he slowly ran his nose up along the column of my neck.
"Don't you want to spend time with me?" he questioned with a low voice into my ear. I whined as I wrapped an arm behind his neck, inching myself closer to him as his fingers danced around the hem of my shirt, acting as a catalyst to the fire under my belly. I brought my face forward, nipping at his top lip as he grinned, leaning backwards slightly.
"Hey Mott, I brought the TV," Mae called out, pushing the door open with her back. She paused in her tracks once she finally turned to fully face Eric and I, "Oh, uh, my bad," she stammered, averting her eyes to look at the wall.
"No," I started frantically, pushing myself away from Eric while his grip was slack, "Eric was just about to go," I looked at him quickly catching his furious glare, "He's leaving now."
Eric let a out a scoff as he stood up, pushing past me to the door, which he proceeded to slam behind himself.
"Sorry," I mumbled, avoiding Mae's eyes as I tugged on my fingers, "I was trying to tell him to leave, that I was expecting you, but he can be, uh, persuasive," I stammered as she set the screen onto the coffee table.
"Hey, you don't have to apologize to me," she joked in a light tone as she moved to hook the television up. I sighed and relaxed, letting my shoulders slump as I moved forward to help her.
"I do have to ask though," she started, looking up, "Does Eric know about Rachel?"
I gnawed on my lip, hesitant to answer, "No he doesn't, but it's not like it matters. I haven't heard from her in two and a half weeks," I explained, watching as Mae's face drooped with sympathy.
"I'm sorry," she added, resting a hand on my arm, "That really sucks. But hey, it's her loss," she added as she squeezed my shoulder. I tried to return her smile as we plugged in the last wires.
I blinked slowly in the morning sunlight, confused for a second at where I was. It took a moment for me to gain enough consciousness to gather my bearings but then I remembered, I was in my new apartment where I lived alone. I felt a long familiar pang in my chest at the reminder of my solitude and unconsciously let my thoughts drift back to the details of Layla.
I thought of how I'd idly wrap the spirals of her hair around my finger, laying with her in the grass when we were young and free from responsibility. Free to spend the day together doing as we pleased, even if that was nothing. I wished to look at her now, across the bed sheets from me, sharing my blankets. I could see in my mind how her curls would spill across the pillow, like the vines of ivy snaked across the decayed concrete overpass in Amity. I reached out slowly, running my fingers through the air where her cheek would be, imagining there was something to touch.
How different would my life in Dauntless have been if Layla had joined me? Part of me swore I could have helped her, kept her from being discovered, but she never even gave me that chance.
With a deep sighed I closed my eyes and rolled over, pushing myself up from under the bedding. I sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to prepare myself for the day ahead as I avoided looking over my shoulder to the empty bed that I occupied alone.
I spent most of my time perched on the floor, resorting all the scattered files. It turned out to be an extensive process, first having to return the loose leafs to their proper folder, then organizing said folders. I spent day in and day out flipping through pages and sorting through files on the floor of Eric's office.
I grew stiff spending the long hours curled up on the hard tiles. I swore that I'd go to the gym today, I even brought my gym pack with me so I could head there straight away. I heard my joints pop as I stood up and stretched. Checking the clock I noted it was dinner time. Most everyone would be in the mess hall so the gym will likely be empty as I preferred. That's what I hoped for, but unfortunately things didn't go according to plan.
I hadn't taken two steps in to the rec room when I found myself face to face with Eric. I groaned, annoyed that I could never seem to keep away from him.
"Surprising seeing you here," he smirked, about to exit the door I had just entered, "Don't want to get too flabby, people might start to question if you're actually a soldier," he chided as he walked pass. I stood there fuming for a minute before I turned on my heel and stormed into the men's locker room, following him.
"I'd be able to work out more if I didn't have to spend countless hours sorting out the mess you made!" I shouted, catching him by surprise as he pulled his shirt off.
"You mean the mess we made?" Eric challenged, quirking an eyebrow as he emphasized the word 'we'.
"No way, you were the one who knocked everything over," I returned pointing my finger at him as he rested his hands on his hips.
"Really?" he replied taking a step closer to me, "You really think you weren't complicit in the act? It was entirely your fault," he pressed as he looked down at me, I stood my ground, refusing to step away, "After all, you were the one who kissed me.
