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“Lexi.” Ivy came from behind, slinging her arm over my shoulder. “You made second place this week. You simply have to drink two shots. It´s tradition!” Rolling my eyes at their obnoxious behavior I looked across the room, meeting Dante´s amused gaze. He was watching me, not paying attention to his friend who was talking to him, occasionally sipping on his beer. The first few buttons of his shirt undone you could just see the outline of his hard chest, taunting me with images of the night before and I couldn’t wait to repeat that specific experience.

After leaving the training room he had taken me to his flat, continuing where we´d stopped inside the shower before falling into bed, dreamless sleep overtaking me immediately wrapped in his arms.

 I only threw him an exasperated look. Sighing deeply, I picked up the glass downing the two in rapid succession. Grimacing at the burn I gestured for the bartender to hand me a beer, knowing they all would leave me be as long as I had a drink in my hand.

Ivy and Avery cheered loudly, throwing their arms into the air as they danced around looking a lot like little monkeys, the shots they downed already taking effect.

 It was one of those stupid dauntless traditions that we had to drink the number of shots that we had achieved in rankings and that every single week.

They had been announced today and after two weeks of initiation, I made second place, not having lost any fights while simultaneously being a good shooter and great climber. Only Marc had been better, his opponents more skilled and therefore harder to defeat.

Not that I cared, it was still the beginning and I would get him somehow.

Ivy made fifth, Avery eighth and Owen came in right behind me.

Why everyone made such a huge fuss about the rankings so early in initiation I had no idea, but everyone had insisted we´d go celebrating.

Even my lovely instructor.

 So here I was, wearing a too tight dress and too high heels not even wanting to get drunk since then Dante would refuse to touch later.

And I had plans.

Nude plans.

 Putting them to action, I grabbed the wrists of both giggling girls dragging them onto the stuffed dancefloor, where I let go. Starting to sway my hips to the beat I turned my head, once again catching Dante´s gaze, his eyes visibly darker as he tightly gripped the neck of his bottle.

Laughing at his expression, I faced Avery who was crouched down, not worried about flashing the guys around her as she started to twerk. Or at least that´s what she tried to do.

 Shaking my head at her terrible dance skills, I lifted my hair up, reveling in the feeling of air meeting my overheated skin as I moved to the beat. Letting the strands flow through my fingers I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music.

That was until two rough hands sneaked around my waist, pulling my back into a broad chest. Opening my eyes my gaze was instantly drawn to brown ones that didn’t look overly happy.

Biting my lip, I thought about teasing him a little but I took mercy on his poor soul, trying to suppress my grin as I skillfully wormed my way out of the arms of a strange dauntless, throwing him a little wink before disappearing into the crowd.

 In less than a minute I had wormed my way through the throngs of dauntless and was outside the club, taking a deep breath of the fresh cool air as I slowly walked towards the entrance of a hallway, my hand trailing over the cold stone. It was dark, only the solar-powered lamps illuminating my way, my heels clacking loudly on the floor.

 Not hearing the hurried steps following me, the hard body that collided with mine before I was pushed up against the wall startled me even though I had anticipated it.

Longed for it.

Running my hands through his hair I smirked at Dante, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“You´re such a little tease.”

 Tilting my head, I quickly pressed my lips to his before pulling back again, proving him right. Groaning, Dante followed my movements, his lips glued to mine but he stopped short, his gaze drilling into mine.

“How many drinks have you had?”

 Rolling my eyes in a playful manner I pressed two fingers into his cheek while scrunching up my face, pulling a grimace at him. The shots I took unwillingly may have loosened me up a little but I had no problem with his touch. Sober or not, I always craved it.

Dante raised one eyebrow, contemplating if I really wasn´t drunk.

Swiftly capturing my hand, he led it to his mouth nibbling on the tip of my finger. The gentle movement sent tingles right into my core and I moaned, pressing harder against him, my lace panties creating delicious friction against his black jeans.

In return Dante tightened his grip on my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed me higher up the wall, our breathing speeding up.

 What is was about this position I had no idea, but like he did last night it didn’t take Dante long to free his shaft and thrust into me, my underwear merely pushed aside his pants still sitting on the curve of his waist as he united us once again.

Moaning in delight, I pulled his mouth towards mine kissing him passionately, his tongue worming its way between my lips as Dante stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his length.

 Only when I started to suck his tongue into my mouth did he move, his hips gyrating in circles as he pushed deeper until he bottomed out and I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore. Clenching my knees around his waist I tried to push myself up and away from him, eliciting a throaty groan while my dress rode up all the way to my hips.

After only a few times repeating the movement that created so much friction inside me, I felt the burn in my thighs, not used to the strenuous position I was in. So, I urged him on, my knees shaking with the exertion as Dante only laughed at me, his breathless chuckles swallowed by my greedy mouth.

And then, he finally started moving, the same way as the day before. Slowly at first but gradually speeding up until each hard thrust pushed me up further before he pulled me down again, each and every shove heightening the sensations that surged through me until I was clinging to his back, my fingernails digging into his skin.

 As Dante started hitting that special spot inside me only he seemed to find I tilted my head back moaning in delight, not able to stifle the noises that left my throat. My exposed neck gave him the perfect opportunity to launch back onto the hickey he´d left, the sucking sensation on the sensible skin almost painful.

 Letting myself fall forward I embraced him, threading my fingers into his hair to pull him closer. Dante´s face was buried in my neck, his ragged breath loud in my ear as my lips closed around his earlobe, my teeth grazing it not-so-gently.

His bucking hips beneath me caused me to spiral out of control, the loud moan resonating through the empty hallway as I was shattered once again with the smallest of his movements. Thrusting again once, twice Dante came but I quickly stifled the noises he made with my mouth, swallowing his moans as I heard steps coming our way.

 We both froze in our compromising position, my head laying against his chest. My hair acted as a curtain, luckily hiding my glowing face as Dante frantically tried to pull my dress back down to at least maintain a fraction of my dignity.

The voices grew louder and when the clearly intoxicated members coming down the hallway spotted us, my legs still slung around his waist, they started laughing.

 “Yo man, why don´t ya two lovelies get a room!" One of them shouted while the other´s hollered in agreement, congratulating Dante that he´d been able to get it on in a hallway. I only shook my head against his chest, embarrassed that we´d been caught while still being thankful it had been no one we knew.

That wouldn’t go over well with dad…

 Dante waited until they were gone before raising my chin with his finger. Brushing the hair out of my face he beamed at me with a mischievous expression before he captured my lips in a passionate kiss.

Breathless he pulled back, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.

 “I just love fucking you against walls.”

It was Wednesday and we had the afternoon off, Dante and Theo being both needed in some sort of meeting to talk about the progress we made and what they could improve.

But I was glad.

My fight the day before hadn´t been easy, Alex being a skilled opponent who had the speed as well as the force to land quick, powerful punches in rapid succession wherever he wanted to.

And man, did I feel those.

 My whole left side was a mixture of purple and yellow, where three of his combo punches had hit me full force the second I got distracted by Kitty walking up to Dante.

She had shamelessly flirted with him, twirling the hair around her finger like the little slut she was.

 But in the end, even after the distraction, I had been able to subdue Alex by placing a high kick right to his temple, knocking him unconscious immediately, shooting Dante a dirty look as I walked down the mats.

The little shithead didn’t even have the decency to hide his grin, my display of jealousy obviously amusing him profoundly.

I would have hit him right then and there but firstly I didn’t want to draw too much attention to the both of us and secondly, my ribs were killing me.

Even today after a dose of healing serum I had snitched from dad´s secret stash, not in the mood to deal with the infirmary staff and their pointless questions it hurt breathing.

 I was just leisurely walking through the pit towards Dante´s flat after spending my free afternoon in an alcove close to the chasm reveling in the solitude it offered while doodling around in my notebook.

The alone time I enjoined, that had been denied to me over the course of the first initiation weeks had lifted my spirits and now that I was meeting Dante at his´ to watch a movie, there almost was a skip in my step, my lips nearly curled up into an annoying smile.

If it was his sheer presence or the amount of orgasms I had since last Friday I had no idea but I felt something I hadn’t in a long time.

Something I was almost tempted to call happiness.

 Lost in my thoughts, I came to an abrupt halt when I heard someone call my name. Turning my head I was faced by an alarmed looking Tris that had Sam in her arms, hurrying towards me. Taking a few hesitant steps forwards, I almost didn’t want to know what had her so flustered.

 “Thank god, Lexi that I found you! I have to go to the control room. It´s kind of an emergency.” She handed me an overly joyous Sam along with an overnight bag, before turning to hurry away. But I grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

Seeing my inquiring expression, Tris sighed, turning towards me so no one else would be able to hear her. “They think they finally found a lead.”

 My eyes widened as I stared at her. The factionless that had abducted me and Sam had disappeared from the face of the earth after, not leaving one single trace behind in the four years the whole city was searching for them.

If the guys from the control room really found something it must be big.

 Tris threw me a meaningful look before bending down, pressing a kiss to little Sam´s head and mine she hurried away leaving me with a date and a toddler.

Oh well, Dante could go one night without getting laid.

Knocking on the door while simultaneously holding up a child that didn’t want to be up and handling a heavy bag wasn’t easy at all, but I managed without dropping either of them. With difficulties, but I managed.

Luckily it didn’t take Dante long to open the door.

Unluckily he was as good as naked.

 Staring at him with wide eyes I quickly covered Sam´s with my hand while he hastily pulled the towel back up that had slipped dangerously low, already exposing most of his pelvis. Dante held the door open with one hand while securing the towel with his other and I just shot him a dirty look.

Brushing past him, I hurried inside the flat not wanting anyone to see me standing in front of my instructors flat while he was naked.

It could give them the wrong expression.

Or worse, the right one.

 “One minute. I´m just going to get… ahm… dressed.” Dante pointed at his towel, before practically running into his bedroom, his cheeks turning into an adorable shade of pink.

Sniggering at his humiliation I set Sam down on the couch, starting the TV. Rummaging through the bag while nodding along to everything my little ankle biter said,  I soon found what I was searching for.

Pulling out the DVD-case I held it victoriously into the air just in time with Dante coming out of the bedroom.

Seeing it, he let out a deep groan. “We´re not watching a princess movie, are we?!”

 “No, stupid!” Sam chirped up from the couch, frowning at him. “We´re watching the King.”

 I bit my lip to refrain myself from laughing out loud at Dante´s shocked expression because he had just been insulted by a little girl. Shaking my head incredulous, I tried to look stern towards Sam, who started pouting at me.

Watching her for a few seconds I simply turned, walking towards the kitchen where Dante was standing against the island, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt, I leaned against him.

Slinging an arm around my waist in return, Dante sighed before bending down, giving me a quick kiss.

 I didn’t want Sam to witness this, simply because I knew exactly how much she liked to talk so I drew back soon, shooting him an apologetic look.

“You could have at least told me you were bringing someone.”

 Shrugging my shoulders at him I grabbed the popcorn, stuffing it into the microwave that I tried to figure out. Waiting for it to finish I turned back to find a tired-looking Dante and I urged him to tell me what was wrong.

 "Nothing." He assured me with a small smile, grabbing my hand he played with my fingers. "Just long ass boring meetings and now I´m going to unwind with a child's movie." Seeing my raised eyebrow, he laughed, pulling me into his arms. "As long as you´re here I´m fine with whatever we do. But a little stress relief would have been great if you know what I mean."

 Dante winked at me, letting me know he was joking but it was already too late. If he wanted that kind of fun he could have it.

Grabbing his already half-hard length through his pants, I slowly started massaging him, moving my hand up and down while applying pressure.

He froze in shock not having expected it, mouth hanging open as he let out a low, throaty groan pressing further into my hand. Biting my lip, I watched him, not being able to prevent the smirk that was creeping onto my face at seeing him in such bliss.

Always being cautious Sam wasn’t seeing any of us getting handsy, I continued until the microwaved beeped, signaling the popcorn was done.

Pressing a kiss to the point where his jaw met his neck, I let go of Dante before I walked over to the sink where I quickly washed my hands. Grabbing the popcorn, I hurried over to the couch, flogging down beside Sam.

Dante stayed back in the kitchen, still too dazed by his pleasure to realize what I had done. But when he did and his face fell, his expression more than just incredulous I couldn’t hold the laugh any longer that was bubbling up in my chest.

 Falling back onto the couch I clutched my stomach that started to hurt from laughing so hard while trying to hold back my tears. I silently shock for several moments, gasping for breath. Little hands started to touch my face and Sam leaned over me, obviously checking for any injuries.

Not finding anything, she only shrugged her shoulders looking up at Dante.

“I think she´s broken.” Sam told him dryly before turning back to the TV. “Are you coming? I wanna watch The King.”

 Her words send me into another fit of laughter, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere soon. He was in a hard place.

Literally

 “Yeah… just give me a minute!” Dante called over his back, shortly before I heard him opening the tap. When the water started flowing, I shot up watching closely how he was seemingly busy doing something inside the sink.

Biting my lip, I now felt somehow bad he had to resort quenching his arousal with cold water but he really had it coming.

I mentally made a note to tell him to clean his sink.

 Looking over his shoulder, Dante saw me watching him and shot me his dirtiest look, turning off the water and wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. Grabbing something to drink and other snacks he soon came over, joining us on the couch.

 Smiling at Sam, Dante crouched down in front of her. “My name is Dante and what is yours?”

 Suddenly becoming shy, which wasn’t anything like her Sam snuggled into my side, eying him an apprehensively. “I´m Sam.”

 “Ah, so you´re Sam.” Nodding, Dante scrutinized her closely. “I have heard so much about you. Lexi here simply can´t stop talking about you.”

 “Lexi´s talking to you?” Sam pouted, looking up at me with big eyes. “She never talks to me.”

 Glaring at Dante, I gestured for him to fix it. I didn’t ever want Sam to think that I wouldn’t talk to her. That would kill me.

 “Not with her words, little Sammy.” Dante smiled before taking a seat on the couch to my other side, leaning forwards to see her. “But I still know that you mean a lot to her. Do you know how I do that?”

 Returning Dante´s expectant look with a hesitant one Sam shook her head. “No.”

 “It´s because I see the way she looks at you, I know what she feels. And just from looking at her I know she loves you very much, right Lexi?”

 Turning my head towards Dante, I observed him for a few seconds trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Caressing Sam´s head, I nodded my agreement, smiling at her.

Content with what Dante had told her, Sam tucked her legs in, leaning against me as she expectantly turned towards the TV.

Mirroring her position, I snuggled up against Dante who had one arm slung over my shoulders, the other one holding the remote.

 Running his nose along my head, he pressed a kiss to my hair as he started the movie, before letting go of the remote and grabbing my hand. Sighing in content I pressed my lips against Dante´s shoulder blade, the hand whose fingers weren´t intertwined with his resting on Sam´s head, fingers tangled in her hair.

Soon the movie started and as all the animals gathered to honor the king of the lions I knew this was where I wanted to be.

Where I needed to be.

I had finally found my place.

We were lying in bed completely spent from our strenuous activity and still very much naked. Tris had come an hour after the movie ended to collect Sam, only asking me who the hell I thought would delete the footage of me coming here when she saw my shocked expression. Dante started laughing at that, but I´m sure he wouldn’t be so amused when the leaders a.k.a. the men of my family found out.

Luckily Sam promised to keep this little meeting under wraps or `our little secret´ like Dante called it before he bid her farewell.

Closing the door behind them he didn’t waste a second in scooping me up and carrying me into his bedroom where he showed me and I quote “What happens when you wake up the beast”.

 Now he was lying by my side, propped up on his elbow as he watched me and even though I had my eyes closed I could feel his gaze on my skin. Turning my head, I faced him, opening my eyes just to meet his indecipherable gaze.

Dante only smiled when I raised one eyebrow, tugging the sheet away from my hip he ran his fingers over the ink that adorned the skin right over my left hipbone.

“I haven’t seen this one before but after meeting her I understand why you wanted her name tattooed on you.”

 His thumb caressed the letters, the cursive writing of Sam´s name and I only smiled at him, too tired as to try to explain that she wasn't the only reason I had chosen this specific tattoo. Instead, I turned towards him, slinging my leg over his and laying my head on his shoulder I snuggled deeper into his embrace.

When Dante pulled me closer in return I sighed in content, pressing my nose against his pecks while he started to play with my hair.

“Sleep now, Lexi.”

 I only managed to nod weakly as sleep started to overtake me, the words he spoke next getting lost as my mind drifted to places far away, knowing he would keep me safe.

Our instructors had all the initiates gathered in the pit where they handed out the required gear we would need for the patrol we had to join.

Dad was standing in front, hands clasped behind his back as his voice echoed through the stone, his instructions clear and demanding as always.

We were to split up into three groups of eight to support the patrol groups in raiding different warehouses where there had been increased sightings of factionless and right now dad was briefing us about the safety aspects we were to follow.

How we always had to stay close to one member, never walking off on our owns and clear every room to prevent an ambush.

Basic stuff like that.

 Instead of listening to him I turned towards Avery who was talking feverishly, furrowing my brow when she stopped speaking like a dear in headlights. I swayed my gaze between her and Ivy wanting to know why they suddenly got quiet after talking so animatedly.

 “Ivy got laid last night.” Avery burst out, quickly covering her mouth the moment she realized what she just said.

“Avery!” Ivy hissed, swatting her arm as she turned towards me. Deeply confused I watched them, signaling that I wasn’t really shocked by her admission. Dauntless wasn’t known for its chastity and I wasn’t one to judge, especially since I got laid almost every single day last week.

And that by my instructor.

Rolling my eyes at them in a playful manner, I lined up behind Owen who seemed to just ignore them, their antics and their drama, so I did the same.

It took the line painfully long to move forward and when I finally received my vest and the long firearm, the only thing I wanted is to finally move out.

 Theo started reading the names and the respective numbers of the squat we would join, mine being second. Following Ivy, I made my way towards the group I was assigned to when someone grabbed my arm, holding me back.

Throwing Dante a confused look I signaled him that I had to go but he shook his head, telling me no.

“You´re not going with them. They´re all idiots.”

 I only raised one eyebrow in semi-amusement, trying to get to where I was supposed to go but Dante steered me away, instead telling one of the transfers to take my place. I don’t know if I was annoyed, amused or touched by his protectiveness, maybe all three.

But most of all I was relieved that we finally got going.

 Following my instructor or more like being manhandled by him, I joined the third group. We would check out a building near candor that was known to have housed factionless before, so there was a slight chance of finding something. We all got ushered towards the garages where the trucks were already waiting for us, ready to head out.

The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable, being squeezed together between so many people and when we finally came to a halt I all but jumped out, pushing through the people to get them to stop touching me.

It was insanely cramped with all the equipment we carried and the first thing I did was stretching my aching thighs from sitting like that for over 45 minutes.

We had stopped in front of a large brick building and I squinted my eyes. Positioning the gun that had hung over my shoulder, I had a strange feeling of familiarity as I took the shattered, but with cardboard covered windows of the warehouse in.

But since there were so many buildings similar to this in the whole damn city I just shook it off, turning back towards my squat where the highest-ranking patrol officer once again briefed the roughly twenty-five of us.

“Alright, no solo-runs, no goofing around and if I find one of you playing with the gun I´m going to show you what it feels like being shot. Understood?”

When everyone murmured in agreement the strict looking soldier nodded once, signaling us all to get into position. I lined up right behind Dante, pressing myself against the wall like everyone else.

On the count of three, one of the experienced patrol officers kicked the heavy steel door open and we flowed into the building like the special forces in the old action movies used to, always watching for danger.

 While four members stayed back to guard the entrance the rest of us split up into two groups, the larger one searching through the ground floor while I followed Dante and several others down into the basement.

The visible rusty pipes and the concrete floor caused a strange feeling of foreboding to bubble inside my chest, my heart rate only increasing when I spotted the familiar steel doors all along the dimly lit hallway.

This had to be a joke.

 Tightening the grip on my gun I walked forwards watching how they opened each door, aiming for every possible target inside as they did so. They proceeded like that and we advanced until I exactly knew where we were.

Dante gestured for me to follow him, to concentrated on the task at hand to notice the way my breathing speed up as my throat tightened with every step I took or how the gun threatened to slide out of my sweaty hands.

With reluctant steps, I walked behind him trying to control my breathing and I managed until we reached that one door I didn't want him to open. But he did.

 Pushing the handle down, Dante stemmed his shoulder into the steel door that seemed to be stuck, finally managing to open it after several attempts. Pointing his gun inside he cleared the room, where still the rag lay, I used to cover myself with every night until my father finally found me.

 I quietly stumbled backward with weak knees, until my back touched the opposite wall and I whipped my head around. Starring down the corridor I squinted my eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I thought to see something move in the darkness, not sure if there really had been any movement or if my mind was fucking with me.

Feeling the pull in my chest I took a hesitant step forward, then another and another until I was almost running down the hallway.

I heard someone call my name, most likely Dante but I paid him no mind as I darted around corners, the exact route burned into my memory like their mark had been burned into my back, my gun hanging forgotten over my shoulders.