"It almost makes me wonder why you followed me in here," Eric continued as he studied me with his eyes.
"I came in here to call you an idiot," I spat at him as he moved in closer.
"Is that all you came in here for?" Eric asked, lowering his head toward my ear, "There was nothing else that you wanted from me?" he shifted his legs, pushing one foot between mine as his lips ghosted across the edge of my ear. I swallowed hard before answering, hoping to stifle the tremor in my voice that he caused.
"No?" I stammered, my tone unsure. Part of me wanted to run away but then he began to nip and kiss my jawbone and I couldn't help but rest my hands on his bare chest as he grabbed my middle. He pulled back, sitting down on the bench behind him as his fingers trailed along the sides of my legs, encouraging me forward. I bit my lip as I followed his lead, resting my knees on either side of him while avoiding his smug expression. I shivered at his touch as his fingers trailed up my spine underneath the cotton of my shirt.
"There's nothing you want from me?" he questioned again his lips dangerously close to mine as he pushed my hips down against his semi hard bulge. I closed my eyes, whining at the sensation of him under me before I choked out a response.
"I want you to say my name."
"Now why would I do that?" he smirked, teasing at the skin of my neck.
"Because I want you to," I stated, pushing back slightly to catch his gaze.
"Hmm," he hummed, narrowing his eyes as if considering my request, "No."
I acted on impulse and unabashedly slid one hand down his abdomen, snaking my fingers between our hips to cup his erection through his gym shorts, "I want you to say my name," I reiterated, pushing against him.
"No," he maintained as his trademark crooked smirk grew into a grin. It was obvious he was enjoying this game. I felt hypnotized by his hungry stare as I cautiously slid my palm upwards, letting my fingers dip under his waistband while leaning forward.
"Say my name," I whispered in his ear trying a new tactic, allowing my warm breath dance across his skin and cartilage. I could hear Eric let out a low growl as his hands drifted north from my thighs, gripping the soft flesh of my bottom. I stalled my hand, allowing my fingertips to just barely tease his lower wisps of hair, "I just want you to say my name."
Before Eric could reply the locker room door swung open with the laughter of three men echoing off the tiles. I snapped back to reality in an instant as the clouds that fogged my mind quickly dispersed. Without hesitation I climbed off of Eric's lap. Grabbing my bag, I bolted towards the exit, bustling past the group of intruders.
I couldn't believe that I'd fallen into his trap again. I cursed myself for being caught with him as I stopped in the hall just outside the doors, trying to catch my breath. I knew what kind of rumors this behavior would inspire. I turned my head to the side, hearing the nondescript sound of Eric yelling profanities at the others. I couldn't imagine that he was happy with this turn of events.
Once back at my place I clamped my fists over my eyes and dropped to the floor, slumped against the inside of my apartment door. I don't know why I continued to let this happen and I hated myself for it. I could swear that I despised him a hundred times over, but then once Eric put his hands on me I immediately turned into putty, eager to bend to his will. I cursed myself with an exasperated sigh.
Dropping my hands I looked up and my eyes came to rest upon the glass bottle of amber liquid on the coffee table. I had forgotten about it, leaving it out to eventually collect dust days ago. Shifting my legs, I knelt forward and wrapped my fingers around the neck of the bottle. Twisting open the cap there was a satisfying crack as the seal broke before I lifted it to my lips, taking a hefty drink. I was quick to pull away, coughing and sputtering at first in response to the bitter taste before I brought the bottle back for another gulp.
After another drink or two I managed to stand up and stumble three feet over to the couch. I grabbed the remote clicking on the television as I took another drink, still grimacing at the taste. The screen blinked to life pulling up the last channel I had been watching with Mae. She had a thing for cartoons and now there were five animated women singing, "Face it like a grown up, when you gunna own up that you got-," I cut them off changing the channel. I continued to press the button, absently scanning through the different programs without really processing what they were as I sipped absently at the bottle.
The next thing I know, I'm blinking at the morning sun as it shines in my face. I groaned as I rolled over, twisting my bed sheets tighter around my legs. Eventually I sat up, stretching as a I yawned. Moving to throw my legs over the edge of the bed I noticed the half empty bottle on the side table with a piece of paper taped to it. I tugged the note loose and immediately recognized the neat handwriting, everything in caps. The note simply read, 'I thought you didn't like whiskey' without a signature.
I kept my head down all day, too embarrassed to even look at Eric. I tried my hardest to just focus on my work, plowing forward like Sisyphus with this mound of paperwork. I could feel the note in my pocket every time I shifted, hyper aware of it's presence. All day I wanted to say something to him, but each time I tried to get my nerves up I hesitated. I'm not quite sure why, I knew for a fact that was his handwriting. But maybe it could've been someone else. Though who else would would've taken the time to tuck me into bed? At the end of the day I stood to leave, gathering my things before I headed out.
"Mott," Eric barked, causing me to jump before stopping in my steps. He stood and rounded the corner of his desk so he stood in front of me, "Go have a quick dinner and wash up, I expect to meet you in The Pit at six o'clock sharp. We're going out." I was confused for a second not sure if he was giving me orders or asking me on a date.
"Yes, sir," I nodded as I dipped my hand into my pocket to grab the note, "Did you leave this?" I asked, holding it out to him.
"Of course, and you're lucky I came to check up on you," he smirked as he took the small piece of paper, "I found you face first in the rug with Bob Ross playing." I had a quick flash of a hazy memory, watching a show about painting trees and adoring every second.
"Well, thanks," I replied avoiding his eye contact. He moved his arm, resting his fingers under my chin, guiding me to face him as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on my lips.
"Wear something nice," he added, moving his mouth close to my ear before stepping away and returning to his seat.
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
the lyrics at the beginning are from The Recluse by Cursive
i hope you enjoyed it please tell me what you think
i saw the sky split in two
one half jealous
and one half cruel
"So, Mott," Nike began after a lull in conversation. My head snapped up looking to the tall woman, she was a few years older than me, as was Kelly, who's kitchen we were standing in around the island drinking. They were both friends of Mae who was next to me, munching on some crackers as I took a sip from the bitter brown spirit in my glass. I had been quiet for most of the evening, not really familiar with anyone here.
I wasn't sure why I had let Mae drag me along. I had been planning on curling up after finishing my dinner when Mae sat down across from me in the mess hall. It was a spur of the moment decision, she asked me to join her and I thought it wouldn't hurt, but now I questioned that.
"Is it true?" Nike asked, raising her eyebrows so they disappeared under her bangs. I looked to Mae unsure of what Nike had meant, "The stuff everyone's saying about you and Eric."
"Oh," I mumbled feeling the blood rush from my ears across my cheeks, "No, no, uh, not really," my eyes drifted downwards to study the glass in my hand.
"That's not what I heard," Kelly chimed in, "Jay said he overheard Eric saying you were a thing."
"You really think Eric would go steady with someone?" Mae countered, coming to my defense.
"That's why everyone's talking," Nike explained, "This is the longest Eric's ever been with only one girl," I felt miniscule under the girls' scrutiny. I could feel them watching me, waiting for me to finally tell them every rumor is true.
"Last I heard was that you're knocked up and going to get hitched," Kelly added with a shrug as she took a drink.
"That's ridiculous," I finally stated lifting my head to return their stares, "We haven't even done that much, how could I be pregnant?"
There was a pause after I spoke, "So you have done something with him?" Kelly smirked.
"I mean," my face felt like it was on fire as I nervously reached up to scratch the back of my neck, "Yeah, but nothing much."
"Come on guys, give Mott a break," Mae tried to deter the conversation but her friends merely leaned in closer, excited.
"So how big is he?" Nike asked, my eyes going wide at the question. "I bet Eric's got a giant dick."
"Are you kidding me?" Kelly scoffed, "With his ego? I'm sure he's tiny and over compensating," she held up her pinky as an example. Mae shook her head taking another drink, "So come on, dish."
"I, uh," I stammered, "I don't really have a frame of reference."
"Wait he's your first?" Mae asked, surprised, "By you were Amity."
"Yeah well, I had a girlfriend then," I muttered before taking another giant swig of my drink.
"But you've seen it right?" Nike asked, I nodded in responce as she set down her glass. "Was it like this long?" She began holding her hand close together, "Or like this?" she moved her hands further apart slowly, but I just shrugged.