 Not slowing down for a second I burst through another door, my breathing ragged as I abruptly stopped shirt in the middle of the room. Swiveling around I clenched my fists, almost seeing the man surrounding me in this very same room, that was now completely empty.

Or so I thought.

 From the corner of my eye, I saw something shiny, reflecting the dimmed light that shone inside from the hallway. I could hear shouts coming closer, footsteps thundering through the abandoned basement but I blocked them out, walking forward as if in trance until I was right in front of it.

Crouching down I picked the shiny object up, all air leaving my body when I realized what it was.

 Not even looking up when someone stormed into the room I stayed in my position on the floor, slowly turning the coin in my hand.

Seeing the symbol of the eagle engraved into the shiny metal I was instantly thrown back to the day I found it in one of the erudite archives and dad told me to take it with me even though it had been a rare found, being a coin from before the war. How it was my present for Sam on his seventh birthday or that he always carried it with, claiming it was his lucky charm.

I almost smiled at the memory.

 That was until I realized there had been no speck of dust on it.

No spot of rust.

Even though this room was full of debris, wet and cold the coin looked as if it had been polished only recently.

And suddenly I could feel their presence all around me, how they leered at us, at me while we were at their mercy, the way their voices rang through the room while we withered in pain once again being tortured.

One of them had been here.

 “Lexi! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Still frozen by the terror I felt, I wasn’t able to turn and face Ben who was coming to a halt in front of me, breathing harshly because he had run after me. “You weren´t supposed to be here for a reason!”

 Two gently hands gripped me beneath my arms, heaving me up again and I felt Dante pulling my stiff form against his warm one. “I had no idea, Lexi. I´m sorry.”

His words were quiet, spoken directly into my ear so Ben who watched me furious and concerned at the same time wouldn’t hear it.

 “Get her the fuck out of here!” Ben´s voice was hard, his eyes fire blazing as he took my obvious disheveled state in. The way my breathing was ragged as my mind was still trying to fight the terror that threatened to overtake my whole body.

I didn’t even fully comprehend the way Dante carried me out of the room, I just closed my eyes hoping for it to be just another nightmare.

“Are you feeling better, Lex?”

 I was leaning against the brick wall a few feet away from the trucks, head tilted back as I tried to compose myself. Dante was pacing around with a deeply regretful expression while his hair was sticking out in every direction, his hands running through it constantly. Giving him a weak smile, I extended my hand and he complied to my quiet request immediately, taking it before stepping closer to me.

After downing a whole bottle of water and being in the fresh air my mind was clearer and I was finally able to think again, already feeling ashamed of my open display of weakness.

Surprisingly it bothered me less that Dante had seen me like that, than the other dauntless who all watched him carry me out.

 Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled Dante closer, his sheer presence being able to calm me down again. My lips met his in a soft kiss that had nothing sexual about it, but it reassured me what I already knew.

That he was always there for me.

Caressing the side of his face, the stubble feeling deliciously beneath my fingertips I looked deeply into his eyes, opening my mouth.

 But for the second time this day I saw something sparkle from the corner of my eye, reflecting the sunlight and I reacted instantly, pushing Dante to the ground before ducking away myself.

Just in time for the gunshot that rang through the air, colliding with the wall where not even a second ago both of our heads had been.

Rolling away and out of the line of fire, I grabbed one of the guns lying on the ground, trying to dodge the bullets that flew around me while I took aim.

Pulling the trigger, I had never been happier to have a semi-automatic weapon that didn’t need manual reloading as I fired at least ten times, shattering the windows, where I was sure the shooter had been. But soon my clip was empty and I turned around, frantically searching for Dante.

 He was lying on the ground, clutching his leg and not trying to get up. Hurrying over to him, I pulled him behind a container, just in case someone else was taking aim.

Dante cursed loudly, the movements obviously hurting him and I felt my heart sink when I realized his hands were bloody.

Swatting them away, I feverishly searched for the source of bleeding praying it wasn’t some place vital but he captured my wrists with one hand, forcing me to look into his eyes while raising my head with the other.

"Calm down, Lexi. The asshole just grazed my leg, it´s nothing.”

 Letting out a breath in relief I slumped against the container, calming my racing heart as the tension left my body.

He was okay.

But the relief was short-lived, the rage that let my whole being burn up in anger wasn’t anything I could subdue.

Gritting my jaw, I scrambled up, snatching the second gun. Ignoring Dante´s shouts for me to come back I stormed back into the alleyway emptying the second magazine aiming at the windows, before throwing the firearm away, gripping the gutter.

 Pulling myself up, I climbed as fast as I could, being all too aware that I was out in the open, an easy target as long as I wasn´t inside the building. Seeing movement from the corner of my eye I raised my head, looking right into the face of one of the men I hated with all my heart, one that plagued my reoccurring nightmares.

The factionless that injected Sam with the death serum.

 The slender, but still muscular man that was known for his cunningness smirked down at me and in that moment, I knew it.

They were toying with me.

And I was going to kill them all.

Slowly and painfully.

 He drew his head back into the room and it took me a few seconds but then I was there, swinging myself through the shattered window right where he had disappeared to.

But he was already gone.

 Blinded by all-consuming rage I drew the handgun that was strapped to my hip, storming through the threshold that lacked the door into the hallway and after the sound of his retreating steps. Running around corners and through countless rooms that were parched with parcels I wasn’t prepared for the blow I took when I stormed out of another abandoned office room into another hallway.

I didn't know what it was that hit my head, but pain burst hot like iron behind my temples and I fell backward, everything going black.

 I was out before I hit the floor.

I know.. I know… You hate me.. :D I´m really sorry but it´s necessary for the development of Lexi´s story… I will try to not leave you with a cliffhanger too long but I have a few things to do. Still, Lexi is always calling for me :D

But choosing as the last one and having to wait for weeks was something he couldn't understand.

Eric wasn’t a patient man so he had been aggravated from the very beginning.

And when she started with her perfect little plan, that she had figured out under so much duress and explained how she would be able to tell her brother what they two of them had done, Eric had to suppress the exasperation he felt. He didn’t want to scold her but she didn’t have one clue as what to do.

Even though he now had to admit it was a little amusing that she was so clueless, it had annoyed him.

A smirk threatened to curl his lips up while he thought about her shocked expression but when Wayne mustered him with a strange look Eric carefully composed his face, showing the leader mask, his best friend knew too well.

 “I´ve been busy.” His reply was curt, not wanting to give Wayne the chance to sense that something was wrong. Seeing his child had rattled Eric to the core, for once showing his weak side as his erudite-like mind tried to figure out how to keep both, Amy and the little one save.

After all, he was a leader, always a target not just to factionless rebels but also to inner faction threats that wanted to bring him down, just because they didn't agree with his methods.

And now Amy would walk around with a huge target on her back, just like his unborn child calling for those fuckers to hurt them. How easy would it be to wound or to abduct them?

The perfect leverage, to make the young leader do everything they wanted. To make him their puppet that would strangle itself with the strings in the end.

Eric knew he had to let Max know they needed 24/7 surveillance and their best soldiers in standby since her dickhead of brother wouldn’t think of it, wouldn’t think of protecting his own sister.

He needed to know where she was at all times.

His little stiff.

 "Yeah, clearly," Wayne responded dryly, eying him up as if searching for clues. “And why did your secretary tell me you had an appointment with a gynecologist? I seriously hope you´re not hiding from me that you´re secretly a woman. That would be gross.”

 "Fuck you, Wayne." Eric gritted his teeth, annoyed that the damn nosy bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut and his best friend didn’t know when to draw the line. He fiddled with the cap of the bottle avoiding his gaze, harshly scolding him. “It´s none of your business.”

 “Come on!” Whining, Wayne slumped down on the table, scowling like a toddler. “I´m your best friend! I even followed you out of erudite so cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on. You haven’t been yourself lately and I´m taking the chance of sounding like a sappy tree hugger but I´m worried.”

 Eric contemplated for a moment, deciding it would be best to tell his best friend of his predicament now before he found out otherwise but someone interrupted him, yelling his name.

“Eric!”

Before he could even turn around to face the person that called him a hand came out of nowhere, slapping the bottle from his hand. It flew against the wall, shattering into thousand pieces.

Whipping his head around, to rip the person who had dared to disrespect him in such a way Eric wasn’t prepared for the fist that met his jaw with so much force, it sent him to the floor.

Not hesitating for a second, Eric lessened the impact with a backwards roll standing back up immediately, hands in a defensive position ready to kill whoever attacked him.

 Raising his gaze, the young leader came face to face with an outrageous Four, all muscles tensed like a snake about to strike.

Eric knew instantly what had happened.

The little stiff must have come out sooner than he anticipated. He appreciated that she came out clean but a little heads up would have been great. At least then number boy wouldn’t have been able to catch him off guard for everyone to see.

 "What the hell, man?" Wayne shouted, looking ready to intervene, but Eric subtly shook his head stopping him. This was his fight. "Four, what are you doing?"

 But Four ignored him completely, as he and Eric sized each other up, the rest of the members and all the noise around them fading into distance.

Number boy tensed up, eyes blazing and as he opened his mouth the leader knew exactly what pitiful accusations he would throw at him.

"How dare you lay hand on my sister?!"

 The gasps and whispers that arose, leaving no doubt that the whole compound would hear of this before the day would be over, were oblivious to them both, eyes glued to only each other.

 "Lay hand on her?” Eric mocked, lips curling into a cruel smirk. ”I just gave her what she asked for, as long and as hard as she asked for. I didn't force her to anything. Let's rather say she was more than compliant."

 Images of pale thighs wrapped around his head flashed by in front of his eyes and he almost missed the second punch that was thrown at him. By reflex he narrowly avoided what would have been the biggest humiliation of his life and when Four´s hand flew by his face, he grabbed his wrist pulling him closer.

Planting two quick hits on his abdomen Eric pushed him away again, eyes narrowed as he flexed his aching jaw.  But Four wasn’t that easy to relent and he knew that.

 When he came again at the young leader, Eric tried to land another punch, this time aimed at Four´s head but he merely blocked it. Unfazed by the power it held he rammed his shoulder into the young leader’s guts, knocking the wind out of him.

From somewhere beside him he thought to hear his little stiff but his mind was too occupied to check if she really was there. She could watch him beating Four´s ass into next week, though.

 Eric hit the ground, for a moment to wind up to move as Four straddled him, knees caging his arms to his body, rendering him unable to do anything against Four´s fists that started flying into Eric´s unprotected face, his head slamming back against the concrete.

 He retaliated not even a second later, sending his knee into number boy´s back, using his pain induced stiffness to roll them over. Not bothering to brush away the blood that dripped from a cut above his eyebrow into his eyes, Eric started showering him with punches fueled by rage but Four did his best to block them, forearms protecting his face.