"I mean it was kind of big," I mumbled, curling the fingers on my free hand, trying to remember what it had been like when I held him, "Like that, I guess?" I lifted my hand up to show them, "And he hit the back of my throat," I was embarrassed talking in detail about this with people I'd just met, but I had the feeling they weren't going to judge me for it. The two nodded looking to at each other then back to me.
"You know I'm kinda jealous," Kelly mentioned as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the kitchen island, with her chin in her palm, "If you did marry Eric, no one would fuck with you."
"Yeah," Nike agreed pointing at Kelly, "You could get away with anything you wanted just 'cus everyone's so scared of him."
"So Mott, you got a new tattoo, right?" Mae interjected looking at me, "I noticed the ink on the back of your neck. Is it big?"
"Oh yeah," I smiled slightly glad to have the subject changed. I set down my glass and turned so my back faced the others, as I bunched up my shirt, "I got it almost two weeks ago, my friend Rachel took me."
"Ohh very nice," I could hear Nike admiring the work as I looked back over my shoulder.
"Rachel Dios?" Kelly asked, making a sour face without even looking at the tattoo.
"Yeah, she has full sleeves," I confirmed, gesturing to my arms, "I was nervous to go alone, so she took me. Do you know her?"
"You could say that," Kelly took a sip from her drink as she stood up, "She went with my friend Anise for a while."
"Wait she did? I thought that wasn't, like 'official', that they just hooked up," Nike asked making air quotes with her fingers.
"Well Anise thought it was official but then Rachel just dropped her like a bag of bricks without warning. She just stopped talking to her one day and when Anise got a chance to ask Rachel after hunting her down, she said she was bored and that it hadn't been serious," Kelly elaborated with a skeptical tone, "You watch out for her, she's two-faced," she added looking back at me.
"Yeah ok," I nodded distractedly. All that was on my mind was that I hadn't spoken with Rachel since I got the tattoo.
The next morning I watched over my shoulder as Alexander and Rodney left the office. I was once again delegated to sorting files. Dropping my arms, I sighing as I crossed the office to my makeshift fort.
"Is something wrong, Mott?" Eric asked in response to my exasperation, much to my surprise.
I hesitated knowing I should say nothing, but I had been so anxious recently I couldn't help but ask, "When can I go back to working on the fence?"
"Never," He stated without lifting his eyes from the papers on his desk.
"What?" I questioned, stepping forward, "Why not?"
Eric looked bored as he lifted his face to my gaze, "Because it was requested that I send someone else," he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone as my expression fell.
"That can't be right," I stammered, "I thought I was doing well." Eric sighed as he turned to look at his computer, clicking on something with his mouse. I leaned forward trying to see his screen as he pulled up an archive of messages.
"Here," he stated pulling up the scan of a watch log's notes, turning the monitor towards me.
I looked over the page reading the words. My stomach dropped as I saw what it said, highlighting my insufficiency as a guard monitor and suggesting I be delegated to data collection and synthesis, or monitoring something other than actual people.
"Ok," I finally mumbled with a hard swallow. I struggled to keep my expression neutral as Eric turned his monitor back and I shuffled to hide behind my manila wall to work on sorting files.
I sat cross legged on the floor brooding as I looked over the pages of reports. I could barely pay attention as I flipped through the ppapers, moving the folders to the appropriate pile. I was thinking about a hundred things at once, everything from what Kelly and Nike had said about Rachel all the way back to when I'd last spoken with Johanna.
"Mott," Eric barked suddenly, wrenching me from my thoughts, "Where's my stapler?"
"Did you look to the right corner next to to the pens, where I put it every time I clean your desk?" I shot back without even having to look up.
"Hand it to me," he ordered, finally drawing my attention up.
"Why?" I countered, finally glaringing at him past the stack of folders.
"Because I'd like to watch you do it," he stated with a blank face.
I let out a large sigh as I stood up, taking a single step to his desk. Leaning forward, I grabbed the stapler and moved it about six inches closer to his hand before I asked, "There? Enjoy that?" Eric's hand shot forward to mine.
"Listen I don't know what's stuck up your ass today, and I don't care," he snarled as his fist wrapped tighter over mine, "So lose the attitude or you'll have hell to pay." I stood there silently for a moment not breaking eye contact as his fingers dug into my knuckles.
"Yes, sir," I finally spat, letting the words drop from my mouth onto his desk. I yanked my hand away once his grip slackened and turned on my heel with a huff.