The young leader only got one good punch in, his opponents nose starting to gush blood immediately before Four placed his elbow in Eric´s guts. Pushing him off, he scrambled away to gather his wits and catch his breath.

 Eric did the same. Pushing himself up he wiped from under his eye, only managing to smear the blood all over his face. But he couldn’t ponder long about the fact that it most likely will leave a scar since number boy whose nose looked suspiciously crooked decided he didn't have enough yet.

Ducking away from under his next punch, Eric´s fist just only brushed Four´s ribs still with enough force to cause a bruise later but not leaving a lasting damage like he had hoped.

 They circled each other, striking over and over again as both tried to inflict as much pain as they possibly could, their blows too powerful as that anyone would have dared to intervene and risk being knocked out cold.

Or worse.

Their fight, so close in skill, speed and force went on for several painful minutes, leaving Eric´s whole body aching. It was the first real fight the both of them had since initiation. Back then the young leader had taunted and mocked him to such an extent that Four showed his real face.

Wasn´t a pretty one.

He had to spend almost a week in the infirmary and Eric wasn’t one to whine, but that had hurt.

 The young leader was pleased that he had no doubt improved his technique, his nemesis not being able to knock him out easily. Still, he knew it was a far shot to say he´d be winning anytime soon even though he would never admit it. He would rather die than losing to Four while the whole faction was watching.

It would mean he had failed as a leader and should take the next trip to the chasm.

 Both of them were to focused on beating each other, anticipating every possible move that they didn’t even hear their superior´s entrance, even less the words he spoke or the way everyone instantly quieted down. They only snapped out of it, when suddenly there were people detaining them, Wayne and Peter dragging a beaten Eric away while talking intently, Uriah, Will and Zeke doing the same with Four.

 But Eric didn’t listen to his best friend as he watched the little redhead stumble towards her brother, face tear-stained and hands wringing furiously.

With narrowed eyes, he observed how her asshole of brother that had been glaring at him the whole time now channeled his anger towards her, looking disgusted that she even thought about touching him now that she had been defiled with Eric´s touch.

 Placing his hand on Wayne´s chest without looking away from Amy, Eric slowly pushed him away and Wayne reluctantly let go, knowing there was nothing that would keep him here.

With slow steady steps the young leader walked forwards, his eyes trailed on the woman carrying his child, that was desperately begging her brother to understand.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he insulted her in the worst way possible.

 Eric only heard `Father was right´ and `whore´, enough to make the anger boil again hot in his chest as he registered what the bastard just said to his sister. Clenching his fists, Eric was so close to strangling him but before he could execute his very accurate plan of murder Amy stumbled back as if taking a blow, almost falling to the ground.

Eric caught her shaking form keeping her upright, the little stiff almost limp in his arms as she sobbed heartbreakingly into his chest.

Scooping her up, the young leader threw Four his most livid glare promising him a slow and excruciating death.

"I suggest you´ll leave right this instant if you don't want me to kill you in the most painful way possible. Since you are apparently ´no brother of hers´ there is nothing that will hold me back.” Looking down at the woman in his arms, he tightened his grip as he once again heard the strangled sobs leaving her throat. ”So get the fuck out of my sight!"

 His annoying friends started to pull him out of the pit, while his more than infuriating girlfriend had her hands placed on his chest to keep him in line. All of them were shitting their pants, wanting to get away from the glares Eric was throwing them. They did their best to get Four away from the young leader before he could draw his weapon shoot him.

Certainly a most satisfying solution.

It wasn’t as if anyone could say something against it. After all, Eric was the leader.

He was the embodiment of the system.

 Realizing that practically half of the faction was staring at him, his best friend included Eric threw all of them dirty looks, meeting Wayne´s raised eyebrow with a meaningful look that basically told him everything he needed to know before striding out of the pit with quick steps.

 Amy had her head buried in his chest not once looking up as the young leader carried her through the hallways. He assumed her state was mostly caused by her brother´s words that hurt her in the most painful way, deliberately targeting her insecurities to use them against her.

Nothing that Eric wouldn’t do, but he would never talk to his sister that he claimed to love in such a fashion.

Real dick move.

 Noticing that Amy grew quieter, only hiccupping occasionally Eric pressed his lips to her forehead, inhaling deeply.

Her sweet scent as always soothing his mind that lay in turmoil.

With his hand that was slung around her torso, Eric drew circles on the exposed skin of her stomach, where her t-shirt had ridden up a little.

Feeling the strange need to comfort her, Eric heard himself mutter words he never thought would ever leave his mouth.

"We are your family now"

After changing a sleeping Amy out of her uncomfortable looking clothes into one of his too tight shirts, Eric laid her down on his bed tugging her in before quietly leaving the room.

Not wanting to wake her up, being aware she cried herself to sleep Eric used the second bathroom in his flat.

In front of the mirror, he cleaned the cut on his forehead, before injecting himself with a dose of healing serum he had stashed in his medicine cabinet for exact these situations.

He hated going to the infirmary so it made sense to him to have a little stash at his disposal whenever he needed it.

 Stripping out of his clothes, Eric stepped into the shower the almost scolding water soothing the ache of his tense muscles and forming bruises. He seriously hoped that the serum would cause the very purple bruise on his jaw to disappear until tomorrow morning. He didn’t need a visible reminder that fueled his desire to skin Four alive more than he already wanted to.

Finished in the bathroom, Eric dressed in the only casual clothes he owned: sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.

 Back in the kitchen, he grabbed himself another beer since he never came around to finish his first one. Taking a seat on a stool in front of the island, occasionally sipping his beer Eric got lost in his thoughts.

What his little stiff would do now that she had experienced the wrath of her brother, how he would handle his insubordination in initiation, Eric was sure to come or how the hell he should take care of a child.

The only positive thing about the situation was that Amy used to be a stiff so Eric was sure she´d be more than capable of handling the child herself when he was away doing leadership business.

Maybe the only advantage of associating with stiffs in the first place.

 Still, Eric couldn’t deny that he was worried about her, not just his child. He knew that she could take more than it seemed but her mind was still fragile, cracked by countless years of abuse and Eric vowed that if any of the stress caused by her brother harmed the baby, he would kill him with bare hands.

 Distracted by his thoughts, Eric neither noticed the time passing by nor the young woman who shyly came tapping out of his bedroom. Startled by a noise he lifted his head from where he had buried it in his hands, gaze trailing over the redhead that stood there, nervously wringing with the hemline of his shirt.

 Amy looked tired, her eyes red from crying as she avoided his questioning gaze. She answered his question if everything was alright that she just was thirsty and had a headache, no doubt from crying herself to sleep.

Flicking his eyes over her bare legs, Eric got up to pour her a glass of orange juice, something he knew she drank with every meal no matter what she was eating. Placing it on the counter, he came to a halt behind her fingers placed on her temples.

Eric knew it was an effective way to get rid of a headache since he had no idea what kind of headache pill he could give her without harming the baby.

Sighing in content at the relief he brought her Amy rested her head against his pecs, closing her eyes for a moment. Eric watched her head tilted, he was glad to get her to relax a little after this shitty day.

 After a minute he slowly stepped back, leaving Amy to down the whole glass in a few gulps. Looking up at him, she asked how he knew what she liked to drink. The question made Eric more than just mildly uncomfortable since he didn’t want her to know he´d basically been watching her since the day she appeared on the roof looking like an angel from heaven send down to earth for his personal punishment.

So he deflected.

 But seeing her face fall with disappointment, Eric had to roll his eyes at his own behavior as he, after all, confessed that she indeed had captured his attention long ago. And the worst thing was that he couldn't stop.

Soon he had told her that he memorized all her six fears, what they were and how impressed he had been by her performance.

And even though he had vowed to himself to never let anyone have that kind of leverage over him, the moment Eric saw her eyes lighting up with happiness he knew exposing his softer side had been worth it.

Still, he had enough serious conversations for one night and he started teasing her with his words as well as his not so subtle touches.

 To make her laugh he brought up her most embarrassing fear, making her quickly cover his mouth with her hands which were preventing him from reaching his goal. To kiss every single inch of her skin.

 Capturing her wrists in one of his big hands, Eric pinned her against the wall continuing to trail his moist lips over the sensitive skin of her neck while Amy seemingly endless ranted on about how Clowns were creepy only making Eric chuckle.

He didn’t really know what to say to her. Here he was, doing his best to seduce her, while his little stiff seemed hell-bent to explain some psychological shit to him. As if he hadn't heard enough of that from his father every time he saw him, which luckily hadn’t been much.

Eric knew he needed to up his game.

 Pretending to pay attention to her little rant, Eric´s hand stealthily trailed beneath her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her hip. Snickering to himself when he heard her breath hitch Eric decided to play innocent as he looked up, his lips ghosting over hers.

Right in that moment, he remembered the cruel words he spoke about her and something he had seldom felt before sharply twisted his guts.

Regret.

 And so he did something he never did.

He apologized.

 But his little one seemed not too bothered about it because before he knew what happened, her mouth was pressed against his in a searing kiss, her tongue sneaking through his lips clashing with his.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me."

 Startled by her demand Eric froze for a second before a sly smirk curled up his lips. Grabbing the hem of the shirt, he pulled it over her head, diving right back into their kiss.

“My pleasure.”

With that he picked her up, hands gripping her bare thighs as he carried a squealing Amy into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them before ridding himself of his clothes in one motion.

 Instead of throwing her onto the bed like he had done the first time he had her in here, Eric sat down so that his little stiff straddled him, hands trailing over her side making her squirm. But it was effective. Now her bare chest was pressed against his, as their tongues intertwined battling for dominance, her hips rocking against his bulge.

Amy was the first to pull back, biting her lip she seemed to contemplate something. Letting herself sliding from his lap she slapped Eric´s hands away that grabbed for her, making him furrow his brow.

“What are you doing?”

 But she only shushed him, now kneeling in front of him looking up with big eyes as her hand tentatively came to a stop at his boxers, fingers just dipping inside caressing the happy trail that lead down south.

Getting an idea where this was going, Eric incredulously raised his hips letting the little vixen proceed in pulling down his underwear not believing his luck or that this was really happening.

Facing his manhood at eye level Amy bit her lip, scrutinizing it closely from every angle possible before she hesitantly touched it with one finger, trailing it up and down.

Eric groaned at the slight friction, grabbing her hand in his bigger one to wrap it around his member fully, showing her exactly how to stroke. But Amy pulled her hand back, tsking at him, forbidding him to touch.

Exhaling deeply, Eric let himself fall down on his bed thighs spread widely, hands crossed behind his head just enjoying her hesitant touches that grew more confident with each second.

 Amy had established a satisfying pace, both hands wrapped around his shaft when suddenly something hot and wet touched the head of his member, making his head snap up in surprise.

Looking down Eric was faced with the most erotic sight he had ever had the pleasure to witness.

There she sat, his little redhead, hair framing her angelic face eyes innocently watching him while her pouty lips were wrapped around the top of his member.

When she moved her tongue he instinctively clenched his hips to prevent himself from cumming right there and then. Grunting he flogged down again, one hand tangling in Amy´s hair while he fisted the blanket above his head with his other.

She slowly started to bob her head, careful to not touch his sensitive skin with her teeth, taking him deeper each time she swirled her tongue around until Eric knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With the hand in her hair, he pulled her back, almost laughing when she started pouting at him.

“Don´t worry princess. You´ll soon get what you want.”

 With that he pulled her up by her hips, ripping her underwear off when she came to stand in front of him. Amy gasped in response to Eric´s hands on her butt, roughly massaging her cheeks while he pulled her closer forcing her to straddle him again.

Hovering directly over him, Eric smirked now that he had her exactly where he wanted her.

 Gripping himself with one hand, he positioned his length directly under her entrance hissing in pleasure when he felt her velvety hotness engulf him. Amy slowly sank down but stopped after a few inches, breathing ragged she tried to get her bearings.

But Eric wasn’t known for his patience.

 Gripping the hair at her nape, he pulled her head back with enough force to make her obey him, but still careful not to hurt her, exposing her neck that would soon be full of love marks while simultaneously pushing her hips down, forcing her to take all of him at once.

Amy shrieked at the sudden fullness, back arching, not knowing if she wanted to escape being impaled or to get more of the delicious friction. But when Eric who was gently biting along her neck leaving his marks of ownership on her flawless skin, slowly lifted her up again just to pull her back down she slowly started gyrating her hips in response.

Fueled by her gentle movement Eric quickened his pace, lifting her up before pulling her back down over and over again.

 Establishing a rhythm, Amy rocked her hips meeting him thrust for thrust moaning loudly every time he hit an especially sensitive spot deep inside her, she kissed him passionately. Eric was still gripping her hair, soon forcing her to arch her back making her even tighter for him than she already was.

Moving against each other, in sync with each other, it didn't take long for Amy to arrive at the brink of something big, Eric right behind her as he rocked them into bliss, bodies rubbing against each other.

With one last upwards thrust Amy shattered, a high pitched moan leaving her open mouth as she convulsed around his hard shaft, triggering Eric´s release. Pulling her head back even further, he bit down heightening the sensations that rocked her to the core as he spilled himself into her with a grunt and a few more uncoordinated thrusts, riding out his own orgasm.

 Trying to catch his breath Eric slumped back into the mattress, his little stiff collapsing completely spent in a boneless heap on top of him. Closing his eyes, it didn’t take long for the image of the little redhead kneeling in front of him to flash vividly behind his eyes and despite the great climax he just experienced, Eric felt himself growing hard again.

As did Amy.

 With wide eyes she looked up at him, almost scared of his answer, she squeaked. “Again?”

 “Again.” Smirking dirty, Eric grabbed her, gently situating her in the middle of his bed. Crawling on top of her, he positioned himself again, watching her beautiful face closely.

Hissing in pain, as he touched the sensitive area Eric almost wished to have not interfered and saved the dauntless man´s ass, to let him be taught a lesson by those damn rebels.

But being as it is Eric was the responsible leader and therefore had the obligation to protect every single member of his faction.

Even if they were idiots and didn’t deserve to be called dauntless.

 The only advantage of getting injured was that Amy had been the nurse to treat him after Eric had successfully frightened the other one away. That one just didn’t look competent enough to get her fingers onto his body.

But the sheer feeling of Amy´s soft hands on his body after the night they had shared almost made him lose it.

It took Eric all of his self-control to not grab her slim waist and have his way with her right there on the examination table. Especially when she bowed down mid-examination to retrieve a new pack of gaze, exposing her well-rounded behind. Not even her horrifyingly ugly scrubs did anything to prevent the raging boner, Eric had difficulties to hide from her.

 Still, when she had turned around after being finished with him, exposing her back, the young leader couldn’t resist riling her up a little, like she always managed to do with him.

But the moan he had lured out of her, brought images of her on the kitchen island back testing his resistance further.

The only way to contain himself and not give the rest of the packed infirmary a peep-show was to leave, so Eric stormed out of the room masking the loss of will power with a sarcastic remark like he always did.

 The young leader would never give Amy that sort of leverage over him, to know how she affected him, how easy it would be for her to convince him to do anything she wanted. There would never be a woman to rule over or manipulate him in any way, not like his calculating mother did to his father, even though that bastard wasn’t any better.

Eric prided himself in being too smart for that.

Even if it was hard at times.

When he saw her with other men even if they were just talking…

 So to not test his barely existing restraint any further Eric stayed the hell away from the infirmary or anything really that had anything to do with the redheaded vixen.

And that meant changing the bandage himself, which took him way longer, then it had taken Amy. It was because Eric couldn’t really reach behind his own back, but with a lot of cursing and imagining the slaughter of every annoying member to calm himself down, Eric had finally managed to get the bandage into the right place.

 Assessing his work in the mirror Eric knew not facing the redheaded nurse had been worth the struggle. If number boy ever found out, his biggest enemy had defiled his saint of sister there would be hell to pay – not just for Eric but for everyone in the compound.

But even if the young leader would have to fight his archrival, which by the way wouldn’t be a big sacrifice at all, that one night had been worth it.

And that was the problem.

 Before Eric had taken Amy home from the bar he had been sure that this would be a hit it and quit it kind of lay, that his little infatuating with the stiff would fade after he had thrown her out of his apartment.

But for once in his life, Eric had been wrong.

 Instead of sending Amy on her way with a half-assed lie or just blatantly rude, like he usually did with one of his rare lays, the redhead had spent the night in his bed cuddling.

 What the hell was wrong with him that he cuddled the stiff and even dared feeling good doing so?!

Her sheer presence made it feel, as if the tension of countless hours at work just up and disappeared, leaving him sleeping like a damn baby for once.

So much so, that the leader who always had one hand under his pillow, laying atop of his gun for his own safety, didn’t even wake up when the less than subtle woman stealthily left his flat in the morning.

How Amy who seemed to have to left feet managed that was still puzzling him.

 That he had seriously enjoyed her company freaked Eric out to such an extent, that he tried everything to get her out of his head. Eric kept his distance and avoided everything that had something to do with Fours sister because at this point every temptation could possibly lead to something the leader wasn’t prepared for.

Or just not willing to admit or try ever.

 And for a few weeks, he managed to lie to himself just fine.

 That was until he found himself in a conference room after news got out, that the nosy fuckers in the erudite lab had mixed up a bunch of flu shots with the birth control shots, condemning a bunch of unlucky idiots to be bound to their open-legged dauntless females forever.

When Eric first heard news of it, he snorted, feeling not in the least sorry for them. Most dauntless, no matter if male or female behaved like a dog in heat, getting it on in the not so abandoned hallways or rutting on the dancefloor itself.

If these boneheads knocked up the compound sluts, they must have been lucky to not get an STD while doing so.

 Head full of disdain for that kind of members, Eric swiveled in his chair playing with a pen, listening half-heartedly to Max and Maggs talking about the issue at him, while he himself just waited for the infirmary staff to finally arrive, so he could go back to exercise a little more.

That´s all he did those days to distract himself.

Train until he could barely walk anymore, work until his head hurt from staring at the screen for so long and drink himself to sleep at night.

Standing up in the morning and repeat.

 Tapping the pen on the mahogany table Eric halted his motions when the door opened and a young woman stumbled into the room.

The one he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Amy straightened up, fumbling with the papers in her hands, shooting a worried look over to Max and Maggs before her eyes fixated the young leader.

When she froze for a second Eric raised his eyebrows in question, smirking when Amy blushed deeply. The young leader was more than pleased that he obviously wasn’t the only one affected by the presence of the other.

But when she pressed the folder to her abdomen to protect herself from his watchful eyes, Amy unconsciously pushed up her breasts, that were somehow even more appealing than they had been before. The way they threatened to escape the confinements of her bra, even though they were completely covered by her shirt caused the need for Eric to adjust himself under the table, carefully so the other leaders wouldn’t notice his state of arousal.

 Max took pity on her frightened state and addressed her kindly, the experience of years in leadership shining through. In true stiff fashion Amy stumbled over her words obviously freaked out by the sheer presence of Eric, who found the whole ordeal amusing, and Maggs until Max started to joke about the young leader, causing her to crack a smile and loosen up, while Eric leaned back into his chair, disgruntled by the mockery.

 After taking a deep breath Amy pulled herself together and started to inform the leaders of how the whole incident was able to occur, using mostly technical terms. Only now Eric realized she was smarter than he had given her credit for.

Not that he had thought the former stiff was stupid in any way but she had always been quiet, meek even, so hearing her speaking as if she was born to stand in front of the leaders, Eric found himself enthralled by her again.

Especially when she stepped forward, setting down a box full of vitals and he got a good look at her cleavage, while she bowed over to hand Max a paper.

Catching her superior do the same thing only with her backside Eric scowled at the lanky looking man, making the wimp immediately direct his eyes anywhere but at his inferior.

 Eric was seriously mad at Amy.

Just when his infatuation had dwindled down a little, or so he thought, the redhead had to come here and destroy all the hard work he mustered at forgetting her.

Eric even tried to get his mind off her by picking up another woman one evening. But when he had her in his flat bowed over the armrest of his couch, her ass right in front of him Eric felt no desire to continue the quick fuck and threw her out of his flat, sending her on her way with no explanation.

He had been able to hear her complaints through the closed door and was tempted for a moment to show her that she was biting off more than she could chew. But all those mind games and work had tired him out, so the only thing he did was nursing a scotch before going to sleep.

And now with the woman that somehow had been able to wiggle her way into his mind right in front of him, Eric knew he had done the right thing.

 Maggs rant pulled him out of his thoughts and Eric listened closely to her enumerate every single thing that could go wrong with being pregnant and raising children in dauntless, agreeing in silence while Amy got paler with each sentence.

Eric fretted at that.

Figures, his little stiff would want children but until her dearest brother would let anyone touch her in that way it could take her ages to get to this point.

Not that he wanted any other fucker to touch what was his.

Just the thought made his blood boil and the pen in his hand almost snapped from the force he gripped it with.

 "Maybe we could make the compound child-safe?" Amy asked meekly, trying to stand up to Maggs, but Eric saw that she didn´t even consider it herself, making the young leader snort in amusement.