"Get me the logs and records for the end of September, specifically the twenty-first," Eric ordered once I had sat back down.
"Are you serious?" I groaned as I threw my head back, annoyed with his timing.
"I told you to watch it," he shot as I stood up shuffling across the room while sneering at him. I pulled open the drawer and dug through the files, taking out the exact one he requested.
"Here you go, sir," I said in a saccharin tone as I handed the folder to Eric, "Is there anything else that you need me to do?" I gave him the sweetest smile I could manage as I wished for his immolation with my eyes.
"Got quite the mouth on you. Maybe you should make it useful," he replied, smirking as he yanked the folder from my grasp.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," I countered with a deadpan expression as I flopped back onto the hard tile floor behind the wall of my fort. I had returned to my sorting for less than a minute when Eric cleared his throat.
"Mott," he barked, "get me the file for September ninth."
"You gotta be kidding me," I groaned as I stood back up, crossing the room again to the filing cabinet. "Here," I threw the folder down in front of him, before again turning around to my previous work.
"Wait." I let out another audible sigh as I spun around to face him, "This is the wrong file, I asked for the eighth."
"No you asked for the ninth, and I gave you the folder for the ninth, so it is the correct folder," I challenged, resting my hands on my hips, "You're the one who was wrong."
"That doesn't matter. This is not the file I need, so it is the wrong file," Eric elaborated through clenched teeth, tossing the folder over the desk, causing the loose leaf pages from within it to fly out across the floor as it spun in the air. "Clean that up then get me the correct folder."
I stood there, my fists balled at my sided, trying to keep my breathing even as I exhaled through my nose, "Yes, sir."
I crouched on the floor over the mess, leaning forward onto my knees to gather the scattered sheets of paper. I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling of his eyes on me for as long as I could, but I had little to no patience left.
"What are you leering at?" I snapped over my shoulder as I straightened the pages in my hand.
"Your ass," he replied in matter of fact tone.
"You're an ass," I mumbled under my breath as I tucked the papers into the flooder and stood up.
"What was that?" he asked as I crossed back towards the filing cabinet. I stopped mid step to turn and face him.
"I said, you. are. an. ass." I spoke slowly, punctuating the pauses between words to ensure he heard me clearly. I had barely finished speaking when he crossed the room in three long strides.
"I warned you," his voice dropped an octave as he leaned over me. My stomach jumped at his tone as I stood frozen in his gaze. We stayed still like that for an eternity, our eyes locked in an mutually angry glare.
I don't really have an explanation for what happened next, it kind of just happened. I moved without thinking, acting only on how I felt. I was sick of feeling rejected by Rachel, I missed being with someone who wanted me like Layla, and I was sick of this moment of silent tension. So I reached up, curling my fingers around Eric's shirt collar and yanking him towards me. Our teeth gnashed as I brought my lips up to his, wrapping an arm around his neck to hold him close.
Eric was quick to catch on. Pulling my hips in, he returned my affections with equal fervor as I sucked and bit his lips. I pushed myself hard against his chest as he ran his hands across my bottom to the back of my thighs. Just the feeling of his fingers through my clothes made my skin tingle. I clung to his neck as he stood up, lifting my legs to envelope waist.
I could tell without looking that he was carrying me to the empty spare desk in the corner. I had moved it against the wall to open up some floor space for the construction of Fort Manila. Eric stumbled forward, much more interested in biting the skin under my ear and the sounds I made in response than paying attention to where he was going.
As Eric moved, blind to his surroundings, he walked directly into one of my fort's outer turrets. I wrenched my face away from his as the hundreds of folders and pages spilled out, scattering across the floor. I tried to lower my legs but Eric's fingers dug into my skin keeping me in place.
"You can pick it up later, I'm not done," He growled into my ear before recapturing my lips. He broke apart for a breath as he swung his foot to the side, knocking over another stack. I grabbed his shoulders trying to see the damage done as he pushed me onto the desk. He pulled my face forward, biting my lip as his other thumb ran slowly up my inner thigh and I was lost again. Spurred on by the persuasive fire in my belly, I balled the cloth over his shoulders in my fists and pulled myself against him, trying to ignore the feeling of his smirk against my lips.