 "Right, upholster foil on the railings and safety nets that double as hammocks for drunken fools. We´re dauntless for a reason. They will just have to look after their little brats."

And Eric meant what he said. If those people couldn’t look after their children, they shouldn’t have reproduced.

Simple as that.

 But the junior leader´s declaration made Max chuckle in delight at his inferior´s ignorance because he knew what it was like to have children of his own.

"Just wait, until you have kids, son. I´m sure you´ll order every available piece of foam erudite could produce."

 "As if," Eric muttered under his breath, knowing that if he ever had children, which he doubted because the only woman he was remotely interested in was the sister of the man he hated most, they would never even get into the position that they needed foam to save them.

No child of Eric would ever get into the danger of hurting themselves around the compound.

He would make sure of it.

 It was silent for a moment when everyone in the room waited for the nurse to go on but she was obviously lost in her own thoughts. But a nudge by Keith that left Amy embarrassed, she went on informing them about the mishap, handing Max a piece of paper where every woman that got the wrong shot was listed, just like the ones that were confirmed pregnant.

When she went on telling the leaders that there were 12 of them her superior started to hiss at her, something Eric didn’t quite grasp because he was too busy watching Amy closely as her gaze seemed to be glued to Max, who had stilled beside the young leader.

 His gaze flickered from the paper to the young woman obviously contemplating something and the words leaving the senior leader´s mouth made the blood froze in Eric´s veins.

"You are one of them?"

 Not trusting his own hearing, Eric´s head flew to Amy who only looked down at her own hands. Guilt written all over her face.

"What?!" Eric ripped the paper out of Max's hands, eyes frantically flitting over the page until it came to a stop on her name.

Amy Eaton, followed by her apartment number.

Eric´s head snapped up so fast it would have given anyone whiplash. Glaring at the young woman in front of him, Eric knew exactly why she didn’t dare raise her eyes. Because she would find grey, cold eyes staring back into her innermost soul.

 "I am, Sir.", was all she managed to choke out, fiddling with the sleeves of her sweater, not even looking up when Eric finally spoke, his voice as cold as the shiver that ran down her spine.

"How long?"

Inhaling deeply Amy responded but still avoided his gaze.

"Roughly six weeks, I´d guess. But I haven´t known for long."

 Enraged, Eric jumped up, making the chair drag noisily over the floor as it almost tipped over and for the first time since she handed the paper to Max, Amy looked up.

Her frightful grey eyes met Eric´s furry blazing ones and he saw her shriveling back. Amy hadn´t seen such murderous anger since she left home for good two years ago.

What she didn’t know was that his anger wasn’t aimed at her. At least not solely.

But how was he supposed to act if the woman who had him in shackles got herself knocked up.

Eric hoped for everyone in this damn compound that it was his.

Otherwise, there would be hell to pay.

 Amy stumbled backwards when he stormed towards her but Eric gripped her arm, pulling her into his chest before dragging the young dauntless out of the room.

"If you´d excuse us." Eric snarled at his fellow leaders, not giving a shit if he was respectful or not, they would understand afterwards.

 His hand still around her arm in a vice-like grip Eric dragged the helpless woman through the corridors, not bothering with her cries for him to let her go.

Amy would get what she wished for soon enough.

 Stopping in an abandoned hallway, far enough away from the conference room Eric slammed the young woman against the wall, shielding her with his hands to lessen the impact and make sure she wouldn’t get hurt.

He may be an asshole but he would never hurt a child or a pregnant woman.

To be honest he only did it to intimidate and cage her in his arms, quenching every escape attempt in the dust.

Leaning his hot body against hers Eric scrutinized Amy closely, enjoying the way his height made her tower over her.

Amy´s eyes were tightly shut, her beautiful face contorted as if she was still waiting for the impact of the wall but Eric hands behind her head and on her back had observed the power of the push. She hadn´t even really felt anything but was still frantically clutching the combat vest he always wore.

 The young leader knew she must be scared out of her mind with him so furious, but he also was aware of that Amy wouldn’t dare lie to him if she was conscious of the consequences that awaited her, should she dare to do so.

Knowing himself that intimidation was his strongest suit and utmost help in getting what he wanted, Eric spoke, his voice as cold as the heart of his mother.

"Is it mine?"

 Amy whipped her head up to glare at him, but instantly shriveled back again, face showing fear when she met his furious stare.

"Yes… of course it is! I haven't slept with anyone, other than you, for more than one and a half years. I´m not like that."

Amy started to tear up at his unsaid accusation and it bothered Eric to no end seeing her like that. But even though her admission that the baby was indeed his calmed Eric down immediately, the fact that she hadn´t come to see him the second she found out made him furious once again.

"How long have you known?"

 "Only two days. Please, Eric, you have to believe me. It´s only been two days and nobody knows."

Amy stumbled over her voice, hands still gripping him, eyes lowered to the space between them that was almost nonexistent because Eric´s muscular body was still pressed against hers. But even with her head hung low Eric knew she was holding back tears.

"Nobody knows?"

 When Amy realized that Eric had slightly calmed down, she let out a deep breath to collect herself and when she spoke again her voice was steady.

"No, I mean no one except Belle and she was the one who made me do the test."

 Eric didn’t speak for a long moment, contemplating if he should really lay his feelings down in front of the sister of his greatest foe, but if she planned on carrying the child- no, his child- the young leader knew he needed all the answers he could get.

Even if it meant to give her ammunition against him.

The long silence must have been deafening for Amy but when Eric finally spoke he carefully hid the true feelings in his voice, his face a carefully composed mask. But instead of coming out cold, the words he spoke sounded strained even to his own ears, telling the perceptive woman everything she needed to know.

 "Would you have ever told me? If I wouldn't have been at the meeting, would you have come to me and told me that you´re carrying my child? Not that I wouldn't have found out in the end anyways."

Eric´s face showed no emotion, the façade he held up almost flawless, but when Amy looked into his eyes, piercing his soul she was met by his innermost feelings, he desperately tried to hide.

Pain.

Hurt that she hadn’t told him.

Agony that she believed her brother instead of making up her own mind.

Desperation at the thought she could have hidden away his own child.

Maybe the only one he would ever have.

 Almost as if she could read his mind Amy´s face contorted, mirroring his anguish before she unexpectedly wrapped her arms around his abdomen, burying her face in his broad chest.

Eric froze at the sudden act of affection but not even a second later he reciprocated her movements, slinging his way bigger arms around her slim waist and pulling her against him, holding her tightly.

 "I wouldn't have wanted to… honestly, I´d been petrified. But you are the father, so of course, I would have. No matter how much my brother hates you or how any of us may have wished that the circumstances would have been different from what they are now, I could never keep you away from your you want to be part of its life...

I am so sorry that you had to hear it like that. That´s not how I wanted to tell you."

 Even though her voice was muffled by his shirt Eric heard how her voice cracked in the middle of a sentence, knowing she had started to cry.

Wanting to give her a little comfort, at least as much as someone like him could give someone like her, Eric grabbed her shoulders, gently pushing her away from him.

When the young leader raised his hands and brushed the tears away with his thumb, Amy looked up at him almost adoringly, only starting to cry harder.

In a fruitless attempt to compose herself Amy tried blinking the tears away rapidly, her face thoughtful. Eric could tell by looking at his stiff that something bothered her.

And he knew exactly what she was thinking when Amy asked him a question he rather left unanswered.

"Did you ever want children?"

 Eric exhaled deeply, carefully choosing his next few words. It was something he had thought about, sure, but in his mind, it were always the other ones that would have children and a family one day. Never himself.

So he told her just that.

"Honestly, no. I never wanted one. Apart from the fact that being a leader is more than just a full-time job and I don't really have much time to spare, I never thought I´d be able to live in a steady relationship. I have never been one to love, or to be loved in return."

But when Amy´s face fell and Eric knew he had just destroyed every hope her kind heart may have still held, the young leader simply had to scatter some of her worries even if he couldn’t promise her anything.

Not with the position he held and surely not with the big brother who would be out to have his head when news got out that he was the father.

 "Didn't mean I´d never try." Eric whispered into her ear, reveling in the way her face lit up, while he pulled her to him. Pressing a kiss on her forehead Eric sighed deeply, knowing duty was calling for him once more and he had to wrap up the meeting with the other leaders and that the hallways were equipped with cameras everywhere.

They had both been lucky that Four wasn´t in the control room today, but out on an errand run for Bud.

 "I have to go back. Otherwise, Max will send out a search group, most lightly briefed to retrieve your body."

But Eric being the notorious leader he is left her with one last threat, disguised as a promise.

"And don't you think anyone or anything will ever be able to keep me away from my child."

 Knowing, neither the young woman nor her brother or anyone of her little ridiculous friends would never be able to do so anyway, Eric strode away not once turning around, but aware of her eyes that followed him all the way until he rounded the corner.

 Amy would be his and not one human being in this goddamn city would be able to stop the determined leader.

That was a promise.

Groaning, Eric reveled in the feeling of finally being able to get out of his restricting leader uniform. Kicking his boots away Eric threw his vest onto the couch, for once not bothering with cleaning up behind him. His day had been tiring enough with the awful meeting and finding out he would become a father had just about topped everything else.

What were a few scattered garments in comparison?

 Leaving a trail of clothes Eric made his way to the shower, stripping out of his boxers before stepping into the hot water and under the huge showerhead.

Being leader had its peaks. Even if it was just a huge shower.

If he would ever get his little stiff into it, he would be glad for all the space.

The instant soothing of his tense muscles, caused by sitting all day long caused Eric to exhale deeply. He enjoyed the feeling for a moment before grabbing the body wash. The young leader started to lather it up in his hands, rubbing it all over his broad chest the exact same way he wished for Amy to do it.

His mind wasn´t focused on his actions, no. It was far away.

Presumably a few floors down from where he was now and with a certain redhead.

 As Eric let his hands roam over his defined body he had so carefully crafted, he asked himself how he would be able to handle a pregnant woman or a newborn child and his job simultaneously.

Because being a leader wasn´t a 9 to 5 job, no it was 24/7 52 weeks a year for the rest of his life.

And from experience that meant getting up at 4 am to sort stuff out when a patrol went wrong, sitting in boring meetings all day because erudite fucked up or the stiffs wanted to be even more selfless, causing distress to all the other factions. It was sorting out fights in the pit that were caused by drugs, alcohol and cheating dauntless, making initiates factionless because they weren´t cut out for this and all the way being hated by the whole faction because he had to act a certain way.

 And even though Max, who had guessed his newfound fatherhood the second he dragged the former abnegation out of the room and assured Eric he could take time off if needed or just cut hours down, the young leader had yet to figure out how he would handle everything at once.

But Eric knew two things for sure.

Firstly, there would be no other man touching what´s his, no matter if it was his woman or his child.

And secondly, no matter how hard it would be Eric would make it fit somehow.

The young leader always kept his promises.

 Thinking about everything that went down today Eric´s mind couldn’t help but project the image of Amy being pushed against the wall, his bulky form pressed against her petite one as her breast heaved upwards with every labored breath she took.

Her body had already started to transform and Eric was loving it.

His body did too.

 Groaning, Eric grabbed his almost painfully hard erection, slowly pumping a few times. But those images of Amy sprawled open on the mahogany conference table, calling out his name as he was thrusting into her, made his movements fasten until his hand was gliding over his thick shaft rapidly. With the memory of Amy unraveling beneath his expert touch, like she had done not even 20 feet away from where he was now Eric came. Gripping the head of his member he spilled himself onto the tiles with a loud grunt.

 Breathing heavily the leader leaned his head against the wall for a moment, reveling in the afterglow, knowing it would have been so much better with his stiff present.

After he had successfully calmed his breathing once again Eric pulled himself together, shutting off the water.

 Slinging a towel around his hips the only thing Eric asked himself now was if pregnant women really were as horny as everyone always claimed them to be. With his lips curled into a devilish smirk, Eric turned off the light in the bathroom on his way to the living room, shutting the door behind him.

He really hoped so, because the only man who would ever touch Amy again without dying the most painful death was Eric himself.

And as far as he was concerned, the leader just couldn´t wait to have her again.

Over the duration of that time, the young leader noticed little quirks about her, like her obsession with orange juice, how she completely lost it, when Uriah dressed up as a clown, to prank her once, or how, eventhough she seemed exhausted, Amy always found time for her overbearing amity friend, or the loud-mouthed candor from the year prior.

 Eric had no idea, why she chose such a low position in the infirmary, although she had been so high in ranking. It was either Four´s bad attitude towards the leadership positions, or some sort of twisted helper syndrome, that prevented the young woman from seeking out a superior position within the faction, instead of tending to suicidal idiots.

 Like he guessed, Amy didn’t remember their encounter in the hallway, or she choose not to acknowledge it, instead going right back to avoiding Eric as much as possible, like she had done in initiation.

But that was exactly, what Eric had predicted.

 Even if she would have remembered their heated kiss, she would have never taken Eric up on his indecent offer, to spend the night with him. If not for her brother´s hatred towards the young leader, the morals, abnegation had forced onto her, would have prevented her from doing so.

So, the only time, Eric felt her gaze raking over his bulky form, was, when the little one was drunk, which didn’t happen often with her brother lurking in the shadows.

 Another factor that contributed to the fact, that Eric didn’t get her sooner into is bed, was, that shortly after initiation, James, a guy Eric detested, managed to convince Amy to go out with him. The former candor was a year younger than him and her brother and part of the first initiation class, Eric had overseen.

 He was a cocky little fucker, that tried to undermine Eric´s authority on every step along the way, which didn’t do his already bad ranking any good.

7th. How lame.

 James had been so annoying Eric was tempted to just throw him out. But Max was keeping a close eye on his prodigy and his work, so Eric had no choice but to play nice.

But after watching the smug asshole undressing his little stiff with his eyes, even while she was still an initiate, while playing the perfect gentleman, eventhough he was anything but, Eric deeply regretted not showing his worst side to him.

 Instead of getting better, the situation only got worse for Eric, when he had to watch the two turtle doves for the next six months, without being able to do anything.

It was the time, he had to work 24/7 for months, to ensure Jeanine Matthews wouldn’t overthrow the abnegation council, to take over the government and start a civil war.

Unbeknownst to all the members, it was a fragile time, where one wrong move could cause the death of thousands of innocent civilians.

But eventhough Eric was working non-stop, he still saw them together, which worsened his bad mood so much, not even Maggs could tolerate him any longer.

That the little fucker watched other woman with hungry eyes, while all Amy did was stare at him lovingly, almost made him loose his shit, several times.

 So Eric was relieved, when he finally showed his true colors and left her for some other bitch, that was known to be an easy lay.  But when he went to the infirmary, to get stitched up, after a pretty bad cut he got while sharpening his knives and found her sniveling around, with red, puffy eyes, Eric was murderous.

James would get what he deserves, for hurting his stiff like that.

 Knowing, the former candor detested him and still hadn’t learned to keep his mouth shut, Eric ambushed him and his friends in the training room, shortly after he broke with Amy.

They were using the punching bags, while joking around, making Eric’s blood boil, as he heard them making crude comments about James and his conquests. Which the little redhead was a part of.

Taking off his shirt, Eric chose the bag next to James, starting to pummel it, while showing off his fine physique, when said asshole clicked his tongue and shot him a disgusted look, making Eric freeze mid-movement.

Turning around, he regarded the former candor with his iciest glare, but dense as he was, he didn’t notice what kind of danger he was getting into, so when Eric asked him, if he had a problem, James told him, Eric was his problem.

 What followed wasn’t something nice, just like the calculating leader had planned it.

Okay, to be true, the whole incident was rather nasty.

 So much so, as that it needed all three of his friends and two other dauntless, that were doing their daily exercises, to get Eric off James, before he could kill him.

 Still, the damage was done and the wounded dauntless was rushed to the infirmary, while Eric later learned, that Amy hadn’t been seen anywhere near him, after she was assured, she wasn’t needed there, to treat him.  

Just that little fact, that she didn’t insist to aid to him, managed, to make the stoic leader break into a satisfied grin, when he later nursed his bruised knuckles in the confinements of his own four walls, while images of the little redhead hushed through his thoughts.

 But eventhough Amy never showed any signs of being attracted to him while she was sober, Eric knew, it was there. While she chose not to acknowledge the obvious pull between the two of them, her subconsciousness was all too aware of it.

Every time, Eric would step into the same room, he noticed her stiffen or stand up straighter, never turning her back towards him, while eyeing him up inconspicuous.

It was like she was the prey and he was the predator, waiting for one wrong move from her, to pounce.

 And that´s just what he did.

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Eric was nursing a whiskey on the rocks, after a long day at the office, while Wayne was chatting about some girl he took home last night, beside him. But Eric wasn’t really listening to his best friend.

The red haired vixen on the other side of the room, dancing and laughing, as if she had no care in the world, was too damn distracting.

Especially when she was swaying her hips like that.

 Amy and her friends had been here long before Eric arrived, judging from the empty bottles on their table and by listening to their loud bantering, it soon was known, that it must have been the blonde´s 20th birthday.

And they celebrated it dauntless style.

 Apart from Eric, who had joined Wayne at the bar, all the other leaders were huddled into a boot, discussing something with hushed voices. But the youngest leader had done enough for today, so he stayed away from them, not wanting to discuss any business.

Either way, he would have been too distracted to understand even one word of what they were saying.

 “Are you even listening to me?” Wayne demanded Eric´s attention, making him turn his head slightly towards his best friend.

 “Sure. Your female friend was a great lay.” Taking another swing, Eric glanced at Wayne, before looking away again. It seemed, as if Amy had found a tequila bottle and was hell-bend to keep it to herself, while her blonde best friend tried to steal it away. “As if you hadn’t known before.”

 “Fuck you.” Wayne stated, punching him hard in the shoulder. “And stop gawking at Four´s sister. That will only get you into trouble.”

 Rolling his eyes, Eric ignored his advice and went right back to observe Amy, but she wasn’t on the dancefloor anymore. Swaying his gaze over the throngs of intoxicated dauntless, it took him a moment, until he spotted her, just as she climbed onto the bar, bottle still in hand.

She stood up straight, walking over the bar in her murder heels.

 “Damn…” Wayne muttered, his eyes raking over her now sensually dancing form, while Amy sung loudly, her angelic sounding voice contradicting her sinful hip movements.

But one glare managed to shut him up, Wayne’s hands raised in surrender.

 Drowning the rest of his drink, Eric slammed the glass onto the bar, before standing up, ready to get her down, from where every fucker in this bar could see her dancing like this, but Wayne grabbed his arm.

“What are you doing, dude?”

 “I´m going to get her down there, before she breaks her neck.” Eric snarled, annoyed at being interrupted, ripping his arm away, before proceeding.

With a few, long strides, he was in front of her, arms crossed, while he looked at Amy with raised eyebrows. He was half glad and half pissed, that none of her friends seemed to acknowledge the fact, that the former stiff was dancing on the bar, or that Eric was near her.

All of them were either busy with booze, or with making out with each other.

 “And what do you think, you´re doing up there?” Eric asked in a stern voice, causing Amy to swirl around, almost losing her balance in the process, her heels slippery on the bar, that was wet from countless drinks spilled onto it. She looked at him, gaze unfocussed, before going right back to swaying her hips slightly to the rhythm.

Directly in front of him.

 “What does it look like?! I´m dancing, silly!” Amy giggled, her arms flailing through the air, threatening to knock anybody in close proximity out with the bottle in her hand. Knowing, if she would fall onto it, Amy would hurt herself pretty bad and because it was a hazard for other drunk members, Eric snatched the tequila bottle out of her hand, just as she went to take another swing.

“Hey!” The now angry redhead exclaimed, pouting at the unimpressed leader. “That´s my bottle!”

 “Not anymore. Now get down here, before you break something.”

 “Don´t be such a sourpuss!” Amy scowled at her leader, hands on her hips, trying to intimidate him with her glare, that only managed to make her even cuter. Eric only sighed, fed up with her sassiness, just as she proceeded, walking over the bar, while mocking her leader. “I´m not going to fall, I´m not stup…. AHHH!”

 Just as Amy started to speak, she went to take another step, but didn’t see the lemon slice in front of her. Like Eric had predicted, she stepped right onto it with her 4-inch heels and slipped, arms flailing widely, as she slowly fell backwards.

 Acting on impulse, Eric didn’t waste a second before jumping forward, slinging his arms around her hips and pulling her into his chest, before she could fall and hit her head on the edge on the counter behind the bar.

Such a fall could end deadly.

 Holding her steadily, Eric held her for a moment, before slowly lowering her to the ground, her body sliding alongside his, creating a wonderful friction. Amy clung to his shirt, obviously shaken from the incident. He pulled her against him, before tilting his head towards hers, his nose slightly grazing the shell of her ear, until his mouth was right beside it.

 “Who´s the silly one now?” Eric breathed, before pulling back slightly, grinning at her smugly, while Amy just stared at him wide-eyed, her hands still grabbing his collar.

 “You… you saved me…” Amy stuttered, gazing at the young leader adoringly, her eyes flitting over his face rapidly, stopping at the curve of his full lips for a moment, before she looked up into his eyes again. “You really saved me.”