I whined as Eric bit my pulse point and ran his hand up abdomen. His fingers were cold against my skin as they slipped under the band of my bra. He twisted my hips so I fell to the side, lying across the top of the desk as he pushed my shirt up. Diving forward he rolled my nipple between his teeth as my hands flew up covering my mouth to stifle the noises I was making. With one hand he deftly undid the zipper to my pants before sliding his fingertip just past the waistband, teasingly rubbing against the unexposed skin.
"Please," I pined as he moved, leaving wet kisses on my sternum.
"Please what?" he questioned slowly quirking an eyebrow, obviously revelling that he had me such a position of duress.
"Please touch me," I elaborated, looking up him through my eyelashes, but I could tell he wasn't satisfied with my response. "Touch me the way you did the other night," I pouted.
"Like this?" he hummed, slowly moving his hand, dragging his finger ever so slightly across my clit. I bit my lip as he held my gaze with a hungry stare.
"Please," I continued to plead, watching as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip. I threw my head back as he finally pressed down giving me the fiction and stimuli I wished for. I grabbed at his head pulling his lips to mine as his hand continued to move. I tried to kiss him as I gasped in response to his fingers. I could feel as he slid his middle finger down past my clit towards my center. I groaned as his digit moved inside of me.
"Ow," I mumbled pulling away, "No, that hurts," I whined as he continued.
"Just relax," he hummed against my throat as he to pumped his hand back and forth, simultaneously rubbing his thumb against my clit. Slowly but surely, I began to enjoy it. I unconsciously rolled my hips with the rhythm of his hand as I clawed at his shoulders, his teeth scraping along my collarbone. I moaned as the new tension inside of me built closer to it's collapsing point.
He stopped suddenly, drawing his hand back as his lips ghosted over my jaw bone, "Say you're mine."
"But-," I protested as he taunted me, moving the calloused pad of his thumb slowly around my sensitive nerves.
"Say it," he ordered, his breath hot against my skin.
"Fine, I'm your's, please, just let me come," I cried before he pushed his lips on mine, kissing me hard as he rocked his hand faster than before. I shook as the orgasm washed over me, arching my back into him as he grinned against my mouth.
Eric rested his hand on the table next to my head, holding himself above me while studying my form as I caught my breath. I blushed under his scrutiny, turning away from his gaze as I reached to pull my top down. He batted my hands away, adjusting my bra and lowering my shirt for me.
"You should probably get started sorting that," he suggested, jerking his head toward the mess on the floor before leaning forward and pecking my lips. He stood up, straightening his clothes before returning to his seat as I laid on the desk trying to steady my breathing and gather my thoughts.
I pulled my knees closer to my chest as I sat, curled up on a boulder along the edge of The Chasm. I wiped away a stray tear as I watched the current good-will boxing match. I sat alone at the edge of the crowd barely paying attention the punches thrown. I sighed as I rested my chin on my knees, still utterly confused by this morning. Did I like Eric or did I just like what he did to me?
"Mott! I've been looking all over for you!" a familiar voice called, their hands resting on my shins as I looked up at Mae.
"Hey what's up?" I asked quickly wiping at my eyes as I forced a smile.
"Check it out!" she exclaimed holding up the back of her left hand to me, so I could see the large tattoo on her ring finger.
"You got married?" I questioned, my eyes going wide.
"Yup!" she bounced on the balls of her feet, obviously still elated by the fact, "Jason and I eloped last night!"
"I'm so happy for you," I replied giving a genuine smile as I slid forward from my seat on the rock to give her a hug. She stiffened slightly under my embrace but still reached up to pat my shoulder in response.
"So anyway," Mae continued pushing me back by my shoulders, "I'm moving in with Jason now, right? And housing said my apartment would go off to someone via lottery, unless I knew somebody who wanted it, and of course I first thought of you," she explained, squeezing my shoulders.
"What?" I stuttered, amazed by her offer.
"You'd get my old apartment, which is one room really but also all the furniture since I don't need it," I couldn't believe the offer at first, I was more than sick of the dorms and then suddenly this chance fell into my lap.
"Yes, of course! I'll take it!" I grinned at Mae as she returned my expression, "Thank you so much."
"It's nothing!" she replied with a wave of her hand, "I'm glad it's going to someone I know."
PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11
The lyrics at the begining are form the song Camouflage, Camouflage by The Blood Brothers
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