Eric rolled his eyes at her exaggeration, but secretly enjoyed the feeling of her delicate fingers running through the short hair on his nape, caressing it.

But he had to keep his façade up, so Eric spoke with raised eyebrows, his voice accusatory.

 “You think I would have let you fall? I´m not that much of an asshole.”

 At this, Amy started to giggle, pressing herself against him, while her hands started to roam all over him. When her hand started to wander down his abdomen, he caught it, like so long ago in the hallway, making her look up sharply. When their gazes met, she ripped her hand away, just to grab his neck and pulled him down into a searing kiss.

 Caught off guard, it took Eric a moment to respond, but then he pulled her even closer, one hand on the low of her back, the other one in her neck, while their lips moved in sync.

As if they had done it a thousand times.

 Eric was the first to pull back, knowing there were to many prying eyes, that could report back to her brother and their fun would end, before it had begun.

Maybe with a bullet in Eric´s skull.

 Looking at the small woman in his arms, Eric smirked at the pout, that adorned her face. She wasn’t happy about him stopping her assault, but it was necessary.

“Not here.” Eric muttered, closely watching her flushed face for any reaction. Biting her lip seductively, Amy stood on the tip of her toes, her nose inches away from his.

 “Then take me to your apartment.”

 Eric scrutinized her for a moment, to see if this was really, what she wanted and when he saw the determination in her eyes, he nodded curtly, before his lips contorted into his trademark smirk.

 Grabbing her hand, he pulled her through the people, out of the bar, always keeping behind himself, careful to not draw too much attention onto them. From the corner of his eye, Eric caught Wayne’s questioning glance, that soon turned into an exasperated one, when he saw the girl clinging onto his back.  

With a small salute, they were out of the bar and on their way.

Towards a night, that would change their whole lives.

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Falling through the door, Eric and Amy were a mess of tangled limbs, clashing tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance, while Eric carried her over to the counter, hands under her butt, kicking the door shut behind him. One of her arms was slung around his neck, while the other one had wandered underneath his shirt, caressing his defined abs, two hallways ago.

 Heaving her onto the kitchen island, she was fast to pull off his shirt, running her hands over the hot skin of his chest, while Eric started to nibble up her neck, until he lightly bit her earlobe.

 Amy started to moan throatily, as Eric sucked on her pulse point, making the blood rush to the skin. Brushing the long hair from her neck, Eric examined the hickey that covered her ivory skin, satisfied with himself.

 But Amy didn’t like the interruption, of his mouth away from her body, however short it was and pulled his face back toward hers, looking deeply into his eyes, before biting his lip.

Eric grinned at the familiar action, placing both of his hands on either sides of her head, tilting it back to deepen their kiss.

Right now, he was an addict and she was his next fix.

 When his tongue was allowed entrance, Eric explored greedily, while his hands wandered down, ridding her of her shirt, while simultaneously stepping out of his combat boots.

With shaky hands, Amy grabbed his belt, unbuckling it, while Eric placed his burning hands on her bare hips in return, making her shiver, because they were such a huge contrast against the frosty temperature inside his apartment.

Before she knew it, or how he´d done it, Amy was completely bare, only her plain underwear still covering her most intimate parts.

Her intoxicated state preventing her from feeling any embarrassment.

 But when Eric snapped her bra open with one hand, flinging it through the room, Amy felt the need to cover herself up, even with all the alcohol she had flowing in her blood stream.

However, before she could, Eric caught her wrists in one of his hands.

 “Don’t.” He muttered, slowly guiding her backwards, so she was lying with her back on the island, while pinning both her hands over her head. With another deep kiss, Eric´s free hand cupped one of her breasts, causing a low moan to escape her throat, when he pressed his erection against her center.

 “You like that, hmm?” He mused, chuckling against her neck, when she only grunted in response. Letting go of her wrists, Eric trailed his fingers down her arm, making her squirm away from the ticklish sensation, while she started to giggle.

Still bowed over her, the young leader started to trail kisses down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, while Amy was writhing underneath his open mouthed kisses, the cold air making her feel every inch his mouth had touched, making goosebumps appear everywhere.

 Arriving at the last piece of clothing, that separated the young leader from his destination, Eric looked up, meeting Amy´s light grey eyes. Her face was flushed, the locket on her chest moving with her labored breath. she was obviously riled up and deeply aroused by all the attention, her body received from his gentle mouth.

Biting her lip, she Eric watched in anticipation, as he slowly pulled down her panties, his fingers trailing along her legs all the way down. When he finally had the last piece of clothing off her, Eric grabbed one of Amy´s legs, pressing his fingernail along her heel firmly, chuckling sinister, when she started to squeak, no doubt being ticklish.

 Proceeding with making his way down, Eric ran his nose along her ankle, over her calve, until he arrived at her thigh, where he once again started press open mouthed kisses onto her burning skin, parting her legs on his way.

Slinging his arms under her thighs, Eric was facing his target head on for the first time and he was determined to attend to it, like he would with an enemy.

He wouldn’t stop, until Amy was lying beneath him, screaming his name and pleading for him to stop.

 Tugging lightly on her pubic hair, Eric was pleased to find it neatly trimmed, but not waxed, like so many of the dauntless were. And not just the woman.

Looking at it, Eric grinned at the thought, that the young woman in front of him, was indeed a natural redhead, while she started to squirm, feeling his warm breath on her wetness.

 Pressing Amy down with one hand on her stomach, he pushed his nose into her center, inhaling deeply, before sticking his tongue out and tasting her for the first time.

Something he had wanted to do, since the first time he saw her on the roof, when she had first arrived at dauntless.

 Just this little action had her on edge, Amy´s hand flying down and burying themselves into his gel covered hair, destroying Eric´s neat style with her harsh tugging.

The leader, knowing, how close she was, probed her entrance with his fingers, angry, he wouldn’t be the first one to enter her.

But he would still be the one, she would never forget.

 Pushing two of his fingers into her, while sucking her nub into his mouth simultaneously, Amy convulsed, back arching, as an orgasm washed over her, like it never had before.

 Only barely letting her ride her orgasm out on his fingers, Eric wasted no time in snatching her from the counter and carrying her into his bedroom, stepping out of his boxers along the way.

 He carefully threw the still dazed woman onto his bed, before climbing on after, with predator like movements.

When Eric was once again face to face with Amy, who looked up at him adoringly, he gave her another breathtaking kiss, the force behind it almost bruising, their naked bodies pressed together.

 Holding himself up on his elbows, Eric watched Amy´s flushed face closely, reveling at the image.

Closed eyes, labored breath and red hair splayed out on his pillow.

Pecking her shortly, one hand on her face, the leader nudged her legs apart, settling in between them, when she did it willingly. With her knees splayed open, Eric lined himself up at her entrance.

 Looking into the eyes, that held the same colour as his, Eric slowly entered her, groaning at the tightness, while Amy only gasped, the hands, that had been caressing his face, now clutching his shoulder.

Working himself inside her, every thrust deeper, than the one before, it wasn’t long, until Eric bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her core. As she moaned throatily, he stopped for a moment, looking down at where the both of them were joined, before putting up the pace.

 His thrusts were getting deeper and faster and Eric was determined, that eventhough how drunk she was, Amy may not remember much in the morning, but she wouldn’t forget this either, for the whole next week.

 With the way, he was stroking inside her, rapid and relentlessly, it was only a matter of mere minutes, before Amy was once again on the brink of release, that would shatter her world and Eric wasn’t far behind.

 She was trashing underneath him, body taut like a bow, when Eric moved one of his hands between them, pinching her clit, while thrusting hard.

For the second time this evening, Amy burst, moaning his name, back arching, making her breasts rub hard against Eric chest, who now grabbed both of her legs, pushing them up against her belly.

Hammering on, while Amy left scratches all over his back, the leader was chasing his own release now.

With a low, throaty moan, he spilled himself inside her, his head buried in her neck, her long hair tickling his nose.

 Catching his breath, Eric let himself fall onto the side, when his arms gave out, to not crush the petite woman underneath him. Amy, too was breathing harshly, when she turned around and snuggled against his side, sighing in content.

 At first, Eric was tempted to scoot away, never having had the urge to sleep beside a one-night stand. But when Amy started to lightly trace his chest and playing with his hair, Eric found himself strangely satisfied with the action, while he mused over the fact, that the way she sighed his name had felt better than any woman screaming, ever had.

 So he slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, so she could rest her head on his shoulder and before either of them could mutter another word, they had both fallen asleep.

Completely sated and content with each other and their actions, none of them even guessing, what influence that one night had, on the rest of their lives.

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Groaning, Eric woke up, stretching in his bed, glimmers of the last night flashing through his head, making his sleepy grin turn into a self-satisfied one.

He had, after all, just had some of the best sex in his live and that with the girl, he had wanted for over two years.

 Turning around in his bed, Eric wasn’t really surprised to see Amy gone.

On the contrary.

He had expected it.

 But even if his little stiff wanted to deny ever having slept with him, what he guessed with her being gone in the morning meant, she couldn’t.

 Cocky, as he was, Eric didn’t think much of her disappearance. Still too sated, to get angry or to overthink things, he made his way into the kitchen, grinning at the memories, while he brewed himself some much needed coffee.

 One was especially amusing. While they made their way towards Eric´s flat last night, Amy had been walking too slow for his liking, so he carried her, slung over his shoulder.

But didn’t think, Amy cared much about that.

Not if he took into account, how she had felt up his ass, while hanging head over, at one point even biting him so hard, Eric almost dropped her.

The little vixen only giggled at him, just stopping her assault, when he spanked her firmly.

Something he would very much like to repeat.

 Grabbing a mug, Eric sipped the hot beverage, black, just like he loved it, when something metallic on the floor, close to his dining table, grabbed Eric’s attention. Putting down his coffee, he went over.

Squatting down, Eric grabbed the silver chain and observed the plain locket, that just yesterday adorned Amy´s naked form, while she was writhing under his expertise touch.

 Opening it carefully, it held a picture of a woman with dark hair. Squinting his eyes, it took him a moment, until Eric recognized her as Amy´s mother. The older woman had looked exactly the same, when she had made an appearance in her daughter´s fear landscape, two years ago.

 Holding it closely, Eric asked himself, how Amy got hand onto it, because neither jewelry, nor pictures were allowed in stiff land.

Strange.

However, this would give him the perfect opportunity, to talk to her and taunt her a little, without coming off needy.

 That wasn’t something Eric did.

 So he quickly went into his bedroom, getting dressed in his usual attire, before setting out for the mess hall, to bring her back her necklace.